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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I STILL THINK IT'S TRUE. I could add at least another 25 though, holy fuck.
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"The drifting frost mingles with their sweat. They are naked and side-by-side on Remus's bed at dawn in February in the dorm and they do not, decidedly do not, care. When the chill settles back in their bones, Sirius sits up, runs the back of his hand up and down Remus's arm for a moment, tracing blue paths up to his elbow, down to his wrist. Then he goes without a look (after he kisses him, sometimes). They won't say anything. "
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Or like, your icon. omg.
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Remus' eyes widened, and he froze, balancing himself with one hand on the edge of the teachers' table; his entire life flashing before his eyes.
"DESPITE THE TITS YOU SEE HERE TODAY, I AM A MAN. AND IF YOU'D LIKE TO STAY THAT WAY, TOO, YOU'LL SEE TO IT YOU REMEMBER THAT INSTEAD OF ASKING IF I'D LIKE A GROPE BEHIND GREENHOUSE THREE. I DON'T REGRET HEXING ANY ONE OF YOU STUPID BASTARDS."
Remus saw several boys scowl and ignored the flash of reasonless jealousy.
Sirius inhaled and added, "ALSO, IF ANYONE HAS THE BOLLOCKS TO LAUGH ABOUT IT ANYMORE, EVANS ALREADY ATTACKED ME AFTER POTIONS AND MAGICKED ALL THE HAIR OFF MY LEGS AND I SAY OW AND SOD YOU ALL."
THIS STILL GETS ME EVERY TIME
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"Tears ran warm on Remus' face, cutting lines through the filth and blood. "I missed you, you know."
"I know." Sirius sighed against his hair. "What a pair we are, eh?"
"What a pair."
Their hands moved together, in silence.
Sirius was right, it didn't hurt. A brief chill, where the blade sliced skin. Nothing more.
He let the blade fall and settled against soft velvet, warm skin. Not cold anymore. Warm, now, a subtle, almost comforting heat that coursed through his veins. His heartbeat slowed, but there was no fear in it.
"Are we going to win?" he asked. Sirius buried his face in the curve of Remus' neck. He felt his lover's lips curve into a smile.
"We've already won," Sirius said. "They just don't know when they're beaten. Stupid gits.""
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i can't believe you linked this
you horrid, horrid BITCH
i am tearing up just REMEMBERING how bad i cried when i read it
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