One Early Morning at Grimmauld Place
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amulyHurm. I need some good Siri/Remi icons...
Title: One Early Morning at Grimmauld Place
Pairing: Sirius/Remus, nascent Hermione/Ron
Word Count: 4,434
Rating: NC-17
Summary: The morning after Harry confronts Sirius and Remus in the kitchen, Harry reveals what he knows to Ron and Hermione. Meanwhile, Sirius and Remus are having some early-morning good-bye sex.
Warnings: nothing much
A/N: Here’s the “last” installment in this weird little time-hopping series. I didn’t realize this one was going to be so long, but it’s kind of like two fics rolled into one, so I guess the length makes sense. Oh, and I use movie cannon instead of book cannon in one place, but when you see it, you’ll know why.
Previous installments: Locker Room Regulations, Mr. Rule Six-Fourteen, A Tale of Two Blowjobs (Well, One and aHalf) , & Fallout: Mr. Rule Six-Fourteen
Harry shook Ron gently. “Ron? Ron. Wake up.”
“’S good. The…meat pies…”
Harry rolled his eyes. Bloody Ron, always dreaming about food. At least, Harry really hoped he was dreaming about food. Ew. “Ron. Ron, I gotta tell you and Hermione something.”
Ron finally moved, but it was only to shove a pillow over his head. “Go ‘way, ‘rry. Sleep…”
Harry backed away from the bed and considered. He couldn’t use magic to wake Ron up. He could just ask the twins, but they’d probably hex him just for waking them up. Or for the fun of it. Harry came to a decision, darting forward and ripping the blanket off Ron.
“Hey! Harry! Bloody hell, what’d you go and do that for?” Ron glared, disgruntled and groggy, from his now sheet-less bed.
“I’ve gotta tell you something about Sirius and Professor Lupin. Now come on, help me get Hermione.”
Ron perked up at that, though Harry couldn’t tell if he was interested in the news about Sirius and Lupin, or about getting to wake up Hermione. Shoving the thought of Ron and Hermione together to the farthest corner of his mind (Harry’d dealt with enough gross couples today, thanks much), him and Ron hurried out of the room, heading for Hermione’s.
**
Sirius stirred from a restless sleep. There was something…warm. Warm and wet. Oh, warm, wet, and sucking on his… “Remus, love. That feels lovely, but what time is it?”
Sirius cracked a bleary eye open enough to stare down at a beautifully sleep-rumpled Remus, sliding his mouth off of Sirius’ morning erection with a messy slurping noise. Merlin, Sirius loved that noise. But not at…whatever time it was.
“It’s five thirty, and I’ve got to leave by seven. I figured shag, shower, breakfast, before I go?”
Sirius stretched luxuriously, knowingly watching Remus’ eyes flick down to his navel as his shirt hitched up. He reached down a hand and encouraged Remus, who followed his lead and crawled his way up Sirius’ body. They kissed languidly, tongues sliding over each other, slipping in and out of their partner’s mouth. Sirius pulled back, resting his head back down on the pillows. “Can we revise that schedule to include shagging after breakfast too?”
Remus cocked his head to the side, mock-considering. His scruffy hair fell sideways along with his head, and Sirius had to restrain himself from reaching up and threading it through his fingers. “Well, if we shower together, we could save some time.”
Sirius nodded. “Very efficient.”
**
“Hermione?” Harry and Ron were standing above Hermione’s bed. For Harry’s part, he was doing his best to look like he had absolutely no ill intentions, standing in Hermione’s bedroom at this too-early time of the morning.
In a second, Hermione was wide-awake, pulling the covers up around her and staring at the two boys incredulously. “What are you doing in my room?”
“Harry has news about Sirius and Professor Lupin being poofs! Oof!” Ron rubbed at the side of his ribs where Harry elbowed him.
“That’s my Goddad you’re talking about!”
“Well, they are.”
Hermione sniffed indignantly. “If you boys would quit name calling, you might want to leave my room so I could get dressed?”
Harry and Ron turned back to Hermione. Harry didn’t really see the big deal: he could see her pajamas peaking out from the blankets. “You’ve got pajamas on.”
The two boys didn’t even see the pillow flying at them, until it sent them stumbling out the door.
**
After his languid awakening, Sirius decided to take thing in hand, as it were. “Ah, Sirius!”
Sirius grinned, hair falling in front of his face as he straddled Remus, stroking his beautiful werewolf until he was a writhing, pleading mess beneath him. “How long?”
