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WORKING ON. i'll never unlearn you.
🪶 ────── ✶ remus lupin .
͏THE HOUSE OF RISING SUN 🌼 long series. wips.
͏i'll never unlearn you 🎸 oneshot. july 2025.
no. 1 party anthem 🎙️ drabble. 3 .2k words.

🪶 ────── ✶ sirius black .
we just shared a bed 🛏️ drabble. wips.

🪶 ────── ✶ james potter .
strawberries and his boyish grin 🍓 drabble. wips.

🪶 ────── ✶ moonwater .
͏DEAD MEN TELL NO TALES 🏴☠️ short series. wips.
the way you hold my name between your teeth 🌳 oneshot. wips.

🪶 ────── ✶ marauders .
͏AND THEY WERE ROOMMATES 🏙️ fic show. wips.
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poly!relationships + barty crouch jr
masterlist • the marauders • 03/27/25
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wolfstar
𑣲 sirius’ admirer I @ellecdc
𑣲 hurt/comfort request I @/ellecdc
𑣲 jealous!wolfstar I @/ellecdc
𑣲 running late I @/ellecdc
𑣲 insecurities in relationship part 2 I @/ellecdc
𑣲 request I @/ellecdc
𑣲 drunk!wolfstar I @/ellecdc
𑣲 broken bowls and hearts I @/ellecdc
𑣲 potter!reader I @/ellecdc
𑣲 reasons why treasure should be allowed to date black & lupin I @/ellecdc
𑣲 what have we done? part 2 I @/ellecdc
𑣲 no games I @annabelinlove
You were injured by some Slytherins and the boys worry for you.
𑣲 lunar possession I @jasmines-library
𑣲 meant to be I @sun-kissy

moonwater
𑣲 cancelled plans I @/ellecdc
𑣲 best friends with barty I @/ellecdc
𑣲 parents (moonwaterkiller) I @/ellecdc
𑣲 potter!reader I @/ellecdc

jegulus
𑣲 plays keeper for slytherin I @/ellecdc
𑣲 shy!reader I @/ellecdc
𑣲 swapped ties I @/ellecdc

darksun
𑣲 blackcat!reader I @/ellecdc
𑣲 the hazards of hiccoughs I @/ellecdc
who falls for one of James' pranks by accident
𑣲 spiked woes and revenge I @/ellecdc

deathstar
𑣲 alls fair in love and chaos part 2 part 3 I @/ellecdc
soulmate au, everyone's soulmate's initials become visible on their wrist when the last person in the bond 'comes of age'. As luck would have it, and much to everyone's horror; it appeared that you, Barty Crouch Junior, and Sirius Black were soulmates

prongsfoot
𑣲 *chanting* one of us I @/ellecdc

barty crouch jr
𑣲 pretend boyfriend I @/ellecdc
𑣲 potter!reader I @/ellecdc
𑣲 first time I @/ellecdc
𑣲 request I @/ellecdc
𑣲 potter!reader I @/ellecdc
𑣲 potter!reader I @/ellecdc
𑣲 potter!reader I @/ellecdc
𑣲 falls asleep in his arms I @/ellecdc
𑣲 the alchemy I @/ellecdc
𑣲 always there I @/ellecdc
𑣲 serene living I @heaven4lostgirls
Barty Crouch Jr loves his girlfriend, Y/N Y/L/N loves their boyfriend and after a little conversation Barty gets a little jealous.
𑣲 what about us? I @/heaven4lostgirls
𑣲 the boy i knew I @unconventional-lawnchair

bartylus
𑣲 you too, silly I @crescenthistory
When your two best friends fall in love and make it official, you try to be happy for them despite your heartbreak. When they keep flirting with you, though, things grow complicated.

rosekiller
𑣲 request I @ervotica
𑣲 the windows looking real nice I @/ellecdc
𑣲 request I @/heaven4lostgirls
Barty and Evan are dating already and they slowly start to incorporate reader into their relationship and before they realize it they’re basically in love with her

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oh my god after MONTHS tomorrow i'm going to eat dumplings again i'm so happy 😭
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𓇿 ۪ ⠀ MARS ㅤ⋆ ㅤ﹙ s.her xx ﹚ mlist & latest.
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writing? oh, i’m definitely writing. in my head. during the most inconvenient times. like in the shower or when i’m about to fall asleep. actual typing? no, no, we don’t do that here.
#🍵 : musings#i've been head writing lately#specially when i'm so tired i could fall asleep on my way home in the bus#aksjdshd
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Masterlist:

(please check my navigation post to see if requests are open) please read my guidelines before submitting a request! ~I don't always work very fast - please keep this in mind~

Sirius Black Remus Lupin James Potter Regulus Black Barty Crouch Jr
reader centric|shipless fics
Finnick Odair
Hogwarts Legacy
Peter Parker
Poly!Marauders Poly!Wolfstar Poly!Moonwater Poly!Rosekiller
Other (Marauders Era) Ships Extras NSFW (18+ only)

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oh myGOD????? I LOVE THE HOUSE OF THE RISING SUN TEASER SO MUCH?????? AND MY BIRTHDAY IS MID JULY?????????? W HATTTTTT??????? THIS IS SUCH A WIN
THANK U SO MUCH !!!!!!!!!! i'm really really excited about this big project 🥺🥺 i was really nervous about posting the teaser ngl akfjskd AND YOU BDAY IS IN MID JULY? girl (neutral), if you wanna drop the day in my inbox, i'll make sure a chapter is posted on your bday 🙂↕️🙂↕️

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ㅤㅤㅤTHE HOUSE OF RISING SUN ۶ৎ remus lupin.

