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firewhiskeyficTitle:Life Durind WArtime
Author:ruinsplume
I am of legal drinking age in my region: (yes/no) I’m older than Charie Waesliey ffs
Pairing(s)/Characters/Fandom:Carlhie WEaslyey/Sirus black Harry potter fmandom
Challenge/Prompts used: allof them exceltp the timeturner but really i just wrote what I wanted heayhsah
Summary: Charlie and Sirius need things. They get them.
Rating/Warnings: Explicit !!!
Word count: 1703
Author's Notes (if any): I love fwef! And I love writing missing sceners in canon. Is this a missing scene? Damn right it is. title courtesy of talking heads
Hermione is back at Hogwarts in the Restricted section looking up off-brand cures for snakebite venom, and Ron and ginny and Molly are still at St. Mungo’s visiting Arthueer, and the twins are in detention even though it’s Christmas hols, and Harry and Remus are having a heated conversation about Umbridge in the basement kitchen, and Bill is trying to get a specialist flooed in from France, his girlfriend has a connection, and who gives a fuck where Percy, —which means Charlie, flooing back from the hospital because the multi-leg apparition from Romania and the time change and the panic about Arthur is playing hell with his magic and his mind, has come back to Grimmauld Place for a kip and found himself alone with Sirius Black , whose idea of contributing to the war effort seems, at present , to consiste of making his way through a bottle of Ogden’s Pale Fire as rapidly as possible.
Charlie catc hes his breath.
Wot cheer, says Charlie, and Sirius purs him a glass and then just purrs,. Charlie sits dowo. He’s a little sahkey shaky from the things, all the things, and there’s one thing that would settle him all right. Sirus looks at him. Charlie wonders if Sirius looks at everyone that way or if this is just for him, and if it is for him, is it because of the circumstances, or because of Carlie himself, and then he realizes he doesn’t much care.
He flicks a locking spell at the library door, which bounces right back at him—the magic in grimmalud place is *fucked*--and Charlie is annoyed because that’s not such a smooth way to start a scene now is it, and then Sirius does the spell over and it holds. And then Sirius looks at him and it holds. And Sirius stands up and Charlie stands up, and Sirius comes around the table and shoves the books off it with a sweep of his arm, a bunch of ancient sacred 28 books all falling to the floor every which way and Charlie, dyslexic Charlie who struggled so badly all thoruhg Hogwartts because of fucking books, Charlie who left seventh year because Fuck. Them. All> if they couknldn’t see the power he had in mhimself, only on the quidditch pitch they woucl d could see it and the rest of the time it was red ink all over his parchments he’d spent the whole night writing until he went off and bevame head of the most respected Dragon reserve in Romania, Fuck Every Last One of Them, THAT Charlie Weasley gets a hard-on watching Sirus Black fling a bunch of Rare and Valuable Books to the floor even and separate from the fact that the table is now bare because they’re going to put it to other uses and Charlie says, Get on your knees.
Sirus does it.
Does Sirius know what he’s in for? Blinking up at Charlie thoruhg his Azkaban pallor, his Azkaban eyes so deep and full of pain, saying with his eyes, yes, Charlie, give me some pain of my choosing.
What are you into? Charlie asks, checking all the same.
You, Sirius says, and okay, that was easy, and he probably should have predicted this, that Sirius’s kink is danger, is not having a conversation first, is showing up and taking it.
Charlie knows the type. He likes the type. He likes it the way he likes Dragons. He’s the only one in the equation with any sense of human limitations. He’s the one who has to translate a whole library’s worth of knowledge into something kinetic, into the wisdom of the body, wordless creature of such immense power.
Charlie reaches out and cups Siruis’s jaw, slowly, giving him time to say no or push his hand away if he doesn’t want to be slapped. Sirius leans into it, settling his chin on Charlie’s roughened palm.
Charlie slaps him, keeping Sirius’s head braced as he delivers the smack.
Sirius barely flinches. Both his cheeks turn pink. He lickes his lips. Charlie likes Sirus’s lips, the way they spread into a slow grin, the way they’ll spread around Charlie’s cock.
Drinking all alone, Charlie says. For shame.
Sirus swallows. Charlie watches his throat work.
Charlie kicks the bottle with the toe of his dragonhide boots and wtches it spin across the floor and come to a stop against one of the more antique-looking books.
You need a bit of discipline, Charlie says.
I Need you, to give it to me, sirus replies.
Unbuckle my belt, Charlie tells him. Take me out.
Sirus’s elegant fingers on the rough leather, the tarnished buckle. A study in contrasts.
