remus/sirius archive

an attempt to catalogue every fic I’ve ever loved (or liked)

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Work With This

Late in the first war against Voldemort, Sirius asks Remus on a date. The most surprising part is that Remus accepts. Humour, angst, and a little bit of fluff.

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The Problem with Eggnog, Uncommon Thoughts, and Sharing a Bed with Sirius Black

In which Sirius is possibly naked, and Remus' mind is not the safest place to be.

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A Few Mornings in January

The first thing Sirius wonders upon waking is if he brought a girl back with him. It would explain the fresh glass of water and packet of Hubert's Hangover Helper powder laid out so thoughtfully on his bedside table. The nakedness, also, because he is very naked beneath his blankets, and he's almost certain he didn't go to the party that way.

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Ocean Above & Sky Below

Sirius, adrift and floundering at the advanced age of 23, rents out a mansion by the sea— as you do— in an effort to recapture his happiness. It works surprisingly well.

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Concerning flying lessons, snuffboxes, and one hundred galleons

In which James Potter attempts to seduce a redhead, Mrs Black is a meddlesome hag, and the true love of a puppy and a wolfcub wins in the end.

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Teenage Kicks

Sirius Black has always been monumentally brave ... unless the circumstances combine Remus Lupin with phrases like, "I fancy the pants off you," then he's a bit of a chicken.

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The Great Golden Gormless Worm of Flobber

A lovesick Sirius is a desperate thing, and Remus Lupin insists on being oblivious.

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Born Under Punches

The truth is that he’s kept this love on the back burner of his heart for so many years that he’s grown accustomed to the smell and can sometimes almost ignore it completely. He likes to think he’s made peace with the fact that he’ll never know what it tastes like.

“Four hours previously, after much cajoling (everyone had been doing it, at Sirius’s own insistence) Remus had taken an ill-advised and messy tequila shot out of Sirius’s belly button. Now they were tip-toeing clumsily around each other like two kids at their first ballet class. “Let’s go, then,” Remus said, trying to keep the frown out of his voice, and together they walked through the mews and out onto the main road.”

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Half Agony, Half Hope

A tale wherein Sirius Black loses 750 House Points for Gryffindor. But it’s totally worth it.

“Most of the problem with adhering to Twycross’ advice - destination, determination and deliberation - was that Remus John Lupin was standing two bodies to his left. They had eschewed robes for the training (they were responsible for 15% of all splinched limbs amongst the unlicensed) and Lupin had eschewed school dress code to leave his green and silver tie slightly loosened. He was tall and fair-haired and the subject of Sirius’ unrequited adoration (Prongs: obsession) for quite a long time.”

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As We Say Our Long Goodbye

England, Modern day - In a world in which Magic has been politically admitted to since 1934, two men meet in Hecademus University, against the backdrop of enchanted strife, and redefine the decorum expected of teacher-student relations. Remus/Sirius, AU.

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Pas de Deux in the Upper West Side

Remus Lupin is a principal dancer with the New York City Ballet. A lead role comes up for grabs in the company's newest ballet and Remus is determined to have it. But only when Sirius Black — oozing talent, charisma and all the elements of a world-class distraction — joins the company does it hang in the balance.

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da mi basia mille

“There’s a Roman bloke, Catullus, who wrote about snogging a lesbian, or something like that, and anyway, he said da mi basia mille, give me a thousand kisses, and I spelled it. Ensorceled it. Made it into a thingy.” He pushed the envelope up towards Remus’s mouth. “Say the Latin part and kiss it.”

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Evening Empire

Dylan cassettes, certain death, erotic epistolary; Christmas contra mundum.

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The Weather Inside

Sirius rides a flying motorbike, and snogs strangers in pubs, and strikes moody poses Remus finds irritatingly attractive. But for Remus, who drinks milky tea and wears flannel pyjamas, there's a chasm cracked right down the fault line between wanting and doing.

How he wants, though. How he wants.

“Remus knows, quite for certain as it happens (having surreptitiously asked Flitwick back in third year if it was in fact possible—hypothetically of course—and having received a very definite No, and Please ensure your friends spend more time charming their spoons to stick to the wall and less time sticking them up their noses in future, if you please, Mr. Lupin), that Sirius Black is not capable of controlling the weather.”

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being an historical record of events surrounding the unfortunate truth-or-dare game of february the twenty-second, and consequences thereof

“He was aware not only of James’s grin, but that Peter was smiling and sitting forward, too — and oh, God, so was Sirius. All of them grinning, laughing a little, waiting to hear the outcome of another good — if slightly cheap — joke of James’s. For a brief, terrifying moment, Remus found that he hated every last one of them. They were bastards and they had no idea and he hated them.”

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The Winter of Discontent

The Rising Storm - Part 2

In which Sirius Black wakes up on the 1st day of 1979 embracing a Christmas tree.

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As Red As Hearts And Autumn

The Rising Storm - Part 1

It's the autumn of Sixth Year, there's a flu epidemic at Hogwarts, and the Blacks want their heir back.