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“after all that waiting they hadn't had very long at all in the end”
― MsKingBean89, All the Young Dudes

“As he unlocked his front door, he could hear the phone ringing. It took him a few moments to get in - the wooden frame had swollen with all the rainfall, and the door got gummed up sometimes - but when he got in, it was still ringing. Must be urgent , he thought, absent-mindedly.
He shouted, “Padfoot? You in?” as he crossed the the room, then lifted the receiver, “Hello?”
“Hello? Hello, Remus, is that you?”
“Mary? Hi! I just got back - where the hell is everybody?!”
There was a strange silence on the end of the phone, and a horrible static prickle ran down his spine. “Mary?!”
“You haven’t heard…”
“Jesus Christ, Mary, what?!”
“Remus… something awful has happened.”
She started explaining, and Remus fell to his knees as the whole world began to fall apart.”
― MsKingBean89, All the Young Dudes

“Yes, Harry, your dad was my best friend, but
Sirius Black was my everything”
― MsKingBean89, All The Young Dudes: Volume 3

“He walked away, and Grant watched him, and for a moment he let himself pretend. Oh my darling. He thought, I don't half bloody miss you”
― MsKingBean89, All the Young Dudes

“I hate people," Remus would reply acidly, "People voted for Thatcher and keep buying Morrissey's records. People are idiots.”
― MsKingBean89, All the Young Dudes

“I loved you, and you left me with nothing , do you understand? I had nothing except a lot of scars and a drinking habit. So don’t start interrogating me about the bits of my life I’ve been able to put back together.”
― MsKingBean89, All the Young Dudes

“We’re all dying,” Sirius replied.

“Maybe.” Remus agreed, lacing their fingers together, “But shouldn’t life last longer, if it can be like this?”
― MsKingBean89, All the Young Dudes

“By the time that wretched summer term ended, the only person Remus despised more than Sirius was himself, for continuing to love him just the same.”
― MsKingBean89, All the Young Dudes

“You'll break my heart if you go now." Remus said, aware he sounded sulky and petulant.
Grant shook his head lightly, holding his ground. "I'm sorry, love. But it's breaking my heart to stay.”
― MsKingBean89, All the Young Dudes

“You’ve been fine,” Grant smiled, without a trace of blame. “You’ve been my little bit of magic.”
― MsKingBean89, All The Young Dudes - Volume Three: ‘Til the End

“He liked knowing that he and Sirius could be in a room full of people, and no one had a clue what they had been doing only the night before, or even two hours earlier. He liked getting away with it. He liked seeing Sirius with a girl, and thinking never mind, later he belongs to me.”
― MsKingBean89, All The Young Dudes

“I’ve loved keeping your secret , Remus wanted to say, I’d keep a thousand more, for you.”
― All The Young Dudes

“Losing yourself in drinks or drugs was nothing compared to losing yourself in Sirius Black.”
― MsKingBean89, All the Young Dudes - Volume Two: Years 5 - 7

“Sirius was a demi-god, and Remus was helpless to do anything but worship him.”
― All The Young Dudes

“I bloody well believe you, too - can’t get rid of ya, can I?” Grant grinned. His first genuine smile so far - it made Remus feel somewhat easier. “Like magnets, you and me, eh? Always snap right back together.”
― MsKingBean89, All the Young Dudes - Volume Two: Years 5 - 7

“He climbed into bed and rolled onto his side, facing the wall, to prove that he couldn’t care less which way Danny ‘swung’. Have you seen my boyfriend?! He wanted to say. As if I’d be interested in you, you big lump.”
― MsKingBean89, All The Young Dudes - Volume Three: ‘Til the End

“He stared at his friend, who was already lighting a cigarette, skin still pink and shining, and thought to himself, ruefully – this will never be enough.”
― MsKingBean89, All the Young Dudes

“Not a single day went by – and not one day would ever go by, for many years – that he did not think of Sirius and suffer. It was an abstract and cruel torture, and Remus resigned himself to a life of utter misery.”
― MsKingBean89

“You’ve been fine,” Grant smiled, without a trace of blame. “You’ve been my little bit of magic.”

Remus made a strangled noise, and tried not to cry. Grant hugged him, and they held each other for the last time.”
― MsKingBean89, All The Young Dudes - Volume Three: ‘Til the End

“Boarding the Hogwarts Express in September.

