Fic: Give Us A Smile [Remus/Sirius]
I felt 'specially Harry Potter-isk today. It was all that being aggressive with KSU's admission's desk clerk people. Let me tell you, I was aggressive like a FOX! Given, I mean a dead fox with all it's claws cut off and shot full of the fix equivalent to valium but a fox none the less.
Mix this with one of my random writing moods (I don't know how they start and I don't care - I love them) and you get the following fic.
I also wrote two pages of a Lando/Luke and seven for a Ani/Obi and a short Han/Luke. It was freaking amazing. It was like my plot bunnies were on crack.
Author: Stephanie
Title: Give Us A Smile (Very Dickinson of me, I might add)
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Sirius/Remus, James/Lily one-sided
Rating: PG
Summary: James doesn't get it. No, he REALLY doesn't. It seemed to him that Sirius and Remus were having some kind of stare off, and suddenly Peter looked like he'd been let in on some great secret but James was still lost, looking between his two best friends and wondering what was happening and why he hadn't been informed.
“Give us a smile.”
Sirius backed his words with the biggest grin he could manage. If you were into the gossip networks - which James most certainly wasn’t because how weird would it be to listen to girls giggle in hallways hoping to catch a word about a certain red head and he was not nearly that desperate - you would know that Sirius had recently been voted ‘sexy smile’ among the female population. The smile he was using now, however, looked more forced than anything. It stretched his lips across his face, baring his all his teeth in what looked like a very painful manner. If James had been on the receiving end of that smile he would have rolled his eyes before punching Sirius on the shoulder. It looked like the type of smile that needed to be beaten off someone’s face.
Remus didn’t move.
“Stop that,” James whispered, maybe a little to loudly. Subtle wasn’t his specialty. He stepped on Sirius toes, causing the boy to swallow the smile and push James away. The sixth year glowered at his best friend for a while before turned back to Remus, the look fading away into concern.
“Come on, Moony, it wasn’t that bad.”
James had a feeling that it was that bad, but Remus didn’t say anything to disagree. The boy kept staring straight ahead at the book in his lap, ignoring Sirius and James as he had been doing for the last twenty minutes.
That page head yet to be turned.
At the foot of the bed, Peter was sitting, almost knee to knee with Remus, watching the other boy very carefully for some sign of life. James rolled his eyes as the cubby blond gently prodded at Remus with a hand. As if Remus, who hadn’t reacted to James of Sirius was going to finally just break down and tell Peter, of all people, what was wrong.
“Stop that,” James repeated, slapping Peter’s hand away. “He doesn’t want to be annoyed right now.” Though really Peter was just annoying him. The boy looked up at James with those big, round eyes always so full of worship for him, and that was why he got kept around most of the time. Only this time Peter looked… Older. Almost like he was annoyed or angry with James. The same look Remus had worn before he’d stopped talking. Still, Peter pulled his hand away.
Then the reaction they’d been waiting for.
The book slammed shut. James, who had not been paying close attention, jumped. Even Sirius who hadn’t taken his eyes off Remus looked surprised by the sudden movement.
“Don’t tell him what to do,” Remus told James curtly. James nodded, because he couldn’t think of much else to do. “He is not your pet, he is a human being and you can’t boss people around like that. No wonder Lily can’t stand you.”
James could feel his face turning red.
Lily Evans, one girl wonder. Best charm student, best prefect, best everything. Soft red hair, violent green eyes. Perfect. Best. Wonderful. Voted ‘Most Likely To Succeed’ by a great number of Hogwart’s girls. It was all James could do not to sigh when he heard her name.
“Yeah well,” James muttered under his breath, looking away from Remus.
Sirius was smiling. James shot him a look. His friend, his bets friend in the whole entire world who he trusted more than anything else, was laughing at him.
Not that this was anything new.
Remus didn’t appreciate this. “You too, Black.”
Sirius’s face went hard. It was bad when Remus was resorting to his family name. Not something Sirius liked to be connected with. Not like his brother, Regulus, who practically wore a badge with his entire family tree, stomped on it for the entire world to see. Remus knew this. They all knew this. Everyone in the entire school knew this.
Remus’s irises looked more black then brown in the light, shining out from his narrowed eyes. It was a look all to familiar, though James couldn’t place it. Not on Remus’s human face anyway.
