Paint It, Black

Informal Movie Poll

Sun, 27 Sep 2009 15:57:36 GMT

Minor questions about books and movies, feel free to comment if text box isn't large enough.

Big Bang, Castiel and a Meme

Fri, 18 Sep 2009 16:06:02 GMT

I want to remind the ol' flist that bigbangblackout has plenty of good fics to be read. I noticed the comments dropped off a little bit so I am giving you all a little nudge. I have a lovely AU on my plate to enjoy later today. There are plenty of different styles of fics and pairings that you are sure to find one you will like.

SPN oh how I love you SPN! The Dean/Castiel scene was so wonderfully slashy. I wonder SPN folks if you can answer a question for me. I know that Wincest was the main ship and I know Dean/Castiel has some major steam behind it, does it piss people off, the whole Dean/Castiel thing? Because if I had a ship and then some character came in and took half the ship away I would be fucking PISSED.

And now a meme I took from snegurochka_lee.

10. I don't think you know how desperately I miss you. I'm only on the first one and I'm already choking up about this damn meme that's how much I miss you!

9. I wish there was some magical way to make you better and then you don't have to leave. I know you aren't gone gone and we ship very different things but I still desperately wish things will get better and you can come back. Bet you didn't know I enjoyed your snark so much.

8. I made myself a rule that I don't read your fics when I am writing. The way weave heart, humor and sometimes some angst into your stories makes me ache with desire to be so accomplished. It's one of those things where I see perfection and I don't want to write anymore because no one could do it better than you did.

7. The thirteen-year-old boy inside of me loves the thirteen-year-old boy inside of you. Ewwwww did I just ship us in a really creepy and disturbed sort of way!?!? Sorry about that. Let me restate. My immature sophomoric sense of humor loves your immature sophomoric sense of humor. you'realsoincrediblytalented

6. Your cleverness never fails to get me. I feel like I am stumbling to keep up with you when we are commenting back and forth.

5. Biggest heart in fandom, yup that's you.

4. Why don't you write more? I know you know who I am talking to here because you know me so well and this is the umpteenth time I have said this to you. Please write more.

3. I want to come over to your house and give you a hug then drag you out for several drinks and get blissfully drunk together. Then give you more hugs. I think we would have an amazingly good time.

2. Did you know that every time I make a post with a list I think of you? I know other people do it too but I nicked that idea from you. I also think of you 500 other times a day and curse life for getting in the way and not letting us talk more. You're also smart as hell and funny and so many other things I love.

1. Do you think I put you on the list because I know you might have had an internal crisis if I hadn't? So you know that's not why I did it. I put you on the list because I couldn't imagine anyone else as number one.

If You Didn't Know Already

Sun, 06 Sep 2009 22:55:55 GMT

(Art by remeciel)

bigbangblackout
OPENS MONDAY 7 SEPTEMBER 2009

I am so excited!!!!!! The only bad part is I don't know who's to read first??? Mmmmm....there might be two bad parts, Monday is a holiday which means "family". BUGGER!

Yule Balls!!!!

Tue, 01 Sep 2009 17:20:52 GMT

For those of you who don't know already and who haven't signed up already today is the first day of hp_yule_balls. This year they have narrowed the field to only 75 sign ups total. At my last count that were somewhere in the mid-40's for sign ups, spots are going fast. I signed up already but I fully expect myself to edit my post a time or five before it is actually done. (The mods should hate me) I know my flist has some wonderful talent so go sign up because I would love to complain about too much good fic to read around the holidays! RUN! NOW! GO!

A Really Great Guy

Wed, 26 Aug 2009 16:03:22 GMT

I am sure most of you know by now that Senator Edward Kennedy, better known as Teddy, died last night. For some reason this has made very teary this morning.

My dad has worked for the US Senate for almost seven years. My dad meets and interacts with Senators on a daily basis so he knows them all and they all know him. (My dad is in his heart a conservative guy, though in the past two presidential elections his vote did not go that way, I know that's how he will always be.) During the last election I asked my dad from his interactions with them who he liked better Clinton, Obama or McCain. Long story short they were all about the same to him. But then unsolicited he started telling me how Senator Kennedy was such nice guy. Always personable, always remembers your name, always eager to talk to you and not ignore some "lowly staffer" like a lot of people do.

I am sure if you read the news about Senator Kennedy's passing you will read stories about his politics and quotes from people about how wonderful he was. That is the standard when ever a public figure passes away and if your like me you're often left wondering if people just say those things because the person is dead now. However, I have no doubts when reading quotes about Senator Kennedy this morning. When I called my dad he hadn't heard the news yet because he is traveling on business. I told him Senator Kennedy had passed away and my dad was silent for a moment then expressed how that made him sad and added "He was a really great guy."

Note: For those of you who have HBO there was a documentary called "Teddy: In his own words" on in rotation last month. I was lucky enough to catch it a few times while traveling. I am sure since his passing they will show it in heavy rotation again. Be sure to try and catch it if you can, I thought it was wonderful.

Full Plate

Thu, 20 Aug 2009 19:28:22 GMT

My fests summed up.

1) My bigbangblackout fic is tidied up and getting ready for a final polish.

2) I have received my radish_love assignment and I am so EXCITED!! I have an idea and a plot and characters and lines all floating around in my head and ready to be put down "on paper". Hopefully by doing that I can figure out how the fic will end.

3) Discussed with torino10154 our upcoming team effort.

4) hp_yule_balls just announced sign ups for September first. Yule_balls is an exchange fest with an adult rating required. I wrote for it last year and am so excited to sign up again! I have no idea what I'm going to ask for. *ponders* This fest kicks ass and I've been waiting all year to write for it again.

5) I desperately want to sign up for hp_unfaithful's All (Re)Mixed Up Challenge and didn't think I could till about five minutes ago. I thought I only had one story featuring infidelity and it's LOOOOONG and I didn't want to burden anyone with it. But after some thought I actually have at least three. I don't know if I will have the time to dedicate to a remix. There is a fic someone offered up for remix that I have read and enjoyed and I know exactly how I would remix it but I'm not sure still. (Note: To sign up for the fest you don't actually have to have fics with infidelity but you have to offer up ones you are willing to be spun that way)

6) Is there anything else I am signed up for?

7) A non-fic related note I heard a new children's song today about family and the video showed a bunch of different families dancing around, including two men and their children. It made my heart so happy in the same way Bert and Ernie are pre-pre-slash.

8) And one last thing. I have totally forgotten I owe midnitemarauder a prize for her performance in the canon quiz. Any suggestions at a prize I should send her? I was thinking rum.

Remix Fic

Wed, 12 Aug 2009 14:26:28 GMT

One of the fests I really wanted to participate in this year was the Remix challenge. I was overjoyed and scared shitless to receive my assignment for remixing one of minnow_53 's fics. For those of you who aren't acquainted with minnow's fics, she's a genius working in the medium of geniusness. I love everything she writes so I had a bit of a holyshithowiamigoingtodothismoment. Then I went and read her "safe story" In No Man's Land just so I could see what I wasn't allowed to touch. I really hope that's her safe story because she is going to write a continuation because I loved it and I feel like I need the next bit. Then I started going through her massive archive and glutting myself on all her amazing fics. Initially I was going to remix Alphabet Soup, because I saw a fun idea for a story there. Then I read Thirteen and was enraptured by it but wasn't going to touch it with a ten foot pole for a couple reasons. First off it's genius just as is and completely awesome and second Remus is an honest to goodness should be rotting in jail paedophile and I knew if I remixed it that people would immediately be driven away because of that fact. But in the end I couldn't get Sirius from that story out of my head and when I try to write to please people it blows up in my face when I write because I want to write it goes much better.

So here is my "out-take" from Thirteen. If you haven't read minnow's fic and can read Remus in an unflattering way, go read it.

