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Ok, I decided to add more to this, though near the end it might not fit the porkish part so much... Is it still allowed here?
Title: Still the one
Author: mpreg_spirit
Part: 2/??
Pairing: Sirius/Harry
Rating: G (other parts will be NC17)
Summary: Through a late night conversation, Harry convinces his husband how much he still loves him, no matter how... corpulent, he gets...
Warnings: Slash. Mpreg. Fluff. Fatness. (future chapters will include food smut, explicit sex and naughty things done with brownies.)
Still The One... 2/?
Through the awkward silence between the friends, Sirius was aware of the looks his old school mate was giving him, and it wasn’t in the pleasant way he ogled his husband every so often. Over the past few years their relationship had become considerably cooler and now had gotten to the point where it had become as strained as the carrots covering baby Charles’ face. He knew James was just waiting for the opportunity to ridicule him about his weight like always.
“Not making an effort then?” James said quietly and Sirius looked up.
“What?”
“Your weight. You’re not making much of an effort with it.”
Bingo! Right on the sensitive bit. Like an elbow to the stomach. The fat fleshy one.
“I mean come on. You and I both know it. You’ve turned into a right porker.”
Scratch that. More like a kick to the groin. With high heeled shoes.
Sirius was saved the embarrassment of replying when his husband came through from the Potter’s kitchen, one of his younger siblings on his hip. God knows which one. God knows how many they even had by now.
“Dinner’s ready.” He looked directly at his father. “Mum says wash your hands before you come near the food.” James laughed and stood up, hurrying to the bathroom with Baby Charles. Sirius stood up and sighed.
“Don’t worry about anything he said.” Harry said quietly to him.
“How do you know he said anything?”
“Because he always does. He can’t keep his mouth shut.” Harry planted a kiss on his cheek, hoisted his sister up and proceeded up the stairs obviously to put her to bed, Sirius watching his arse from an excellent view. Sirius went into the kitchen once his husband had disappeared from view and saw his mother-in-law bustling around the kitchen. It amazed him, after giving birth, most recently three months ago at the most, somewhere around six times; she managed to still have the figure she had when she was sixteen.
She looked at him, surveying him top to bottom and then over again, her eyes swirling with a mix of disappointment and excitement.
“Ah Sirius! Sit down! I have something that might interest you.” He was pushed into a chair and a piece of parchment shoved under his nose.
“What is it?”
“It’s called Lepals. It’s brilliant. I lost three pounds like that.” She snapped her fingers.
Good grief! Did this family never stop? If one wasn’t mocking you, the other tried to make you starve yourself!
“I appreciate it Lily, but I don’t think that I should.” He put it down and she looked at him accusingly.
“What? You don’t trust me to try and help you?” She said angrily. “You don’t believe that I care about my son-in-law?”
“Give it up mother. You’re not putting Sirius on another of your fad diets.” Harry said, once again saving Sirius. An image of Harry dressed in a muggle superhero flashed across Sirius’s mind. He quickly shook it off.
“I don’t see why not.” She said as everybody sat down. “You could try it together. You look like you’re also a bit chunkier.” Harry stopped for a second, the knife he was cleaning in his napkin gripped tightly in his hand.
He then carried on like nothing had happened, but Sirius saw the added vigour he rubbed with. He slammed it on the table and Sirius just moved his hand out the way in time to stop it getting impaled.
Spotting the hand held protectively to his husband’s chest, Harry realized what he had done and his anger faded. He took Sirius’s hand, looking at the cut on the top and apologizing profusely. Sirius just smiled at him and clutched his hand in his own.
James watched this half-heartedly.
“So? When can we expect grandchildren?” He asked while looking at his wine glass, swirling it around.
“What?” Sirius asked, taken aback.
“Grandchildren. Or aren’t you two ever planning kids? You’ve been married what? Six years?”
“Four.”
“Right.”
“You know,” Lily said as she sat in her own place. “I read an article the other day that said your weight can affect your sex life.” Harry dropped his fork at this sentence and dived under the table to get it.
“So basically, we can’t expect any offspring from them anytime soon.” Both of them laughed and Harry scrambled up, banging his head on the table, only causing his parents to laugh even harder.