it was a sacred tradition, inherent to the wizarding community. sons and daughters, fatherless creatures and motherless children, blood of their blood. in the year of their 11th birthday, every descendant of mages and witches received a long-awaited invitation. you had known this from birth, when spring was just beginning to bloom, drenched in magic and tenderness, smiling with that dangerous grin that mirrored your brother's. remus had heard about it, adventures threaded between his bedtime stories for years, as he hid and learned the cruelty of a world that didn't quite welcome him. the letter from hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry had seemed more like a distant dream than parchment and ink for him.
but it had arrived. real and tangible, smooth and light over the doormat, with the four coloured coat and his full name.
and you too arrived, the first of september, to the hogwarts express, as expected. forever a step behind your twin, forever seven minutes and a half later than him, forever the potter they never acknowledge first. a shadow, softer around the edges, but burning everyone around you—first a flicker of flame, desperately trying to warm up the courage to make friends, but always managing to crack through, as dazzling as the rising sun.
but remus also knew how to still. quiet, calmly, in the margins of his own story. trembling hands, and a deadline every month. carrying his silence like an armor, his presence like a half-told secret that no one was supposed to know about. he was a storm, lonely and angry and fierce, and when he snapped he did with an aching kind of violence. haunted eyes, but gentle soul. a satellite.
he wasn't the moon一he couldn't be, not when its fullness woke up something so terrifically obscure and monstrous within him. so animalistic, so broken.
and still, somewhere between all those years, you managed to slip between the cracks. you saw him, really saw him, from the very first autumn in the school. falling, stumbling, tripping with every passing season, like leaves do with the breeze. falling for him.
you saw him, and you didn't look away. it scared him the ease with which you did it, almost like breathing. he had faltered. he had flinched. he had even warned you, trying so badly to mark a distance he didn't really want. and then he fell too.
but love had never come easy to remus. his mother had birthed a quiet, happy child, and the beast inside him had raised it, shattering it and making it crumble to nothing, month after month, until he couldn't even face a mirror. until he realized you persisted. month after month, too, a gentle reminder of a broken compass and daisy petals, through curfews and never ending corridors, silent hours at the library and free summer afternoons.
so he looked back. he met your gaze, every single time, in complete secrecy, in benevolent compliance. gravitating around you, following each galilean word plastered in those muggle books. remus allowed himself to feel the vulnerability of something as fragile and beautiful as a daisy pressed between the pages of a worn book, and he let it consume him.
throughout the years, throughout the following autumns, he never regretted looking back, for he had desired to die once or twice or more, but turning towards you was always worth the living. getting to witness something as undoing as you, in the comfort of his nursery bed, in the stillness of a moonless night, in the realms of an impending war… it was always worth it.
even if sometimes fate seemed to enjoy melting the worth of freedom into burnt wings and an aching heart.
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loving is easy
Remus Lupin x fem!reader ✩ 4.3k words
summary: Being friends with idiots is hard. how long will it take them to realise you and Remus are dating? or a series of events where you become progressively more obvious.
cw: fluff, steamy makeout towards the end but no smut, established relationship
Somewhere between late night study sessions and early morning conversations, you fell in love. To your amazement Remus fell in love with you too, his honeyed words and soft touches taking on a new meaning. What started as quiet, timid affection bloomed into an all consuming devotion. Happy and safe.
At the start, you both decided to keep it quiet, nurture it by yourselves with no interruption. But time has a way of slipping past unnoticed, and now the two of you are in deep, and no one else has caught on. It’s not as if you’re hiding, exactly; you and Remus just prefer the intimacy of privacy. And honestly, there’s a quiet thrill in watching how long it takes your friends to figure it out.
The great hall.
The smell of toast and tea lingers in the air as you trudge through the double doors of the Great Hall, hair still mussed from sleep and jumper slightly askew. It’s far too early for the kind of noise James Potter is making, voice echoing off the high stone walls as he waves his hands dramatically about something you don’t have the energy to decipher.
“…and I told her, I don’t care if you hexed my quill, I’m still not going to that—”
He cuts off mid-sentence, eyes flicking past Sirius to you. His mouth snaps shut like a trap. Sirius glances behind him, curious about what could possibly silence James of all people.
You offer a sleepy wave as you shuffle closer, barely catching the way Remus’ head lifts from his folded copy of the daily prophet. His gaze finds you instantly. A slow smile tugs at his mouth, and his shoulders visibly relax, as if just seeing you settled something in him.
“Morning,” you murmur, sliding onto the bench beside him, bumping your knee lightly into his under the table. He shifts just slightly, his hand coming to rest on your thigh in a gentle squeeze, grounding and familiar. You hide a small, content smile behind your cup of tea.
Across the table, Sirius raises an eyebrow over his plate of eggs. “You look like you got hit by a bus.”
You open your mouth to retort, but Remus beats you to it, not even looking up from his paper. “Leave her alone, Pads. Some of us don’t spend an hour in front of the mirror every morning.”
Sirius scoffs, flicking a crumb at him. “Jealousy is a disease, Lupin.”
James is still watching you—narrowed eyes, brow slightly furrowed, as if he’s trying to do complex equations in his head. You glance his way, and he startles like he’s been caught.
“You alright?” he asks, eyes flicking briefly to Remus, then back to you. “You look—well, not great.”
You blink at him over your tea. “Cheers, James.” you deadpan, “I’m just tired.”
He opens his mouth to say more, maybe apologize, but Lily slides onto the bench beside you with a rustle of parchment and the kind of purpose only she can manage this early in the morning.
“Did you start the Transfiguration essay yet?” she asks, nudging your elbow meaningfully. “Because McGonagall will have your head if it’s late again.”
You groan, resting your temple against your palm. “Started it, yeah. Finished it? Not even close.”
Lily sighs, long-suffering but fond. “Library after lunch.”
You nod, and the two of you slip into an easy rhythm—first the essay, then weekend plans for Hogsmeade. Remus stays quiet beside you, content to listen, a soft, knowing smile pulling at the corners of his lips.
At some point, without saying anything, he sets his paper aside and starts assembling a plate. Two slices of toast, a spoonful of marmalade, a soft-boiled egg, a handful of your favourite fruit. He doesn’t announce it or fuss, just places it gently in front of you, brushing a few stray crumbs off your sleeve with ease.
By then, James and Sirius have resumed their conversation, judging by the rising volume. Lily spots Slughorn across the way and excuses herself with a quick goodbye, already halfway across the room before you can respond.
You turn back to your tea, only to pause. The plate of food wasn’t there before but it’s exactly what you would’ve gotten for yourself. Toast arranged neatly, marmalade on the side. You glance sideways. Remus is already reading again, pretending not to notice your looking.
Under the table, your hand finds his. You link your fingers, gentle and grateful, and when you squeeze, he squeezes back. It’s warm, steady.
You lean in slightly, just enough so he can hear you over the breakfast chatter.
“Thank you,” you murmur, thumb brushing along the back of his hand.
Remus doesn’t answer right away, eyes still on the paper; but the smile tugging at his lips is unmistakable. Quiet. Fond. Yours.
“It’s nothing,” he says softly, in a way that means everything.
You open your mouth to say something more, because it's not nothing and Remus is the sweetest boy you know, but Sirius cuts in from across the table, dramatically dropping his fork and fixing Remus with a mock-offended glare.
“Why don’t I ever get breakfast made for me, Moony?” he demands, gesturing wildly at your plate. “You’ve known me longer. I’m charming. Handsome. A delight, really.”
Remus doesn’t even look up. He just turns a page.
“Because you’re a right wanker,” he replies, so evenly it takes a beat to register.
Sirius gasps, clutching his chest like he’s been wounded. “The audacity! James, did you hear that?”
James snorts into his tea. “Hard to miss. He’s not wrong, though.”
