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firewhiskeyficTitle: it mtters not
Author:kiertorata
I am of legal drinking age in my region: yes
Pairing(s)/Characters/Fandom: Sirius/remus
Challenge: ALL OF THEM fuck yea! sirius, astronomy tower, full mooon, bonfires and that stupid quote
Summary: I think I just degenerated to my 13-year old self where I'm just wirintng shitty teenage fanfic with like very limited vocabulary. sirius and remus snog in there somewhere
Rating/Warnings: None??? i think
Word count: 1594
Author's Notes (if any):
“So I’m basically an expert in history,” Sirisu black said.
Remus gave him a pointed look, but Sirius ignored it. James was busy fiddling with his stupid hair. Peter was probably eating a sandwich or in the loo or something, because noody remembered his presence.
Sirisu waited for dramatic effect, but when none of his useless friends reacted, he opened his mouth again.
“The history of the Astronomy towrer is a particularly interesting one,” he said, very casually as if he had no agenda at all, none at all.
James took a sip of his firewhiskey, or whatever he was drinking trying to be a cool teenager. He didn’t say anything although sirius counted on him to say that this was boring shit or somehting of the like. What sor t of best friend was he anyway? Probably thinking about Lily, the wanker. (whether ‘wanker’ is referring to Lily or James in this sentece is debatable. Grammar is not my strong suite. Probably should have done a thing with commas, but what kind of fun drunk fic writing night would that be.)
Sirius needed him to leave, because he had a plan for tonight.
Tonight, eh was going to get laid. Or, like, tell Remus how he felt. But if felt much cooler saying he was going to get laid than to spill his stupid feelings towards his mate when he had those conversations with himself where he’s playing out future situations like any totally cool person would.
He looked at Remus. The other boy looked very Remus-y, whatever that means. (Striking. Hot. Sensual. All that. Well, at least from Sirius’s perspective. Probably if someone else had described him, he just looked like a regular 16-year old boy with a few scars. Not tha t that isn’t sexy.)
Remus rolled his eyes at him and finanlly said, “well, sirius? enlightnen us won’t you?”
Sirius went all warm and happy at this, and smiled goofily (or hotly, hopefully.”). “If I tell you, you might want to go back to the dormmitory. Not everybody could handle this information.”
“SHOCK. Really, Sirius?” Peter said. He had appeared from somewhere, munching on a sandwhich. (Which kind? That’s a whole other story.) (Fifty flavors of PEter's sandwiches, where sandwhich is totally not an innuendo for something creepy and sexual.) He put the sandwhich down for a moment onto the cold, damp stone of the Astronomy tower floow. (Filthy, peter, resiourly. Who’d want to put it in their mouth after that?) “I can’t believe youre mean anought to talk about me in front of my face.”
“I didn’t mention you, you dimwit. And I didn’t notice you there either, so that’s you being stupid and insecure twice,” Sirius said. (Wow, seirius is mean. Like not even in a fun catty way. Just in an insecure teenager way.) (And the theme of this story is really starting to be insecure teenagers. Like pretty soon I’ll e writing about dubmledore throwing some rupaul level bullshit psycology at them, all eyes twinkling and looking flawless in his checked suit and fedora, and life lessons will be learned (whilst crying on reality television) ).
Peter scurried off anyway. One person taken care off.
Now James.
Who was pretending to be drunk, had taken out a cigarette but not lighted it and was looking at the nearly full moon philosophically. (Damn you, Potter, that’s my go to look. You’re supposed to be the jock. I’m supposed to be the mysterious one, sirius thought.)
“There’s a ritual you can do when it’s the day before full moon, and you’re on the Astronomy Tower,” Sirius said, trying to regain some of his mysterious aura. He took out a rivalry cigarette and twirled it coolly between his fingers, making sure to look at Remus onyl four times (Remus didnät look back at him) before placing it in his mouth and lighting it.
“It involves dancing around a bonfire naked,” he said. “Not something you would want to do if you’re, you know, concerned about getting a stupid girl – khrrrm - eEvans - to like you. Burn marks can really put a girl off, you know.”
Remus just had this look of “he’s mad, better not say anything to upset the madman” that he often had around Sirius. Sirius decided it was not important and ignored it. James didn’t respond.
“Are you even listening, Jam,es?” Sirius said, exasperade. He snatched the friewhisky bottle from James only to find it empy. Little fucker.
“Not really,” James said. “You were talking about some weird ritual that involves you and Remus fucking, or something.”
