#asks for krethes

[krethes]

Hii hope you’re doing well I was just wondering can we get a small snippet for One More to Love?? No pressure for an update btw, whenever you’re ready

Thank you, kind anon! I'm recovering from an ACL surgery so THAT'S been fun, but I absolutely would love to share a snippet! (Also I'm like 12k with two? three? scenes to write? Sooo 15k looks like the minimum lol)

It's a little spicy!

James wakes up with Remus in his arms, snug against his chest, wonderfully naked, and—Circe's snatch—smelling recently-fucked and almost entirely of Sirius. James ignores his predictably hard dick in favor of burying his nose in Remus's hair and inhaling deeply, drinking in the fucking phenomenal combination of the two men he's in love with.

"Y'r not Pa'foo'," Remus mumbles, voice thick with sleep. "Snuffles m'be…"

James laughs quietly and gives him a little squeeze. He wishes he could transform just his nose into Prongs's, just to really give Remus a good snuffling. Heh. Snuffling. Sounds like a euphemism for sex.

Which leads James to thinking about transforming other bits of him into Prongs, and if Remus would be keen…or if Moony would be keen, because he's wondered quite a bit, and-

"Y'r Prong is pokin' me." Remus squirms in his hold, his arse rubbing most distractingly against James's dick. "M'sleep… but y'can…" Remus lifts his leg a little, but trails off after some more incoherent mutters, and James has to tamp down hard on his giggles. Godric, but he's cute. The quasi-offer is tempting, but James is pretty sure Remus will be up for something later on. Besides, he's hungry, and if Remus is up for something, James is going to need his strength! Pregnant Omegas are wonderfully demanding.

[theresthesnitch]

Hi! So I was reading my subscription email this morning, to read the new chapter of OMTL as my Sunday morning lie-in indulgence. And I saw the word count of 156,000 and fully thought, “wow, snitch just over here doubling the length of this story in one chapter!” I kept reading and realized the new chapter is 31,000 words 😅

But I had to share that my brain thought it was perfectly plausible that you wrote a 156,000 word long chapter. I’m not sure if this says more about me or you, but it made me laugh

LMAO This is hilarious.

Honestly, I think this says more about me than anything. HOWEVER, AO3 caps chapters at 500k characters, which is about 100k words.

So I can promise you will never get a 150k chapter from me. Though really, I can understand the belief that I just *would*.

Hope you like the chapter!

[brandileigh2003]

Wolfstar fics that I would totally read a 3rd time (mostly a list for me but someone asked me to share)

Honey if I'm not series by @brigid-faye

All of peachyybabes completed @lavenderhaze

The Standard Book Of Spells by imparfait

Like Real People Do by third_crow

10 reasons to go to Michigan @greyeyedmonster-18

Infinite Diversity in Infinite Combinations by TheQueerTailor

A Series of Sketches Done in Black Ink and within white space by @mustntgetmy

Aging Gracelessly by orphan_account

By Any Other Name by Under_the_Willow

my jokes are my armour, my kindness is my sword by @littleoldrachel

Let's Play Pretend by MsAlexWP

Stray dogs

Saccharine

A taste of Honey

candy crush by bizarrestars @starsworth

wading in waist-high water by @colgatebluemintygel

Heat and balance by @eyra

A Wolf's Heart by mizdiz

lessen my load by moonymoment @mayescapade

Of Memories and Milk Thievery

It's a new dawn by ilbaritz

Wish You Were Here by afieryfox

Engaged for 43 years by @halfravenhalfclaw

Of Initials and Postscripts by irrationalmoony, LadyAmina

Of Leaves and Stars by irrationalmoony, LadyAmina

Berlin Angel by de_sire

Did You Miss Me? by @krethes @Fantismal,

An Interesting Grasp by @thebibutterflyao3

Befriending A Ravenclaw by @kreestar

The PB to my J by aqua_myosotis

when it's warm again by moonymoment

'tis the damn season by moonymoment

Under the Eucalyptus [+Podfic] by @xinasvoice

this is erosion by JJanuaryRain

Forever Is a State of Mind by orphan_account

An Infinte Ocean by orphan_account

Second Generation by MsAlexWP

My Only Sunshine by Loua29xx

exes, horcruxes, and other reasons to panic by @lynxindisguise

Dear Your Holiness by @mollymarymarie

Au Pif by sreka, YumeNouveau

Of Bookshelves and Baby Carriers by @poppunkpadfoot

**ok. Arguably jegulus main ones but wolfstar is heavily featured:

-Crimson rivers and best friends brother by bizarrestars

-Kill Your Darlings by MesserMoon: college au ft hockey and deaf remus

--feel free to check it my main rec list

[lucigoo]

Older Wolfstar recs?

Any and all Wolfstar fans, please spam me with older Wolfstar, I dont care how they got old, BBB, time travel, fix it etc. I just need more older Wolfstar living the life they deserved!

Drabbles, epics, oneshots, fan art (arguably some of my favs, ask @brandileigh2003) I wanna be greedy and have it all lol.

Please of course <3 <3

Look at the art, my heart nearly burst!

I got some (please send more, we need all the Wolfstar older fics/art)

1) Birthday Blues - YouBlitheringIdiot - Its so precious 😭

2) Give Quarter to Old Men - Krethes - they are so good.

