Fic - R/S - They Condemn What They Do Not Understand - R - For M/P LDWS
Title: They Condemn What They Do Not Understand
Prompt: Genre/cliché: Caught out! - Someone discovers the boys' relationship. Word prompt: Oblivious. Team: Padfoot.
Fandom: Harry Potter
Characters/Pairing: Remus/Sirius
Summary: Remus and Sirius are less than discreet one night in Grimmauld Place.
Rating: R
Contains: Language, Angst
Word Count: Exactly 250
Notes: Written for the first week of mp_ldws, second round. I was on team Padfoot last week and this won favourite drabble written from Sirius's POV! Hurrah!
It took an entire afternoon of Sirius’s muttering and general drunken nastiness, but it happened. Remus snapped. He grabbed Sirius’s wrists in one large, scarred hand, pinning him to the wall of the library in Grimmauld Place with his hips and his glare. ‘Don’t,’ he growled, baring his teeth, and Sirius could see that his eyes were dark and hard, the pupils blown wide. Remus loved a bit of power. ‘Don’t fucking push me any more, Sirius. I’m doing everything I can.’
Sirius’s heart thumped in his chest as he looked at Remus, taking in his clenched jaw, the vein in his temple that ticked. ‘It’s not enough,’ he murmured cruelly, wanting a reaction, wanting to feel. Remus bit down on his neck and his blood sang.
‘It’s all you’ve got,’ Remus snarled into Sirius’s ear, shoving Sirius back into the wall, his head slamming into it. He hissed and closed his eyes, gritting his teeth. Yes. Remus surged forwards and pushed his lips against Sirius’s, kissing him with a violent energy born out of years of frustration and anger and loving someone so much it ached.
‘Lupin!’ a voice snapped, followed by the sound of someone coming into the library. ‘Lupin, where are you? I haven’t got all--’ Sirius shoved Remus - stupid, oblivious, perfect Remus - back. Snape trailed off at the sight of the two of them; chests heaving, lips swollen, the angry red bite mark on Sirius’s neck, and raised one eyebrow. He licked his lips. ‘Well, well.’
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Prompt: Genre/cliché: Caught out! - Someone discovers the boys' relationship. Word prompt: Oblivious. Team: Padfoot.
Fandom: Harry Potter
Characters/Pairing: Remus/Sirius
Summary: Remus and Sirius are less than discreet one night in Grimmauld Place.
Rating: R
Contains: Language, Angst
Word Count: Exactly 250
Notes: Written for the first week of mp_ldws, second round. I was on team Padfoot last week and this won favourite drabble written from Sirius's POV! Hurrah!
It took an entire afternoon of Sirius’s muttering and general drunken nastiness, but it happened. Remus snapped. He grabbed Sirius’s wrists in one large, scarred hand, pinning him to the wall of the library in Grimmauld Place with his hips and his glare. ‘Don’t,’ he growled, baring his teeth, and Sirius could see that his eyes were dark and hard, the pupils blown wide. Remus loved a bit of power. ‘Don’t fucking push me any more, Sirius. I’m doing everything I can.’
Sirius’s heart thumped in his chest as he looked at Remus, taking in his clenched jaw, the vein in his temple that ticked. ‘It’s not enough,’ he murmured cruelly, wanting a reaction, wanting to feel. Remus bit down on his neck and his blood sang.
‘It’s all you’ve got,’ Remus snarled into Sirius’s ear, shoving Sirius back into the wall, his head slamming into it. He hissed and closed his eyes, gritting his teeth. Yes. Remus surged forwards and pushed his lips against Sirius’s, kissing him with a violent energy born out of years of frustration and anger and loving someone so much it ached.
‘Lupin!’ a voice snapped, followed by the sound of someone coming into the library. ‘Lupin, where are you? I haven’t got all--’ Sirius shoved Remus - stupid, oblivious, perfect Remus - back. Snape trailed off at the sight of the two of them; chests heaving, lips swollen, the angry red bite mark on Sirius’s neck, and raised one eyebrow. He licked his lips. ‘Well, well.’
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