"loud or loudly; to preform or written to be preformed loudly" falling for him was like sitting amidst an orchestra while every member played the selected piece as loud as they could. messy, dangerous, and a bad idea from the beginning. but i loved every minute of it.

the stains that blotched their shirts were different; his from spilled coffee and hers from accidental cigarette burns. however, the stains on their bodies matched so beautifully. the red hickeys ethereally nested on her collarbones blending with the purple love bites trailing up his neck. [r. lupin] [highest: #60 fanfiction, #1 remuslupin] [warning: contains tobacco use & mature references]

the one where the American meets the Marauders & the rest is water under the bridge oc x remus lupin top rankings: #2 remus lupin 4/6 #4 remus 6/16 #1 siriusblack 1/9 #1 remuslupin 1/9 #1 maraudersfanfiction 1/9 #1 rjl 1/9 #3 jamespotter 1/9

❝There were chocolate boxes and wrappers around the bed, stuffed under his pillow, and coffee stains on the duvet and sheets. This boy truely was a mess. But Ayla really liked the mess.❞ - Ayla Quill was starting her sixth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and had everything set for how she wanted it to be. She was expecting it to be the same as it was every year prior; exams and procrastination. But without any warning, her world was flipped upside. War was being rumored and Lord Voldemort was raising in power, Ayla's mother becoming rather fond of his propaganda. With some drama and a pinch of danger, this story is about a girl who falls in love with a werewolf during these troublesome times, and maybe, just maybe, things might turn out right. - |ayla rose quill remus john lupin 1976-1977 sixth year|