REMUS/SIRIUS LOVE POST

[imochan]

HAI GAIS.  Okay, so yeats and I are having a fucking amazingface, pathetichead conversation right now that could have happened about 5 years ago, back when Remus/Sirius fandom was experiencing a bit of a "heyday", and everything was still relatively hunky-dory, and like, stuff was still REALLY ANGSTY AND SHIT but at least NOBODY WAS DEAD OR STRAIGHT YET

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[imochan]

DRABBLE PROMPT 4:

[secretsolitaire]

LOL, where did you even find this??

[imochan]

on ffffound!

I figure if you just keep clicking through, eventually you'll find a picture of a boy holding gigantic sticks up to his head to look like a stag.

[imochan]

IKR. BECAUSE I MEAN. BOY WITH STICKS ON HEAD.

[mustntgetmy]

Whoa, so I have not written R/S in over a year. And I didn't even end up posting that fic so...yeah, it's been awhile is what I'm getting at here.

Sirius rubbed his bruised forearm, thinking about how it had been such an awfully stupid idea to play keep-away with James’s glasses. He’d gotten only a few yards with his prize when James tackled him with excessive force, rolling him into a patch of dry grass, saying, “Git!” and giving him a punch for good measure. Normally, he wouldn’t have been such a prat about it, but the boredom had been settling on them both for days.

It was a mercy that September first was tomorrow because all manner of other boredom relieving things were creeping in upon Sirius and they were all the kinds of ideas that would make Remus furrow his eyebrows so there was a pinch of skin between them. His whole face would gradually acquire a pinched look from the eyebrows down, though he never said anything about Sirius’s ideas. Not that he needed to say anything.

Sirius admired his bruise, thinking about how it’d be hidden under his robes tomorrow when he sat in the Great Hall, probably next to James, who’d have Peter across from him. Remus, lightly tanned from the summer, pretending to listen to Filch’s ramblings, might glance over at Sirius once or twice in that slow secretive way and Sirius might have to yank James’s glasses off his nose to stem the slightly aching feeling inside of him. Or he might not.

[werewolfsfan]

I love how you've captured not only the boyishness and the marauder dynamic here but my heart too!

[mustntgetmy]

Aw, thank you! *blush*

[imochan]

!!!!!!!!!!!! Ahahahah that is totally the kind of thing I was thinking of when I saw this -- I love the wistfulness embedded deep inside. <3

[mustntgetmy]

Thank you :)

I was originally going to do the third prompt, but then I saw this and...boy with giant stick antlers? I simply can't refuse that siren call. Thanks for putting it up!

[spacefragments]

ahhh this is so boyishly adorable.

[mustntgetmy]

Thank you!

[crooked]

this is just perfectly boyish, and i LOVE it! ♥

[mustntgetmy]

Thank you :)

[secretsolitaire]

♥♥ That's all.

[mustntgetmy]

That says it all. Thank you!