#(I usually don’t like posting multi-chapter stories when I haven’t written out all the chapters)
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Tommy sighs, and some of his anger is blown out through his nose and into the salty breeze. He’s quiet for about a minute before he says, “Do you want me to go in with you?”
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Ghostbur stares at the list, and then looks up. He can see structures at the end of the path, behind some leafy trees. Wooden structures. Houses. A little village.
Ghostbur doesn't visit many villages—he doesn't remember any from Alivebur, either—mostly because they tend to be far away from the main parts of a server, and it takes a while to get to them.
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Even so, Tommy’s heart pulses in his head, and his feathers are raised all over him, and he feels cold instead of hot even though his hair feels sticky.
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When Philza saw Ghostbur for the first time, he gasped.
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Wilbur wonders if Techno ever feels like this, around Tommy. This warm bursting inside his chest, like his heart is expanding past his ribs and slowly tearing through his skin. This explosion in slow-motion, a cacophony of colors and heatwaves and emotions, collecting in a storm cloud inside Wilbur’s brain. This feeling that’s so loud, and yet so quiet at the same time.
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Wilbur loves her.
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Tommy exhales softly. "Why aren't you saying much? You're all closed-off and stuff. That's bad, y'know. It represses trauma and locks up all your thoughts with a teeny tiny key and throws it out the window. Stuff like that." He waits. "Puffy says that's bad for you. Did she tell you that? About repressing things? Wil?"
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Tommy presses his lips together. “Hey, if you- if you’re tired or anything, we can sit down. We don’t have to keep walking if you’re feeling bad.”
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He wonders now, as he holds a tiny glass in both hands, walking from the kitchen to the den. It's the smallest glass he owns, he's sure; he'd spent way too much time looking for it earlier, opening cupboards and peering behind dishes and even checking underneath the sink. It's the only glass that'll fit the contents made for it—which, of course, is a flower. A very small, very tattered, very weak blue flower, all but one petal torn off.
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Techno flicks his eyes to Ghostbur’s face, watching the ghost’s nostrils flare gently every time he breathes. Blanket covered chest rising up and down. Ghostbur doesn’t look like he’s in pain. That’s good.
Even so, Techno drops one hand from his chin and lets one elbow slide off his knee, reaching his arm forwards in order to lay his palm across Ghostbur’s forehead. A bit cold.
#THE SECOND ONE IS FOR THE RESTLESS REVERIES MULTI-CHAPTER THING!!!!!!!!#GOSH I WANT TO START WORKING ON THAT ONE AGAIN#I’ve actually been thinking—the reason I haven’t posted the Restless Reveries thing is because I wanted to work on a lot more chapters befor#before I actually put it up#(I usually don’t like posting multi-chapter stories when I haven’t written out all the chapters)#but I might actually make it a SERIES instead of a single long story#that way all the fics can still be connected but I won’t have to wait much longer until I post :D#because I really do wanna post what I’ve written for it :’(#ANYWAY#ooooh the Phil and Ghostbur one I’m excited about that#hopefully I’ll finish it alshakvsksgsjs#I like how all the words sound in that next one! explosion in slow motion especially… just sounds neat to my ears :D#OOOOH#OH THE ROMANTIC FIC#OH THAT HAS BEEN STRANGE TO WRITE#HAHA#WILBUR IS IN LOVEEEEEEEEE HE IS SO DESPERATELY IN LOVE AND HE’S ALSO NOT VERY OKAY#and he’s taking care of a literal baby so that is Also A Thing alsgakgsksgs#it’s been fun though!!#last two are from a Techno-centric fic I’m writing!!#I NEVER HEKKIN WRITE ABOUT TECHNO#HE IS QUITE DIFFICULT FOR ME TO WRITE#BUT I STILL WANT TO!!! it’s been really interesting so far :0#and also Ghostbur is not doing well :’( but Techno’s watching out for him and Ghostbur will get better :)#ask#ask game answers#Pinestripe tag#story snippet
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8, 22? :)
Thank you so much for sending this ask, I've always wanted to do one of these!!
8. What projects are you currently working on?
Long fics! (mostly) Which ultimately means I’m doing a lot of writing and not a lot of posting. I’ve never posted long fics before and I’m discovering that—because I’m trying to aim for certain places in a story—I need to have a strong foundation in my opening chapters. So I’m reworking them and revising them (hopefully not to death) every time I build another chapter. My two main long fics are:
a) Foxiyo political intrigue! I fell into Foxiyo on tumblr by accident (the way most of us have) and was so in love with them and came up with all these fluffy scenes between them that made me want to try my hand at a multi-chapter fic. Except I had no plot.
e.g. Me: They’re hiding in a supply closet and overhear critical info! The ambiance! Such atmosphere!
Also me: What info, Souls??? How did they get there? How can you describe people plotting against them if you don’t have any plot???
…And in the process of finding any plot, I ended up coming up with a LOT of plot. But I really really like it so far and I’m really proud of the world building that I’ve done on the Coruscant political scene and imagining how Riyo and Fox each exist in that world and how they need support (and find it in each other). I’m hoping to start posting this fall/winter.
b) Maul redemption arc via Force Quest(TM) with Ahsoka. I have no chapters written but an entire outline composed of many staple fleshed out scenes, overall plot/character arcs, and main themes. This started as a casual musing of “what would cause Maul to turn to the Light?” that has ended up tackling the big questions about what makes people do evil acts--and when does that cross the line into them becoming evil people, whether people deserve forgiveness, is the world inherently uncaring, covered with loads of my own interpretations of the Light and Dark sides of the Force.
In the meantime, I miss actually posting, so I have a thranto short-fic of loosely related one-shots tied together (the thranto brain rot is so real) that I’m trying to fit in to my writing time, and also the vibes for Battle Scars just refuse to let up and I have a 3rd chapter idea that’s starting to take shape.
I have two other WIP ideas with enough of the plot/narrative sketched out that I haven’t let them go yet, but based on how long it takes for me to write content for the projects above that I really care about, I’m not sure I’ll ever get to them. (but if anybody goes rabid over them posted here I’ll consider them more closely). They are:
a) Codywan Pride and Prejudice AU. It would be a parody vibe and I would be trying to practice writing humor but I watched P&P this summer and I think my idea of execution is solid.
b) Rexsoka Modern-day Road Trip AU. I actually really love this one and if I come back to Rexsoka, I would love to do this. Anakin wants to do the Great American Road Trip for his bachelor party; themes include coming of age, you can never go home but maybe that’s not as bad as it sounds, and found family.
22. Do you know how your fic will end before you start writing?
If you define writing as “opening a file and starting to create a chapter that will eventually make it to AO3”, then, for the most part, yes (Battle Scars being the glaring exception). The details of that ending are vague, but if I were to give a summary of the entire work, I can tell you the sentence that describes the ending before I decide to start writing. In fact, it’s usually the realization that I have enough plot/character points for a full story that incentivizes me to finally start writing “Chapter One”.
That said, at least 75% of my “writing time” is a Notes file with my story ideas and completely informal scene sketches. Even for my two “probably never write this” ideas above, I have Notes files several pages long outlining the plot points, random scene details, story ambiance, and even some dialogue for key scenes that I didn’t want to forget. And I seriously will probably never find time to write them.
Thanks again for asking and I would honestly love to ask these same questions back to you!
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Foxtail & Wolfsbane 32
Summary: Your lifelong obsession to hunt down the Nine-Tailed Fox has not gone as expected, and seventeen years later, you find yourself coming back to the place where it all started: Hogwarts. However, with Sirius Black’s escape from Azkaban and Headmaster Dumbledore’s hire of a certain Professor R. J. Lupin, you suddenly find yourself intertwined in the fates of those with whom you thought you had parted ways with long ago.
[Multi-Post Story] [Rowan Scamander x Reader] [Remus Lupin x Reader] [Young Sirius Black x Reader] [Tristan Graves x Reader] [Severus Snape x Reader] *Note: Rowan Scamander, Tristan Graves, Susana Holmes, Cas Carneirus, Henrietta Weiss, and Thomas Picquery are OC characters.
[Warning: Story Contains Explicit Smut.] [Warning: Rough Sex.] [Warning: Possessiveness.] [Warning: Degradation.] [Warning: Humiliation.] [Warning: Nonconsent.]
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Knock, knock.
Remus groaned softly. It was the night after the full moon and he felt like a wreck. Assuming it was either Sirius or Tonks at his door, he pulled on his bath robe loosely and shuffled to the door. Yawning, he opened it – only to find your mother standing there.
On the night of the attack, Remus had slipped your mother an emergency piece of parchment that bore Grimmauld Place’s address, written by Dumbledore, the Secret-Keeper. Your mother and brother, though terrified out of their wits, had been able to keep their heads together long enough to make it to Grimmauld Place. Upon arriving, they had yet another fright when Sirius Black, known as a mass-murderer and fugitive even in the Muggle world, opened the door for them.
Thankfully, Professor McGonagall and Madam Pomfrey had arrived and were able to set the records straight. Madam Pomfrey administered very small quantities of Dreamless Sleep Potion and Calming Draughts for them. McGonagall suggested that they stay at Grimmauld Place for the time being, until the Order could ensure that they would not be targeted once they returned to their usual lives.
As such, your mother and brother had stayed at Grimmauld Place for a spell. Only a few days ago, your brother had returned to college, though only after making Remus promise him that he’d explain everything about werewolves someday. (“You were scary as hell, but you were also really cool,” your brother insisted, and Remus had blushed and muttered something incoherent.) However, your mother still remained at Grimmauld Place, waiting for Dumbledore to return and give her the “all clear”.
Remus avoided your mother. He was horrified that she knew he was a werewolf. She was probably disgusted knowing that Remus had allowed himself to date you, when he was a dangerous beast.
Only now, here she was, standing right in front of him. Remus hastily snapped his mouth shut, yanked his robe tighter around himself, and tried to re-do the knot on the robe tie more tightly.
Your mother chose to ignore the sudden flurry of activity going on before her. Instead, she said, “So, it was you. The man my daughter brought home… is also a werewolf.”
Remus gave up on tightening his robe and instead stared at her, a bit gauntly.
She pressed, “I’m right, aren’t I?”
“Yes…” Remus murmured. “I can’t deny that that’s true.” He bowed his head. “I’m sorry.”
“Does my daughter know what you are?”
Remus slowly shook his head.
“Where is she now?”
“I don’t know. I haven’t seen her for some time now.”
“So, I take it that the two of you have separated?”
“Yes. We decided that… that would be best.”
Your mother gave Remus a hard look. But she merely said, “I see.”
Remus wished he could meet your mother’s eyes, but he shamefully stared at the floor at her feet.
“And your wounds?” she asked. “How are they? Are you healing well?”
Remus nodded, still so burdened with shame that he couldn’t lift his head.
Your mother, who had always hated signs of weakness, snapped at him. “If you’re well, then lift your head up, boy. There’s no point groveling before me.”
Remus winced. He slowly lifted his head.
“Now,” she said decidedly, “I’m relieved to hear that you aren’t with my daughter anymore. The two of you were all wrong for each other. You’re too meek, and she’s incredibly self-centered. Look at her, just running off however she pleases and never sending word home about whether she’s even alive or not.”
Remus paused. “Well, if – if she wrote to say she was alive, wouldn’t that be redundant?”
Your mother shot Remus a sharp glare. He shut up instantly.
She continued, in a somewhat stiff voice, “However, I recognize that you treated her well. And the other night, you risked your life to save my son and me. I don’t know exactly what kind of hell you had to go through afterwards, but I’m aware that it nearly cost you your life. Thank you, Remus. Thank you for saving my son.”
Remus blinked.
“Now, I realize that these things go far beyond money, and I could never hope to repay you for the kindness you’ve shown us, but…” Your mother, with trembling hands, slowly raised her hands, and Remus saw a handful of crumpled-up, obviously saved up dollar-by-dollar, Muggle bills.
Remus turned bright pink. “No, I couldn’t!”
“You must,” she insisted. “There’s nothing else I can do for you. I’m not magical. I can’t heal you. But I know you can exchange Muggle money for wizarding money. So, please, take it.”
“I really can’t take this,” Remus protested, shoving the money back at her.
Your mother held the money out again. “If you don’t, I won’t be able to sleep at night! Please! Take it.”
More than anything, Remus wanted to keep protesting until she gave up. But Remus understood deeply the meaning of dignity that your mother so intensely exemplified. In a humble, tired voice, he whispered, “Thank you very much.”
“You take that and you get better, you hear me?” she said sternly.
Remus nodded. “Yes, I will.”
“Good. Now I’ll be off,” your mother grumbled. “I need to get some sleep. And, judging by the dark bags under your eyes, you should sleep as well.”
“Sure,” Remus replied softly. “I’ll do that.”
* * * * * * * * * *
Rowan, despite falling asleep after you, woke up before you. Half-asleep, he gently fumbled around. His hands slipped tiredly through your hair and then up and down your body. He let out a sleepy sigh of relief when he recognized that you were yourself again – without fox ears and at a regular body temperature again. You continued sleeping, exhausted from taking your own body and soul back from a quickly strengthening Nine-Tailed Fox.
It was only when you heard Rowan come out of the shower and close the bathroom door behind him, that you woke up.
You tiredly lifted your head. “Why’re you up already?”
“Because you snore, sleepyhead,” Rowan said. After pulling on some clothes, including a jumper, Rowan playfully tossed his towel at you.
With a groan, you threw his towel back at him and then sank back under the covers.
Rowan sat down on the bed. Reaching over, he pulled you out from under the covers.
“Don’t you dare go back to sleep,” he warned you.
You sighed and let him pull you into his arms. Yawning, you asked, “Did you sleep well?”
“Yeah. How about you?”
You rolled over into Rowan’s lap. Lifting the hem of his jumper, you scooted your way up his jumper. You barely managed to push your head through the hole of the jumper.
Smiling up at him, you replied, “Never better.”
Rowan gave you a most skeptical look. “You did this on the train, too. Did you grow up at all?”
“Did I do this back then?” you wondered, cocking your head to the side.
“Yes.”
“Ah. Sorry.” You made to slip back out, when Rowan caught you in a hug, wrapping the jumper arms around you, and he kissed you on the forehead.
“Hm?” You looked up at him, wondering what it was he wanted from you.
