the plot bunnies, they bite!!
Ok, this is entirely
lady_lyca's fault! To sum up, when I'm struck with crack!fic ideas, they refuse to let me do anything else with my day until the plot bunnies have been satisfied. See the comments of my last entry for clarification, if you feel so inclined. Thank the Force I got this out in a drabble, and that it didn't pour over into a longer fic. My whole night would've been shot!!
And now, on to the fic which made me giggle nonstop while writing it. And why? Because I can, and also because the doctors say if I am even half-serious for more than half an hour my brain will go "fizzle! whpt! ferklumpt." So here we go. Blatant Remus/Sirius and much silliness ahead. Ye be warned...
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The first time he’d done it with Remus, it was both a mutual agreement that they’d never have a chance like this - away from prying eyes and the war - again, and partially a sudden wave of desire.
Sirius had admired the way Remus’s fingers clutched, intrigued by their dry warmth, so unlike his own sweaty hands. Remus’s face was one of determination, lust, and he gave as well as he got, knowing Sirius would not want it any other way.
Sirius, of course, finished first. “Go Fish!” he whooped, ducking as Remus swatted him with his remaining cards.
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Word count: exactly 100, baby. I. Rock. :P
So this drabble actually required a bit a research, since I couldn't decide who would know how to play Go Fish and who wouldn't. I decided that, coming from a pure-blood wizarding family, Sirius wouldn't know. So I looked up the Black Family Tree, and I discovered that...
...wait for it...
Both of Sirius's parents were Blacks.
*strums banjo* Haaahahahahahahaha!! Oh, pure-bloods are so delightfully inbred. XD
Anywho, time for Scrubs.
Also, it is 68 degress outside. In upstate NY. In March.
W. T. F.
lady_lyca's fault! To sum up, when I'm struck with crack!fic ideas, they refuse to let me do anything else with my day until the plot bunnies have been satisfied. See the comments of my last entry for clarification, if you feel so inclined. Thank the Force I got this out in a drabble, and that it didn't pour over into a longer fic. My whole night would've been shot!!
And now, on to the fic which made me giggle nonstop while writing it. And why? Because I can, and also because the doctors say if I am even half-serious for more than half an hour my brain will go "fizzle! whpt! ferklumpt." So here we go. Blatant Remus/Sirius and much silliness ahead. Ye be warned...
~*~
The first time he’d done it with Remus, it was both a mutual agreement that they’d never have a chance like this - away from prying eyes and the war - again, and partially a sudden wave of desire.
Sirius had admired the way Remus’s fingers clutched, intrigued by their dry warmth, so unlike his own sweaty hands. Remus’s face was one of determination, lust, and he gave as well as he got, knowing Sirius would not want it any other way.
Sirius, of course, finished first. “Go Fish!” he whooped, ducking as Remus swatted him with his remaining cards.
~*~
Word count: exactly 100, baby. I. Rock. :P
So this drabble actually required a bit a research, since I couldn't decide who would know how to play Go Fish and who wouldn't. I decided that, coming from a pure-blood wizarding family, Sirius wouldn't know. So I looked up the Black Family Tree, and I discovered that...
...wait for it...
Both of Sirius's parents were Blacks.
*strums banjo* Haaahahahahahahaha!! Oh, pure-bloods are so delightfully inbred. XD
Anywho, time for Scrubs.
Also, it is 68 degress outside. In upstate NY. In March.
W. T. F.