Cherry's Drabbles

Grace cradled his head in his hands and frowned down at the numbers on the page through the tiny gaps in his arms, mind racing and eyes itching from a noticeable lack of sleep.  

Normally when he stayed awake fighting the inevitable pull of his eyelids drifting closer and closer to their final destination, there was an excuse for it that sounded fairly logical to his own ears. The matter was pressing enough.  He had to finish the task at hand before he could relax.  It couldn’t wait.  

And so on, and so forth, even as the truth of the matter was he did better work when he wasn’t exhausted and strung out and drifting between two alternative states of consciousness where errors became prevalent and borderline dangerous.  

With Rocky around to double-check his calculations, that didn’t matter so much anymore. But that wasn’t the reason he fought desperately to keep his eyes open this time around.  

There was no pressing issue to attend to.  Nothing that couldn’t wait a few hours or days or weeks to figure out.  His spiral into madness was of a different variety altogether, and it just so happened to be that sleep itself was his mortal enemy.  No matter how ravenously he craved its peace and tranquility, it refused to offer him anything short of hellish imagery doomed to repeat itself until the end of time.

That’s how it felt, at least.  In truth, he’d only made it a fraction of the way through his second viewing of the tale of Simon’s commitment to his future salvation before things had even gotten to the point of true miserable futility, but like a trap poised and ready to snap at the slightest breath of wind, knowing the future outcome and being a helpless bystander all the same was in itself a form of torture he didn’t know how to prepare himself for willingly. 

How does one prepare for their own excruciating death even if it wasn’t supposed to be of the more permanent variety?  And wasn’t that somehow worse?  Experiencing the act firsthand only to wake up with the understanding it would likely repeat again and again until it drove you insane or else you fixed whatever problem needed fixing instead?

It wasn’t like he hadn’t tried, of course.  After the shock of the very first dream sequence wore off, the next night’s continuation saw him willing the body to obey his command and stay down for a change as he was thrashed about the room while both the monster and the people in charge of the sub’s tether yanked it this way and that without a care for how that would affect the person trapped inside.

Naturally, the events had transpired in much the same basic manner as before.  If he’d managed to actually persuade the body to do anything that it hadn’t in the initial version, then it was to such an infinitesimal degree that it hardly counted toward a victory when it had taken every last ounce of his grit and determination to do even that much seemingly to no avail.

Of course, a single moment of trial and error did not a fully-fledged experiment make.  If every scientist out there had given up after their first stumbling attempt at perfecting something, human civilization would likely still be living in the dark ages, and he wouldn’t be aboard the Hail Mary saving the stars with a sentient rock for a best friend and a robotic multi-armed contraption coming in for a close second.

Even still, avoidance had become the knee-jerk go-to whenever he didn’t wish to face a problem head on.  Just because he was going to have to fall asleep at some point didn’t mean he had to acquiesce to its pull the moment it began to brush soothing fingers over his brain beckoning him to come partake in an act he knew was going to end in total disaster.  

Scientist or not, he was still a human being with a squishy little ape brain that feared the things it didn’t quite understand and avoided pain and misery at all costs.  No one willingly subjected themselves to endless torture.  Or, well, he supposed there might be someone out there far less determined to evade the inevitable for whatever reason, but as far as he went, if given the option between fighting sleep or being subjected to riding copilot for another person’s ridiculous attempt at fighting eldritch horrors, he’d pick the former every time and never once feel the desire to regret his decision.

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Chapters: 1/3 Fandom: Project Hail Mary (2026), Iron Lung (2026) Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: The Convict | Simon (Iron Lung)/Ryland Grace Characters: Ryland Grace, The Convict | Simon (Iron Lung), Rocky (Project Hail Mary) Additional Tags: Accidental Time Loop Activation Sequence, Courtesy of an inter dimensional being who will stop at nothing to make the ship sail, Angst with a Hopeful Ending, Grace is going to save that feral cat of a man if it's the last thing he ever does, Everyone wave goodbye to Simon's trauma because I'm shipping it straight to Ryland Grace instead, Rocky is such a good bro for doing the heavy lifting, LITERALLY, The ending I deserved if nothing else, Dreams that should be nightmares if not for the sexy voice accompanying him on his journey, That goes both ways actually, POV Ryland Grace even though you can squint and call it dual if you want to, Come fall down the rabbit hole with me, I promise you'll be glad you did Summary:

“You’re fucking dreaming about this shit,” Simon huffed out, putting a hand over his eyes as if it would hide the fact they’d already begun to prickle with unshed tears.