“JAMES” Sirius said. His heart disappeared somwhere in his stomach or anus. (haha I said anus.)
“What? It’s just the truth, mate,” James aid. He put out his cigarette and got up from the Astronomy tower floor. He flashed a smile at them before leaving the tower. “Well, have a good time with your canine mating ritual. I’m going to go eat Pete’rs sandwich in the dorm. See yous.”
“James what the fuck,” Remus said. “Also, I really don’t want to hear about you putting Peter’s sandwich in your mouth, thank you very much.”
And suddenly they were alone.
Jemes had been more of a friend than Sirius had hoped for. He now had the perfect opportunity to do soemething about his feelings towards Remus, or at least like aatempt to snog him without looking like a moron. Or he could idiotically say “well, that was weird. Dunno what James was going on about.”
“You know I can practically read your thoughts over here, Sirius?” Remus said, breaking his internal monologue.
“What?” Sirius blushed involuntary, but hoped that the rather erotic darkness of the astronomy tower covered it. Remus didn’t seem to mind. his gaze on him was adoring, and possibly a little exasperated.
“You’re thinking about how you can smoothly say you wanna snog me withouth seeming like an idiot or really despearate like James is around Lily or Peter is around sandwiches,” Remus said. He really was smart for his age. He should have been made head boy, not James. Wait, they’re sixteen so it’s still possible. Rowling, please correct you r books, it makes more sene for Remus to be head boy.
“For the record, the part about the bonfire was a lie,” Sirius said. “ I just wanted to snog you.”
“I know,” Remus muttered, but Sirius barely heard him, because he was too busy crashing their lips together and finally, finally kissing Remus. He groaned into Remus’s soft lips, and almost died when Remus pushied his tongue into him. It was perfect. Fucking brillian.t
(what happened to the cigaretet? We may never know.)
“Mnnnn,” Remus said, pulling them apart for just a second. “Needy, aren’t you?”
“I’ve wanted you for fuckign forever, Moony.”
“Wanted to participate in weird, canine mating rituals with me, Padfoot?” Remus said, voice sultrty and teasing.
“Shut up, you idiot,” Sirius. “Kiss me again.”
Moony complied. They were well into exploring each others mouths while running their hands through each others hair and even starting to tease at the hem of each other’s crispy, white, schoolboy shirts, when they heard a soft clearing of the throat behind them.
They quickly pulled appart and scattered to the other ends of the tower, guiltyly like James after the first time he tasted Peter’s sandwhcih, whatever that means. They looked up from their respective corners (figurative corners – the tower is presumably round) to see Albus Dumbledore looking at them with a fatherly expression from behind his stylish, half-moon spectacles and purple fedora.
“Gentlemen,” he said, and that voice could have stopped a war. It was soft and caring, but also cold and godlike at the same time. Sirius felt gulty, but also accepted. Like he was being scolded by a father he never knew he had.
Dumbledore smiled at them benevolently, impeccably tailored checked dress robes gleaming in the near-full moon light. “It’s a fine night. I’m not surprised that youthful creatures such as yourself would want to come up here after hours to admire the moon.”
“But you don’t mind—you’re not angry with me and Remus snogging?” Sirius said.
"It matters not what someone is born, but what they grow to be," Dumbledore said in his all-knowing, mysterious way. (Wow, I could really take pointers from him to improve my mysterious aura game, sirius though.”) “I’m very proud of you, my sons, of finding out who you are so early. And remember, as gay people we get to chose our family.” (totally did not plagiarize that line from anywhere)
wow, Sirius said. that is deep. almost as deep as the hole in me, waiting to be filled by Remus.
“Now get back to your dorm before I give you detention, you motherfuckers,” Dumbledore said.
“What? Aa, fuck, alright,” Sirius said, scrambling up from the floor. He kicked the empty firewhiskey bottle farther into the shadows and hoped Dumbledore wouldn’t bother to examine the tower any further.
“Good night, sir,#” Remus said smartly. He was up and looked hardly rumpled and snogged at all. Damn you remus for always being so mature and proper.
They left the tower together, and for a while, didn’t say a word.
“Remus,” Sirius said afte rthey passed the tapestry of the troll.
“Mnh?” Remus said, keeping his eyes forward and his step steady.
Sirius took Remus’s hand. Warm fingers curled around his. A small bluch crept on his cheeks, but he didn’t look at Sirius.
But sirius didn’t mind. He was happy.
