First Batch of Drabbles
I really should try to do a bit of work today...But, oh, I love my f-list for their pairing choices.
I don’t really do 100-word drabbles, so yes, these are all longer than that and therefore not technically drabbles.
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For remeciel, request: R/S
Rated PG
I’m feeling entirely too romantic.
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“Padfoot, budge over,” Remus said, shoving Sirius in the ribs. He moaned, sound asleep.
“You’re just insufferable sometimes,” Remus sighed to himself, wiggling to try to gain a few centimeters more of bed space, which he knew was useless. Sirius slept like the dead and there was no moving him once he was out.
He brushed a lock of black hair off of Sirius’s forehead, leaned down and kissed the newly revealed patch of skin, letting his lips linger while he breathed in the scents that defined Sirius: smoky from the cigarette he had hours earlier, sweaty from the groping that had just taken place, sugary from the bit of frosting smeared in his hair that came from the cake they had fed one another, and about a million others that Remus would never be able to pinpoint.
He inhaled once more, then settled in to curl around Sirius before sleep took hold of him for the night.
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For glass_icarus, request: R/S, sleeves with thumbholes in them
Rated G
Oops, we got a little bit Brokeback here. :/
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Remus didn’t understand why Sirius insisted on wearing that shirt. It was faded and worn. It never had been a nice shirt; it was a maroon long sleeved t-shirt of no consequence that should’ve been thrown into the bin ages ago.
The most infuriating thing was the holes by the cuff of the shirt out of which Sirius would poke his perfect thumbs, one on each sleeve so that it looked as if he had those silly fingerless gloves on if you glanced quickly. Not that Remus ever glanced quickly at any part of Sirius. No, he let his eyes pore over the other boy, drinking in every single millimeter, unable to tear his eyes away, just like right now. His gaze was locked across the table at those beautiful fingers and thumbs sticking out from the frayed fabric twirling the end of a quill between them.
“Moony? You alright?” Remus heard Sirius ask.
He looked into the boy’s face. “Yeah, ‘m alright. Just, uh, stuck on this question. Lost in thought, all that.”
“Okay.”
Remus paused. “Why do you wear that shirt all the time, Pads?”
Sirius bit his lip and Remus was sure he saw a faint blush on his cheeks. “I just like it ‘s’all,” he muttered. He didn’t mention what Remus obviously had forgot: the shirt used to belong to him.
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For shaggydogstail, request: R/S, beginner's guide to canine obedience
Rated PG-13
Bitch. :D
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“Sirius, Padfoot really needs to learn some manners,” James said. “He doesn’t even know how to sit properly! Honestly, you’ve some brains yourself, you’d think some of it would’ve rubbed off on the dog.”
“I’ll teach him,” Remus said, a bit too eagerly. “Come on. Let’s go out on the grounds.”
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“Okay, Sirius, you need to transform,” Remus said.
“This is so humiliating,” Sirius said. “It’s not my fault if the dog doesn’t behave! Okay, it is, but he just wants to have some fun. None of this ‘Padfoot, sit. Padfoot, lie down’ nonsense.” Moments later a giant black dog was standing where Sirius had been.
“Alright now, Padfoot. Sit,” Remus commanded, moving his hand in a swishing motion.
Padfoot sat.
“Good boy!” Remus said, patting him on the head. “Okay, now lay down.” He motioned towards the ground.
Padfoot lay down.
“Good boy!” Remus said, lying down on the ground facing the dog. “Now, here’s a tricky one. Roll over.” He motioned once more, towards himself.
Padfoot rolled over right into Remus’s arms. “Such a good dog!” Remus said, rubbing the fur on his neck. “Do you want your treat now?”
The dog’s tongue lolled out the side of his mouth and he panted, then transformed back into his human form. “Now, what about that treat?” Sirius asked, raising his eyebrows.
“Lie there like a good boy and I’ll show you,” Remus said, sliding his body down Sirius’s.
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For fleshdress, request: Regulus/Lily, Shakespeare
Rated R
Implied other pairings
Very, very vague references to Richard II and Romeo and Juliet
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“What would my brother say if he could see you tucked away in this broom cupboard with me?” Regulus asked.
“Shut…up…and…fuck…me,” Lily moaned.
Regulus thrust harder until Lily’s body went limp from exertion. She pushed him off, pulling her underwear back up.
“Funny how we ended up here, isn’t it, my Black Prince?” Lily said with a smirk. Regulus glowered at her.
“Both of us thinking of the same boy as we fuck. The boy neither of us can have,” she continued. “He wouldn’t want you anyway and it’s me he can’t have.”
“You’re wrong on two counts, my fair Red Rose,” Regulus said as his hand touched the doorknob. “I’ve already had Sirius.”
Lily didn’t take the bait. “Then we’ve something else in common,” she said, pausing only for a moment to catch the glimmer of annoyance in the gray eyes. “And the other thing?”
“It’s not Sirius I think about. It’s James.”