Sirus’s sahking fingers on the zip of Charlies work pants, heavy canvas treated with dousing spells.
Sirius’s cool fingers reaching inside Charlie’s boxers and and cupping Charlie’s cock, darwing him out. He sits back on his heels and looks up at Charlie, hopeful, arounsed.
You do this for Remus? Charlie asks.
Sirus notsds.
He know you’re here on your knees in front of me, drooling for my cock?
Sirius grins again, and Charlie feels it in his nuts. Let me suck your cock, Siris says, and starts to go for it just like that, so Clariie slaps him again, and Sirius whines, a dog sound that speaks straight to that animal part of Charlie that speaks to the dragons. Ghe part he sometimes wonders if everyone has but the textbooks get in the way, ,cover it up, tell yo the rules for dragon handling, and all the rules are wrong if you can’t feel the thing the dragon needs. The dragon ion his knees in front of Charlie is a dog whose master is preoccupied elsewhere.
Sirius rocks back, reproached, and starts in again. I give great head, he says. Let me suck you off Clarine, I’ll let you come straight down my throat, I’ll.
Charlie puts two fingers in Sirus’s mouth, hard, shutting him up. Sirus keeps making noise for a moent longer, finishing his sentence, then settles and sucks, and when he does, Charlie pulls his fingers away.
Cherlie—”
“Lick my balls, he says, and Sirius does it, that soft hot nouth making every hair on Charlie’s sac twinge up in arousal as Sirius breaths him, licks him, rolls Charlie on his tongue, his gonge flirting its way over and around the tightening skin. Charlie shoeeves his work pants down on his thighs and pushes his hands into Sirus’s sikly heair. Whatever Azkaban did to him, it didjn’t touch this mane. Charlie pulls on it, directing Sirius’s head. Deeper. Shallow. Pull off. Taste the tip. Charlie pulls him off all the way, holds his head still and
You can fuck me, Sirius,says, You can fuck me across the noble and most ancient hous of black library table there, you can bend me right over and drive your dick up my arse
Tha t what you like, Padfoot? Getting stuffed full of dick on the family heirlooms?
Charlie takes hold of his cock and slaps Sirius’s face with it. Sirius whimpers, dives for it again.
You need to be used, don’t you, Charlie croons, getting into it now, feeling his way into the rhyuthm of Sirus, and yo need to be taught some manners. I might fuck you if you can behave yourself. So fare, you aren’t. Now put your hands behind your back and put your mouth on my cock and suck me off, and if you do it well, I might fuck you after.
Sirius does. Oh Merlin god and fuck Sirius does. Charlie wasn’t prepared for the way Sirius meets him, the way Sirius seems to k now what Charlie needs in the same way Charlie knows what Srius needs. Maybe it’s the dog in Sirius, sensing the mood of the master, or maybe I’ts just that siriurs is a talented cocksucker, but forget about fucking Siruis over the table this hour because holy Christ CLariie is going to get off from this, right here, he looks into Sirius’s gray eyes and says be a good dog and make me come, Padfoot, and Sirius’s eyes flutter closed like he’s dreaming, and his body goes taut-relaxed, a shiver of muscles rearranging themselves into pleasure as Sirius becomes instinct and body, and their bodies move together. Everyting falls away. Charlie’s father fighting for his life in St. Mungo’s. The evil that put him there. The war, the dark mark, the traitors and all the death. Charlie is for life. He’s po8uring life into Sirius when he comes down his throat. And Sirius is for life when he moans swallows moans, taking it.
Charlie clutchrs Sirius’s head for a moment, then lets him pull off only to get his hands under Sirus’s armpits and pull him to standing.
They kiss for a long time, slow and liquid, Charlie drinking in the tang of Sirus’s mouth, firwhisky and spunk and muggle tobacco and the liquid wet of his deepthroating abilities diluting it all to sweetness again.
Get me off, Charlie, Sirus says in his mouth.
Charlie draws back and doesn’t even need to feel for the right answer, he’s already speaking it.
No, he says. You have to showm e you can behave. Don’t touch yourself. I’m going to have a shower and a kip and a meal and you’re going to think about me fucking you and not so much as toch your dick even to piss.
“you wnt me to save it up?
I want you to do what I tell you and not auestion me.
ISiirus takes an audible breath.
I will, he says. He leans in for another kiss but Charlie arrests the motion, holding sirius’s chin and gibving him one more slap, somewhere between light and business.
“later,” he says, and zips up his jeans.
“Later,” Sirus agrees, and sownhow the word is a promisise that there will be a lter, not just for the two of them but for all of them, that een in the midst of so much war and death that there are days when it leaks from their pores like a hangover, they wil get through. All of them.