“You said all sorts of sweet things to me last night,” Rowan reminded you. Instead of sounding pleased or sweet, he sounded accusing.
“Did I?” you wondered aloud.
Rowan frowned. “Now you’re going to say that you don’t remember? Merlin, you are a sly nymph.”
You frowned back, trying to remember. You shook your head at him. “Dunno. But really, can you blame me? The way you make love to me is - ”
“Is what?” Rowan lifted his eyebrow at you. “I dare you to finish that sentence. Go on. Say it.”
You opted to instead sidle out of Rowan’s jumper.
Rowan reached over and poked you hard in the side.
You tried to shift away, back to your side of the bed, but Rowan grabbed you and dragged you back to him. “C’mon, say it. How do I make love to you? Do I get you all wet in your little pussy, hm? Do I make you moan all pretty when you’re cumming on my cock, you little slut?”
You flushed. But you responded bravely, “I thought we established that you’re the slut, Rowan Jacob Scamander.”
“Well, sure,” Rowan agreed. “But then, you can’t think ill of me for doing this, all right?” Anchoring you against his chest and in his lap, Rowan reached down and slipped his hand down the front of your pajama pants.
You squirmed when you felt his fingers push at your pussy through your panties.
“It wasn’t just last night that you said cute things, you know,” Rowan told you, as he began to massage your pussy with his fingers. “Guess what I found this morning?”
“W-What?” you huffed out.
“I found your letters,” Rowan pressed his arm against you so that you couldn’t squirm away from me, while still keeping his hand cupping your pussy. With his other hand, he managed to fish out a couple of letters from his pocket.
“Let’s see…” He unfolded the letter with one hand and read aloud, “Dear Rowan, If my handwriting seems more circular, don’t worry, it’s not an imposter. It’s still me. It’s just because I’m not writing with a quill…”
“Gah, stop. I don’t want to hear this rubbish. Besides,” you said, grabbing his wrist and tugging at it, “you have to finish what you started. Keep touching me, Rowan.”
Clearly savoring this moment of embarrassing you Rowan merely lazily stroked your pussy while he continued reading in a pompous voice, “I hope you’re finding all your creatures. But just know that I’ll find the Nine-Tailed Fox first.” With a smirk, he leaned forward and nuzzled the top of your head with his chin. “And you certainly did.”
You let out a soft growl and sank down lower, avoiding him.
But Rowan wouldn’t let you go that easily. He used his thighs to squeeze your sides, making you gasp and keeping you in place as he unfolded another letter. He started to slip his fingers lower and lower, running his fingers down your clit and towards your pussyhole, as he read aloud a new letter. “Dear Rowan, I wonder how you’re doing. I wonder if a chimera’s gobbled you up yet. If that’s not the case, then I wonder if my letters aren’t getting to you. I never did properly write down your address and I’m using Muggle post to send this. I wish I had an owl.”
“Will you – nngh – stop it, you bully?” you huffed out indignantly.
“Shush,” Rowan said to you, “my parents are back in the house.”
Your eyes widened and you hurriedly clamped your lips shut. Still, you couldn’t help but let out tight little noises as Rowan started to finger you more and more roughly, all but pushing your panties into your pussyhole.
“Ah – hah – nngh…!”
“All right,” Rowan said airily, as if he wasn’t making a mess of you right between your sweet thighs in that moment, “the next letter - ”
Having had more than enough, you smacked Rowan’s arm. The letter slipped out of his hand before he could open it.
Rowan chuckled. “What’s the matter? I’m only reading what you wrote me.”
“You’re seriously such a – ah!” You gasped as Rowan chose that moment to push aside your panties and push his finger inside of your pussyhole.
“Sh!” Rowan hurriedly used his now free hand to cover your mouth. “Quiet down,” he scolded you, all the while sliding in a second finger while he still had his finger buried inside of your tight cunt.
“Mm-mm-mm!” you moaned out, with your voice all muffled.
“I think this is more embarrassing for you,” Rowan whispered into your ear. “Can’t even take two fingers.” As he spoke, he started to roughly pump his fingers back and forth, in and out of you.
“Nngh – R-Rowan,” you choked out. Your thighs were trembling, but you managed to drag them apart a bit further, inviting Rowan to fuck you harder with his fingers. “More,” you pleaded. “Deeper, please.”
“God, I spoil you,” Rowan murmured, as he sloppily and roughly pushed his fingers inside of you, complying with your request to finger-fuck you harder.
“Ah…” you moaned into his hand. “Yes… Uhn…”
“Let me ask you something,” Rowan whispered, “in return for how good I’m making you feel.”
You groaned, half because of how deep he was pushing his fingers inside of you and half because you wanted him to keep quiet. If he asked you questions now, you knew you’d just blurt out the truth, and it might be embarrassing for you.
“C-Can’t you wait?” you asked him.
Rowan snorted. “Of course I can wait, but why should I? I’m a very impatient man. I’m sure you’ve realized that by now.”
Rowan sank his fingers inside of you, right down to his knuckles. A harsh puff of air escaped your lips as you tried your best to keep from moaning.
Oh, Merlin, you whispered in your head, only a few more thrusts like that and he’ll have me cumming…
Rowan did exactly that. And right when he had your thighs shaking, Rowan questioned, “When you oh-so-innocently wondered if a chimera had eaten me up, were you being passive-aggressive about the fact that I hadn’t written you back?”
You bit down on your lower lip, trying to give yourself a moment to think before you replied, only to find that your mind was already all abuzz and thoughtless, all swallowed up already by the fact that Rowan’s handsome fingers were slipping in and out of your now wet pussy, all sloppy and warm…
“Hah…” you breathed out, “God, yes, it feels so good. Ah, Rowan… Keep going, I wanna – wanna cum for you…”
Rowan sweetly kissed your neck, loving how you were melting into his lap and how you were gently tossing your head back and forth against his chest, but he nonetheless made a point by pushing his fingers in extra roughly and demanding, “Answer me, you sly little fox.”
“I don’t – I don’t – ah,” you breathed out. Your pussy was getting tighter and tighter. You were right on the edge of cumming, and that wonderful and intense sensation of coiling up began to appear in your tummy. Your toes started to curl up under the covers.
“Mmmm…!” you began to moan outright.
Rowan suddenly stilled his hand. In a harsh whisper, he spoke meanly, “I won’t let you cum until you answer.”
“No!” you gasped. You tried furiously to sink down onto his hand, to fuck yourself on his fingers. You squirmed your hips, searching for that sweet feeling of being full in your thumping, wanting cunt – but Rowan wasn’t there anymore.
“Ah, ah,” Rowan said, tsking at you. “Answer me first, love.”
“No…” you moaned out. Because that tight feeling in your tummy had suddenly stopped cresting. Now, you could immediately feel it fading away, leaving you with a tightness that promised nothing.
“Rowan!” you cried out in exasperation. “Why’d you pull away from me? I was so close!”
“Oh, were you, baby?” Rowan said in a mock-cute voice. He reached down and grabbed your face roughly in his hand. “Were you close, sweetheart?”
You glared up at him furiously.
Just then, however, you heard footsteps coming up towards the room. Your eyes widened.
A soft knock sounded out and then Tina’s voice came floating through the door, “Rowan, dear, if the two of you are up, please come down. We need to talk.”
You immediately made to leap out of bed, but Rowan kept his grasp on your face. Smirking at you, he squeezed your cheeks while he replied airily, “Sure thing, Mum. We’ll be right now.”
Tina walked away from the door and back down the steps.
Still glaring at him, you said grouchily, “Fine, I’ll answer you.”
Rowan lifted his eyebrow at you.
You stated firmly, “My answer was that I really and truly wanted you to be eaten by a chimera. Happy now?”
Rowan laughed. He let you go and he fell back easily on the bed. “That was all your fault, love,” he told you, grinning. “If you’d only answered me without a fuss, I’d have let you cum on my hand.” He drew his hand up to his mouth and he sucked on his fingers. “Mm, kind-of a shame, huh?”
You scowled at him. “I don’t like you very much, Rowan Scamander. In fact, I don’t like you at all.”
Rowan grinned. “Glad you’ve returned to your normal self. Now, go find another jumper to invade so we can go down and meet my parents.”
* * * * * * * * * *
When you and Rowan came down for breakfast, you were greeted by the awe-inspiring sight of a phoenix Patronus flapping its wings in the air, as it stayed aloft in the kitchen and addressed Newt, Tina, Jacob, and Queenie, who were all standing before it.
“Understood,” Newt was saying.
The phoenix nodded and then disappeared in a glowing, levitating ball of blue flame.
“Dad?” Rowan called. “What was that?”
Tina and Newt looked at each other. Newt nervously touched the back of his hair.
“Well, you better come down and drink some tea first,” Tina said.
You and Rowan traded uneasy glances. You both followed Tina’s suggestions and came down the steps and sat at the table first.
Once everyone was sitting around the table and the tea had been poured out, Tina asked, “Now, I understand that you can’t speak much about it, but would I be right in saying that the two of you have been – well – out-of-the-loop of this world’s events for the past two years?”
You and Rowan nodded.
“Very well.” Tina sighed. “Well, things have taken a drastic turn here, in this world, while you were gone.”
“What do you mean?” Rowan asked.
Newt fidgeted uneasily in his chair.
Tina’s expression became most grim, as she announced, “He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named has returned.”
Your eyes widened in shock. In a hoarse voice, you whisper-shouted, “What!?”
“That can’t be possible,” Rowan said instantly. “He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named was killed thirteen years ago.”
“Voldemort,” Newt said quietly, almost speaking to himself. “We should call him Voldemort. Fear of a name causes fear of a thing itself. That’s what Dumbledore said.”
Tina looked over at her husband. Her eyes glimmered as she confessed, “I am afraid, Newt.”
“But we saw the daily newspapers on our way here,” Rowan said. “We didn’t see any articles about Voldemort. If he’s back, wouldn’t the news be dominated with stories of his return?”
You nodded vigorously.
Newt sighed heavily, as he answered, “No. The British Ministry of Magic has decided to deny the return of Voldemort and they are leaning heavily on MCUSA to remain silent as well. There has been great resistance, mostly from your mother and from Tristan, but MCUSA has asked for more time to deliberate. Only, it’s been months now…” He looked over at Tina.
Tina explained, “We fear the Death Eaters have a grip on MCUSA at the moment.”
“Like Theodore Fontaine…” you murmured, as you remembered the Death Eater that had tried to Imperius Susana into capturing you for the Dark Lord.
Tina nodded. “Yes, we are aware that the Fontaine family had allies in MCUSA, both before and after Susana tracked him down. Tristan, Cas, and Susana are spending all of their time trying to track down the remaining Death Eaters, but it’s proven to be a tricky task, as they can’t challenge anyone openly.”
“When did this all happen?” Rowan asked. “I mean, when did Voldemort return?”
“A few months ago,” Newt explained. “It happened during the TriWizard Tournament.”
“The what?” you wondered.
“Hogwarts hosted an inter-school competition called the TriWizard Tournament. The last task was to go through a maze and touch the Championship Cup. It was all rigged, though…” Newt informed you. “The point of the entire Tournament was actually to get Harry Potter to Voldemort.”
Rowan frowned, not quite understanding. “How is a Tournament between magical schools of any use to Voldemort?”
Newt ran his hand through his hair tiredly, as he added, by way of explanation, “Voldemort used the Cup as a Portkey, you see. He had one of his Death Eaters set it up for him. As soon as Harry touched the Cup, it sent him straight to Voldemort.”
“Harry’s all right, though?” you blurted out. “He’s alive, isn’t he?”
“Yes,” Newt assured you. “He’s alive.”
“Thank Merlin,” you whispered.
“And Voldemort… Since he was the one behind it all, does that mean that he was alive this entire time? In other words, never died?” Rowan wondered, trying to make sense of this horrific revelation.
“We don’t know,” Tina replied. “What is clear, however, is that he has returned.” Despite the fear shining plainly in her eyes, her voice was steadfast. It was clear that she had already decided to resist. In this moment, you recognized Tina again as the stern, powerful woman who was the Head of the Aurors, the woman who had advocated on your behalf and had allowed you to stay with Tristan instead of being locked up in MCUSA prison.
Queenie, who had been quiet this entire time, spoke in a terrified voice, “Things have been – been getting dark again.”
Jacob pulled her into his arms. “It’s all right. It’s not him, sweetie. It’s someone else. And you’re safe now. You’re with me, aren’t you?”
Queenie buried her face in Jacob’s neck. Jacob rubbed her shoulder soothingly.
“And what about Sirius Black?” you wondered aloud. “Has he been captured yet?”
Tina answered, “No, he’s still out there. Although - ”
In disbelief, Rowan interrupted, “Mum, how can that be true? How could he have escaped and remained on the run this entire time?”
The Grim. Remus. Remus! You suddenly leapt to your feet. “That reminds me! I’m so sorry. But I have to go.”
“Wait!” Tina called out.
You had already raced out of the dining room and into the entranceway.
Rowan immediately made to go after you, when Queenie reached over and grabbed his arm.
Meanwhile, hastily pulling on your cloak, you opened the door, all the while shouting, “I’m so sorry, but thank you! It was a lovely stay, just lovely! And Rowan – I’ll write you!”
You ran out of the front door and started to slam the door shut behind you when someone grabbed your arm.
You turned to see – “Rowan,” you said hurriedly, “you should stay here with your family. And when you’re ready, you can go back and see your creatures - ”
“No. I’m coming with you.”
Worried, you bit your lower lip. “Is that all right? I feel like you’re giving up too much just to stay with me.”
Rowan’s eyes were steely as he looked directly at you. “But it’s what it takes to be with you. You wouldn’t stay here with me if I asked, right?”
Unable to lie to him, you shook your head.
“Then, I have to go with you. It’s simple.” Rowan reached down and took his hand in yours. “Let’s go. Let’s go hunt down Sirius Black, once and for all.”
* * * * * * * * * *
As soon as you and Rowan arrived back in England, a light bulb went off in both your faces.
You blinked. What the - ?
“Topper, I thought we spoke about this,” Rowan said wearily. “Friends don’t ambush friends.”
