#crip remus

[lupinmoonlight]

I was wondering, when you get the time if you could do a birthday thing with Remus where it starts off all cutesy and fun during the day and gets sexual in the evening, or something like that. Maybe the date could be Dec 6th or take place in December?? I kind of rambled sorry. I hope you have a good day!!

Patience is a Virtue

Masterlist AO3

Summary - It's your birthday and after a date in Hogsmeade, Professor Lupin goes down on you (1,978 words).

Warnings - Oral sex, kissing, fluff, smut, cheesy fluff, unprotected sex, my grammar, not proof-read.

Notes - It's my birthday so I decided to write this request. I'm also half-asleep and only have 4 hours of sleep left before i have to get up for university :') cheers

It was a cold winter day, the kind of cold that bit at your cheeks and made the snow crunch under your feet. Your hand was securely tucked into Remus', each breath you took materializing as a small cloud before dissipating into the crips air of the Scottish Highlands. Hogsmeade was just a short walk away, and you could already see the rising smoke from the chimneys of the snow covered houses and shops. 

"Are you sure you wouldn't prefer a warmer celebration? We could apparate to Spain, have a paella by the beach," he teased. 

Laughing, you squeezed his hand. "And miss a birthday walk to Hogsmeade with you? Never. Besides, I'm looking forward to that cinnamon latte at Madam Puddifoot's" you replied. 

Remus smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he glanced down at you. "Well, anything for the birthday girl," he said. You knew Madam Puddifoot's wasn't Remus' favourite. It was too pink, too tacky, too much, but you loved it and it was your birthday and so he went. 

As you approached the village, you took in the scent of fresh pastries emanating from the shop with their frosty windows. Children ran past you, laughing and throwing snowballs. It was perfect. He was perfect. 

You turned your face to look at him, admiring the way the winter sun caught the edges of his slightly greying hair and the gentle lines around his eyes. Feeling your gaze, he looked down, his eyes meeting yours with a softness that made you absolutely melt. 

"Enjoying the view?" he asked playfully. 

"Yes, Professor," you giggled, the title coming out teasingly. 

Remus chuckled warmly. "You must stop being so adorable- it's hard to resist not kissing you right here," he quipped as he reached to tuck a loose strand of your hair back into your scarf. 

"Why resist, Professor?" you whispered back, standing on your tiptoes, pulling him closer by his coat. 

With a mock sigh of surrender, Remus leaned down, his lips meeting yours in a sweet, lingering kiss. 

Hand in hand, you continued your walk into Hogsmeade. The village was charmingly festive and buzzing with excitement for the coming holidays. You soon found yourselves in front of Madam Puddifoot's tea shop. The place was bustling with chatter and filled with a slightly over-the-top array of pink decorations and floating candles that flickered softly above your heads. 

Remus guided you to a secluded table, helping you off with your coat before pulling out your chair. He waited until you were comfortably settled and made his way to the counter, only to return shortly with a tray bearing two steaming cups of cinnamon lattes and a plate of pastries.

His gaze lingered lovingly on you as you took a sip. Your cheeks were still pink from the cold and your eyes were sparkling with the joy of the day that he had made so special. "You're beautiful," he murmured, almost without thinking, keeping his voice low enough so only you could hear. 

You looked up from your cup, not brave enough to set it down and expose the blush that was threatening to intensify under his gaze. After a moment, Remus slid his hand into his coat pocket and pulled out a small, elegantly wrapped box, placing it gently on the table. "For you," he said softly. 

Your eyes lit up with curiosity and delight. "Remus, what is this?" you asked as you untied the ribbon and opened the box to reveal a delicate gold necklace with a beautifully crafted moon as a pendant- a symbol so deeply personal to him. 

"It's just...I always want to be with you, even when I'm not there. This way, a part of me always will be," he explained, his eyes never leaving your face. 

"It's beautiful," you whispered, lifting it out and holding it towards him. "Would you...?" 

With a nod, he stood, moving to your side to fasten the necklace around your neck. His fingers brushed your skin, sending a shiver that had nothing to do with the cold. Once secured, he leaned down, kissing the top of your head softly, whispering, "Perfect."

Sitting back down, Remus reached into another pocket and produced a slightly larger package. "There's more," he added. 

As you unwrapped the second gift, you found a luxurious quill, alongside a well-bound book on advanced potion-making, and a selection of your favourite teas. 

"Remus, how did you...these are perfect!" 

"I'm glad you think so. I love seeing you this happy." 

~

After running a few errands, you and Remus returned to the quaint warmth of your cottage. It smelled of lavender  mixed with the earthy scent of the woodsmoke from the fireplace. It smelled home. 

