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Kill Your Darlings: To remove or refrain from using something in spite of one's affection for it
Years after Regulus loses his brother they're reunited, and as he struggles to figure out where he fits in Sirius's life he also struggles not to get lost in the impossible feelings he has for Sirius's best friend.
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Sirius Black has always been beautiful—always been pretty, been attractive, been desirable. He leans into it, to the comments and the gossip and the compliments and insults alike. He prides himself on his appearance, and his hair most of all. Growing it out had been the tiniest, earliest act of rebellion aside from being sorted into Gryffindor. He likes that it’s dark and thick and shiny, that it stretches down past his shoulders and curls at the ends just so. He likes that it’s long enough to be tied into braids when he’s gossiping with the girls, likes the way it settles around his ears and on his neck, like the way it feels when Remus pulls on it just so.
Then, in unison with his entire life falling apart, it’s gone.
OR: Sirius Black gets a haircut, a potted plant, and a whole lot of metaphors, in that order.
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04 Oct 2023
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marlene mckinnon is not a coward. by AllThisAndLoveTooWillRuinUs
Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
03 Aug 2019
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aka a series of conversations in kitchens
in 1979, in the middle of a war, Marlene starts to come out.
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He trips on acid for the first time at fourteen, leaves home at nineteen and meets Dave at thirty. Give or take.
(klaus, his love life, and maybe the love of his life, too.)
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Sirius’s thoughts are a slow-moving, impending disaster. How he wants to pin Remus up against the cupboards, to crowd him into a corner; how he wants to intertwine their fingers, to brush his lips against Remus’s forehead, his jaw. Instead, he settles for ducking his head and sliding a finger through the belt loop of Remus's jeans—a ridiculous gesture so utterly intimate, even for the pair of them, that he only allows it because he’s just drunk enough.
“Stop stealing my bloody clothes, Lupin.” He says, very quietly.
Remus looks up at him, eyes dark, and murmurs pleasantly: “Better learn to do your own laundry then, Black. Consider it my fee.”
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It was an impossible thing, living with Remus Lupin--but Sirius was doing it anyway.