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                                                                               O LORD my God,                                                       If I have done this; if there be iniquity on my hands;                                                          Let the enemy persecute my soul, and take it;                                                              let him tread down my life upon the earth,                                                                    and lay mine honour in the  d u s t.

      fatherhayes. original character. private & semi-selective. 

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{ regulirex } "As it turns out I’m capable of much unpleasantness."

Remus falters mid-stride. He turns slowly back to the younger boy, thoughts half-formed and poisonous, fizzing at the edges of his mind, carried on a wave of equal parts terror and fury. His hands begin to shake. But why? he forces himself not to ask, because he can already guess–to retain Walburga’s favor. To hurt Sirius. To see the aftermath. For fun. “Regulus, surely you–you must understand the danger to Sirius. To be…to be not only with a man but with–surely…”  But as Remus has learned, there is nothing sure when it comes to the Noble and Most Ancient House of Black. Nothing but violence. Remus blinks, eyes burning and mind battered with memory after memory of the scars crisscrossing Sirius’s back and lower, the welts and gashes Remus has covered futilely with his own unsteady palms. Punishment for a variety of infractions, disparate in severity–-but were any so bad as loving a half-blood werewolf? What might be the consequence for that? The thought catches in his throat, a scenario too horrible to imagine that forces the air from Remus’s lungs. His hands are trembling in earnest now, whether to curl into fists or around Regulus’ neck or just to quake apart, he doesn’t know. Threats crowd his tongue, the sort of dark promises he is unsure he can keep, is afraid to see himself try.“You wouldn’t,” he says, and his voice is somewhere between a snarl and a sob. “You won’t. I won’t let you.

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“ Frater– no, mate, they’re sisters. ” Sirius knit his brows together and frowned. “ Birds. Broads. Girls. There’s no fraternité going on with either of them– to that I can attest.” He looked up at Remus and winked in a way that made it just dubious enough whether or not this was all just a joke. On the other hand, he’d certainly had genuinely idiotic moments more impressive than this one. The dark-haired teenager leaned back in the chair, bringing his hands back to clasp behind his head, where they couldn’t cause any more trouble. Remus was close– close enough to reach out and touch– though Sirius could not fathom why the impulse to do so struck him in the first place. He cleared his throat. “ Look, do we have a deal? Remember, if you don’t help, I’m going to have to wait here until it’s safe to go out. Could be years. Ages. ” A playful grin danced across his face, dimples showing.   “ And we both know you won’t get any work done with me here. ”

Sirius winked, and Remus could feel his resolve waver. Already he could sense the dark-haired boy chipping away at his anger. Effortless. And, as was usually the case, Remus made only the most half-hearted of attempts to hold onto it. Stupid. “God, mate, you know there are times when your idiocy is truly staggering.” Remus lowered himself into the chair across from Sirius with a s i g h. Nothing to rival his counterpart’s melodrama, of course, but it was satisfying to try. “I really would love to just, you know, throw you to the wolves,” he began, a grin briefly capturing one corner of his mouth, “But I do actually need to focus tonight--” a flash of the anger, making a late resurgence, a grab for dignity-- “considering that all of my previous work was doused in lover’s-quarrel-coffee.” For emphasis, he scooped up the sopping mess that had once been a particularly persuasive passage on potential academic uses for dark creatures, and lobbed it right at Sirius’s smug face. 

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Sirius made quick eye contact with the floorboards to hide the beginnings of a grin, hoping his downcast gaze would help him feign remorse. “Knew I could count on you, old boy.” In an instant, he pulled it together and looked up, wide-eyed and earnest. “It’s all big misunderstanding, really.” Brushing past Remus, Sirius gave a huff and collapsed into his friend’s chair with the exhaustion of a mid-life laborer. Romance– what a chore. He squeezed his eyes shut tight, casually tilting the desk chair back on its hind legs. “She has this sister, you know? Which I knew–” He peeked an eye open. Nobody can help but watch a train wreck. The train, in this instance, being Remus’ expression. “–But I didn’t know she had a twin.” He let the chair fall back to four legs, with a definitive thomp– just in case the moment needed some dramatic emphasis– and watched Remus carefully. “You see how easily a fellow could get confused in these sorts of situations.”

Sirius staggered by, the single player in a woebegone one-man show that did a poor job of masking the utter nonchalance with which the smarmy bastard lived his entire life. Remus tensed as an unruly black curl brushed his cheek, holding his breath and focusing hard on not inhaling--not smelling wood smoke or sage or chocolate or anything of the other delicious improbable things that Sirius had no business smelling like. That Remus told himself he was imagining. “Yes,” he replied drily, drawing nearer to Sirius but not sitting, enjoying looking down on him for once. Flames crackled in the hearth, and Remus focused hard on not noticing the way their orange light played across the walls, the furniture, Sirius’s absurd, smug, semi-shielded face. “Especially if that fellow were simple. Or, maybe, a complete arse.” Forbidden to consider how Sirius looked in the firelight, Remus’s thoughts drifted to his own appearance. Reflexively, he envisioned the inconstant glow as it flickered across the gnarls of his scars, surely turning them craggy and ghoulish. He flushed--certainly not helping the effect. “It’s harder to account for, though,” Remus forced himself to continue, “because as someone who actually pays attention might notice, Jane and Charlotte are fraternal.”