The word danger would not stop flashing through his mind.
“Both of you, I am so sick of how you treat Peter.”
“Wait a min-“
“We don’t-“
“Like some sort of child! And, Snape. Yes, I know you don’t like him,” He snapped before James even had a chance. “But if I have to see his underwear one last time.”
From the corner of his eye James saw Sirius bite his lip to keep from laughing.
“And those poor second years. What you did to them today. Inexcusable. You two treat everyone like… like they’re nothing more than game pieces! Like they don’t have any feelings or memories or souls and that your torture of them is just going to fade away.” Remus shut his eyes tight, taking in a deep breath and releasing it slowly. His shoulders sagged as he did so, and as a result the other three marauders relaxed as well. Vicarious breathing exercises. “Especially girls,” Remus added, in a voice so hoarse James couldn’t be sure what he said. Wouldn’t have been if Sirius hadn’t repeated it.
“Girls?” Sirius asked, looking at Remus. Giving him a questioning look. Or understanding. Something odd.
“Wait a minute,” James said, choosing to ignore the studying of Remus Sirius was doing. He didn’t need to study. The studying had gone on for sixth years, there was nothing new to learn and Remus couldn’t be allowed to act so shocked by their behavior. It wasn’t the first time. They’d all pulled stunts like this bedore. “It’s not like we do all that stuff alone. You’re right there with us!” James reminded his friend.
“In the back,” Peter pointed out. “You and Sirius are the masterminds.” James glared at him. Now was not the time to grow a spine. He half expected to be yelled at again, but Remus was otherwise distracted.
“What do you mean how we treat girls?”
Remus wrapped his arms around his legs, bringing them to his chest. He was too thin, James noted. All the food in the world couldn’t have kept up with Remus. He used too much energy around that time of the month, and it left him drained at all other times. Too thin and too pale and curled up like that with the candle light making his eyes look watery and his face look worn James found himself what had happened to his friend? Who had taken Remus and replace him with a fragile, beaten child?
“Like toys,” Remus sounded like he was trying to make his voice tough and it worked. Except for the slight tremble underneath. James was surprised he’d caught it, wondered if everyone else had.
Peter moved closer to Remus, like a brothers trying to comfort one another.
“You flirt and flirt and,” Remus trailed off, but didn’t pull his eyes away from Sirius. James looked between his friends. Remus looked like he was saying something profound without actually speaking, and for once in his life Sirius looked like he was listening.
“I don’t,” Sirius claimed, and he wasn’t looking away either at this point. He moved a hand to cover Remus’s knee. Should James be doing something now? He wasn’t even sure what was going on. “I just... It’s not like that.”
“That’s what it looks like,” Remus counted. James had to concede.
Sirius had been voted this year’s biggest flirt. Again. For the third year running.
James furrowed his brow, taking off his glasses to clean them like that would make the picture clearer. He slid them back on and found Sirius and Remus still stuck in some kind of staring contest and nothing making any more sense than it had moments before.
“Maybe,” Sirius muttered, finally looking away from Remus. Towards the ground. “Maybe I’m just…”
James looked at Peter. Maybe he was just as confused as he was. Hell, Peter was always confused and at least James wouldn’t have to be clueless alone.
Only he was. Alone, that is. And clueless.
Peter’s eyes were wide. His lips parted in the ‘O’ shape of understanding. He looked like someone who had just had an idea come to them. A revelation.
James squinted his eyes and looked back to Remus and Sirius. Still nothing.
Sirius took a deep breath that moved his whole body. He lowered himself on the bed, hand remaining on the other boy’s knee as he scooted close. Now Remus was looking away, staring at his closed book.
“I just remember,” Peter’s squeaky voice caught all three boy’s attention. Peter was sliding off the bed, reaching out for James. James tried to say something as the blond gave a tug at his robe but was promptly hushed by Peter. “I’m suppose to meet Lily.”
James nearly leapt in the air. “Lily!” Something about that name had him following along when Peter wrapped his pudgy hand around James’ wrist and began pulling him out of the room.
“Study session,” Peter stuttered as he hurried the two out of the dorms. “Can’t be late.”
James opened his mouth, half turned as he dragged from the room to tell Sirius goodbye. Sirius wasn’t paying him any attention, however. His sole focus was on Remus, who was returning the favor.
