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Harry gets caught smoking behind the Burrow's woodshed by Lupin and hopes it will lead to some kind of connection and bonding between them
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Harry's lungs burn with the weight of the smoke and he chokes out a cough, feeling somehow more embarrassed for that than for being caught in the first place. Lupin, to his credit, waits for Harry to stop dying before he gives a low groan, “I suppose it would be hypocritical to lecture you.” He says, almost to himself, “Your godfather would go spare.” -
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A drunken plan to disguise him from the press escalates in a way Harry had definitely not been expecting.
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"Could wear a dress." Ron says suddenly.
"What?" His friend shrugs, flushing lightly and clashing with his hair,
"Well no one would expect it."
Harry laughs at that, "True. And I'd look fucking hot."
"That you would." Ron says in such a way that Harry honestly can't tell if his friend is joking or not, he feels his stomach twist as Ron grins, "Hey is Hermione's dress from the wedding still here? Could try that on." -
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Sirius and Remus' quiet evening in the garden is upended when Harry arrives unexpectedly, needing to offload about some changes in his life and bringing back old memories that Sirius, and Remus, would rather stayed in the past.
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When Harry steps in front of the boggart in Grimmauld Place and it turns into a dementor, his reasons for being upset are not quite what Sirius was expecting.
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"Sirius, more clueless than ever, turned helplessly towards Remus who seemed suddenly paler, an almost sorrowful, knowing, expression on his face “The dementor memory?” He asked, his voice hollow, and something slowly clicked into place in Sirius' brain, an old memory of Remus telling him what Harry heard when the dementors were near. " -
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When Harry falls and breaks his arm whilst cleaning Grimmauld Place his reaction to Lupin trying to fix it seems disproportionate; and Sirius knows enough about unhappy childhoods to guess why.
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the kubler-ross model for cohabitating with your felon ex by orphan_account for getawayfox
Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
12 Jun 2021
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It is funny, Sirius thinks, how a breakfast can so succinctly be a form of denial, mostly in that it is an entire rejection of every minute of history they’ve shared but too because Remus closed the door in his face when Sirius first knocked. That was two days ago, and now Sirius is sitting at the kitchen table, being plastered with serving after serving of buttered bread and eggs congealed with old swiss, all of it so rich he cannot so much as breathe without his stomach turning violently over.
Remus is still looking at him, bone-dry. Brutal in a blank sort of way, brutal in the way of unused parchment.
Sirius cannot meet his eyes. Sirius used to make a sport of meeting awkward Remus’s young eyes, plain milky brown with green at the edges, Sirius would crane and crouch to meet those eyes, and now he cannot manage it. It is a stomach rush, he’s sure, akin to cliff-jumping.
It might be why Remus smacks his cup down too hard on the tabletop, coffee sloshing over the edges. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” he says.
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12 Jan 2026
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In which life is about finding stability in a state of flux.
(It takes a moment for Jess to figure that out.)
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29 Nov 2025
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In which very little happens (apart from the obvious), Peter has a rolling series of small nervous breakdowns and there are some rather stilted conversations over breakfast.
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26 Jul 2025
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Prelude or Promise by IdleLeaves
Fandoms: Doctor Who (2005), Doctor Who, Doctor Who & Related Fandoms
10 Aug 2021
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Sometimes, like tonight, it's the Doctor who kisses him first.
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13 Jun 2022
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The Doctor and Jack spend a night in an alien club, getting sloppily drunk, dancing, and having a conversation that's long overdue.
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The Doctor’s sipping her drink carefully through the pink, spirally straw she’d got on the Britney Spears floor and flapping a napkin in front of her face to cool herself down.
“I just think,” she says, very carefully, in that clear, over-enunciated way of the thoroughly drunk, “I just think,” and she lifts a sharp finger to jab at Jack’s chest. “I just think that it’s my God-given right to be moody when…” she slurps at her Pop and Fizzle, and hiccoughs. She doesn’t finish her sentence.
Her words filter through slowly. Jack’s been drinking for several hours now, and it takes him a moment to pick through them. “Do you believe in God?” he asks, curious.
“Oh. No.” She blinks rapidly.
"Why are you moody?”
The Doctor’s face darkens, and her mouth twists downwards. A soft sigh. “All my people are dead.”
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12 Jun 2022