[hp-lawofattraction-fest]

Law of Attraction Fest Wrap-Up

Hello beautiful loaves! Our time has come to an end. The ovens are off, the mixing bowls are clean, and all our wares have been devoured.

All of our pairs are listed below; please continue to look through them and leave our creators some love!

Start and End:

Start: Red Wine Supernova by @mono-chromia

End:  You’re horrible (and I love it) by @vukovich

Faith and Doubt:

Doubt: Closet Space by nocturn

Faith: When two hearts beat as one. by digthewriter

Artist and Artist's Work:

Artist: Angel, Can't You See? by @dodgerkedavra

Artist's Work: the muse is fickle by beeprescott

Day and Night:

Day: Daydreaming into the Night by @krethes

Night: Facts, According to Percy Weasley by @elosieevans

Life and Death:

Death: a flower wilts by @beyondtheclose

Life: how we were taught to love by @tigerlilycorinne

Dark and Light:

Light: Pale Gold by letsdothepanic aka @nymphadoratonqs 

Dark: Mirrors And Promises by Ladderofyears 

Reality and Fantasy:

Reality: I Thought You’d Never Ask by DrWhoIsGinnyHolmes

Fantasy: Fantasy by aqua-myosotis

Weak and Powerful:

Weak: You're Not Alone by sugareey

Powerful: Firewood by J_Amethyst

Lost and Found:

Lost: Magic that Lingers by lemonfractals aka @wqtson

Found: Finding my way to you by suhtmuikkis

New and Old:

New: Three New by @elskanellis

Old: What Branches Grow by @the-fools-errand

Empty and Full:

Empty: Necro-Romance by @thehoneybeet

Full: Bathe in the Blood of the Moon by This_Time_I_Wont_Regret_My_Username aka @blue-sunshine

Rough and Soft:

Rough: will you stay right here (shake this frost off of my bones) by nv-md

Soft: I Have Loved You Before by @fantalfart

A note from the mods

It has been an absolute joy and a delight, and all of you creators are lovely, and all of you readers are spectacular, and now we are all crawling into bed.

We are still discussing whether to run this fest again next year, but if we do, we will absolutely need help coming up with more pairs, so if you have any suggestions, please DM this account!

- @goblinmatriarch @fantalfart @vukovich @thehoneybeet

[weeklyreadings]

Week 50

Sirius Black & The Six by bellababe

Rated M. 79k. Wolfstar

“Remus Lupin, frontman for The Six.” Sirius took a long drag off his cigarette, looking up at the dense evening sky. “You know, I asked around about you. You’re quite the mystery.”

Remus shrugged. “Not much for the spotlight.”

“Right,” Sirius drawled. “I bet you’re also not much for the rock ‘n roll perks.”

Remus tensed, sparing Sirius a scathing glance. “I’m sober now.”

Sirius quirked a brow in disbelief. Remus scowled at his nonchalance, unwilling to explain himself and scared that maybe, just maybe, the disbelief was warranted.

Dress up in You by MsKingBean89

Rated M. 88k. Wolfstar

Non-magical modern AU - Marauders/Wolfstar

Sirius attends a charity rock gig organised by his best friend's girlfriend, and the tall, quiet bassist catches his eye...

Of Bookshelves and Baby Carriers by poppunkpadfoot (StormVandal)

Rated T. 12k. Wolfstar

The customer standing in front of him is quite possibly the most beautiful man Remus has ever seen. Like, he looks like a model or something. He has long, black hair, flattened by water, and just the slightest amount of scruff on his face, and…

And a baby strapped to his chest.

Okay.

daydreaming into the night by @krethes

Rated E. 14k. Drarry

Newly divorced Harry Potter has been having some...concerning daydreams, where he wakes up sticky and more tired than when he started. Widower Draco Malfoy has also been having some explicit daydreams, often coming back to reality in a similar state. It's probably just a coincidence, right?

Did You Miss Me? By Fantismal and Krethes

Rated E. 641k. Wolfstar

Though the new boy at Hogwarts University, James Potter, appears to be an adorable himbo with deep pockets, Remus Lupin and his friends instead find a horrifically dark past on Google. Did he really attack that boy and leave him for dead? Why won't he talk about his mysterious childhood best friend, "Pups"? Would it kill him to stop messing with his hair?

At least Remus got his phone back after losing it, but now he can't stop texting the mysterious number of the man who had sent it back. Padfoot is funny and charming, and Remus is NOT going to fall in love with him.

[impishtubist]

happy birthday, krethes <3

Happy birthday @krethes , we are so lucky to have you in this fandom and I am lucky to have you as a friend!

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“Please don’t be naked,” James mutters under his breath as he pounds on the door. “Please don’t be naked, please--”

The door swings open. His brand-new son-in-law is not naked, thank Merlin and Morgana, but he is bare-chested under his dressing gown, and his neck and collarbone are littered with love bites. James flushes immediately and fixes his eyes firmly on Draco’s face. 

“What,” Draco says in a low, dangerous voice, “could you possibly want right now?”

“Er, we broke the baby.” 

“You what.” 

“Broke the baby,” James repeats helpfully.

“Draco?” Harry comes into view, tugging on a shirt. His hair is mussed far worse than usual and his face is flushed and James wants to die. “Who--Dad? What are you doing here?”

“Hey, son,” James says weakly. “Um, your mother and I might have broken Jay.” 