“I’m hurt,” Sirius insists, turning to you with wide, dramatic eyes. “He used to be so sweet. So gentle.”
You glance at Remus, one brow raised. “Did he?”
The infirmary.
If Remus had to pinpoint the worst part of the full moon, he doesn't think he could. The way his body is violated and his mind succumbs to bestial madness is high up there. Or maybe it's the way his mind is tormented month-round, collapsing from exhaustion afterwards and being plagued with worry for the next. A vicious, never-ending cycle. This time, he thinks, it's waking up the morning after the full moon.
Though he can tell it was a particularly bad one, it’s not the aches and pains. It’s waking to you, curled in an armchair at his bedside, asleep. Remus hates that you worry so much, that it affects you. Your neck is at an awful angle, and there's a faint crease between your brows, even in sleep.
He exhales, the breath barely more than a rasp, and your lashes flutter in response. You shift, not fully awake at first, and then, like something clicking into place, you sit up straighter, eyes flying open.
"Remus," you say softly, already pushing yourself to your feet and crossing the space between the chair and the bed. Your hands find his arm gently, carefully, as though you're afraid even your touch might hurt. "You're awake."
He tries to offer a weak smile, but it falters before it can fully form. "Unfortunately."
"Don't say that," you murmur, frowning as your hands glide down to check for injuries, the kind that bandages don't always catch.
“I’m fine, dove,” he lies, out of habit more than belief.
You ignore him. “Let me get you some water,” you say, already moving toward the small table where a pitcher and glass had been left. You pour it, return, and sit beside him on the edge of the bed, holding it to him with steady hands.
He accepts it, grateful but quiet, sipping slowly. When he’s finished, you set the glass back on the nightstand with a soft clink.
His brow furrows. “Why are you here?” he asks, voice hoarse but laced with genuine confusion. “You usually come after I’ve woken up.”
You hesitate, brushing a bit of hair away from his damp forehead. “You… woke up early. Just for a little while.”
“I don’t remember that.”
“I know.” Your hand stills against his temple. “It wasn’t for long. James came to get me. Said you were–” You glance away for a moment, mouth tightening. “You were in pain. And saying my name. Over and over. Apparently Sirius and Madam Pomfrey had to hold you down to get a calming draught in you.”
Remus goes still. Shame rolls through him like a fresh wave of fever. He looks away, down at the rough wool blanket, his hands balled in the fabric.
“I’m sorry,” he says quietly, the words bitter on his tongue. “I shouldn’t have– I didn’t mean to wake you. You didn’t have to come.”
“Stop being silly,” you say, almost fondly, but there’s a steel thread beneath it. You reach for his face again, gentle but firm, guiding his gaze back to yours. “Of course I came. You think I’m going to stay in bed while you’re in pain, calling for me?”
He starts to respond, some garbled protest forming in his throat, but you cut it off by leaning forward and pressing a quick, sure kiss to his lips.
It’s warm. Soft. Gone before he can even react.
He blinks at you, stunned.
“I’ll always come,” you say simply, your fingers still resting at the edge of his jaw. “You don’t have to be sorry for needing someone, Remus.”
Silence settles between the two of you.
You don’t say anything, and neither does he. It’s not awkward. shifting just slightly on the mattress, curling one leg up under you, you begin brushing the hair from Remus’ forehead again—gentle, patient sweeps of your fingers, like you have all the time in the world. His hair is still damp with sweat, a little tangled, but you don’t seem to mind. You just keep smoothing it back, over and over, letting him rest in the rhythm of it.
Remus closes his eyes. Not to sleep but just to relax. The silence swells around you, filled only by the quiet sounds of the castle waking up; distant footsteps, the occasional creak of old wood, and your even, steady breaths.
Eventually, his voice slips through the hush, barely more than a whisper. “Where are the others?”
You smile faintly. “James is with Regulus. Doing God knows what. Hopefully sleeping.” You roll your eyes, affection bleeding through the exasperation.
That gets a faint huff of a laugh from Remus, which quickly dissolves into a wince. He presses a hand to his ribs.
“And Sirius?” he asks.
You glance toward the door. “Went to get breakfast. Said you’d need something solid, not just Pomfrey’s apparently sad excuse for toast.”
Just as you say it, the door creaks open and Sirius steps inside, a paper bag tucked under one arm and two cups in his hands. The scent of butter and cinnamon trails in with him.
“Speak of the devil,” you murmur.
Sirius pauses when he sees the two of you. You're still perched on the edge of the bed, one hand resting lightly against Remus’ temple, the other curled in your lap. Remus’ eyes are open now, glassy with exhaustion but softer than they’ve been in days. The two of you are close and something about the look on your faces makes Sirius stop mid-step.
Then he just clears his throat and steps forward, saying nothing about it. “Brought food.”
He places the bag and drinks on the nightstand with uncharacteristic care, glancing once more between the two of you. His gaze lingers on Remus, searching for signs of deeper pain or unease, but seems satisfied by what he finds.
“I’ll leave you to it,” he says softly, stepping back. “See you later, Moons.”
There’s a quiet fondness to it.
“Thanks, Pads,” Remus says, voice rough but genuine.
Sirius nods and slips out the door with barely a sound.
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Sirius finds James exactly where he expects: sprawled on one of the beaten-up sofas in the Gryffindor common room. Less expected is Regulus, curled under James’s arm, head tucked into his shoulder like it’s the most natural thing in the world. James looks half-asleep, fingers lazily combing through Regulus’s hair, while Regulus is clearly pretending he hadn’t just dozed off.
Sirius rolls his eyes. “For Merlin’s sake,” he mutters, stepping over the hearthrug. “Is there something in the Gryffindor water this year? Everyone’s getting domestic.”
Regulus lifts his head just enough to shoot him a glare. “You sound like you’re sixty.”
“And you look like you’re two seconds from sucking your thumb,” Sirius shoots back, dropping down onto the coffee table with a dramatic sigh. He leans forward, elbows on his knees, then looks squarely at James.
“You’ll never guess what I just walked in on.”
James, ever patient when Sirius is in a mood, lifts a brow. “Tell me.”
Sirius jerks his chin toward the entrance of the common room. “Remus is awake. Looks like hell, obviously, but that’s not the point. The point is…” He pauses for dramatic effect, glancing meaningfully between the two of them. “Y/N was there. Sitting right beside him. Touching his face. Whispering. Very softly, I might add.”
James frowns. “So?”
“I’m just saying,” Sirius drawls, “it was very couple-y.”
James lets out a soft laugh and shakes his head. “No way. They’ve been like that for ages, they’re just friends, mate. Remus would’ve told us if they were dating.”
Sirius nods, like that settles it.
Regulus snorts into James’s shoulder.
“What?” Sirius narrows his eyes.
“You two are incredibly dense,” Regulus says without looking up. “They are dating. It’s obvious.”
James and Sirius look at each other, then back at Regulus in perfect unison.
“No offence, Reggie,” Sirius says, raising a brow, “but they’re our friends. I think we’d know.”
“You think you’d know,” Regulus says flatly. “But you don’t. Because Remus is private and stupidly noble, and your friend is just as bad. Do you really think he’s going to announce it over breakfast? What would he even say—‘pass the marmalade, I’m in love’?”
James blinks.
Sirius blinks.
Then they both burst out laughing, as if Regulus is mental.
The black lake.
With the summer months fast approaching, and a week passing since the full moon, the warm weather has called for a relaxing day on the shore of the black lake. You're laid out on a blanket with Remus sat beside you, your head resting on his thigh.
With closed eyes, you can picture the peaceful look on Remus’ face as he reads with his fingers twirling in the ends of your hair.
The sun is warm where it filters through the branches above, casting soft, dappled patterns across your skin. Somewhere behind you, someone splashes into the lake with a shout, followed by a chorus of laughter. But it all feels far away.
You sigh, content, eyes still closed. “If I die right now,” you murmur, “tell Madam Pomfrey I went happy.”
Remus huffs a soft laugh, the vibration of it echoing down through his thigh. “Bit dramatic,” he says, though there’s affection in it.
“Mmm,” you hum, noncommittal. “We’ll see what you say when it happens.”
Another beat of silence. You think he’s gone back to reading–until his fingers pause, then still.
“Everyone’s out of the dorms tonight,” he says casually, “some ravenclaw party, or something.”
You open one eye, peering up at him. “You planning to go?”