Remus tossed his head to the side, golden hair fanning out beneath him on the pillow. “Ah, uh, ff-five forty-five. Ff-fifteen more minutes…”
Sirius leaned down and kissed Remus, hand still working Remus steadily between them. “Mm. No marathon session this morning, huh?”
Remus’ breath huffed against Sirius’ face as he laughed shakily. Sirius’ hair tickled his face under the onslaught of Remus’ breath. “Oh, like you have that kind of stamina anymore, old ma-ah!”
Sirius grinned, twisting two fingers again inside of Remus. “Hm?” Sirius loved Remus like this: writhing, witty, and a sexy, debauched mess. Remus moaned and thrust down onto Sirius’ fingers, then up into his hand. His hips stuttered, undecided on rhythm as Sirius varied his fingers’ thrusts.
“Ah, Sirius, please.”
Sirius squinted down at Remus, tongue just poking out of the corner of his mouth. One more thrust of his fingers, just there…
Remus’ body shuddered beneath him, and Sirius immediately tightened his grip on the base of Remus’ shaft. “Don’t come yet.” Sirius leaned down and nuzzled at Remus’ neck, nipping and licking slightly at his pulse point. “Ready for me?”
“Sirius…”
Oh, Sirius loved to hear that – that beautiful, breathy moan, Remus’ voice deep and sultry, just begging for him. Sirius lifted his head and pressed his lips to Remus’ ear. “Say it.” He thrust his fingers against that perfect spot within Remus again, making him keen and moan again. “Say it.”
“Oh, Sirius,” Remus’ hands scrambled at Sirius’ back, bitten-off nails skittering along the skin. Sirius shivered, just as eager as Remus. “Sirius…” Remus wrapped a strong arm around Sirius and pulled himself up off the bed, until his lips were level with Sirius’ ear. “Sirius, fuck me.”
Sirius groaned and pulled his fingers out, fumbling blindly for his wand so he could mutter a lubrication spell.
**
With Hermione now successfully dressed, the three students stumbled down the stairs of Grimmauld to the kitchen. Well, Ron stumbled, Harry trotted, and Hermione primly stepped. As soon as they entered the kitchen, Hermione put a pot on and set about getting the three of them breakfast. Harry slid into a chair gratefully: Hermione was good at looking after them.
“Alright, Harry, what’s the news?” Hermione was toasting bread and pulling out a skillet for…eggs, looked like.
Harry glanced over at Ron, who may or may not have passed out on the kitchen table. Gentle snores drifted over into Harry’s hearing: definitely fell back to sleep, then. “Ron? Ron, will you get up? I’ve got to tell you about Sirius and Lupin!”
Over at the stove, Hermione tutted. “You’ll never get him that way. Ron?” She walked over, tapping him with a spatula. “I’m making bacon.”
Immediately Ron’s head lifted. “Huh? What d’you want?”
“Here, Ron: tea.” Hermione set a cup down in front of him and Harry, sipping on one herself as she fried up the bacon and eggs. Harry and Ron sipped on the tea gratefully, although Ron winced once or twice as he tried to down it too quickly and it scalded him. “Alright, Harry. You’ve gotten us awake. What did you find out about Sirius and Professor Lupin? Did you ask about…” she waved the spatula vaguely, a blush staining her cheeks, “you know. The rule?”
Harry nodded. “I was getting a snack last night, and Sirius came into the kitchen. I asked him about it, and then Lupin was outside the door, so he came in and they talked to me about it.”
Ron laughed into his tea. “Lupin was outside the door? What’d, they come down for a snack together?”
Harry shrugged. “I guess so. I tried not to think about it too much.” He winced. “I…I think when they left, they were heading back up to…” he waved his fingers around vaguely, “because Lupin’s leaving for a mission today.”
Hermione placed three plates down on the table, stacked with eggs, bacon, and toast. Ron grinned broadly and tucked in. “Oh, Hermione, you’re the best.” Mouth stuffed with food, he turned to Harry. “So, how do you reckon they even…do…stuff? Is it just a bunch of wanking?”
Instantly a barrage of coughing burst its way out of Hermione, and she covered her mouth as her entire face went red. “Ron! Should we even be talking about this? I mean, Professor Lupin was our professor! And Sirius is Harry’s Goddad!”
