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A Sorta Fairytale (Adore Part 4): Boots or Hearts

Chapter 1: Boots or Hearts

A collection of stories taking place in the Adore universe.

Hi friends! Something about today just made me feel inspired to post something for these two... what a headscratcher, huh? Please enjoy this first chapter while I agonise and stress about finishing the others. There won't be any posting schedule this time, because I'm the world's slowest writer, and none of the other chapters are even close to complete, but this is me promising that they will be, someday. I want to give this universe the conclusion it deserves, even if it takes me another two years to get there.

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america is a bleak & dark place right now but spending time surrounded by neighbors who care for each other & love this country enough to publicly & loudly denounce tyranny gives me enough hope to keep showing up.

there were thousands of us out in a severe thunderstorm warning today, pelted by pouring rain & yelling over thunder but laughing & crying & standing together anyways. the southern US is difficult & sometimes scary but it’s full of the most beautiful people & i will love it forever because of the thousands i walked beside today.

fuck donald trump, fuck the billionaires, fuck ice. i love my country & i love my neighbors.

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if my team wins the nba finals i will give you a release date for the sequel now everyone get to manifesting

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I'm in my Lana/West Coast/Ultraviolence feels because of your Sirius! I saw that you previously posted a little inspo clip of a girl skating, and I would LOVE to hear or see more about your inspiration for anything to do with Sirius figure skating. It's just so perfect for him, I could daydream about it all day.

I was kind of sad he ends up planning to let go of this part of his life (even though for very valid reasons). Hopefully there will be more skating lessons with Remus lol :p

eeee i literally know absolutely nothing about figure skating & everything about it in the fic was just extensive googling & getting into pinterest deep dives of choreography 😭😭 i have a secret pinterest board where i was throwing inspiration for the fic while writing it & there’s like 3 dozen little clips of skating that sort of pieced together what i wanted that sirius’ specific style to look like. & i just googled into oblivion trying to describe it lololol

& i knaurrr omg it’s a bit of a rollercoaster in the sequel for both of them coming to terms with what life looks like without the sports that have been such a huge part of their identities for so long. moving on is hard. u are 100% right sirius needs to host lots more gangly limbed skating lessons to make up for it lmaooo

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hello! i don’t know if this has been asked before, but did you used in new york? i’ve lived in new york my entire life and i feel like only someone who has lived here for so long knows every street and every spot like you did when you wrote it?

hi hi! i haven’t ever lived in new york but i’ve spent a lot of time there 🥰 top 5 favorite places on earth i love her sm she’s magical 🫶🫶🫶

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Hello,

I binged Hey, Sharpshooter in two days and I cannot get enough of them. It was just *delightful*. I plan a reread with comments over AO3 soon because there's so much I loved and I want to pour all my love (for them, for you!) somewhere, and also I don't want to leave that world now... Which is to say, THANK YOU for that wonderful story, and for all the tumblr posts about them. They are currently brightening my day (you have been the cause of 99% of the smiles on my face for the past 2 days). I hope you are still writing the sequel, I am dying to read it! <3

hi hi omg i’m so glad you enjoyed it 🥹🥹🥹

i am definitely still writing the sequel!! it had to hit the back burner for a while, but the plan is to work on it more frequently once i’m done writing this fest fic im currently working on. fingers crossed she’ll be ready to share in the back half of the year 🤞🤞🤞

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ok so i need to know! is the famous ramen spot in chelsea real and if so where is it😛

IT IS ✨✨ Kame on eighth avenue!!!

