Remus/Sirius Kink Meme
As promised in this post (which no one read, lol) I am opening this journal up to an anonymous kink meme. This has nothing to do with my birthday, it just happens to be the most convenient weekend for me for awhile. So, this kink meme will run from now until 10pm January 17th, at which I will turn IP logging back on.
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“Raid Filch’s office? What, you still want to rescue that Hair-Eating Quill he confiscated off you in first year?” Remus raised an eyebrow.
“He didn’t take it off me!” James protested. “I used to leave it on a table in the library and wait for someone-preferably someone who hunches over their essays-to use it.”
Sirius smiled fondly. “Remember the time Narcissa picked it up? And she sits so straight while writing that we thought it wouldn’t work, but then she scratched her head?”
James grinned. “She screamed like a bloody banshee.” He sighed nostalgically. “You think Filch still has it?”
“We should check. But no, Remus, that’s not what we want from Filch’s office.”
“Peter’s old Self-Wrapping Scarf?” Remus ventured.
Sirius shuddered. “Ugh, no. That thing was terrifyingly affectionate.”
Remus raised an eyebrow at James. “The only other thing he wouldn’t have destroyed on the spot is that pair of your boxers you charmed to lurk on the ceiling and drop on people’s heads.”
“They touched Snivellus, do you really think I’d want them back?”
“What do you want with Filch’s office, then?”
James grinned. “Well, you know how he’s always complaining that his manacles never see any use?”
“You are not-”
“So we thought we ought to help him out,” Sirius added.
“No. Those things are like his children,” protested Remus. “He’ll notice they were disturbed, he’ll know the Marauders are the only ones insane enough to have done it, and he will make us pay.”
They considered this for a moment.
“…Can I at least get my quill back?” James asked. “I want to see how much of Snivellus’s hair it can eat before it dies a horrible, greasy death.”
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TWO DAYS LATER, QUILL SAFELY RECOVERED:
Unfortunately for Remus, it appeared that smashing Sirius and James’s fantasies of raiding Filch’s bondage trove meant that he was now somehow obligated to agree to something equally exciting.
“Under the invisibility cloak in the Great Hall?”
“I assume you mean during dinner? That’s ridiculous, the cloak barely covers the three of us standing still.”
“The three of us and Peter!” James corrected.
“He turns into a rat and sits in your pocket, I hardly think his absence would have any impact on our ability to screw under the cloak without it riding up somewhere.”
“All right, I see your point.” James sighed. “McGonagall’s desk?”
Sirius shook his head. “She’ll smell it the instant she turns into a cat. How about in the common room, middle of the night?”
“Too risky,” Remus replied. “We can’t be the only ones who are ever out of bed after curfew.”
“In bed, then,” said James.
“I thought the goal of this was-”
“With both of us fucking you at once,” he finished.
“What?”
“You heard me. Both of our pricks in your arse at the same time.”
“That would never work!”
“It would. Want to try?” James leered.
“No. Absolutely not.”
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XD I'm kinda sad Remus killed the manacle idea. But I'm looking forward to the DP as well. ;)
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