Grace had never wished for a pair of arms so badly in his life, sucking in a sharp breath and holding it a beat so he didn’t accidentally let it out as a pained whimper. “To be fair, you’re just hallucinating me,” he said when he was finally able to do it around the frog in his throat. “I think it’s only fair if I get to return the favor by dreaming you.”

“What a fucked up nightmare on your side. At least I don’t have to be alone in this stupid fucking place. What do you get out of it? Other than a complex.”

“Well, I got to meet you, didn’t I? I’d say that counts for something.”

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Grace can't stop dreaming about the man stuck inside the iron lung. What else is there to do but try his utmost to save him? By any means necessary

The brainworms got me. Next thing I knew, I blinked and wrote 30k of absolute madness.

Did I mention all of this happened in a little over three days?

Prepare yourself for the arrival of this hallucination dropping the first of three chapters sometime tomorrow. Until then, I present you with a sneak peak of "We're Here" coming soon to an Ao3 near you.

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“I’m here, buddy.”

The return trip to Erid would take the two of them roughly three years and seven months to complete aboard the Hail Mary. Faster even than Blip-A had been estimated to reach its intended destination after splitting off those two million kilograms of its original fuel source to help power the mission to Earth. All in all, not a bad exchange rate, in his book.

Seeing as how that borrowed Astrophage technically already belonged to Rocky and the other Eridians, Grace couldn’t think of a better use for it than saving his friend’s life and getting the Taumoeba back to their dying star. Even if it meant never seeing his home planet or another human being again for the remainder of his days. The decision was absolutely worth the sacrifice and then some.

After they’d salvaged as much non-xenonite material from the wreckage of the other ship as they could carry without compromising their speed—which arguably wasn’t much, seeing as how the vast majority was made from the already pre-contaminated material—they set the ship’s course for 40 Eridani and let the autopilot feature take control of their fate.

The first few months were roughly the same as before. Learning as much new information from one another as they possibly could. Telling stories with the use of puppetry simply for the joy it brought being silly together. Watching endless documentaries and old movies to pass the time they weren’t stuck in the lab reassuring their farm remained wholly viable. And, of course, taking turns sitting guard while the other slept so that nothing further untoward could befall either of them when they were at their most vulnerable.

Grace soaked up every minute of their reunion and beyond. The endless possibility of days and weeks stretched out in front of him as the brand new calendar he’d scribbled on one of the white boards counted down their approach to a destination he was honestly pretty darn excited to get to see with his own two eyes.

There were a few pesky little things they’d have to figure out prior to their arrival, but where was the rush? Between the two of them, there wasn’t any problem they couldn’t solve. If they could save the stars themselves, they’d manage to land Mary on foreign soil with or without the proper landing gear necessary to do so.

“Grace turn sleep now,” Rocky informed him on one such random mid-afternoon nearly six full months into their trip.

Despite the computer keeping time for him, Grace rarely, if ever, abided by it anymore. What was the point? The lights could all be set to dim and resume their normal functions any of the available Earth timezones—but outside of that, there was also the option for manual adjustments, and seeing as how he preferred to spend as much of their day together as possible, it just made better sense to chuck his circadian rhythm out the window and go entirely on vibes from there on out.

At least while they roamed some of the more vast and empty parts of the known universe, that is.

“Rocky turn watch. Grace need sleep or Grace be too stupid to do math. Make another miscalculation like last time.”

“All right, all right,” he huffed, catching the ball he’d been tossing against the far wall on its next return trip and clambering to his feet. “But only because you asked so nicely.”

“Rocky always nice Grace. Go go go go. Before Grace remember reason to put off again.”

“Are you implying that I’m easily distracted, Rock,” he asked with a voice laced with mock offense.