Remus shakes his head. “No. I thought maybe… you’d want to come up for a bit. To mine.” His voice dips a little lower. “Just us.”
“I’d love to,” you say simply. “You and me. No interruptions. I’ll finally have you all to myself.”
Remus’s eyes soften. He sets the book aside, turning his full attention to you. “You already have me,” he murmurs.
Your only response is to wiggle your eyebrows suggestively, the grin on your face unmistakably wicked. Remus gives a soft, breathy laugh and shakes his head. “Minx,” he says, voice full of fondness.
You're just about to respond–something equally teasing on the tip of your tongue–when there’s the familiar thunder of approaching footsteps.
Before either of you can move, Sirius throws himself down onto the blanket with a loud oof, landing half across your legs and knocking Remus slightly off balance.
“You’re the worst,” you mutter, even as you’re giggling.
Sirius groans dramatically as you swat at him, your hand smacking against his shoulder with no real force.
“You love it,” Sirius replies, grinning like the absolute menace he is.
Before you can retaliate with some biting remark, a familiar voice calls out from behind.
“Y/N!” Lily’s voice rings clearly through the warm air, her red hair catching the sunlight as she approaches. “You coming to the greenhouses? Marlene’s already started without us and Dorcas is claiming all the best pots.”
You sit up with a groan, shoving Sirius more forcefully this time. He rolls onto the grass with a theatrical oomph that earns an eye-roll from Remus.
“On my way!” you call back to Lily, brushing grass off your legs. You turn to Remus, eyes softening, your hand brushing his wrist. “Later?”
He nods, that quiet little smile playing on his lips. “Later.”
Sirius waves lazily from the blanket, still lounging, and you hear him shout a cheerful “See you later, Y/N!”
The two of you start walking toward the greenhouses, and once you’re out of sight, Sirius suddenly sits up. Remus catches the shift in his mood, the way he straightens, a more serious look crossing his features.
Then, as if deciding to finally ask whatever's been on his mind, he looks at Remus, his voice quieter than usual. "You two are friends, right?" he asks, a slight edge of curiosity in his tone.
Remus, who’s watching you walk away, doesn’t hesitate. "Yeah. Of course." He’s telling the truth, you might be his girlfriend but you were his friend first and you're his best friend now.
There’s a brief pause, and Sirius nods slowly. He makes a soft sound, tapping his fingers absently on the grass, clearly stewing in his thoughts. Remus knows he’s trying to find the right words, the ones that aren’t too blunt but also get at whatever Sirius is really thinking. After another long stretch of silence, Remus sighs, deciding to make it easier.
“Spit it out, Pads. You're not very tactful.”
Sirius huffs a small laugh, a little awkwardly, before shifting on the blanket. He rubs the back of his neck, clearly conflicted. “I was just thinking,” he starts, “You… fancy her, don’t you?”
The question hits Remus like a sharp poke to the ribs. He looks over at Sirius, surprised at the bluntness, then immediately thinks Oh. He can’t help but chuckle lightly, thinking Sirius has finally put it all together–that he and you are already together.
“Well, yeah,” he says nonchalantly, his gaze drifting back to you. “I do.”
Sirius, however, just stares at him for a moment, blinking in confusion. “You… do?” He asks slowly, his brows furrowing in disbelief. “So, why are you not doing anything about it? Do you need help telling her?”
Remus freezes for a second, eyes narrowing. The warmth in his chest from the thought of you is still there, but now it comes with a pinch of amusement. He opens his mouth to respond, but then quickly closes it. Sirius really has no clue, does he? Remus can’t help but laugh softly, shaking his head.
“I don’t need help, Pads,” Remus says, his voice an easy mix of affection and slight exasperation.
Sirius scoffs, “If this is some mopey werewolf bullshit, I don't want to hear it. You deserve to be happy, Moony.”
“I am happy,” Remus stresses, “I’ve done all I need to.” he nods at Sirius, hoping that the boy can read between the lines.
“Okay.” Sirius sighs.
The dormitory.
The evening sun casts its last golden rays over the horizon as the two of you find yourselves alone in the quiet of Remus's dorm room. The noises of the day have faded to a dull hum, and it’s just the two of you now–no distractions, no interruptions.
Remus’ heated touch is wandering, hands gripping whatever part of you he can get to. His mouth is warm on your neck, doting but rough, anything else you were thinking of doing tonight quickly erased from your mind. One of your hands is buried in his hair while the other drifts upwards to his neck and jaw.
“Rem,” you sigh, breathless and lightly pulling his hair to move his mouth upwards.
A breathy laugh comes out of him, before he captures your mouth with his own. You sigh into his mouth, and he takes it gladly, his hands moving down to your hips shifting you closer in his lap. His eager kissing is warm, acting like a man starved.
You shift your hips, wanting to be closer, feeling him against you. It elicits a groan from one of you, that gets swallowed between you. Remus’ grip on your hips becomes firmer, working to guide you in your efforts grinding against him, and your moans become more frequent for it.
“Fuck,” he pants, pulling back to look up at you, his grip on you not faltering. He shifts a hand to toy with the hem of your top. “Can I take this off?”
“Please.” you reply breathless and he smiles at you planting a kiss to the corner of your mouth before moving your shirt up and over your head.
Remus moves in again, his mouth mean as it skims across the top of your breasts. It's bliss.
Neither of you notice the door opening until a scandalised gasp echoes through the room. “Bloody hell!” James squeals, immediately throwing a hand over his eyes and turning around so fast he nearly maims himself on the doorframe. “I’m blind! I didn’t need to see that!”
Remus scrambles to wrap a blanket around your shoulder as you shift to move off his lap. Once the blanket is secured, Remus’ hands grip your waist tightly and he looks at you, eyes pleading, begging you not to move.
Sirius lingers in the doorway, eyebrows shooting straight into his hairline as a wicked grin stretches across his face. “Well, well, well,” he whistles, arms crossing as he leans casually against the frame. “When you said you’d done all you need to, I didn’t think you meant you were shagging her. I thought you were a gentleman, Moony.”
Remus, who’s gone a shade redder than any of the Gryffindor banners, pulls the blanket tighter around your shoulders and groans. “Can you both just– piss off?!” His voice cracks halfway through the sentence, and he sounds more desperate than angry.
You stifle a laugh against his shoulder, only mildly mortified but mostly amused.
Remus shoots Sirius a glare, ears flushed pink. “That–that was me telling you she’s my girlfriend, you sod.”
There’s a long pause.
Then, in perfect unison, James–still hiding behind his hand–and Sirius both shout;
“What?!”
“Alright, alright,” you interrupt, amusement clear in your voice despite the heat in your cheeks. You’re still tucked against Remus, the blanket barely doing its job, and your shirt’s rumpled on the bed behind you. “This is really fun, guys, but could you maybe turn around so I can put my shirt back on?”
James lets out a garbled sound still shielding his eyes. Sirius sighs but obliges.
“What the fuck,” Sirius mutters, and James echoes it softly, bewildered and still shell-shocked.
You grin as you press a quick kiss to Remus’ lips, gentle, grateful, and a little teasing. He’s still beet red, poor thing, but the moment your lips touch his, some of that panic in his eyes melts into warmth.
Then, with a deep breath and no small amount of dignity, you swing your legs off his lap and slip your shirt back on. Remus helps you straighten it without thinking, hands ghosting over your sides like he can’t not touch you, even in the middle of the world’s most embarrassing interruption.
Once decent, you move to sit beside him rather than on top of him, though you don’t go far. Your knees still touch. Always.
“Alright, you can turn around now,” you call lightly, brushing your fingers through your hair.
James turns slowly, eyes still suspiciously squinted like he’s worried he’ll see something scarring again. He takes in the scene, both of you sitting side by side on the bed, fully clothed now but clearly together, Remus still flushed and you not bothering to hide your smug little smile.
“So…” James begins, narrowing his eyes, “when did this start?”
You glance at Remus, who looks as though he’d prefer the full moon over this interrogation.
“Be honest,” Sirius adds, crossing the room to drop dramatically into the armchair by the window. “If you say, like, last week, I will riot.”
Remus sighs, rubbing a hand over his face. “October.”
James blinks. “October last year?”
You nod innocently. “Started with studying. Got a bit… distracting.”
Sirius makes a sound like he’s just been betrayed. “You mean to tell me you two have been together for months and didn’t say anything?”
