Thinking About Wolfstar And That Headbutting Thing Dogs Do

the eighth and final chapter of BRTC is up! a huge thank you to everyone who has been so enthusiastic and encouraging on tumblr and on ao3 :)

it’s so bittersweet to be saying goodbye to this version of Remus and this little universe but i’m really happy with where it ends and i’m very proud of it. and i have more fics in the works! i have several ideas planned out and have already begun drafting the next one

Happy Passover!

snippet time!

thank you to @rae-lune for the tag <33 so happy i have something to share this time! here’s some more platonic moonflower from lotf ch 4! they’ve honestly taken over the chapter a bit and i have no control over it 😌

“God, Lily, why do you let me do these things?!” Remus wails, flopping down on the bed so his face is squished into the pillow.

A giggle comes from his phone. “I don't have any control over you, Remus. You did this yourself,” Lily says.

“That's not true! You know you do!” he whines. “You encouraged me to flirt with him!”

Lily sighs. “Yes, well, I didn't think you were going to have a great big panic about it.”

“That's not true either,” Remus complains, exaggerating the pout already present on his face. Never mind that she can't see it through the phone; she'll know it's there. “If you don't know me better than that by now that's entirely your fault.” He finishes strong by sticking out his tongue.

She sighs again, and Remus begins to feel rather offended. What has he done that's worthy of two sighs?

np tagging @goldenprophetwrites @madefortherain @tortoisebore!

“sirius would be the talker and remus would be the listener”

in public yes

in private, when remus was comfortable, he would talk to sirius for hours. about his books, or something he saw in the halls, or just anything, and sirius would sit there, just staring at the way remus smiles and how he talks with his hands, absolutely smitten

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second chronic illness themed @wolfstarmicrofic! this one featuring Remus with endometriosis for Endometriosis Awareness Month! CW for endo symptoms and mention of blood.

“C’mon, pull your shirt up.”

Remus drags his eyes away from the mindless comfort show on the TV screen. “What?”

Sirius sits down on the couch near his legs, curled tightly to his chest. “You heard me. Pull your shirt up.”

“Sirius,” Remus whines. He looks back at the television and curls his arms tighter around his lower abdomen, trying to absorb the warmth of the heating pad cradled there. “Leave me alone, it hurts.” An understatement if there ever was one. It’s like his uterus is a towel being wrung out until he cries, until he almost throws up, until he’s lost so much blood he’s dizzy with it.

A chilly hand cards gently through the curls falling over his forehead and Remus leans into the touch. “I know, baby, but I want to try something. Maybe it’ll help,” Sirius says.

And, well. He has Remus’s attention, but he’s still skeptical. “What is it?”

Sirius holds up a familiar brown tub of cream, one that Remus had bought for his joints and discarded months ago when it gave him no relief. “You haven’t tried it for this, have you?” Sirius asks.

Remus tilts his head, considering. No, he hasn’t. He doubts it will help, what with the big nothing it did everywhere else, but what does he have to lose by trying?

“Alright,” he agrees, and struggles to sit.

“No, no, hey, stay there. Just lift your shirt a bit for me,” Sirius says.

Remus does. Sirius insists on rubbing the cream into his pelvis for him, knowing how Remus hates the scent on his fingers.

Afterwards, Sirius settles into the opposite corner of the sofa, far enough to give Remus’s overheated body space, but close enough that he doesn’t feel alone. And Remus waits, and hopes.

what i love most about wolfstar is how absolutely gone they both are for each other—and neither of them realizes it. like, sirius looks at the world through a keyhole shaped like remus. he thinks remus is the most beautiful, the funniest, the smartest person on the planet, and he’s convinced that only he truly understands remus’ nature. to him, remus is distant, a little too reserved sometimes, and he has no idea that remus walks around every day with an arrow through his heart, staring at sirius and giggling into his pillow at night.

and remus? he looks at the world through a keyhole shaped like sirius. to him, sirius is this celestial being with an overwhelming, magnetic spirit that’s impossible to resist. he thinks sirius is too nonchalant, too effortlessly charming with everyone—not knowing that sirius, if you looked closely, literally has heart eyes and is trying every single day to impress remus and keep his attention

i mean. they’re both head over heels. they don’t care about anything else. and they’re both stupidly convinced it would take some kind of divine miracle for the other to notice them (all of their friends are banging their heads against the wall because these two idiots clearly only have eyes for each other but are also blind as bats).

I also just want to say that BRTC reached 1k hits the other day, and is only a few kudos off from 100, and i’m absolutely mind-blown that my little trans disabled Remus fic has been looked at that many times and paid a little compliment by that many individual people. I really had no expectations for this fic when I posted it. I had hopes, of course, but I didn’t expect anything to come from it, so having it get this much love is absolutely incredible. Thank you so much to everyone who’s shown interest, checked it out, given it kudos, and commented 💛💛💛

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working on secret fics is So Hard omg i’ve written so many things im sooo proud of and want to share!!! 😭