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kinkfestTitle: Puppy Love
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sumthinlikhuman
Pairing: Sirius/Remus
Rating: K+
Warnings: vague illusions to teenage boys having sex, WAFF, sappiest sap to ever sap
Prompt: Harry Potter, Sirius/Remus: General Banter - “And you’re not the least bit worried?”
Summary: ”No, Prongs. Our best mate who can sus out mischief by smelling it doesn’t know I’ve got it on for him. Are you daft? Of course he knows.”
Notes: I had NO IDEA what to do with this. Finally I was struck, with a little help, with the idea of rumors and James and Sirius just talking. And it actually turned out better than I’d expected it would. Which might not be saying much, but it’s done, so that’s the important part.
“And you’re not the least bit worried?”
Sirius snorted and pulled the blade of grass out of his mouth to toss it aside and grab another. “Why should I be?”
“Well. I mean, they’re talking about you. And doing. You know. Stuff. With people.”
“It’ll blow over.”
“It’s been three months!”
Sirius plucked another blade of grass from the lawn and stuck it between his teeth. “And how long were they talking about me doing stuff with other people in third year when Peter caught me snogging Molly Prewett? It’ll blow over.”
“So you have to get in a fist fight before it’ll blow over?”
“It was hardly a fist fight,” Sirius groused, and tossed the grass away from him again. James frowned, adjusts his glasses, then reached over and flicked Sirius on the bridge of his nose.
“Weasley broke your face, mate. In six places. It was a row to end all rows.”
Sirius made a disgruntled nose, swatting James’ hand away from his face. “He was defending his bird’s honor from a snot nosed third year. Completely understandable.”
“He broke your face!”
“I’m fine now, though. And this’ll all blow over without a row to end all rows, as that’s been had and all.”
James stared at Sirius long and hard as he plucked another stalk from the lawn. There was something about his friend that made the whole situation even more unbearable, like Sirius had something to say that he just wasn’t, and it was grating on James’ nerves worse than Lily Evan’s latest rebuttal.
“You’re really not worried?”
“James,” Sirius grumbled, and turned his best friend an exasperated moon-silver glare. “Drop it.”
For a moment, James only stared at Sirius, before the dawning came over him. He clapped a hand over his mouth, his eyes widening behind his glasses. Sirius groaned and buried his face in his arms and James practically shrieked, “They’re right! You are boffing about on the other side!”
“James—”
“Why didn’t you tell me, mate!? Aren’t I your brother? C’mon, you know you can tell me these things! Blimey, I’ve known a coupla blokes as been making eyes at you, told me likewise. I would have said something to ‘em.”
“James, really—”
“Is that why you’re hoping all this’ll blow over? Are you not outing? I won’t tell a soul, mate, promise by my heart, but you’ve oughta tell Moony at least. Wormtail maybe. Well. No, not Wormtail. Not Wormtail, he’d just blab out about it, and then all my hard work’d be wasted—”
“James!”
“What?”
Sirius chuckled a little, shaking his head. “It’ll blow over ‘cause it ain’t true.”
“Sure it is!” James protested, pouting and mussing his hair a little. “You made that face you do when you’re onto someone new, but when it’s more serious like. Last time you made that face was when we. Oh.”
“Yeah.”
“Oh. Well. Does he know?”
Sirius rolled his eyes. “No, Prongs. Our best mate who can sus out mischief by smelling it doesn’t know I’ve got it on for him. Are you daft? Of course he knows.”
“Oh. Well.”
“It’ll blow over.”
They sat quietly a moment, Sirius pulling up bits of grass and tossing them to the wind, before James cautiously asked, “How long’s it been on?”
Sirius shrugged and nonchalantly reported, “A year and a half.”
“Padfoot!”
“What?”
James made gaping little noises and vague little gestures, before he huffed and urgently growled, “You’ve been in my house in that time. The both of you. You’ve not been doing things, have you?”
Sirius grinned at James. James groaned and lowered his face to his hands. He sobbed mockingly.
Sirius sat up, grinning, and patted James’ shoulder. When James looked up, he leered. “No worries, mate. We never did anything in your bed.”
-----
The moon hung heavy over head, and if anyone cared to look out their windows from Hogsmead, they might be able to sus out the location of a small, motley band of creatures. And perhaps, if they were close enough, they would see a stag shooing on a rat, away from a shaggy black dog and a rather homely looking wolf-type. And maybe, just maybe, they might see the way the dog leaned in toward the wolf-type, and they sat, watching the moon.
But the hill was a long way off, and the night was dark.
And no one save the stag, looking back, saw the two touch muzzles in the moonlight.
