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wolfstarsromance · 27 minutes ago
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Sirius and Remus’ first date was underneath a starry sky and don’t you dare say I’m wrong
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amorfatiads · 34 minutes ago
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Is a prophecy a prophecy if there’s no one there to speak it?
When Trelawney dies before she can speak her prophecy, the fate of the wizarding world is forever altered. Voldemort never targets the Potters. There is no boy who lived. There are just dead men in the streets, children cowering under their beds as green light streams through the window, widows weeping at their dinner table, and war – beautiful and terrible. A war that has raged for over a decade. A war with no end in sight. A fate so dark you have no choice but to embrace it.
find the main @amorfatihq.
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inferi-hq · 36 minutes ago
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✰ ― ‘ introducing: augustus rookwood ! ‘
age: twenty-nine blood status: pureblood occupation: department of mysteries affiliation: the death eaters positive traits: up to player negative traits: up to player faceclaim: up to player
✰ ― ‘ associations: aesthetics ! ‘
old marble sculptures with dust covers over them for protection, leather gloves, ‘these violent delights have violent ends’, smashed bottles and bloodied knuckles, loose change scattered across a desk, ‘you’re the devil in disguise’, royal blue and gold, polished shoes, cigarette smoke filled rooms, shelves of potion ingredients, old notebooks.
✰ ― ‘ ministry docier: connections ! ‘
antonin dolohov: best friend and partner in crime sinistra lowe: acquaintance, takes interest in her writing thorfinn rowle: good friend, knows he can be depended on xenophilius lovegood: former housemate, considers him to be odd lyanna rowle: acquaintance, knows not to underestimate her
augustus is currently open for applications !
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beforedawnads · 38 minutes ago
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terror hanging heavy in the air like a smog so thick it chokes the life out of you, oppressive and unending and seeping into all facets of life. everyone has a story — a cousin, a neighbour, the in-laws, the friendly wix behind the counter — a story of someone who disappeared, who turned up dead, who was tortured, or who suddenly started acting off one day.
no one can escape it. not even muggles. pilling on, one thing after the other, one loss after the other and it gets to the point where you wonder, come your turn will there be anyone left to dig you a shallow grave?
                     ITS ALWAYS DARKEST BEFOREDAWN
beforedawnrps is an appless and slight au marauders era rp. set both in hogwarts and hogsmeade with aged up characters, we aim to deal with the impact of voldermort’s reign of terror. set over a backdrop of political turmoil and the ever present dangers of the on going war; the result is a world where the only certain thing is that the sun will set each night and rise each morning without you knowing if you’ll live to see it all happen again.
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mischiefhasbeenmanaged · 45 minutes ago
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Remus: I should tell you crying women make me uncomfortable
Lily: *holding back a sob* then you’re not going to like what’s coming
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an-over-sharer · 48 minutes ago
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rip sirius it’s a shame you couldn’t live a long life with remus love u babes
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potttah · 53 minutes ago
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James: *Walking into transfiguration* sorry I’m late... I was... doing things
*sounds of running footsteps progressively getting louder*
Sirius: *out of breath* HE PUSHED ME DOWN THE BLOODY STAIRS
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lejardindeschats · 55 minutes ago
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June 1977, “the last summer”
It was a few days before summer break, their last break before they would begin their seventh and final year at Hogwarts.
Sirius sat outside, watching his friends as they talked and lay in the sun lakeside.
James lay in the shade, his back against the tree, Lily beside him. He had watched all year as the two grew closer (one grudgingly, the other belatedly.) Now it seemed they couldn't get enough of each other.
Peter sat shoeless by the lake, staring into the blue, rippling water. He hadn't been speaking much the last few days, and Sirius figured he was upset about leaving for the summer- they always felt down around this time of year, knowing they'd have to face a few weeks without the four of them together all of the time.
He wondered what that meant for him, being away, but he knew what it meant for Remus.
The young werewolf sat beside him in the sun, and Sirius noticed the freckles forming along his nose, his jawline, and his cheekbones. They always came in the warmer months, little constellations resting on his favorite galaxy. Sirius had the sudden urge to kiss them all.
Instead, he reached over and took Remus’ hand in his.
Remus wouldn't admit it, but they always knew summers were hard for him. He'd gotten used to not facing the moons alone, to having them near.
On top of this all, the war being waged was growing everyday, and it seemed it could only get worse. 
Remus kept his eyes ahead, staring at the sky and the sun beginning to set behind the castle as he brought Sirius' hand up to his lips, the touch soft and brushing Sirius' skin. He didn't have to say anything- Sirius knew him well enough to know what it meant.