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got stuck between two tornadoes & flash flooding on the way home from work today & had to pull over and ride it out at a random dollar general in the middle of fuckin nowhere & the only thing i could think as the little metal building was rattling in the wind was “jesus christ i can’t die i haven’t finished my @moonyfest fic”

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Has anyone figured out what’s so viscerally wrong with this woman yet

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the urge to reread hey sharpshooter over again while i’ve fully got a list of tbr’s sitting on the backburner is so strong i dont think u understand the standard you’ve set for me i fear nothing will live up to it i love your writing sm </3

waaaaa ty anon i’m so glad u enjoyed it so much 🥹🥲 i am a creature of habit & very commonly find myself in the same predicament of rereading the same four (4) things over and over rather than trying something new lmaoo u & me r like this 🤞

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elated to provide yet another sequel snippet courtesy of my glorious boys advancing one last time 🏋️‼️👹

pls enjoy some sappy post-angst fluff 💕 (very wip have mercy)

Sirius’ throat burned as he reached up to press his hand over Remus’ on his cheek, leaned into the touch and tried to keep his voice from shaking.

“I love you more,” he managed to whisper. Remus traced another circle beneath his eye and pulled him in closer, then hesitated.

His eyes flicked across Sirius’ face, jumping around like they couldn’t decide where they wanted to land. His voice was soft, broke in half and hit Sirius somewhere deep in his chest when he asked, “Can I kiss you?”

Sirius breathed a quiet little laugh—couldn’t help it—and pressed his cheek into Remus’ palm, shook his head exasperatedly and squeezed his hand. “You know you don’t have to ask.”

Something like relief flickered across Remus’ face and he pulled Sirius in quickly, pressed their lips together softly and held him there, gentle and sweet, for a long, lingering moment. Sirius raised to his knees to get a better angle, pressed at Remus’ good shoulder until he lowered back to the couch, then wormed his way onto it. There was barely room for both of them on the dinky little sofa, but they made do—Sirius slotted their legs together and wiggled in close, trailed fingers across Remus’ jaw and threaded them into his hair. He pressed their foreheads together and felt the heavy pit in his stomach begin to dissipate with the closeness, the proximity, after so long.

Remus kissed him again, wrapped his fingers around his wrist and pet softly at his pulse.

“I’m sorry,” he breathed against Sirius’ lips.

“Shh,” Sirius shushed him, offering a soft scratch behind his ear in condolence. “It’s okay.”

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helloooooo <333 it’s been a while!! i haven’t really known how to come back to this account, or what to say. there’s a lot to say!! ummm where 2 start… i’m back! sort of! i’m so nearly finished up w postgrad, and i’ll soon be back to writing. i will finish on another ocean! but after that? i don’t really know lol. i have a million more ideas for wolfstar, but there is a huge ol something holding me back from even thinking about starting to write them. everyone will have their own feelings about jkr and the role that fic plays in promoting her brand, and a few layers below that, her beliefs. i don’t have the answers as for what’s right, but i can say with certainty that writing harry potter fanfiction has not sat right with me for a while now. i feel like i’m letting my trans friends down by being here. they would never, ever say this to me, or tell me that i should be ashamed, but it’s how i feel. and i do believe there’s a good reason for that. guilt can be a very good teacher; it’s very tempting to try and find ways to nullify it, to reason it away. but there’s a reason i feel guilty about my involvement in this fandom. because, to an extent, whether it is small or not-so-small, i am guilty. in a way, i am complicit. i’ve sat with my feelings on this matter for years now, and they have not changed; all the while, jkr has doubled, tripled, quadrupled, and quintupled down on her transphobia in ways that are truly, truly horrifying and that actively harm trans people every single fucking day. that is the reality, and i can’t separate the art from that. i know there are trans folk in this space who still find a lot of comfort in this world and these characters. we need to hold them extra tight in times like these, and to amplify their voices. when trans people tell you that it hurts them, harms them, to see people still casually buying merch or talking about the new hbo show, you need to listen. solidarity and allyship is not about platitudes. if trans people don’t feel safe in this fandom - which, i have on v good authority, many do not!!! - then we are failing them. we all need to do better.