You began unpacking in the kitchen, lining up a few ingredients for a simple dinner and setting aside the new teas beside the kettle. The house was quiet, save for the quiet crackle of the fire and the occasional clink of a jar finding its place on the shelf. 

Remus watched you for a moment, leaning against the doorway, his eyes tracing the familiar lines of your figure. He walked quietly behind you, slipping his arms around your waist, pulling you back against his chest. You let out a small, surprised gasp, a smile curving your lips as you leaned back into him. 

"Did you get everything you needed?" he murmured. 

"Mmm," you hummed, feeling the warmth or his body seeping into your back. 

Remus leaned down, his lips brushing the skin of your neck, placing tender kisses that made you shiver delightfully. "You smell like cinnamon and winter," he whispered, inhaling deeply as if trying to imprint your essence in his memory. His hold tightened, one of his hands tracing a path up to caress the line of your jaw. 

You tilted your head to give him better access, your eyes closing in delight. "Remus," you breathed out. 

He responded with a low hum. "I can't seem to get enough of you," he murmured, his lips tracing a path up to your ear, nibbling gently. "Like a man starved." 

You turned within his armed, facing him, your hands sliding up to circle around his neck. "You have me. All of me," you said, pressing your body closer to his. You could feel his growing arousal through your layers of clothing, pressing insistently against you. 

His eyes darkened, "Oh, I do intend to have you," he replied before scooping you up effortlessly. A spontaneous giggle escaped you as your legs wrapped instinctively around his waist and your arms draped around his neck, allowing him to navigate through the cottage to your bedroom. 

The door swung open, and he crossed the room to lay you down on the bed. Standing back, he looked down at you with an intensity that made you squirm. You sat up, reaching out toward him, craving his touch. 

Remus shook his head, a playful yet firm "No," escaping his lips. He raised an eyebrow, his voice teasing, "Now, now, where are your manners, young lady?" 

Your response was an exaggerated pout, your eyes meeting his in a silent challenge. You never wanted to give in so easily, but the man before you made you quite literally fold. Despite your short-lived attempt to brat him, his presence commanded the room, and you were momentarily stunned by it. 

Remus chuckled softly. "I'll give you what you want," he assured you, "but you need to be patient. Good girls are patient." 

Patient? That word simply wasn't part of your vocabulary. You tried again to reach for him, your hands stretching out, seeking him. But in a swift movement, you were pushed back onto the bed, your hands pinned above your head as he hovered above you. 

"And what did we just learn about patience?" he teased. 

Your breath caught, your mind going blank. "T-that it's supposed to be...rewarding?" you stammered. 

"Very good," Remus smiled, leaning closer so that his lips nearly brushed against yours. He began removing your clothes, each movement calculated and slow, torturously so, laving you increasingly exposed and vulnerable under his gaze. 

Finally bared to him, Remus began to kiss your skin softly, each kiss lingering a little longer than the last. Every so often, he left a gentle mark, a love bite that spoke of possession, love, adoration. His way of saying you belonged to him.

He slowly, agonizingly slowly, made his way down to your most sensitive area, his breath teasing you. 

"Remus, please," you whispered. "I can't take it anymore. Please." 

"Shh," he soothed, his breath teasing you again as he spoke. "I've got you." 

You gasped as your felt his tongue tease at your clit, your hips bucking up involuntarily. He swiftly pinned you back down and pulled back. 

"Ah, ah, ah," he said, "it seems someone is forgetting the rules. Patience, my love, is a virtue." 

"But Remus- Ah..." you moaned as he used his fingers to spread you open and allow for better access. The tip of his tongue flicked against your sensitive flesh, and a finger was teasing at your entrance. 

"Remus..." you whimpered, your fingers tangling in his hair. You felt his lips curl into a smile against you. He trailed his tongue down to your entrance, poking at it, exploring, tasting, savouring, and pushed in. His finger worked your clit gently, barely touching it. 

Your hips bucked again, and this time he allowed it. He hummed against you and began to slide his tongue in and out while simultaneously rubbing your sensitive bundle of nerves. Your body was tensing now, your back arching as the pleasure began to build. 

Your legs were spread wide, shamelessly, your hips thrusting upward to meet his movements. But Remus is patient. And Remus knows what he is doing. His finger brushes against your clit more firmly, yet not enough. It's teasing, tormenting, and making you yearn for his touch even more. 

"Remus...Remus Please." Your voice is breathless, your hands clenched tightly into the blankets. 

Remus grins against your skin. He has you exactly where he wants you. He uses the tip of his tongue to swirl around your clit, then flicking over it quickly before retreating. A finger teases your entrance before venturing inside as he increases the pressure of his tongue. You cry out, your body tightening as your climax nears. 

