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Summer, 1977. With the full moon approaching, Sirius heads up to the Lupins' countryside cottage to make himself useful. Or to make a complete and utter arse out of himself, because really, that's all he can seem to do around Remus these days.
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AU in which Remus, being as he is a werewolf and all, is homeschooled til he is 16.
Hogwarts is something of an experience, not least because there's this boy called Sirius Black.
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29 Jun 2020
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Season 2, where River lived.
Warnings for ambition, scheming, shenanigans and boys in love.
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24 Jun 2020
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Grantaire moves into an apartment inhabited by a poltergeist. Enjolras haunts him, and Grantaire should really win an award for most complicated relationship status ever.
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08 Apr 2020
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Where Their Fire Is Not Quenched by CopperBeech
Fandoms: Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett, Good Omens (TV)
07 Mar 2020
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Armageddon’s been averted. Hell and Heaven both know to leave them alone. They’ve toasted the world. It’s finally safe to share their feelings about each other, if they dare.
Everything’s going to be fine, right?
The thing about the fire is that it burns you, but you don’t burn. No, you remain what you were: whole, unmarked (except for the soot, the blackening of what were once radiant wings), able to feel every scorch and sear nerve-deep, until the pain blots itself out for a time, only to come back redoubled. The sulphur smell gags you, even if you don’t need to breathe. For a while it seems as if you’ll never be rid of it, even after you find your way to solid ground.
That’s when you find the fire’s become part of you, that it can burn out of your body, no less painfully. You can send it flaring against the night sky in defiance, sign your name across this Fallen world, but it scalds you every time, sucks you back into that pit, where the worm dieth not and their fire is not quenched. You learn to bury it deep away inside you, to use it only when Hell demands it. It seals your acceptance of your order: Get up there and make some trouble.
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06 Mar 2020