Freudhood
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- Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling (6)
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surrendering to something (resting, not running) by Freudhood, littleoldrachel
Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
26 Apr 2026
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Winter in the National Health Service is not for the faint-hearted. And every November, Dr. Remus Lupin throws himself into it with all the enthusiasm of a person who is not chronically ill, and works overtime like he doesn't need to be careful with the body that his long-suffering husband, Dr. Sirius Black, loves so, so much.
Or: Dr. Remus Lupin and his Terrible Coping Strategies vs. The Unshakeable Love of Dr. Sirius Black & Friends.
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Hotel Restaurant AU, Remus is a quite famous chef whose tank is running dry, he has lost all passion and creativity, and boy oh boy this guy needs some help to get back on the right path. He also needs lots of loving. And some fucking sleep!
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His mind is a blank parchment, mouth dry as he barely registers what’s happening around him. He can hear at his side some Commis and Chefs de Parties checking on his recipe and taking notes, even doodling in palm-sized sketchbooks the design of a plate they’ll never be able to see again after it leaves the kitchen but who could very well change their lives:“I was here when Remus Lupin fucked up my career and served this can of shit to Ducasse, such an arrogant ponce, couldn’t stand the guy.”
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“I was here when Remus Lupin miraculously created this banger for Ducasse, no one believed it as it was happening he had two minutes and wow, it was like magic. I’ll never forget it.”
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There’s the loudest of silences. The sound of his mother’s clock that hasn’t stopped ticking in ages even though the battery’s never been changed. A beat. Until Sirius’ lips detach, so slowly, too voluntarily.
“Are you ok?” Sirius asks, so quiet, but it itches at him. He hasn’t slept all night, he needs to know. He has eyes, he knows Remus isn’t ok, but he was so damn worried. They agreed he would stay home last night. Too tired, too weak, to handle a full moon. But he’s bitten his nails dry, hasn’t slept a wink. Full of worry for Remus.
And so Remus just sighs, exasperatedly, and his hand clutches the door handle a bit tighter. There’s a big lump in his throat, it seems heavy like it wants to drop towards the deepest floors of his soul. Except he hasn't felt like owning a soul in a decade.
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you know how to ball (i know aristotle) by emlovessid, Freudhood
Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
02 Nov 2024
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Being promoted to full time sports journalist at the Daily Prophet is a dream come true for any quidditch fan.
But for Remus Lupin, the 2024-25 season of the British and Irish Quidditch League Cup has more in store for him than he ever could have imagined; namely Puddlemere United's star beater, Sirius Black.
Between pre-match interviews, post-match drinks and social media banter that borders dangerously on flirting, Remus is only one swing of the beater's bat away from falling for him. And he can only hope that when he does, Sirius is there to catch him.
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All he'd wanted was some time. Just a bit of time to get his head back on straight. But time had turned into two dead friends, twelve months spent in Azkaban that had felt like years, and a head more damaged than when he'd started.
Blinded by distrust and grief, Sirius had turned his back on Remus, thinking it would cost him nothing while it had cost him everything. Now, five years later, drowning in his own fog of terrible days and worse actions, Sirius stands a small chance of gaining back some of what he's lost in the form of his godson once thought gone. The only thing that stands in his way is the man currently raising Harry; the man Sirius cast out of his life like broken shards of glass. Remus doesn't trust Sirius, but Sirius is determined to claw his way back and mend what once was broken by his own foolish hands.
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'The hedge knight lives, so I hear. Licking his wounds and pacing up and down outside the castle wall all hours. Your latest loyal dog.'
// Prince Baelor survives the blow at Ashford Meadow, but not without consequences. The seasons begin to turn.
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Bookmarked by Freudhood
25 May 2026
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The most wonderfuly written masterpiece, we are beyond lucky to have access to such detailed, touching and heartwrenching story.
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“Everyone dies.” Di Feisheng’s voice is soft with warning. “But Li Lianhua,” he says, and his name sounds like a reminder, a taunt, coming from him. “Do you truly not even want to live a little longer? You’ve let go of everything—nothing can hurt you anymore. You’ve forgiven those who wronged you, those who forgot you, those who abandoned you, and you’ve bidden all of it farewell.
"But is there nothing left in this world that you would live for?”
The problem, Li Lianhua comes to realize, is not that he wants to die.
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Duncan Wells is a thirty-one-year-old florist from Flea Bottom whose well-meaning friends sign him up for a dating app.
Dr. Baelor Targaryen is a forty-seven-year-old medieval literature professor who wrote a doctoral thesis on the reciprocal bond between kings and the men sworn to their service.
When they match, Dunk is certain he's being catfished so when Baelor cancels their first date with a vague text on a Sunday morning, Dunk knows that unfortunately he was right.
Baelor is hiding something but it isn't that he is a catfish.Bookmarked by Freudhood
06 May 2026
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Sooo good, most perfect representation of these characters in a modern au
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The Songs and the Stories, the Lies and the Glories by leupagus for FlowersfortheMoon
Fandoms: A Knight of the Seven Kingdoms (TV)
11 Apr 2026
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"The crown suits you, you know," said Ser Duncan over the cacophony, bringing Baelor back to himself. "Makes you look... you know. Kingly. Which I suppose makes sense, seeing as how you're the king now." A look of anguish crossed his face. "Oh, hells, I shouldn't be calling you 'you,' should I? It's 'Your Grace.' Please don't take—"
Baelor resisted the urge to rest his hand against the lad's back, as one might soothe a skittish horse. "No offense was taken, ser."
"Thank you," Ser Duncan said, then immediately amended, "thank Your Grace...ness. Seven fucks, I'm getting another drink." And he whirled away into the throng before Baelor could say a word.
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Bruce hears Clark say from the back of the couch, “Gosh, Bruce. If I knew it was this bad, I would’ve-“
“No,” Bruce cuts him off. He feels too dizzy, dazed, cracked open and stirred to talk to him.
A pause. “No?”
Clark sounds confused, and Bruce will get it through his head now. “No.”
Bruce Wayne is sick, and Clark Kent will unquestionably be by his side, even if his Bat is a grump.