“Yeah, but can you blame me? I’m a journalist, you’re a celebrity.” A young man, holding an old-fashioned camera and wearing a newspaper boy cap, grinned toothily at Rowan. “First sighting of Rowan Scamander in two years – and with a woman, at that! This’ll make me a fortune.”
“Congratulations,” Rowan reply wryly. “How’d you know I’d be here, anyways?”
“Your dad told me.”
Rowan sighed. “Dad’s always been too trusting of you.”
“True, true,” Topper agreed easily. “He forgets I’m a journalist now. I was just a newspaper boy when I met him.”
“Anyhow,” Rowan said, “could you please do me a favor and at least keep her - ” he indicated you “ – out of the news?”
“No can do,” Topper answered. “She’ll account for half the pay.”
Rowan frowned. “What’s gotten into you? Why the need for all this money?”
Topper laughed. “You’re the only one who doesn’t need money, Scamander. But, since you’re a friend, I’ll tell you – I want to get married. I figure I need to save up some money before I can properly ask for her hand, y’know?”
“Well, that’s fine, but you can’t use a picture with her in it, Topper. I won’t have that,” Rowan said, and his voice became a tad more steely. He stepped towards Topper, who instantly shrank back.
“Rowan.” You hurriedly grabbed his arm, not wanting him to get angry with Topper, who was sure to report Rowan’s reaction to both his father and the entire Wizarding world.
Rowan looked down at you. “Don’t worry. I won’t let him release the photograph.” He turned to Topper and said, almost cruelly, “Will I now, Topper?”
“No, no,” you said quickly. “It’s fine. Don’t start anything, Rowan, please. Just let him release the photograph.”
“You’ll get hassled to no end for being seen with me,” Rowan told you. “This isn’t some abstract thing. It will affect you.”
“Well, but I don’t – I don’t mind being seen with you,” you said honestly. “I’ll be all right.”
It suddenly occurred to you that Topper had pulled out a journal and was scribbling down your conversation furiously.
Rowan noticed this, too. With an angry growl, he made to snatch at Topper’s notebook, but – crack! – Topper was gone – camera, notebook, stupid hat, and all.
“That bastard,” Rowan swore freely now that Topper was gone. “What was Dad thinking, letting Topper know I was on my way here? He probably thought Topper just meant to pay me a visit as a friend. Dad’s too damn trusting.”
You reached down and took Rowan’s hand. “Never mind Topper. It doesn’t matter what he prints. We have more important things to do.” With that, you pulled him away.
* * * * * * * * * *
You and Rowan quickly crossed over the Hogwarts grounds and marched your way all the up to the Headmaster’s office.
“Dumbledore!” you said loudly. The phoenix statue that masqueraded as Dumbledore’s office entryway had barely finished opening for you when you half-stepped and half-tripped into the room.
Dumbledore looked up at you. “Ah, our missing Professor.”
You paused.
“I must warn you that Professor McGonagall is quite irate with you, having turned tail and left your post without a letter of resignation.” Dumbledore’s mouth twitched, however, as he continued, with a glimmer in his eye, “Although, perhaps in this situation, the phrase ‘turned tails’ is more appropriate.”
“Er…” Finding your fire suddenly extinguished by a tidal wave of guilt, you said sheepishly, “My deepest apologies, Headmaster.”
Rowan said exasperatedly, “You never formally resigned from your post? Merlin!”
“Well, how was I supposed to know what would happen?” you shot back “One second we were going after Sirius Black and the next I was – I was in danger of losing my life to a fox! You were there! You should be the last one to judge me!”
Dumbledore cleared his throat tactfully.
“Oh, right,” you remembered. Abruptly turning back to Dumbledore, you said, “Headmaster, is it true that Sirius Black is still on the run?”
To your frustration, Dumbledore gave you a long look, as though he were thinking through a complicated answer, before he nodded slightly.
“What?” you said in disbelief. “It’s true? How can that be? How can even you not know where he is?”
“I did not say that I was unaware of his whereabouts,” Dumbledore replied. “I merely stated that he is still on the run.”
You frowned at him.
Beside you, Rowan stepped closer to Dumbledore. “Headmaster? What do you mean by that?”
Dumbledore’s bright blue eyes swept over Rowan’s face for a moment, before he answered, “Sirius Black is innocent.”
Your mouth dropped open.
Dumbledore proceeded to tell both you and Rowan the true story – of how Peter Pettigrew had betrayed the Potters and then set Sirius Black up to look like the traitor.
“My God,” you said, awestruck.
“Does that mean you’re now helping to hide Black, then?” Rowan wondered. “I mean, if he’s still loyal to you - ”
“Yes, he is a member of the Order of the Phoenix,” Dumbledore answered. “As are your wonderful parents, of course.”
The slightest grimace appeared on Rowan’s face, but he only nodded.
“Headmaster,” you interjected then, “where is Professor Lupin?”
“Remus Lupin is no longer a Professor at Hogwarts.”
“What?”
“He left when you did.”
“Why did he leave? He was the best professor here.”
“It would be best if you asked him yourself,” Dumbledore replied. “However, I will tell you that he was integral to keeping Sirius Black alive and out of the Ministry’s hands, and that role cost him severely.”
“He helped Black to escape?” Rowan clarified.
Dumbledore nodded.
“But then – that means Remus and Sirius are friends again…” you realized. You felt as though a rock had dropped in your stomach. If Sirius is the Grim, and Remus is his friend again, then is Sirius using Remus every month again? Is he putting Remus through that tortuous process of helping him get through his terrifying Grim transformations?
“Headmaster,” you said grimly, “I think I know the answer to this already. But, I have to confirm: Is Remus currently staying with Sirius?”
“Yes. He is.”
* * * * * * * * * *
When Dumbledore stated that he could not give you the address to where Remus was unless you joined the Order of the Phoenix, you joined on the spot.
Rowan was much more cautious. He gave you a skeptical look and questioned, “Don’t you think this requires more thought?”
You merely shrugged.
Rowan sighed. He asked if he could be an ally, rather than a member, and still go to Grimmauld Place with you. Dumbledore agreed; in fact, he did not seem at all surprised by Rowan’s wariness.
Then, the two of you were off – except you had to make one stop, one very important stop, along the way.
* * * * * * * * * *
“Ow! Art!” you gasped as Artemis furiously bit and scratched at your hands.
Artemis was furious with you. You had left her behind for two long years – and what was more, Artemis could sense that you’d gone to the spiritual realm without her. She was beyond hurt, and she was now putting in all of her efforts to express her hurt.
She chomped on your fingers – “Mother of - !” you cried out, and you let her go.
Artemis fell lithely to the ground, where she snapped at your ankles angrily before streaking away to hide under Hagrid’s sofa.
Meanwhile, Rowan and Hagrid were sitting at Hagrid’s table, chatting over a nice cup of tea as they watched the entertainment before them – namely, you running after your fox all over Hagrid’s cabin.
Rowan got along quite well with Hagrid. In their own way, they were both gentle giants and they had a wonderful affinity with all creatures that came not just from their curiosity, but from a genuine connection with each individual creature.
Fang, Hagrid’s dog, tromped over to Rowan and laid his big head on Rowan’s lap. Rowan was now lazily scratching Fang behind his ears and watching with a most amused smirk as you, now huffing and puffing, crouched down in front of the sofa and made to pull Artemis out.
“Get out of there!” you shouted. “You don’t even fit under there anymore!”
Artemis let out an indignant bark, as if to reply that you were wrong because she was under there.
You managed to grab Artemis’ tail and started to drag her out. Artemis growled and tried to dig her claws into the floor. A loud screeeeechhh sounded out as you yanked Artemis out.
Fang suddenly lifted his head and barked, horrified by the sound. Rowan quickly clapped his hands over Fang’s ears to spare him.
When Artemis came out, she looked like a ghost.
You wrinkled your nose. “Merlin, Hagrid, you need to sweep under your sofa once in a while.”
Hagrid coughed, embarrassed.
Artemis started to bark at you – but then – she sneezed. “Achoo!” Startling herself, she tripped backwards and fell onto her behind.
You took the opportunity to grab this quite sizeable fox and shove her into a huge bag you’d borrowed from Hagrid.
Immediately, protesting yowls ensued.
“What – You don’t want to come with me, then?” you asked Artemis loudly.
Artemis went quiet, but then, a soft, sad whimper sounded out.
Feeling that you were on the brink of animal cruelty, with a sigh, you knelt down and opened the bag and gently deposited Artemis back onto the floor.
“Listen, Art,” you said, “I’m sorry. I didn’t want to leave you. But it was an urgent situation and I didn’t know what was going to happen. I knew that you’d be safer and happier with Hagrid.”
Artemis still wouldn’t look at you.
“Fine,” you said softly. “You don’t have to come. I understand. I’d be mad, too.” You got up off of the floor.
“Sorry about all this, Hagrid,” you apologized.
“Don’ apologize,” he said gruffly. “And don’ feel too bad, either. She jus’ missed you lots, that’s all.”
“All right. Well, as much as I’d like to stay and win her back over, I have to be on my way. I’ll try to come back as soon as I can.”
You looked over at Rowan. He nodded and got up from the table. The two of you headed for the door when another, barely audile whimper sounded out.
You turned around. Artemis was still sitting on Hagrid’s floor. She hadn’t moved. But she was looking at you now.
“Want to come with me?” you offered again.
Artemis slowly got up.
You opened your arms.
Artemis cautiously came over to you. She sat in front of you and stared up at you.
When you reached down to pet her, she growled.
“You still haven’t forgiven me.”
Artemis blinked. You took that as an affirmation.
“But you want to come with me?”
As you spoke, you turned your hand over, so that your palm was up. Artemis lifted her paw and put it in your hand.
“Okay, then,” you said softly. “That’s good enough for me. Thanks, Art.”
You left Hagrid’s cabin. You could hear Artemis trotting a little ways after you, with her little bell, which you’d put on her all those years ago, ringing merrily.
Besides you, Rowan slung his arm around you and then kissed the top of your head. It was a very brief moment, as he let you go quickly, but you knew that he was glad for you, glad that Artemis had forgiven you, glad that Artemis had spared you the hurt and guilt of being rejected.
* * * * * * * * * *
Remus winced. His side felt tender. However, there was a strange sense of satisfaction because, for once, his body hurt not because of his werewolf transformation, but because he’d been in a scrap with two Death Eaters.
He and Tonks had been posted on guard near a Muggle neighborhood last night. They’d run into two Death Eaters, both of whom were leading a dementor over into the Muggle neighborhood.
Tonks managed to drive away the dementor, but as she did, Remus had to hold off both Death Eaters by himself. He managed to do so, but at once point, he barely step-sided one of their many curses. A purple jet of light brushed past his side, ripping open his shirt and causing him to bruise immediately. The jet of light crashed into the ground behind him, whereupon a mini explosion went off. Remus had leapt forward to avoid the impact. By that point, the Death Eaters, realizing that they had failed their mission, Apparated away.
Tonks came back to find Remus limping slightly towards her. “Remus! You’re hurt!”
“I’m fine,” Remus said, as lightly as he could.
“Are you? Merlin, it’s a miracle you’re still alive!” Tonks said. She came forward and put her arm gently around his waist. “Taking on both of those Death Eaters like that. You were bloody brilliant, Remus.”
As they stepped forward together, Tonks accidentally jostled Remus and he winced. Tonks craned her head to look down at him. Noticing his ripped shirt and bruise, she realized, “Oh, no, you were hurt. Of course you were. That looks bad.”
“It’s nothing,” Remus murmured, even though he was starting to feel quite a bit of pain. “A minor scrape.”
Tonks stared at his bruise. Slowly, her hair went from bubblegum pink to a slightly more fuchsia tone.
“Really, I’m all right,” Remus insisted, covering his side up with his hand. “Let’s just get back before Sirius decides to abandon post and come after us.”
“Right, give him any excuse to leave headquarters, and he will,” Tonks agreed. “C’mon, then.”
Remus and Tonks stumbled forward, trying to get far enough away from the Muggle neighborhood so that they could Apparate without being spotted.
As they went forward, Remus wondered, “Tell me. Is it just my vision going, or is your hair changing color, Nymphadora?”
Tonks flushed. Her hair suddenly went a vibrant red-pink.
“Are you hurt?” Remus asked, abruptly realizing he’d never asked her.
Tonks shook her head.
“Don’t hide it from me if you are. I’m putting a fair amount of weight on you. Maybe I shouldn’t.” Remus began to shift away from Tonks, when she tightened her hug around his waist.
“Don’t - ” Tonks began, but she stopped herself.
Remus paused. “Nymphadora?”
Tonks looked up at Remus. Although her cheeks were quite pink, matching her hair, her voice was firm as she said, “It’s probably not the time to say this, seeing as you’re hurt and all, but Remus, you’re quite fit, did y’know that?”
“Huh?” Remus said, sounding stupid and immediately hearing how stupid he sounded.
“Yeah,” Tonks replied earnestly. “I was just thinking – Wow, you’re a really good dueler. I can’t believe you went head-to-head with two Death Eaters, all on your own. And then you showed me your side, and obviously, I was thinking about how you were hurt. But then, I couldn’t help but notice how, all this time, you’ve been hiding under your baggy clothes - ”
“Shush, Nymphadora,” Remus said, almost begging her. “We’re out here, speaking nonsense, when we should be going home.”
Remus made to gently push Tonks forward, but she suddenly slipped out from his side. Stepping in front of Remus and putting both of her hands on his shoulders, Tonks looked him squarely in the face and wondered, “Are you blushing, too?”
“No,” Remus said quickly.
But it was too late.
“You are!” Tonks said, catching Remus red-handed in his lie. “Wow! Look how pink you are!”
Remus inhaled deeply. “That’s quite enough from you,” he said sternly. Reaching out, he put his hands on her shoulders and, making sure to hold onto Tonks tightly so he wouldn’t lose her or accidentally Splice her, Remus closed his eyes and turned, Apparating them both back to Grimmauld Place.
* * * * * * * * * *
You and Rowan stood before Grimmauld Place 11 and 13.
Softly, you recited what recalled what Dumbledore had told you: “The headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix is located in 12 Grimmauld Place.”
A second later, houses 11 and 13 seemed to part – and 12 Grimmauld Place appeared before your very eyes.
“Wow,” you remarked. “That’s quite something.”