 Title: Secrets and Lies (The Ignorance is Bliss Remix) 
Author: gryffindor_j
 Summary: Sirius hides potential evidence of Remus's misdeeds.  
Rating: R  I only use this rating because the subject matter is adult.
Fandom: Harry Potter 
Spoilers and/or Warnings: AU Non-magical. Hints of paedophilia.  No actual acts of paedophilia but it's discussed so I must warn for it.
Title, Author and URL of original story: Thirteen by minnow_53 
Notes: Many many thanks for torino10154 for the look over and a HUGE thanks to my lovely beta midnitemarader    . When I posted the fic it was on my sister's fucked up computer so going back through I noticed some errors that I failed to fix, sorry.

Gay

 That's what Remus was. He was gay. As gay as Sirius, and in some respects, even more so. The police knocking at their door, accusing Remus of things that if not so disgusting, would have been laughably absurd. Didn't they know Remus was gay? Not only that, but he was sweet and kind and loving, and a damn fine person.

Far better than Sirius could ever be.

He stood by the window, looking down at the street where they had pushed Remus into the back of a car, delicately fingering a variety of succulents he had recently taken a crack at growing; a monadenium, two sansevieria, hawthoria and of >course an aloe. He liked the special attention they needed, they weren't like any other house plant. Some people thought you could forget about them and they would grow but that was far from the truth. If anything, they needed more attention due to their temperamental state. He touched each one softly. Sirius turned away from the plants to keep from mangling them.

 He went to the cabinet and poured himself a healthy measure of whisky. So it was nine in the fucking morning. He didn't give a shit; Remus had just been carted off.

With his drink to accompany him, Sirius moved quickly about the flat, looking for anything that could be misconstrued as so-called evidence. The police hadn't had a search warrant, but Sirius wasn't stupid; he knew they'd be back with one. His grandfather and father didn't always operate the family business on the most legal of terms, so Sirius knew all about evidence and covering your arse.   

He went to their bedroom, rifling through the drawers, but not removing the half-empty bottle of lube because that might look suspicious. He found some old rags he'd bought Remus as a joke. Things with horrible titles, like, Cocks and Hound, Bent Over, Sticky Wanks, and Two Pricks in Hand. He remembered sitting on the floor laughing at the horrible shots of men coming. Remus had insisted no one looked like that when they came.

Sirius had asked, "What do I look like when I come?" and without looking up from the magazine, Remus had replied "Gorgeous." After that, he had convinced Remus to let him fuck him up against a mirror so he could see for himself.   

Sirius held the magazines in his hand, half tempted to put them out on the sofa for the police to see when they came by to search their flat. Then they would see what sort of interests Remus really had. Instead, Sirius threw them in the fireplace and leaned over, touching a lighter to them until the pictures of over-muscled, greased-up men began to shrink and curl and blacken, and melt away. Anything like that would definitely be seen as a bit seedy.   

All Sirius ended up taking out of the bedroom to be hidden were some hand ties they had used a time or two. Sirius always found where they shagged much more arousing than what they shagged with, and Remus liked anything Sirius did.

Next, Sirius went into the spare room that was Remus's studio. There were canvases stacked against the walls, and special drawers where Remus kept other works not done on canvas. Sirius decided it all needed to go,; Remus would go completely round the twist if anything got ruined or taken away for evidence, and was never returned. Sirius would have had a fit if some police officer came over and manhandled his plants.

Sirius went to the phone and called the warehouse, ordering a number of empty crates to be delivered to their flat immediately.  

He began to organize the different works. He'd never snooped or gone through Remus's art before. He'd tried once, when they were still in school, and Remus had told him not to, because he didn't want anything seen in a half-finished state.   

"It's a process for me. You'll say something and I'll question myself," he said. Remus had been so emphatic about it that Sirius never tried again.  

He sorted through picture after picture as he waited for the crates, and moved to a stack of canvases that were facing the wall. At first he didn't look, but then something caught his eye: girl bits.   

Sirius pulled the charcoal drawing around to face him, and gasped, he felt as if he had the wind knocked out of him. The picture was of a young girl on the verge of becoming a teenager, but still very much a child. She was naked from the waist down, with knobby knees and skinny, shapeless, thighs sketched in loving detail, along with her hairless vagina.   

Sirius looked to the girl's face; her eyes were very large, as if she had been caught completely off guard. Sirius's stomach began to turn as he grabbed another canvas, and another, and still another. They were all the same. Not the same girl, but the same concept; young girl after young girl in different states of undress, some sitting in a wicker chair, others standing, but all with wide, demure eyes, and tiny, innocent mouths set in some sort of shape that easily inferred that they were hiding a secret.   

What was their secret? What words were hidden behind those tiny little lips?  

Sirius’s hands gripped the edge of the nearest portrait, his knuckles white, sweat gathering in his palms. He felt anger clawing through his body, He felt betrayed, angry and sick all at the same time.   

Those innocent eyes and pert little mouths. Their secrets mocked him, showing him enough to doubt, but not enough to know for sure. His stomach was cramping, the spasms sharp and painful. He wanted to run; he wanted to scream; the fury building inside and begging to be let out. What the hell had Remus done? How could he do this to them? To him? If the police saw these, they would know,; there would be no doubt. The pictures would only confirm in their minds that Remus was a monster, and there was no possible way he was. There had to be some mistake.  

He wanted to burn the pictures like he had burned the stupid magazines; watch the lines of the bodies blacken and melt away, and then Remus would know how angry he was. But that wasn't really getting back at Remus, was it? By destroying the pictures, he was protecting him. No, that wouldn't do at all. Remus had to know, had to see how it felt to be completely betrayed like this.   

Sirius would fuck someone else, that’s what he would do. Stick his cock so far up some other bloke's arse that he practically choked him.   

He would take him, in their bed; bring the guy back here so that their sweat and come would mix on the sheets Remus slept on, and when Remus came home, he would see and smell, and he would know.   

James. He had known James forever. Their families ran in the same upper-crust circles. James was married and had a child, but he had a wandering eye that liked to look at cock. He always said it wasn't really cheating as long as other women weren't involved.   

James wouldn't hesitate; rather, he'd be more than willing.  

He was easily charmed by Sirius's perfect smile, devastating looks, and sharp wit. He would invite James over and they would share a drink, and then Sirius would move him to the bedroom. It would be so easy.   

Their clothes would become forgotten piles on the floor. Sirius would wind his fingers in that absurdly messy hair and pull James's head back for a kiss, licking along his throat to the hollow of his neck. James would fall to the bed panting, and Sirius would fall on top of him. They would fuck and fuck and fuck, making each other filthy—the bed as well.   

Remus would find out, and he would have to forgive Sirius. It wasn't as if either of them hadn't been with other men before they just kept those things out of their flat, out of the world they lived in together. But this time was different. Remus had brought these things into their home, and so Sirius would too.   

The doorbell rang, and Sirius left the studio to answer the door. The crates had arrived. He had the deliveryman leave them in the front room, and told him to come back in an hour to take them away.   

The sketches of the girls were going to be packed away first. Sirius didn't ever want to look at them again.   

Remus, how could you?   

Sirius ached for an answer, and then, like a sudden cooling breeze, he remembered; Remus is gay. This can't mean a thing.   

Remus.

Gay.   

Sirius forced himself to look at the charcoal sketches again. They were just pictures. They weren't real. Sirius himself knew something about nude artwork, and he knew that simply drawing–sketching, painting–didn’t mean the artist was aroused. If Sirius had exploded into a jealous rage every time Remus had drawn someone half-clothed or fully naked, they wouldn't have lasted long as a couple. It was something artists did when they studied bodies and shapes. But the police wouldn't understand that. They would only see what they wanted to see.  

Sirius knew better. Sirius knew Remus.  

Remus was kind and generous and sweet. He was the boy who blushed when they'd had to undress for showers at school. He was the one whose voice shook the first time Sirius insisted he talk dirty to him; the one who told Sirius to stop any time his perverted sense of humour went too far.   

This person they arrested wasn't Remus. They didn't know the real Remus, not like Sirius knew. Sirius understood that artists looked at the world differently, and sometimes drew unconventional things. Drawing a landscape of the countryside didn't mean an artist wanted to stick their cock in a tree as well. Other people didn't understand that. Sirius did.  