“I told you we should have left him with my mother,” Draco mutters under his breath while Harry gapes at James. 

“What do you mean, you broke him? Is he hurt?”

“No!” James says quickly. “No, definitely not hurt, and not sick either. Just…won’t stop crying.” 

Draco looks like he wants to murder James on the spot. Harry drags a hand down his face.

“Dad, please don’t tell me you crashed our honeymoon because your grandson is fussy! Why didn’t you call Padfoot?”

James had tried, but the Floo had spat him out when he’d stepped into the flames and called out the name of Sirius and Remus’s cottage, along with a note in Sirius’s handwriting that said he would be eating his husband’s arse out for the next three days and they weren’t to be disturbed, not even if the world was ending, thanks very much. 

Fortunately, Draco and Harry hadn’t thought to put similar protections on the private chateau they’d rented in the Alps for their honeymoon. Or, as Sirius kept calling it, much to James’s dismay, their sex holiday. 

“Um, Padfoot was indisposed.” 

“What about Mum?” Harry asks, a little desperately. James tries to sympathize--he would have probably contemplated murder himself if Fleamont had pulled him and Lily out of bed during their honeymoon--but James Sirius has been screaming for the better part of a day and his nerves are shot. 

“She can’t get him to stop, either! It’s been hours, Harry, I’m begging you--”

“Where is Mr. Snuffles?” Draco interrupts.

“W-what?” James blinks at him. 

Draco rolls his eyes. “Mr. Snuffles. The black dog toy that my imbecile of a cousin gave Jamie, which he now refuses to be without for even a moment. I know I packed it in his bag. Find it.” 

“I really think you should--” 

“James.” Draco takes a step forward. “You will go home, right now, and you will find our son’s favorite toy. You will calm him down, and if that task is beyond you, then you will take him to my mother’s. You will not, under any circumstances, interrupt us for the rest of the week, not unless Jamie is hurt or ill. Do you know why?”

“Er--”

“Because this chateau has forty rooms, and I fully intend to have your son fuck me in every single one, and on every piece of furniture, before the week is out. Is that understood?” 

James can only gape at him. Draco gives him a chilly smile.

“Excellent. Harry, get rid of your father so we can pick up where we left off.”

[tracingpatternswrites]

Wednesday WIP

Thanks for the tags @puuvillaa, @theresthesnitch and @heartofspells. Here's another little snippet from The Patchwork of Us.

No pressure tags: @krethes, @soloorganaas, @silently--here, @annanother-thing, @elder-millennial-trash

“Did you play football?” he heard Teddy ask as they reached the pitch. “When you were small?”

Remus was quiet for a moment before he shook his head.

“No, not exactly, it wasn’t really my thing.”

“Padfoot was really good,” Teddy said, turning around to beam at him before he turned back to Remus, and Sirius didn’t miss the way Remus’ gaze swept over him, an unreadable sort of look in his eyes. “He was on his school team and it was really good and Padfoot was really good. The best.”

“I wasn’t the best,” Sirius protested with a laugh as he pulled Teddy into a reluctant hug. “But thanks for talking me up.”

“He wasn’t the best because I was the best.”

James’ voice rang loud, and Teddy squeaked and flailed as James lifted him up and flipped him upside down, the boy choking on his giggles. Sirius laughed as he watched them, wrapping Harry up in a half-hug which the teenager grudgingly allowed before turning to Lily.

“Always so modest, my husband,” she deadpanned as she leaned in to kiss Sirius’ cheek. “Hello, love.”

“Don’t break him, he’s got a game in a bit,” Sirius pointed out as James flipped Teddy over again, making him shriek and flail.

“Oh, hello,” Lily said and only then did Sirius remember that Remus was there. “You must be Remus.”

Sirius saw her smile widely as she greeted him enthusiastically, and he thought he saw a flicker of apprehension across Remus’ face. Sirius didn’t blame him, Lily was a force of nature.

“Er, yeah, yes, hi. Remus,” the other man fumbled, but Lily pushed on.

“It’s so great to finally meet you, I’ve heard so much about you.”

“You have?” questioned Remus, and Sirius felt his eyes on him as he busied himself with helping Teddy on with his football boots once James had finally put him back down on the ground.

“I have,” Lily smiled widely.

“Remus!” Sirius pressed his lips together hard so that he wouldn’t smile at Remus’ horrified expression as James pulled him into an enthusiastic hug. “Good to see you again, mate!”

“Is it?” Remus asked, his voice muffled from where his face was pressed into James’ shoulder.

“Of course,” James beamed sunnily at him but Sirius missed the rest of the exchange as Teddy pulled at his arm.

“Can Harry go with me?” he asked, pointing towards where his team had gathered.

Sirius turned a questioning look at Harry who shrugged.

“I don’t mind.”

“Yeah, sure,” Sirius said, ruffling Teddy’s hair. “Good luck, spro– Ted.”

“Yeah, knock ‘em dead,” James called after them as Harry and Teddy headed towards the other side of the pitch.

“So you all went to school together, hm?”

Lily’s voice brought yanked Sirius back to present and he whipped his head around to look at her but she was studying Remus, green eyes sharply focussed in a way that Sirius knew meant business.

“Yeah,” Remus replied, a little awkwardly. “But we didn’t really know each other back then.”

“That’s not true,” protested James eagerly. “We were in the same class, weren’t we?”

