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What Are You Doing New Year's Eve? by fforsythiaaa
Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
02 Sep 2021
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Sirius had put his hand under Remus’s chin and kissed him gently on the mouth as though they had done it a million times before. “See you next week.” Just like that.
That week between Christmas and New Year’s always feels a little disorienting, with no real attention paid to the exact time or the day of the week. But for Remus, with hardly a word between them while Sirius was upstate with the Potters and Lily, it was dizzying. -
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“Don’t look so nervous, Lupin. I’m not going to predict your time of death or something.”
“I didn’t think you would.” He pulled his sleeves down over his hands, looking nervous that Marlene was going to predict his time of death or something.Marlene reads Tarot for Sirius and Remus, and it tells them what they already know.
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"Remus smiled back at Sirius before he could help it. He recognizes me, he thought. This day is getting better and better. Finding himself without any free hands, he decided to raise his coffee cup, a hello, a morning iteration of the tap on the bar during a toast. In that moment, Remus’s good day was completely, horribly, irrevocably undone."
A coffee shop meet-cute gone horribly wrong (and then horribly right).
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“If I were a girl, ‘or something’?” James repeats, just to double check he has heard the question correctly. “Would I think that Remus was…?”
“Was sort of-” Sirius tries to shrug casually, but James sees right through it. “-handsome. Or something.”
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23 Mar 2021
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The door swings shut behind them, blocking out the howling wind and the bitter chill and instead there's a gently crackling fire and a patchwork sofa and layers and layers of tapestry rugs spread out over an old oak floor. The air is so toasty Sirius could weep, and he can smell chocolate and woodsmoke and something that might be peppermint, and then someone is taking his coat and grinning at him and he thinks, maybe, he did die out there on the icy roads. Maybe this is his own personal Elysium, and as he blinks stupidly at the man in front of him and takes in his freckles and his hat-flattened curls and the way his jumper has little knitted reindeer woven into the pattern, he thinks death maybe isn't so bad, actually.
Remus is the owner of a Christmas tree farm deep in the New Forest. Sirius is a curmudgeonly writer who doesn't believe in Christmas. It's snowing, there's a roaring fire, and we all know how this is going to go.
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08 Dec 2020
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nobody loves me (like you do) by iamsiriuslyriddikulus
Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
22 Aug 2020
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Everybody has a TiMER on their wrist which counts down to the moment they meet their soulmate. When Remus's goes black at 16, he knows it must mean his soulmate died.
Cue Sirius Black, entering his life like a whirlwind. It's just too bad that he has a TiMER.
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05 Dec 2020
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...And They Were Hallmates! (Oh My God They Were Hallmates) by Anonymous
Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
20 Oct 2018
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“Leonard Bernstein was a fucking god,” Sirius says intensely, as though Remus would have fought him on it.
“I like West Side Story,” Remus offers, taking his own turn to laugh when Sirius’ looks at him like Remus has just said he thinks shag carpeting is a very admirable design choice.
“This is so much more than West Side story could ever be,” he explains reverently, gesturing with the album in a way that makes his torso look particularly ridiculous for the square expanse hugged to his chest. “This is inner turmoil, and loss, and love, and—and pure fucking love for music itself.”
“I’m not arguing,” Remus says, both hands up in his defense.
“Good, because you would lose. What’s number two?”
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There’s a new neighbor across the way during Remus’ most stressful semester yet, and he’s made a...creative first impression.
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22 Oct 2020
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Sirius’s thoughts are a slow-moving, impending disaster. How he wants to pin Remus up against the cupboards, to crowd him into a corner; how he wants to intertwine their fingers, to brush his lips against Remus’s forehead, his jaw. Instead, he settles for ducking his head and sliding a finger through the belt loop of Remus's jeans—a ridiculous gesture so utterly intimate, even for the pair of them, that he only allows it because he’s just drunk enough.
“Stop stealing my bloody clothes, Lupin.” He says, very quietly.
Remus looks up at him, eyes dark, and murmurs pleasantly: “Better learn to do your own laundry then, Black. Consider it my fee.”
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It was an impossible thing, living with Remus Lupin--but Sirius was doing it anyway.
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22 Oct 2020