“The Blacks were notorious for avoiding any interaction with Muggles,” Rowan said knowingly. “It’s ironic that that’s what makes this place the perfect hideout for the Order now.”
You stepped forward and knocked on the door.
It opened to reveal -
“Mrs. Weasley?” you said, surprised.
“My, it’s been a long time since I’ve seen you. Caught your fox yet?” Molly asked you kindly.
Just then, Artemis, who had finally agreed to go into the big sack when you reached London (as the terrible smoke all around the city did not agree with her), poked her head out of your bag.
Molly gasped. “Is that it?”
“No, no,” you said quickly. “This is just a regular fox.”
Artemis turned her head and looked up at you with an offended look.
“Hey, now, don’t be upset,” you said to her. “All I mean is that you’re non-magical.”
Artemis shook her head quickly at you, as if to say that you weren’t getting the point, and then she hid herself back inside the bag.
“Mrs. Weasley, I don’t mean to rush you, but I think it’s best if we all go in quickly,” Rowan said, stepping up from behind you.
Molly’s eyes widened. “Are you – Could you be Rowan Scamander?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Oh my goodness, you’re as good-looking as they say!”
You blushed for Rowan, but Rowan merely nodded and said, “Yes, well. We can debate that inside, I think.”
Molly hurriedly stood to the side, and you and Rowan stepped in.
“I’ve always been such a fan of your father’s work!” Molly said admiringly to Rowan. “Best textbook in the set! And the most affordable! Though of course I mean no disrespect to Bathilda Bagshot. Her History of Magic is well worth every penny, even if it is a bit expensive! Of course, I reckon you’ll be putting out a book of your own now soon, won’t you? Like father, like son – that’s what I’ve heard!”
You quickly went on ahead, barely even noticing the creepy house-elf heads hung up all along the hallway. Spotting a light up ahead, you hurried towards it.
Upon entering the lit room, you found yourself standing in a kitchen. About twenty feet from the door, there was a table, at which someone was sitting.
“Sirius Black.”
Sirius looked up over the newspaper that he was reading. “Fox girl?” he said, surprised. “Is that you?”
You put down the large bag you were carrying and Artemis immediately came out.
Sirius grinned. “That’s you, all right.” He held up the newspaper, which bore a photograph of you and Rowan, blinking and looking shell-shocked as the camera lights went off in your face. “Speak of the devil, I was just reading about you.”
Artemis sniffed the air. Then, her eyes widened. She turned her head towards Sirius – and then – zoom! – she ran straight to him.
“Whoa!” Sirius cried out, as Artemis nearly pushed his chair over in trying to jump into his lap.
“Oh, yeah, I remember you, too. You were a hassle to get,” Sirius said, laughing as he petted Artemis. She purred with happiness.
“Never mind Art for now!” you said loudly, raising your voice above Artemis’ happy whines. “Sirius Black – you have a lot to answer for!”
Sirius’ head swiveled around as he tried to look at you over the somewhat large fox now trying to make a home for herself in his lap.
“Well,” Sirius told you, rather sarcastically, “I don’t know if you’ve heard, but I’m innocent.”
“You still have a lot to answer for!” you pushed back. “Even if Peter was the guilty one, how could you break into Gryffindor Tower with a knife? Of course the whole world thought you were trying to kill Harry! Are you an idiot?”
“I wouldn’t have done it, but there was a strange spirit in the woods that had possessed me,” Sirius explained, defending himself. “Maybe you didn’t know, but there was an Obscurial in the Forbidden Forest at the same time that I was hiding out there. I ran into it and it took over me.”
As Sirius spoke, Rowan entered the kitchen. As he came in, Rowan said, “We did know. We were hunting for that Obscurial. But we weren’t successful.”
“I know,” Sirius said grimly. “Actually, your friends are here for that very reason.”
“Tristan is here?” Rowan asked.
Sirius nodded. “And the elderly lady and a young woman with reddish hair.”
“Susana and Cas.”
Sirius explained, “They were tracking Death Eaters in America and followed them here, to London, when they were suddenly attacked by the Obscurial. It looks like the Obscurial’s sided with Voldmort now. Given how much havoc the Obscurial is capable of wreaking, Dumbledore has asked Graves to prioritize going after the Obscurial. They left on a mission this afternoon. They should be back soon.”
Rowan was still for a moment. Finally, he said gruffly, “I know that Obscurial needs to be taken care of, but I hate thinking of Tristan, Susana, and Cas going after it. An Obscurial only grows more powerful over time – but even two years ago, it was already too strong for my liking.”
Realizing that Rowan was worried about his friends, you reached out and gently touched his shoulder.
Sirius, remembering how terrible he had felt when the Obscurial possessed him two years ago, shuddered. Artemis let out a low, comforting whine and licked his cheek. Sirius petted her head again as he recounted, “Yeah, that Obscurial was truly terrifying. I remember that it possessed me and made all of violent thoughts a hundred times worse. I tried to fight it off, but it was so strong. It tormented me… You see, I’d battled with myself between whether I wanted revenge or justice. The Obscurial kept pushing me towards revenge. I was trying to resist. I kept trying to think of Harry and Remus, but it was difficult. Sometimes, it was like I forgot who I was. I honestly thought I was going to go mad. After all those years in Azkaban, with the bloody dementors – and then to go mad only after I’d escaped…” He blew out a harsh breath. “Anyways, it was a close call, but I managed to survive. An old witch came and drove the Obscurial from my body - ”
You looked up at Rowan and mouthed, “Susana.” Rowan nodded back at you.
Sirius continued, “However, I was very weak after that, and the dementors had sensed the huge force of energy that the witch had used to drive away the Obscurial. I reckon that was how the dementors found me.”
You recalled the horrifying sight of a hundred dementors swarming the banks of the Great Lake, where Sirius and Harry had been lying, unconscious.
“I was lucky to survive that night,” Sirius finished. “Thanks to Harry and Hermione, mostly. And Remus - ”
Ah. Remus! As soon as you heard Sirius mention his name, you interrupted, “Yes, speaking of Remus, are you still using him?”
Sirius paused, confused. “What?”
“Are you still sharpening your claws on him?” you asked bluntly, almost rudely. You weren’t going to let Sirius deny the fact that he had cruelly used his best friend for his own benefit.
“What the hell are you talking about?” Sirius asked, equally blunt.
At that moment, two people came into the kitchen. One of them was a witch with bright fuchsia hair. She was helping along an obviously injured man – who was none other than Remus.
Your head whipped back and forth between Sirius and Remus. Remus is hurt. I knew it! As soon as I heard that Remus and Sirius were living together, I knew I’d find Remus hurt.
Sirius, all at once realizing what you were referring to, suddenly looked horrified. That look of horror solidified your worst fears – Sirius was hurting Remus again.
“YOU ABSOLUTE JERK!” You pounced, moving so fast that even Rowan didn’t manage to catch you in time. Artemis yowled as she went flying off of Sirius’ lap. Now, you clambered onto Sirius’ lap as you grabbed the front of his shirt and shook him furiously. “HOW DARE YOU? HOW LONG ARE YOU GOING TO KEEP HURTING HIM? YOU’RE A HORRIBLE EXCUSE FOR A HUMAN BEING!”
Rowan, who had caught Artemis in mid-air, put her down on the floor. Then, he went after you. Grabbing you by your arms, he yanked you off of Sirius.
“Hey!” Rowan shouted at you. “What the hell’s gotten into you? Calm down!”
“No, you don’t understand! Let me at him!” you yelled back, fighting against him.
Rowan suddenly trapped you in a bear hug, pinning down your arms.
“Calm down. Now,” Remus growled harshly into your ear. “You’re not yourself.”
Sirius, who was groaning as his head spun from being so violently shaken, doubled over in his chair for a moment.
Remus rushed over to him. “Sirius!”
“You don’t touch him!” you shouted. “Disgusting beast! Using him like that! How could you?”
Remus, who had stretched his hand out to Sirius, now stopped and turned to look at you. He wasn’t sure who you were talking to.
Does she know what I am? Remus thought, for the millionth time in his life. Yet, the fear that spread through his veins now was as palpable as the very first time he’d felt this fear.
“You… don’t want me near Sirius?” Remus murmured.
“Yes! Get away from him!”
“Why?” Remus asked you quietly.
“Because, Remus!”
“Because what?”
You stared at Remus. In your mind, you replied, Because, Remus, you have a terrible habit of giving more of yourself than you should and not knowing when to ask for help. You would let Sirius take your life if it meant saving him – but I can’t have that. Even if I’m not a part of your life anymore, I can’t knowingly let that happen. How can I just stand by, when you’re hurting?
Remus stared back at you, his jaw clenched with intense anticipation. His worst fear was that you would discover what he was and find him disgusting. But he couldn’t ignore that his worst fear had already been realized.
Yeah, Lovely’s probably found out by now, Remus thought. It was a miracle she didn’t find out two years ago, when Snape told everyone at Hogwarts what I was. But the rumor’s sure to have spread by then…
Sirius and Tonks shot each other uncomfortable looks. Neither you nor Remus were saying anything, but the energy in the room was strangely tense. Rowan was starting intently at you, trying to understand what was making you so upset.
Meanwhile, you were starting to feel that all-too-familiar feeling of heartbreak start to dredge up from somewhere deep within you. I can’t say any of this to you, can I, Remus?
You continued to gaze at Remus, not realizing you were doing so. Why are we always like this? You’re so close – right in front of me, because I came back all this way just to make sure you were all right – and yet you’re so far away from me. I can’t reach you. I never could, back then, and I’ll never be able to.
A horrible feeling of ice struck you in your heart. “Ah!” you gasped. As soon as you heard yourself make a sound, you reached up and clapped your hand over your mouth, to muffle your gasp.
But Rowan had already heard. “It’s the Fox, isn’t he?” he whispered urgently.
You shook your head. “No, I’m okay.”
Rowan put his hand on your cheek and confirmed, “You’re turning cold again.”
“I don’t think… ” you began, trying to resist, when another sharp pang of icy coldness shot off in your chest. With a loud gasp, you crumpled onto the floor, while clutching at your chest.
Artemis barked out in surprise. She made to scurry over to you, but Sirius caught her and held her, so that she wouldn’t get in the way.
Remus had leapt forward, but he stopped when Rowan put his arms around you, to pick you up. “Press up against me,” Rowan urged. “Put your face and hands against my chest.”
You did so, nestling up against Rowan as much as you could to keep yourself warm.
Rowan murmured hurriedly, “C’mon, let’s get you somewhere warm.”
Sirius stepped forward. “There are plenty of rooms here.”
“No, I don’t want any charity from you,” you said snarkily, even though your voice cracked weakly.
Rowan cut across your protests. “Sure, any one will do.”
“Follow me.” Turning, Sirius deposited Artemis in Remus’ arms before quickly leading you and Rowan out of the room.
Artemis whined and scratched at Remus’ arms, hating his scent.
But Remus clutched onto her. In fact, he hugged her tightly, because Artemis was yours, and for some reason, that mattered to him.
Tonks stepped forward. “Remus?”
Remus, who had unknowingly been staring after you, turned to look at Tonks.
Tonks could see at once that Remus wasn’t actually present. His eyes were glazed over.
Tonks meant to ask Remus if he was all right, when her sight fell onto Remus’ side. He had changed into a new shirt, but they hadn’t been able to address his wound yet. She suspected that his bruise had grown worse.
“Remus, come on,” Tonks said. “It’s high time we have a look at that wound.” Taking his wrist in her hand, she gently pulled him away, out of the kitchen.
Still dazedly clutching onto your fox, Remus followed Tonks out of the kitchen and into her room, where she pulled up the side of his shirt and began to treat the wound.
* * * * * * * * * *
You were having a hard time breathing. Thankfully, Rowan was holding you tightly, keeping you as warm as he could. The two of you were under a very thick comforter that Sirius had managed to drag out from somewhere.
“I’m – I’m sorry,” you managed to whisper to Rowan. “You didn’t e-even want to come here and now you’re – you’re taking care of me again.”
Rowan pulled you in tighter, tucking your head in under his chin. “Shush. I told you, I don’t want to hear it from you.”
“I’m s-still sorry,” you breathed out.
Rowan shivered. Your breath felt freezing cold against his skin.
When you felt Rowan tremble, you made to push yourself away, but Rowan wouldn’t let you go. “I said to stop worrying yourself about me,” he scolded you, his voice hard and unforgiving. “Just get better.”
“Okay,” you said quietly, realizing you were creating trouble for him by resisting his help. “I’ll b-be still, t-then.”
“Well, come closer,” Rowan told you. “I told you, you need to press yourself up against me.”
Listening to him, you nestled up further under the blanket and pressed yourself more tightly against Rowan. The warmth of his body finally began to transmit to yours. “So w-warm,” you murmured. “Feels… Feels like you’re healing me.”
“Good,” Rowan said quietly. “Now, warm yourself up and go to sleep. All right?”
“Okay,” you repeated, in a softer voice this time. You brought the blanket up over Rowan’s chest and made to kiss Rowan through the blanket, so as to thank him without pressing your ice-cold lips to his skin.
When Rowan felt you pressing your face gently against his chest, he realized what you were doing. He let out a soft sigh. He reached down, grasped your face in his hand, and then kissed you warmly, not caring how cold you felt. He knew he could warm you up, if only you’d stop being so damn careful around him.
“Rowan,” you whispered, even as your eyes slipped shut, “I’m so sorry.”
As Rowan felt you slowly slipping into sleep, he found himself staring up at the high ceiling of the grand, aristocratic bedroom. He couldn’t help but wonder – What are you apologizing for?
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“Remus, I can’t treat you if you don’t let go of the fox.”
“Hm?” Remus blinked at Tonks.
Tonks sighed. “Let go of the poor fox, Remus.”
“Oh…” Remus nodded, but he continued to clutch onto Artemis, who was now giving him a magnificent stink eye.
Trust my fate, to have this foul-smelling man hold onto me like this, she thought grumpily.
Just then, Sirius appeared at the doorway. “Here. I’ll hold her.”
Artemis’ ears perked up at once. Yeah! Good-smelling man!
Sirius held his arms out and Artemis scrambled to get to him. Remus finally released her.
“How is she?” Remus asked Sirius immediately.