There was fear in the air, but looking around, seeing his friends, seeing him, there was something else, something more. 
Something that couldn’t be touched by any entity or war. 
Sirius felt it now. He felt it in every time Remus touched him.  
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ur-average-loser · 58 minutes ago
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this december
Remus Lupin x Reader
a/n: this is 100% completely and entirely self indulgent because honestly i love this idea. it’s inspired by “this december”, which is an amazing song by ricky montgomery. so yeah, give that a listen because it’s great :) also this was written in like an hour so idk if it’s good.
warnings: fluff, werewolf problems??
word count: 1.0k
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The air was crisp, and the snow crunched delightfully underfoot. It was early December; your favorite time of year. The snow had fallen early this year, and in your eyes, it was the best thing to ever happen. You could never understand how people disliked the season. Sure, it wasn’t always pleasant when the cold nipped at your nose. Perhaps they didn’t like it because it made the grounds icy and dangerous. But it couldn’t possibly take away from the beauty of the snow. With its intricate flakes and crystal designs, it was truly magical. You were entranced by the way they glided effortlessly to the ground, and you often found yourself pausing to watch them fall.
 Your boyfriend Remus, however, was not a fan of the season. He groaned every time you asked to go outside, yet he followed you out relentlessly.
“Y/n, isn’t it a bit cold for a walk?” He inquired as you pulled on your winter boots. You tied them briskly before looking up at him as if he were the one planning to walk outside in the middle of winter.
“Of course not! Besides, you don’t have to go. I can manage by myself.” You retorted, reaching for your coat and hat. You pulled them on with an air of pride, though you secretly hoped he would come anyway.
At that, he rolled his eyes. He knew that you hated walking alone, and he also knew that you hated admitting it even more. So, even though he despised the cold, he reached for his winter clothes and began getting ready. He didn’t have much left, seeing as he had given up much of it to his forgetful friends. Thankfully, he still had his boots and a coat
As you wandered down the snowy path to the Black Lake, you couldn’t help but admire the peacefulness. It was nearly silent, the only noise being the crunching snow and your steady breathing. The air was so cold you could see your breath in the sky, which made you smile to yourself. As you neared the end of the path, you turned to look at him. His scars were ever prominent, and his face was flushed to match their crimson color. He had since given his scarf to you, which left him shivering and with his teeth chattering.
“Remus, why on earth do you always walk out here with me? I thought you hated December.” You looked for a response in his eyes but found none.
“I do.” He replied briskly, looking anywhere except your face.
You furrowed your brow in confusion; it was unlike Remus to speak so vaguely. It was even more unlike him to avoid looking at you when speaking, especially since he always made a point to do so.
“Then why? Why do you put up with all of it? I go overboard on the holidays. I love winter. I go for walks in the cold every single day. You hate every single one of those things, yet you follow me no matter what. Why?”
He sighed, and you immediately sensed that he was carefully articulating his response. You hadn’t meant to be so pushy, it was just that you wished he would give you some clarity. You had always wondered why he put up with it all, but today truly pushed you over the edge. It was a particularly cold afternoon, and it was right after the full moon, which was when he had many fresh scars.
“I was first bitten by Greyback in December, all those years ago. I can’t stand the holidays because everyone tells you to be grateful for what you have and to ‘see the light’. They tell me to forgive and to move on, and I can’t. I hate the cold because it makes my scars hurt, even when they’ve healed. It’s a constant reminder of all the good things I can never be, and all the terrible things I am.”
“Remus, I-”
He cut you off by grabbing your hands and bringing them to his lips for a soft kiss.
“But you want to know why I do it? I do all of it because of you. Because you are the light. Because you make it all seem a little more okay. And if you’re okay, maybe I can be okay too. You remind me that I’m not a monster. You remind me that I can be loved, y/n. That’s more than I can say about a lot of people.”
You smiled softly and leaned to press a kiss to his cheek. Just then, a light snow began. It started softly, but the flurries grew stronger. A smile played on his lips, and he couldn’t help but laugh. Which, of course, made you giggle too. Before you realized what was happening, he pulled you in for a kiss. It was warm and sweet, though the cold air and snow swirled around you. He held your face gently, rubbing his thumb along the curve of your jawline. His hands were warm, even though the air was cold and he wore no gloves. At last, you pulled away. Your face was warm and flushed, taken aback by the abrupt kiss. He grinned at your blushing cheeks, and before you knew it, he grabbed your hand and started off towards the castle, where hot chocolate would be waiting for you. As much as he put up with the cold for you, he wasn’t planning on spending any extra time out in it.
As you ran to the castle with him, some of his words stuck with you.
“Because you make it all seem a little more okay. And if you’re okay, maybe I can be okay too.”