“It’s not like we were hiding it,” Remus mutters.
James gestures wildly. “You were definitely hiding it!”
You exchange a look with Remus, who just shrugs helplessly.
Sirius groans, dragging a hand down his face as if it's all too much to bear. And then, with the weariness of a man forced to admit defeat, he mutters:
“For fuck’s sake… Reg was right.”
Remus smirks, finally relaxed again. “You gonna be okay, Pads?”
“Absolutely not,” Sirius says, already slumping further into the chair. “You’re disgusting.”
But he’s grinning.
James just shakes his head, still in awe. “Next time, just tell us.”
You reach for Remus’s hand, lacing your fingers together, and smile.
“Where’s the fun in that?”
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#🪶 recs : remus lupin#oh god i'm obsessed w this remus!!!!!#everything here was perfect!!!!!#i'll def come read this again heheheh#love love love everything here#fav trope: oblivious friends + *that* lupin oh yeah 🙂↕️🙂↕️🙂↕️
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hi!! could I play roulette? maybe 18 with poly!marauders? thanks so much 💛
sounds good! thanks for playing <3
poly!marauders x fem!reader who has to cut them off at the bar [1.3k words]
CW: ¹⁸⁾ cutting them off at the bar, drinking and drunkedness, meet-cute/flirting, fluff
You’re wiping down the bar when a figure leans against it. You plaster on your best customer service smile, though you find it falling softer and much more sincere when you’re met with one third of your favourite customers of the night.
The curly headed bloke with round wired frames looks down at the nametag pinned to your shirt before trying it on for size, the end of your name turning up in a question as he smiles at you. “Did I get that right?”
“You did.” You smile politely. “What can I get for you?”
He falters slightly, but soldiers on as he steals a glance over his shoulder. “My name is James; the tall bloke there is Remus, and the long-haired bloke who’s leaning heavily against him? That’s Sirius.” He explains, gesturing towards the booth the two men were occupying.
The taller man – Remus – somehow looks both thoroughly exasperated and entirely smitten as Sirius all but shouts at him about something or other. Clearly too loud for basically sitting right on top of his companion, and loud enough that you can hear his voice from across the bar, but not quite loud enough for you to hear the words over the bar’s music.
“We may have been indulging him this evening by letting him frequently come up to the bar to flirt with the pretty server,” he pauses to smirk as you flush at the compliment, “but now he’s rather insolent and insisting on another round or five.”
“I see…” You allow, keeping your gaze on the glass in your hand instead of ogling the booth of men as you had been all evening now that one patron of said booth is standing in front of you. “You’ve cut him off.”
“Well, you see, about that,” James chuckles, leaning further onto the bar on his elbows, arms crossed which emphasises his already very impressive arms. You swallow thickly and turn your gaze back down to the already clean glass, wondering if you don’t notice a small flash of recognition on James’ face, “he’s decided that Rem and I are ‘no fun sacks of shite’ and just trying to thwart his efforts on ‘wooing the pretty server’.”
You chuckle which elicits one out of James, too. “That’s quite rude of you two.”
“Yeah, well, Sirius would agree with you.” He grumbles, though he hardly sounds disgruntled when he turns to share a smile with Remus who has a petulant Sirius sprawled across his lap. “Now, we think he might be at the point of no reason when it comes from his boyfriends,”
The sentence lingers for a moment, as though James is giving you a chance to react. You had been quite certain the boys were in some sort of romantic relationship with each other, what with their affectionate treatment of one another throughout the course of the night. Of course three of the most attractive blokes you’ve ever seen would be together. But each of them gave you a slight indication (or the utter delusion) that they had been flirting with you.
And then James had come over here talking about Sirius ‘flirting with the pretty server’ and, well, you’d gotten your hopes up. But of course Sirius would be taken; two times over, apparently.
“-but, we think he may be more easily persuaded to call it a night if the pretty server whose number he's been trying to get told him it was time to go home.”
A surprised and perhaps slightly confused laugh bubbles out of you. “But…if you’re both with him, why would he want my number?”
You swear the rosiness in James’ cheeks from the drinks in his system deepens as he shifts his weight from one foot to the other. “Well, maybe it wasn’t just Sirius who was trying to get the pretty server's number.”
You spend too long smiling at the bloke’s bashfulness to respond before a breathless Sirius appears beside him, regardless of the fact that the booth isn’t far enough away to have run out of oxygen on his way over.
“James! How long does it take to- to get another round, mate?” He stutters, shooting you what you suspect he thinks is a charming smile that falls somewhere closer to the endearingly toothy grin of an excited dog.
Remus winces, offering you an apologetic yet hopeful smile as James widens his eyes at you pointedly.
“Actually, handsome, I was just telling James here that I might have to call it for the night.” You scrunch your nose sympathetically, watching Sirius’ eyes light up at handsome and subsequently fall at call it.
“Call it? What? Why? No, don’t call it; call what? What are we calling? Why are we calling it?”
Remus looks like he’s about to start consoling Sirius in a manner that most parents use to console their fussy toddlers, but you make a show of looking over your shoulder as if confirming that no one around was listening.
“Listen, I’m technically not supposed to serve the same group after a certain number of times, but you guys were really cute, so I may have broken the rules. Unfortunately, the boss is onto me, so I can’t serve you guys anymore, otherwise I’ll get fired.”
It’s a lie; the boss isn’t here, and you’re free to serve people an appropriate amount and cut them off when you feel the moment calls for it, but Sirius doesn’t seem to register much else other than the fact that you called them cute.
“We don’t want to get the pretty server fired, do we, Sirius?” Remus placates then, brushing a broad hand up and down Sirius’ back that fills you with an ache of want.
But, if James thinks you’re pretty, and Remus thinks you’re pretty, and Sirius thinks you’re pretty…well, then maybe…
“How about” you start, releasing some receipt paper from the machine and grabbing your pen “you guys call it a night, and message me tomorrow if you’re still up to chatting?”
You hardly have a moment to hold out your number before Sirius is ripping it out of your hands and holding it above his head like a trophy.
“I did it! I got her number!”
James, for his part, smiles and claps as if he didn’t just circumvent this whole ordeal, and Remus smiles as he pulls Sirius safely into his side as the long-haired man starts to sway.
“Awesome job, bubs. That’s perfect, we’ll message her tomorrow, yeah?”
Sirius’ face falls again. “What? No! Why? We should message her tonight.”
“She told us to message her tomorrow, Pads. We don’t want to come off as desperate.”
“But we do want to come off as eager, Moons! It’s called taking initiative.”
“It’s called sobering up before you make an arse of yourself.” Remus deadpans in response, sharing a knowing look with you over the top of Sirius’ head as he begins to usher him towards the door.
“Gosh, you’re an angel.” James groans appreciatively, reaching across the bar to squeeze your hand as he smiles widely at you. “Thank you. And if we're successful, you should be hearing from us tomorrow.”
“And if you’re unsuccessful?” You ask James as he backs away, keeping his eyes on you as he narrowly misses tables and patrons whilst following his boyfriends out of the bar by sound alone.
“Then you’ll be hearing from us tonight!”
The rest of your shift drags on, but the night does finally come to a close.
You leave work to an onslaught of messages of varying levels of legibility from one number, a single message from another number that reads “I’m SO sorry about him, dove. Feel free to ignore him, we’ll do some damage control in the morning. Have a good night x” And finally, a message from a third number that simply reads “thank you again, angel!!”
#🪶 recs : poly!marauders#omg i'm obsessed with this concept#all of it is just perfect and endearing and cute and it makes me so giddy akjsdhksd#i need moooooore kasjdkas
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The Trap
Duke!Sirius Black x wife!reader who is being pressured to produce an heir [1.8k words]
synopsis: amalgamation of prompts by @captainsbuckie & @girlyidek for some royal au/arranged marriage trope. There pressure is on in the Black estate and Sirius tells someone to get away from his wife
CW: afab!reader, arranged marriage, reader thinks Sirius doesn't care for her much, reader is struck, abuse, brief mention of blood, angst with a happy ending & hurt/comfort