“I don’t know. It’s up to Scamander now, I suppose. He seemed to know what he was doing.”
“Oh.” Remus paused. “Right. Scamander. He’s the one she appeared in the newspaper with.”
“He went to school with us,” Sirius reminded him.
Remus replied quietly, “I remember. He was the Ravenclaw prefect.” He remained silent for a long while, not saying anything as Tonks treated his wound.
Sirius watched Remus carefully, while Artemis kept looking over Sirius’ shoulder, wanting to see you.
When Tonks finished, she carefully pasted a bandage over Remus’ wound before gently blowing on it. “My mum always used to do that,” she murmured. “She said it makes the wound heal faster. I don’t think it really works, obviously, but…” She looked up at Remus. “How are you feeling now?”
“All better,” Remus said. He looked tired, but he nonetheless gave Tonks a genuine smile. “Thanks for mending me up. And you did well today, Nymphado – er, Tonks. Driving that dementor away so quickly – That was quite a powerful Patronus you produced.”
Tonks replied, with a cheerful grin, “We’re good partners, aren’t we?”
Remus nodded.
“Well, then…” Tonks waved at Remus, nodded at Sirius, and shook Artemis’ paw, before leaving the room. Even then, she seemed to linger at the doorway for just a moment before exiting.
Watching Tonks go, Sirius murmured in a surprised voice, “She’s got a thing for you, Rem.”
“No.” Remus leaned over and buried his face in his hands. “She thinks I’m a disgusting beast.”
Sirius frowned. He knew Remus could be daft when it came to feelings, but the fact that he could misinterpret Tonks’ feelings so badly was concerning to him. “She doesn’t,” Sirius pushed back. “She’s smitten with you.”
“You saw how she reacted towards me today. She knows what I am.”
“Yeah, but that clearly doesn’t matter to her.”
“It does! It does, for God’s sake, she told me not to touch you, to stay away from you!”
Sirius paused. He set Artemis down on the floor and then came over to Remus. “You’re not talking about Tonks, are you?”
Remus lifted his head. “What?”
“I was talking about Tonks.”
Remus stared at Sirius. “What… What about Nymphadora again?”
Sirius shook his head in disbelief. “Merlin, Moony, you can barely keep your brains together over one woman. Now you’ve got two. I’m worried about you.”
Remus clasped his hands together and slouched forward, bowing his head. “I just can’t get away from her, Pads. No matter how much I try. And she was the one person… The one person who saw me as a human…”
At that point, the bedroom door creaked open.
Remus stopped talking and looked up. “What was that?”
Sirius also looked over at the door, only to see Artemis’ tail flicking past. He realized that Tonks must have left the door open a tad and Artemis had been able to push her way through.
“Artemis.”
“Where’s she going?” Remus wondered.
“Probably trying to find her master,” Sirius said knowingly.
“But Lovely’s not well,” Remus murmured. “She needs her rest.”
Hearing Remus call you ‘Lovely,’ Sirius sighed deeply. “Well, then, go after the fox, Moony. You won’t be able to rest until you do.”
Sirius, of course, meant that Remus should go after you, but to his surprise, Remus got up off the bed and went chasing after Artemis.
Sirius watched Remus go with bemused eyes. When Remus had disappeared down the hallway, Sirius let out a tired laugh. Oh, Moons, you’re still head over heels for her and you don’t even know it.
* * * * * * * * * *
“You can’t, Artemis – Lovely’s sleeping! Get back here, please, I’m begging you.”
You tiredly sat up. What is that – that whispering?
Cracking open your eyes, you glanced towards where you thought the voices were coming from, only to find Rowan sitting up on the bed beside you, staring at the door.
You thought you heard a soft bark, and then a rush of footsteps running away from your door.
You frowned. “Rowan? What’s going on?”
Rowan stared at the door, even though the hallway was now completely silent.
You slumped back down on the bed, as you felt quite fatigued. That icy feeling was still present in your blood and you felt foggy and exhausted. Still, you wanted to make sure Rowan was all right. You reached out and touched Rowan’s thigh. “Hey,” you mumbled, “are you all right?”
“Are you ‘Lovely’?”
Your eyes fluttered awake. “What?”
Rowan looked at you with an inscrutable expression on his face. He asked you once more, “Does Remus Lupin call you ‘Lovely’?”
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Thanks for the tag @nyamadermont! A belated sort of year in review whose questions I thought were interesting.
1. Number of stories posted to Ao3: 46 added or updated in 2022
2. Word count in 2022: 508,999
3. Fandoms I wrote for: Avatar: The Legend of Korra and Avatar: The Last Airbender
4. Pairings: Iroh II/Asami Sato (25) and a smattering of other pairings in dribs and drabs like Mako/Korra (3) and Jet/Ty Lee (2)
5. Stories with the most:
Kudos: Severance, the Irosami ghost story
Bookmarks: Smoke, the Equalist Asami Irosami story
Comment threads: Also Smoke, followed by Severance
Word count: Same as above. So clearly it was a year of two long fics. I’m thrilled people gave them a chance.
6. Work I’m most proud of (and why): I think it might be The Return, a Korra/Asami/Iroh II story. The premise is that Iroh and Asami marry and start a family sometime before book four, but he’s killed when he ignores Raiko’s order to surrender to Kuvira. Asami eventually gets together with Korra to raise the kids, only to have Iroh return from a secret POW camp years later. I’m proud of the story because I hardly ever write poly and had to really think through what that dynamic would be like between the three of them, the kids who didn’t know Iroh, and how they’d all react as the family changed. It wound up being much more about Korra and Iroh’s relationship than I expected. I got some very nice comments from people who don’t typically like Iroh/Asami as a ship, too.
7. Work I’m least proud of (and why): All the ones I haven’t finished yet!
8. Share or describe a favorite review you received: I love and treasure every single comment I get, but I’d like to leave a special shout out for @myargalargan and @devildogdemon for leaving long comments on every chapter of some of my multi chapter fics. It’s so amazing that they spend time and effort on that and I’m glowing.
9. A time when writing was really, really hard: Isn’t it always? But the end of Smoke is killing me. This fic is going on three years and I know what needs to happen and it’s really hard not to mess it up.
10. A scene or character you wrote that surprised you: Hiroshi and Yasuko Sato in How I Always Loved You are an absolute fucking delight and also such a surprise. Hiroshi Sato in canon is a kind of one-dimensional asshole who serves the purpose of being a villain (heck, I’ve written him like this myself) and Yasuko is just a photograph we see once who is usually assumed to be a carbon copy of her daughter, Asami. Getting such strong personalities for both of them has been so much fun, especially when it turned out both they and their ship dynamic was so different from Irosami.
11. A favorite excerpt of your writing: I wrote a sequel to an Irosami vampire AU I’d written the year before. There are lots of parts of it that I like, but really liked seeing Iroh balance the human and more animalistic vampire urges. I did a ton of research for this fic because I decided vampires are like leopards with territories and stuff.
“I found it,” Iroh said lamely. He let the ball drop to the ground in quiet submission. He didn’t want Asami to take it away. His scent might be everywhere, but this was technically still her territory. Everything in it belonged to her. That was another thing Iroh had noticed. Concepts that before he’d only attributed to animals, like “prey” and “territory,” now seemed perfectly natural.
He saw Asami stiffen slightly at the tone of his voice. She looked suddenly wary.
“You can have it,” she said slowly. “I haven’t seen that ball since I was a kid. It’s probably been out here twenty years.” A slight pause. “Do you play?”
Iroh let his body relax; a signal to her that he wasn’t a threat. “Not since the Academy,” he said. “And that was mostly a bunch of us blowing off steam. Not a lot of kemari on ships. It’s too easy to lose it overboard.”
He saw Asami mimic his posture as she studied him from across the flat grassy area where he’d been playing. A de-escalation of sorts. Good. Not that Iroh had intended to challenge her. In truth, he wasn’t sure what he’d intended. It was only a ball. He was a guest here. Republic City was Asami’s to hunt… wasn’t it? And never mind that he was larger and fit and, an embarrassingly sexist thought, male. None of that mattered. Or it shouldn’t. Spirits, what was wrong with him?
“Do you?” he asked. The words seemed to have more weight than they ought.
12. How did you grow as a writer this year: This (Avatar) fandom can be really hard on people in a lot of ways, and one of those ways is with a certain ideological purity that seems to pervade a lot of it and which is meant to dictate who can write what, and what can be written. This year I wrote a character with a physical disability (Tis the Sea Sun for Love) and I did a lot of research for what was a rather lighthearted holiday fic. I think a year ago I’d have been too scared someone would come screaming at me that I wasn’t allowed.
13. How do you hope to grow next year: I find ending multi-chapter fics difficult. I feel like a lot of them go on too long and kind of fizzle out. So I’d like to work on my endings.
14. Who was your greatest positive influence this year as a writer (could be another writer or beta or cheerleader or muse etc etc): my discord server is a pretty awesome group of internet humans, I must say. Love u absolute cracky gorgeous degenerates.
15. Anything from your real life show up in your writing this year: I’m sadly susceptible to dares. The Only Thing I Ever wanted was bet you can’t write a soulmark AU, The Spares was bet you can’t make Korroh work, Big Fish was bet you won’t really write mermaid smut, Do You Have a Better Idea was bet you can’t make Iroh/Asami/Kuvira smut, etc. I’m very much like this in real life, too.
16. Any new wisdom you can share with other writers: Your characters are people! Do what you can to get to know them as individuals and their unique dynamics in relationships. Think about their quirky likes and dislikes and weave those in. Know what they’re afraid of and what they want more than anything but tell no one. Imagine what they’d pick out at a store, or how they’d behave at a party, or what they’d be like in a group at a board game. You may never use the content, but it will help you find their voice and distinguish them from everyone else. There should (in my opinion) be very few plots that work the same for multiple ships.
17. Any projects you’re looking forward to starting (or finishing) in the new year: I have a couple of big fics that I really want to start, but I have to finish some big fics first. If I can do that, the two I’m most interested in are one about the Equalist trials and another about 20-30 years post canon as the question of whether Raava can still reincarnate comes into question.
18. Tag some writers whose answers you’d like to read:
And anyone else who wants to!
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1. I love The Lucky One, so many feels and the pain is perfectly horrible. And The Most Important Thing, such a great story too, I find the perspective on Rowaelin so fresh and unique. Same Time Thursday too, such a brilliant story always keeping me on my toes. Probably everything you write is incredible to be honest and I just love you and your writing.
3. I would say the best character you've written for is Aelin, you always find a new way to bring her to life in your fics. But I also damn love how you bring Arobynn to your fics - I hate the man but damn you write him well!
4. Rowaelin. Duh 😍
6. In The Lucky One, how Rowan named the horses. That one still somehow glows through being one of the most comedic moments in that story which otherwise is just heart-wrenching. But also when Rowan sings to Aelin.. and having the lyrics tattooed. I cried.
7. Probably The Lucky One again. I love to be a masochist occasionally and re-read it.
8. You're so you. You're not afraid to show your own style, mixing things up and creating the most unusual storylines too. You bring tough topics to your fics and I just love that.
9. Hahaha SO many! But I would love to see you update Green Eyes and Majoring in Hate, Minoring in Love!
12. So many again! Like I mentioned, The Lucky One I read quite often. But just yesterday I re-read The Most Important Thing
13. All of them. All the time. I think I literally mentioned to my sister (who does not read fics) that you're one of my favorite writers and I find you magical.
15. How about a question about your writing? Because I always wonder how you come up with the magic you create? What is your process, how does a tiny speck of an idea morph to the incredible words you grace us with? Or do you just suddenly realise you have an entire storyline as your idea? I'm curious and you're awesome 🤩
Agh I don’t even know how to respond to this 🥺 you’re so kind
1. I love the lucky one too 🥺 It was really difficult to resist the urge to post as I wrote 😂 but it was really satisfying to post it all at once. And I adore the most important thing too, that feels like a very underrated one to me 😂 it was one of my favorites to write and I feel like it doesn’t get much attention, so I really appreciate that you like it ❤️ that means a lot
3. Thank you!! I always try to find a new angle to explore Aelin’s character from every time I write something new, as well as when I add Arobynn into the mix. In Ivy I explored a lot about how she handles grief in the situation she’s in, while in the lucky one it’s more of character growth and development and learning to understand what she really wants from life, and in same time Thursday it’s about her relationship with her daughter and her own healing from the trauma as well.
4. 🥰
6. Hahaha I still think having him name the horses after her was my writing peak 😂 I’ll never top that. I also love the tattoo part and Rowan singing to her ❤️ it just felt very warm and I wanted to convey in a clear way how much she still meant to him.
7. Agh that’s a painful one to reread 🥺 I can’t believe you do
8. Thank you 🥺 this means a lot. I’m not crazy about writing just about relationship issues, that’s not what I want out of fanfiction, so I really like to explore what other issues there are in life, and how two people who love each other can deal with them together. It feels a lot more satisfying to me
9. Omg 💀 I haven’t written for green eyes in so long 😂 that was early writing days, I feel like my style has changed so much since then, but you never know 😉
12. You reread it yesterday? 🥺
13. 😭 now you’re just trying to make me cry
15. Thank you ☺️ I really don’t know what my process is haha, occasionally a story idea works itself out of a base theme I have in mind, such as Aelin being a single mom with a traumatic past in STT, but sometimes it’s purely based on aesthetic, like my one oneshot love left behind. Usually for multi chapters, when I have the idea it’s generally right smack in the middle of the plot, so I take that and try to work backwards to figure out how each character got to where they are and then how they go forward from there 😂 I know that’s the most vague answer ever but I really don’t know
Thank you so much for this ask ❤️❤️❤️
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Fanfiction writing asks: 8, 36, 42, 68, 72!
#8: Post an out-of-context spoiler from a wip.
With the right person, Microsoft PowerPoint can be its own love language.
#36: What fic are you proudest of?
okay, not to be super self-important or whatever, but i think it would have to be stack the deck with wild cards. maybe i am just thinking about it because of the current clusterfuck in the us over roe v. wade, but i’m genuinely proud to have written a story that casts abortion in a neutral/positive light (not that i’m conflating writing my little story with political action or anything!!) and i had so many wonderful conversations about that with people in the comments and i felt that it came out exactly the way i wanted it to. it also was my first experience with writing multi-chapter fic and i posted all of it the week of my birthday and it was an amazing experience overall. i just think that that story is emblematic of the kind of writer i want to be all the time.
