HAI GAIS. Okay, so
yeats and I are having a fucking amazingface, pathetichead conversation right now that could have happened about 5 years ago, back when Remus/Sirius fandom was experiencing a bit of a "heyday", and everything was still relatively hunky-dory, and like, stuff was still REALLY ANGSTY AND SHIT but at least NOBODY WAS DEAD OR STRAIGHT YET
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They stopped the car next to a field two miles off the motorway. Sirius split the sections of an outdated copy of the Prophet while Remus peeled apart soggy sandwiches and redistributed their ingredients. They ate (lunch? dinner?) and read old news (MINISTRY SAYS TO KEEP CALM, PROCEED AS NORMAL; MORE MISSING IN BIRMINGHAM ( ... )
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ALSO WHERE IS TEH GIRL!SIRIUS FIC.
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That was amazing. It's so perfectly crafted as a drabble - the pacing and reveal and tenderness are like a gem - and yet so much of me wants to see this as a full au fic, you know, JUST SO I CAN GET MY HEART BROKEN AND MENDED DOZENS OF TIMES OVER aalkfjlksajf;l hsahaha. ugh, man, this is just so good. thank you ♥
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It’s the perfect summer day. The perfect day-sparkling blue sky and cotton wool clouds drifting overhead. Remus is lying with the grass itching his feet and struggling with an uncharacteristic desire to dissolve into fits of giggles. The view of the field and woods beyond is marred only by a great prat with, for some reason probably best left unknown, tree branches on his head ( ... )
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"Prongs," Sirius calls again, his voice bubbling with traces of laughter. "Being a wee fawn is nothing to be ashamed of."
"Shut it. I'm focusing," James barks. "And, I am not a wee fawn. Arse."
"And anyway," Peter jumps in. "That means Padfoot's a puppy."
"I assure you, Padfoot is fully developed," Sirius drawls.
Remus feels a renewed wash of colour rise to his face and he knows he is doomed, because there is no way that statement should have made heat pool low in his body.
Sirius runs his finger up Remus' spine, and Remus' heart races in anticipation and desperation, because he can feel Sirius' breath against his neck.
"Sirius," he murmurs.
"Mmm?" Sirius asks, all innocence. His fingers tangle in the hair at the back of Remus' neck and Remus feels it to his toes.
"Sirius," he hisses, and rolls over on his stomach ( ... )
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Feels a bit like a breath of things to come with dogdaysofsummer returning.
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