James felt his face screw up in confusion as the door closed behind him, cutting off the scene. He just knew he was missing something.
Mix this with one of my random writing moods (I don't know how they start and I don't care - I love them) and you get the following fic.
I also wrote two pages of a Lando/Luke and seven for a Ani/Obi and a short Han/Luke. It was freaking amazing. It was like my plot bunnies were on crack.
Author: Stephanie
Title: Give Us A Smile (Very Dickinson of me, I might add)
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Sirius/Remus, James/Lily one-sided
Rating: PG
Summary: James doesn't get it. No, he REALLY doesn't. It seemed to him that Sirius and Remus were having some kind of stare off, and suddenly Peter looked like he'd been let in on some great secret but James was still lost, looking between his two best friends and wondering what was happening and why he hadn't been informed.
“Give us a smile.”
Sirius backed his words with the biggest grin he could manage. If you were into the gossip networks - which James most certainly wasn’t because how weird would it be to listen to girls giggle in hallways hoping to catch a word about a certain red head and he was not nearly that desperate - you would know that Sirius had recently been voted ‘sexy smile’ among the female population. The smile he was using now, however, looked more forced than anything. It stretched his lips across his face, baring his all his teeth in what looked like a very painful manner. If James had been on the receiving end of that smile he would have rolled his eyes before punching Sirius on the shoulder. It looked like the type of smile that needed to be beaten off someone’s face.
Remus didn’t move.
“Stop that,” James whispered, maybe a little to loudly. Subtle wasn’t his specialty. He stepped on Sirius toes, causing the boy to swallow the smile and push James away. The sixth year glowered at his best friend for a while before turned back to Remus, the look fading away into concern.
“Come on, Moony, it wasn’t that bad.”
James had a feeling that it was that bad, but Remus didn’t say anything to disagree. The boy kept staring straight ahead at the book in his lap, ignoring Sirius and James as he had been doing for the last twenty minutes.
That page head yet to be turned.
At the foot of the bed, Peter was sitting, almost knee to knee with Remus, watching the other boy very carefully for some sign of life. James rolled his eyes as the cubby blond gently prodded at Remus with a hand. As if Remus, who hadn’t reacted to James of Sirius was going to finally just break down and tell Peter, of all people, what was wrong.
“Stop that,” James repeated, slapping Peter’s hand away. “He doesn’t want to be annoyed right now.” Though really Peter was just annoying him. The boy looked up at James with those big, round eyes always so full of worship for him, and that was why he got kept around most of the time. Only this time Peter looked… Older. Almost like he was annoyed or angry with James. The same look Remus had worn before he’d stopped talking. Still, Peter pulled his hand away.
Then the reaction they’d been waiting for.
The book slammed shut. James, who had not been paying close attention, jumped. Even Sirius who hadn’t taken his eyes off Remus looked surprised by the sudden movement.
“Don’t tell him what to do,” Remus told James curtly. James nodded, because he couldn’t think of much else to do. “He is not your pet, he is a human being and you can’t boss people around like that. No wonder Lily can’t stand you.”
James could feel his face turning red.
Lily Evans, one girl wonder. Best charm student, best prefect, best everything. Soft red hair, violent green eyes. Perfect. Best. Wonderful. Voted ‘Most Likely To Succeed’ by a great number of Hogwart’s girls. It was all James could do not to sigh when he heard her name.
“Yeah well,” James muttered under his breath, looking away from Remus.
Sirius was smiling. James shot him a look. His friend, his bets friend in the whole entire world who he trusted more than anything else, was laughing at him.
Not that this was anything new.
Remus didn’t appreciate this. “You too, Black.”
Sirius’s face went hard. It was bad when Remus was resorting to his family name. Not something Sirius liked to be connected with. Not like his brother, Regulus, who practically wore a badge with his entire family tree, stomped on it for the entire world to see. Remus knew this. They all knew this. Everyone in the entire school knew this.
Remus’s irises looked more black then brown in the light, shining out from his narrowed eyes. It was a look all to familiar, though James couldn’t place it. Not on Remus’s human face anyway.
The word danger would not stop flashing through his mind.
“Both of you, I am so sick of how you treat Peter.”
