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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!
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- Part 1 of All the Young Dudes
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29 Jun 2026
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What if the Redcloaks didn't immediately reveal their identities to the Four Fallen? What if Abeke went to talk to King privately?
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27 Jun 2026
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Silence wafted around them. Sea water would dust their faces every once and a while. The rock back whales would sing each other low tunes, communicating in an eerie way.
Moments passed. Meilin let put a soft sigh before finally turning towards him. Conor turned towards her.
Her piercing brown eyes looked black in the dim lantern light.
Conor's ocean coloured ones looked ɓleak and grey.Bookmarked by aashmami
27 Jun 2026
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let me steal this moment from you now by TheNecter
Fandoms: Spirit Animals - Various Authors
16 Jul 2025
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“Just one room, please.”
“That is going to be two silvers for one night. Uh… do you have an adult with you? You are both awfully young.”
Keep it together, Conor thought to himself. It was easier said than done when Rollan’s nails immediately dug marks into his hand. Conor tried to focus on the warmth that his hand brought, instead of the pain. When Conor adjusted to the sting enough to trust himself to speak without strain, he spoke.
“...No. It’s just us.”
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27 Jun 2026
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Eiji Sawakita has always been the family’s golden son, the name everyone says with a smile of admiration and a hint of envy. Good looking, tall, and gifted, he’s the kind of person who seems born to succeed. Star basketball player, beloved grandson.
And then there’s you, his younger cousin, a Sawakita in name, but never quite in light. Your fathers are brothers, both renowned in their own fields, and your grandmother’s expectations rest heavily on your shoulders. You’ve found your world in kyudo, the Japanese art of archery, graceful, precise, disciplined, a tradition your grandmother passed down to you along with her passion.
But next to Eiji’s brilliance, even skill begins to look like shadow. In school, when someone calls “Sawakita,” no one means you. You’re the other one, the cousin whose name echoes after his. No matter how hard you try, his sun burns too bright, and you can’t help but feel scorched by its light.
Yet life, like archery, is about focus, not competition. And maybe, just maybe, someone will come along who reminds you that you don’t have to burn like the sun to be seen. Sometimes, it’s the steady glow of the moon that lights the way forward.
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24 Jun 2026