Once he managed to stand and straighten himself up, he picked up his ‘emergency bag’ (he refused to call it a purse or handbag, which amused Sirius to no end) and started towards the door.
“Where are you going?” Sirius asked him.
“You may want to stay here and be insulted, but I won’t put up with it. Not anymore.” He turned and walked out. Sirius looked for James, but he didn’t even make an effort to stop him, merely raised an eyebrow. Sirius shot him a glare, stood up himself and followed Harry.
“Hey.” Sirius said and Harry looked up. He hadn’t said a word since they’d gotten back; instead he’d gotten changed and sat on the window ledge in their bedroom staring straight ahead of him. “Budge up.”
He settled himself behind Harry, who still didn’t say anything. He sighed.
“Look Harry, I know you’re upset about your parents and all that…But you’re going to have to say something sometime.”
“I don’t want to do this anymore.”
“What? But I thought you liked snuggling.” He nuzzled Harry’s neck, making him wriggle.
“I hate it when they won’t leave you alone about your weight and complain about our marriage and then assume we have no sex life.”
“Me neither. Just because we don’t breed like rabbits, we suddenly have problems?”
“And your weight cause problems? You perform just fine to me. Better if anything.”
“Can you imagine what they’re going to say when they find out they’re getting a grandchild already, even after all they said.”
“I thought they’d noticed something already.”
“Well then I’ve missed it. You chunky? Yeah, and I’m Mr muscles.” Harry laughed but after a moment went silent and curled up again, hugging his knees.
I don’t want our baby being exposed to that.”
“Me?”
“Don’t be stupid. I mean them! I don’t want our baby around people who will no doubt take the mickey out of it at every turn.”
“Then we won’t anymore. The next time we get a letter inviting us to one of their stupid dinners, we’ll ignore it and hopefully, they’ll take a hint and leave us alone.”
“And if they don’t and they come here.”
“Don’t you stress. I’ll deal with them then, if that happens...”
_
Next chapter: Harry finds a way to cure Sirius of his midnight cake cravings, a very naughty way... (NC-17 will be posted on my LJ)
Part 1
Comment please.
Title: Still the one
Author: mpreg_spirit
Part: 2/??
Pairing: Sirius/Harry
Rating: G (other parts will be NC17)
Summary: Through a late night conversation, Harry convinces his husband how much he still loves him, no matter how... corpulent, he gets...
Warnings: Slash. Mpreg. Fluff. Fatness. (future chapters will include food smut, explicit sex and naughty things done with brownies.)
Still The One... 2/?
Through the awkward silence between the friends, Sirius was aware of the looks his old school mate was giving him, and it wasn’t in the pleasant way he ogled his husband every so often. Over the past few years their relationship had become considerably cooler and now had gotten to the point where it had become as strained as the carrots covering baby Charles’ face. He knew James was just waiting for the opportunity to ridicule him about his weight like always.
“Not making an effort then?” James said quietly and Sirius looked up.
“What?”
“Your weight. You’re not making much of an effort with it.”
Bingo! Right on the sensitive bit. Like an elbow to the stomach. The fat fleshy one.
“I mean come on. You and I both know it. You’ve turned into a right porker.”
Scratch that. More like a kick to the groin. With high heeled shoes.
Sirius was saved the embarrassment of replying when his husband came through from the Potter’s kitchen, one of his younger siblings on his hip. God knows which one. God knows how many they even had by now.
“Dinner’s ready.” He looked directly at his father. “Mum says wash your hands before you come near the food.” James laughed and stood up, hurrying to the bathroom with Baby Charles. Sirius stood up and sighed.
“Don’t worry about anything he said.” Harry said quietly to him.
“How do you know he said anything?”
“Because he always does. He can’t keep his mouth shut.” Harry planted a kiss on his cheek, hoisted his sister up and proceeded up the stairs obviously to put her to bed, Sirius watching his arse from an excellent view. Sirius went into the kitchen once his husband had disappeared from view and saw his mother-in-law bustling around the kitchen. It amazed him, after giving birth, most recently three months ago at the most, somewhere around six times; she managed to still have the figure she had when she was sixteen.