Sirius would pack up all the pictures–every last one–so that they were safe. He would send them off, and they would return when this whole absurd nightmare was over. When he was finished packing away the canvases and the deliveryman had carted away the crates, he would go pick up Remus, and bring him back home.

He would wash the printing ink from the pads of Remus's fingers, just like he used to wash the charcoal from Remus's hands when they were young and eager to be only with each other. Their innocence would return, everything would be normal again, and he would make sure Remus was all right.   

He loved Remus, and he knew Remus hadn't done a thing.  

Excuse Me?

Tue, 21 Jul 2009 17:09:09 GMT

f you haven't seen this article yet go read The Homesexual Undertones of the Half-Blood Prince.

From the article:
And even though Rowling has revealed that Dumbledore was in fact a gay, the homoeroticism that was on the screen is absent in the books.

To this I say the obvious; has this person read the books???? The flaming closet (British: wardrobe) the person mentions as part of the homosexual overtones is IN THE BOOK. I really don't need to go on and on about this in present company because we all know how very homosexual the books are. If I had the time I would do a numbers comparison for how many times Harry looks at Draco, Snape, and/or Ron vs. how many times he looks at Ginny. Go read the article is a complete crack up despite the very wrong view the person has towards the books. Also I'm emailing it to my husband to prove it's not just us.

TDF

Sat, 04 Jul 2009 14:37:23 GMT

Anyone else going to watch the Tour de France? Yes, Lance Armstrong, is back this year. His new Nike ad for the TDF started running a few days ago, when I saw it I may have gotten teary Nike ad. Made me think of my mom, who wears her livestrong band every day, and then I thought of the_minx_17. Like him or not you have to love what he fights for.

I don't think Lance is back to win it all, I think he will pull of a stage win or two but he will work mostly for Alberto Contador. I told my husband as early as last summer that Contador would win this years Tour, especially since his team wasn't invited in 2008. My husband predicted Levi Leipheimer, but he's WRONG WRONG WRONG and he now knows Contador, and his sexy eyes, are were it's at ever since Leipheimer performed meh at the Giro d'Italia. If you aren't up on cycling and have read this far into my ramblings I should point out all three cyclists I have listed so far are all on the same team, which is a huge deal to have three strong riders.

Mostly I am looking forward to watching Mark Cavendish win a lot of stages. He kicks ass and he's a cocksure Brit, what's not to love? I also hope he hands that coke head's (Tom Boonen) ass to him. Oh and I am also looking forward to a big group of men in spandex all sweaty as they ride in a big group together *g*

Also Happy Fourth of July! Anyone have some Founding Father's slash I can read?

CA Fandom Anyone?

Fri, 03 Jul 2009 19:23:35 GMT

On Monday I am leaving for my sister's house in California. I will be there when HBP opens in theaters. Inevitably the movie will be horrible and make me cry out of anger but I was wondering if perhaps there is anyone out there who lives in the San Jose area who wants to go see the movie with me? I could go with my sister but she hasn't read the books and won't get it when I squee when Snape touches Draco, or giggle when Harry stalks Draco, or curse and flip off the screen when Lupin touches Tonks. I would LOVE to go with another fandomer or even a group. If you are afraid I am some psycho I have other people from fandom who have met me and know me and will sign a statement that I'm fairly normal. Anyone? *looks hopeful*

Happy Birthday (one day late....

Mon, 29 Jun 2009 14:41:09 GMT

but the fic was on time.)

It's torino10154's birthday!!! For those of you who don't know this already we are friends like none other. So I have a few birthday wishes.

First: Happy Birthday!
B: I wrote you a little something that I am feeling guilty about because it's not porny (might as well be gen) and it doesn't really feature a pairing you ship (I'm selfish). But I did write it with you in mind and wanting to please you.
III) ~~Yes I will post it to ij but ij is sucking a nut right now.~~

Title: Please Read the Letter
Author/Artist: gryffindor_j
Rating: PG
Pairing(s)/character(s): James/Lily, Remus/Sirius and maybe even some Snily
Summary: James asks Remus and Sirius to do him a favor.
Word Count:~1300
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Warnings: None
Notes: Ganked the title from a song because I thought an unread letter is such a heartbreaking idea. Thanks to trubbleclef for the look over, so all mistakes are now my own.

James stood, bending slightly at the waist, his arms extended straight out in front of him. His palms supported him as he held the edge of the sink and dropped his head down. His shoulders looked tight and almost pressed together, his face pinched in concentration. Everything about him looked stressed and completely spent, not that anyone could blame him.

"Are you sure?" He looked up to Sirius, who stood to the right of James, but faced him with his arse pushed up against the counter.

"No." Sirius uncrossed his arms and fidgeted with the shirt he wore. It was too short for his tall frame and didn't quite meet the waist of his denims, leaving a small strip of his perfect skin visible. "I told you it was a ruuuuumor." Sirius exaggerated the word because he was a little annoyed with James.

"Anything else?"

"Jesus, James! Moony and I are trying but it isn't exactly easy. When I mentioned it to Moody he acted as if I was looking for a way to go chat up some old schoolmates." Sirius fidgeted with his shirt again, uselessly tugging it down.

"Don't snap at me and what fuck is wrong with your shirt?" James pushed himself away from the sink and stared and Sirius accusingly.

"Bad wash charm or something." Sirius could lie so seamlessly.

Remus wrapped his robes more firmly around him even though it was far to warm in the kitchen to keep them on. He couldn't let James see the shirt he was wearing, which was too long for him.

"Look, James," Remus said stepping forward before he and Sirius really started shouting at one another. "We are having a hard time finding anything and we don't understand why you care so much."

"I don't." James waved his hand towards the ceiling, gesturing towards upstairs. "It's Lily, she's been thinking about him."

"Snape?" Sirius shuddered slightly.

"They used to be friends or something. And she told me she keeps thinking about him and crying over it all the time. She's always—"

"It's OK, Prongs." Sirius reached out, placing his hand James's shoulder. James lightened at the friendly touch. "Pregnant birds are complete nutters. We had to drop by the Longbottoms the other night and poor Frank, I'm pretty sure he has a new arse hole because he didn't put the dishes away properly."

James smiled somewhat guiltily as if he wasn't sure he was allowed to hold the opinion of his wife being a nutter.

"We'll keep looking." Remus moved to stand closer to James and Sirius. They had promised James they would do all they could to find out anything about Snape. It was something they would only do for each other. None of them, including Remus, ever sat up at night wondering about him. "As soon as we find anything about Snape we'll let you know. It hasn't been easy though."

"Yeah, I know. I think she would feel better if I could tell her something. Never thought I'd be hunting him down for the sake of my wife."

"Who's hunting?" All three of them jumped as Lily came waddling into the kitchen. She wasn't due for almost a month but her belly was quite huge and she carried the baby very low. She stopped and looked at them standing close together in the kitchen and narrowed her eyes "What are you up to?"

"Lily you look glowing. Pregnancy seems to really agree with you." Sirius could lay on the complete bull shit like no one else.

"Sirius, your bloody charms don't work on me." Lily moved past them to the cupboard pulling out a teacup. While her back was to them Sirius took the opportunity to mouth mental and nod at James. James slapped Sirius on the back of the head but Lily caught him as she turned around.

"So what is it? Why are you two standing in my kitchen bickering with my husband?"

"They always bicker, you know that," Remus assured her. "Even when they were twelve, it was exactly the same."

"That's what you get when an Aries and a Scorpio are best friends," Lily said sagely.

Remus could feel the relief spread through the group at having successfully distracted her. James was so happy to be off the hook he didn't even reply with his normal come back anytime Lily mentioned anything related to Divination, which was always along the lines of it being complete tripe.

James moved to get the tea out for Lily and gently took the cup from her hand. She touched him softly on the elbow thanking him. Sirius leaned close to Remus, the shirt sliding up Sirius's side exposing an obscene amount of skin and whispered in his ear, "You're always the best about bull shitting people away from what ever we're planning."