With one last flick of his tongue, he pushes you over the edge, your body shuddering as your orgasm rips through you. You breath hitches, your back arching off the bed as you try to hold onto consciousness. 

Before you could even form a thought, Remus' clothes had vanished, and he was pushing your legs apart with a growl, his length pressing insistently against your core. He was hungry, keeping his eyes locked onto yours as he slowly entered you. 

"You feel so good," he breathed. Your eyes fluttered close as he began to thrust inside you. Slowly. Lovingly. He leaned in to capture your lips, allowing you to taste yourself on him. You moaned into the kiss as he buried himself fully within your warmth. 

He groans as he feels your tight, wet heat around him, and his movement become more urgent, his body rocking against yours with increasing speed. 

"Don't stop Remus..." you moaned as you felt your second orgasm begin to crest. 

He picked up the pace, gripping your waist with a bruising force and slamming into you, his movements bordering desperation. 

You clenched around him, moaning his name as you reached your peak again. The sensation made him growl, and his body tensed as he spilled within you, his movements finally slowing down. He collapsed on top of you, his breathing ragged and his heart pounding against your chest. 

"Happy birthday, beautiful," he whispered in your ear. "I told you, patience is a virtue." 

[ernestnott]

MARAUDERS&CO SNACKING HABIT

Sirius : They have a sweet tooth. Sirius often crave sugary snacks like candy, the fruity one hehe. They’re not against chocolate but don’t like caramel.

Remus : He loves chocolate obviously. But if there is no chocolate he prefers salty snacks.

James : He loves to cook big meals and enjoy eating them ! If he wants a snack he will choose crips over biscuits.

Peter : Everyone think he is team sugar snack because he bakes a lot (chocolate cake for Remus mostly). But he just loves to snack, no discrimination here. Although he will have salty snacks more often than sugar ones.

Dorcas : They love salty snacks !! Barty and her bicker a lot about there different taste. They’re favorite are wasabi peanut and she often trick Barty so he ends up eating it too (he hates it).

Pandora : She always have some food with her. But it’s vegetables and fruits. Like, she can be seen eating an entire tomato or cucumber, out of nowhere. Evan always need to reminds her to eat a proper meal because otherwise she will forget that raw fruits and vegetables are not consistant enough.

Lily : She loves all kind of sugary snacks. She steals out of Remus’ chocolate stack a lot (he thinks it’s Sirius) and Dora often gifts her some fruits.

Regulus : Wants everyone to think he is team salt but he is not fooling anyone with him caring around chocolate candy and biscuits in his bag.

Barty : Always has a gum in his mouth. He needs to occupies his tongue and if he is out of gum he suck on some caramel candy instead. This guy has a lot of cavity on his tooth…

Evan : He doesn’t really like to snack. Prefers meal that satisfy his hunger fully. He doesn’t like sugar very much and often say that Barty’s mouth as enough sugar for the both of them. If he eats sugar it’s because it’s a charlotte (cake with fromage blanc and fruits and biscuits like boudoirs).

Mary : She likes crips a lot. This is a problem. She likes potatoes, really. Anything made out of them and she is happy.

Marlene : She almost always have a can of monster or other drink like that with her. But she hates coca (she boycott it). And she likes to have some tête brûlée (candy that are very spicy) with it.

[wolfstar-in-color]

July Colorful Column: Remus is a Crip, and We Can Write Him Better.

There is one thing that can get me to close a fic so voraciously I don’t even make sure I’m not closing other essential tabs in the process. It doesn’t matter how much I’m loving the fic, how well written I think it is, or how desperately I want to know how it ends. Once I read this sentence, I am done.

It’s written in a variety of different ways, but it always goes something like this: “You don’t want me,” Remus said, “I am too sick/broken/poor/old/[insert chosen self-demeaning adjective here].”

You’re familiar with the trope. The trope is canonical. And if you’ve been around the wolfstar fandom for longer than a few minutes, you’ve read the trope. Maybe you love the trope! Maybe you’ve written the trope! Maybe you’re about to stop reading this column, because the trope rings true to you and you feel a little attacked!

Now, let’s get one thing out of the way right now: I am not saying the trope is wrong. I am not saying it’s bad. I am not saying we should stop writing it. We all have things we don’t like to see in our chosen fics. Maybe you can’t stand Leather Jacket Motorbike Sirius? Maybe you think Elbow Patch Remus is overdone? Or maybe your pet peeves are based in something a little deeper - maybe you think Poor Latino Remus is an irresponsible depiction, or that PWPs are too reductive? Whatever it is, we all have our things.