Author:
ruinsplumeI am of legal drinking age in my region: (yes/no) I’m older than Charie Waesliey ffs
Pairing(s)/Characters/Fandom:Carlhie WEaslyey/Sirus black Harry potter fmandom
Challenge/Prompts used: allof them exceltp the timeturner but really i just wrote what I wanted heayhsah
Summary: Charlie and Sirius need things. They get them.
Rating/Warnings: Explicit !!!
Word count: 1703
Author's Notes (if any): I love fwef! And I love writing missing sceners in canon. Is this a missing scene? Damn right it is. title courtesy of talking heads
Hermione is back at Hogwarts in the Restricted section looking up off-brand cures for snakebite venom, and Ron and ginny and Molly are still at St. Mungo’s visiting Arthueer, and the twins are in detention even though it’s Christmas hols, and Harry and Remus are having a heated conversation about Umbridge in the basement kitchen, and Bill is trying to get a specialist flooed in from France, his girlfriend has a connection, and who gives a fuck where Percy, —which means Charlie, flooing back from the hospital because the multi-leg apparition from Romania and the time change and the panic about Arthur is playing hell with his magic and his mind, has come back to Grimmauld Place for a kip and found himself alone with Sirius Black , whose idea of contributing to the war effort seems, at present , to consiste of making his way through a bottle of Ogden’s Pale Fire as rapidly as possible.
Charlie catc hes his breath.
Wot cheer, says Charlie, and Sirius purs him a glass and then just purrs,. Charlie sits dowo. He’s a little sahkey shaky from the things, all the things, and there’s one thing that would settle him all right. Sirus looks at him. Charlie wonders if Sirius looks at everyone that way or if this is just for him, and if it is for him, is it because of the circumstances, or because of Carlie himself, and then he realizes he doesn’t much care.
He flicks a locking spell at the library door, which bounces right back at him—the magic in grimmalud place is *fucked*--and Charlie is annoyed because that’s not such a smooth way to start a scene now is it, and then Sirius does the spell over and it holds. And then Sirius looks at him and it holds. And Sirius stands up and Charlie stands up, and Sirius comes around the table and shoves the books off it with a sweep of his arm, a bunch of ancient sacred 28 books all falling to the floor every which way and Charlie, dyslexic Charlie who struggled so badly all thoruhg Hogwartts because of fucking books, Charlie who left seventh year because Fuck. Them. All> if they couknldn’t see the power he had in mhimself, only on the quidditch pitch they woucl d could see it and the rest of the time it was red ink all over his parchments he’d spent the whole night writing until he went off and bevame head of the most respected Dragon reserve in Romania, Fuck Every Last One of Them, THAT Charlie Weasley gets a hard-on watching Sirus Black fling a bunch of Rare and Valuable Books to the floor even and separate from the fact that the table is now bare because they’re going to put it to other uses and Charlie says, Get on your knees.
Sirus does it.
Does Sirius know what he’s in for? Blinking up at Charlie thoruhg his Azkaban pallor, his Azkaban eyes so deep and full of pain, saying with his eyes, yes, Charlie, give me some pain of my choosing.
What are you into? Charlie asks, checking all the same.
You, Sirius says, and okay, that was easy, and he probably should have predicted this, that Sirius’s kink is danger, is not having a conversation first, is showing up and taking it.
Charlie knows the type. He likes the type. He likes it the way he likes Dragons. He’s the only one in the equation with any sense of human limitations. He’s the one who has to translate a whole library’s worth of knowledge into something kinetic, into the wisdom of the body, wordless creature of such immense power.
Charlie reaches out and cups Siruis’s jaw, slowly, giving him time to say no or push his hand away if he doesn’t want to be slapped. Sirius leans into it, settling his chin on Charlie’s roughened palm.
Charlie slaps him, keeping Sirius’s head braced as he delivers the smack.
Sirius barely flinches. Both his cheeks turn pink. He lickes his lips. Charlie likes Sirus’s lips, the way they spread into a slow grin, the way they’ll spread around Charlie’s cock.
Drinking all alone, Charlie says. For shame.
Sirus swallows. Charlie watches his throat work.
Charlie kicks the bottle with the toe of his dragonhide boots and wtches it spin across the floor and come to a stop against one of the more antique-looking books.
You need a bit of discipline, Charlie says.
I Need you, to give it to me, sirus replies.
Unbuckle my belt, Charlie tells him. Take me out.
Sirus’s elegant fingers on the rough leather, the tarnished buckle. A study in contrasts.
Sirus’s sahking fingers on the zip of Charlies work pants, heavy canvas treated with dousing spells.
