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    The Gryffindor common room, a party, and spin the bottle.

     

    “Who are you trying to kiss, Padfoot?”
    The air stills, stifling, and Remus is caught in the turnover of every lyric, the scratch of the record player and the soundless lull as it ends, waiting to be flipped. He stares at Sirius.
    Sirius blinks, sucks his cheek between his teeth and raises his eyebrows. “It’d ruin the fun if I told, wouldn’t it?”

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    22 Jun 2026

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    James and Regulus are getting married. Sirius and Remus haven't seen each other in six years.

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    21 Jun 2026

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    After two years of noncommittal sex:

    Remus tells Sirius that he loves him. Sirius firmly rejects him. Remus tries to move on. Sirius is not happy.

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    Remus Lupin becomes king of the cockroaches, Fabian Prewett writes a book, Gilderoy Lockhart is a catfish, and Sirius Black realizes he's a fucking idiot.

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    19 Jun 2026

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    Da, Hollander,” Ilya says. “Suck your Canadian husband’s dick.”

    Shane laughs once, almost soundless. “Shut up.”

    Ilya does. He’s made the mistake one too many times of thinking control is possible here.

    Taking Ilya in his hand, Shane watches a clear bead of precome already leaking like sweat on overripe fruit left too long in the sun; like a tear from the eye of a god roused in the body of this beautiful Russian-Canadian man who swims lakes and fucks under stars and is going to compete with Shane and not against him in the Olympics; who now lies back in anticipation, chest rising and falling in uneven waves as though love itself has unhinged his ribs.

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    A slow morning at the cottage. Shane and Ilya are horny and in love. Married life is good.

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    27 Apr 2026

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    “Don’t–” Ilya starts, already reaching, already cupping Shane’s face between both hands, thumbs warm and tender against his cheekbones like they’ve always belonged there.

    Shane’s eyes are big and gorgeous and genuinely curious. “Don’t what?”

    Don’t make me look like a lovesick idiot. Don’t make my heart trip over itself for a way out of my chest and into yours. Don’t say it like that—so fucking sincere—like you don’t know how devastating it is for me.

    “Don’t butcher my language,” he says instead and kisses Shane’s smile hard, like reflex, like gravity, like there was never going to be another option.

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    Shane sets out to learn Russian. Ilya discovers he's incapable of keeping his composure.

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    14 Apr 2026