Let me tell you about my thing. When I first became very ill several years ago, there were various low points in which I felt I had become inherently unlovable. This is, more or less, a normal reaction. When your body stops doing things it used to be able to do - or starts doing things you were quite alright without, thank you very much - it changes the way you relate to your body. You don’t want to hear my whole disability history, so yada yada yada, most people eventually come to accept their limitations. It’s a very painful existence, one in which you constantly tell yourself your disability has transformed you into a burdensome, unworthy member of society, and if nothing else, it’s not terribly sustainable. Being disabled takes grit! It takes power! It takes a truly absurd amount of medical self-advocacy! Hating yourself? Thinking yourself unworthy of love? No one has time for that. 

Of course, I’m being hyperbolic. Plenty of disabled people struggle with these feelings many years into their disabilities, and never really get over them. But here’s the thing. We experience those stories ALL THE TIME. Remember Rain Man? Or Million Dollar Baby? Or that one with the actress from Game of Thrones and that British actor who seemed like he was going to have a promising career but then didn't? Those are all stories about sad, bitter disabled people and their sad, bitter lives, two out of three of which end in the character completing suicide because they simply couldn’t imagine having to live as a disabled person. (I mean, come on media, I get that we're less likely to enjoy a leisurely Saturday hike, but our parking is SUBLIME.) When was the last time you engaged with media that depicted a happy disabled person? A complex disabled person? A disabled person who has sex? No really, these aren’t hypothetical questions, can you please drop a rec in the notes?? Because I am desperate.

There are lots of problems with this trope, and they’ve been discussed ad nauseam by people with PhDs. I’m not actually interested in talking about how this trope leads to a more prevalent societal idea that disabled people are unworthy of love, or contributes to the kind of political thought processes that keep disabled people purposefully disenfranchised. I’m just a bitch on Tumblr, and I have a bone to pick: the thing I really hate about the trope? It’s boring. I’m bored. You know how, like, halfway through Grey’s Anatomy you realized they were just recycling the same plot points over and over again and there was just no WAY anyone working at a hospital prone to THAT MANY disasters would stay on staff? It's like that. I love a recycled trope as much as the next person (There Was Only One Bed, anyone?). But I need. Something. Else.

Remus is disabled. BOLD claim. WILD speculation. Except, not really. You simply - no matter how you flip it, slice it, puree it, or deconstruct it - cannot tell me Remus Lupin is not disabled. Most of us, by this point, are probably familiar with the way that One Canonical Author intended One Dashing Werewolf to be “a metaphor for those illnesses that carry stigma, like HIV and AIDS” [I’m sorry to link you to an outside source quoting She Who Must Not Be Named, but we’re professionals here]. Which is... a thing. It’s been discussed. And, listen, there’s no denying that this parallel is a problematic interpretation of people who have HIV/AIDS and all such similar “those illnesses” (though I’ll admit that I, too, am perennially apt to turn into a raging beast liable to harm anything that crosses my path, but that’s more linked to the at-least-once-monthly recollection that One Day At A Time got cancelled). Critiques aside, Remus Lupin is a character who - due to a condition that affects him physically, mentally, emotionally, and intellectually - is repeatedly marginalized, oppressed, denied political and social power, and ostracized due to unfounded fear that he is infectious to others. Does that sound familiar?

We’re not going to argue about whether or not “Remus is canonically disabled as fuck” is a fair reading. And the reason we’re not going to argue about whether or not it’s a fair reading is because I haven’t read canon in 10-plus years and you will win the argument. Canon is only marginally relevant here. The icon of this blog is brown, curly haired Remus Lupin kissing his trans boyfriend, Sirius Black. We are obviously not too terribly invested in canon. The wolfstar fandom is now a community with over 25,000 AO3 fics, entire careers launched from drawing or writing or cosplaying this non-canonical pairing. We love to play around here with storylines and universes and races and genders and sexualities and all kinds of things, but most of the time? Remus is still disabled. He’s disabled as a werewolf in canon-compliant works, he’s disabled in the AUs where he was injured or abused or kidnapped or harmed as a child, he’s disabled in the stories that read him as chronically ill or bipolar or traumatized or blind or Deaf. I’d go so far as to say that he is one of very few characters in the Wide Wonderful World of media who is, in as close to his essence as one can be, always disabled. And that means? Don’t shoot the messenger... but we could stand to be a tiny bit more responsible with how we portray him. 

Disabled people are complicated. As much as I’d like to pretend we are always level-headed, confident, and ready to assert our inherent worth, we are still just humans. We have bad days. We doubt our worth. We sometimes go out with guys who complain about our steroid-induced weight gain (it was a long time ago, Tumblr, okay??). But, we also have joy and fun and good days and sex and happiness and families and so many other things. 