Ron shrugged one shoulder, still shoveling food into his mouth at an alarming rate. Harry was personally impressed that he could somehow manage semi-coherent speech without even breaking his rhythm. “What? Hey, I don’t like to think about my parents doing it, but I still know how it works.” Oh, sure, as if that made any sort of sense to Harry. Ugh, he shouldn’t have even brought this up to his friends. He should have just said, yup, they’re a couple, and then left the room.
Hermione, bless her, steered the conversation in a safer direction. “So, we know they were together when they were in school, because of rule six-fourteen, right?” Harry nodded. “Well, are they still together? I mean, everybody thought Sirius was a murder; they thought he had betrayed your parents, Harry! Are they together now?”
With a forkful of eggs halfway to his mouth, Harry paused. He hadn’t even thought about all of that, about why Lupin would have thought Sirius was the traitor, if they were together. “Well, I dunno what happened back then, but they’re definitely together now. I mean, after I found out, Sirius called Lupin ‘love’.”
Immediately Ron’s face scrunched up. “Oh, that’s disgusting. Then again,” he shoveled another forkful of food into his mouth, “probably not half as disgusting as whatever they did last night. Ugh, to think we’re in the same house…”
**
Sirius groaned, clutching Remus’ thin hips as he entered him. Beneath him, Remus was gripping at the sheets spasmodically, face screwed up in pleasure, mouth hanging open in a silent gasp. Once Sirius was completely inside, flush with Remus, he paused, panting heavily. “Good?”
“Like your ego needs any stroking.” But Remus had reached up a hand and was running it up and down Sirius’ arm, happiness belying the cutting remark. “Though, speaking of stroking…” Remus raised his eyebrows and nodded down at his neglected erection, which was leaking precome. For another moment Sirius stayed still inside of him, transfixed by the sight of beads of precome trailing down the shaft, settling in the thick nest of golden-brown pubic hairs at the base.
Not moving his hands, except to tighten his grip on Remus’ hips, Sirius pulled his hips back, then thrust back in. Remus arched up beneath him, moaning wantonly. His left hand left the sheets to stroke himself, but Sirius batted it away, pulling out and slamming back in to emphasize his point. “Not yet, love.”
Remus’ hand went up to his hair instead, running through it shakily. “Alright, alright. But would you – ah! Sir – ah!”
Sirius started pounding into Remus, setting a brutal pace. After all, they only had another ten minutes. Not that either of them would last remotely that long. But Sirius kind of wanted to have a few minutes to bask in the afterglow. He leaned down and kissed Remus, feeling his trapped erection sliding between them as his hips continued to move. Remus moaned into his mouth, and the kiss turned into more of a sharing of ragged breaths after just a few moments.
Remus’ hands ran up and down Sirius’ back, until the left settled on his arse and squeezed tight. Sirius broke away from Remus’ mouth and buried himself in his neck, making a noise that was most certainly not a whine. Remus’ hand encouraged him to press in further, and Sirius gripped Remus’ hips, lifting him up higher and changing the angle.
“Oh, Sirius, yes, there…” Remus’ body shuddered beneath him, and Sirius could tell he was close.
“Hold on. Want…”
“Can’t, Siri. Please…”
Sirius groaned as Remus’ body began to clench around him. He gave in to Remus’ mumbled request: he could never deny him anything. He shifted and moved one hand away from Remus’ hips and wrapped it around his weeping erection. After just a few quick strokes, Remus was crying out beneath him, coming. He clenched around Sirius, who stilled for a moment, gasping at the sensation.
As Remus came down from his orgasm, Sirius started to move inside him again. Remus moaned at the over-stimulation, the sound of which just encouraged Sirius to move faster. Face buried in Remus’ neck, Sirius felt a hand thread through his hair. “Almost, Rem…” Remus shifted beneath him, and then light kisses were being peppered on the side of his neck and face. With one final thrust, Sirius came inside Remus, whole body shaking with his orgasm.
He came down to the sensation of Remus stroking his hair softly, muttering nonsense phrases in his ear. Shifting, Sirius pulled out and rolled to the side. Remus made a little whimpering noise as he did, and Sirius grinned, suddenly feeling warmer inside than even his recent orgasm would normally warrant. “You alright?”
Remus’ hand flopped at Sirius’ stomach, in what, Sirius assumed, was a half-hearted attempt at a slap. But it just came to rest there, stroking softly at the coarse hairs that peppered his chest and stomach. “With your insatiable sexual appetite? Never. You wear me out.”
The hand left his stomach and Sirius frowned, turning to lie on his side. Remus was fumbling around on the nightstand for a wand, muttering a quick cleaning spell once he found it. Then he was back, turned on his side to face Sirius.