Your life was never going to be easy. The war was a constant looming threat, your boyfriend had to constantly struggle with his lycanthropy, and you still had to face whatever else the future holds. It didn’t matter, though. All you needed is to be okay, and that you could do.
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beforedawnads · an hour ago
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terror hanging heavy in the air like a smog so thick it chokes the life out of you, oppressive and unending and seeping into all facets of life. everyone has a story — a cousin, a neighbour, the in-laws, the friendly wix behind the counter — a story of someone who disappeared, who turned up dead, who was tortured, or who suddenly started acting off one day.
no one can escape it. not even muggles. pilling on, one thing after the other, one loss after the other and it gets to the point where you wonder, come your turn will there be anyone left to dig you a shallow grave?
                     ITS ALWAYS DARKEST BEFOREDAWN
beforedawnrps is an appless and slight au marauders era rp. set both in hogwarts and hogsmeade with aged up characters, we aim to deal with the impact of voldermort’s reign of terror. set over a backdrop of political turmoil and the ever present dangers of the on going war; the result is a world where the only certain thing is that the sun will set each night and rise each morning without you knowing if you’ll live to see it all happen again.
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wylansupremacy · an hour ago
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poly marauders x reader fluff/angst is what i live for
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expectopromo · an hour ago
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hogwarts school of witchcraft & wizardry opens it’s doors for another year while the war outside the walls reaches new heights. people go missing every day, brawls break out in public places now, and everyone distrusts everyone. but hogwarts remains a place of safety, where students can come & learn, where they can escape from the cruelty of the world around them. but for how long?
EXPECTOHQ is an au marauders era roleplay set in hogwarts, where all students start their first year at age fifteen, making fourth years and above all over the age of eighteen & playable. we are appless and largely canon divergent, focussing on where our members want the story to go instead.
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inferi-hq · an hour ago
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✰ ― ‘ introducing: aurora sinistra ! ‘
age: twenty-four blood status: half-blood occupation: astronomer in training affiliation: the unaffiliated positive traits: up to player negative traits: up to player faceclaim: up to player
✰ ― ‘ associations: aesthetics ! ‘
large rimmed hats, royal blue and gold, wearing several rings all at the same time, night skies, maps of the stars, the astronomy tower, black lace up boots, a cat sleeping at the end of your bed, freshly made tea in a teapot, ‘never stop looking up’, stacks of books, a fresh pot of ink and brand new quills, ‘i’ve loved the stars too fondly to be afraid of the night’.
✰ ― ‘ ministry docier: connections ! ‘
septima vector: good friend and confidant eleanor rosier: unsure what to think of benjy fenwick & caradoc dearborn: friends since school wendy slinkhard: shares similar interests with antonin dolohov: scared of, tend to avoid where possible
aurora is currently open for applications !
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Hey! So, I’ve read all the wolfstar fics that you’ve recommended so far and we have the same taste. :) I’m wondering if you have any more? Thanks!
i definitely have more fic recs for you. :)
1) good old fashioned lover boy
@evermoreremus is a fucking genius. professor r j lupin returns. sirius becomes professor black. wolfstar raising teenage harry. i'm over simplifying because i don't want to ruin it for you. I LOVE THIS FIC, I LOVE IT SO MUCH. lots of wolfstar fluff and some angsssst?
(rating: T - status: complete)
2) more than three words
another @lumosinlove piece! sirius cheats on remus. this is honestly just pain and if you're a masochist like me, you'll love it.
(rating: not rated - status: complete)
3) a taste of honey
@biremus combined two of my favorite things: the marauders and the great british bake off (the great british baking show for my fellow americans who are confused). this was so fucking cute and fluffy. there's some angst but its fairly minor(read the tws). i feel like this is a really good one to read if you've just read something that broke you (see fic rec 2) and you need happy back in your life.
(rating: M - status: complete)
4) we were infinite
from @wewereinfinitelywolfstar. this was the first wolfstar fic i ever read. I LOVE IT. its a long ass fic(currently at 107 chapters) slow burn. ANGST, SMUT, and some fluff. its better than atyd (don't fucking come after me okay its my opinion). i've reread this about 50 times now thats how much i love it.
(rating: M - status: incomplete)
5) relic keel
@lumosinlove back at it again with her stellar writing. this is an island au. it kind of has an outer banks feel? but not? i have no idea how to explain this but its fucking good and totally different from any other wolfstar content i've seen so far. lots of angst, you also get some jily, dorlene, and o'kuntzy (which are haz's ocs and I LOVE THEM)
(rating: M - status: incomplete)
6) waves of magic
this is from @xivz. only 3 chapters so a quick read, modern/non-magical au, partial texting fic. reg asks sirius to come home for christmas and remus doesn't let him go alone. agh this is sad and cute and there's smut so there you go.