You’re beginning to realize you’ve done something terribly wrong by ending up confined in a room with your mother-in-law, but it appears to be too late for anything to be done other than to ask Pandora to please fetch the two of you a tea service.
Pandora, for her part, holds your eye contact as she offers you a polite curtsy before she slips out of the parlour room Walburga Black has sequestered the two of you in.
The trap is set.
You hadn’t been entirely pleased at the prospect of being married off, let alone married off into the infamous Black family, but other than the fact that you think you might have preferred to marry for love, you had to admit that life with – or, rather, alongside – Sirius really wasn’t all that bad.
He was polite enough; he provided you with your own wing of the estate, you had your own staff which you had been able to choose for yourself, you never wanted for anything, and save for the first night spent together to keep up appearances of “consummating” your marriage, he really never asked you for anything. A good show was put on in public, and sometimes his lingering touches and his soft lips left you thinking you might not mind if he did ask you for more…
But you are rather content, all things considered.
Walburga doesn’t seem to appreciate that.
“My son has you set up quite nicely here, doesn’t he?” She asks, the question sounding an awful lot like a trick as she walks the perimeter of the room examining the bookshelves; every click of the matriarch’s heels against the marble tiles echoes like the jaws of a bear trap inching closer and closer together.
“It’s a lovely home, madame.” You agree with a gentle bow of your head.
She hums in agreement as she pauses in front of the large window – a click – looking out at the grounds as staff begin their task of reviving the gardens after a long winter.
“A lovely home, a lovely life, a lovely environment.” She muses, craning her neck to look at you though her body remains pointing to the window. “A woman should have no problem falling pregnant under such…comfortable circumstances.”
Another click.
“Perhaps, yes.” You agree noncommittally; gaze flitting towards the door as though Pandora might magically appear and save you from the titanium teeth baring down on your neck.
“Perhaps?” Walburga asks, voice rising a few octaves as she officially turns her body and makes to slowly cross the room.
Click, click, click.
“You’ve been seen by a physician recently, yes?”
“Yes.” You admit, voice barely above a whisper.
“Yes.” Walburga agrees theatrically. “Yes, I know that you have; I’ve spoken to them. Apparently, my dear, there’s nothing that should be stopping you from falling pregnant. So what, exactly, is the issue?”
“There’s no issue, madame.” You try, aiming for as undaunted as you could possibly manage whilst counting at least two more clicks.
“There better not be,” she hisses – any air of feigned cordiality officially gone – as she storms towards you. Click, click, click. “Because you were brought here for one reason and one reason only, and if you do not provide this family with an heir I can think of a number of ways to rid this house of you.”
You swallow thickly, eyes dropping to where her witch-like finger was pointed at your trachea. “Have you spoken to your son, Walburga?”
Walburga, for her part, actually sucks in a breath and takes a step away from you. “This isn’t about my son, you insolent little witch.” She sneers. “This is about you and about what you’re meant to do. And you are meant to be producing heirs for this noble and most ancient house!”
The end of her sentence crescendos in time with your heart careening up into your throat; each you punctuated by a jab of her perfectly manicured finger into the soft tissue just beneath your shoulder.
“Walburga I am going to ask you to keep your hands off of me.” You declare with your most severe tone, wondering if (and hoping that) the breathy, panicked quality of your voice is only imagined.
“How dare you speak to me in such a manner!” She wails. “In my - house.”
With this, the trap finally snaps; jaws clamping shut around your neck.
A white hot pain flashes across the right side of your face and before you can make sense of what has happened, you’re cowering away from your mother-in-law as you cradle your cheek with a shaky hand.
You register shouting, but you’re quite sure it’s not yours and it’s certainly not Walburga’s.
Suddenly, Pandora’s hand is on your shoulder and Sirius’ voice is commanding the room. You’re not sure what was said when he first entered the room, but his next words are unmissable.
“Get away from my wife.” He growls as he stalks into the centre of the room, putting himself between you and his mother; you try to stand at attention despite Pandora’s quiet sound of protest.
“Sirius, how n-” Walburga starts calmly, smoothing out her dress skirts. Sirius doesn’t give her a chance to finish.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing here?” Sirius demands; the sentence which is meant to be a question ringing more like a threat.
“I am here,” Walburga bites back, “to figure out why there has been no progress in providing this family with a suitable heir.”
You’re somewhat expecting Sirius to turn the conversation onto you, so the words that end up leaving his mouth find you speechless.
“When and how I fuck my wife is no one’s business but mine and hers.” He hisses; the only movement from your husband is a subtle twitch of his jaw at the affronted look that takes over Walburga’s face.
“If you have an issue with the way that I am running this house, you speak to me. And the next time you speak to me will be via letter, because you are no longer welcome on this property.” He proclaims, turning towards Remus and James who had stormed in here with him. “See her out, please.”
“This is my house!” Walburga wails indignantly, trying to dodge James’ outstretched hand as he reaches for her elbow.
“This was your house, mother.” Sirius spits in return as Remus manages to restrain Walburga by her other arm. “But you made the mistake of outliving your husband.”
Walburga shouts and hollers the entire time she’s being escorted out of the room and, assumingly, off of the estate as a whole; James and Remus the unlucky audience to her theatrics as they see to the escorting.
You vaguely compute words exchanged between Pandora and Sirius before someone slips out of the room and closes the door behind them.
You're surprised to look up and find Sirius staring at you with a gutted look on his face.
“Are you alright?” He murmurs softly, though he doesn’t give you a chance to respond as he approaches you. “I’m so sorry.”
You go to shake your head but find that even the act of blinking stings.
“Are you alright?” He asks again; voice such a stark contrast from the venomous tone he took with his mother as he gently brings his hands up to each side of your jaw, tilting your face to scrutinise it.
“I’m alright.” You agree, mostly because you’re not sure what to make of the distress painting Sirius’ face, only that you want it to go away. “I’m sorry, I-”
“You have nothing to apologise for.” Sirius insists, a hint of agitation making itself home in his tone though you get the sense that it’s not at your expense.
One of his hands disappears from your jaw in favour of pulling out the handkerchief from his pocket before gently dabbing your cheek bone. The white material comes back bloody.
“Oh…”
“I’m sorry,” he murmurs quickly, “you’re alright. Are you alright?”
“I’m alright, but-”
“You’re alright.” He parrots as though trying to convince himself of it, too. “It’s those bloody gaudy rings of hers; she nicked me once, too.”
He tries to offer you a sad smile as he says this which emphasises a small, crescent moon shaped scar above his lip; evidence of some such gaudy rings however many Walburga-sized temper tantrums ago.
“I’m sorry.” Is all you can think to say.
“I’ll consider accepting your apology if you can tell me what you’ve done that’s so horrid.” He muses as he frowns at the likely very minor cut to your face.
“I’ve ruined your handkerchief.” You bemoan, surprising Sirius enough to force his eyes away from your cheek.
He's looking at you as though you’ve grown three heads. “That wretched old hag came in here, insulted you, struck you, and you think I’m worried about a piece of cloth that I keep in my pocket for moments not entirely unlike this very one?”
You’re saved from having to respond by Pandora reentering the room; a tray with various medical supplies, a bowl of ice, and a pot of tea with two cups in her hands.
“Thank you. I’ve got it from here.” Sirius dismisses Pandora who offers the two of you a final curtsy before she exits the room again.
“I really am okay, Your Grace.” You murmur as Sirius encourages you to lower yourself onto the settee; him forgoing furniture altogether and simply kneeling on the rug before you.
His movements stutter so briefly that you have half a mind to believe you imagined it before he’s using a damp wipe to clean your wound.
“I’m your husband, love,” he murmurs, his nose and cheeks pinking slightly as he remains dedicated to your wound care, “for better or for worse, I think you can call me Sirius, yeah?”
If he continues calling you love, you think you’ll call him whatever he wants you to. You don’t tell him that, though.
“Yeah.” you agree on an exhale. “Yeah I- erm, I’m okay, Sirius.”
The first honest smile since he arrived teases the corner of Sirius’ lips as he fastens medical tape to your cheek. “She’s very lucky that you are.”
With this, he leans in to press the gentlest of kisses to the space just below your cut. The action, the kiss; both so gentle it nearly burns and sees tears welling in your eyes.
You think, perhaps, that whilst you didn’t get to marry for love, you might just find yourself falling in love with who you married.
#🪶 recs : sirius black#utterly OBSESSED#oh my fucking god#THE MOMENT HE SAID *MY WIFE*#I WAS GONE#DECEASED#A PUDDLE ON TH EFLOOR#i kindly ask for a second part#only if you're entirely up to do it#wouldn't want to impose or even rush talent#it was so tender the intimacy of sirius helping her clean the wound on her face raaaaaaaaah#amazing truly breathtaking#thank u for this one author <333
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am i the only one completely obsessed with the vision of poly!wolfstar x reader as shadowhunters au?
and i'm not even talking about the film, or the tv show with all its demons and drama..... i'm talking about 'the infernal devices' type of devoted and heart-wrenching romance.
i'm talking remus finding his comfort place in reader the way jem found tess. understanding, soft, warm, feverish love. i'm talking sirius watching them and feeling jealous—not being able to distinguish from whom, as will did. i'm talking reader feeling so infuriatingly confused by sirius behaviour—he who thinks can't be loved. urgent, secretive, hungry love. and i'm talking wolfstar getting to consume each other in a way only emma carstairs and julian blackthorn did, but burning reader with them.
that kind of story. that kind of love.
#💭 : ideas#wolfstar#wolfstar x reader#poly!wolfstar x reader#marauders fanfic#hp marauders#remus lupin#sirius black
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⠀ ㅤ𓈒 ⠀ 🧭ㅤTHE HOUSE OFㅤ( r. lupinㅤㅤㅤ )ㅤRISING SUN !