“Yeah, but–“ Remus started but James continued, as if he hadn’t heard him.

“You were really good at English and History, weren’t you? I remember that,” James mused.

“C’mon,” Sirius interrupted. “We better move around to the other side of the pitch before it starts.”

“It’s good that you’re here,” he heard Lily say kindly to Remus and he had to force himself to keep on moving, not to look as if he was listening in on their conversation.

“Cheer up, old man,” James cooed as he flung an arm over Sirius’ shoulders, nudging against him. “Your boy is about to play a big game.”

“It’s under-9s,” Sirius replied drily. “It’s hardly a cup final.”

James glanced over his shoulder to where Remus and Lily were trailing behind before looking straight ahead again.

“It’s good that he’s here, isn’t it?”

Sirius made a non-committed noise.

“It shows he cares,” James continued, unperturbed. “It looks to me like he’s making an effort.”

“For now,” Sirius muttered, before adding. “Teddy asked me why I hate him. Remus, I mean.”

James whistled lowly, “And what did you say?”

“That I don’t,” he replied, huffing out a breath as James gave him a sceptical look. “I don’t. I just…think he’s got a lot to prove, that’s all.”

“Mhm,” James hummed as they came to a halt. “Sure, that’s one way of putting it. All I’m saying is…give him a chance to do the right thing.”

“Fine,” Sirius sighed, holding his hands up as James threw him a pointed look. “What? I invited him, didn’t I? He should be grateful for that.”

James rolled his eyes, but he didn’t have a chance to reply before Lily and Remus joined them, and instead he turned his attention towards the pitch where the kids were starting to filter out. It took him a moment to spot Teddy playing chase with some of his friends.

Sirius felt something warm spread in his chest as he watched the boy and he took a deep breath. He was doing this for Teddy, he reminded himself. That was all that mattered.

[broomsticks]

hi!! if its not a bother, i was wondering if you had any recommendations for older(second war or post war) wolfstar. i wanted to get into WS since its very popular and there are many fics but i dislike the idea that they dated at all pre PoA. you have such good taste in fics i thought i should ask!

hiii oh my gosh what a compliment, not a bother at all!!! gonna be brief because i really should not be doing this now want to get this answered timely-ish hahah:

some LLAL (lie low at lupin’s):

Like Tinder for Ghosts by montparnasse (8k, T)

Lie Low At Lupin's by shessocold (5k, unrated/i’d say M)

Come and Find Me—Lying in the Bed I Made by @femme--de--lettres (6k, T)

Hold On to Whatever You Find by fallovermelikestars (10k, E)

i can tell you the telling gets old by misandrywitch (6k, G)

AND other LLAL recs by the @wolfstarlibrarian! i get a ton of my recs from them honestly.

these are multi-era with a good amount of second war older wolfstar and so good i absolutely have to rec -

To Fill A Gap by berhanes (sqvalors) (8k, T)

watching stars collide by hydianway (17k, T)

Adagio by lupinely (6.5k, M)

I look at the world and I notice it's turning by kaydeefalls (10k, T) - wolfstar AND remadora, canon compliant, non linear vignettes, blended gorgeously.

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have not read this one in its entirety, but i’m confident reccing @tracingpatternswrites’ OOTP canon compliant sirius POV fic The star and the moon (93k, M)

OOTP but canon divergence - if you’re open to it, @lunapwrites’ Louder Than Love absolutely sold me on remus/sirius/tonks. super obsessed with the worldbuilding and canon rewrites here - just cuz we’re Fixing or at least Addressing problematic canon elements doesn’t mean the characters have it easy! often the opposite!

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post war everyone lives AU:

firstly @krethes’ Give Quarter to Old Men series - Fics that feature older Sirius and Remus, anywhere from late 30s to their 70s. - tons of incredible 🔥 smut, and lots of lovely growing-old-together HCs in the first two especially.

ALSO One to Speak, Another to Hear by seventymilestobabylon (60k, T) - one of my absolute top favorite wolfstar fics.

The Wizarding Wars are over, but the work of recovery has only begun. Remus Lupin is trying to find his place in an ever-changing world, and when he is invited to serve on a truth and reconciliation commission, he has to confront the truth that lives there—in the past and within himself.

in fact you know what, have a sneak peek of a totally self indulgent thing i might be working on hahahah

[drarryspecificrecsdaily]

2022.11.04

Complete fics posted on AO3 this day

1. bury a (boy) friend by greenvenom [T, 2k]

►Blaise Zabini was always attracted by the Golden boy of Gryffindor—Harry Potter, until both of Harry's boyfriends mysteriously died. That's when he started investigating him.

2. Make love to me. by Bubbsch [E, 8k]

►Quiet. Everything was quiet. He stood there, in the middle of the great hall, wand in hand, looking at the corpse on the floor in front of him. Voldemort's corpse. At the same time, in the other side of the Hogwarts grounds, another boy screamed in pain and fainted. This one had white blond hair.