They left James and Lily to their day, and went to go see if there was anything else they could find.

The article in the Daily Prophet four days later made searching out Snape no longer necessary. It announced the new staff for the coming school year, Snape would be back at Hogwarts.

***
Remus had always been a little too comfortable with pain. His life had been so physically painful he allowed to emotional ones in too easily. He should leave for India like he planned to do as soon as the burial was over, but he found himself walking up the high street in the direction of the Potters' house.

He stood safely outside the gate, as if it could protect him from all the pain on the other side of it.

Sod this.

Nothing, he felt, could possibly get worse. He swung open the gate and stepped onto the garden path he had taken so many times. Rubble was everywhere, furniture ranging from half-burned to completely charred. An old postman's desk stuck out of the rubble of what had been the dining area. It had been Lily's, and was her father's before he died, she kept it in the guest room. For some reason Remus was drawn to it.

It was canted awkwardly on it's side and a large beam supporting was all that kept it from tipping over completely. It wasn't as badly burned as other things but had a great bit of damage from falling to the floor bellow. Remus knelt down and reached for the drawer to open it. It was stuck but he tugged on it firmly and it finally came half open. There were several letters tied in different bundles in the drawer. One bundle looked like letters James had sent to Lily; James had a bit of a hopelessly romantic heart. Remus put those letters down. Some things should always remain private.

Another bundle looked like letters from friends. Remus dropped those letters--he didn't want to see that bastard ever again, let alone his handwriting.

The final bundle was all the letters Lily had ever received from Hogwarts. She was sentimental that way.

Remus went to tug the drawer out more but it was stuck on something. He squeezed his hand through the narrow slot, feeling around with his fingers. He felt a piece of paper stuck in the back of the drawer, impeding it from being pulled out all the way. Remus gripped it tightly and yanked it out.

It was a letter still in its envelope. It looked like it had been shoved away in the drawer to become old, crumpled, and forgotten. Curiosity overcame Remus and he broke the seal on the envelope and pulled the letter out.

Dear Severus,

I read the news in the paper that you are going to be the new Potion's Master. I'm very happy for you. No matter what Slughorn said, you were always the tiniest bit better at potions than me. (If you tell anyone I admitted that, I'll hex you)

My baby is due fairly soon. Perhaps when he goes to Hogwarts you will still be there and you will be his professor... I would like that.

Again, congratulations. I cannot think of anyone who deserves such a wonderful post more than you.

All my love,
Lily

Remus tucked the letter back in the envelope and buried it sacredly back in the drawer. Maybe if he ever saw Snape again he would be kinder to him than he had been before. It was the least he could do for Lily.

Big Bang is On

Fri, 26 Jun 2009 19:29:24 GMT

I have a couple things I have been meaning to post about and am finally allowing myself to do it:

1) I was waiting till I had a good handle on my bigbangblackout to do a real post and I finally do! Sirius got soundly banged and with someone I have never written him with before. It is a character I have written before though. Not saying anymore, more will be revealed in time. Are the Big Bang posts going to be anonymous or with our names on them? I suppose it's in the rules somewhere but I never read all of those, it would be so unlike me to look before I leap.

2)I have been thinking about making this a fandom journal, no RL posts at all. Just fic and other fandom related thoughts. Or maybe a RL filter, thoughts?

3) Speaking of change I want to change my layout. Something darker in color and maybe retiring my Sirius picture and going with something else. I have that picture in mind but I will have to talk to the artist and get someone to make me a layout because I suck at that sort of thing.

4) The R/S Love Post has filled me with squee and distraction and delight. I came to the books fairly early (Pre-GOF) but came to fandom late in the game (Post HBP), so I missed so much R/S it makes me hate all you talented people and the things I am finding you have written and I didn't know about!!! Also makes me wish I had an internet addiction earlier and wasn't off doing what ever it was I was doing.

5) Hi trubbleclef ILU.

6) Two memes I red_squared did and also done by blackwayfarers.

Pick a fandom of the ones listed below, and I'll tell you

A character(s) I like:
A character(s) I dislike:
Character I love that other people don't:
Character everyone else loves that I don't:
Character with the best hair:
Character with the best eyes:
Character with the best smile:
Character I'd kiss:
A pairing(s) I like:

AND/OR

Name a fandom, and I'll give you the scoop on at least three of my unpopular opinions related to that fandom.

I only have one, Harry Potter, and so

A character(s) I like: Draco (Obviously I like Sirius and Remus and Ect. but I figured not everyone knew I liked Draco)
A character(s) I dislike: Tonks, that has nothing to do with HBP, I thought she was so completely pathetic and stupid in HBP it made me dislike her.
Character I love that other people don't: James (Though I know a lot of people like him.)
Character everyone else loves that I don't: Answer that one later
Character with the best hair: Sirius (not in POA though)
Character with the best eyes: Sirius
Character with the best smile: Sirius He's so pretty I have to pick him
Character I'd kiss: Charlie, I bet a kiss from him is orgasm worthy.
A canon pairing(s) I like: I changed this one slightly because the list got too long. Bill/Fleur, I like her and I like him and like their love.

Unpopular opinions:

1) Neville don't like him, don't ship him, find him pretty damn uninteresting. When I reread the books and Draco makes fun of Neville, I laugh with Draco every time. Truly I have a mean streak a mile wide.

2) I liked the Epilogue. I am more than happy to ignore it though.

3) I think James and Sirius were much more clever than Snape in pretty much every way. I think they were so effortlessly good at everything it pissed Snape off to no end that as hard as he worked they were still the best. I know it pisses me off when people are like that.

Bonus) I don't like AS/S. In general I find it a pathetic excuse to rebirth the Drarry ship which I still find wonderful on it's own. I hate when people call Harry's youngest son Albus Severus the whole fic. That's not what he was called, his father called him that when he wanted him to listen. I do, however, like when they are friends in a fic.

I just realized I could make a list of like ten things. /stopping now

Attention Writers

Wed, 24 Jun 2009 20:14:12 GMT

Below the cut is a little information in regards to a spell often used in fics and at that used incorrectly. If you would like to see it clickty click. If not, that's OK, it does sometimes spoil my enjoyment of a fic but I have read some stories where I cringe for a moment, then keep reading and enjoying.

Banishing Charm--Harry learns this charm after the first task in which he used the Summoning Charm (incantation: accio). It is the opposite of the Summoning Charm, Neville sends Flitwick flying across the room because of his bad aim. The item is NOT disappearing it is being sent away.

Vanishing Charm--This one we probably know best through it's incantation evanesco. Snape uses it to empty Harry's cauldron of it's contents, Bill uses it to make some blue prints of the Ministry disappear from the table after an Order meeting and so on. The item(s) are going somewhere else rubbish bins, other rooms, down the drain, who knows? The point is that it has disappeared.

So writers, when Harry is cleaning up his flat before Draco comes over for a seriously hot shag he would not banish his empty bottles of beer and chocolate frog wrappers he would vanish them. That is unless he just wanted all the garbage flying to one side of the room to be vanished later.

I know I'm picky, sorry.

Two Unrelated Things

Fri, 12 Jun 2009 20:45:58 GMT

1) For the two people on my flist who haven't read this fic go read now.

Maelstorm Harry/Teddy NC-17. I wasn't going to rec it because it's been rec'd all over the place but I couldn't stop thinking about it so here I am recing it. I have a not so secret love for Teddy but perhaps I do have a love for Harry that isn't as well known. I don't tend to write a lot of Harry but I love him oh so much. In this fic Harry is written to absolute perfection. He was so perfect I couldn't help but fall in love with the story. Harry is in his early 40's his family life is in a bad spot and he take everyone on a family vacation to Greece. Ron and Hermione's family comes along as does Teddy. Teddy is not exactly a welcome tag along. The story clearly revolves around Harry and Teddy but none of the other characters fade away. Even Ron, who is not always my favorite, is written wonderfully. The story is an amazing read the sex is heart breaking and hot as hell all at the same time. So if you haven't read go read now, it's amazing.

