'And he's the best fuck that ever walked. He's beautiful - rich, in money and everything else; he's a rockstar to boot, trapped in the body of a fighter. And how he fought; at a state of turmoil with himself - somewhere inside his soul that only she...
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'I want what's yours, oh I'd give anything And I'll take the pain I wait alone, for what will never come And I'll throw it all away
Oh, the boys on the radio, they crash and burn They fold and fade so slow In your endless summer night I'll be on the other side
When you're beautiful and dying All the world that you've denied When the water is too deep You can close your eyes and really sleep tonight
I will ease your suffering When the glitter fades in morning Turn away and you will find my empty eyes Your beauty blinds'
CW: sexual content including unprotected vaginal sex, anal play, male masturbation, oral (both receiving), mutual orgasms, edging, a bit of dirty talk. + angst, and discussion about weight.
AN: sort of a standalone smut chapter, I ended up writing way too much here. the song and chapter title I'd saved in my notes for 3 years in anticipation of another Potterwatch chapter, but the lyrics ended up equally fitting here. enjoy!
In the lead-up to Hera's birthday, the pace of everything within the home seemed to accelerate.
Sirius had cut his hair to be around three inches shorter — less identifiable, while still retaining the look he was used to. He hadn't seen himself in this way since he was a boy, and with it, he felt a renewed energy and confidence. He was now going on routine runs through the village, always while disguised as a muggle man.
Remus, either bored or trying to build a connection, had sought out Hera's book collection and had made a significant start at her muggle classic novels — some that he'd never read before — along with her dystopian, political and history ones, and even her romance novels. This prompted more conversation between them, though never more than a few lines in passing at the start of the day.
Andromeda's illness had accelerated too, leaving Hera often in her company while Dora rested, now a week shy of her eighth month of pregnancy and positively huge.