⠀ genre.⠀slow-burn long fic, brother's bff2l⠀⠀⠀status.⠀wips ! ⠀ cw.⠀as the story progresses there will appear more mature content, as there inevitably be a war. general warnings are the following: violence and war, mental health issues such as anxiety disorders, chronic depression, low self-steem, ptsd (both from the war and from the black household), inferiority complex, and insecurities; canon characters deaths, abuse and neglect (emotional, internalized homophobia, ableism); grief and loss, identity struggles, classism, prejudices; bullying and queer themes, as well as substance use: alcohol and drugs consumption, smoking. no use of yn.
[⠀author 's note.⠀]⠀⠀happy wednesday and welcome to the house of rising sun! this will take a long while, but it'll be worth it (i hope!). harry potter was the first fandom i got into, and i feel much more comfortable in the marauders side (almost 10 years after i read the books for the first time, i re discovered my passion for magic with the queer 70s gen), so i wanted to pour all my love here, somehow. i won't start posting until june—after i finish my exams and start summer break—but here you have what will be the masterlist. i hope you like it! 🫰🏻
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𝑒𝑠𝑡.⠀september 2025⠀⠀✴︎��⠀dive into the teaser !
🧭๋࣭⭑⠀⠀prologue⠀⠀──⠀⠀summer of 1971 : wips.
⠀first year.
🧭๋࣭⭑⠀⠀one⠀⠀──⠀⠀against all odds : wips.
( more soon ... )