2) MIL is gone *VBG*. Now back to work on my other things.

GyrffindorJ Presents: R/S Porn

Fri, 29 May 2009 13:35:50 GMT

Title: Mr. Moony Presents: Lessons Learned the Hard Way
Author/Artist: gryffindor_j
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s)/character(s): Remus/Sirius
Summary: Proof Remus Lupin is a bad ass.
Word Count:~3000
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Warnings: See rating.
Notes: Written for mindabbles, who tied for second in my little canon quiz thing. Her request was R/S and prompt was Tell me how Sirius got Remus up against that wall in the icon above (kasche's art, L's icon), OR demonstrating the above stated truth that Remus Lupin is bad ass. For her and only for her I mixed both prompts into one fic. See icon above left for the one in which she is referencing. Thank you to torino10154 for her help and my beta midnitemarauder who is so very titillating and kick ass herself!

Remus caught a trace of Sirius's scent as he opened his robes slightly to put his wand in his inside pocket. Though faint, the memories it evoked were unbelievably powerful, and his heart began to speed immediately.

"Moony?" Sirius was cocking one of his smooth brows at him.

"What?" Remus said, hurrying to stuff his books in his bag to hide the blush he could feel rising on his cheeks. He hadn't heard a word of whatever it was Sirius had said. His thoughts were too occupied with that scent and how it had encircled him four nights ago as they'd snogged in a passageway.

"I asked you a question."

"Oh, sorry…go ahead then."

Sirius rolled his eyes and shook his head, tossing back his hair from his forehead. "I asked if it was difficult being best mates with someone as talented as me?"

Remus's mouth felt dry as he tried to search his mind for the proper reply, but luckily he was interrupted first.

"No, Padfoot. It's not difficult for him. He's got me as a best mate too, and I am so much more talented than you," James said, slinging his arm around Remus's shoulder and pulling him along as they walked out of the classroom.

"You're cute, Prongs, thinking you're more talented than me. I won every single duel that nutter has ever put us through," Sirius said, smiling pompously.

"Me too," James said back with an equal amount of cockiness.

"Then it's good Professor Linden has never let you two face one another. We'd still be waiting for class to be over while you two fought it out," Remus said dryly.

"How'd you do, Moony?" Peter asked.

"Fine. You?" Remus didn't want to give the honest answer; that he had easily won every duel of his own. He had no interest in participating in the pissing contest James and Sirius insisted on after every Defense Against the Dark Arts lesson.

Their teacher this year, Professor Linden, was a bit of a Muggle military nutter who kept a portrait of Bernard Montgomery in his office and wore an old RAF uniform on the weekends. He insisted that the students be ready to fight at any moment. Each class was like a miniature boot camp, the entire time spent dueling or doing absurd obstacle courses meant to prepare them for "battle".

"Fine? All you did was fine, Moony?" Sirius said, smiling his teasing boyish smile that made Remus's stomach stir. It was the same sort of smile he had given him right before they had kissed.

"Yes. My answer is fine," Remus answered flatly, trying to suppress any emotion from his voice that would betray the fact that his thoughts would rather be occupied with those perfectly pouty lips and supple tongue.

Sirius snorted. "I think you did horribly, and you're covering up by saying 'fine'."

"Hey, Padfoot, that's out of line," James said, coming to Remus's defense. "Our boy says he did 'fine', and we have no reason to doubt him."

"Then why is he acting sheepish and not giving any details? If he did 'fine', then he should have had at least a brilliant moment or two. Why isn't he telling us about it?"

"Because he's Mooooo-neeeee." James said, exaggerating Remus's nickname as if that alone would explain the response. "He doesn't go about boasting like you, you big prig."

"I think he's hiding something," Sirius said, his smile now becoming slightly less boyish. "I think he was complete pants and is too embarrassed to tell us so."

James started to laugh as he replied. "He's n—"

"You think I'm pants at dueling?"

"You certainly aren't as good as me." Sirius's lips had curled, his boyish smile replaced by a far more vicious one. It hurt Remus and made him angry all at once.

"Not being as good as you and being pants are two different things," Remus said, feeling his blood rushing to his head.

"You're right. No way you're even remotely as good as me."

"Not everyone needs to take their cock out and wave it about to prove themselves," Remus said through clenched teeth, his heartbeat pounding in his ears. He was glaring at Sirius, but saw James's and Peter's heads swiveling back and forth out of the corner of his eye, their mouths agape.

"Or some of us have such pathetically small cocks they're too scared to take them out at all."

Remus's eyes widened, and he felt as if he'd been kicked in the stomach. "Go take your big giant cock and fuck yourself." he said coldly, and turned on his heel, storming off.

Remus had intended to return to Gryffindor Tower, wanting nothing more than to crawl into his bed and strangle his pillow. He was so angry though, that it took a minute before he realized he was headed in the complete opposite direction. What the hell was with Sirius acting like such an arsehole? Bollocks to that. Remus was not going to let him get away with it. His pillow could wait; first he was going to strangle Sirius.

Remus turned around and ducked behind a tapestry, taking every shortcut he knew towards Gryffindor tower, hoping to catch Sirius before he went in. He caught up with him just a few paces from the portrait hole.

"Sirius," Remus called, pulling out his wand. James, Peter and Sirius all turned around.

"What are you doing?" Sirius flicked his eyes from Remus's face to his wand as they walked toward one another.

"Get your wand out, we're going to duel," Remus said, throwing his book bag aside.

"Oh, come on, Moony, I was just taking the piss."

"No, you weren't. You think I'm complete bollocks. Take out your wand, Black. When I beat you, I want to make sure it was a fair fight."

"Fine, don't blame me when Madam Pomfrey has to patch up your sorry arse," Sirius said, pulling out his own wand.

"Merlin, don't be such a twat, Moony," James said. "Sirius is fucking full of himself. Ignore him." He stepped between Sirius and Remus, who were almost nose to nose now, glaring daggers at one another.

"Shut up, James," both Remus and Sirius said at the same time.

James stepped from between them, mumbling, "fucking idiots," under his breath as if he had never acted completely idiotic before in his life.

"On three then. Wormtail will count," Remus said without looking away from Sirius's eyes.

Remus and Sirius paced away from one another. James and Peter stepped back against the wall, looking back and forth between Remus to Sirius. When Remus and Sirius both stopped and turned to face each other, Peter counted, "One…two…thr—"

"Expell—" Sirius shouted, and Remus barely had a moment to dive out of the way of the fucking cheater's spell.

"Rictusempra!" Remus yelled from the floor. Sirius jumped out of the way, firing another spell.

"Tarantallegra!"

"Locomotor Mortis!" This time Remus was too quick and squarely hit Sirius broadside. As he fell forward, he yelled a curse at Remus. Remus dove out of the way, and the spell hit a bust, which exploded on its plinth. Remus, covering his head to protect it from the flying plaster, gave Sirius the second he needed to free his legs. As he fired his next spell at Sirius, he noticed Sirius's chin was bleeding.

They threw spell after spell at one another, the corridor echoing with their shouts and the occasional bit of rubble when a spell hit the ceiling or walls. The occupants of nearby portraits were also shouting, adding to the cacophony and general mayhem, hiding behind their painted furniture, and occasionally ducking out of their frames to avoid stray hexes.

Remus fired off a spell, deflecting one of Sirius's, and rolled to the side. He saw James cast a hasty Aguamenti, drenching poor Ignotus Himple, who stood in his frame with water dripping from his beard and robes, holding a soggy pulpy mess in his hand, and a look of shocked horror on his face.

"Quit complaining," he heard James say. "It's not on fire anymore, is it?"

Remus shook his head and shot off another spell, casting a hasty Shield Charm just in time. No time for distractions, he thought.

Eventually Remus's instincts took over, and he no longer needed to verbalize the spells; they just flew from his wand with hardly a thought. After what felt like only seconds, Sirius and Remus both hit one another at the same time with the same spell:

Levicorpus!

