i hate that the marauders fandom tags ship names for platonic interactions because then "prongsfoot" which i don't like that much also picks up "platonic prongsfoot" which i love!!! stop using ship names this way pleeeease 😭 it makes it impossible to filter tags

@m00neroni brought this up in the comments and i want to highlight this, but:

fandom has a syntax for tagging friendships already! for example Sirius & James is friends Sirius/James is romantic, I think we should keep using the & tags when we're tagging friendships at least, since cute shipnames like prongsfoot tend to have primarily romantic implications

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Hell Will Wait

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"You didn't change much," Sirius says finally, as Remus is fetching them two more drinks. "Other than the plants."

"It felt wrong," Remus says, looking over at the window, the night sky nearly completely obscured by leaves. "But the plants were…different."

"But you stayed?"

Remus flinches, looks back at Sirius, feeling suddenly defensive. "I didn't— I mean, I couldn't really afford anything else," he says. "And I wouldn't know what to do with the flat, anyway, I don't think I even have the right to sell it—" 

"No, no," Sirius interrupts, "I wanted you to stay. I'm glad you did."

"Oh," Remus deflates.

"It's yours, too."

Remus watches him for a moment, then sinks back into the couch and takes a deep drink of his beer. "Thanks," he says quietly.

"I got it for us both."

Remus nods, quietly.

"I like them," Sirius says, "The plants. I didn't know you grew plants."

"I learned."

Sirius nods, and sinks back into the couch as well, staring down at the beer in his hands as it sweats condensation over his fingers. "I could never keep a plant alive," he says morosely after some time.

Remus laughs suddenly, for some reason finding that absolutely hilarious. Sirius watches him as he giggles on the other side of the couch, a strange sort of tentative smile tugging the corner of his mouth down. Remus sniffs, finding tears in the corners of his eyes, and wipes them away. 

"I still have it, actually," Remus says, "The plant you weren't keeping alive when….well," he trails off, and gets up, partly as an excuse not to finish that sentence, and fetches a small pot from the kitchen with a leafy little Calathea with round leaves, patterned in greens and white on the top sides and a deep purple on the undersides. He hands it to Sirius, who looks at it with wide eyes and gently touches the leaves. "It had died back, back then, but these ones grow back pretty well if you give them good sun and humidity."

Sirius huffs a short laugh, turning the leaves gingerly so that he can see their undersides. "Wow."

Remus watches him quietly for a moment, his smile mellowing into a thoughtful expression, and after some time he says, "Sirius, how did you get out?"

Same Old Fire

Sirius/Remus, Explicit, 8k, Illustrated!!!!

Sirius gently banged his forehead against the cold glass of Remus's bedroom window for the umpteenth time. He didn't have a watch, but he'd guess he had been out here for thirty minutes. Maybe an hour, god, it felt like ages. He briefly considered the possibility that he'd lost all sense of time and had been standing out here for years, his skin prickling with the cold and his boots squishily attempting not to smother Remus's mother's newly budding daffodils in the mud. He thought, perhaps it would have been wise to wear a watch because the decades he was spending in this garden were beginning to feel unbearable.

That's not even to mention the hours — nine of them — that it took to get from the center of London to Glasgow on a motorcycle that seemed determined to undermine him at every step, and left him having to pull a detour halfway through the journey in search of a replacement tyre in Who-Knows-Where, England, as well as some replacement patience, which was unfortunately harder to get a hold of.

He banged his forehead against the window again. It was a delicate balance. He needed to strike just the correct pitch and tone of knock to wake up Remus two days post-full moon while simultaneously not waking up his parents (or anyone else in the neighborhood, ideally). Frankly, there was also the minor issue of whether Remus was in his bedroom to begin with, something that, if at this point turned out not to be the case, would lead Sirius to committing unspeakable crimes. He was fairly certain he was in there. Where else would he be? It made the most sense.

This time he let his head roll back on his shoulders, groaned in frustration at the sky, and knocked at a medium volume with his knuckles.

"Moooooon—ouch, fuck!" He yanked his hand back as the window slid open and raked his knuckles against the lip. He put his sore knuckle into his mouth but grinned around it at the sight of the familiar lanky torso hovering in the darkness inside of the room. In the moonlight, he could just make out the Patti Smith logo on his T-shirt, and, more obviously, the exhausted demeanor of his posture. "Moony! Fucking finally, do you know how long I've been out here?! I was about to give up." Maybe in another half hour.

"Sirius?" Remus's voice sounded rough with sleep, surprised. "What are you…how did you know I was—?"

"Would you let me in, I'm freezing my arse off." Sirius said, and turned around to pick a helmet and two brightly wrapped presents from the grass behind him. He shoved them through the open window into Remus's arms.

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Hell Will Wait -- Chapter 4/4

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"I think I could think of something suitable," Remus grins back at that, and tugs Sirius down to sit beside him. "For example, we could talk about how I've wanted to kiss you since we were at least fourteen." He leans in and kisses Sirius on his smiling lips. "And how I can hardly believe you're letting me."

"That long, Moonpie?" Sirius grins at him.

"Longer, probably. I was hopeless," Remus says, kissing along Sirius's shoulder to his neck. "I wrote in my journal about it and everything."

Sirius hums and tilts his head slightly. Remus feels him swallow under his lips. "This topic is a lot more enjoyable, to me."

"We can talk about how jealous I was, watching you flirt with Dennis," Remus says, putting on an annoyed air of contempt when he says the name, although it's obvious he's mostly joking. Or at least, a little bit joking.

"Hmm, I thought I sensed that," Sirius says, sounding suspiciously pleased.

"Anyway, he's not your type, I should think," Remus says, and slips to his knees between Sirius's legs, pulling him down into another kiss by the back of his neck gently.

"And you know my type, do you?" Sirius laughs. "Not sure I know my type, when it comes to blokes."

"Well, Dennis is way too full of himself to be your type."

"Is he!"

"Yes, obviously. He clearly only wanted you for your good looks," Remus mumbles into Sirius's chest, which he is covering in kisses, relishing the prickly-soft feeling of chest hair against his cheeks.

"We were at a bar, Moony, what else is there to go by," Sirius snorts a laugh, wraps his arms around Remus's neck and watches him trail his lips along his chest as well as he can from that angle. He's quiet for a moment, watching Remus contentedly, then says, "So, you think I'm good looking?"

Remus pauses in his kissing to raise an eyebrow at Sirius, rolls his eyes, then takes his nipple gently between his teeth, eliciting a gasp.

"So—" Sirius says, breathily, "What is my type, then?"

Remus hums thoughtfully around the nipple in his mouth, taking his time. "I was sort of hoping—" kiss "—maybe—" kiss "—tall, depressed werewolves with mild substance abuse problems and book shops."

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