#42: What’s your favorite title that you’ve come up with?
this feels like cheating because i take all of my titles from song lyrics, so i don’t really come up with them, but i guess if i had to choose it would be how many acres, how much light, which gets its title from the song “Mushaboom” by Feist. i very rarely pick a title for a fic and stick with it (i usually go through three to five ideas for every single one before just giving up and picking the most recent idea when it’s time to publish), but for this one i was determined to finish the fic because i knew i wanted to use that specific lyric as the title. that song means so much to me, with its message of looking forward to all the joys that will come your way in the future even if they're not here yet, and i was delighted to have an excuse to use it for something. i also just think it suits that fic perfectly.
#68: Are there any fics that influenced you to write the way you do?
i mean, i’ve read so many great fics in my life, across like hundreds of fandoms, lots of which have inspired me or informed my writing in some way, but to avoid writing the longest answer possible, i’ll stick with just one example. basically anything @kaikamahine has ever written has made me want to be a better writer, but i reference maisie makes a deal constantly. it’s outsider POV, which is so hard to write (i still haven’t gotten up the courage to try it myself) and elizabeth does it so so well that i honestly wanted to just keep hanging out with her OCs at the end, forget about captain america and [reads smudged ink on hand]…. binky?? is that his name?? the way she writes is so lyrical that her prose feels like poetry, it’s so economical and gut-punchy. it makes me want to take more risks when i write and go for the imagery when it feels right and just trust the readers to follow, which i think is good advice for writers. also her fic probability engine was so good that i spent a whole week trying to think of a comment i could leave to express how much i loved it and how much it kicked my ass and instead i would just get too emotional about it all over again and need to sit down and i just never actually left a comment (sorry, elizabeth!!)
…this is the short answer to this question, if you can believe that.
#72: What’s your favorite writing compliment you’ve gotten?
someone once commented on stack the deck (linked above) that they’d read each of the chapters (which i was posting daily) as they got ready to go back to college and that it had helped distract them and kept them from getting stressed out, and that has always stuck with me. i think the best we can hope for of the things we make and choose to share with others is that they can function as a metaphorical hand reaching out to provide comfort or solidarity or even just recognition. my reach in this space (and in the world in general) feels/is very small but with that comment, that person let me know that it was enough to reach them, and to be there for them when they needed someone, even in some small way. that made me so happy and it still cheers me up to think about now.
#this spoiler will be disappointing to you zainab because you have read most of that scene already#sorry#this got very tender and emotional I’m sorry for that too#thank you for the questions 💖💖💖#ask#firstelevens#writing ask game#homelywenchsociety#i realize maybe the compliment question was supposed to be more concrete compliments#But this is my favorite thing anyone has ever said to me about one of my fics#so it felt like the right move
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20 questions for fic writers!
Tagged by @sensitiveheartless (kind of, they left it open at the end to anyone who wanted to do it)
1. How many works do you have on ao3?
40, as of today!
2. What's your total ao3 word count?
79,131
3. What fandoms do you write for?
Mainly Bungou Stray Dogs, but I occasionally write for My Hero Academia and Sk8 the Infinity as well.
4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?
tastes like candy
raw
Kinktober Day 4: Praise Kink
Kinktober Day 3: Dirty Talk
wanna get out of here?
5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?
Yep, pretty much always! The only times I don’t are if someone leaves a one-word comment or I’m not sure how to respond lmao. I love when people show their appreciation for my writing, so I try to show that gratitude by replying!
6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?
I wouldn’t even necessarily classify it as angst, but the Fyolai Blood Play fic didn’t exactly end with aftercare and cuddles.
7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?
Pretty much all my fics have happy endings. I hate sad endings with a burning passion, so as a treat to myself, I just don’t write them!
8. Do you get hate on fic?
I haven’t so far, thankfully! I have had people comment vague stuff about being “traumatized” by my work, but that’s mainly people who didn’t expect to find smut, I think.
9. Do you write smut?
Yepppp haha, in fact I’ve only recently branched out to writing SFW stuff.
10. Do you write crossovers?
I haven’t yet, but I wouldn’t rule it out for the future. I just haven’t felt inspired to write one so far.
11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?
No, but I have seen a fic that HEAVILY borrowed from one of mine. It pissed me off a bit, but I’ve come to terms with the fact that these things happen.
12. Have you ever had a fic translated?
I don’t think so. No one’s asked me if they could translate any of my fics, at least.
13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?
No, but I’m curious what that would be like. So far I’ve only ever worked alone in the writing process, so think it would be challenging to adjust to working alongside someone. Again, not something I’d rule out though!
14. What's your all-time favorite ship?
Man this is tough. Fun fact, I have a Pinterest board for ships with 26 subsections of specific ships, so there are plenty to choose from here. Soukoku and BakuDeku are ones I love to write and consume content for, but my favorite to actually write would probably be Ranpoe. They’re just so fluffy! I always feel better after writing a fic about them.
15. What's a WIP you want to finish but probably won't?
There’s this one idea I had based on a BSD theory that ended up being wrong. It would essentially be a long multi-chapter fic where abilities were written out of existence, so the story restarts at the beginning and the characters all eventually find each other, even without abilities or past memories pushing them together. So, for instance, Kunikida would still be a math teacher; Atsushi would never have been kicked out of the orphanage; Yosano would (interestingly enough) be working at a candy shop; and so on. I don’t know that I’ll ever get around to writing it, since it’ll take a TON of research on the canon materials. I’ve started the planning phase but it truly is a mammoth of a fic. Link to my theory if you’re interested in the details.
16. What are your writing strengths?
I think characterization is a strength of mine. I also typically have a first draft that’s like 95% ready to post, since I edit while writing. I usually do a quick read-through, change a word here or there, and post.
17. What are your writing weaknesses?
Non-character details (like setting). I get too caught up in the action! I can also be impatient with transitions between scenes, hence the massive amount of one-shots.
18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?
I’ve translated one word for a fic, but even that felt a bit cheesy when I did it. I try to avoid it, since there’s almost definitely native speakers out there cringing at literal translations and google translate errors in fics.
19. First fandom you wrote for?
The first one I wrote for was Bungou Stray Dogs, and that remains the one I write for the most!
20. Favorite fic you've written?
Kinktober Day 31. It’s embarrassing to admit, but I must have read it at least 5 times now. I’m really proud of how it turned out.
Following @sensitiveheartless’s example, I hereby tag anyone who sees this and wants to do it! Have fun!
#20 questions for fic writers#ao3 writer#ao3 author#fanfic writer#fic writer#smut writer#about the author
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my ultimate guide to thiam fic !!
( as a new teen wolf stan )
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the classic post war, long ass (multi chapter) fic !!with great development that genuinely made me laugh out loud, they have the best friendship in this & i love it very much. ( like theo teaches liam to drive and i just *happy sobs* ) a fundamental in thiam fanfiction !! all stans have probably already read it but if you haven’t this is in fact a threat ,, go show this vv iconic story some love !!
Airplanes - Captainmintyfresh
Summary: After the Anuk-ite and the hunters are dealt with Liam needs a break. Cue Theo and a road trip that Liam should know better than to think will be peaceful.
Not Rated, No Archive Warnings Apply, Completed, 43/43 Chapters, Words: 236,875 (236k)
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okay okay so this one is also post 6B !! but ,, now we introduce fighting monroe & the hunters again ,, so we get the boys & a new mission !! so if you like an intresting plot 11/10 would recommend !! just to be clear this ISN’T complete ,, if that turns you off i understand but definitely give this one a read !! it litterally have theo doing crossword puzzles & fighting zombies
Vacancy Signs - LovelyLittleGrim
Summary: Theo and Liam are in Manhattan negotiating a pack allyship when the zombie apocalypse breaks out. Now, the two of them have to find their way back to Beacon Hills without getting eaten by zombies or killing one another.
Rated: Explicit, Graphic Description of Violence, Not Completed, 15/17 Chapters, Words: 89,605 (89k)
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Royalty AU !! I REPEAT ROYALTY AU !! a fantastic au where i stan their moms more than i stan them !! genuinely so good at the childhood rivals to lovers trope !! i’m genuinely obsessed with this one. has made me cry more than once ,, hurts in a good way <3 the ending is just *chefs kiss* also one of the tags is genuinely: # theo and liam make bad choices for over 130k straight !! if that doesn’t sound appealing i don’t know what does !!
Artificial Love - songbvrd
Summary: Prince Theo and Prince Liam are forced to spend every Summer together from age five onwards. They hate each other, and usually find ways to make each other miserable as much as possible in their six weeks together. But when they're reunited because of intended unions as adults, things change. They're both supposed to be married to noble women, but neither of them is as interested in anyone else as they are with their childhood rival.
Rated: Mature, No Archive Warnings Apply, Completed, Chapters: 32/32, Words: 172,935 (172k)
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so if you are in the mood for a crack fic that’s not explicitally a crack fic this is for you !! okay so i’m really hit or miss with AU’s ,, sometimes i feel like they don’t quite capture the characters right but this story have the BEST dramatic liam i have ever seen in my life !! basically they all live in the same apartment building & it’s fantastic !! i saw this one floating around a lot but the summary didn’t really unrest me until i have it a shot !! so go read it rn !! also nolan & brett are genuinely fantastic and make me wheeze ,, LIKE ACTUALLY VERBALLY LAUGHING !! all i’m gonna say is that my fav characters are scott & the beetles but that won’t make actual sense until you read it !!
The Neighbors Song - TheodoreR
Summary: “I always hear you singing on your balcony every morning, but suddenly you’ve stopped?”
Or the one where Theo annoys Liam every morning with his awful singing until he doesn’t anymore and Liam is even more annoyed. Liam hates every single thing about his mornings -the fact that they happen in the morning alone is enough. The thing Liam hates the most about his mornings though is the terrible voice of the guy who lives below him. He can’t sing for shit and Liam tried to politely let him understand that by throwing flour and water on his balcony, and also by shouting it to him, you can’t sing for shit!, and then by writing it into a note he proceeded to attach to his door, but this Raeken guy just keeps doing it, every single morning, like a fucking rooster. Liam did nothing to deserve this. He probably didn’t do anything to deserve better either to be fair, he doesn’t expect to open his window and be welcomed by some angelic voice singing him good morning, he’d just be happy with nothing. Silence. That’s something Liam can appreciate in mornings. Just some bark from his dog and the sound of his misery and that’s it. But no, god forbid the new guy lets him have that.
Rated: Explicit, Creator Chose Not to Use Archive Wanrings, Completed, 8/8 Chapters, Words: 42,814 (42k)
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me: i’m not a big fan of AU’s ,, proceeds to talk about ANOTHER au… OKAY BUT THIS ONE !! it’s not complete but the author has been updating regularly ,, vv slow burn !! but in a REALLY intresting way !! i lOVE LIAM IN THIS SO MUCH ,, he is such a diaster of a person and it’s wonderful !! they have a great dynamic & i’m sucker for general puppy pack content ( and erica reyes being a badass ) !! also theo plays lacrosse in this & i really like it ahhhhh ,, also liam is just being an artic monkeys stan the whole time & theo is like *que confused repressed gay noises*
Inglorious Roommates - honeyscape
Summary: A roommate is defined as “a person with whom one shares a room.”
Theo would say a roommate was more along the lines of, “The person who's the bane of his existence. The weirdo that sleeps for days. The spaz that exercises at 3am. The guy with a revolving door of annoying friends. An insufferable human being that Theo has no control over living in his room.”
Example: Theo hates his roommate Liam.
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okay okay i hate myself but i have another WIP for y’all !! this one is jUST FANTASTIC. i’m genuinely so upset it’s most likely not going to updated again *incoherent screaming ensues*. for this story ,, it’s very theo-centric bUT thats bc it ends right before liam becomes a concrete member of the story !! ANYWAY: basic plot = theo & acquiring not one but two children ,, so #dad theo but he is still crusty & homeless and i love him very much. it’s just so GOOD !! just read if you want to experience my fav theo coming out story & him etching high school musical
Look who's talking - Captainmintyfresh
Summary: Theo had been labeled many things in his life. Evil, failure, monster. He'd never thought Father would be one of those things but as he looked across the table to a six year old with blue smears of bubble gum icecream across her face trying to coax the first words out of her sister. Finger jabbing towards Theo's face as she repeated 'Daddy' again and again he couldn't bring himself to dispute the label.
(Theo accidentally adopts two young werewolves)
Not Rated, Creator Chose Not to Use Archive Warnings, Not Completed, Chapters: 16/?, Words: 48740 ( 48k )
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so here me out: post-canon ( poetry like angst ) summer get away !! just the boys doing cute little domestic things together whilst pining !! theo’s guilt in this is just so powerful & aGjffkgkkfkvkdlv !! i think it’s so interesting to see how they interact in this one, it’s just very heart warming !! and it features one of my favorite niche teen wolf tropes of theo being great with like seven year old girls- it’s just so good ,, very much a wonderful little one shot that just makes your heart happy.
(next time i see you you'll show me) a hundred different ways to say the same things - cherrysprite
Summary: “...You deserve good things,” Liam says eventually. He makes sure not to look at Theo even though he can feel his eyes turn on him. Somehow he can already tell that Theo doesn’t believe him.
Liam instantly makes that the goal of this summer - making Theo believe him.