They both flipped upside down, robes falling over their faces. Remus didn't hesitate with this new impediment. While his left hand reached to move his robes out of the way, his right shot out in the direction of Sirius's voice and fired off a stinging hex right through his robes.

Sirius yelped, "Fuck, Moony!"

His head free, Remus now aimed his wand at his discarded book bag, sending the contents flying to hit Sirius who was still tangled in his robes. "God...Fucking...Damn it!" Sirius yelled as each object slammed into him. "Stop! STOP!" Sirius yelled.

James and Peter clapped and whistled.

"Well played, Moony!"

"Good job!"

Remus pointed his wand at the books and stopped them with a verbal Finite Incantatum. Unfortunately, this also released the Levicorpus spell, and Sirius fell flailing to the ground with a loud thump.

James and Peter collapsed in fits of laughter.

Sirius grimaced, slowly freeing himself from his twisted robes, and looked up at Remus, who was still hanging calmly upside down and still covering Sirius with his wand. "Was that really necessary?"

Remus hadn't meant to let him fall so hard, and though he felt a bit badly about it, anger still flowed in his veins. "I think so." He was beginning to get a headache from hanging upside down, and his face was probably bright red. "Do you yield?"

Sirius scowled and struggled to sit up, rubbing his shoulder. He'd dropped his wand when he fell, and he scanned the floor for it.

Remus narrowed his eyes and shot another stinging hex at Sirius' foot.

"Goddammit Moony!" Sirius yelped, grabbing his foot.

"Do you yield?" he said again, ignoring the blood throbbing in his head.

"Yes! All right, you bastard? I yield. Happy now?"

"Yes." Remus waved his wand to release himself, casting a quick cushioning charm before dropping to the floor. He could have said something snide, but it was enough that Sirius had conceded. It would only enrage Sirius if he rubbed it in his face, and though he was still angry, he wasn't the gloating type. Not bothering to pick up his things, he rose, dusted off his robes, and turned and walked away.

Remus ran down the nearest flight of stairs, sprinted up a corridor, and headed to another staircase. He could hear someone chasing him and hoped it was Peter, but he wasn't going to stop to find out.

"Moony! Wait!"

It wasn't Peter; it was Sirius. Remus moved faster, careening around the landing and ducking into a secret passageway that would bring him out two floors down near the Charms corridor.

It was fucking annoying that Sirius knew every passageway as well. He could hear him gaining behind him. He was about to exit the narrow passageway when Sirius caught him.

"Stop!" He grabbed Remus by the shoulder and turned him around. "You aren't faster than me, so you might as well stop now."

"What do you want then?" Remus demanded.

"You kick my arse and then run away? What the hell?" Sirius demanded, twisting his hand in Remus's robe. "You proved you're better. You should be happy."

Remus tried pushing Sirius's hand away. "Don't act like you were just having me on."

"You know me, Moony, I'm full of myself. I was just being an arse," Sirius said, his face suddenly softer, less angry.

"You can't treat me like that," Remus said, still angry. "You can't put your hands down my pants one day, then treat me like shit the next. I'm not some tart you just have it off with a couple times then push away till she leaves you alone."

"I wouldn't do that to you!"

"The hell you wouldn't — you're already trying!"

"It wasn't about that."

Remus glared at him. "Then what was it about?" he asked, his chest heaving. He hadn't wanted this confrontation, but now that Sirius was here, it took all his strength not to throttle him

"I—I—I don't know how to act with you. I can't just start holding your hand and snogging you any time I feel like it. I don't know what you want so—"

"So you treat me like shit to see my reaction. You're a bloody genius, Black!" They were standing so close, Remus could smell him; sweat and dust and a whiff of [that stupid shampoo]. It was overwhelming in the narrow passageway, and he felt slightly claustrophobic, and very aroused.

"I'm—" Sirius began to say, but Remus wasn't listening. He pushed Sirius against the wall and kissed him hard, twisting his hands in Sirius's robes and tugging them off.

Sirius gasped and twisted away. "No, you're not beating me at this too," he said, his voice growling with every word. He pushed against Remus, forcing his back against the opposite wall.

"You're admitting I beat you? Fair and square and all that?" Remus moved his face away to keep Sirius from kissing him.

"Except for the part where I started before Wormtail got to three." Sirius tried to angle his face to kiss Remus.

"That's because you're a filthy cheater."

"Filthy is the perfect word to describe me." Sirius smiled in that lewd sort of sexy way he had, and pressed his hard prick against Remus's leg. They started kissing again, Sirius's blood clearly still boiling by the intensity at which he pressed his mouth to Remus's.

Sirius's hands were everywhere, pulling at their robes, first removing his own, then Remus's. Their robes fell around their ankles like they were standing in puddles of water. He made quick work of the buttons on Remus's shirt. With each flick of the buttons, the magnitude of Remus's erection increased. He wanted Sirius's quick sure hands to take off all of his clothes and fuck him hard and fast. With his hand, his mouth—whatever; it didn't matter. Remus ached for anything. He reached for Sirius's trousers and unbuckled the belt. Sirius moaned, kissing him more, sliding his tongue across Remus's teeth.

They unfastened one another's trousers almost simultaneously, Remus eagerly reaching for Sirius's cock. It was no surprise he wasn't wearing any pants. Sirius slid his hands down across Remus's hips, lowering his pants and trousers past them, stopping when Remus's cock bobbed free and rubbed against Sirius's forearm. He ran his fingers up the length, and Remus moaned, arching his back.

Their kissing softened slightly as Sirius began to rock his hips against Remus. He slid his hands up the sides of Remus's body, taking his right hand and rubbing his palm against Remus's left nipple. Remus moaned, bucking his hips into Sirius.

"Merlin, I want to bend you over and fuck you," Sirius growled into Remus's hair.

"What's stopping you," Remus said, sliding his hands up and gripping Sirius firmly by the hair.

"No lube…probably come if I brush my cock across your arse," Sirius said before biting Remus's neck.

"Next time, then," Remus said. "Now you can make me come."

"Fuck," Sirius gasped. He pushed Remus's pants and trousers all the way down and pulled one of Remus's legs up. Remus curled it around Sirius's hip and across his arse, pulling them closer together. Sirius curled his arm around Remus's leg, his palm flat at the juncture between thigh and arse.

Sirius thrust quickly against Remus, driving his back into the wall over and over again. Remus moaned, ignoring the hard stone scraping at his skin, and pushed back at each thrust, his cock, sweat and come-slicked, pressing harder and harder against Sirius's own cock and belly. Sirius inched his fingers along the underside of Remus' thigh, pressing them hard into the cleft of his arse, and Remus groaned.

"More," he gasped, thrusting and rolling his hips.

"Oh, fuck!" Sirius's body stiffened against Remus, and he came in short, stabbing thrusts, his eyes closed, and mouth open in obvious ecstasy. The warm sticky heat spilling out on Remus made him come as well, and he held on as long as he could, his leg shaking and pulsing in time with his orgasm, still wrapped around Sirius's arse, pressing Sirius close against him. They moved together, letting every bit out of them, and Remus slowly lowered his leg, feeling weak and sated.

Sirius sagged against Remus, breathing heavily. Remus felt a small smile creep across his lips; he had lasted longer than Sirius. It was a mere second or two, but it still counted.

"Don't tell anyone, yeah?" Remus mumbled.

"Tell anyone what?" Sirius asked, rubbing his cheek against Remus's. "That we shagged in the passageway?"

Remus shook his head. "No. Idiot," he said softly. "That I kicked your arse. Let's keep it a secret. Let everyone think you're still the best," Remus said, and smiled.

"I am the best," Sirius said arrogantly.

Remus nodded. "Right, just like that. We can keep the fact that I own your arse between you and me."

"Prongs and Wormtail were there, too," Sirius pointed out.

Remus waved his hand casually, as if brushing off an insect, and grinned. "Not to worry. I've been meaning to practice my memory charms."

Birthday Porn!!!

Sun, 24 May 2009 20:20:25 GMT

From the highly talented spacefragments illustrated James/Regulus from my fic Curious I wrote for hp_yule_balls. GO LOOK, it's AWESOME!!!!!