Remus is a disabled character, and as such, it’s only fair that he’d have those unworthy moments. But - I propose - Remus is also a crip. What is a crip? A crip - like a queer - is someone who eschews the limited boundaries placed on their bodies, who rejects a hierarchy of oppression in favor of an intersectional analysis of lived experience, who isn’t interested in being the tragic figure responsible for helping people with dominant identities realize how good they have it. Crips interpret their disabilities however they want, rethinking bodies and medicine and pleasure and pain and even time itself. Crips are political, community-minded, and in search of liberation. 

Remus is a character who struggles with his disability, sure. But he’s also a character who leverages his physical condition to attempt to shift communities towards his political leanings, advocates for the rights of those who share his physical condition, and has super hot sex with his wrongfully convicted boyfriend ultimately goes on to build community and family. Having a condition that quite literally cripples you, over which you have no control, and through which you are often read as a social pariah? That’s disability. But using said condition as a means through which to build advocacy and community? Now that’s some crip shit. 

Personally, I love disabled!Remus Lupin. But I love crip!Remus Lupin even more. I’d love to see more of a Remus who owns his disability, who covets what makes him unique, and who never ever again tells a potential romantic partner they are too good for him because of his disability. This trope - unlike There Was Only One Bed! - sometimes actually hurts to read. Where’s Remus who thinks a potential romantic partner isn’t good enough for him? Where’s Remus who insists his partners learn more about his condition in order to treat him properly? Where’s sexy wheelchair user Remus? Where’s Remus who uses his werewolf transformations as an excuse to travel the world? Where’s crip Remus??

We don’t have to put “you don’t want me” Remus entirely to bed. It is but one of many repeated tropes that are - in the words of The Hot Priest from Fleabag - morally a bit dubious. And let’s face it - we don’t always come to fandom for its moral superiority (as much as we sometimes like to think we do). 

This is not a condemnation - it is an invitation. Able-bodied folks are all but an injury, illness, or couple decades away from being disabled. And when you get here, I sincerely hope you don’t waste your time on “you don’t want me”ing back and forth with the people you love. I’m inviting you to come to the crip side now. We have snacks, and without all the “you don’t want me” talk, we get to the juicy parts much faster. 

Colorfully,

Mod Theo

[littlejeanniebean]

Jilytober 2020 | Chapter 9: Space Invaders

Everyone crowded around Lily in the Gryffindor common room as she opened her present from her dad. 

“Space Invaders!” Peter cheered. “I’ve been wanting a console for ages but Mum would never —”

“What’s Space Invaders?” asked James, Sirius, Emmeline, Marlene, and Dorcas. 

Mary gasped. With a wave of her wand, the joysticks multiplied. The rules listed on the box changed as well to accommodate more players. “Play. Immediately. You won’t regret it.”

“Er...” James sat down on the carpet beside Lily. “How do you use this thing?”

“Swing the joystick left and right to aim.” Lily put her hand over his, her fingers tingling. “Then hit the big red button to shoot.”

James felt his cheeks heat up from the way her hand ghosted over his fingers.

Sirius’ canon was shot down first. “Blast!” 

“Literally,” Lily muttered, smirking.

James chuckled, shooting down more aliens. 

Remus was just holding down the fire button the whole time and spraying the aliens as he moved back and forth across the bottom of the screen. Eventually, as the aliens thinned out, his own projectiles fell back down and blew up his canon.

“Ah-ah-ah-aaaaah—no!” Dorcas sighed as her canon exploded. 

Mary laughed raucously. “You should’ve seen your face, Dor—Hey!” Her canon exploded. “That came out of nowhere!”

“Oh, come on!” Marlene yelled at the screen. “That was friendly-fire!”

“Sorry!” Peter squeaked. The alien he’d been meaning to hit had moved and his projectile had fallen back down on Marlene’s canon.

“Merlin!” James’ canon exploded, but then reappeared. “Oh, false alarm.” He went back to playing. “I thought that was my last life.” 

“Ughhhh,” Peter groaned. “Well, that was my last life.”

“Oh, crappity-crip-crap!” Emmeline was cornered by three aliens dropping down the screen.

“I got you, Em!” Lily shot down two of them, but the third collided with Emmeline’s canon, killing them both. “No! I’m sorry!”

“It’s okay, avenge me!” Emmeline fell back onto the couch dramatically.

As Lily and James continued to rack up high scores into the millions, Muggleborns and not gathered around to watch. 