“I don’t like you going on these missions. Not with your health the way it is.” Sirius knew how Remus would react – they had this argument every time; they had it even before Azkaban. But he still had to say it, every time.
Remus closed his eyes briefly. Sirius didn’t like that: didn’t like not getting to see those beautiful, amber eyes. He reached a hand up to cup Remus’ cheek, encouraging him with gentle strokes of his thumb to open them again. He did, and Sirius almost regretted it. Almost.
“You act like my ailment is a new thing, like it’s something I haven’t been living with almost my whole life.”
Sirius moved his hand to slide down Remus’ body: ghosting over his neck, caressing his shoulder, tickling at his ribs and hips. He cracked a grin. “Yeah, but we’re old men now. Our health is worse, regardless of other furry little problems.”
Remus rolled his eyes and grabbed at Sirius’ hand, taking it and nipping at the fingers. “Would you please remind my body of its age next time we shag three times in one night?”
Grinning widely, but without the conviction behind it that he normally had, Sirius pulled Remus tight against him. “I’m going to miss you.”
He could feel Remus sigh into his shoulder, but his hands reached up and stroked Sirius’ back lightly. “I know. I’ll be back. Just two weeks.” Reluctantly, Sirius let Remus squirm backwards, out of his tight embrace. Remus’ eyes turned wicked, and Sirius grinned more easily back at him. “Shower, now?”
**
Hermione yanked Ron’s mostly-finished plate out from him. “Sorry, you finished? Or did you need to keep food in your mouth constantly so we wouldn’t have to listen to you say rude things about Harry’s Goddad?”
Harry might have laughed at the expression on Ron’s face, if he wasn’t somewhat sympathetic toward his feelings. It was a little…weird…to think about Sirius and Professor Lupin doing something together. Whatever it was.
“Besides, they probably just have intercrural sex.”
A loud clatter filled the room, and it was a moment before Harry realized it was the sound of his fork dropping from his fingers and onto his plate. “What…what’s…”
Hermione was studiously facing away from them, hands busy at the sink, washing dishes the muggle way. “It’s...thighs. It means ‘between the thighs’.”
“Huh? How do you have sex with…” Harry glanced over at Ron, who was looking confused. Quickly Harry made a gesture with his fingers, shoving the index finger of one hand between the index and middle finger of his other. Instantly, Ron’s expression changed from confusion to disgust. “Oh, oh! Hermione, how do you know about these things?!”
“Maybe you should pay attention to your history books sometime. The sections on Greco-Roman wizards were quite illuminating on the subject.”
Harry waved his hand. “Okay, I really, really don’t want to ask this, but now I have to.” He swallowed thickly before continuing on. “Why do you say probably intercrural?”
Even with her back turned, Harry could tell she was blushing: the tips of her ears were turning red. She spun around, hair flying, and now Harry could see her entire face was beet red. “Why don’t you just ask them yourself? Why am I suddenly the expert on gay sex?”
“Wow. That’s a pretty odd thing for you to be an expert in, Hermione.”
Three sets of teenager’s eyes shot to the doorway to the kitchen. There stood Sirius and Lupin: the former grinning broadly, hands in his pockets and hair still dripping on his collar; the latter running a hand through damp hair and blushing furiously. They looked…well, well-shagged. Harry tried to stifle the thought even as it bubbled up, but it was certainly true. Sirius had a sort of exuberant glow about him, and Lupin, even through his embarrassment, looked rather pleased with himself.
“Don’t you children have anything else to talk about?” Lupin fumbled with his robes, barely making eye contact with the teenagers as he spoke to them.
Harry blushed deep red. Bollocks. He turned back to look at Hermione, who looked just about as mortified as any human being could possibly look. “I…I’m…Professor Lupin! Mr. Black! I…the…the boys…”
But Sirius had already crossed the kitchen and was poking at the leftovers from the breakfast Hermione had made. “Hey, I thought you kids weren’t old enough to use magic outside of Hogwarts?”
“We aren’t.”
Sirius had a mouthful of bacon and was gesturing for Lupin to come over. He did, though Harry noticed it was only after a hesitant glance at his former students. “Remus, love, try this.” Harry had to kick Ron under the table, who started sputtering into his refilled (courtesy of Hermione) mug of tea, as Sirius fed Lupin a piece of bacon. “Did you cook this without magic, Harry?”
