That moment when a character has just been through hell and they crack a joke to lighten the mood but their laughter turns into sobbing
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That moment when a character has just been through hell and they crack a joke to lighten the mood but their laughter turns into sobbing
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New chapter of Hope Springs Eternal posted!
Until Death Came
Sirius turned around, a familiar smolder simmering in his silver irises. “Yeah, I’m alive Moony. 12 years in Azkaban, but I guess I’m still alive.” He was angry. “Do I look fucking alive to you?” He held out his arms to the side, letting Remus take in his whole appearance.
“Si - I - “ He choked on his words. The man he thought he’d lost forever in the dark was standing before him. Even in his current state, Remus did not care, he wanted desperately to touch his skin. Help him breathe life back into his body.
The 12 years had been unkind to Sirius. His anger caused his gaunt face to look haunting.
“Sirius - .” Remus tried again, but a wave of emotion had finally boiled over. A sob choked out of his throat and Sirius dropped his arms, his brow furrowed in confusion. Remus couldn’t hold back and let the tears fall freely as he reached out towards his long-lost love.
Sirius instinctively retracted away from him, but at the sound of Remus’ sobs, he stopped and paused. He watched the man before him, dressed in a sharp sweater and relaxed slacks, skin flecked with white scars and eyes of rich chocolate. He knew this man. A memory scratched far away in his mind of a night shared embraced in his arms, enveloped by the scent of cinnamon and honey. He’d loved this man.
As if a dam had broken loose in his mind, a wave of memories launched forward, hidden by the evil and sadness of the dementors of Azkaban. Images of beds tousled, sweet kisses, nuzzles behind bookshelves, running four legged through thick forests, and laughter. Joyous, boisterous laughter.
“R-r-Remus?” He lunged for Remus’ hand and kissed the palm before placing it against his cheek. “I remember you. I remember it all.” He closed his eyes into his palm.
Remus let out a sob of relief and stepped to envelop Sirius in his arms. He could feel his bones through the thin fabric of his shirt. No longer was he the lithe, haughty Sirius Black of his youth. He wanted to push all that time apart away and for it to be forgotten. He wanted nothing more than to sit and hold his love until Death came.
no bc i love how in this photo harry is all focused n sirius is just there in velvet like. tits fully out
harry is literally wearing TWO shirts… they could have shared. for modesty. but no… gnc king!
shoutout to whoever’s idea it was to have sirius sit with his arm round remus at the kitchen table and then wear a slutty black velvet robe to kings cross you really fought for us
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