𝐑. 𝐉. 𝐋𝐔𝐏𝐈𝐍.

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[𝐑. 𝐉. 𝐋𝐔𝐏𝐈𝐍. @PallidMoonlight]

follow the wayward adventures of one remus john lupin, and his 𝑝𝑢𝑟𝑠𝑢𝑖𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝘩𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑠. disclaimer: said adventures may be interrupted 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐡 for reasons 𝒃𝒆𝒚𝒐𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒍.

orbits of #orionis.

[𝐑. 𝐉. 𝐋𝐔𝐏𝐈𝐍. @PallidMoonlight]

. . .

why is she covered in soot?

[‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎𝖙𝐨𝐧𝐤𝖘 . @awkwardauror]

nobody ask why she’s covered in soot.

[𝐑. 𝐉. 𝐋𝐔𝐏𝐈𝐍. @PallidMoonlight]

@clumsyloyaIty || okay doctor who

[𝐑. 𝐉. 𝐋𝐔𝐏𝐈𝐍. @PallidMoonlight]

|| You’re going to make me cry at 9am?? On a Wednesday???

[𝐑. 𝐉. 𝐋𝐔𝐏𝐈𝐍. @PallidMoonlight]

|| I’ve missed this man more than I care to admit.

Remus angst for Christmas? You betcha.

[𝐑. 𝐉. 𝐋𝐔𝐏𝐈𝐍. @PallidMoonlight]

Sometimes I can still hear Bill’s voice.

Can’t believe we lost him. </3

[billiam’s best friend or something. @dragonoIogy]

@lususnatvrae @PallidMoonlight

[billiam’s best friend or something. @dragonoIogy]

@lususnatvrae @PallidMoonlight

[𝐑. 𝐉. 𝐋𝐔𝐏𝐈𝐍. @PallidMoonlight]

@awkwardauror — Instead, it’s a pink and green blob, but he hopes she appreciates the effort.

“I didn’t . . . I couldn’t afford . . Ahem. Molly had some extra material and I figured I’d give it a try.

. . .

Sorry,” he finishes with a quiet chuckle.

[𝐑. 𝐉. 𝐋𝐔𝐏𝐈𝐍. @PallidMoonlight]

He wasn’t entirely sure what he should do for @awkwardauror’s birthday. Money is sparse, and public gatherings aren’t the best idea when he’s a known werewolf.

But he’s made her something, and he’s knocking on her front door hoping she hasn’t yet left to . . . party or whatever.

[𝐑. 𝐉. 𝐋𝐔𝐏𝐈𝐍. @PallidMoonlight]

@awkwardauror — of staying connected to those he loves.

He can’t quite afford a Pensieve for his memories.

At her encouragement, he shifts in his seat and pulls a small aida cloth from his cardigan pocket. Upon it, he’s tried his absolute hardest to stitch a pink tulip. —

[𝐑. 𝐉. 𝐋𝐔𝐏𝐈𝐍. @PallidMoonlight]

@awkwardauror — Bravely, he sinks upon the couch beside her, arm stretched along the back of the seat, “Saves you a job, I suppose.

So, I’ve got you something but you’ve got to promise you won’t laugh.”

[𝐑. 𝐉. 𝐋𝐔𝐏𝐈𝐍. @PallidMoonlight]

@awkwardauror — her into the living room.

It screams ‘Tonks’, and immediately, he’s in love.

Well, not in love. He likes it. It’s very nice.

“My lips are sealed.

In fact, I’ve got a few pictures of him myself that he doesn’t know exist. Think he’d hex us both if he found out…” —

[𝐑. 𝐉. 𝐋𝐔𝐏𝐈𝐍. @PallidMoonlight]

@awkwardauror — The door closes, and he takes a moment to observe his surroundings. He’s been here a few times, fleeting visits mostly, but there’s always something new to observe.

“Does Moody know you’ve got this picture of him?”

[𝐑. 𝐉. 𝐋𝐔𝐏𝐈𝐍. @PallidMoonlight]

@awkwardauror — “Well, I was hoping for an invitation, but I didn’t want to assume. Not very gentlemanly, is it?”

Those words might be taken as truly polite and sincere, if not for the wry little grin on his lips. Let them try. Let this be the night that he makes an effort to try with her. —