Listening to David Bowie

Listening to T-Rex

Christmas at the Potters

Winning a game of chess

Starting a new book

Finishing a book

Grant’s voice on the phone

A perfectly executed prank

Beating Sirius at History

Beating Sirius at anything

Running through the forest at full pelt with Padfoot

Sirius Black’s smile”
― Ms kingbean 89, All The Young Dudes

“Everywhere he looked, he was haunted by thoughts and memories of his friends, of the things they could never do, and the things he had not done in time.”
― MsKingBean89, All the Young Dudes

“Yes, Grant remembered now. It was always love, in those letters. For the last two years, Remus wrote to him every month with love. In early 1998 the letters stopped, and Grant knew. Sometimes he thought he'd felt it, deep inside, like a thread being cut. Remus was dead.”
― MsKingBean89, Out of the blue

“Promising young Healer, Mylene McKinnon according to the misspelt caption. Yasmin was not mentioned at all, though Sirius told Remus they were found lying beside each other, and their fingers were still touching.”
― MsKingBean89, All The Young Dudes - Volume Three: ‘Til the End

“Five minutes passed, and everyone chattered around them, before heading off in their different directions, nodding goodbye and finally leaving the scene as peaceful as they had found it. Sirius and Remus had not moved, only pretended to look at their book and crossword, two friends, content in each other’s company.

Alone, they both looked up. Remus’s eyes burned so brightly, they were so full of every dark secret, every private moment. Sirius swallowed, dryly, thrilled and amazed. Remus grinned, and the force of it was enough to knock Sirius out cold.

“All right?” Remus asked, softly.

“Yeah.” Sirius whispered back”
― MsKingBean89, All the Young Dudes: Christmas Compilation

“I want to choose you,” Noam said softly. “Every day, again and again.”
Dara kissed him, Noam’s lips parting under the pressure of Dara’s mouth and his hand lifting to Dara’s cheek. And for that moment Noam let himself believe in the future they’d spun together, all its brightness and its flaws, something so magnificently mundane it almost felt unachievable: late mornings waking up together, Dara perched on the kitchen counter while Noam made dinner, trading work stories over tea in the early evening, Wolf curled up in bed between them while they slept.”
― Victoria Lee, The Fever King

“It’s . . . what you said, in the bar the other night. About how I can’t let things go. You’re right. And maybe—I don’t know. Maybe it’s because I’ve been so—my whole life, people do things to, they . . . they hurt the people I love. And there was never anything I could do about it. Not until I got magic.” Noam’s hand slackened against Dara’s, but Dara didn’t try to pull away again. He rubbed his thumb against the backs of Noam’s knuckles, and Noam said: “I can do something, now. And maybe I . . . maybe I’m afraid of being powerless again.”
The moment that followed was heavy and silent, thick enough between them Dara could’ve twisted it in his grasp like fabric.
“You aren’t powerless.” Dara’s voice wavered. “You—Noam, even if you didn’t have magic, you wouldn’t be powerless. You’re so . . . you’re the bravest person I know. The stupidest too.” That earned a broken sort of laugh from Noam. “But. You’re strong. He won’t break you like he—”
His throat closed around the rest.
Noam’s inhale was sharp, audible. He lifted his hand and slid chilly fingers into Dara’s shorn-short hair. “You aren’t broken, Dara.”
― Victoria Lee, The Fever King

“How short?”
Now or never. And Dara was tired of staying silent.
Dara wet his lips. “When I was fifteen, I started getting drunk early. I’d open my first bottle around three in the afternoon. It meant I was wasted by the time he got home.”
Leo’s gaze caught his in the mirror, his hands frozen with scissors still in grasp. Dara looked back at him.
“Well. Eventually, he got sick of waiting for me to sober up. So one night he grabbed me by the hair”—Dara tugged at that lock twisted round his finger, tugged until it hurt—“and he dragged me into the bathroom, and he held my head under in a sink of cold water until I couldn’t breathe. Until I was choking. He only let go after I stopped fighting, that moment right before I would’ve passed out.” Dara lifted one shoulder, dropped it down. “But I guess it worked. I wasn’t drunk anymore.”
Leo was still staring at him. He didn’t say anything. Dara’s lips curled in a bitter smile.
“Cut it short enough he couldn’t do that again.”
― Victoria Lee, The Fever King

“But Dara missed the version of Noam that wore clothes he got from the thrift store—or, on one memorable occasion, from a dumpster. Dara had fallen in love with the Noam who drifted off surrounded by calculus books and made terrible decisions in the name of what he thought was right, who read Karl Marx and trusted himself more than he trusted anyone else.
The old version of Noam didn’t have this Noam’s eyes—wary, watchful. Dara could never have imagined his version of Noam killing Tom Brennan.”
― Victoria Lee, The Fever King

“It was a difficult situation.”
Dara laughed bitterly. “Well. What made it worse, of course, was that I was madly in love with Álvaro from the moment I met him.”
― Victoria Lee, The Fever King

“You’re the best person I know. Always have been. You just need to learn how to feel something again.”
― Victoria Lee, The Fever King