She looked at him, surveying him top to bottom and then over again, her eyes swirling with a mix of disappointment and excitement.
“Ah Sirius! Sit down! I have something that might interest you.” He was pushed into a chair and a piece of parchment shoved under his nose.
“What is it?”
“It’s called Lepals. It’s brilliant. I lost three pounds like that.” She snapped her fingers.
Good grief! Did this family never stop? If one wasn’t mocking you, the other tried to make you starve yourself!
“I appreciate it Lily, but I don’t think that I should.” He put it down and she looked at him accusingly.
“What? You don’t trust me to try and help you?” She said angrily. “You don’t believe that I care about my son-in-law?”
“Give it up mother. You’re not putting Sirius on another of your fad diets.” Harry said, once again saving Sirius. An image of Harry dressed in a muggle superhero flashed across Sirius’s mind. He quickly shook it off.
“I don’t see why not.” She said as everybody sat down. “You could try it together. You look like you’re also a bit chunkier.” Harry stopped for a second, the knife he was cleaning in his napkin gripped tightly in his hand.
He then carried on like nothing had happened, but Sirius saw the added vigour he rubbed with. He slammed it on the table and Sirius just moved his hand out the way in time to stop it getting impaled.
Spotting the hand held protectively to his husband’s chest, Harry realized what he had done and his anger faded. He took Sirius’s hand, looking at the cut on the top and apologizing profusely. Sirius just smiled at him and clutched his hand in his own.
James watched this half-heartedly.
“So? When can we expect grandchildren?” He asked while looking at his wine glass, swirling it around.
“What?” Sirius asked, taken aback.
“Grandchildren. Or aren’t you two ever planning kids? You’ve been married what? Six years?”
“Four.”
“Right.”
“You know,” Lily said as she sat in her own place. “I read an article the other day that said your weight can affect your sex life.” Harry dropped his fork at this sentence and dived under the table to get it.
“So basically, we can’t expect any offspring from them anytime soon.” Both of them laughed and Harry scrambled up, banging his head on the table, only causing his parents to laugh even harder.
Once he managed to stand and straighten himself up, he picked up his ‘emergency bag’ (he refused to call it a purse or handbag, which amused Sirius to no end) and started towards the door.
“Where are you going?” Sirius asked him.
“You may want to stay here and be insulted, but I won’t put up with it. Not anymore.” He turned and walked out. Sirius looked for James, but he didn’t even make an effort to stop him, merely raised an eyebrow. Sirius shot him a glare, stood up himself and followed Harry.
“Hey.” Sirius said and Harry looked up. He hadn’t said a word since they’d gotten back; instead he’d gotten changed and sat on the window ledge in their bedroom staring straight ahead of him. “Budge up.”
He settled himself behind Harry, who still didn’t say anything. He sighed.
“Look Harry, I know you’re upset about your parents and all that…But you’re going to have to say something sometime.”
“I don’t want to do this anymore.”
“What? But I thought you liked snuggling.” He nuzzled Harry’s neck, making him wriggle.
“I hate it when they won’t leave you alone about your weight and complain about our marriage and then assume we have no sex life.”
“Me neither. Just because we don’t breed like rabbits, we suddenly have problems?”
“And your weight cause problems? You perform just fine to me. Better if anything.”
“Can you imagine what they’re going to say when they find out they’re getting a grandchild already, even after all they said.”
“I thought they’d noticed something already.”
“Well then I’ve missed it. You chunky? Yeah, and I’m Mr muscles.” Harry laughed but after a moment went silent and curled up again, hugging his knees.
I don’t want our baby being exposed to that.”
“Me?”
“Don’t be stupid. I mean them! I don’t want our baby around people who will no doubt take the mickey out of it at every turn.”
“Then we won’t anymore. The next time we get a letter inviting us to one of their stupid dinners, we’ll ignore it and hopefully, they’ll take a hint and leave us alone.”
“And if they don’t and they come here.”
“Don’t you stress. I’ll deal with them then, if that happens...”
_
Next chapter: Harry finds a way to cure Sirius of his midnight cake cravings, a very naughty way... (NC-17 will be posted on my LJ)
Part 1
Comment please.