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More to come later! You can still put in a request here.
I don’t really do 100-word drabbles, so yes, these are all longer than that and therefore not technically drabbles.
~~~
For remeciel, request: R/S
Rated PG
I’m feeling entirely too romantic.
~
“Padfoot, budge over,” Remus said, shoving Sirius in the ribs. He moaned, sound asleep.
“You’re just insufferable sometimes,” Remus sighed to himself, wiggling to try to gain a few centimeters more of bed space, which he knew was useless. Sirius slept like the dead and there was no moving him once he was out.
He brushed a lock of black hair off of Sirius’s forehead, leaned down and kissed the newly revealed patch of skin, letting his lips linger while he breathed in the scents that defined Sirius: smoky from the cigarette he had hours earlier, sweaty from the groping that had just taken place, sugary from the bit of frosting smeared in his hair that came from the cake they had fed one another, and about a million others that Remus would never be able to pinpoint.
He inhaled once more, then settled in to curl around Sirius before sleep took hold of him for the night.
~~~
For glass_icarus, request: R/S, sleeves with thumbholes in them
Rated G
Oops, we got a little bit Brokeback here. :/
~
Remus didn’t understand why Sirius insisted on wearing that shirt. It was faded and worn. It never had been a nice shirt; it was a maroon long sleeved t-shirt of no consequence that should’ve been thrown into the bin ages ago.
The most infuriating thing was the holes by the cuff of the shirt out of which Sirius would poke his perfect thumbs, one on each sleeve so that it looked as if he had those silly fingerless gloves on if you glanced quickly. Not that Remus ever glanced quickly at any part of Sirius. No, he let his eyes pore over the other boy, drinking in every single millimeter, unable to tear his eyes away, just like right now. His gaze was locked across the table at those beautiful fingers and thumbs sticking out from the frayed fabric twirling the end of a quill between them.
“Moony? You alright?” Remus heard Sirius ask.
He looked into the boy’s face. “Yeah, ‘m alright. Just, uh, stuck on this question. Lost in thought, all that.”
“Okay.”
Remus paused. “Why do you wear that shirt all the time, Pads?”
Sirius bit his lip and Remus was sure he saw a faint blush on his cheeks. “I just like it ‘s’all,” he muttered. He didn’t mention what Remus obviously had forgot: the shirt used to belong to him.
~~~
For shaggydogstail, request: R/S, beginner's guide to canine obedience
Rated PG-13
Bitch. :D
~
“Sirius, Padfoot really needs to learn some manners,” James said. “He doesn’t even know how to sit properly! Honestly, you’ve some brains yourself, you’d think some of it would’ve rubbed off on the dog.”
“I’ll teach him,” Remus said, a bit too eagerly. “Come on. Let’s go out on the grounds.”
~
“Okay, Sirius, you need to transform,” Remus said.
“This is so humiliating,” Sirius said. “It’s not my fault if the dog doesn’t behave! Okay, it is, but he just wants to have some fun. None of this ‘Padfoot, sit. Padfoot, lie down’ nonsense.” Moments later a giant black dog was standing where Sirius had been.
“Alright now, Padfoot. Sit,” Remus commanded, moving his hand in a swishing motion.
Padfoot sat.
“Good boy!” Remus said, patting him on the head. “Okay, now lay down.” He motioned towards the ground.
Padfoot lay down.
“Good boy!” Remus said, lying down on the ground facing the dog. “Now, here’s a tricky one. Roll over.” He motioned once more, towards himself.
Padfoot rolled over right into Remus’s arms. “Such a good dog!” Remus said, rubbing the fur on his neck. “Do you want your treat now?”
The dog’s tongue lolled out the side of his mouth and he panted, then transformed back into his human form. “Now, what about that treat?” Sirius asked, raising his eyebrows.
“Lie there like a good boy and I’ll show you,” Remus said, sliding his body down Sirius’s.
~~~
For fleshdress, request: Regulus/Lily, Shakespeare
Rated R
Implied other pairings
Very, very vague references to Richard II and Romeo and Juliet
~
“What would my brother say if he could see you tucked away in this broom cupboard with me?” Regulus asked.
“Shut…up…and…fuck…me,” Lily moaned.
Regulus thrust harder until Lily’s body went limp from exertion. She pushed him off, pulling her underwear back up.
“Funny how we ended up here, isn’t it, my Black Prince?” Lily said with a smirk. Regulus glowered at her.
“Both of us thinking of the same boy as we fuck. The boy neither of us can have,” she continued. “He wouldn’t want you anyway and it’s me he can’t have.”
“You’re wrong on two counts, my fair Red Rose,” Regulus said as his hand touched the doorknob. “I’ve already had Sirius.”
Lily didn’t take the bait. “Then we’ve something else in common,” she said, pausing only for a moment to catch the glimmer of annoyance in the gray eyes. “And the other thing?”
“It’s not Sirius I think about. It’s James.”
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More to come later! You can still put in a request here.