Author:
kiertorataI am of legal drinking age in my region: yes
Pairing(s)/Characters/Fandom: Sirius/remus
Challenge: ALL OF THEM fuck yea! sirius, astronomy tower, full mooon, bonfires and that stupid quote
Summary: I think I just degenerated to my 13-year old self where I'm just wirintng shitty teenage fanfic with like very limited vocabulary. sirius and remus snog in there somewhere
Rating/Warnings: None??? i think
Word count: 1594
Author's Notes (if any):
“So I’m basically an expert in history,” Sirisu black said.
Remus gave him a pointed look, but Sirius ignored it. James was busy fiddling with his stupid hair. Peter was probably eating a sandwich or in the loo or something, because noody remembered his presence.
Sirisu waited for dramatic effect, but when none of his useless friends reacted, he opened his mouth again.
“The history of the Astronomy towrer is a particularly interesting one,” he said, very casually as if he had no agenda at all, none at all.
James took a sip of his firewhiskey, or whatever he was drinking trying to be a cool teenager. He didn’t say anything although sirius counted on him to say that this was boring shit or somehting of the like. What sor t of best friend was he anyway? Probably thinking about Lily, the wanker. (whether ‘wanker’ is referring to Lily or James in this sentece is debatable. Grammar is not my strong suite. Probably should have done a thing with commas, but what kind of fun drunk fic writing night would that be.)
Sirius needed him to leave, because he had a plan for tonight.
Tonight, eh was going to get laid. Or, like, tell Remus how he felt. But if felt much cooler saying he was going to get laid than to spill his stupid feelings towards his mate when he had those conversations with himself where he’s playing out future situations like any totally cool person would.
He looked at Remus. The other boy looked very Remus-y, whatever that means. (Striking. Hot. Sensual. All that. Well, at least from Sirius’s perspective. Probably if someone else had described him, he just looked like a regular 16-year old boy with a few scars. Not tha t that isn’t sexy.)
Remus rolled his eyes at him and finanlly said, “well, sirius? enlightnen us won’t you?”
Sirius went all warm and happy at this, and smiled goofily (or hotly, hopefully.”). “If I tell you, you might want to go back to the dormmitory. Not everybody could handle this information.”
“SHOCK. Really, Sirius?” Peter said. He had appeared from somewhere, munching on a sandwhich. (Which kind? That’s a whole other story.) (Fifty flavors of PEter's sandwiches, where sandwhich is totally not an innuendo for something creepy and sexual.) He put the sandwhich down for a moment onto the cold, damp stone of the Astronomy tower floow. (Filthy, peter, resiourly. Who’d want to put it in their mouth after that?) “I can’t believe youre mean anought to talk about me in front of my face.”
“I didn’t mention you, you dimwit. And I didn’t notice you there either, so that’s you being stupid and insecure twice,” Sirius said. (Wow, seirius is mean. Like not even in a fun catty way. Just in an insecure teenager way.) (And the theme of this story is really starting to be insecure teenagers. Like pretty soon I’ll e writing about dubmledore throwing some rupaul level bullshit psycology at them, all eyes twinkling and looking flawless in his checked suit and fedora, and life lessons will be learned (whilst crying on reality television) ).
Peter scurried off anyway. One person taken care off.
Now James.
Who was pretending to be drunk, had taken out a cigarette but not lighted it and was looking at the nearly full moon philosophically. (Damn you, Potter, that’s my go to look. You’re supposed to be the jock. I’m supposed to be the mysterious one, sirius thought.)
“There’s a ritual you can do when it’s the day before full moon, and you’re on the Astronomy Tower,” Sirius said, trying to regain some of his mysterious aura. He took out a rivalry cigarette and twirled it coolly between his fingers, making sure to look at Remus onyl four times (Remus didnät look back at him) before placing it in his mouth and lighting it.
“It involves dancing around a bonfire naked,” he said. “Not something you would want to do if you’re, you know, concerned about getting a stupid girl – khrrrm - eEvans - to like you. Burn marks can really put a girl off, you know.”
Remus just had this look of “he’s mad, better not say anything to upset the madman” that he often had around Sirius. Sirius decided it was not important and ignored it. James didn’t respond.
“Are you even listening, Jam,es?” Sirius said, exasperade. He snatched the friewhisky bottle from James only to find it empy. Little fucker.
“Not really,” James said. “You were talking about some weird ritual that involves you and Remus fucking, or something.”