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Fest/Exchange

1. Baby, Kiss It Better by @fuckboyregulus [M, 7k]

►Harry has been avoiding his team’s athletic healer for five years now, but a broken ankle requires him to ask for help from his former boarding school enemy, Draco. Has Draco changed? Have Harry’s feelings about him? ★ HD Suds Fest 2022 | @hdsudsfest

2. Meet Me in the Daylight by @krethes [E, 6k]

►The war has been over for more than twenty years, but despite becoming Head Healer at St Mungo's, the shadows of Draco's past remain in the memories of his contemporaries. A horrible confrontation at the hospital sends Draco right back into his old inner demons, but Harry is there to ward them away and remind Draco that he's not the boy he once was. ★ HD Suds Fest 2022 | @hdsudsfest

[sliebman10]

2 and 17 for ask game 🥰

HI! Thanks for the ask <3.

2. A fic you’ve re-read several times

So there are definitely a few that I've re-read several times...one in particular is Till We Have Arrived Home Again by prouvairing. It's about postwar Wolfstar moving to a Muggle villiage and helping Harry become an animagus. It's so lovely and comforting.

17. A fic you wish you could read again for the first time.

Absolutely Did You Miss Me? by @krethes and @fantismal. Following along as the chapters were released was such a unique experience, with how many theories and predictions that everyone had. But also, the story could have gone so many ways, and finding out what was going to happen in this rich world and to these vibrant characters was so much fun with all the twists and turns in the story.

[theresthesnitch]

Helllo! I was just wondering when the next update of one more to love is? I just started and finished reading it tonight and I’m obsessed!!

Hi darling!

You found and finished OMTL today? That's amazing! It's like 90k already!

So the interesting part of writing OMTL with @krethes for the @mixed-up-writer-fest is that we can't plan anything. It makes for a really fun fic writing experience. The downside is that it can take a while to figure out what the next chapter is going to be and to write it. Especially because the last three chapters have been over 20k each. (I've no idea how long the remaining chapters will be, but who doesn't love long chapters.)

Next chapter is Krethes's, and I've seen some snippers, and let me tell you, we are all in for a treat whenever she gets it done, however long it takes.

[hpknotfest]

Week 3 (+1) Recap!

Week 3 (+1) is the last of our fest!

love so deep, so tender by @remuspotterblack

Pairing: Percy Weasley/Oliver Wood Summary: Percy survived the war. He’s doing his best to survive the Ministry. He’s succeeding. Mostly.

Potential Pitfalls of Improper Potion Schedules by @dont-stop-her-now

Pairing: Draco Malfoy/Hermione Granger Summary: After an accident resulting from a mix-up in their lab’s brewing schedule, Hermione and Draco take care of each other through their triggered heat and rut.

Who I Am Is Who I Wanna Be by @quietlemonhush

Pairing: James Potter/Sirius Black/Remus Lupin Summary: If you asked James Potter what the best part was about having two omega boyfriends, he would cock one eyebrow at you, tilt his head to the side, and give a little well-rehearsed speech about how he loved Remus and Sirius for who they were, not a gender marker, and certainly not because of a weird omega fetish. “They’re the best people I’ve ever met in my life,” James would say. “That is why I love them.” If you asked James Potter what the worst part was about having two omega boyfriends, he wouldn’t answer you, but the truth was this. — A single mom who works two jobs, who loves his omega boyfriends and never stops. With gentle hands and a knot of a fighter - he’s a surviiiivoooor.

Growth Spurts by @artymakeart

Pairing: Sirius Black/Remus Lupin Summary: The marauders get taller

Go Out with a Bang by @theresthesnitch

Pairing: Remus Lupin/Various Male Characters Summary: It’s Remus’s last heat before graduating Hogwarts, and he is prepared to spend it alone. Lucky for him, his friends have other plans. Why choose one when he can get knotted by all of them? Or Omega Remus gets gangbanged by his Alpha friends.

Lavendar Haze by @fiendishfyre

Pairing: Regulus Black/Severus Snape/Tom Riddle Summary: Regulus and Severus want a family and they seek out the help of an alpha who can help the omega couple.

Tied Up in Knots by @aqua-myosotis

Pairing: Sirius Black/Remus Lupin Summary: Knotted together and no idea how to fix it? Just keep on fucking!

Phases by @bubble-gumhead

Pairing: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter Summary: She hums and taps on the sides of her cup, fingers making a light, lovely rhythm. It calms Draco for a moment. "Do you think,” she stops, tilting her head and looking at the ceiling, then looking at Draco. “Do you think he’s bored?” “Bored?”“ Draco leans back, dragging his hands across the table and onto his lap. “Potter is the last thing from bored, Granger.”

(K)not for Me by @krethes

Pairing: Oliver Wood/Percy Weasley Summary: Living with your best friend can often pose a lot of challenges, and none so large as fantasizing about them knotting you on a daily basis. Oliver has it bad for Percy (for Percy’s knot!) but it would ruin everything if they slept together. Right?

Tied to You by @impishtubist

Pairing: Sirius Black/Charlie Weasley Summary: As Animagi age, their human forms start to take on more and more traits from their animal ones. This leads to a surprise for both Sirius and Charlie on the night of Sirius’s fiftieth birthday.

Sketchs & Glimpses by @dirtystrawberry18

Pairing: Marlene McKinnon/Dorcas Meadows Summary: It starts like this. After a few months living in a new city, Marlene goes out to meet some friends at a bar before going to a film festival.

(Win Your) Favor by @troubledtravesty

Pairing: James Potter/Regulus Black Summary: Demisexual and anxiety ridden Alpha Regulus gets to know his brother's omega best friend, James, in a new light.

