Wolfstar 5 out of 5
Wolfstar ff ranked 4/5 or 5/5 in my reading journal because i read way to much about them
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During the week of his father's funeral, Sirius Black meets an unusual priest and offers to help write Orion Black's eulogy. At the same time, he's started texting a mysterious bass player from a pop-punk band that he accidentally swapped phones with. Eventually, the conversations between the two start to blur together and Sirius has trouble trying to decide which one he's falling for the hardest.
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A Modern AU Marauders texting with prose fic set at University.
Mainly Wolfstar - Will they? Won’t they? (They obviously will...)
And a little bit of Jily too.Rated E for explicit sexual content, but these chapters are all marked in the notes and easy to skip without interrupting the plot
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- Part 3 of The PB to my J
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Remus Lupin (51E):
Really? You're going to take the last juice box from a four year old?
Sirius Black (25A):
Gotta fuel the punk rock!
Sirius Black (25A):
And I didn't know she would cry forever
Remus Lupin (51E):
It's a juice box.
Remus Lupin (51E):
And she's four.
Sirius Black (25A):
Juice boxes are punk rock
Sirius Black (25A):
And that's hardly an excuse for a temper you can hear all the way back in CoachRemus' lupus means excruciating pain on a long flight. Sirius does what he can.
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Unknown number (sun, 9:03 am): hey settle an argument chocolate milk in cereal is innovative and cool, right?
Remus (sun, 9:07 am): it absolutely is not who tf are u
Unknown number (sun, 9:08 am): first of all, fuck u and second of all i told james u said yes anyway that’s what u get for living in my phone
Sirius texts a wrong number, Remus faces some fears, and things get better.
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“What do you want me to do?” Remus says, tiredly. All he wants is to curl up on his bed. Smoke a pack of cigarettes. Get drunk. He can’t stop looking at Harry.
“Remus...” Dumbledore is gentle. Remus hates when he has that tone. Hates that he knows it will hurt. “There is no one else left.”
A bitter laugh escapes him. “So you’ll curse the poor thing with a werewolf for a guardian?”