A Couple of Drabbles and Plea for LJ Help
The first of these, I thought I had posted here, but apparently not. The second is a new one. Just a couple of drabbles in my attempt to quit the waffling that seems to happen in my fics these days.
Both are Remus/Sirius slash so ignore the links if you don't like the pairing. Both drabbles are PG at the very most. Both originally posted on sirius_remus100
Next - plea for help here - why is it every time I try to center something in an entry it screws up my cuts? It didn't used to do this but for some reason it is every time I try to post and getting very annoying...particularly because I used centered -o-xXx-o- for my scene breaks.
Title: Bottled It
Prompt: Bottle
Rating: PG
Word Count: 100
Pairing: Remus/Sirius
Disclaimer: I own nothing that you recognise and make no money from this.
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Sirius watched Remus take a long swallow from his bottle of butterbeer. He savoured every second he could watch without the other boy noticing.
“Padfoot, you’re drooling again,” James commented.
Sirius gave him a two-fingered salute.
Remus placed the bottle on the grass and leaned back against the Willow tree. His attention was on Peter, currently doing a wickedly funny impersonation of Flitwick.
Sirius took the opportunity to grab Remus’ bottle.
He ignored James’ smirk as he brought the bottle to his own lips and took a drink.
“Did you tell him yet?” James whispered.
“Bottled it,” Sirius replied.
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Title: Without Words
Prompt: Language
Rating: PG
Word Count: 100
Pairing: Remus/Sirius
Disclaimer: I own nothing that you recognise and make no money from this.
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Sirius arrived in the common room after detention and caught Remus’s eye. Missed you.
Remus ran his quill along his lips and raised a single eyebrow. Want to kiss you.
Sirius smiled and continued on his way towards the dorms. I’ll be waiting upstairs.
Remus followed.
Sirius was sitting on Remus’s bed. It’s been a bad day. I need your comfort.
Remus kissed Sirius softly. Love you.
Sirius clung to him desperately. Love you too.
Remus stroked his back. I’m here now. It’s all right.
Every look, every touch, every kiss, was their own private language, silent to everyone else.
Both are Remus/Sirius slash so ignore the links if you don't like the pairing. Both drabbles are PG at the very most. Both originally posted on sirius_remus100
Next - plea for help here - why is it every time I try to center something in an entry it screws up my cuts? It didn't used to do this but for some reason it is every time I try to post and getting very annoying...particularly because I used centered -o-xXx-o- for my scene breaks.
Title: Bottled It
Prompt: Bottle
Rating: PG
Word Count: 100
Pairing: Remus/Sirius
Disclaimer: I own nothing that you recognise and make no money from this.
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Sirius watched Remus take a long swallow from his bottle of butterbeer. He savoured every second he could watch without the other boy noticing.
“Padfoot, you’re drooling again,” James commented.
Sirius gave him a two-fingered salute.
Remus placed the bottle on the grass and leaned back against the Willow tree. His attention was on Peter, currently doing a wickedly funny impersonation of Flitwick.
Sirius took the opportunity to grab Remus’ bottle.
He ignored James’ smirk as he brought the bottle to his own lips and took a drink.
“Did you tell him yet?” James whispered.
“Bottled it,” Sirius replied.
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Title: Without Words
Prompt: Language
Rating: PG
Word Count: 100
Pairing: Remus/Sirius
Disclaimer: I own nothing that you recognise and make no money from this.
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Sirius arrived in the common room after detention and caught Remus’s eye. Missed you.
Remus ran his quill along his lips and raised a single eyebrow. Want to kiss you.
Sirius smiled and continued on his way towards the dorms. I’ll be waiting upstairs.
Remus followed.
Sirius was sitting on Remus’s bed. It’s been a bad day. I need your comfort.
Remus kissed Sirius softly. Love you.
Sirius clung to him desperately. Love you too.
Remus stroked his back. I’m here now. It’s all right.
Every look, every touch, every kiss, was their own private language, silent to everyone else.