“Wait a min-“
“We don’t-“
“Like some sort of child! And, Snape. Yes, I know you don’t like him,” He snapped before James even had a chance. “But if I have to see his underwear one last time.”
From the corner of his eye James saw Sirius bite his lip to keep from laughing.
“And those poor second years. What you did to them today. Inexcusable. You two treat everyone like… like they’re nothing more than game pieces! Like they don’t have any feelings or memories or souls and that your torture of them is just going to fade away.” Remus shut his eyes tight, taking in a deep breath and releasing it slowly. His shoulders sagged as he did so, and as a result the other three marauders relaxed as well. Vicarious breathing exercises. “Especially girls,” Remus added, in a voice so hoarse James couldn’t be sure what he said. Wouldn’t have been if Sirius hadn’t repeated it.
“Girls?” Sirius asked, looking at Remus. Giving him a questioning look. Or understanding. Something odd.
“Wait a minute,” James said, choosing to ignore the studying of Remus Sirius was doing. He didn’t need to study. The studying had gone on for sixth years, there was nothing new to learn and Remus couldn’t be allowed to act so shocked by their behavior. It wasn’t the first time. They’d all pulled stunts like this bedore. “It’s not like we do all that stuff alone. You’re right there with us!” James reminded his friend.
“In the back,” Peter pointed out. “You and Sirius are the masterminds.” James glared at him. Now was not the time to grow a spine. He half expected to be yelled at again, but Remus was otherwise distracted.
“What do you mean how we treat girls?”
Remus wrapped his arms around his legs, bringing them to his chest. He was too thin, James noted. All the food in the world couldn’t have kept up with Remus. He used too much energy around that time of the month, and it left him drained at all other times. Too thin and too pale and curled up like that with the candle light making his eyes look watery and his face look worn James found himself what had happened to his friend? Who had taken Remus and replace him with a fragile, beaten child?
“Like toys,” Remus sounded like he was trying to make his voice tough and it worked. Except for the slight tremble underneath. James was surprised he’d caught it, wondered if everyone else had.
Peter moved closer to Remus, like a brothers trying to comfort one another.
“You flirt and flirt and,” Remus trailed off, but didn’t pull his eyes away from Sirius. James looked between his friends. Remus looked like he was saying something profound without actually speaking, and for once in his life Sirius looked like he was listening.
“I don’t,” Sirius claimed, and he wasn’t looking away either at this point. He moved a hand to cover Remus’s knee. Should James be doing something now? He wasn’t even sure what was going on. “I just... It’s not like that.”
“That’s what it looks like,” Remus counted. James had to concede.
Sirius had been voted this year’s biggest flirt. Again. For the third year running.
James furrowed his brow, taking off his glasses to clean them like that would make the picture clearer. He slid them back on and found Sirius and Remus still stuck in some kind of staring contest and nothing making any more sense than it had moments before.
“Maybe,” Sirius muttered, finally looking away from Remus. Towards the ground. “Maybe I’m just…”
James looked at Peter. Maybe he was just as confused as he was. Hell, Peter was always confused and at least James wouldn’t have to be clueless alone.
Only he was. Alone, that is. And clueless.
Peter’s eyes were wide. His lips parted in the ‘O’ shape of understanding. He looked like someone who had just had an idea come to them. A revelation.
James squinted his eyes and looked back to Remus and Sirius. Still nothing.
Sirius took a deep breath that moved his whole body. He lowered himself on the bed, hand remaining on the other boy’s knee as he scooted close. Now Remus was looking away, staring at his closed book.
“I just remember,” Peter’s squeaky voice caught all three boy’s attention. Peter was sliding off the bed, reaching out for James. James tried to say something as the blond gave a tug at his robe but was promptly hushed by Peter. “I’m suppose to meet Lily.”
James nearly leapt in the air. “Lily!” Something about that name had him following along when Peter wrapped his pudgy hand around James’ wrist and began pulling him out of the room.
“Study session,” Peter stuttered as he hurried the two out of the dorms. “Can’t be late.”
James opened his mouth, half turned as he dragged from the room to tell Sirius goodbye. Sirius wasn’t paying him any attention, however. His sole focus was on Remus, who was returning the favor.
James felt his face screw up in confusion as the door closed behind him, cutting off the scene. He just knew he was missing something.