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Nowhere, USA, August 2019. On the mechanics of getting over yourself.
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- Part 2 of Brighten the Corners
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25 Jun 2025
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Nowhere, USA, 1:47 A.M. Fate, love, nausea, and a seven-layer burrito at the Taco Bell drive-through.
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- Part 1 of Brighten the Corners
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25 Jun 2025
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This is a love story.
a fleabag (season two) au.
“We’re not going to have sex,” he says softly.
Sirius coughs out a laugh. Bites his lip and looks out to the water, looks back at Remus. Scrapes his fingernail over the sad sprog of green growing through a seam in the bridge wall. “We’re not?” he asks.
Remus smiles. “No. We’re not.”
“Not even - are you sure?” he asks, his heart beating, beating; it hurts in his chest, a metal door knocker against his ribs. He’s out of breath, he’s running down a highway for this man, he’s scraping his knees on the bitumen.
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04 Apr 2025
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the kubler-ross model for cohabitating with your felon ex by orphan_account for getawayfox
Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
12 Jun 2021
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It is funny, Sirius thinks, how a breakfast can so succinctly be a form of denial, mostly in that it is an entire rejection of every minute of history they’ve shared but too because Remus closed the door in his face when Sirius first knocked. That was two days ago, and now Sirius is sitting at the kitchen table, being plastered with serving after serving of buttered bread and eggs congealed with old swiss, all of it so rich he cannot so much as breathe without his stomach turning violently over.
Remus is still looking at him, bone-dry. Brutal in a blank sort of way, brutal in the way of unused parchment.
Sirius cannot meet his eyes. Sirius used to make a sport of meeting awkward Remus’s young eyes, plain milky brown with green at the edges, Sirius would crane and crouch to meet those eyes, and now he cannot manage it. It is a stomach rush, he’s sure, akin to cliff-jumping.
It might be why Remus smacks his cup down too hard on the tabletop, coffee sloshing over the edges. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” he says.
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02 Nov 2024
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Mystery Work
Part of private_35813
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This is part of an ongoing challenge and will be revealed soon!
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23 Oct 2024