❝ sometimes I feel like it would just be easier if I could obliviate myself ❞ ••• where the quiet ravenclaw girl meets the four infamous gryffindor boys. ••• remus lupin x oc

❝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|

He adores her; from the way her eyes crinkle when she laughs, to the way her voice breaks when she's tired and the slow way she falls asleep. He just hasn't told her.

"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.

For the first time in his life, Remus J. Lupin can't seem to get into a good book. Why? Because everytime his eyes go down to the pages, he finds himself glancing right back up to the cute Hufflepuff girl at the other table. *completed* Started: july 8, 2020 Completed: june 21, 2021

"What are you talking about? What do you see?" "Death," she told him after a moment of silence, "I- I can see when they die, Sirius. Every time I look into someone's eyes, I know when the person is going to die." (Remus fluff but also mentions of death) #1 in #wizardingworld #6 in #harrypotter #1 in #siriusblack #1 in #maraudersera

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]