“JAMES” Sirius said. His heart disappeared somwhere in his stomach or anus. (haha I said anus.)
“What? It’s just the truth, mate,” James aid. He put out his cigarette and got up from the Astronomy tower floor. He flashed a smile at them before leaving the tower. “Well, have a good time with your canine mating ritual. I’m going to go eat Pete’rs sandwich in the dorm. See yous.”
“James what the fuck,” Remus said. “Also, I really don’t want to hear about you putting Peter’s sandwich in your mouth, thank you very much.”
And suddenly they were alone.
Jemes had been more of a friend than Sirius had hoped for. He now had the perfect opportunity to do soemething about his feelings towards Remus, or at least like aatempt to snog him without looking like a moron. Or he could idiotically say “well, that was weird. Dunno what James was going on about.”
“You know I can practically read your thoughts over here, Sirius?” Remus said, breaking his internal monologue.
“What?” Sirius blushed involuntary, but hoped that the rather erotic darkness of the astronomy tower covered it. Remus didn’t seem to mind. his gaze on him was adoring, and possibly a little exasperated.
“You’re thinking about how you can smoothly say you wanna snog me withouth seeming like an idiot or really despearate like James is around Lily or Peter is around sandwiches,” Remus said. He really was smart for his age. He should have been made head boy, not James. Wait, they’re sixteen so it’s still possible. Rowling, please correct you r books, it makes more sene for Remus to be head boy.
“For the record, the part about the bonfire was a lie,” Sirius said. “ I just wanted to snog you.”
“I know,” Remus muttered, but Sirius barely heard him, because he was too busy crashing their lips together and finally, finally kissing Remus. He groaned into Remus’s soft lips, and almost died when Remus pushied his tongue into him. It was perfect. Fucking brillian.t
(what happened to the cigaretet? We may never know.)
“Mnnnn,” Remus said, pulling them apart for just a second. “Needy, aren’t you?”
“I’ve wanted you for fuckign forever, Moony.”
“Wanted to participate in weird, canine mating rituals with me, Padfoot?” Remus said, voice sultrty and teasing.
“Shut up, you idiot,” Sirius. “Kiss me again.”
Moony complied. They were well into exploring each others mouths while running their hands through each others hair and even starting to tease at the hem of each other’s crispy, white, schoolboy shirts, when they heard a soft clearing of the throat behind them.
They quickly pulled appart and scattered to the other ends of the tower, guiltyly like James after the first time he tasted Peter’s sandwhcih, whatever that means. They looked up from their respective corners (figurative corners – the tower is presumably round) to see Albus Dumbledore looking at them with a fatherly expression from behind his stylish, half-moon spectacles and purple fedora.
“Gentlemen,” he said, and that voice could have stopped a war. It was soft and caring, but also cold and godlike at the same time. Sirius felt gulty, but also accepted. Like he was being scolded by a father he never knew he had.
Dumbledore smiled at them benevolently, impeccably tailored checked dress robes gleaming in the near-full moon light. “It’s a fine night. I’m not surprised that youthful creatures such as yourself would want to come up here after hours to admire the moon.”
“But you don’t mind—you’re not angry with me and Remus snogging?” Sirius said.
"It matters not what someone is born, but what they grow to be," Dumbledore said in his all-knowing, mysterious way. (Wow, I could really take pointers from him to improve my mysterious aura game, sirius though.”) “I’m very proud of you, my sons, of finding out who you are so early. And remember, as gay people we get to chose our family.” (totally did not plagiarize that line from anywhere)
wow, Sirius said. that is deep. almost as deep as the hole in me, waiting to be filled by Remus.
“Now get back to your dorm before I give you detention, you motherfuckers,” Dumbledore said.
“What? Aa, fuck, alright,” Sirius said, scrambling up from the floor. He kicked the empty firewhiskey bottle farther into the shadows and hoped Dumbledore wouldn’t bother to examine the tower any further.
“Good night, sir,#” Remus said smartly. He was up and looked hardly rumpled and snogged at all. Damn you remus for always being so mature and proper.
They left the tower together, and for a while, didn’t say a word.
“Remus,” Sirius said afte rthey passed the tapestry of the troll.
“Mnh?” Remus said, keeping his eyes forward and his step steady.
Sirius took Remus’s hand. Warm fingers curled around his. A small bluch crept on his cheeks, but he didn’t look at Sirius.
But sirius didn’t mind. He was happy.
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Date: 2017-11-24 03:56 pm (UTC)