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“ Great advice, Doctor Lupin, I’ll be sure to try that– ” He ducked, just soon enough. “ –In the meantime, some help would be appreciated. ” Sirius wasn’t sure exactly what kind of “help” Remus could possibly provide right now, but he did know he was tired of dodging dishware. “ You know how to talk to birds, can’t you tell her it wasn’t my fault?! ” Upon the roar of fury from Lane (or was it Leeann?), Sirius came to realize that this may have not been the correct phrasing. All the more reason to have Remus– with his soft, lovable face and his sweet, low voice– explain the situation on his behalf. Sirius managed to slam the dormitory door right as Elle’s (or was it Eileen’s?) open hand came slapping down hard on the wood, surely where Sirius’ cheek was supposed to be. “ Please, Remus? Just talk to her? I’ll buy you anything you want from Honeyduke’s. ”

Remus busied himself with dabbing at the coffee spattered across his Defense Against the Dark Arts essay (”Boggarts: History, Temperament, and Potential Uses”), taking time to weigh the situation without the distraction of eye contact. The room was quiet. Jane (she sat behind him in potions, Remus had finally recalled) seemed to have retreated--for now. He mentally sifted through the contents of the box that held his chocolate stash, tucked under his bed as a precaution against the sticky fingers and voracious appetites of his friends. He’d been meaning to stock up on chocolate frogs, and was running dangerously low on the Hersheys bars he could only get at Muggle shops. “I could talk to her,” he answered, finally despairing and pushing aside the mangled wad of parchment. He would have to start over from scratch, and would surely be up all night. Hopefully Jane hadn’t thrown the last of the coffee. “But I don’t enjoy lying for sport. Which, come to think of it, might be part of why I’m so gifted at talking to--birds, was it? And I don’t actually know what happened between you two, or whether it was your fault.”  Homework abandoned, Remus circled the table and made his way toward Sirius. There was no way he was going to bat for the dark-haired boy without even knowing the circumstances. Especially when he was inclined to believe pretty much anyone over Sirius on matters of love and lust. “I’m waiting.” 

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Rules: bold what you prefer.

1. go apple picking vs. go on a hay ride 2. scary vs. sweet 3. sweaters vs. boots 4. socks vs. mittens 5. bonfires vs. football 6. trick-or-treating  vs. watch scary movies 9. bake pie vs. bake cookies 10. rain vs. fog 11. black cats vs. owls 12. ghosts vs. wizards 13. harry potter vs. halloween town 14. go hiking vs. sleep in 15. cinnamon vs. nutmeg 16. reading vs. writing 17. hot chocolate vs. tea 18. live in a cabin in a forest vs. have it be fall 24/7 19. candy apples vs. caramel apples 20. blankets vs. pillows 21. roasted marshmallows vs. roasted chestnuts 22. coffee vs. apple cider 23. red leaves vs. orange leaves 24. braids vs. bows 25. scented candles vs. the smell of fresh baked goods 26. carve pumpkins vs. make pumpkin pie 27. pumpkin spice lattes vs. chai tea lattes 28. coats vs. oversized sweaters 29. beanies vs. berets 30. candy corn vs. peanut butter cups 32. jump in a pile of leaves vs. swing on a tire 33. corn maze vs. haunted house 34. bob for apples vs. visit a pumpkin patch 35. whipped cream on hot chocolate vs. marshmallows on hot chocolate

tagged by: by nobody, but i did get this from @sempervinctus tagging: anyone who likes fall

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"You are enjoying all of this, aren’t you?"

Remus looked up from his book at the hissed accusation–just in time to dodge a candlestick as it came flying through the air toward Sirius. In the doorway stood Elise, or Justine, or some other dignified and intelligent woman who was currently hurling projectiles in a blind rage, thanks to the always-potent combination of Sirius’s sexual prowess and emotional idiocy. Not that Remus would know anything about that.“I’d enjoy it more if you’d stand farther away from me while this poor girl uses your head for target practice. I guess it’s probably too much to ask you to limit yourself to one shag at a time, but–” Remus was cut off as a mug arced perilously close to his ear, splattering coffee over his work before shattering against the wall behind them. “You could at least try to treat people with some decency.”

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Starters from “The Favourite”

"I’m on my side, always."

"Look at me! ...How dare you! Close your eyes!"

"We went with something dramatic."

"I��ve sent for some lobsters. I thought we could race them and eat them."

"You look like a badger."

"S/He's been stalked by tragedy."

"Everyone leaves me and dies."

"They were all staring, weren’t they? I can tell even if I can’t see, and I heard the word fat."

"No one but me would dare, and I did not."

"Favor is a breeze that shifts direction all the time."

"If I were a man I would ravish you."

"I apologize for my appearance. I hope I might be employed here by you as something."

"Let’s shoot something."

"I should have you stripped and whipped."

"I must take control of my circumstance."

"As it turns out I’m capable of much unpleasantness."

"You are enjoying all of this, aren’t you?"

"Well, it is fun to be queen sometimes."

"If you do not go I will start kicking you, and I will not stop."

"Hell. I’m sure you shall pass through it one day."

"I like it when she puts her tongue inside me."