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[raven]

I am very very very tired - got up sixish following a very unsettled night and spent several hours race-marshalling on Queen's Green. (Got up before my AO3 kudos email! that is my definition of early.) It's for charity, it was good fun if freezing cold, and there were literally more than a thousand runners - it seemed very much like every local business and every university faculty had a team, which made for a feeling of general camaraderie if very unwieldy team names. (It's quite difficult to shout, "Go, go South Cambridgeshire District Council!" but people womanned up and did it.) Work had four teams. I stood there in my high-vis and attempted not to yawn.

Anyway. I am tired and trying hard not to fall asleep. To that effect, let's do this, nabbed from fahye:

Pick a trope from this list and provide a fandom/pairing and I’ll tell you something about the story I’d write for that combination (i.e. write a snippet from the story or write not!fic or tell you the title and summary for the story I would write)

1. genderswap
2. bodyswap
3. drunk!fic
4. huddling for warmth
5. pretending to be married
6. secretly a virgin
7. amnesia
8. cross-dressing
9. forced to share a bed
10. truth or dare
11. historical AU
12. accidental-baby-acquisition
13. apocalypse fic
14. telepathy
15. High School/College AU

I should probably warn you I'll just end up writing you snippets. My fandoms are all listed on my AO3 page.

edited to add: haven't seen yesterday's Doctor Who. So anything but that but things related to yesterday, I mean. Doctor Who in general is fine!

Fic(lets):

for philomytha, Aral and Simon and telepathy

for ladymercury_10, Amy/Rory, huddling for warmth

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[raven]

home

"I was somewhere else, and now I'm here" - it's what he says, over and over and over again. They found him wandering the streets and when a Muggle constable tried to arrest him he made sparks fly, like a child doing magic with no conscious control over it. The Aurors found him not long after that, and there were questions asked, about veils, and falling, and memory, and healers came from St Mungo's, and there was a great deal of speculation and panic, but it was always going to end like this.

"They tell me," Remus says, "that you don't remember anything about who you are, and how you came here."

Sirius nods. "That's right."

Remus opens a box of ginger nuts and hands it to him. "Do you like the smell?" he asks. "You always used to like them, but I thought I'd check before I put them out."

"I like the smell."

Remus nods, and makes tea. He doesn't ask if Sirius still likes it, because he needs it, himself: something grounding in this tilting world.

"Aren't you going to ask me?" Sirius asks, as Remus hunts for mugs in a cupboard. "Everyone else asks me what I can remember, and how I ended up on the street, and things, things like that."

Remus shrugs, philosophically. "You'll remember when you remember. In the meantime, here you are."

"Yes." Sirius frowns. "Why? Not that," he quickly amends, "I don't appreciate it, you looking after me, and feeding me, and things. But why did they bring me here, to you?"

Remus doesn't move from the cupboard for a moment. "Do you know what a werewolf is?" he asks.

Sirius frowns. "Yes. Funny… why do I remember that?"

Remus emerges from the cupboard and finishes making the tea before he says anything else. He picks up the two mugs and places them on the table, sits down and reaches for a ginger nut, all the time with Sirius's eyes on him. Perhaps this time, he thinks, this is the time. Perhaps this time they can do it right.

"I'm thirty-six years old,' he says abruptly. "So are you - you're three weeks older than me, we used to celebrate our birthdays together. When you were eleven, you did something for me that remains the kindest and most graceful thing I have ever seen any human being do for another."

Sirius looks startled. He sips his tea and says, "I like this."

"I know," Remus answers, weary.

"Go on," Sirius says, and reaches for his hand, an almost-unconscious gesture, and Remus does.

[musesfool]

Oh, my heart. Yes, this, so much. <3

[silverhare]

This was like a soft whisper of leaves. Wonderful.