[hp-lawofattraction-fest]

Week 2 Masterlist

Digital art by @fantalfart, origami art by @crazybutgood

Round-up of our second week of posting, and the amazing explorations of the passing of time and the consequences it brings.

Day and Night:

Title: Daydreaming into the Night

Creator: @krethes

Sub-theme: Day

Rating: E

Word count: 14,131

Summary:

Newly divorced Harry Potter has been having some...concerning daydreams, where he wakes up sticky and more tired than when he started. Widower Draco Malfoy has also been having some explicit daydreams, often coming back to reality in a similar state. It's probably just a coincidence, right?

Title: Facts, According to Percy Weasley

Creator: @elosieevans

Subtheme: Night

Rating: T

Word count: 1,694

Summary:

Percy dealt in facts. That itself was a fact. As of 1994, the facts were simple. Looking back, quite a few gaps existed in those facts. For Oliver, Percy could trust Flint.

Life and Death:

Title: a flower wilts Creator: @beyondtheclose Sub-theme: Death Rating: M Word count: 6.3k

Summary:

It’s Harry’s fault the flowers are dead. Just like it’s Harry's fault they don’t have any fresh vegetables and that their (Draco’s) cat is living with Pansy and Hermione. Just like it’s Harry’s fault that Draco’s in St. Mungo’s. - Harry got himself cursed. It spirals from there.

Title: how we were taught to love Creator: @tigerlilycorinne Sub-theme: Life Rating: M Word count: 42,147

Summary:

“What do you think love is?” Potter asked, still watching the clock. “Save it for the second date, at least,” Draco said without missing a beat. He was a bit surprised when Potter didn’t laugh. He wasn’t usually funny at all, and this time he’d been rather quick on the draw. His gaze turned towards Draco, thoughtful. “Uh oh,” said Draco, “What?” When a fan sends Harry their hanahaki flowers in the mail, Draco and Harry decide to date, to show the public that Harry is off the market. Also, other stuff is going on.

[v7lgar]

WIP Game

@tobeversion & @malakiwis ty for the tag!

rules: Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigue them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

1. hard to ignore you

2. having a ghost in my bed

3. enjoy the silence

4. bring the lion out

5. for you, i would cross the line

6. cover me in roses

no pressure tag: @alarainai @euphorial-docx @krethes @billspaid

[fvckyouimaprophet]

undone, unholy

summary: Remus hogties Sirius and uses him as he wishes.

length: 2,666 words

warnings: Consensual Non-Consent, Rope Bondage, BDSM, Dom/sub, asphyxiation, drug use

a/n: Late in posting this here. For @krethes. Please heed the warnings and note that this is a pure pwp.

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When Sirius arches his back, the collar the rope is tied to pushes flat against his neck. He gasps and concentrates on the burn of the ropes—around his shoulders, wrists, chest. His muscles ache, forced in place, arms bound behind his back, and looks up at Remus.

“Look at you. I could do whatever I wanted to you, and you wouldn’t be able to do a thing,” Remus coos and runs the back of his hand down Sirius’s cheek. Sirius’s heart pounds in his chest as he flinches and pulls back. His eyes water as the movements tug at the collar once more, leaving him sputtering.

“Fuck you, Lupin,” he spits out between deep, ragged breaths. Remus clicks his tongue against the roof of his mouth.

“Manners.” Sirius braces and shuts his eyes a moment before Remus’s hand makes contact with his cheek. Pain blossoms, sharp and hot, and he lets out a small grunt. “Now, let’s see…” 

Remus walks away from the bed, out of Sirius’s line of sight. His neck can only turn so far with the restraints. He shifts his weight, trying to roll himself on his side to get a better view, but it’s difficult to do with his legs curled back, ropes around his knees, holding him in place, fixing to his ankles. An impatient noise slips past his lips, and heat crawls up his neck as his eyes dart about—all the more terrified without being able to see Remus’s face.

A low chuckle from behind him startles him, and he jerks, rope rubbing raw against his skin, finally rolling over to face Remus once more. Remus soaks him in, eyes darkening as they run down Sirius’s frame and linger just below his hips. Sirius is so transfixed that he nearly misses the small glass vial in Remus’s hands.

When he does, his eyes widen. “What’s that?” he asks, his voice hoarse. It gives away nothing. It’s clear as far as he can see.

“Water,” Remus says, though the smirk on his face gives away that it’s anything but. With fierce determination, Sirius closes his mouth and shakes his head. Remus’s smirk widens, and he crouches down. “You can either be a good boy and swallow it, or I can make you.”

There are questions he wants to ask, but he won’t give Remus the satisfaction of opening his mouth to do so. His teeth grind together as clenches his jaw. “Very well,” Remus drawls. He reaches into his back pocket and draws his wand. Sirius breathes in sharply from his nostrils, but before he can otherwise react, Remus casts his spell. “Imperio.”

The panic bubbling in Sirius's chest slips away, out of thought, as he falls limply against the bed. Calm overtakes him instead, and he floats, suspended in an exhilarating nothingness for a moment. Somewhere, in the distance, he feels the pressure against his ankles and wrists, but though the burn of his muscles should be more pronounced, he hardly notices them. Instead, he breathes steadily as he stares ahead at Remus—or what he can see of him from this position. He watches, as if from a dream, as Remus’s pointer finger traces the gnarls of the wand carefully.

