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[mknmvz]

Sei what you mean

[object44object]

ughh . i said I would sleep and it’s already 3am

[cinnamontoastcrunch-15]

Today's @wolfstarmicrofic prompt is heart!

This is going to be a two part thing :)

(751 words.)

Remus is the last one to the hospital wing.

Sirius, the bloody idiot, managed to get himself hit over the head with a bludger, and Remus' heart is still in his throat at the memory of the boy falling from the sky. He spent the better part of ten minutes fighting to get through the people in the stands, the moment he watched the Gryffindor Quidditch team crowding around Sirius. The rush does nothing other than make him incredibly out of breath when he arrives.

Madame Pomfrey is checking over him, James and Peter turning to Remus at his arrival. Another person looks up, sat in the chair beside Sirius' bed, and Remus freezes for a moment.

Sam.

Sirius' boyfriend.

They haven't been together for very long, but Remus knows Sam doesn't like him. He takes every available opportunity to shoot Remus a glare. Not that Remus blames him. He knows it must be weird to have your boyfriend's ex hanging around all the time, but Remus has tried his best to be respectful. If anything, he's been holding back. That's all he and Sirius seem to be good at, since they broke up. Even if they're trying to be normal.

It doesn't seem to matter, though, Sam's face dropping at the sight of him.

"What are you doing here?" He asks, and Remus almost involuntarily arches an eyebrow. Just in front of Sam, Peter rolls his eyes at the question, and James just shrugs.

"Really? He's my friend and he fell thirty bloody feet, I kind of need to be here," he answers simply. He doesn't expect Sam to laugh, though. A breathy, almost derisive laugh escapes him, and Remus really isn't sure how to respond to that.

"Please, you're hardly friends. Everyone can see you two avoiding each other." That hits Remus, twisting his gut in an awkward, painful way. James catches the look on his face, turning to Sam.

"Oi, watch it," he warns him, and even Madame Pomfrey is watching Sam carefully.

"Just because we're in a... weird place right now doesn't mean I'm not going to show up when he gets hurt," Remus states plainly. Sirius has been there for every single full since Remus forgave him for what he did, even if they struggle to talk after.

Sam opens his mouth to respond, but he's cut off by Sirius. He's starting to stir, a grumble escaping him. Everyone's heads snap to him, Peter reaching out and pulling Remus slightly closer to the bed. Sam's focus is straight back onto Sirius, and it's clear to Remus that he's not about to wake up. It's definitely a good sign that he's not entirely unconscious, but his eyes aren't about to just... open. His voice is different when he's sleep talking. Lower.

Sam just doesn't know that yet.

It's obvious that he's trying to form words, everybody watching in silence.

"Mmny... R'mus," there's a slight frown on his face as Remus' heart stops.

Oh.

Maybe he's just hearing things.

"Remus," his name leaves Sirius' lips again, and everybody seems to freeze.

A few agonising moments pass, Remus' brain moving at a million miles an hour as he tries to quash the warmth spreading through his veins. Eventually, after what feels like hours but is probably only a few seconds, Sam pushes the chair away from the bed, stands and storms out, head down. He barges past Remus with his shoulder as he leaves, but it really doesn't matter to Remus. He's a little distracted by the unconscious Sirius, who's somehow searching for Remus in his dreams.

It's enough to push Remus closer to the bed, carefully reaching out and brushing a few hairs from Sirius' face. There's a deep purple bruise across Sirius' temple and over to the edge of his eye. The serenity that crosses his face when Remus touches him warms him immeasurably.

He knows he's still in love with Sirius. Honestly? Loving Sirius is the same as breathing for him at this point. It comes naturally, a constant in the back of his mind, impossible to forget.

Sirius doesn't need that burden dropped on him. They're not together anymore, and Remus is doing his best to accept that.

"Please don't tell him," he says simply, tearing his eyes away from Sirius and onto James and Peter. "About what he said."

That seems to baffle the other two marauders, but Remus throws them a pleading glance. It's enough for the two of them to nod.

"Okay."

-

Part 2 here!

[freshmeatz]

mmny wife.

[keldeochamp1on]

dumbest hill ur willin to die on

mmny bboyfriend’s tge nicest nnd prettiest

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[frycekseuthanasia]

Introduction - probably not needed, but I do it anyways,, but it's my 100th post! So though I'd do that now better late than never ig

Name: Fryderyk, simply call me Frycek - for really wild: I also go by Pink, Fryc or Euthanasia (for my name's sake)

Age: only a few months from 18, that's all I say

He/him, they/them pronouns or really anything besides she/her

I'm asex and that's all I'm gonna say I have OCD and the ´tism and other stuff,,

Here are some of my interest I will or will not Post about:

Music: Chopin, Liszt, Mendelssohn, Swing, Will Wood, Pink Floyd, Swing, Classical and more I'm too lazy to list

Art

Fandoms: Doctor Who, Hazbin Hotel, Sherlock, Genshin Impact, Harry Potter, Fantastic Beasts, Death in Ppradise, Hobbit and LOTR and more, but I don't know how mmny

I'm also interested in history, especially victorian and edwardian era

I love drawing and designing OCS and stors

Writing (poetry and literature)

I am always open for questions ig

Fun Fact: I am currently working on a book I will post about soon enough

[emotionally-irridated-hazmatter]

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[murray---adam]

Little mantis? Why are you in a car?

Mmny dad went to see his freind and i was alseep so he lockked me in the car!!!

[kth-thehornyone]

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[zkorpionzsting]

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[heightenedcompliancy]

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~* th3r3's so mmny r3asons for som3o3n to do that

Its so Strange s--ing Tro//s wish To inject Themselves with Another caste's Bl••d. they Know it Can ki// Them, right? Or is It just Pure stupidity?

[mknmvz]

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[michelemovesnyc]

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[rewstarr]

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[heightenedcompliancy]

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mmny stars i dint even

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[max-starfall]

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