Read on Ao3 :) | Masterlist

A/N: This fic has a new name on Ao3, Dancing Around You, and I’m super excited about it! Slow burn here we come!

@mickisketch​ again because I’m still not over the fantastic art <3

[the-friendly-struggling-writer]

The Wandering Side - Chapter 6

Sanders Sides (Web Series)          

                                 Characters:                                

Logic | Logan Sanders

Anxiety | Virgil Sanders

Morality | Patton Sanders

Creativity | Roman "Princey" Sanders

Dark Creativity | Remus "The Duke" Sanders

Deceit Sanders

Original Side(s) (Sanders Sides)          

                                 Additional Tags:                                

Sympathetic Dark Sides (Sanders Sides)

My First Fanfic

fluff i hope

My First Work in This Fandom

Domestic Fluff

remus gives gifts to everyone

Disney References

Movie Night

Sympathetic Deceit Sanders

Panic Attacks

Sympathetic Dark Creativity | Remus "The Duke" Sanders         

Warnings: Panic Attack in this chapter

“Hi Patton, Hi Logan,” Wander said as they entered.

“Patton gives the cookies,” Roman asked. Roman and Remus then tried to give the biggest puppy dog eyes to Patton.

“Why are they doing that?” Logan asked unsure of what they were doing and why.

“Well kiddo, they are trying to look cute and get me to give them the cookies I made earlier,” Patton said.

“Sorry, Patton. I hold them about the cookies,” Wander said.

“It’s ok kiddo, here you go,” Patton said as he handed a cookie to each of us. This was when Deceit and Virgil walked in. Deceit’s eyes light up at the sight of the cookies. Patton seeing the others handed them a cookie each as well.

The cookies that Patton made were amazing though Wander, looking at the faces of the others it seemed that everyone else thought so as well “thanks Patton,” Wander said, “they are really, really good.”

“Thanks,” Patton said and then everyone else agreed. Deceit especially but trying to look like they didn’t care but they did.

“Why don’t we watch another film,” Roman suggested.

“That’s a good idea,” Wander said not actually sure if they normally watched this many films or if it was to try and get used to having them about. Wander liked how things were, but they didn’t know if this was going to change or what. This was when Wander’s breathing picked up its speed. ‘What if they are only acting like this because I’m new. Or that they don’t know which side I belong to. What if I’m a ‘dark side’ or a ‘light side’. I don’t even know, I haven’t existed for more than 36 hours or so. Wander was panicking and Virgil was the first to notice what was happening, and that Wander was lost deep in their thoughts.

“Hey Wander,” Virgil said in a calm and steady voice as not to surprise them. “Focus on me ok. We are going to slow down your breathing. Okay.” Wander nodded looking at Virgil. They were aware of how strange their body felt. Like they were just numb all over and there was nothing that they could do about it. They didn’t know what was happening to them or how to stop it.

“In for four seconds,” Wander sucked in a deep breath that they could, “hold for seven seconds,” Wander tried but started coughing, “that’s ok,” Virgil said continuing to help. “In for four, hold for seven and out for eight,” Wander’s breathing finally slowed down after a few attempts. “That’s great Wander almost there,” Wander had finally calmed down but was drained of any energy that they might have previously had. “Let’s go sit down on the couch,” Virgil said to Wander, “Roman could you put on a film, Patton could you make Wander a warm drink.”

“I’ll make one for each of us all,” Patton said unsure of how else to help Wander and Virgil.

“I will also help with that,” Logan said as not to feel useless in the current situation.

Once Virgil had helped Wander along to the living room and helped them onto the couch. Roman had set up the tv and the DVD player and was just about to start the nightmare before Christmas as it was getting to the colder part of the year.

As they were set down, Wander clasped into the soft pile of pillows that were on the couch. staring off into a corner of the room Wander wasn’t even taking in what the others were saying.

“How did this not happen?” Deceit asked slipping back into his normal speaking. “What couldn’t have happened to cause this?”

“I don’t know. They could have been overwhelmed by something or that their mind got stuck on one thing and their thoughts spiraled. It might have been any combination of factors,” Virgil explained having the most idea of what happens to someone who is having a panic attack.

“Why it happens doesn’t matter at this time. We can figure things out later. We just need to help them relax and rest.” Remus chimed in so that they all could calm down. Remus and Deceit were also just about used to panic attacks from Virgil and how to help him.

As everyone in the living room piled up onto the large couch, Logan and Patton came in with a tray each with hot chocolate and different types of snacks that people may want. Such as crips, chewy sweets, the rest of the cookies after Patton remembered how much Wander liked then to try and help them feel better and even a bar of the deodorant that Remus liked that was really white chocolate nougat in the shape of deodorant.