Author:
sumthinlikhumanPairing: Sirius/Remus
Rating: K+
Warnings: vague illusions to teenage boys having sex, WAFF, sappiest sap to ever sap
Prompt: Harry Potter, Sirius/Remus: General Banter - “And you’re not the least bit worried?”
Summary: ”No, Prongs. Our best mate who can sus out mischief by smelling it doesn’t know I’ve got it on for him. Are you daft? Of course he knows.”
Notes: I had NO IDEA what to do with this. Finally I was struck, with a little help, with the idea of rumors and James and Sirius just talking. And it actually turned out better than I’d expected it would. Which might not be saying much, but it’s done, so that’s the important part.
“And you’re not the least bit worried?”
Sirius snorted and pulled the blade of grass out of his mouth to toss it aside and grab another. “Why should I be?”
“Well. I mean, they’re talking about you. And doing. You know. Stuff. With people.”
“It’ll blow over.”
“It’s been three months!”
Sirius plucked another blade of grass from the lawn and stuck it between his teeth. “And how long were they talking about me doing stuff with other people in third year when Peter caught me snogging Molly Prewett? It’ll blow over.”
“So you have to get in a fist fight before it’ll blow over?”
“It was hardly a fist fight,” Sirius groused, and tossed the grass away from him again. James frowned, adjusts his glasses, then reached over and flicked Sirius on the bridge of his nose.
“Weasley broke your face, mate. In six places. It was a row to end all rows.”
Sirius made a disgruntled nose, swatting James’ hand away from his face. “He was defending his bird’s honor from a snot nosed third year. Completely understandable.”
“He broke your face!”
“I’m fine now, though. And this’ll all blow over without a row to end all rows, as that’s been had and all.”
James stared at Sirius long and hard as he plucked another stalk from the lawn. There was something about his friend that made the whole situation even more unbearable, like Sirius had something to say that he just wasn’t, and it was grating on James’ nerves worse than Lily Evan’s latest rebuttal.
“You’re really not worried?”
“James,” Sirius grumbled, and turned his best friend an exasperated moon-silver glare. “Drop it.”
For a moment, James only stared at Sirius, before the dawning came over him. He clapped a hand over his mouth, his eyes widening behind his glasses. Sirius groaned and buried his face in his arms and James practically shrieked, “They’re right! You are boffing about on the other side!”
“James—”
“Why didn’t you tell me, mate!? Aren’t I your brother? C’mon, you know you can tell me these things! Blimey, I’ve known a coupla blokes as been making eyes at you, told me likewise. I would have said something to ‘em.”
“James, really—”
“Is that why you’re hoping all this’ll blow over? Are you not outing? I won’t tell a soul, mate, promise by my heart, but you’ve oughta tell Moony at least. Wormtail maybe. Well. No, not Wormtail. Not Wormtail, he’d just blab out about it, and then all my hard work’d be wasted—”
“James!”
“What?”
Sirius chuckled a little, shaking his head. “It’ll blow over ‘cause it ain’t true.”
“Sure it is!” James protested, pouting and mussing his hair a little. “You made that face you do when you’re onto someone new, but when it’s more serious like. Last time you made that face was when we. Oh.”
“Yeah.”
“Oh. Well. Does he know?”
Sirius rolled his eyes. “No, Prongs. Our best mate who can sus out mischief by smelling it doesn’t know I’ve got it on for him. Are you daft? Of course he knows.”
“Oh. Well.”
“It’ll blow over.”
They sat quietly a moment, Sirius pulling up bits of grass and tossing them to the wind, before James cautiously asked, “How long’s it been on?”
Sirius shrugged and nonchalantly reported, “A year and a half.”
“Padfoot!”
“What?”
James made gaping little noises and vague little gestures, before he huffed and urgently growled, “You’ve been in my house in that time. The both of you. You’ve not been doing things, have you?”
Sirius grinned at James. James groaned and lowered his face to his hands. He sobbed mockingly.
Sirius sat up, grinning, and patted James’ shoulder. When James looked up, he leered. “No worries, mate. We never did anything in your bed.”
-----
The moon hung heavy over head, and if anyone cared to look out their windows from Hogsmead, they might be able to sus out the location of a small, motley band of creatures. And perhaps, if they were close enough, they would see a stag shooing on a rat, away from a shaggy black dog and a rather homely looking wolf-type. And maybe, just maybe, they might see the way the dog leaned in toward the wolf-type, and they sat, watching the moon.
But the hill was a long way off, and the night was dark.
And no one save the stag, looking back, saw the two touch muzzles in the moonlight.
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Date: 2008-06-13 03:03 pm (UTC)Loved reading this.