Sirius’s cool fingers reaching inside Charlie’s boxers and and cupping Charlie’s cock, darwing him out. He sits back on his heels and looks up at Charlie, hopeful, arounsed.
You do this for Remus? Charlie asks.
Sirus notsds.
He know you’re here on your knees in front of me, drooling for my cock?
Sirius grins again, and Charlie feels it in his nuts. Let me suck your cock, Siris says, and starts to go for it just like that, so Clariie slaps him again, and Sirius whines, a dog sound that speaks straight to that animal part of Charlie that speaks to the dragons. Ghe part he sometimes wonders if everyone has but the textbooks get in the way, ,cover it up, tell yo the rules for dragon handling, and all the rules are wrong if you can’t feel the thing the dragon needs. The dragon ion his knees in front of Charlie is a dog whose master is preoccupied elsewhere.
Sirius rocks back, reproached, and starts in again. I give great head, he says. Let me suck you off Clarine, I’ll let you come straight down my throat, I’ll.
Charlie puts two fingers in Sirus’s mouth, hard, shutting him up. Sirus keeps making noise for a moent longer, finishing his sentence, then settles and sucks, and when he does, Charlie pulls his fingers away.
Cherlie—”
“Lick my balls, he says, and Sirius does it, that soft hot nouth making every hair on Charlie’s sac twinge up in arousal as Sirius breaths him, licks him, rolls Charlie on his tongue, his gonge flirting its way over and around the tightening skin. Charlie shoeeves his work pants down on his thighs and pushes his hands into Sirus’s sikly heair. Whatever Azkaban did to him, it didjn’t touch this mane. Charlie pulls on it, directing Sirius’s head. Deeper. Shallow. Pull off. Taste the tip. Charlie pulls him off all the way, holds his head still and
You can fuck me, Sirius,says, You can fuck me across the noble and most ancient hous of black library table there, you can bend me right over and drive your dick up my arse
Tha t what you like, Padfoot? Getting stuffed full of dick on the family heirlooms?
Charlie takes hold of his cock and slaps Sirius’s face with it. Sirius whimpers, dives for it again.
You need to be used, don’t you, Charlie croons, getting into it now, feeling his way into the rhyuthm of Sirus, and yo need to be taught some manners. I might fuck you if you can behave yourself. So fare, you aren’t. Now put your hands behind your back and put your mouth on my cock and suck me off, and if you do it well, I might fuck you after.
Sirius does. Oh Merlin god and fuck Sirius does. Charlie wasn’t prepared for the way Sirius meets him, the way Sirius seems to k now what Charlie needs in the same way Charlie knows what Srius needs. Maybe it’s the dog in Sirius, sensing the mood of the master, or maybe I’ts just that siriurs is a talented cocksucker, but forget about fucking Siruis over the table this hour because holy Christ CLariie is going to get off from this, right here, he looks into Sirius’s gray eyes and says be a good dog and make me come, Padfoot, and Sirius’s eyes flutter closed like he’s dreaming, and his body goes taut-relaxed, a shiver of muscles rearranging themselves into pleasure as Sirius becomes instinct and body, and their bodies move together. Everyting falls away. Charlie’s father fighting for his life in St. Mungo’s. The evil that put him there. The war, the dark mark, the traitors and all the death. Charlie is for life. He’s po8uring life into Sirius when he comes down his throat. And Sirius is for life when he moans swallows moans, taking it.
Charlie clutchrs Sirius’s head for a moment, then lets him pull off only to get his hands under Sirus’s armpits and pull him to standing.
They kiss for a long time, slow and liquid, Charlie drinking in the tang of Sirus’s mouth, firwhisky and spunk and muggle tobacco and the liquid wet of his deepthroating abilities diluting it all to sweetness again.
Get me off, Charlie, Sirus says in his mouth.
Charlie draws back and doesn’t even need to feel for the right answer, he’s already speaking it.
No, he says. You have to showm e you can behave. Don’t touch yourself. I’m going to have a shower and a kip and a meal and you’re going to think about me fucking you and not so much as toch your dick even to piss.
“you wnt me to save it up?
I want you to do what I tell you and not auestion me.
ISiirus takes an audible breath.
I will, he says. He leans in for another kiss but Charlie arrests the motion, holding sirius’s chin and gibving him one more slap, somewhere between light and business.
“later,” he says, and zips up his jeans.
“Later,” Sirus agrees, and sownhow the word is a promisise that there will be a lter, not just for the two of them but for all of them, that een in the midst of so much war and death that there are days when it leaks from their pores like a hangover, they wil get through. All of them.