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    He can still hear the party in the other room, hazy and indistinct but in here it’s quiet; just the sound of Remus’ breath in his ear, static in the receiver, white noise fizzling at the base of Sirius’ spine. 

    He hears Remus swallow and then: “You still there?”

    Sirius lolls his head to the side looking down at the tile floor. There’s a crack in the grout and Sirius digs the heel of his boot into it.

    “Do you still have that freckle behind your ear?” he says in answer. 

    “What?” Remus titters, his voice choking out, startled and brittle. The corner of Sirius’ lip starts to curve up and he catches it, teeth between lip. 

    “The freckle,” he says, white knuckled grip on the telephone, “the one behind your ear. The one you scratch at when you get nervous.”

    “Well I can’t very well see behind my ear, but it’s only been two months, Sirius. I reckon it’s still there.”

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    04 Sep 2026

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    It’s been a little over a year since Sirius had kissed him for the first time on Halloween, crowding him up against the counter, whispering ‘Hey, you’ in his ear, breath warm with alcohol. A little over a year since Remus had tried half-heartedly to push him away, whispering, ‘I don’t think this is a good idea.’ To which Sirius had said, ‘Give me one reason why not,’ and Remus had stood there unable to say, ‘Because I'm in love with you, because I’m scared of what that love may do to me,’ and unable to come up with anything else, choking on a couple years worth of unsaid words, and so he’d just let it happen, more than just let it happen. It’s been three years since the boy across the hall had knocked on his dorm door to introduce himself, posh accent, ironed-down shirt, lithe, clever fingers pushing long black hair from his face before extending his hand out in offering. Three years since Remus had stared down at that hand, a bit bewildered, before reaching out to grasp it and Sirius had smiled up at him, butterscotch sweet, and his hand had been soft and warm and Remus hadn’t wanted him to let go. The feeling has never gone away.

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    04 Sep 2026

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    Sirius plays the game. Even though he makes it all the way to New York City, still he works for his father's company, still he capitulates to his parents' every stupid demand, he thinks: when Regulus, his brother ten years his junior, is old enough and can make his own choices, Sirius can leave all this shit behind. Every day feels like a waiting game, life on pause until the perfect conditions are met and finally he can live the life he wants to live it.

    But now Regulus is old enough, and it's still the same old bullshit with no end in sight, and Sirius is drowning. Until one day, a Teaching Assistant crashes his motorcycle at his feet.

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    23 Aug 2026

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    November, 1979.

    Remus is missing, James has no clue what he's doing with his life, Sirius is a loose canon, and they're losing the war.

    Of course, that's when Sirius has to go and lose his entire memory.

    But maybe, it's not all bad. Maybe, they can have a shot at second chances. Maybe, they can learn to love again. Maybe, they just might be able to turn this war around.

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    18 Aug 2026

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    But by some bizarre phenomenon, despite the years that separated him from that neglected desire to put pencil to paper, to scratch and scribble and smudge until something new took shape beneath his hands, the moment his new patron entered the room, Remus’ fingers twitched.

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    Rapidly approaching his fortieth birthday and feeling more detached from artistic endeavours than ever, portraiture artist Remus Lupin impulsively accepts a commission from the elusive heir of an infamous and powerful Wizarding family.

    Prompt A120 for Moony’s Midlife Crisis Fest 2025

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    18 Aug 2026