If the alien had the ability to level him with a flat stare, he was ninety percent certain that’s what he’d be doing in response to the less-than-funny attempt at a joke. Waving his arms around emphatically, he rolled his hamster ball forward in a vaguely threatening fashion. “Grace go. Human brain squishy. Need more sleep more often.”

“Okay, I’m going, I’m going,” he laughed, raising his arms above his head and stretching out his sore muscles until his spine gave a satisfying pop.

Falling back onto the oval bed across the way from the xenonite-incased one, he stowed his glasses on the makeshift table he’d dragged in after Rocky had complained about his terrible habit of falling asleep wearing them and hummed a tired sound low in his throat.

Okay, so maybe he really was pretty tired, now that he thought about it. A nice few-hour-long catnap was likely going to do him a lot of good. Even if he did prefer to be up hanging around with his best bud or working in the lab.

Sometimes, sleep was an equally pleasant endeavor to undergo.

Tucking an arm behind his head, he let his eyes drift shut and called out a quiet 'night’ to the room at large.

“Night, Grace,” came a hushed reply, the sound of the ball rolling closer to his location the last thing he heard before darkness overtook him.

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Side note, this tells you nothing about the horrors I've decided to put this man through to save the terrified angry one. You've been warned.

“I died.”

Remus nearly dropped his wand in surprise.

Not because he actually believed the words or their underlying insanity.  As far as he was aware, no spell had the ability to reanimate a corpse, and his nose would have definitely picked up on the cloying scent of recent decay suffusing their shared flat had he been speaking with one, anyway.  

It was clear to him the phrase was metaphorical in some manner.  It just so happened to be the last thing he ever anticipated coming out of his roommate’s mouth, especially when spoken with that same almost whispered reverence he’d heard back in the Potter’s living room a little over a week prior.  

And that was odd, in its own right, but odder yet that he knew with almost equal certainty that somewhere in their hallowed walls housed the whole, messy truth.  Or the truth as Sirius believed it, which was as good as the very same thing.

If it raised far more questions than it did any actual answers, he’d have to wait to ask them a little while longer, the moment to do so sooner ebbing out of reach when he then caught the sound of a door creaking open someplace several yards away and spared a brief glance over the other’s shoulder in time to watch James stumble through looking about as drained as he’d ever seen him.

Sirius followed his gaze and immediately took off before he had the chance to voice his command to remain put or risk losing something in the process, huffing a sigh out through his nose and stuffing his wand back into his coat pocket with the intention to table to conversation for a time they weren’t lingering in polite society. 

As he would have done from the start had his emotions not gotten the better of him at the worst possible moment.

It wasn’t entirely his fault.  The week leading up to the full moon was always a rockier period of adjustment while the wolf he kept contained the remainder of the time slowly but surely picked the lock on its cage all the while snarling at him and everyone around it demanding to be set free.  

That, coupled with the fact he’d been awoken at the arse crack of dawn by a stag zipping into his bedroom to alert him of the situation and request his presence as soon as possible would have put him into a foul mood no matter who he stumbled upon in the halls.  It was simply his great misfortune that his mouth had a mind of its own when faced with the opportunity to lash out at the one person who had been causing the rest of him unparalleled grief for weeks on end.

At least now he’d have an excuse to give chase should the idiot attempt to flee after he’d made it perfectly clear he wasn’t opposed to the use of force to get his way.  Though something told him his roommate was about as relieved by the encounter as he felt in the aftermath still riding high on the burst of adrenaline and the residual fumes of his previous ire.

Hopefully that didn’t change any after they heard the news about their friend’s condition.  If it did, well.  He’d cross that bridge when it came to it.

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Chapters: 3/15 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Sirius Black/Remus Lupin Characters: Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, James Potter, Lily Evans Potter, Peter Pettigrew, Regulus Black, Severus Snape, Narcissa Black Malfoy, Albus Dumbledore, Alastor "Mad-Eye" Moody Additional Tags: wolfstar, Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, Time Travel Fix-It, Kind Of, Lengthy Fic, righting the wrongs of one Joanne Rowling by undoing everything because I can, New Beginnings, Slow Burn, how do we slow burn on a relationship that already happened you ask?, Watch me - Freeform, Lovers to friends back to Lovers, its a wild ride and I promise its so worth it, canon divergence in the biggest way humanly possible, major and minor character UNdeath, As in no one dies, the happy ending everyone deserved Summary:

“You’ll never guess what I found in the help-wanted ads this go around,” Remus said without ever once tearing his gaze away from the post in front of him, amber eye scanning what remained of the page in quick sweeps that should have been impossible to glean even an ounce of information from were he anyone in the entire universe other than exactly himself.

