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“They’re… chaos,” Remus said firmly. “And chaos is—”
“Rock and roll.”
He looked at Sirius sharply, and for once, matched his grin. “Yeah.”
“Maybe that’s my excuse then,” Sirius said. “I cause a bit of chaos now, and maybe one day, it’ll turn into rock and roll.”After losing his mother at age eleven, Remus has spent the better part of the last four years bouncing from school to school or else running around London and pretending as though he wasn't the kind of well-bred boy his father brought him up to be. Now, with his chances all run out, Remus is sent to Hawkings Independent School as a last-ditch effort to clean up his act. There he meets the very people who will set up the rest of his life, and is forced to confront the pieces of himself he'd long thought had been lost.
(genuinely not apologising for the slow-burn in this fic anymore. You've been warned <3)
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- Part 1 of The Cadence Opus
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LONG fic charting the marauders' time at Hogwarts (and beyond) from Remus' PoV - diversion from canon in that Remus's father died and he was raised in a children's home, and is a bit rough around the edges. Otherwise canon-compliant.
1971 - 1995This IS a wolfstar fic, but incredibly slow burn. Literally years. Long build up but worth it I promise!
PLEASE DO NOT COPY TO WATTPAD. SERIOUSLY, WHY??
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DISCLAIMER: I do not support JK Rowling's disgusting transphobic views.
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- Part 1 of All the Young Dudes
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Loyalty is something Yamaguchi thinks about a lot. He always has.
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- Part 1 of Fidelity
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He doesn’t know what else he can say. He has run out of things to say to Tsukishima. It’s just an awkward interaction with someone he used to know well. He doesn’t know how to bow out politely.
“I’m leaving now,” is all he comes up with.
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He wonders where that Tsukishima went. He misses him. He wants to talk to him again. When he was a kid Tsukishima seemed capable of anything. He feels like he’s seeing Tsukishima for the first time, and he’s a stranger.
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‘...my unhinged darling.’ he adds mentally.
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harrowing guided tours of his own range of emotions
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His home cracks and festers around him. Kei just wants to make it to graduation.
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“...So what am I supposed to do now?” His arms are tense and they tremble when he throws them out to his sides, adrenaline zig-zagging through him. “Exist forever in your wreckage?”
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Soft and conversational, he tells him, “My mom would’ve liked this house.” Softer, Kei answers, “Would she have?”
“Yeah. Because of all the wood.”
“It’s beautiful.”
Yamaguchi nods. “Dad went into construction after she died, you know, because he wanted to be around it. Because she loved it so much.”
Kei knows. He doesn’t stop him, though. He wouldn’t for anything. Their bones dig into the wood paneling and yet the soft disclosure makes him feel like they’re on a bed. Gentle, close, tiptoeing on the blurred boundary of sleep. Through the smallest gap between his teeth, Kei sees the press of Yamaguchi’s pink tongue when he pronounces his D’s.
“I don’t know, I guess—we don’t see it like he gets to, you know—all rough and unpolished like that. As separate parts of a whole. As pieces of something bigger. But it’s almost always hidden beneath other things, Tsukki. Paint or drywall or paper. Wood is just bones, Tsukki. But she loved it so much.”
To love even things colorless, flat and mundane, to love mere bones—Yamaguchi gets this from her.
Kei’s ribcage locks tight around his heart. His gaze drifts to the wood trim on the far side of the empty room. He wants to say his affinity for the honeyed wood that coats the house, lining each room and dripping from its grand architecture, is a result of Yamaguchi’s words and memories. But, staring, latent wires connect with a pretty spark.
The wood within the house is the color of Yamaguchi’s skin.
Yamaguchi offers all the color and structure Kei lacks and Kei simmers beneath the heat of clarity, knowing himself irrevocably selfish for the home he’s built inside him; inside his bones, muscle and skin; coated with sunlight, kissed silly by it, tawny, golden and familiar. -
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“How long have you known me?” Kei demands.
“I… a day? We—”
“Yamaguchi,” Kei says, and Yamaguchi instantly stops talking. “Listen to me. This is the third time I’m living through this day.”
“Huh?” Yamaguchi repeats, much louder this time.
Misanthropic Tokyo weatherman Tsukishima Kei is sent to a remote mountain village to cover the Spring Festival for the fourth year in a row—and finds himself stuck in a time loop. What Happens Next Will Warm Your Heart.
A Groundhog Day AU.
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"Yamaguchi has known him for a day. Yamaguchi will have always known him for a day."
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“Green,” he says with a decisive nod.
“Green?” Kei asks. He had expected something different. Orange, maybe. Not that he’s thought about it, or anything.
Yamaguchi smiles. Kei’s whole body feels lighter. “Yeah. Oh, but—” He wrinkles his nose a little, as if picturing something unpleasant. “Not, like, a really dark green, more like—more like a forest on a sunny day, when the sunlight—”
He sits up a little and lifts his arm, fingers fluttering gently in the air, down and then back up again.
“When the sunlight comes down through the leaves,” he says. Something in his expression is glowing. He lowers his arm again and turns his head to gaze out at the bare, snow-laden black branches bent outside the window. “You know what I mean?”
Kei nearly closes his eyes to envision it but somehow manages to restrain himself. He’s mesmerized by the nuances that shift across Yamaguchi’s face, each as fleeting as—well. As sunlight through leaves. Nostalgia, contentment, some faint vestige of melancholy.
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“What about you?” he asks with a smile that nearly topples Kei from his chair.
“Me?”
“Yeah. Your favorite color. What is it?”
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He wants to tell him, I still remember that day when we looked at the mountains and you taught me about pride. He wants to say, I’ll make that miso soup you love any time that you want it. He wants to say, laying himself bare, Your favorite color is green.