”Moonshine, stepping in front of my skyline. Give me a minute to figure it out, figure why we had to fall apart. You're the moonshine, stepping in front of my skyline. Can't I get a minute to figure it out, figure why we had to fall apart?”
As a new year starts, the Marauders are all bogged down with their own trifles, Remus Lupin in particular. His sneaking around with a certain peer turns out to be his demise with his mates. Especially the one whose attention he craves the most. Does he feel it's a big enough deal to dangerously reveal things in order to only possibly earn back this boy's friendship? (Maybe more if all goes well.) Or does he choose to wait until the anger subsides? If it will ever. . . .
Disclaimer: I do not own the title to this story, nor the lyrics posted above. They are the property solely of Puddle of Mudd of the song of the same name. I don't claim to own them, only use them as a comparison for a certain werewolf and his troubles. Period.
I thought this was really good! I hope you continue...
I loved this story!!! Great job :D
So cute! I loved it :)
Thank you. It's written differently than my normal fare, but I enjoyed trying out a new pairing. I'm glad you liked it.