Sirius didn’t know he was moving until he had the scent of ginger tea and dried ink flooding his airways with its soothing comfort—and then it took everything left in his willpower not to bury his face down in a too-warm neck and sob uncontrollably at the fact they’d both somehow made it to the same place despite the length of time he knew had to have passed between their respective deaths what felt like only seconds prior.

The urge to apologize for everything he’d put his lover through in his absence pooled on the tip of his tongue, but he held it back. Content in the moment to simply relish in the sensation of Remus’ solid mass; and Remus’ heady scent; and Remus’ overbearing warmth; and Remus, Remus, Remus, Remus, Remus. ------- OR

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Keith/Lance (Voltron) Characters: Keith (Voltron), Lance (Voltron), Shiro (Voltron), Hunk (Voltron), Pidge | Katie Holt Additional Tags: klance, Alternate Universe - Real World, Mechanic Keith (Voltron), Swim Instructor Lance, Fluff, Aged-Up Characters, the one shot that got away from me, Lance teaching Keith but Keith is too distracted to focus, oblivious keith, when is he not?, excessive flirting, and going on accidental dates, Mutual Pining, Attraction at first sight Summary:

“Unfortunately, as I’m sure you’ve already noticed, the pool is closed to the general public for a lesson for the next hour, hour-and-a-half,” he explained as he gestured off to the group no doubt watching their every interaction with rapt attention and vicious whispers shared under their breath for the ongoing disturbance creeping into their future funtime. “But if you wanted to come back around four-ish, we’ll resume our free swim at that time. Just don’t come later than six, or I’ll have to turn you away again for another class that goes until seven, with the pool itself closing for the night at seven thirty sharp.”

”I’m not—“ Keith attempted to explain his presence at least somewhat rationally.

Before he had the chance to finish the thought, the man resumed jumping to conclusions that found his face burning with a renewed vigor that rivaled the sun’s chaotic glow. ”Oh,” he gasped, blue eyes blown wide and newly apologetic, flicking to the place just past his shoulder and back again in quick succession. “I’m sorry, we don’t get many fathers showing up to support their kiddos. I’m Lance, the swimming instructor. I take it your son is my newest student Keith?”

I almost never do this, but seeing as I'll be posting everything once it's fully written, here's a teaser of my current 'this is just a quick thing I'll write up to help me shake off the writer's block funk' that now has a mind of its own and will definitely be a mini fic by the end of it considering its already 13k and counting

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Keith slid the catch pan underneath the bike’s engine and loosened the bolt holding the drain plug, watching for a beat as the thick, gooey liquid cascaded into the container with a wet, squelching plop.

“—So then I mentioned wanting to look into maybe doing some kind of charity work this summer, and Adam suggested I sign up for the race he’s volunteering for to help raise money for the new children’s cancer ward they want to build to replace that old wing the hospital stopped using over a decade ago.”

“Ah.”

Affixing his wrench over the place the filter was located next, he got to work removing the spent part with a quick flick or two of the wrist, careful not to get his favorite pair of gloves completely soaked in the process when the small portion of oil that had been trapped inside began to seep out along the edges—a few splatters of which made their way onto floor before he had the chance to capture them in full.

Not that the cement was anything close to pristine prior to the mishap.  And nothing a good pressure wash wouldn’t rectify.  If he actually remembered to get around to doing it this time on his way out the door…

“I told him I’d love to, of course; and then he asked whether I knew of anyone else who’d be willing to enter, even for one of the shorter bouts.  The higher the number of participants on our team, the better the donations the hospital receives from their sponsors, and I said I’d see what I could do to persuade some of the people I know who are into that sort of thing…”

“Mm.”