British Politics

Sat, 23 May 2009 22:45:23 GMT

I don't watch the news, I watch The Daily Show as it gives me everything I need to know, especially about international politics. Here is a lovely clip about the recent scandle in the UK, I cried I was laughing so hard. Comments from the Brits on my flist?? Or anyone else?

The Daily Show With Jon Stewart

M - Th 11p / 10c

Scamalot

thedailyshow.com

Daily Show
Full Episodes

Economic Crisis

Political Humor

I GOT ART!!!!!

Fri, 15 May 2009 23:17:16 GMT

asdfkl;asdfghjkl;asdfghjkl; OMFG I JUST GOT MY BIRTHDAY PRESENT FROM torino10154 via the amazing swtalmnd and I am clapping and jumping everywhere!!!! Let me just tell a little story about how very brilliant I am. I open the front door to get a breeze from the screen door. An envelope falls on my foot and I get a little excited because this time of year I pretty much figure every bigger than normal envelope is for me. So I pick it up and look at the return address and thought "Who the fuck is that? I don't know anyone named Amy." (Note: I know a few Amy's but none well enough to constitute a present) The skulls on the return address label led me to believe it had to be someone from fandom. Then I put all the pieces together and freaked out "OMFG torino got me art from AMY!!!!asdkl;asdfghjkl". Not only art but it's the Marauders sans Peter!!!! AASDFGHJKL;ASDFGHJKL ASDFGKL; I AM SO HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAPPY!!! AND OMG THE CARD I LOOOOOOOVE THE CARD, I'M FRAMING THE CARD WITH HARRY ON IT TOO!!!!!!! (Note: The card could be James because they look oh so alike but I am going to say that swtalmnd's stationary has Harry on it not James.) OK I have to run around and squee more!!!! asdfgjkl;asdfghjkl

PS. swtalmnd I adore the picture so much I told torino I would make out with her because I am so damn excited *iz a h0r who exchanges sexual acts for amazing presents*

WOW!!

Wed, 13 May 2009 20:21:51 GMT

A couple days ago I posted a little ficlet, Haircut, that I wrote for the lovely red_day_dawning. Yesterday I got a comment from the talented littleblackbow that she really enjoyed the fic and was going to do some art for it. And OMG she just put it up in a comment on my iJ and I am so flattered and touched and blown away!!! So go have a looky. I especially love Remus's hair in it, I want to ruffle it and run my fingers through it.

I Wrote Something!

Mon, 11 May 2009 22:44:41 GMT

red_day_dawning here is your "drabble" I promised. As you see I can't actually be concise so you got a ficlet. I hope you like it, I tried to keep in line with exactly what you asked for.

Title: Haircut
Author/Artist: gryffindorj
Rating: R
Pairing(s)/character(s): Remus/Sirius
Summary: Sirius needs to be cleaned up after Azkaban.
Word Count:~1500
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Warnings: None
Notes: Written for red_day_dawning, who tied for second in my little canon quiz thing. Her request was R/S and prompt was washing away Azkaban. Thank you to torino10154 for all her help and midnitemarauder for somehow making what I write come out much more clever with only a few little changes

"Your hair is filthy," Remus said, hanging up his cloak by the door.

Sirius smiled his half smile, the one that had every possible sexual innuendo wrapped into it. "Then take me to the shower and clean me up."

Remus drew his mouth into a thin line as he looked away from the filthy man standing in the middle of his flat. He picked up the copy of the Prophet sitting on his table and flipped though the pages, feigning interest. "Twelve years and all you have for me is a proposition?"

"Twelve years and all you have for me is a comment on my hair?" Sirius said, rubbing the bridge of his nose. He looked exhausted and just as thin as he had the last time they'd met.

Remus felt a twinge of guilt. It was an unfair barb. Remus knew Sirius well enough to know that sex to him was emotion; twelve years surely couldn't change that.

"Well, it is rather frightful. There must be a bird or two nesting in it." Remus looked up at Sirius without smiling, but Remus hoped he could still read his dry tone and the look in his eyes.

Sirius let out his bark-like laugh, and Remus exhaled. Of course he could.

They crossed the room to one another, and Remus stumbled a little as they embraced. Sirius held him firmly, arms tight around Remus's back. If either fell, they'd both fall together.

"God, Rem—"

Whatever Sirius was going to say didn't matter. Remus cut him off, bringing their mouths together. Sirius's lips were dry, he had morning breath, his bones were far too close to the surface, sharp and angular even through his ragged clothes, and the matted hair really was remarkably filthy, but none of it mattered; the kiss was pure reunion. Beautiful, perfect, elegant reunion.

Their kiss finally broke, but their hold on one another did not. Sirius rested his forehead on Remus's.

"Did you get sacked?"

"No, but I knew it was coming," Remus replied. "I resigned."

Sirius nodded, frowning. "How bad was the full moon?"

Remus shrugged and looked away. "Not too horrible. I've been through worse."

"Like the past decade or so?" Remus shrugged again this time, not saying anything. "Are you sore?" Sirius asked, pressing his fingers into the muscles between Remus's shoulder blades.

Remus groaned as he touched a tender spot. "Just a bit."

"The hot water in this place still spotty?" Sirius began pulling at the buttons on Remus's shirt.

"Of course. We'll fix that hair of yours first."

Sirius removed his clothes amazingly fast for a man who didn't use magic to do it. "Burn those for me, would you?" Sirius said over his shoulder as he walked to the bath.

"Absolutely." Remus pointed his wand at the pile of rags. The flame burned brightly for the briefest moment before sputtering, a whisp of smoke curling in its wake, leaving only a pile of ash behind for Remus to vanish. "I'll get you a wand after we shower."

"You have my wand?"

"No. Yours was snapped when…" he trailed off, clearing his throat. "But...I ah have James's old wand. I…kept it after everything, you know—"

"After all these years, Moony, you're still holding onto a nice firm wand for me. It's enough to make a bloke blush," Sirius said turning the possibly overly emotional moment into something completely sexual. It was classic Sirius, Remus couldn't help but laugh. Sirius smiled then bent his skinny arse over suggestively, turning on the shower.

"Get in you perv." Remus pushed Sirius into the small tub.

The spray, luckily, was hot. They were both thin enough to manoeuvre their bodies under it, letting the grime of loneliness wash away. Remus was certain he could see it circling down the drain. Sirius wrapped his arms around him, pulling him closer, and he sighed, closing his eyes as the water bounced and sprayed, gently misting his face.

After a moment, he reached for the flannel and the bar of soap, and turned them so that Sirius was standing half out of the spray.

The mood of the shower suddenly took on a much more serious tone than the playful banter they had before. Remus moved his hands up and down Sirius's back, and over his shoulders, lathering. His collar bones stuck out, and the skin was pulled tight over his protruding ribs, rather like how they'd looked after one particular growth spurt in their fifth year, but before his body had filled out. His belly was sunken and pale; the lines that had once defined it were gone. Remus touched methodically, scrubbing gently with the flannel, wanting to memorize Sirius's body all over again.

Sirius closed his eyes, breathing slowly as Remus touched him. He seemed to be melting under Remus's hands.

"Will you cut my hair?" Sirius asked, sounding as if he were almost afraid to do so.

"Yes." Remus reached out of the shower for his wand and summoned a pair of shears from the kitchen. "Cutting charms aren't my best," Remus explained.

Sirius turned, sitting down on the edge of the tub, his soaking hair hanging like a shroud around him. Remus stood between Sirius's knobbly knees and studied reached for a hank of hair.

It was matted and heavy like a thick rope. He tried to separate the sections as best he could, but it was difficult.

"I think I should wash it first," Remus said, setting the scissors down and reaching for the shampoo.

Remus reached for the back first, cutting the first section of tangles near the nape of his neck. He didn't want to cut the hair too short and would have to trim it up afterward.

Snip The first clump of hair fell away revealing the back of Sirius's neck. Remus picked up another heavy section and cut it away. The only sounds were the slide of the metal scissors and the steady tamp of the water.

