Lit the Yule log tonight in honor of the solstice. I left the Morana embroidery up for the darkest, shortest night, but tomorrow the sun goddess tapestry will be placed there until the 6th, when Iâll take down the Koleda/Yule altar and bring Morana back out.
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Chapter 12 of the illustrious fic Solntse has an utterly adorable line in it, and I thought it would be cute for Coops to say it in their own way, so...free will! Silly little scene rewrite for the hockey boys in yet another world where they fall in love. Credit for both Solntse and Sweater Weather belongs to @lumosinlove!
TW for implied smut (past) (but like less than five minutes past)
âEvil to me.â Siriusâ sigh gusts across Remusâ collarbone, warming his skin even as the sweat cools. He huffs, groans, and buries his face deeper into the bend of Remusâ neck. âAlways. Malveillant. Esprit de tourment.â
Remus snorts. âArenât you poetic?â
âHmm,â is his only answer. But it comes with a smile pressed to his jaw, so he supposes itâs alright.
Sirius is heavy against himâdeliciously so, from the long weight of his arm across Remusâ bare chest to the leg pinning his whole left side from the hip down. Remus flexes his hand; heâs still a little tired from holding that thing up and out of the way. Sirius had hardly rolled over as much as he had rolled onto Remus, heart still racing from post-coital bliss. And, Remus muses, using the last trickling bits of his consciousness to make up poetry about the utter torment Remus apparently wrought on his poor frail self.
He gives Sirius another five-count before raising his head an inch off the pillow to peek down at him. âStill suffering?â
âMm.â
Remus smiles, though Sirius has yet to open his eyes. âStill French?â
âOuais.â
âYouâre so cute like this.â
âHow?â The âhâ is softer than usual, almost invisible as it shivers across the span of Remusâ throat.
âPost-fuck.â
âLoup.â
Remus hums, gathering him a little closer with a gentle squeeze. His arm, too, is trapped beneath the heft of Siriusâ body. âI dunno, youâre allâŚcuddly, and toasty, and I can really feel how strong you are when you lay on me like this.â
âSmush?â
âNo,â he laughs, kissing Siriusâ forehead for good measure. Heâs exhaustedâclearly, they both areâbut he also kinda wants to lick the salt off every inch of Sirius. âWell, yeah, but I like it. Youâre more clingy. It makes me feel good, âcause it means you feel good, and youâre always an octopus and thatâs always great but itâs even better when I know I did that for you.â
A beat of silence falls.
Remus feels his face warm all over again and drags his free hand across his eyes. Maybe he was more tired than he thought. âSo. That was a lot of words to say that I justâŚlove you a lot. All the time.â
âCalled me something.â
Remus frowns. âHuh?â
âYou called me something.â Thereâs a crease in Siriusâ brow, though his eyes are still closed. âIâm forgetting.â
âUhâŚclingy?â
âNon. OttâŚoptaâŚâ
Remus wracks his memory. âOctopus?â
A sudden, sharp snap makes him jump. âCâest ça.â
âFor real?â
âSwear to god,â Sirius snorts, shaking his head as much as Remusâ shoulder will allow. âI have no idea.â
âI call you that all the time,â Remus laughs as he teases his fingers over Siriusâ bare ribs to make him squirm. His protests are mostly muffled (and mostly French), but he doesnât roll away. Remus lowers his head to the round of his shoulder, brought high for now to hide Siriusâ pink cheeks. âYou wrap yourself around me like one. With the arms and everything.â
Siriusâ confusion is clear even with his eyes closed.
âYou know, likeâŚâ Remus presses one fingertip to the valley of his spine with a soft pop noise. Sirius cracks an eye open at last, so he crooks a second to join it, walking them up to his nape with more sucker-sounds that make Sirius grin. Remus feels him shiver when he presses a smile to the curve of his bicep before opening his mouth for an open-mouthed kiss to the skinâand another, slightly to the left, and another, and another, picking up the pace while he draws Sirius close with both arms. Tiny red-purple marks adorn the site of each kiss; theyâll fade fast, but Siriusâ growing laughter wonât.
Sirius hoots when Remus sinks his teeth in a little harder, breathless and smiling up at him for the second time that evening as amusement wracks him. âDâaccord, un poulpe, I got it, I got it.â
âPulp.â
âPoulpe.â
âPool?â
âPool-puh.â Sirius pops the second syllable at him from where heâs spread so prettily on their pillows. A kiss follows hot on its heels. âOctopus,â Sirius mumbles into his mouth, licking forward like he can take the word back for himself. âTaking advantage of me.â
Remus lets himself indulge for a few more seconds before answering. âI was answering your question.â
âFucked out. Donât know English.â Siriusâ teeth flash over his lower lip. âTalking fast.â
Being wrapped in his arms, trapped in them, is everything Remus could ask for with a thousand words. Heâs happy it takes none at all.
Just reread Solntse by @lumosinlove and fell in love with Sirius Black again. Just want to bubble wrap this man and feed him hot cocoa and protect him from the cruel world.
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Iâve been in a drawing mood lately, so of course I had to draw our boys from one of my all-time-favorite fics, @lumosinloveâs amazing âSolntseâ. So hereâs some cute call-boy Remus and Russian architect Sirius! <3 ( I still canât get over how good this fic is, dammit Hazel youâve ruined me. XD )Â Â