sing my heart

[anniesj]

I've been working on this one all week, and now, it is done. Fresh off the presses, I offer you pr0n. Not tiepr0n, sadly, though that's almost done, but this is pr0n nonetheless and there's angst and shit, too. And gratuitous mention of The Beatles, because this fic is written for the delightful, talented, brilliant, luminous ignited, for making

Comments

[minim_calibre]

Ah, OTP!

Danke!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[anniesj]

Heeeeee! You're very, very welcome! :)

[circe_tigana]

Oh, baby, the way you finished this ...

They fall dreamily, descending like autumn leaves and then erupt into furious color with every cry and thrust.

It's like the summer after seventh year when Remus finally forgave him and let him into his bed, like that one night in Scotland when the rains fell heavy and Sirius bit Remus's earlobe, like a drunken night-out with the boys that ends up with them clumsily grabbing each other outside in the alley. It's like all these things and nothing at all, new and old, then and now, crashing and coalescing until Sirius is overwhelmed by every sensation Remus Lupin has ever given him, and the world goes white with music.

Reason and logic, sound concrete buildings Remus erects to keep his chaotic world in order. If one has secrets, it only makes sense that one buys a lock, because secrets are hurtful and therefore they should never be shared. Only common sense.

I do more than wibble. I throw myself upon the incadescent flame of your scorching talent AND wibble. Get it right, dude.

otp omg

[anniesj]

*flails at you with waving hands for you are my PIRATE GODDESS*

Me SO so glad you like the way it ended. YAY! :)

*adores you and wishes you a VEDDY VEDDY SAFE journey home YES*

[circe_tigana]

Dude, I loved the way it ended. I love this fic. I think it's brill. I think you're brill. ::MWAH!::

And now I'm off to bed, after that treat. Thanks for the wishes -- flying with my mom can be stressful! ;)

Email me your new home phone, wench! And address too, come to think of it.

[anniesj]

MEEP! *is all adoring*

Go to bed, doodle -- I'll e-mail you. ;)

*crawls under the covers with you*

[anniesj]

Oh, dude, wow -- thank you SO much. This was really a random kind of story, sprung solely from the opening line about the Beatles, and then it exploded into something completely unexpected. I'm just REALLY pleased that you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it -- it was fun watching where it went. ;)

[anniesj]

Oh, wow -- thank you so much! :) I *love* writing this pairing, I really, really do. And I'm finding that the more I write, the more comfortable I feel with the characters, and it's an unhealthy kind of obsession that now involves way too many fantasies. I am so doomed. *hangs head*

And dude, you know me -- I love putting my characters through hell. *vbeg*

[ruedifference]

Something warm and fragile and doggish jumps in Sirius's heart, leaps, rolls over and thrashes with glee at the sound of that. Home, this is a home, his home with Remus. Home.

Aw! You're another shoebox_project fan aren't ya?

Every silly little post-coital promise, every stanza of misquoted poetry, every single lyric to every single bloody song. All of it swims and slurs around in Sirius's mind as he stares dumbly at Remus, and then he manages to grab a phrase out of the mess.

"Love you, Moony."

Flails and DIES from the overabundance of love.

[anniesj]

I could not resist the shout-out to Dog!Sirius, yo. It's a new kink. Also, I think I've reread that chapter at LEAST eight times now. AND IT'S NOT NEARLY ENOUGH OMG

*adores you* Thank you VERY much for the feedback, doodle! *G*

[ruedifference]

*adores right back*

I know I should say far more intelligent things,
-like that you portrayed Remus' reluctance from Sirius' viewpoint extremely well
-and that Sirius is a huge romantic dork, but in a good, subtle way
-and that I had to skip the scar description bit because I have issues
-and the sex was all hot and sweet and awesome.

*reads above bit*

Okay, that's a little better.

[anniesj]

Heeeeeeeee! You crack my shit up. *g*

-like that you portrayed Remus' reluctance from Sirius' viewpoint extremely well

Oh, THANK YOU -- I was wondering about that. Honestly, the sex should have happened WAY earlier in the story, but they just kept TALKING and Remus started being all angsty and I could not resist tormenting the woobie for a while. It's a sickness. ;)

-and that Sirius is a huge romantic dork, but in a good, subtle way

Heeeeeeeee! Sirius is TOTALLY the big romantic dork. And I'm glad that it was subtle enough, because I worry. ;)

-and that I had to skip the scar description bit because I have issues

I will not lie. I am a scar-addict. I find the scars ridiculously sexy and it's a complete and total kink of mine. I do not know why, but it works for me and I indulge myself. ;)

-and the sex was all hot and sweet and awesome.

Now THAT is definitely insightful. Heeeeeeeee! *g* Thank you again, doodle!

[vertrauen]

This was beautiful Annie dearest. I fell in love with Sirius' constant nostalgia... not being able to seperate the past from the present...

and Remus. Liek woah.

Thanks Annie! ::blows kisses::

[anniesj]

Awwww, thank you, doodle! :) I think I have a tendency to portray Sirius as a tad more fucked-up than he is in the books, just because I refuse to believe that after 12 years in Azkaban, he's not a LITTLE crazy. Plus, angst. Me like the angst. :)