Rating: Teen and Up, No Archive Warnings Apply, Chapters: 1/1, Words: 28875 ( 28k )
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okay so this next section of fic recs is a bit different !!
two of my favorite authors !! and a compilation of fics i’ve read by them both !!
for context: these two have written some genuinely gorgeous fics, like pure poetry, they explore the real gritty & scary side of our boys relationship in such a wonderful way. they’ve both used some of my favorite tropes & i love them very much !!
whenever i need something soothing but so genuinely intresting & enticing these are my go to !! ( also they both write a lot of good nolan angst & some vv good fics with hayden )
go check out:
eneiryu
as well as fallingforboys
here are some of my favorite fics by them ~
darling i want you here in my arms (kiss the pain away, i know you can) - fallingforboys
even before you touched me, i belonged to you (all you had to do was look at me) - fallingforboys
memories linger like tattoo scars (but your touch on my skin is just as permanent) - fallingforboys
skin, bones, a stolen heart, and an ugly creature lurking underneath -fallingforboys
i don't know how to breathe in the place i called home - fallingforboys
whisper your gossamer truths into the shadow, maybe you'll find the answers you're searching for - fallingforboys
between the mountains and the valley we built a monument to our regret - eneiryu
cracked the hinges of the cage and waited for you - eneiryu
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okay and finally: since i am a self centered whore
my own fic: an rendition of the # elevator scene
it’s basically my version of post canon if we did get the kiss in the elevator. we got a classic liam pov in which he is has 12/10 for extreme bi diaster energy even whilst being shot at !! so go him ig…
Fuck Off, Fuck This & Fuck It! - nefelibata_peach
Summary: Liam thought to himself heart rate climbing, they were bound to be dead by morning. So he thought with everything but his brain and he kissed him.
Where Liam Dunbar is very confused, slightly traumatized, and just a bit scared but hey, aren't they all! Bad decisions ensue as two boys fight in a war they never did sign up for.
Rating: Teen and Up, Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Chapters: 1/1, Words: 3558 ( 3k )
#this took me so long#please go read these or i’ll cry#fan fiction#fan fic recs#teen wolf fic recs#thiam fanfiction#thiam fic recs#thiam#theo raeken#liam dunbar#theo x liam#teen wolf fandom#teen wolf gay#teen wolf#ao3#fuck you fuck this & fuck it#thiam fanfic rec#thiam fanfic#thiam is endgame
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Author Interview
I was tagged on main by @hutchhitched @endlessnightlock and @softlikethesunset12...Thank you all so much! ♥️ ♥️
Name: Amelia
Fandoms: The Hunger Games
Where do you post?: AO3 and tumblr
Most popular multi-chapter: The Bet
Favourite story you’ve written so far: Whatever one I’m writing ends up being my favorite for the moment because I get so emotionally invested, haha. I think of the stories that are still posted, my favorite is The Bet. Of all the ones I’ve written, period, I think With Eyes to Hear.
Fic you were nervous to post: Dysphoria, because I didn’t want to offend anyone and was nervous I hadn’t gotten everything right. The Bet because I knew there was going to be a lot of drama before the HEA and also it was my return to writing after a 3-4 years hiatus.
How do you choose your titles?: I hate thinking up titles and it is usually the last thing I do. They are so difficult. Usually I spitball a few options with friends and see which one fits the best. I also like them better when they’re simple.
Do you outline?: Umm...yes, very much so, haha. I cannot write without an outline because I have to know where the story ends in order to properly pace the flow. I usually write a basic outline first, then add in more details and then finally do a chapter by chapter outline.
Complete: Uhhh, I haven’t counted in a long time haha. Over 20 for sure in my lifetime fic writing, but I don’t know exactly.
In Progress: I have 3 posted WIPS and I have two stories in The Panem Nightlocks universe to write annnnd outlines for three new stories in another sports!romance genre mapped out. So...eight?
Coming soon: The Tutor (Annie x Finnick’s story from The Panem Nightlocks), and a new hockey romance that will begin with Everlark :) not named yet.
Do you accept prompts?: Yes, when I’m looking for a writers block jumpstart or just a palette cleanser here on tumblr. But I usually don’t accept prompts for anything more than a drabble. I have to be inspired to write something so it’s hard for me find too much inspiration from something being given to me.
Upcoming story you are most excited to write: I’m super excited for the new series I’ve been mapping out. @roxys-turing-machine has been listening to all of my ramblings and helping me piece together some really awesome outlines and I think you guys are really going to like it!
Upcoming story/stories you are most excited about: I have so many stories that are on my ‘to read’ list I’ve lost count. I’m sorry to all the stories I haven’t been able to read yet! I promise I’m getting there :)
Thanks again for the tag lovelies!
I don’t know who’s done this already, but I will tag @wendywobbles @southsidestory @winegirl65 @papofglencoe @jhsgf82 @bethpeaches123 @im-doing-hot-girl-shit @sunsetsrmydreams @the-sun-and-the-sea
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Fic Tag Game
EEEE Thank you for the tag, @ezrasbirdie ! <3
How many works do you have on AO3?
8
What’s your total AO3 word count?
132,422 (haven’t posted everything yet, but hells that’s something)
How many fandoms have you written for and what are they?
4: Ranma Nibunoichi, Harry Potter, Doctor Who, and Pedro-verse (I’ve only ever pushed the Pedro stuff out there on a wider platform)
What are your top 5 fics by kudos?
Losing My Religion, Long Fall Into Oblivion, A Girl Walks Into a Bookshop, Beskar: Bestowed, and If You Will Let My Heaven Touch Your Stars
Do you respond to comments, why or why not?
Yes. I like the interaction. If people don’t like it and move on without saying anything, that’s fine by me. But those who really like something and want to say it? How can I not appreciate that? I’m always happy if something I write brings someone feelings.
What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?
I think it’s Someone Will Remember In Time.
Do you write crossovers? If so, what’s the craziest one you’ve written?
I don’t. I have trouble with AUs since I see the character’s universe as part of the character themselves. In the Pedro-verse I often see people doubling up Pedro characters and I have trouble with that--have for me to picture two Pedros at once. Creates a singularity in my brains...
Have you ever received hate on a fic?
Not yet. I guess I’ll know I’ve arrived when I do?
Do you write smut? If so, what kind?
I include it in my fic, although I’m not super explicit. The characters have sex, but it’s usually part of the natural progression of intimacy. Fluffysmut. Soft stuff.
Have you ever had a fic stolen?
I don’t think so. That would break my heart. My stories are all very personal (which I’m sure is true for many writers and their work) and it would feel like someone stealing my identity...
What’s your all time favorite ship?
I will never not pull for Ranma Saotome and Akane Tendo. In the Pedro-verse, it’s all of them and me. Because selfish.
What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?
I try not to. A word here or there is fine, but if I can’t speak it myself then I’d rather not massacre it. I try to find creative ways of getting around it or expressing it without actually putting it in words.
What was the first fandom you wrote for?
It was all anime-based, friends.
What’s your favorite fic you’ve written?
For multi-chapters, I cannot choose between Losing My Religion and A Girl Walks Into a Bookshop. For one-shots, it’s Long Fall Into Oblivion.
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tagging: @grogusmum @insomniamamma and @writeforfandoms
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Author Spotlight: Gleefulpoppet Day 3
Author Spotlight: @gleefulpoppet
How many times do you usually revise your fic/chapter before posting?
This is going to sound obnoxious and pretentious (cringing). I’d say at least ten-twelve. I know I’ve read it at least half a dozen times before I send it to my beta reader, and then I reread it when I fix it and then again before I post on AO3. And even after it’s published, I’ve gone back and fixed things.
If you were to revise one of your older fics from start to finish, which would it be and why?
None of my fics are even a year old, but there are some things I would change about Pressed Against the Glass. Nothing major that anyone would notice but me. I’ve learned a lot the last year, and I think I could tighten up some of the structure.
What do you look for in a beta?
Well, my beta fell out of the sky like an angel. I couldn’t find one, so I started posting Pressed Against the Glass last October without one (mind you, this is a 250k word story that I was posting one chapter a day), and JayHawkWrites messaged me on Tumblr to say she’d jump in and edit it for me. We worked on it almost as a full-time job for two weeks because every day, a new chapter was posting and one of those chapters was 18k long! She’s stuck with me since, and I am grateful she was so kind to me.
If you could write the sequel (or prequel) to any fic out there not written by yourself, which would you choose?
Oh gosh. I don’t know if I could ever do that! There are so many stories I want more of, though. The ones I can think of are actually ones that have been abandoned, does that count? The two off the top of my head that I would LOVE to read the rest of would be The Nanny by Nellie12 and Night to Night by loveheartlover.
Do you take liberties with canon or are you very strict about your fic being canon compliant?
I take HUGE liberties and write mostly AU. What I find interesting is taking the essential core of a character and then asking myself, “What if?” What if they had grown up in different circumstances? Or if they hadn’t been bullied, or if they met someone earlier or later? It’s taking a character you relate to on some level, putting them inside your own head, and seeing if you can figure them out in a new place or environment. For me, it’s the most fun to think about Klaine out there in a million different realities.
Talk about a review that made your day.
Big heart eyes. Every single comment makes my day. It really does. I wake up every morning with a secret hope that there’s a comment on one of my stories or even kudos. Not out of a need to feed my ego, I promise! It’s because I want to know the story lives on somewhere… That it’s not lost. It’s the feeling like all of a sudden we share this connection. A moment as author and reader where we both know the same story, and there is something about that that makes me so happy.
Do you ever get rude reviews and how do you deal with them?
I haven’t yet (thank you!). I’m not a confrontational person though, so I’d just delete it if it was mean for the sake of being mean. If they had some constructive criticism or a genuine concern or question I would reply to the best of my ability.
What advice do you have to people just starting to write?
Keep going! Dive in! Write it! There is never perfection—only progress. And, the solution and resolution are always in the doing. You are never going to get better at writing stories if you aren’t writing. Jump in; there is ALWAYS room for you!
Which fic do you most like to discuss with other people? Why?
I loved having a few pretty in-depth discussions with people about Pressed Against the Glass. It was wonderful to make some new fandom friends with that story. It was my first multi-chapter fanfic, and people were so kind! That was a fun time in my life to get messages on Tumblr about that story and what it meant to people.
What's one aspect of writing fic that gets you really excited?
That anything is possible. We’ll never run out of words or ideas. There is nothing finite about it. The connections I make as a writer to the characters I create in my head and the connection to the readers through comments. It’s beautiful synergy, and I feel blessed to be on this journey right now with my writing!
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Check out Gleefulpoppet’s Fics
A Glimpse at the Life of Anderson & Hummel [aka Verse Table of Contents] - We're breaking the 4th wall with this one. Read all the juicy details in "A Glimpse at the Life of Anderson & Hummel," an exclusive story by Sabie Blathers for New York magazine In the Know: An Insider’s Guide to Today’s Fanfiction. It *includes* the first look at the Anderson-Hummel infamous spreadsheet.
Please Remind Me Who I Really Am - He may feel broken, but is there light on the horizon? A glimpse at what happens to Blaine after Chapter 1 in the Pressed Against the Glass story. (You will want to read at least through Chapter 4 in the main story before reading this one-shot).
Two Pumpkins & Twenty Monkeys - The boys decide to stay home for Halloween, but when Kurt discovers a mysterious box in the back of Blaine's closet, it turns out to be the best decision ever.
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20 Questions - Writer’s Edition
Tagged by @lambourngb thank you! 💗
1. How many works do you have on AO3?
81 total, mostly Les Mis and RNM.
2. What's your total AO3 word count?
1,557,760 holy shit I’ve written over a million words 😵
3. How many fandoms have you written for and what are they?
On AO3, not counting the universes I’ve written fusions with, there are seven: Les Mis, Roswell New Mexico, Merlin, MCU, Young Avengers, X-Men, and Vikings.
On ff.net, nine more: Teen Titans, Xiaolin Showdown, Transformers, Naruto, Narnia, Hellboy, Artemis Fowl, Lord of the Flies, and Skins.
Some fics are on both, but when I moved to AO3 I mostly left the ones I didn’t think were good enough to expose to a new audience. And gone from the internet forever (probably) is the Maximum Ride fanfic I wrote and posted to a forum back in the day. RIP that fic.
4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?
from one side to the other (Les Mis, exr soulmate oneshot)
sentimental you and faithful me (Les Mis, exr bodyswap oneshot)
Just Another Guy With A Bow (Avengers, Clint/Coulson, Clint origin fic)
potentially lovely, perpetually human (Les Mis, exr empath!Enjolras)
This brave new world’s not like yesterday (Les Mis, exr the bowling alley fic)
5. What's the fic you've written with the angstiest ending?
If there’s a rocket, tie me to it is one of the first Les Mis fics I wrote, and it’s uhhhh very canon in that everyone dies. In my head it was kind of a partner fic to <a pattern in the system> A Bullet In The Gun, which was also a dystopia fic, but that one had a happy ending, and I wanted to go again and have the canon ending for Les Amis. And I think that might have been the last unhappy ending I ever wrote? I like happier endings way better!
6. What's the fic you've written with the happiest ending?
Basically all of them have happy endings, especially the long ones that actually have plots! But I’m going to pick Finding You, because I skidded canon to the left to force events into happiness before tragedy could ever strike, and spun that out into a nice long roadtrip with lots of happiness and love and friendship, ending on a great big optimistic note that everyone’s future would be just as happy and unstruck by tragedy. I reread chunks of this fic all the time for the good vibes.
7. Do you write crossovers? If so, what is the craziest one you've written?
I’ve written a bunch of fusions, but I think the only one that actually counts as a crossover is Fighting the Hurricane, which is a Les Mis/Pacific Rim fic. I’m not sure if my Les Mis/Oglaf fic is a crossover or a fusion, but it’s definitely the craziest one I’ve written just because Oglaf itself is so off the wall - Sharpshooter.
8. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?
I looooooove writing smut, of all kinds. I’ve written a lot of bdsm smut in particular for Les Mis, and weirdly almost none for RNM, idk what that’s about.
9. Do you respond to comments, why or why not?
I usually do these days, though on multi-chap fics if I’m posting a chapter a day or similarly quickly, I’ll wait and reply only the last chapter. I didn’t used to reply to comments at all unless they were particularly stand-out or asked a question, which was following the example of other writers, more than anything else. I also had the notion that people do sometimes use the number of comments on a fic as a metric to judge whether to give it a go or not, and replies massively skew that count.
I reply now, or try to. Um, confused widgeon, if you’re reading this, I’m sorry I haven’t replied to your comments from July 2020 yet. They were too nice and I got overwhelmed. One day I’ll get to them!
10. Have you ever received hate on a fic?
Lol yes, I was weirdly pleased and immediately deleted it.
11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?
Not as far as I know.
12. Have you ever had a fic translated?
I’ve had a couple of people ask about it before, but idk if it went anywhere.
13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?
I co-wrote very bad Transformers fic with my best friend in secondary school and we had a great time. Shout out @scythling! Since then though, no. I’m too precious over creative control, I think, and I quite like writing in a vacuum.