Setting the trays n a nearby coffee table. Patton and Logan handed them to the others ready in postin on the couch. “Hey kiddo,” Patton said trying to get Wander’s attention. It had taken a minute for them to register that Patton was speaking to them.

“Yeah,” they replied slowly in a quiet voice as not to be too loud.

“Do you want some hot chocolate or a cookie or something else,” Patton asked to go get it for them.

“Don’t worry about it Patton I don’t want to be a brother.” Wander said thinking back to their earlier thoughts, and how much trouble they were causing for everyone around them.

“Wander,” Patton paused to think of the best wording that they could, “no matter what, you will never be a brother for any of us.” and as Patton finished speaking everyone else nodded in agreement. Remus was doing this too but to him, he was also trying to see how fast he needed to move his head before his neck snapped or if he even could do that at all.

Wander through this over for a moment and then replied, “The hot chocolate, please,” Wander’s eyes wandered over to the tv. The film had started playing and Roman and Remus were singing along to the opening song. While they were doing that Remus was thinking up ideas to prank or scare Roman, themed around the nightmare before Christmas.

Patton went over to the tray and grabbed the hot chocolate for them. When Patton gave Wander the drink, they didn’t reply. This caused the sides to look at each other in concern apart from Virgil. Who even though he loved the nightmare before Christmas hadn’t taken their eyes off of Wander. As if to see for any sign of panic or distress coming from the newest and youngest acting side. Which said something considering that Pattn acted like the youngest most of the time.

Climbing on top of the couch Patton curled up for another movie night all together as a family.

Chapter 7

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The Consequences of Sound by Acantha_Echo 

Status: Incomplete, Work In Progress

Summary: Anxiety hurts Thomas. It's just what he does, what he has always done. It's not what he wants. He only wants to protect him but that is easier wished for than done. When the opportunity to prove himself opens up to him, he grabs it, for once not caring about the consequences. Things go downhill from there. The fall, rise, fall (and rise again) of Virgil.

Relationships: Prinxiety, Platonic LAMP

CW: Toxic Friendships, Headaches and Migraines, Anxiety Attacks, Manipulation, Depression, Unsympathetic Deceit, Unsympathetic Remus

My thoughts: This fic is So Freaking Good, my friends. It has real estate in at least 86% of my brain. I love going back to reread my favorite parts, and sometimes when I’m rewatching episodes I’ll catch myself thinking of the fic. Right now it’s the Christmas episode bc I’m in big time daydream mode about what the current arc is going to bring. It’s got big Found Family energy, and I eat that stuff right up. It is so heart-warming to watch Virgil grow closer to them. And, yeah, the Prinxiety owns my ass. It is some real Slow Burn shit, and the little glances and soft interactions.... oh goodness. And there’s suspense too, with all the barriers Virgil has built, and the secrets he keeps. For the love of everything, give this fic a try. 

To Build A Home by AValorousChoice

Status: Completed

Summary: "There was a long silence as Virgil processed the words, his eyes darting between the pair of them. “Y-You-” he swallowed heavily. “You want to adopt me?” This was a joke. Surely, it was a joke. Nobody ever wanted him. Nobody had ever shown the slightest bit of interest in adopting him. Virgil never believed he was good enough for a loving family until the day that Patton and Logan walked into the orphanage.

Relationships: Logicality

CW: Child Abuse, Alcohol and Alcoholism, Panic Attacks, Car Accidents, Swearing, Homophobia, Minor Character Death, Animal Abuse, PTSD, Violence, Murder, Attempted Murder

My thoughts: Another Found Family for y’all. So this one is a kid!fic, which I don’t read a lot of, but have found some Really Good ones over the years. I grow really attached to characters when it feels like I’ve watched them grow up. Probably has to do with my love for character development, though not every kid!fic will have that. This one, actually, takes place over the course of less than a year of Virgil’s life after Logan and Patton adopt him. It deals with trauma and finding a place Virgil feels he belongs and is equally full of hope as it is fear. Again, watching Virgil grow close to his family - Patton, Logan, Roman, and some marvelous OCs - is so precious. And shout-out to Roman in this one bc he is the cutest, weirdest freaking kid you will ever read, and I would protect him with my life. The next one in the series is actually all about him and advances forward to when they’re teens (at which point I come across a lot of moments where I’m like “omg they’ve grown so much my heart”).