Wiping off the plug with a mostly-clean rag, Keith reattached it once the drainage had all but ceased its syrupy flow, doing much the same with the area that housed the filter as well as what little remained on the outer region of the drain hole.  

“Allura already knows she can’t make it that weekend—confrence in New York or something like that—so Romelle kindly offered to give it a go in her stead.  I’ve got a few others from the gym tentatively interested, but you know as well as I do how flaky meatheads can be.”

“Uh huh.”

“Which brings me to the reason for my visit.”  Shiro paused then, likely waiting to see whether he’d turn around and actually engage in the conversation for a change, or if it wouldn’t end up being the one-sided variety through to the end of his shift.  

The trouble with that was, Keith had already become far too engrossed in making sure the replacement filter received the proper amount of lubrication necessary to obtain a tight seal to turn around and force what little remained of his attention back onto the note of hopeful encouragement laced in his friend’s tone.  Or really anything that wasn’t doing his job to the best of his ability, for that matter.  An achievement he’d yet to slip up in for all of the eight-or-so years he’d been running the garage all by his lonesome after taking over for the previous owner when the man decided it was finally time to move on to greener pastures.

If Shiro craved a slightly more enthralled conversational partner, he knew better than to try him during business hours.  As it stood, it was all he could do to catch the gist of what was being said and respond in kind.  

A beat passed, and then a pair of green scrub-clad legs walked into his peripheral and hovered dangerously close to the still-open bottle of fresh oil he’d placed at his side, effectively drawing his gaze up to where the man attached was giving him his best rendition of puppy dog eyes.

Huffing a sigh out through his nose, Keith replaced the cap and rose to his feet, rubbing the remnants of the pinkish-red liquid smearing the tips of his fingers onto his already heavily grease-stained Carhartts.  “You’ve got five minutes,” he drawled, glancing at the clock above the office door and noting the hour as just after three in the afternoon.  

Two more left until closing, and he still had another car to diagnose before he’d feel good about leaving for the day.  Time really was of the essence if he hoped to both hit the gym on his way home and grab takeout from the Thai place down the street.  Most nights, they didn't stay open long if no one frequented their establishment past six-ish.  

“After that, I’m going back to my real work.  You know.  The thing we all do to pay the bills?”

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Leaning back against the rough stone of the abandoned building, Sirius exhaled the smoke out of his lungs and flicked his grey eyes up to the wide expanse of stars twinkling overhead, searching out the constellations he could still recall from what felt like a lifetime ago.

Astronomy had never really been his strong suit.  Too closely linked with his family heritage to ever warrant his undivided attention, and far too late of a class time during his later school years to justify taking even if he wanted the excuse to prowl the halls long after most students were forced inside their common spaces for curfew.  Plus it was undeniably boring work learning all the many names of various celestial bodies that already had disappointed, sneering faces attached to them.

The night sky itself, however.  That part made a bit more sense to him the longer he gazed up into the promise of spiraling infinity and found himself still thankfully small against the backdrop of yet another moonless evening.  Just a pinprick of destiny amidst the vast endlessness of quiet space.  

Almost relieving enough that his next sharp extraction off the cigarette in his hand was somewhat cleansing in nature, the corresponding release of the portion that hadn’t found a way to sink down into his bloodstream a means of letting go.

Things had been rather complicated in the weeks following his first attempt at dodging the greater portion of an alternative narrative for both himself and those around him.  Namely in the feeling like an absolute wanker department, although he continued to hold fast to the idea of some kind of good ascending from the rubble of his self-imposed misery the closer he crept toward the inescapable point of no return.

If he spent too long thinking about the horrible loss aspect of the equation, he was certain to never again leave his bedroom, let alone take the steps necessary to place one foot in front of the other no matter where the path he’d begun forging led him in the long term.  Even if that place saw nothing and no one until the end of his days.  Even if he had to drape the memories of a simpler time around himself like a blanket of slim comfort, at least he could raise his head to the sky with the knowledge he’d done the right thing.

For once in his selfish life, Sirius had made the correct choice and sacrificed his own happiness for the happiness of the people he loved more than anything in the world.  That had to count for something worthwhile.  Surely fate would allow for the brief imbalance until the scales found a way to adjust themselves accordingly and smooth out any rough edges left behind in the abrupt transfer?

