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when it’s warm again
A curious boy with the name of black and a heart of gold comes to visit the shores in which Remus swims every year without fail, and he can’t seem to fathom why breaking the surface is forbidden if everyone above it is as lovely as he is.
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464 pages, ebook
Published October 26, 2022
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August 23, 2023Ethereal, heartbreaking, magical—I loved this. Such beautiful writing that captures such vivid emotions and moments and translates them to the page in a way that feels like painting a canvas. Utterly magical
June 21, 2025
this was incredible
January 31, 2023
didn't expect to cry so much lmao
July 12, 2025
6 stars, I loved it so so so so much this is my favorite read of the year so far🥹 I love this type of Remus and Artis Sirius is WONDERFUL
March 15, 2024
“Remus made Sirius feel special. Amongst the drone of the world passing by him and the dull colours that his life was painted in, shades of Black and grey and white and beige, Remus was emerald green. Remus was excitement, and thrill. Like a corner of a charcoal drawing that he had accidentally spilled paint onto, was the corner of the world in which Sirius could climb and be completely alone and forget what was expected of him and the painful façade he felt he had to keep up around his family. He didn't understand it, really; he probably hadn't even realised it until Remus had risen from the water and laid his pretty eyes on him for the first time, and Sirius had begun to speak and realised his most authentic self had arisen out of the water along with him. Remus was light, innocence and magic, and Sirius was surrounded by so much dark he was choking on it.”
“Because he wanted Remus. He wanted Remus on the flight back to London every summer. He wanted Remus at 4am in the confines of his four-poster on a November night, when he was jerked awake from a nightmare and found the only solace to be looking at the bright, beautiful moon and thinking about the way it reflected on the scales of the beautiful boy's tail. He wanted Remus when it rained, he wanted Remus when it snowed; when the plants bloomed, and the air grew warm again. He wanted Remus when the sun grazed over his own pale skin, and he noticed the freckles that reminded him of the one's littered on the other's lovely nose.”
“He wasn't Sirius Black, he wasn't anything; his body swept away in the howling whistles of the night. All was nothing, and nothing was him.”
“‘Grow up, Regulus. Go experience the real world.’
‘You said we'd do that together,’ Regulus whispered, tears spilling over onto his cheeks.”
“For a fleeting moment he was eight again, and their two fragmented souls were intertwined once more, and not on two steady paths to separate destruction.”
“Even despite how deeply Sirius wished he was not like them, he was. He had the one dimple too. Remus had kissed it, a few days ago, and it had almost made him forget where it came from.”
“He was warm. He was warm, again. In the horrible cold, Sirius kissed Remus and it felt like Remus gave him everything, heart body and soul, his whole body tingled and flushed with golden honey and electrocution and something of divinity and a blackened thumb upon a pearl white screen, pearl red blood against lightwood panelling, it dripped into his system like boiled sugar and he could be set alight right there in the water.
Remus gave him everything. Borne of grace, he plucked one of his diamonds from his scales and placed it in Sirius' waiting palms. Be careful, said his lips, the magic coursing from them; you have my heart, take care of it, don't throw it away.”
“You're born into a home to be loved and not used.”
“My magic is yours, Sirius. My magic chose you. It chose you before I even knew who you were. I loved you before I even knew what love was."
“Bleeding heart merman, dying in everybody's arms but never singing their song. Without
Sirius he had no voice to sing it with.”
"I will find you in the rain, I'll find you under the sun. I'll find you wherever you are, wherever you go. Because you are me. And I am you. And you've called to me since we were eight years old and I think your song will follow us across the seas, the globe, the universe."
"And so I'll find you under any sky, any moon. When it's warm and when it's cold, it doesn't matter. I live in you. Mon coeur. My heart and my soul."
“Because he wanted Remus. He wanted Remus on the flight back to London every summer. He wanted Remus at 4am in the confines of his four-poster on a November night, when he was jerked awake from a nightmare and found the only solace to be looking at the bright, beautiful moon and thinking about the way it reflected on the scales of the beautiful boy's tail. He wanted Remus when it rained, he wanted Remus when it snowed; when the plants bloomed, and the air grew warm again. He wanted Remus when the sun grazed over his own pale skin, and he noticed the freckles that reminded him of the one's littered on the other's lovely nose.”
“He wasn't Sirius Black, he wasn't anything; his body swept away in the howling whistles of the night. All was nothing, and nothing was him.”
“‘Grow up, Regulus. Go experience the real world.’
‘You said we'd do that together,’ Regulus whispered, tears spilling over onto his cheeks.”
“For a fleeting moment he was eight again, and their two fragmented souls were intertwined once more, and not on two steady paths to separate destruction.”
“Even despite how deeply Sirius wished he was not like them, he was. He had the one dimple too. Remus had kissed it, a few days ago, and it had almost made him forget where it came from.”
“He was warm. He was warm, again. In the horrible cold, Sirius kissed Remus and it felt like Remus gave him everything, heart body and soul, his whole body tingled and flushed with golden honey and electrocution and something of divinity and a blackened thumb upon a pearl white screen, pearl red blood against lightwood panelling, it dripped into his system like boiled sugar and he could be set alight right there in the water.
Remus gave him everything. Borne of grace, he plucked one of his diamonds from his scales and placed it in Sirius' waiting palms. Be careful, said his lips, the magic coursing from them; you have my heart, take care of it, don't throw it away.”
“You're born into a home to be loved and not used.”
“My magic is yours, Sirius. My magic chose you. It chose you before I even knew who you were. I loved you before I even knew what love was."
“Bleeding heart merman, dying in everybody's arms but never singing their song. Without
Sirius he had no voice to sing it with.”
"I will find you in the rain, I'll find you under the sun. I'll find you wherever you are, wherever you go. Because you are me. And I am you. And you've called to me since we were eight years old and I think your song will follow us across the seas, the globe, the universe."
"And so I'll find you under any sky, any moon. When it's warm and when it's cold, it doesn't matter. I live in you. Mon coeur. My heart and my soul."
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December 29, 2022
I sobbed... a lot... for many reasons 💪
March 24, 2023
Insanely cute story
September 5, 2023
Merman Remus has my heart
October 10, 2023
Beaucoup trop mims
March 12, 2024
Very sweet and heartwarming
July 2, 2024
In every universe!!!
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