14. What's your all time favourite ship to write for?
Of all time is tricky. Enjolras/Grantaire will have to take the trophy though, I think. They’re iconic!
15. What's a WIP that you want to finish but don't think you ever will?
I have a bunch I’ve abandoned and accepted that I’ve abandoned, too many to list, so I’m not counting those because I know I’m never finishing them. Of the ones that are still in my WIP folders...there are also too many to list, but only a handful I’d be sad about never coming back to. I think the main one is probably Underground Dreaming, which would be very difficult to finish for multiple reasons, the main one being that I always envisioned it as open-ended. But I am sad that I stalled out on posting more than a few fics in that series. Too much research can kill the muse!
16. What are your writing strengths?
Dialogue and spooky atmospheres. Love me a spooky atmosphere.
17. What are your writing weaknesses?
I use ‘grinned’ way too much. Dialogue tags in general, but ‘grinned’ in particular. And I’ve developed a real problem with length, where I’ve become almost incapable of writing short fic. Which isn’t necessarily bad, exactly - length is needed for some of the stories I want to tell, but being concise isn’t something that comes naturally to me anymore.
18. What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?
Language barriers are one of my favourite things to write, actually, but because I’m very much not fluent in anything but English, I shy away from putting in actual words from other languages. I’d much rather have a whole exchange or speech in another language actually written all in English, with the difference indicated either by outright saying the character/s are speaking in another language or by altering the grammar and sentence structure.
19. What was the first fandom you wrote for?
Either Teen Titans or Xiaolin Showdown.
20. What's your favourite fic you've written?
Shadow Work is something I’m going to be proud of till I die, probably.
I think a lot of people have already been tagged so uhhhhhh if you haven’t done it already or want to @beautifulcheat @sugarfey @im-the-punk-who @gritkitty @maeglinthebold @daughterofelros @dotsayers
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001 bughead
001 | send me a ship and I will tell you:
This felt like an essay so read what you wish - also I’m going to preface this with some of these are my personal headcanons so take that as you will.
1. when I started shipping it if I did:
When Betty asks Jug to help her with the Blue and Gold in 1x03. And I have not looked back since ❤️
2. My thoughts:
I don’t really know what this question is so I’m just going to say I love my sleuthing duo and there’s really nothing more to say lol
3. What makes me happy about them:
How supportive they are of each other - even before they got together and post break up - they support each other in wonderful, monumental ways that maybe sometimes they realize as characters, but from an outside perspective, is just beautiful as a viewer.
Also how even though they are “opposites” or historically are opposites, they are so similar in how they think and how they view the world, which I think makes them a great pairing.
(I mean there’s also how great they look together, but I’m trying not to be shallow here)
4. What makes me sad about them:
That their weaknesses are those that are so destructive to a couple. Betty internalizes everything - that’s been her coping mechanism from day one - and Jug, once something is broken - whether it’s by a purposeful betrayal or accident - just says I’m done, totally dismissing it and basically walking away. So you have both parties arriving to a place of silence in different ways, but silence none the less.
also that they both are living in Riverdale and need to get the heck out.
5. things done in fanfic that annoys me:
I don’t know if there’s anything that annoys me specifically related to Bughead fanfic - I mean in general, if a multi chapter gets written and then the author just stops writing it midway through without finishing it that makes me disappointed and slightly annoyed. But nothing specifically related to Bughead fanfic I can think of...
6. Things I look for in fanfic
When I first get excited for a ship and I want to see what fics are out there, I usually look for a master fic list on tumblr or a fic dedicated specific tumblr because those usually will direct me to some of the more popular authors and stories in the fandom - for Bughead @blueandgoldoffice is wonderful for this as well as @bugheadfanfictionawards
Then once I look there, I look at those authors’ favorite stories or favorite writers because if they themselves are a well received writer within the fandom, they probably have some pretty good recs.
From that point, I just look for writing I enjoy. I love introspective writing where the author delves into inner thoughts and feelings, but beyond that it’s really a vibe that I can’t explain when I read a story - a sorta “this is an epic piece of art, be still my heart” kinda vibe.
Some authors I particularly enjoy in the Bughead fandom (but disclaimer - this is just off the top of my head!) are @sullypants @imreallyloveleee @heartunsettledsoul @thatiranianphantom @thesunflowerx
7. Who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other:
I like to note how this question comes right before the question about their happy ending - like let’s knock you down then pick you back up lol
Ok I’m going to give my AU kinda answer then the canon answer. In an AU world (though some would argue canon), I’d like Betty to end up with Veronica. I feel like this needs no explanation so we’ll just leave it at that.
In canon, realistically, some person we haven’t met yet on screen, who doesn’t live in Riverdale, has no ties to said town, and is by all accounts a “normal guy” - like safe, stable, maybe not overly bland, but veering on the edge of that - Betty might divorce said guy in ten to fifteen years, but she’d be decently happy for a couple of those and at least not be living in Riverdale, which, in my opinion, is the most important thing - as long as she’s not in that town, that’s her happy ending.
For Jug, in canon, I’m going to cheat again and say some girl we haven’t met yet on screen, again, who doesn’t live in Riverdale or has ties to the town, but is somewhat quirky and offbeat enough to a) deal with Jughead and b) for Jughead to be somewhat interested in. I always felt that if he wasn’t with Betty, he’d be with a girl with a similar pessimistic, downbeat attitude (that wasn’t harsh or destructive like canon Jessica is). Again, they might divorce a couple years in, but he’d be happy and not living in Riverdale which is a win for him. And maybe the angst from said divorce could fuel his writing.
In my AU world, Archie and Jug would be living in domestic bliss.
8. My happily ever after for them:
I have actually written a whole epilogue that I’m sorta storing away for a rainy day to post where I explain this but in short, it’s them, somewhere in the country, far away from Riverdale, not specifically or officially having a PI firm, but definitely helping the locals of the nearby town with their problems. They have years with just the two of them and it’s wonderful and they are truly, incandescently happy. But then they do have kids - two - first one was deliberate, second one, they weren’t not trying, but it was definitely more of a surprise. And those years are filled with a different kind of happiness, but one equally as indescribable and just as monumentally fulfilling.
9. who is the big spoon/little spoon:
Jug is the big spoon and Betty is the little spoon, but on the days he’s feeling down or needs extra support after a tough day, they switch.
10. what is their favorite non-sexual activity:
I immediately thought sleuthing but then I thought, no, cause technically that gets them in the mood lol 😂
You know I did write a short drabble of their love of puzzles so maybe puzzles. Or watching black and white movies. Or making breakfast on Sunday morning for the kids (pancakes). I’ll stop there lol.
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For the writing meme thingy:
🍄how do you get yourself in the mood to write?
🍑 do you/would you write smut?
📒 any fics planned?
🍄 How do you get yourself in the mood to write?
Getting in the mood to write and actually wanting to sit down and start writing are two very different things, but they're connected, so I'll explain both.
To set into “creative mode” it helps me to do these things:
Listen to music that makes me think of a character/situation in my story/stories. I've got playlists separated by character and pairing. Sometimes I also just work on curating those playlists for fun and get my brain going.
Bounce overall ideas off of my friends and husband/editor (but he's my best friend, too 💗)
Reread old chapters or recent ones and future snippets based on what I want to do.
Once I actually want to put words down, I get a little more strict with myself. I get distracted verrrry easily sometimes and I have to fight the urge to open a million more tabs when researching a small detail.
I move to instrumental music (I have playlists for different moods like “emotional”, “soft”, “sad”, etc. I usually listen to “soft” as a general soothing background sound, as I can get pretty dang emotional when I write, especially with the stuff I've been churning out lately.
So, yeah, I need tissues within reach if I get upset. (Wow, I'm not making this sound fun at all, lmao)
After sound has been established, I like to eat a snack (something with protein) because I can be under for hours, lol. Eat it and finish it. Otherwise, I get distracted.
I also like to have drinks available. I always have a bottle of water, but I also like having a hot cup of tea. I think it's the time of year for me to switch to cold barley tea.
I write while seated on a recliner with my feet up. I have my laptop on a lap desk and it's a pretty cozy setup.
I basically try to remove any excuse I have to get up once I start writing, because I am the worst procrastinator I know.
🍑Do you/would you write smut?
Heheh... heck yeah, I do. Waaaaay more than most people realize. Stuff I've actually posted? It's pretty limited. I posted a couple pieces (Let Me Love You and You're Like the Sunshine) a few years ago, but I've been practicing ever since. One of my planned stories literally has what I refer to as a “smut dump” in the draft where I've been experimenting with writing different moods. I like the intimate scenes to play a role in the overall plot or have it be a bonding experience.
Despite that, I do have a shameless Gray x Mary story I should just get out there that has zero plot, just two cuties in love. In my mind it's so naughty and kinky and I get flustered thinking about it (Mary is hot, okay?), but it's probably hella vanilla, lmao. I really am grateful that people have been really supportive about my writing smut despite what I usually write, and they've been so encouraging, too! I honestly feel like the smut I've posted is really stilted because I was so self-conscious about it. I don't feel like they are terrible for first attempts, but I have definitely grown more comfortable writing it.
Will The Shy Newcomer become explicit? I kinda really want it to, but I might separate the chapters for those who don't care for that content. Overall, I'd like to write more and post more, and I want to write more than just male x female smut as well. I have some of those in my planned pieces (more about them later).
📒 Any Fics Planned?
Firstly, I'm super tickled more than one person was interested in this. I copied the answer I wrote earlier.
Short answer: Yes. I also plan to bring more of my stories over from ffn to Ao3.
Long answer under the cut, heheh. I rambled quite a bit.
Ask me about my writing processes and stories!
I have so many WIPs that haven’t been touched in years that I’d like to finish, so new planned fics aren’t posted yet. Some of them have more adult themes than most of the stuff I’ve been writing, so I get flustered sharing them. I’ve been at a crossroads, as I feel that you can’t have growth without changing things up. On the other hand, I feel like a lot of my readers associate my works with a specific “wholesome” feel-good mood. It’s kinda nice to be known for something, although that might just be my ego talking, thinking that people recognize my work as a “type”.
Regardless, in the end, I feel growth is necessary.
I don’t want to leave a lot of unfinished WIPs waiting because they stress me out and I have too many of them already, so I’d like to have a bulk of my new stories with a good chunk written before I decide to post them.
Among those include:
A longfic featuring Pete’s farm in Forget-Me-Not Valley (A blend of HMDS with the FoMT plugin and AWL). It takes place in the same universe as The Shy Newcomer (Claire in Mineral Town) and there are a few overlapping moments, although Pete’s story starts first. Pete’s personality is verrry different from Claire’s, and his story was kind of supposed to be the yang to TSN’s yin. Pete’s best friends in his story are Ruby (not sure if I’m adding Tim yet), Nami, and Rock. Readers will be treated to a poorly-socialized pre-Mineral Town Cliff (if you think he was bad at the beginning of TSN, well… heh… he’s a wreck here).
Another planned unpublished story is a crossover of Harvest Moon and the movie “In This Corner of the World”, based on a manga of the same name by Fumiyo Kouno. It was written as a gift for a friend. I have the entire outline figured out and have slowly been filling it in. My friend asked for an AU where Claire and Cliff have an arranged marriage and live with his family in Akiyama, the hometown I had created for Cliff in The Shy Newcomer. I took the opportunity to expand the characters in his family. I have it written during the same time period and society as “In This Corner of the World”, but had decided to write a spreading disease as an allegory for war, but then COVID happened and some parts of it just got really hard to write. There are also a lot of sexually explicit content as Claire slowly grows and learns from her spouse that it’s okay to express what she wants despite sex being a taboo issue. If there’s enough interest in the story, I’ll post it, but I worry it’s a little too niche for there to be many people into it.
Pastor Carter and Doctor Trent are one of my favorite rare pair ships. I’ve had a partial draft for a story about them for a few years now, especially focusing on Trent growing up and acknowledging that he has an unhealthy addiction for things that he knows he can’t have. There are some more adult/sexual themes in this piece, too, including the main character lusting after a married woman (who also happens to be his patient) and some lemons. (Does anyone call it that anymore or is it just referred to as “smut” nowadays? Haha) I always feel so bad for neglecting the folks at the clinic in-game and wanted to write a piece that focused more on them, Trent specifically. It’s a multi-chap fic, but I don’t think I’m going to let it get as long as some of my other pieces.
I also really want to write a short romantic oneshot for every marriage candidate in Mineral Town, around 1,000 words each. So far, I have one for Cliff and one for Gray. I want to write Claire with everyone, because I think it would be fun to explore all the different personalities.
I have more installments planned for A Single Day, including a day in the life of the following characters, all with drafts in varying degrees of progress:
Anna
Doug
Nora (yes, I’m writing from the point of view of the cat living at the inn)
More to come – I think Lillia and Thomas would be especially interesting to explore
I do still have that Legend of Zelda Majora’s Mask piece I’ve been pondering where Link befriends the soul of the deku scrub child while possessed by the mask. I don’t have much written about it, but I really love the world of Majora’s Mask. Such a fun game.
I also think about the lead carpenter’s son in Ocarina of Time and that weird side quest involving the blue chicken and the son being lost to the forest. Then that unique-looking kokiri girl explaining that all who get taken in the lost woods become stalfos. Like, did the guy die? Was he sick? Did he want to die? There’s just so much going on there that would be fun to explore.
I also have played OMORI recently and have like… A LOT of feelings about it. I don’t know what I’d write, but I’m still damn impressed at how well the characters are developed in such a short game.
Other games I’ve had vague ideas about writing for include the following:
The Flame in the Flood: I’m thinking a survivalist/action story fleshing out Scout’s backstory a bit more and her thoughts as she’s traveling. I feel like she’s a very lonely person, but isn’t given the chance to really dwell on it.
Night In the Woods: I’d love to write more about Mae’s dreams and what they mean to her. She doesn’t really talk to anyone about them openly, so it’s really hard to tell her feelings about them in some regards. We know that she’s distressed about them, but I’d like to dive a little deeper. Do the nightmares end after the games does? What about Bea’s new nightmares?
Hades (Supergiant Games): I think it would be fun to write more about the events that take place before the game starts, like Zagreus’s duties in the house of Hades, and expand on the strained relationship with his father.
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