“Open that pretty mouth of yours,” Remus says, and the words echo in his head. For the edge of his consciousness, a nagging unease bubbles up, and his jaw seizes as he tries to resist. “So that’s how it’s going to be,” Remus says, though he sounds mildly impressed. “Open your mouth, Sirius.”

Despite his best efforts to resist, the force of Remus’s curse tightens its grip on him until he’s limp and empty once more, and his lips part. Cold glass presses to them, followed by a liquid, strangely devoid of taste. “Now swallow.” Sirius obeys, and the haze lifts. He blinks several times as he comes to, no longer under the curse's hold.

And the panic sets in.

“What was that?” He spits and tries to gag, but it’s no use. The potion or poison—Sirius isn’t sure which he’d prefer—has surely begun to set in by now.

“Let’s start it off easy. Did you tell me to fuck myself a minute ago?”

Sirius opens his mouth to tell him to go fuck himself again—but the words morph on his tongue until he responds, “Yes. I did.” They spill out of him as if they are his own. His throat dries, and his eyes widen. Colorless, tasteless, no smell—as far as he could tell in the few seconds it was up by his lips.

Veritaserum .

Sirius thrashes—as much as the position will allow him—and the rope digs into his skin, rough and unforgiving. The muscles in his shoulders begin to cramp, and rolling them offers no relief. He thinks of all the secrets he could tell if asked, and he bites hard at his tongue, terrified.

“If you behave, I won’t hurt you too badly,” Remus coos. He traces a calloused finger along Sirius’s collarbone with a deliberate slowness, and a shiver runs through Sirius. “But first, let’s make this more interesting” The warmth of Remus’s skin vanishes, and he moves out of eyeshot once more.

It takes a moment before he spots the knotted wood in his peripherals. Remus’s wand . 

It’s the closest shot he has to catching Remus off guard, and he’s not about to let it pass. Sirius takes a deep breath in and cranes his neck. The collar constricts around him, crushing his throat until all breath is choked out of him, until his vision begins to go fuzzy. He spots Remus, back turned, and throws all the weight he can on his other side until he rolls over.

Biting back coughs, he splays out his fingers and stretches them as far as they can go, but the only thing he feels is cotton from the sheets. He wriggles his body until he shifts positions, higher on the bed, and tries once more, straining until each muscle aches and his body trembles.

The tip of his middle finger touches wood. A spark of energy runs through him, and he wriggles once more before clasping his hands around the wand, just above the handle.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Remus’s voice is flat, unamused.

Sirius’s blood runs cold, and for the briefest moment, he freezes. But a moment is all Remus needs to take the wand from Sirius’s hand. Unable to hold it in any longer, Sirius stops struggling and the sound of his rattling breaths and the blood rushing in his ears drowns out nearly everything else. “What are you going to do with me?” he asks, his voice so small that he hardly hears it over his own thoughts.

“It didn’t have to be difficult. Remember that.” Remus reveals another rope in his hand. He weaves it around the binds around Sirius’s wrist and loops it around the ones around his ankles as well. He tightens until Sirius’s neck cranes back from the force, until he’s stuck, no longer divided into two halves, but all limbs bound together, slack-jawed as he gulps for breath.

“What are you—” But he can’t get out the full question before he devolves into a fit of coughs, and his vision swims.

“Do you like feeling helpless?” Remus asks, and he reaches his thumb and forefinger down to Sirius’s nipple before twisting. A muffled shout leaves Sirius’s lips, and he jolts before feeling the ripple effect through his body, each bit of him somehow connected to the rest. It's unbearable.

“Yes,” Sirius admits.

Shame floods through him, white-hot, and Sirius’s eyes burn. He trembles but doesn’t dare drop Remus’s gaze, unwilling to give him the satisfaction of stripping him of his dignity any more than he already has.

“What about when I hurt you?” He reaches around Sirius, and the air whistles as he brings a hand down, his fingers brushing up against the inside of Sirius’s thigh, just below his ass.

No. 

Tears spill over, and Sirius sobs. He repeats the word in his mind, louder and louder, willing it to form in his mouth. But his tongue has other plans. “I like it when you hurt me,” he confesses, the potion too strong to resist. Sirius whimpers, and any shred of defiance in him breaks as his eyes fall to the sheets, crumpled and stained with wet spots.

“Does it make you hard?” Remus asks, and his hand slides across Sirius’s hip, over the rope and just above his cock. From a few centimeters away, Sirius can feel the warmth of his hand, and he imagines the feel of his calloused skin against him.

Even without the Veritaserum, there would be no use in lying. His cock juts obscenely upward, precome dripping down the tip. “Yes,” he admits. He wants to arch his hip forward until he feels Remus’s hand against him, but there’s no use. He’s tied too tightly to even attempt it.

“Pathetic,” Remus spits out. Another shiver runs through him, and he whines in response. He knows Remus isn’t wrong in his assessment. He’s pitiful. “But I'll tell you what—if you put that pretty mouth of yours to good use, I’ll let you come.” Sirius's chest tightens, and he stares up at Remus, distinctly aware of how he must look. The position—his neck pulled back like this—makes it too difficult to breath with his mouth closed. So it hangs open instead, as if in anticipation, hip-level to Remus.  “Tell me, slut. Do you want me to use you?”