beyond that, this fandom is totally fucking cooked. HAHA. umm? i’m genuinely baffled by the amount of creators i’ve seen chased out and harassed. this fandom is actively autocannibalising in a v unsexy way. and i honestly don’t think that’s going to change, which makes me v sad. in lots of ways i’ve been lucky: i haven’t been doxxed or deadnamed, or received death threats, but there have been months (even years) where i haven’t enjoyed being here one single bit. and that’s a buzzy environment to be in when you’re trying (and expected to) create for other people. not even medication can mollify my terror of posting another story for this fandom, which is fucked because they’ve helped me to confront my greatest lifelong fears LOL.

this post doesn’t really have a conclusion. there are a million reasons i should leave, and they’re all very good reasons. i still can’t fully bring myself to peace out tho, at least not until oao is finished. i promised yall (and myself) i’d finish it and i intend to do good by that promise!

again soon!!! tp <3

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my glorious boys are headed to the conference finals YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS 🏋️‼️

extra long sequel snippet to celebrate ✨ (pls remember that this is very much a wip and not in final form lmfao)

He took a breath, focused on the steady thump of his heartbeat beneath his hand, and allowed himself the distraction of fidgeting with the sleeve of Sirius’ shirt while he spoke. “So, I was thinking.”

Sirius continued scrolling absently through his phone. “Hm?”

Remus turned his face further into his hand, nerves kicking in his gut. “My housing contract is up in May.”

Instantly, Sirius went still beneath him. He stopped scrolling, then abandoned his phone entirely and slid it onto the coffee table. The fingers that had been playing idly with Remus’ hair dropped in favor of looping around his back. “Mhm?”

“And I know that your lease is up in July,” Remus continued, dragging it out half to stall and half for the fun of keeping Sirius waiting.

“Mhm,” Sirius hummed pointedly, and Remus could hear the smile in his voice, so he found the courage to look up, resting his chin on his hands and biting back a grin of his own.

“And I was wondering,” he said, trying for casual, “if you might be interested in not renewing it.”

Sirius—perfect, wonderful, beautiful Sirius—decided to play along, frowning in faux confusion. “Oh?” he said, working hard at quelling the smile pulling at the corner of his mouth. “Why’s that?”

“Well—the timeline is kind of weird, and either I’ll have to find somewhere to live for a month or you’ll have to break your lease early, but I sort of like the idea of finding a place together. You know, after all that.”

“Yes,” Sirius said instantly, no hesitation.

Remus’ stomach flipped. “Yeah?”

“Absolutely.”

“You’re sure?”

“I wanted to move in with you a year and a half ago, Remus,” Sirius raised, drumming fingers up his spine to slip around the back of his neck, tugging pointedly at his earlobe. “Or do you not remember the spring break incident?”

“I very much remember the spring break incident,” Remus allowed with an exasperated huff of a laugh. “I don’t think I’ll ever forget the spring break incident.”

“Well, then you know that you don’t have to convince me,” Sirius shrugged with an easy smile, and really, Remus should have known it would be this simple. If he’d learned anything in the last year, it was that nerves had no place between them anymore.

He let himself smile and felt the knot of unfounded anxiety unravel in his chest. “I had a whole argument ready, you know,” he laughed softly. “I was prepared to persuade you.”

“No persuasion necessary. I’m very in,” Sirius said, settling further into the couch. He looped one of the curls behind Remus’ ear around his finger, twisted it softly and then scratched gently at the back of his neck. “It’ll be kind of tight, but you can stay here for a couple of months after your contract expires and then we’ll move together.”

“Yeah?”

“Mhm. Fuck—you can move in here right this very second if you want. I’d love that. I’ll clear you out a shelf in the closet and everything.”

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honk mimi

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i've got a thing for stars, i guess • what a coincidence, i've got a bit of a thing for the moon

for @c0ffinrehearsal's endlessly beautiful fic you wouldn't like me ♡

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I missed him

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generally you shouldn't write run-on sentences because they get confusing and it doesn't give the reader a break. that doesn't apply to me though my run-on sentences are fun and understandable and they have a rhythm to it that makes you want to keep reading