9 Works by sectoren
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the wrong impression by sectoren for invisiblemuseum
Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
02 Jul 2025
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“You know, when you said speed dating, I thought you meant dating on meth.”
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“I want you to find my brother.”
When Sirius Black shows up at his door asking for help to find his brother, and by extension, exonerate Remus' mother, Remus has no choice but to put aside their complicated history and try to make it work.
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“Why are you looking at me like that?”
“I think I’m falling in love with you.”
Remus rolls his eyes. “You’ll get over it. Now focus.”
1977. Summer camp.
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“Black? Same as Sirius Black?”
Immediately, James can tell it’s the wrong thing to say. The other boy's face, already pinched and slightly unpleasant, drops into something punishing.
“Not quite.”
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“We’ve gone over this,” Remus says, exasperated and not at all thrilled. Really, he’s not. “You said you’d stop.”
“I’m part French,” Sirius counters. “Can’t trust a word I say.”
Or, in which Remus can’t keep a job and Sirius can’t keep away.
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After a fight gone horribly wrong, Sirius Black makes a wish to be thrown into an alternate reality. The upside is that it works. The downside is that it works.
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“You know you’re good, you don’t need me to tell you that.”
Sirius shrugs. “Nice to hear sometimes.”
Remus smiles, slow and knowing. “I'll bet.”
Tennis star Sirius Black is just about done with the paparazzi and the media as a whole. There's just one reporter he can't seem to stop running into. Or sleeping with. It doesn't mean anything, he's sure.
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"I wouldn't fuck you if my life depended on it," Regulus sneers, before belatedly realizing that he'd already fucked James, multiple times, and under much less dire circumstances.
From the smug grin blooming across James' face, Regulus can tell that he'd come to that same conclusion.
Well, fuck him. Except, he wouldn't. He shouldn't. Not again.
[ ALTERNATIVELY - Regulus Black is doing his level best to simply get through his first year of surgical residency at St. Mungos. James Potter is desperately trying to respect that by leaving him alone. They're both failing miserably. ]
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Narcissa sneers. “I don’t think. I know you’re going to lose.”
And then Lily grins, and it’s credits rolling, it’s a cachet of fireworks going off, it’s the conclusion of a year coming in three forms, once bloody, twice breathtaking, three times the end; it’s life and death and creation and destruction, and it’s a mouth quirked up a little too high for Narcissa to ignore. “Wanna bet?”