And anyway, it wasn’t as if he was trying to be absent more often than not.  Closing the door on the opportunity to make the same cruel mistakes another version of him had carelessly thrown open was simply his penance to bear the brunt of no matter how terribly it festered in his heart.

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Chapters: 2/15 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Sirius Black/Remus Lupin Characters: Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, James Potter, Lily Evans Potter, Peter Pettigrew, Regulus Black, Severus Snape, Narcissa Black Malfoy, Albus Dumbledore, Alastor "Mad-Eye" Moody Additional Tags: wolfstar, Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, Time Travel Fix-It, Kind Of, Lengthy Fic, righting the wrongs of one Joanne Rowling by undoing everything because I can, New Beginnings, Slow Burn, how do we slow burn on a relationship that already happened you ask?, Watch me - Freeform, Lovers to friends back to Lovers, its a wild ride and I promise its so worth it, canon divergence in the biggest way humanly possible, major and minor character UNdeath, As in no one dies, the happy ending everyone deserved Summary:

“You’ll never guess what I found in the help-wanted ads this go around,” Remus said without ever once tearing his gaze away from the post in front of him, amber eye scanning what remained of the page in quick sweeps that should have been impossible to glean even an ounce of information from were he anyone in the entire universe other than exactly himself.

Sirius didn’t know he was moving until he had the scent of ginger tea and dried ink flooding his airways with its soothing comfort—and then it took everything left in his willpower not to bury his face down in a too-warm neck and sob uncontrollably at the fact they’d both somehow made it to the same place despite the length of time he knew had to have passed between their respective deaths what felt like only seconds prior.

The urge to apologize for everything he’d put his lover through in his absence pooled on the tip of his tongue, but he held it back. Content in the moment to simply relish in the sensation of Remus’ solid mass; and Remus’ heady scent; and Remus’ overbearing warmth; and Remus, Remus, Remus, Remus, Remus. ------- OR

“Happy birthday, Sirius,” Remus mumbled to himself, setting the note back onto the table in the same place it had been left for him to find and dropping his head into his hands.

That there even was a note to speak of was at least a step up from total abandonment.  Not great, but it had to count for something of merit.  

At least his roommate planned on coming back.  Eventually.

Why he thought things might be a tiny bit different where the full moon was concerned was honestly beyond him.  Sirius hadn’t been present enough in their shared flat to have a proper conversation with for weeks, at that point, let alone gauge the likelihood he’d even show up after their last disastrous encounter left him feeling worse than ever before.  

It didn’t matter that he’d never missed one in all the years he’d promised to be there no matter what.  Even at the peak of their falling out, when Remus was hurt and angry, so convinced he’d never recover from the loss of trust created with a single mindless infraction, Padfoot still appeared at the edges of the forest waiting for the opportunity to be let back in as a source of fresh comfort.  If there had been anything in life he knew he could count on, it was that his friend would always be just that.  A friend.

Somewhere over the course of the past month, that had changed drastically.  Like a switch flicking from on to off, the disparity growing between the two of them felt as different to him as night and day.

The worst part was, he couldn’t even begin to pinpoint the reason with absolute certainty.  Maybe if he could, there'd be an answer waiting on the other side.  A way to go back.  Fix it. 

Nothing about their situation had changed any prior to the abrupt one-eighty.  They’d still been dancing around one another.  Touching too much.  Lingering too long.  Swaying into one another’s orbit like magnets set to the exact opposite charge.  And yet, never once in all that time—in all those minutes and seconds and hours of quiet intimacy that had crept their way toward the precipice of something tangible—did either one of them ever take the final leap and close the remaining distance.  

Call him an idiot if you must, but even as far back as that morning in the kitchen just before everything went to shite, he honestly never believed his feelings to be all that genuinely reciprocated.  

Perhaps he’d always been a little too close to the problem to really get a good view of the bigger picture.  Having something be a near-constant in your life would likely do that to anyone, no matter their level of intelligence in other areas.  Having Sirius always standing within arm’s reach left him thinking he was only imagining the way those grey eyes used to track his every movement with intense focus.  How could he believe anything less, when he had nothing more to base his claims on other than what had always been right in front of his face waiting for him to come notice it?