(rating: E - status: complete)
7) no mum, he really is my boyfriend
fake relationship fic. smut smut smut angst angst angst. also lily is a terrifying pregnant lady and i love that for her.
(rating: E - status: complete)
8) solntse
guess i'm in the mood to hype hazel(@lumosinlove) today, huh? sirius is a russian billionaire. remus is a part time call boy. there is angst and pain and some fluff and smutttttttt. i mean what did you expect when i said remus is a call boy?
(rating: E - status: complete)
9) clandestine
SPY AU?!?! soooo this is not strictly wolfstar... in fact wolfstar is more in the background here however ITS SO GOOD. it's mostly o'kuntzy, i don't feel like you have to have read sweater weather/coast to coast to understand this, and wolfstar is still there i promise okay i'm not totally hijacing this post for this fic, okay maybe i am but just go read it, okay? i binged all 14 chapters in 4 hours today. @heyitssmiller is amazing!
(rating: not rated - status: complete)
(also, if you don’t know, @wolfstarlibrarian has basically a million fic recs for wolfstar. it’s actually a legit operation… unlike me where i just say things like ‘this is fucking good i cried’ and then spam you with random other shit 😅)
bonus round: look, not to suck my own dick or anything, but if you enjoy long fics and slow burns, check out it doesn't change anything. it will cover the marauders time through hogwarts, and the first & second wars with voldemort. (rating: M - status: incomplete)
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Remus started a fight club at hogwarts
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beforedawnads · an hour ago
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terror hanging heavy in the air like a smog so thick it chokes the life out of you, oppressive and unending and seeping into all facets of life. everyone has a story — a cousin, a neighbour, the in-laws, the friendly wix behind the counter — a story of someone who disappeared, who turned up dead, who was tortured, or who suddenly started acting off one day.
no one can escape it. not even muggles. pilling on, one thing after the other, one loss after the other and it gets to the point where you wonder, come your turn will there be anyone left to dig you a shallow grave?
                     ITS ALWAYS DARKEST BEFOREDAWN
beforedawnrps is an appless and slight au marauders era rp. set both in hogwarts and hogsmeade with aged up characters, we aim to deal with the impact of voldermort’s reign of terror. set over a backdrop of political turmoil and the ever present dangers of the on going war; the result is a world where the only certain thing is that the sun will set each night and rise each morning without you knowing if you’ll live to see it all happen again.
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remuslupinswhore · an hour ago
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𝘀𝘂𝗻𝗱𝗮𝘆 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 ⇾ 𝗿.𝗹𝘂𝗽𝗶𝗻
𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝖺 𝗌𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖺𝗒 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝗎𝗌𝖻𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖽.
𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 ↴
𝖿𝖾𝗆𝖺𝗅𝖾! 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋, 𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗄𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖽𝗋𝖾𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗄𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗀𝖾 𝗌𝗆𝗈𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖵𝖤𝖱𝖸 𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗌𝖾𝗑 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗎𝗍, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖺 𝖽𝖺𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍𝖾𝗋, 𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖽 𝖺𝗅𝗌𝗈 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗐𝗈𝗅𝖿, 𝗆𝖺𝗃𝗈𝗋 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝗆𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗅 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖾𝗋𝗋𝗈𝗋𝗌.
You loved every day with your family but 𝖲undays were a personal favorite. With your daughter asleep, you and Remus had some time with each other. It was now six in the morning the sun shining through your bedroom, laughter, and music filled the air.
It reminded you of mornings as a teenager, the smoke that would feel your lungs as your bodies tangled together in blissful love.
“Do- do you” your husband had to stop himself as laughter tumbled through his body, finally taking a deep breath he tried speaking again. “Do you remember when I proposed?”. “Mhmm, you kept asking if I was sure.” He nodded falling back against the pillows “I was so nervous”
Humming again you let your eyes scan his face. Being in your thirties you both showed signs of aging yet at this moment he still looked like the nineteen-year-old you married.
Continuing to talk you both reminisced on memories of your marriage and child. Lifting his hand he brushed back his hair, low laughter tumbling from his soft lips. The sound of creaking alerted you both.
The small girl pushed open your bedroom door before bounding over, a giggling mess.
“Mommy! Daddy!”
Your husband beamed pulling his daughter close to him, kissing her repeatedly on the head. Sliding closer you traced a finger over the ‘oh so familiar’ scar before placing a light kiss on it. She gave you a toothy grin before kissing your nose and leaning back into her father.
This right here. This was your family and you couldn't ask for more.
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