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LONG fic charting the marauders' time at Hogwarts (and beyond) from Remus' PoV - diversion from canon in that Remus's father died and he was raised in a children's home, and is a bit rough around the edges. Otherwise canon-compliant.
1971 - 1995This IS a wolfstar fic, but incredibly slow burn. Literally years. Long build up but worth it I promise!
PLEASE DO NOT COPY TO WATTPAD. SERIOUSLY, WHY??
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https://open.spotify.com/user/htl2006/playlist/3z2NbLq2IVGG0NICBqsN2D?si=Liyl_JKJSx2RUqks3p50kg(Compiled by amazing reader, JustAnotherPerson)
DISCLAIMER: I do not support JK Rowling's disgusting transphobic views.
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- Part 1 of All the Young Dudes
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- English
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Bookmarked by r236200
08 Aug 2025
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“Heard you’ve got some good shit.” The lilac one uttered, scratching his upper lip with his thumb, looking over his shoulder every now and then.
Namgyu lifted his eyes from his phone, narrowing his eyes at him. “Yeah.” He replied simply, his tone stoic. His hands reached for a little baggie in his left pocket, slipped it into the rapper’s palm discretely with ease, like it was routine. “Am i supposed to snort this?” He spoke, a smug look painted on his face as he leaned against the wall in-front of Namgyu, reaching into his own pocket to pull out a wad of cash. “Do whatever the fuck you want with it man, just pay.” He replied, going back on his phone.“You always been here?” He asked, his eyes still focused on counting the money. Namgyu raised an eyebrow, looking away from his phone again and back up at him. No one ever bothered to engage with him in a conversation outside of his ‘business’. He replied, slightly hesitating, his attitude remaining stoic and distant: “What’s it to you?”.
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In the club scene, Namgyu and Thanos drift from dealer-client to something far messier. Between drugs, late nights, and lingering looks, a slow, codependent bond forms; intimate, unspoken, and impossible to name.Bookmarked by r236200
09 Jul 2025