Would that he’d gotten the memo sooner rather than later, because the next thing he knew, it was gone in a flash.  Ripped out of his hands before he even understood the full extent of what had been placed there for safekeeping.  

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Chapters: 1/15 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Sirius Black/Remus Lupin Characters: Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, James Potter, Lily Evans Potter, Peter Pettigrew, Regulus Black, Severus Snape, Narcissa Black Malfoy, Albus Dumbledore, Alastor "Mad-Eye" Moody Additional Tags: wolfstar, Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, Time Travel Fix-It, Kind Of, Lengthy Fic, righting the wrongs of one Joanne Rowling by undoing everything because I can, New Beginnings, Slow Burn, how do we slow burn on a relationship that already happened you ask?, Watch me - Freeform, Lovers to friends back to Lovers, its a wild ride and I promise its so worth it, canon divergence in the biggest way humanly possible, major and minor character UNdeath, As in no one dies, the happy ending everyone deserved Summary:

“You’ll never guess what I found in the help-wanted ads this go around,” Remus said without ever once tearing his gaze away from the post in front of him, amber eye scanning what remained of the page in quick sweeps that should have been impossible to glean even an ounce of information from were he anyone else in the entire universe other than exactly himself.

Sirius didn’t know he was moving until he had the scent of ginger tea and dried ink flooding his airways with its soothing comfort—and then it took everything left in his willpower not to bury his face down in a too-warm neck and sob uncontrollably at the fact they’d both somehow made it to the same place despite the length of time he knew had to have passed between their respective deaths what felt like only seconds prior.

The urge to apologize for everything he’d put his lover through in his absence pooled on the tip of his tongue, but he held it back. Content in the moment to simply relish in the sensation of Remus’ solid mass; and Remus’ heady scent; and Remus’ overbearing warmth; and Remus, Remus, Remus, Remus, Remus.

------- OR A second chance at fixing past wrongs might just be the very thing Sirius needs to save his entire world.

Chapters: 15/15 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Sirius Black/Remus Lupin Characters: Remus Lupin, Sirius Black Additional Tags: wolfstar, Fluff and Angst, Time Skips, Slow Burn, Mutual Pining, Friends to Lovers, an ode to the power of love transcending time and space, Canon Compliant, but don't let that stop you from coming on this journey with me, Everything is Beautiful and Everything Hurts, POV Alternating, I promise it's worth a read, Fluff and Smut Summary:

“You do,” Remus asked quietly, feeling his cheeks begin to heat from mild embarrassment. No one had ever told him that before. Unless he counted his mum, which he most certainly did not. Mums were supposed to tell you things like that; random boys who happened to share a common sleeping space were under far less obligation.

The corners of Sirius’ stormy eyes crinkled softly as he nodded his head. “Yeah, I do.”

“Chocolate.”

“Pardon?”

“Chocolate,” he repeated a little louder, curling his mouth wryly. “I’d like some chocolate, if you can find some. And a cup of ginger tea.”

“What are you, an old man,” Sirius quipped, rising to his feet to stretch out his limbs and twist his spine with an audible pop. Running a hand through his messy black hair, he gazed down through long lashes. "I suppose I could do that." ----------------- Or

Chapters: 14/15 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Sirius Black/Remus Lupin Characters: Remus Lupin, Sirius Black Additional Tags: wolfstar, Fluff and Angst, Time Skips, Slow Burn, Mutual Pining, Friends to Lovers, an ode to the power of love transcending time and space, Canon Compliant, but don't let that stop you from coming on this journey with me, Everything is Beautiful and Everything Hurts, POV Alternating, I promise it's worth a read, Fluff and Smut Summary:

“You do,” Remus asked quietly, feeling his cheeks begin to heat from mild embarrassment. No one had ever told him that before. Unless he counted his mum, which he most certainly did not. Mums were supposed to tell you things like that; random boys who happened to share a common sleeping space were under far less obligation.

The corners of Sirius’ stormy eyes crinkled softly as he nodded his head. “Yeah, I do.”