“Um…”
“It was…I cooked.” Hermione had moved away from the two older men, and was now sitting at the table between Harry and Ron, hands wrapped around her tea. “My parents are muggles, so I can cook without magic.”
Sirius nudged Lupin as he polished off the eggs with a fork. “Too bad she has to go back to Hogwarts this fall; I’d keep you on all year to cook for me, Hermione dear.” Harry watched as Lupin busied himself with making two cups of tea for himself and Sirius. The two moved around each other in the kitchen like…like an old married couple.
“That’s what Snape meant!”
All four pairs of eyes turned their focus onto Harry. He ruffled his hair, embarrassed. “I just mean…in the Shrieking Shack. He said…you two…” Harry waved a hand vaguely, “said you were ‘bickering like an old married couple’.”
Sirius grinned as he plopped himself down in a chair. Lupin sat down next to him, somewhat more sedately. “Oh, yeah. He knows too. Well, how he could not.” Sirius leered at Lupin, who somehow managed to sigh at the same time as he drank his tea.
“Snape may have caught me and Sirius in…compromising positions, once or twice when we were in school.”
“Twelve times, actually, if memory serves. And I personally found most of the positions quite comfortable. Well, except the one time behind the suits of armor…”
“Ugh!”
Harry and Hermione both kicked Ron under the table, while Lupin did the same to Sirius. “Sorry, Ron. Sirius forgets propriety, at times.”
Sirius leaned to the side and nuzzled at Lupin’s shoulder. “Which is why I have my Moony to remind me.”
Harry decided he wasn’t going to bother trying to reprimand Ron anymore, who was making gagging noises next to him. Honestly, he sort of felt like joining him.
“So, how did you two meet?” Bless Hermione. It may have not been exactly the right question, but at least she was trying. “I…I mean, I know you met at Hogwarts, but…”
Lupin glanced over at Sirius. “It was one day after the full moon. Third year. I was a mess: I think some students must have come too close to the Shack and the wolf caught their scent, because I had torn myself up worse than normal. Sirius was beside himself with worry.” Lupin grinned dreamily and looked over at Sirius, who was looking equally as sappy right back. Harry wondered if this was what having loving parents was like: if his parents would have been like this with each other. “Madam Pomfrey actually had to hex you, right?”
“I tried to crawl into bed with Remus, and when she dragged me away I sort of…well, I stomped on her foot, and tried to run past. She didn’t hex me.” Sirius rolled his eyes haughtily, and for a moment Harry could see the pureblood in him. “She hit me with a binding spell. Wouldn’t let me go for hours, until Remus was awake and had food in him. Even then, I had to promise to stay in the chair next to the bed.”
Lupin picked up the story, obviously warming to the idea of telling this sort of thing to his students. Harry honestly preferred Lupin to do the telling: at least then Harry knew he wouldn’t hear anything too scarring. “When he finally sat next to me, Sirius burst into tears. I didn’t know what to do: I mean, we were 13, nearing 14. And there was Sirius Black, crying like his heart was breaking, next to me.”
“It was.” The quiet remark from Sirius garnered the attention of everyone at the table. Wow. If there was any lingering doubts or discomfort in Harry, it was gone now. He had never seen Sirius so quiet, so serious, around anyone before. Sirius cleared his throat and grinned a little shakily. “I just…didn’t know what to do. I knew I liked Remus…like that, you know. I had already had my freak-out with James earlier that year. But Remus didn’t know, and I was just so afraid I was going to lose him…”
Lupin slipped a hand over Sirius’ on the table, and Sirius glanced sidelong at him. Harry had a feeling that the adults were talking about something other than this old memory from third year, but he wasn’t sure about what. He wasn’t sure he wanted to know about what. “I didn’t know how to calm him down, to prove I was going to be alright. So I nipped at his fingers.”
Sirius grinned as Lupin brought his hand to his mouth and reenacted the gesture. Sirius pulled Lupin’s hand to his mouth and held it there, tantalizingly. “Then I was in a bit of a state of shock for a moment, thinking that Remus was confessing his love for me – just like in all of my fantasies. So I kissed his hand…” Sirius pressed his lips to Lupin’s hand, lips lingering there longer than Harry felt strictly necessary, or appropriate.
“Of course, I wasn’t trying to tell Sirius anything of the sort, I was just trying to convince him I was okay. But, with the subject broached…” Lupin shrugged. “Let’s just say I didn’t fight it.”