ㅤㅤwith love , © mars. do not copy, translate, repost, share this work as yours on other platforms or feed it to the ai ! 🔭 ˚. ⋆͏
#by.ㅤlupuslupiin 🪶#🧭 : the house of rising sun#📂 : remus lupin#harry potter#the marauders#hp marauders#marauders era#marauders fanfic#marauders x reader#remus#remus lupin#remus x reader#remus x you#remus lupin fic#remus lupin x reader#remus lupin fanfiction
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writes scrumptious beautiful stuffs, taking eng lit + linguistics, is a spanish and currently learning italian, offers me support to learn your sexy language.. girl, are u an angel?
takes and angel to recognise another angel 😉 you tell me, are you an angel??

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baby, you're from Spain??? demmm that's sooo cool, I'm currently learning your language.. on Duolingo😭😭😭 i find it easier compared to the first foreign language that i took which is French BUT it's still hard for an asian like me.. though, i love you. keep on writing darling, I'll devour whatever you posted <33
i am!!!!! kasjdhkjas spanish girlie right here
lots of good luck w duolingo!!!!! i'm doing italian rn!!! as someone that loves learning new languages, the hardest part is memorising vocab (for me). in spanish, i would say the verb tenses. you might find it easier than french because they're similar, so your brain adapts what you learnt w french, as both languages come from latin.
if you ever have any question or want me to explain something, please reach out!!! i'm studying english lit + linguistics and i want to be a teacher, so i might be of help kajsdh thank u so much for your support, really, is means the WORLD i love you toooo!! 🤍🤍🤍
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