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TITLE: Promised Eternity (A Ring of Endless Light Remix)
AUTHOR: musesfool
RATING: NC-17
Other warnings or notes will be found on the fic itself.

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Sirius sucked in a deep breath. This was it. This was the night he'd convinced them to make the switch, to make Peter the Secret Keeper. He'd lived it over and over again in Azkaban, every word, every look, every doubt about Remus, about himself. He closed his eyes again, opened them, and stared down at his hands -- the skin smooth and supple and lightly tanned, rather than pale and ashy and pulled too tightly over prominent knuckles. He swallowed hard.

"So what's this brilliant plan of yours, then?" Lily prompted, and he felt a sob rise in his chest, choked it down. He didn't want to say the words. He wouldn't say the words. Not this time.

"Nothing," he replied, his voice thick and hoarse. "I thought I'd leave Remus the motorbike, is all. He knows how to take care of it; he'll know what it means if I leave it with him and don't come back." He drew a shuddering breath, heart hammering against his ribs. He'd never been able to change the memory before. Were the dementors losing power over him? Had he finally gone mad?

Promised Eternity, by setissma

TITLE: Promised Eternity
AUTHOR: setissma
RATING: NC-17
Other warnings or notes will be found on the fic itself.

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By the time the candles in the altar had nearly burned down, nearly everyone was half asleep, and the walk home was quiet, each absorbed in their own thoughts.

Remus, somehow, was not surprised to see someone sitting in the snow, on the stoop, shivering. He was, however, surprised to find who it was.

Bill and Tonks reached him first, far ahead of the others, because they had left before the rest, and Tonks's startled exclamation rang out through the silence of the night like a gunshot.

"Sirius?" she said.

There was a reply, quiet and tired and very nearly broken, but it was a voice Remus had been hearing in his dreams for fifteen years.

lovers alone wear sunlight, by musesfool

TITLE: lovers alone wear sunlight
AUTHOR: musesfool
RATING: PG-13
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Sirius stares after him, mesmerized for a moment by the casual grace with which he moves. Even after five years, he's still not quite used to this adult version of Remus, his lanky frame grown into a lithe elegance that pleases the eye. The snug fit of his Muggle jeans -- they both wear Muggle clothes more often than not these days (when Sirius can be arsed to wear clothes at all) -- doesn't hurt either.

Sirius feels heat flood his body, which startles him, and he thinks again that he really needs to see Rosmerta soon. Because one oughtn't be getting a stiffie from watching one's best mate walk away.

Remus turns back at the door, eyebrows raised in question, so Sirius shrugs off his odd reaction and follows him into the house to get dressed.

Lord of Misrule, by musesfool

TITLE: Lord of Misrule
AUTHOR: musesfool
RATING: R
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Remus listened to the chatter around him as everyone discussed their holiday plans. Peter's family was heading to Bermuda, away from the snow, and James was trying to convince Lily to spend the holiday with his family. Sirius was also spending Christmas with the Potters, though he spoke loudly about going out on the pull every night, the idea of which made Remus slightly queasy, and getting drunk New Year's Eve.

"Moony, you look like you're going to be sick," Peter interrupted himself to say. "What's wrong?"

Remus just shrugged a shoulder. He hadn't mentioned he was staying at school for Christmas hols, and he hoped to keep it quiet for as long as possible. While he'd have given anything to have his friends there for the full moon on Christmas night, he also didn't want the guilt of asking them to give up their holiday plans to stay with him.

He'd been doing a lot of thinking lately about life after Hogwarts, and it seemed to him that this was a good time to start letting them go, because he knew once they'd left school, they'd be leaving him behind as well.

Listen Like Thieves, by musesfool

TITLE: Listen Like Thieves
AUTHOR: musesfool
RATING: NC-17
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"Don't say a word." Remus's voice is warm and soft in his ear, a hint of a growl in it demanding obedience. "They're going to discuss our loyalty, or, rather my loyalty to Dumbledore. That's why they've sent you out." Sirius opens his mouth but Remus's long, elegant fingers remain on his lips. "I was -- indiscreet in my inquiries about that villa in Tuscany," Remus continues. Sirius hasn't turned, but from the amusement in Remus's voice, he can easily imagine the wry smile on his face. He'd forgot their little joke about running off somewhere sunny and warm, away from Voldemort and his insanity. He thinks it's a better option than what they've ended up with and files it away for later consideration, as Remus is still speaking. "They're afraid I'm going to say to hell with the Order and carry you off to Italy." Warm lips press against the nape of his neck. "I am very tempted to do so, I must admit."