“What…what about, after? With Harry’s parents, and Azkaban…” Harry glared at Hermione. If she hadn’t been brilliant the entire rest of the morning he could have hit her.
The change in the two men was instantaneous. Lupin looked like he might try to kill himself for the guilt, and Sirius…Sirius just shut down, completely and utterly. “Maybe…some other time.” Lupin cleared his throat and moved his hand out of Sirius’ grip, looking anywhere but at his three former students. He glanced at his watch and sighed heavily. “Sirius, I have to…”
“I know.” Sirius picked up their mugs without looking at Lupin, carrying them to the sink.
Before getting up, Lupin glanced at the three of them for a moment, hesitating. Hermione got the message, and she stood up, ushering the boys out of the room. Harry followed her lead, and helped drag Ron away with her.
As they left the kitchen, Harry hesitated, turning back for a moment. He watched surreptitiously as Lupin stood up and went over to Sirius, who was still standing at the sink, hands curled around the edges. Lupin reached a hand up and rubbed at the small of Sirius’ back. To his surprise, Harry watched as Sirius turned into Lupin and buried his face in his neck, whole body shuddering. They embraced tightly for a long moment.
Harry was going to leave, feeling like he was intruding on an intimate moment. Then Sirius pulled back, cupping Lupin’s face in both hands. Lupin kept his hands on Sirius’ waist; Harry noticed his thumb stroking subtly. “Please be safe. Please.”
“Siri…”
“Promise. Please.”
Harry watched as Lupin sighed, then moved a hand from Sirius’ waist to gently tug one of Sirius’ hands from his face. He bent his head and nipped at the fingers gently. From behind the threshold, Harry swallowed. He felt sick any time Ron or Hermione were in danger; he couldn’t imagine what Sirius must feel. Especially being cooped up here, with nothing he could do to help.
Lupin released Sirius’ hand, and the two men kissed. Harry took that as his final cue to leave, sneaking back down the hallway to meet back up with Ron and Hermione. They were arguing: Hermione had her hands on hips, sporting her best mature expression and posture. “Go look it up yourself if you’re so curious! I’m not going to be your sexual encyclopedia! Oh, hi Harry. Everything alright?”
Harry shrugged, ruffling up his hair a bit. “Yeah. Just…” Harry glanced back toward the kitchen, shrugging again. “Dunno. It’s nothing.”
Hermione nodded. “Alright. Well, come on. I wanted to show you two some of the books I read over the summer, anyway. We might as well do that now, while everyone else is still asleep.”
Hermione and Ron started up the stairs, Ron grumbling something about going back to sleep. A moment more, and one last glance to the kitchen. Then Harry was running up the stairs after them, pushing thoughts of Sirius and Lupin to the back of his mind.
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Date: 2010-05-09 04:53 am (UTC)I LOVE the direction this 'verse has taken. The relationship between Remus and Sirius is just so sweet. And their 'get-together' story. Awwwww :)
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Date: 2010-05-09 05:00 am (UTC)And mood theme is thanks to cowboyhd; wish I could take credit but I'm not that brill!
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Date: 2010-05-09 10:44 am (UTC)I dunno if I'll ever get around to writing a "why did Remus think Sirius was the traitor" series; I'd have to be in the mood for some angst.
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Date: 2010-05-10 01:06 am (UTC)Though, hell, I'm certainly jealous of my two sexy men ^.^
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Date: 2010-05-21 05:23 am (UTC)I have to say... it was rather hot too... I don't like stuff with minors, but somehow I was alright with this. And I really liked your Sirius, you know... I think he would be a bit like that, saying inappropriate things at times. Too bad there isn't more of him in the books or movies... I could care less about Harry... I wanted to know more about Sirius, and Remus, and well, pretty much everyone but Harry... >.> ah well, that's what fanfic is for. And you're an awesome writer! Thank you so much for this!!!
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Date: 2010-05-21 06:21 am (UTC)(If this made no sense, I'm totally smashed right now. Sorry.) Point is, thanks!!! Stick around for more!!!
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Date: 2010-05-30 06:39 pm (UTC)It's nice with the Siri/Remi fandom, b/c you can write adult relationships and kid/teenage/young adult relationships too; so whenever I get bored of adult!issues, I can switch back over to Marauder era.
And I actually have a fanfic writing playlist that is exclusively Bowie and Gaga (b/c what better slash writing music could there be?), so it's pretty much 50/50 if I'm listening to Bowie or Gaga when I'm posting. I personally think Sirius would approve :P