“Chocolate.”

“Pardon?”

“Chocolate,” he repeated a little louder, curling his mouth wryly. “I’d like some chocolate, if you can find some. And a cup of ginger tea.”

“What are you, an old man,” Sirius quipped, rising to his feet to stretch out his limbs and twist his spine with an audible pop. Running a hand through his messy black hair, he gazed down through long lashes. "I suppose I could do that." ----------------- Or

Chapters: 13/15 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Sirius Black/Remus Lupin Characters: Remus Lupin, Sirius Black Additional Tags: wolfstar, Fluff and Angst, Time Skips, Slow Burn, Mutual Pining, Friends to Lovers, an ode to the power of love transcending time and space, Canon Compliant, but don't let that stop you from coming on this journey with me, Everything is Beautiful and Everything Hurts, POV Alternating, I promise it's worth a read, Fluff and Smut Summary:

“You do,” Remus asked quietly, feeling his cheeks begin to heat from mild embarrassment. No one had ever told him that before. Unless he counted his mum, which he most certainly did not. Mums were supposed to tell you things like that; random boys who happened to share a common sleeping space were under far less obligation.

The corners of Sirius’ stormy eyes crinkled softly as he nodded his head. “Yeah, I do.”

“Chocolate.”

“Pardon?”

“Chocolate,” he repeated a little louder, curling his mouth wryly. “I’d like some chocolate, if you can find some. And a cup of ginger tea.”

“What are you, an old man,” Sirius quipped, rising to his feet to stretch out his limbs and twist his spine with an audible pop. Running a hand through his messy black hair, he gazed down through long lashes. "I suppose I could do that." ----------------- Or

Chapters: 12/15 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Sirius Black/Remus Lupin Characters: Remus Lupin, Sirius Black Additional Tags: wolfstar, Fluff and Angst, Time Skips, Slow Burn, Mutual Pining, Friends to Lovers, an ode to the power of love transcending time and space, Canon Compliant, but don't let that stop you from coming on this journey with me, Everything is Beautiful and Everything Hurts, POV Alternating, I promise it's worth a read, Fluff and Smut Summary:

“You do,” Remus asked quietly, feeling his cheeks begin to heat from mild embarrassment. No one had ever told him that before. Unless he counted his mum, which he most certainly did not. Mums were supposed to tell you things like that; random boys who happened to share a common sleeping space were under far less obligation.

The corners of Sirius’ stormy eyes crinkled softly as he nodded his head. “Yeah, I do.”

“Chocolate.”

“Pardon?”

“Chocolate,” he repeated a little louder, curling his mouth wryly. “I’d like some chocolate, if you can find some. And a cup of ginger tea.”

“What are you, an old man,” Sirius quipped, rising to his feet to stretch out his limbs and twist his spine with an audible pop. Running a hand through his messy black hair, he gazed down through long lashes. "I suppose I could do that." ----------------- Or

Chapters: 11/15 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Sirius Black/Remus Lupin Characters: Remus Lupin, Sirius Black Additional Tags: wolfstar, Fluff and Angst, Time Skips, Slow Burn, Mutual Pining, Friends to Lovers, an ode to the power of love transcending time and space, Canon Compliant, but don't let that stop you from coming on this journey with me, Everything is Beautiful and Everything Hurts, POV Alternating, I promise it's worth a read, Fluff and Smut Summary:

“You do,” Remus asked quietly, feeling his cheeks begin to heat from mild embarrassment. No one had ever told him that before. Unless he counted his mum, which he most certainly did not. Mums were supposed to tell you things like that; random boys who happened to share a common sleeping space were under far less obligation.

The corners of Sirius’ stormy eyes crinkled softly as he nodded his head. “Yeah, I do.”

“Chocolate.”

“Pardon?”

“Chocolate,” he repeated a little louder, curling his mouth wryly. “I’d like some chocolate, if you can find some. And a cup of ginger tea.”

“What are you, an old man,” Sirius quipped, rising to his feet to stretch out his limbs and twist his spine with an audible pop. Running a hand through his messy black hair, he gazed down through long lashes. "I suppose I could do that." ----------------- Or