Sirius imagines sinking through the mattress. The untethered nothingness of Remus’s Imperius Curse would be a welcome reprieve now. But no such comfort intervenes. “Yes. Fuck my mouth,” he begs.

Remus rolls Sirius on his stomach and steps in front of him. “Look at me.” His fingers tighten around Sirius’s jaw, and Sirius obeys, glancing upward. Remus’s eyes search him—though Sirius isn’t sure what for—and then he nods, satisfied.

He undoes the clasp of his trousers, and they fall to the floor. He’s wearing nothing underneath. Sirius’s eyes fall to Remus’s cock, as hard as his own. Staring at it, he imagines how it’ll taste, but h e doesn’t have to imagine for long.  The head drags across Sirius’s lower lip, smearing precome against it, and his nails scrape against Sirius’s scalp as he thrusts his hips forward. 

Remus tastes like salt and smells like sweat.

The position makes it nearly impossible for Sirius to breathe through his nose, but the alternative is impossible beyond a shadow of a doubt, so he makes do, even though it’s insufficient and unsustainable. The tip hits the back of his throat, and he gags around it, his vision going in and out of focus as his muscles seize. He’s reminded once more of the binds around his body, expertly weaved.

He pulls out enough to allow Sirius time to catch his breath and then rocks his hip forward again. His fingers weave around Sirius’s hair, tugging as he thrusts. He fucks him with no regard for skill or precision and watches transfixed as his cock slides neatly into Sirius’s mouth.

Spit dribbles down Sirius’s chin, and his whole body strains with the effort of the position. Despite everything, he gives into the sensation, Remus’s words echoing in his head. Helpless. Pathetic. Slut.

Just as Sirius feels his eyes slipping shut and consciousness begin to ebb away, Remus’s fingers still. They tighten as he rolls his hips one final time and comes. Sirius takes it and swallows around him until Remus is depleted. Remus’s hand slips from Sirius’s hair, and he grunts as his softening cock slips out, a thread of saliva and come connecting it still to Sirius’s lips for a brief moment before breaking.

Sirius wheezes, his throat raw, burning with each breath. He is certain he looks as spent as he feels, and he waits for Remus to fulfill his promise of well-rewarded good behavior. He stares up at Remus expectedly, watching Remus’s chest rise and fall and the movement of his eyes beneath his eyelids.

But when he opens his eyes, any hopes Sirius has are quickly quashed.

Remus lifts and fastens his trousers once more before taking a step back. As if reading his mind, he says, “I never said that I would make you come.” He waves a hand impatiently. “Well, get at it before I change my mind.”

The implication of Remus’s words settle, and Sirius flushes as his eyes prickle and humiliation washes over him once more. But his cock is too hard, aches too much, for him to refuse. “Yes, Sir,” he says, his voice hoarse, and winces as he swallows.

He isn’t sure how he has it in him to move, but—somehow—he reaches deep within himself to find the last dredges of energy he has left. If Remus can get off, he’ll be damned if he’s ending this night without relief for himself. His shoulders and knees ache, contorted for too long, but he moves his hips from side to side, shuddering as the ropes pull him further until he’s sure something has to give.

Eventually, it’s enough to find friction. He takes in shallow breaths as his pace quickens and he contorts himself, desperate for something, anything to put an end to his misery. Pain morphs with pleasure, and he sways against the sheets like an off-kilter rocking horse. He can only imagine how he looks, but he’s too desperate to care.

He works himself closer to the edge, until the bed shakes with him. Heat builds in his stomach, and sweat drips down his brow into his eye. He gasps for breath until his body is taught and—

“Stop.”

Sirius sobs as his body stills, and he feels the pleasure begin to fall away, the pain of each muscle in his body hitting him with a renewed force. His mind drifts in the fog, too lost for words, even a simple please.

He feels something push against his shoulder, and suddenly he’s on his side, and Remus’s hand is on his cock. He strokes him—once, twice—and Sirius comes with a choked moan. It’s far too much, and he jerks, overstimulated. He lays there, his head humming as he begins to float outside of himself.

Suddenly, the binds around him vanish, and he falls limp to the sheets like a rag doll, slowly unfurling. He stares blankly ahead, and somewhere within him, he registers the bed dipping under the weight of another body. And then Remus’s arms are around him.

His nose presses to the back of Sirius’s neck, grounding him once more, and he takes his first full breath since Remus first put the collar around his neck. “You okay?” Remus asks, his voice steady and reassuring.

“Yes.” Sirius leans back into him and lets out a soft hum. “And you know I’m telling the truth because of this damn potion.” He laughs, though it cuts short, the vibrations making his throat feel raw anew. “That was unexpected.”

“I wish you could have seen your face when you realized what it was.” His lips brush against Sirius’s ear as he continues, “That’s a good reminder not to let it go to waste.”

Heat crawls up Sirius’s neck, into his cheeks, and he groans as he turns to face Remus. “What does that mean?” he asks, his heart beginning to speed when he sees the glint in Remus’s eyes.

“If I fucked you now, could you take it?”

“Remus.” His breath catches in his throat, and a flare of pain shoots through his body at the thought. But technically, he can , which is all Remus asked anyway. “Yes,” he says through gritted teeth.

“And could you come again without a break?”

“I don’t know.” Sirius swallows thickly and gives Remus a pleading look.

But Remus just smirks. “Let’s find out.”