Mending Rune of Perfect Order, Mending Rune of the Fell Curse, and Mending Rune of the Death-Prince.
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✨𝙈𝙖𝙣𝙖𝙘𝙡𝙚𝙙✨
▷I finished reading Manacled for the first time last weekend…and it was a lot to process!! lol I definitely understand why it’s one of the top Dramione fanfics—the writing and character arcs are incredible.
▷I had so many thoughts while reading—sad, mad, annoyed, exhausted, etc and if a story can stick with you long after you’ve finished it then it’s a great story
▷One thing that I was fascinated with was the runes mentioned/used. They had a Norse/Scandi origin and when I researched further I found another rune that wasn’t mentioned but I thought represented Draco—Tiwaz.
▷This post is my dedication to the runes…
*noted-my headcanon has Hermione mixed/black, sorry not sorry!
@senlinyu
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Finished this little one-shot bc I listened to the song Dress by Charlotte Sands which inspired me to write Sirius in a red dress. Also saw @industrations Remus in a silk dress sketch and then read @kaaaaaaarf soft like silk chiffon which was chef’s kiss and I wanted to explore a bit of wolfstar sm*t.
First time writing from Remus’ pov pls be kind this is also not beta’d yet but it was fun!
Dress read full thing on ao3!
Wolfstar. 2k. One shot. Sirius in a red dress and boots AND pigtails geesh (thanks @waxingrunes for basically giving me all the ideas with your art 🫶🏼) nsfw. EXPLICIT. Don’t read if you’re not comfy.
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Remus thinks he might just explode in his pants if he takes another glance at Sirius dancing in that dress. A slinky little number that hits him at midthigh, deep red, with dainty straps made of lace and a sweetheart neckline. His long pale legs are adorned in knee-high, red-heeled boots. The man looks completely edible. Fuckable. Sirius moves to the beat of the music as if his body was created with this specific tune in mind. He’s all grace and elegance, his hips swaying as the dress rides up, up up. He throws his head back, pigtails held back with red ribbon, swaying as he moves, his mouth open in a wide, devilish smirk. He’s got so many eyes on him from all sides of the crowded room, but he’s only looking in one direction.
Remus sits at the bar, elbow bent, his hand supporting his head while he takes a break from dancing, with Regulus sitting next to him. He’s gritting his teeth, jaw clenched, as Sirius raises a perfect eyebrow at him and licks the pouty upper lip with a tongue that Remus is very familiar with. He watches as his boyfriend runs his hands down his body, slowly, all the while holding his gaze. Remus is gripping onto his drink so tight; that he thinks it might shatter in his hands. He’s completely hypnotized as Sirius takes a black polished finger and pulls at his bottom lip. He can barely make out the tattoo there from his spot, but he knows what the ink on his inner lip reads. He’s sucked on that specific spot too many times to count. Tattooed in a traditional style font. The word Daddy. He swallows heavily as his cock twitches in his trousers, and he shifts in his seat.
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