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[heartofspells]

3 and 14 for end of the year asks 🫶

3 - favorite line/scene you wrote this year

Oh, that's hard. Why would you do this to me? No candles in the cave for you. But actually, I think it would be this scene from Painted Ceilings:

It's not an easy conversation. It lasts forever, far longer than Sirius would have ever liked. It almost ends countless times in arguments. It spans the sun's steady path through the sky and different rooms. They hop between the bedroom, the bath, stand inside the narrow corridor, pace the sitting room, scuttle through cupboards in the kitchen just for something to do. They fight. Fight about James and his part in it all, fight about names of all the absurd things to worry about, fight about where they'll be in five years, ten, thirty.

They fight and laugh. Walk and laugh. Fight and shout. Joke, tease, dance, fight again. Lounge across the sofa together with wedges of cheese and nothing alcoholic to drink, jesting and reminiscing about where they came from and how they started, Sirius battling against the urge for a cigarette and failing until he's begging for one, Remus smoothing the hair out of his face and rubbing soothingly across his scalp to settle him with understanding in his eyes that only leads to that increasingly familiar irritation swelling in Sirius and then they're fighting again.

Fight and twist and twirl and spiral and fight more and more and more. Laughter between the fights and laughter in the middle of them, shocking and rude, harsh sounds that shred vocal cords and shred hearts even worse, but they sew the pieces back together and go another round and then another and another. There are tears on Remus' face at one point, Sirius is sure of it, and Sirius maybe cries too but he'll never admit to it, that stiff upper lip ever-present, never fading, and Remus snarls his rage about it while Sirius screams his back, cruel and high-pitched like the choirs of hyenas leaving Remus reeling and Sirius reeling.

Laugh and argue and whisper memories and fight, round and round they spin, never stopping, never slowing down until they do but only for a second, only for another breath and then they're off again, doing it all over. Fight and fight and fight, shouts and accusations, jagged claws tearing away the faces of monsters, ones that don't exist and never have in kind-willed men and the ones that will forever exist in the worst kinds of people. Fight, fight, fight – fight or flight – stay or go – up and down and around round round, spin and circle and duck and dive, soar high and crash low, stripping away layers, not gentle, can't be anymore, peel it back, lay it bare, expose it to the air and let it rankle and swell and infect the air they breathe until it's in them again but different, growing, lightening, out again, floating into the sky, reaching space, touching stars and exploding from the heat, black holes left to devour other worlds, sent off to leave theirs in peace.

And it ends.

It ends like cold water gathered in a puddle at their feet, an ice sculpture melted to reveal treasures locked inside. It ends with Sirius speechless and hurting and stripped raw, with Remus staring at him with bleached eyes and breathless lips parted. It ends with Sirius pulling Remus against him with needful force and holding tightly, refusing to let go, with Remus clawing at Sirius' shoulder blades and gasping into his neck like a man hauled from a raging sea.

It ends with a decision, one made by both, together, solid in its foundation, nothing more than a foundation but there without cracks or anything unknown hidden beneath the dirt of their previous lives and who they've always been. It ends with the agreement and the understanding of the start of something new and impossibly terrifying and completely theirs.

And it starts again, anew and fresh, the way the ending had started from the beginning, with hot mouths and hot hands and still hotter flesh between teeth. With a familiar glint in Remus' eyes that shouldn't exist away from the moon but he says probably doesn't matter all that much anymore. It starts again with sticky tiles beneath their feet and fingers sliding through sweat and hair and with a broken kitchen table, Remus only barely catching Sirius in time with laughter on their tongues and the taste of each other in their mouths.

14 - a fic you didn't expect to write

Any of the three (3) Prongsfoot fics I've got (my universe, in flames, Sins Trapped in Belfries, CRuSH) or Black Moon. If someone had told me at the beginning of the year that I'd be writing Prongsfoot romantically or a Moony/Sirius smut fic, I'd have laughed in their face and called them a liar.

End of year asks!

#end of year fic asks #ask game #post in the toast #i tried to format the snippet better but it wouldn't post that way alksjdlkfj