The Game and How to Play It, by musesfool

TITLE: The Game and How to Play It
AUTHOR: musesfool
RATING: NC-17
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He dozes by the fire as Padfoot, warm and cozy and utterly harmless-looking, lulling Remus into a false sense of security that he can read his book or newspaper in peace.

How Remus believes he can loll about half-dressed and not have Sirius pouncing on him at every available occasion is something Sirius has never understood. He used to think Remus did it on purpose, that Remus was playing a game of his own, but Remus's genuine surprise and occasional irritation at having his reading interrupted have convinced Sirius that he is, in fact, just going about his business. Sirius finds this endless reservoir of ingenuousness incredibly charming. Not to mention arousing.

Falling Is Like This, by musesfool

TITLE: Falling Is Like This
AUTHOR: musesfool
RATING: R
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Various girlfriends come and go as they grow up, but girls cannot interfere in this one thing. However far apart the boys drift during the day, on full moon nights, the four roam together, and on the nights after, Sirius offers Remus comfort in the only way he knows how.

It has become important to him on a level so deep he can never articulate it, for all his skill at charming his way out of detentions and into people's pants. When he first discovers his attraction to other boys, he's grateful he can change into Padfoot on these nights, so Remus never mistakes his intent and pulls away in disgust.

He begins hoarding moments, secrets, things Remus shares only with him, and he offers secrets and fears in return, whispered in the warm dark of Remus's bed. He comes to rely on Remus, steady as a rock and nearly as strong.

So it feels as if the earth has dropped away the first time he sees Remus kiss another boy. His stomach plummets, the way it does when he takes a steep dive on his broom, and he finds it hard to breathe.

This is a secret Remus hasn't shared, and Sirius cannot grasp the enormity of his betrayal. He finds refuge in anger, sends Snape to the Shrieking Shack without a thought for what he's doing.

Caught with Their Pants Down, by musesfool

TITLE: Caught with Their Pants Down
AUTHOR: musesfool
RATING: R
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Remus looked down at himself, his best black trousers covered in congealing brown sauce, and raised an eyebrow. "Thank you, Sirius. I must have missed that," he said with an admirably straight face before he finally burst into the laughter he'd been trying so hard to contain. "It's just that Philippa, she kept--" He couldn't get it out, he was laughing too hard.

When he'd finally wound down a bit, Lily held out her hand and smiled. "Okay, boys, hand them over."

In unison, Sirius and Remus said, "What?"

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Scourgify alone is not going to get red wine out of a white shirt, Sirius, and I think anything but the most delicate handling will result in Remus's trousers coming apart at the seams. So come on, let's have them, then." She crooked her fingers at them, and Remus felt himself flush. "Oh, really. It's not as if you've anything I haven't seen before."

"And bigger," James added smugly.

"You are not," Sirius began, but Lily cut him off.

"We can get out a ruler if you like, but either way, shut up and take off your trousers."

"I can see why you like her," Sirius said to James, long fingers moving quickly over the buttons on his shirt. James smirked.
TITLE: Bewitched, Bothered and Bewildered
AUTHOR: musesfool
RATING: PG-13
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Valentine's Day at Hogwarts was not so much a celebration of love as it was an occasion for truly nasty prank wars, or it had been until James was made Head Boy. He'd put the word out this year that he was in a mood for romance rather than practical jokes, and everyone except the Slytherins would abide by his request. His pursuit of Head Girl Lily Evans was something of a joke amongst the seventh-years, who'd been watching it go on almost since the day they'd arrived at school their first year. Word amongst the girls was that Lily was close to caving, that the abrupt change in James's demeanor in spring of sixth year (leading to his appointment as Head Boy over Remus, the incumbent Gryffindor prefect and most likely possibility) had impressed her, and that working with him in her position as Head Girl had revealed previously hidden layers of his personality.

So there were any number of people interested in seeing what the new, mature James Potter had planned for the day, his good friends among them.

Always Something In Between, by musesfool

TITLE: Always Something In Between
AUTHOR: musesfool
RATING: PG-13
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She sat in front of him in Transfiguration. She had long, dark hair. It hung halfway down her back and he had the odd urge to reach out and touch it, to see if it was as soft as it looked. He imagined slipping it through his fingers as he kissed her, wondered if she would taste like the Sherbert Lemons she always bought at Honeydukes, or something sweeter. The scent of lemon and vanilla floated after her, distracting him whenever they had class with the Ravenclaws.

One day, she turned to face him, as if she could feel the weight of his stare. She was olive-skinned, so he couldn't be sure she blushed, but her mouth quirked in a half grin. He knew, then, what he had to do.