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Sirius is mostly awake when he feels the soft brush of a kiss against his cheek, grumbling unhappily when Remus scoots away from where he was pressed against his back and gets out of bed, able to hear Teddy’s alarm beeping faintly down the hall as he squints his eyes open to glare at the open door that Remus has just disappeared through before turning his attention to the lightening window. He groans as he flops over onto his back, throwing his arms over his face with a sniff, listening to the sounds of the house waking up—birds crying outside, the waves crashing against the shore, Teddy and Remus speaking in hushed voices, the burble of the coffee maker—a smile pulling at the corners of his mouth when he decides that he may as well get up too. He waits until he hears Teddy vacate the bathroom before he sits up, snagging one of Remus’ discarded shirts from the laundry bin as he heads towards the hall, pulling it overhead and smoothing his hair back into place as he claims his turn in the bathroom, smiling when he spots a sticky note with a little crooked heart stuck to his deodorant.

chapter 40 of don't look much like a lover (doesn't mean that i won't try) is now available on AO3... meaning that this fic is now complete! thank you so much to everyone who has gone on this journey with me. i can't believe that it's really done. <3

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i made a silly thing for don't look much like a lover (doesn't mean that i won't try) and am sharing it with all of you. remus and sirius fit checks! honestly, this should be one of those tag games. everyone post your character's outfits, it would be so fun.

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Sirius wakes to a calloused hand curling around his hip and gentle kisses being trailed across his shoulderblades. He groans quietly, consciousness filtering in slowly as he breathes in Remus’ scent and untangles his legs from the soft sheets that aren’t his own, scooting backwards he’s pressed against a warm chest and there are arms wrapping around his body. Remus murmurs something so quietly that he doesn’t catch it, kissing the hinge of Sirius’ jaw before he buries his face in the crook of his neck, the room filled with the easy sound of their breathing and the gray light of early morning. “Why are you awake?” Sirius mumbles into his pillow, able to feel the way Remus’ lips pull up into a smile against his skin, blindly feeling around until he finds his hand, lacing their fingers together. “S’too early. Didn’t I tire you out enough last night?”

chapter 34 of don't look much like a lover is now available on ao3!

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The only thing that Sirius can think as they pull into the driveway of Remus’ childhood home is that it’s adorable. The house is a quintessential beach bungalow, similar enough to their own that he can assume that the same builder designed most of the area, with a weathered tire swing dangling from the tree in the front yard and a flock of chickens picking at the ground beneath it. When Teddy leaps out of the backseat before the car can even finish rolling to a stop, racing across the yard and scooping one of the chickens into his arms, it’s all too easy to imagine teenage Remus doing the same, and Sirius is hit with that same wave of bittersweet loss he did the first time he visited James’ house, wondering what it would be like to grow up in a place like this. 

chapter 33 of don't look much like a lover is now available on ao3!

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hi folks! i have broken my body via sneezing and am big ouch so there won't be an update for mean wizards this week, i'm sorry to say. i plan on still getting a chapter out for dlmlal, but that may be subject to change.

much love,

cas <3

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When Sirius wakes it’s slowly and with a healthy amount of confusion, feeling disoriented as he sits up in bed and looks around the room and listens to the sound of the ocean while wondering why it’s so quiet, until he remembers that he’s in his bedroom at James and Lily’s house, and what he’s actually hearing is traffic on the interstate.  It had been late when they’d gotten in last night after a truly hellacious day of driving that included leaving Godric’s Harbor late in the morning because none of them, but especially Sirius, had wanted to say goodbye, hitting traffic at every step of the way, and getting caught in a thunderstorm that felt almost biblical in nature, having to pull over on the side of the road with the hazards on until it passed. When they had finally made it home Sirius had carried Harry up to his room and tucked him into bed fully clothed before falling face first into his own bed. He regrets that decision now, feeling grimy and gritty and like he desperately needs to brush his teeth, patting around on the bed and pausing when he sees that there’s a text message waiting for him from Remus.

chapter 38 of don't look much like a lover is now available on ao3! only two chapters left!

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Sirius sighs as he finishes the chapter that he’s working on, staring at the cursor as it blinks, before he raises his eyes to the dark, empty windows across from him. Remus still isn’t home. He’d tried to keep his mind off it yesterday—working on his novel for their bet, cleaning the bathroom which he’s been putting off for far too long, scraping together a meager dinner from the sparse contents of his fridge, going for a run—before staying up way too late waiting for Remus, Teddy, and even Crookshanks to return home. But then they didn’t, leaving him confused and disoriented when he woke up to the sound of silence that morning, a pit growing in his stomach the longer the day goes on. 

chapter 27 of dlmlal is now available on ao3! 🐚

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When the house comes into view Sirius can see that Remus is pacing back and forth on the front porch, one hand fisted in his hair, the mere sight of him knocking him sideways.  He automatically slows, foot lifting off the gas pedal completely, humid air rushing through the open windows of the box truck and the radio blaring some old-school country station that fizzles with static, choking as his heart launches up into his throat. After a long second he remembers that he was driving, feeling grateful that the winding roads outside of town don’t see very much traffic, legs shaking as he eases down on the brakes and prepares himself to try to navigate a fifteen foot moving truck onto the narrow drive. 

chapter 39 of don't look much like a lover (doesn't mean that i won't try) is now available on ao3! only one more chapter left!