A long list of fanfic recommendations for Wolfstar (Sirius Black/Remus Lupin) on Ao3
Each chapter = a different fanfic
[It's going to take a while to get all the fics I've written down uploaded onto this, but I'll get there eventually]
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How fragile we are, between the few good moments emergencymanagement
Words: 24,264 Rating: Teen+
Summary:
By the time it's dark, there's a fire crackling before them. The tent is set up. There are two chairs propped up by the fire. They have cooked and eaten dinner, and they are sitting in silence. It reminds Sirius of the dinners at home after he got sorted into Gryffindor, or after his mother found the letters from his friends, or lately, whenever he dares to show his face around the house at all. What lives in that space isn't actually silence. Silence is absence. This thing that hangs between him and his mother, now between him and Remus, is the presence of something suffocating and cutting. It doesn't serve as a placeholder for noise, it serves as a punishment. It cleaves him to the bone, flays him until he wants to cry. The soft, knotting feeling in his chest he feels when he wants to let tears out but can't is rising in him. Sirius doesn't know how to kill it except to hiss, "Well if you're mad at me just fucking say so."
This fic takes place in the summer of 1976 during the famous drought that swept through the UK, right after the prank, right before Sirius runs away from home.
Title stolen from the poem "Vinegar and Oil" by Jane Hirshfield.
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