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"Even if we had to have a wedding here, I would have, and we could have had a real one at home," Regulus continues, still just pushing. Always pushing, pushing, pushing. Picking at it—at them—like a fucking scab, struck by the habitual need to draw blood again.
"Come back," Remus whispers, like it's a sin, and Sirius' breath hitches//oh my sweet boys
— Nov 04, 2025 01:53AM
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