(i’d never) want once from the cherry tree by ace_corvid 

Status: Completed

Summary: Of all the notable Youtubers active today, none are perhaps as popular as Roman Prince, beauty guru extraordinaire. From small beginnings, rising popularity from his vlogs brought him to the fame he never doubted he’d relish in. But also on the up and up is the conspiracy theory and cryptid lover known by his online alias ‘Virgilant’, who reveals little about his personal life and shies from the spotlight.Despite clashing fandoms and their own preconceptions, they're dragged into a somewhat whirlwind collaboration between channels. Sparks fly, but with Virgil desperately afraid of coming out and pining for his room mate, can anything really happen? With Logan, Patton, Remy and Deceit along for the ride, watch as fear of being who you really are blossoms into something new… With more than a little romance along the way.After all, is there anything more terrifying than showing the world who you are? Alternatively; a meta media fic following the journey of Youtubers, who just so happen to be characters we know and love.

Relationships: Prinxiety, Logicality

CW: Anxiety over Coming Out, Fandom Discourse Commentary

My thoughts: The funniest thing in my GD LIFE. Get this; they’re all in character, but the author has amped up their chaos levels times 100. They are undeniably themselves and it’s to an extreme. I freaking love it. And the multimedia style is so entertaining. It keeps the story at a fast pace and creates a great setting and diverse character interaction. That interaction includes banter and absolutely absurd and relatable content. Everyone’s friendships are undeniable bc they’re constantly roasting one another but you can tell they’d kill for each other. So good. This fic is so good. Please go read.

lavender for luck by lovelylogans

Status: Completed

Summary: Virgil's uncle can cast spells, and read fortunes, and hear houses talk through their noisy creaks. Virgil's father had, too, when he was alive, and their mother before them. Virgil was born with the family's tawny eyes, the family's pale skin, and the family's magic. And the people they fall in love with—or, at least, the ones who love them back—all die, which is why Virgil knows he can never take the chance of having that for himself. A Practical Magic inspired au

Relationships: LAMP

CW: Implied/Referenced Character Death, Parental Death, Spiders, Animal Cruelty, Swearing, Arguing, Physical Confrontation 

My thoughts: Magical realism, secrets, excellent characterization. The border between reality and magic in this AU is seamless. I love the normality of magic in these types of stories, and this one didn’t even have magic as a Thing for most of the world. Magic wasn’t a regular thing, yet the author made it so normal to Virgil’s life... it was phenomenal. And the character interactions... they are so sweet on each other omg. And it isn’t really rushed either. There is time skips, but they don’t break apart the fic too harshly, instead enhancing the time they’ve gotten to know one another. Deceit’s character is so much fun too. He doesn’t take shit, but he also really cares. And the whole uncovering Virgil’s life is so interesting, both what we know and the characters don’t, or stuff we don’t know and Virgil won’t talk about. It creates excellent tension. So I guess I have to go read Practical Magic now (which this fic is based off of) and you have to go read this.

dreams are the second form of reality by Flooftheriver

Status: Incomplete, Work In Progress

Summary: Roman’s creative capabilities stretch further than anywhere any of the sides realise he can go- sometimes even Roman himself. He can craft intricate worlds from nothing, invent people out of mere whispers of an idea, all for the purpose of filling the night with adventure. His dreams are so strong in fact, that they can unknowingly pull others in, bending them to the will of the story he is creating. So what happens when he dreams up a Prince, and finds he needs somebody to play the role?

Relationships: Prinxiety, Logicality

CW: Possible Character Death, Weird Shadow Monsters, Minor Violence, Blood and Violence

My thoughts: So it’s set in canon in place of AA. Which means we get some lovely angst in the form of Virgil thinking everyone hates him. And I’m super stoked to watch him get that Acceptance he deserves. You know what we call that? Growth. Let’s get that character development y’all. For now, however, he’s in Roman’s dreamworld and trying to make sure Roman doesn’t realize it’s actually him or he’ll get kicked out of the best thing in his life. So we have secrets, which creates great tension, and things going... strange in the dreamworld. Also, the Prinxiety is cute as heck - loving that slow burn holy crip - alright go read it.

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Resources Wednesday

Today in our resources Wednesday, we are boosting @cripplecharacters - a guide to writing disabled characters. The blog focuses mostly on answering specific questions from writers in a simple way that can help us all.

We genuinely think that in the Wolfstar corner of fandom we could benefit from checking their answers in general, since having Sirius or Remus as proud crips is not something we see too often, and we would love to read more stories where they shine!

Most posts are tagged, so the best way of navigating their blog is through tag search, or looking at the archive. We hope you have fun and learn as much as we did while browsing the site!

Some resources you might find interesting

Types of wheelchairs

Schizophrenia, Autism, and other neurodivergencies and ‘special magic’: Why is it ableist?

Magical hearing aids

Writing about disability vs having disabled characters