Remus turned Sirius' head and squatted before him, cutting a large tangle and revealing the left half of Sirius's face more clearly. Finally the last of the matted mess fell away, and Sirius's face was fully visible. His dark velvety brow and piercing grey eyes now showed to their full effect.

Sirius looked up at Remus, his expression a mixture of relief and gratitude. Remus smiled and stood, reaching past Sirius to trade the scissors for his wand. He looked down at the mass of black hair, half of it covering the floor, and the other half swirling around the bottom of the tub, clogging the drain.

"Christ," Sirius said, following Remus's gaze. "Looks like a herd of Nifflers."

"Disappointed Nifflers at that," Remus said, Vanishing the hair and revealing the clean, white surface of the tub. "I'm fresh out of shiny trinkets."

The hair was gone, and so were the years of loneliness, the uncertainty of how things had gone so horribly wrong and, hopefully, Sirius's guilt over trusting the wrong person.

Sirius ran his hand through the uneven hair.

Remus frowned. "It's not a very good job. I'll have to fix it. Sorry," he said, stepping away.

Sirius looked up and smiled. "No, it's brilliant really. It was heavy as hell."

Remus leaned down and kissed him on his now-softened lips. He tried to pull Sirius up from his sitting position but Sirius pulled back.

"Stand up so I can kiss you," Remus mumbled against Sirius's mouth.

"No." Sirius circled his arms around Remus and firmly gripped his arse. Remus stood straight, letting Sirius pull him closer to his mouth. Remus's cock brushed across Sirius's chin and then his mouth. "This is a much better idea," Sirius said before opening his mouth and wrapping it around Remus's prick.

"Brilliant idea," Remus moaned as Sirius began to slowly bob his head back and forth.

Just as Remus was fully enjoying the moment, the shower water turned icy cold.

"Fuck!" Remus yelled, and did his best to move out of the spray while he fumbled to turn off the tap. Sirius laughed and stood up, reaching for Remus's hand.

"To your bed before we freeze our balls off."

"Don't want that to happen before you finish what you started," Remus replied, quirking his lips in a half-grin.

They fell into the bed, Remus gripping Sirius's thick black hair as they did so. It felt clean, smooth, and suddenly much more even than it ought to be.

"What the hell happened to your hair? It looks perfect." Remus pushed away from Sirius to get a better look at it.

"Yeah, my hair always looks bloody gorgeous when I want it to," Sirius said pompously as he moved down Remus's prone body.

"You think everything about you is bloody gorgeous," Remus said, arching his back and pressing his cock up against Sirius's body.

"Because it is."

"Especially your hair," Remus said, pushing his fingers through it to mess it up.

Sirius looked up and met Remus's gaze, a smile playing on his lips. "Moony? Hold tight to my hair while I suck you off. I like when you do that."

Remus smiled as he gripped Sirius's thick, black, bloody gorgeous hair and held on tight. He wasn't ever letting go again.

Attention Please

Wed, 06 May 2009 19:12:24 GMT

torino10154 broke Alan Rickman's twitter page!

*dies laughing*

OMFG I Wrote Something

Mon, 04 May 2009 19:47:21 GMT

I am attempting to blow some dust off and get back in the groove of writing. I got this idea from reading an old The New Yorker and took a stab at it. It's short and silly, I mostly wrote it because it made me giggle. I will have two other fics up shortly for red_day_dawning and mindabbles, and by shortly I mean within a week.

Title: Remus Lupin is Straight *nods*
Author/Artist: gryffindorj
Rating: R
Pairing(s)/character(s): Remus mostly Remus/Sirius with a bit of Remus/Marlene McKinnon and Remus/Tonks
Summary: Being born a straight male in a society that constantly encouraged Remus Lupin to be homosexual was not easy.
Word Count:~1000
Disclaimer: I do not own anything except some pervy thoughts but I make nothing from those or sharing them with others.
Warnings: Cracky
Notes: No beta or anything so all mistakes are my own, it's just for fun anyway. Thanks to torino10154 for her generous help.

Being born a straight male in a society that constantly encouraged Remus Lupin to be homosexual was not easy.

It started early when he was about thirteen. His father, who was a Muggle, signed Remus up for the local children's football club for the summer. The coach, Tom Wilson, was a volunteer from the older squad. He paraded around in front of Remus like some sort of ponce. On second thought he probably was a ponce. He wore tight little shorts that showed off his muscular calves, the lusciously firm thighs and high tight arse. It was agonizing for Remus to see such a display of delicious sexuality. In his room every night he would do his best not to think of Tom and focus on how he preferred a girl's arse to some blokes. However, he would embarrassingly come in his hand once he allowed himself to think of those tight football shorts.

Returning to Hogwarts for the next term Remus became determined to live the heterosexual lifestyle he was born to lead. He asked out Marlene McKinnon as a sign to prove his masculinity. They would sit a proper distance from one another on the sofa in the Gryffindor Common Room. Remus, after all, was a gentleman and not about to touch her. They would chat for hours on end.

"I think Sirius Black has better hair but James is a much better quidditch player," Marlene said one evening.

"That is so true about Sirius," Remus replied. "He let me run his fingers through his hair a few times and it's just gorgeous. To. Die. For."

"Remus, is there something going on with you and Sirius? I always see you looking at him," Marlene said looking at him sideways.

"Yes there is," Remus answered, "he's my best mate. He comes in my bed and holds me when I have bad dreams."

The relationship didn't last long after that. Remus attributed it to being too forward, he had touched Marlene's knee at the end of the night.

Remus, broken-hearted, spent more time with James, Sirius and Peter after that. He looked to his male companions for all the support he needed. They made him more secure and happy, with the way they wrestled with him and walked around in their pants. Except for Sirius, he walked around naked just to see if he could get a rise out of Remus.

It was in his fifth year that he had his first sexual experience with a bloke. It was with Sirius, naturally. Sirius had suggested, over lunch, that he and Remus study together in the library that evening. Remus said, "Yes, of course. But no matter the astounding spells you do with your wand I'm not going to look into your grey eyes and run my hands through your thick hair and kiss you."

"I have no intention of letting you do such a thing to me," Sirius replied with a smile.

It was only curiosity that got Remus into the broom closet with Sirius, while they were walking back from the library. Curious about putting his mouth on Sirius's cock and lucky enough Sirius was curious about putting his mouth on Remus's.

Remus had to be honest with Sirius though. "Sirius, though your mouth on my cock is perhaps the greatest feeling in the world, and I've wanked to the thought of it on many occasions, I plan on marrying a girl. She, if I am lucky, will be able to provide me with these sorts of pleasures."

Sirius took the honesty in stride and was generous enough not to hold it against Remus. They had all sorts of sex before Sirius went to Azkaban--957 and a half times to be exact.

Once Sirius was gone it gave Remus the opportunity to live the straight life he was meant to. It was unfortunate that his work often took him to places where handsome young gentlemen were in need of him soliciting them for sex. With their fine pressed shirts, expensive silk ties, and perfectly tailored trousers they were obviously young students in need of some extra money. Remus was only doing the upstanding them by paying for their services. He had always had a very kind heart.

The plan to slowly court a woman became flawed once Sirius returned from prison. "Are you still intent on marrying a women?" Sirius asked as he and Remus they shared their first post-shag cigarette in over a decade.

"Yes, that is my life long goal," Remus nodded, as he brushed a hand across the smooth planes of Sirius's stomach.

"Would you still like to share a bed with me while you look? We can go away to an island with a low number of people that live there. You are sure to find a woman there."

"Yes. That sounds like a perfectly brilliant plan! You were always so in tune with my true needs Sirius." Remus gave Sirius a "thank you" blow-job after the heart-to-heart discussion.

Time slipped away from Remus, however, and only after Sirius's death did Remus realize instead of being balls deep in that perfect arse every night he could have spent at least one night a week looking for a proper wife.

To his great fortune one practically landed in his lap. Not to waste time any more Remus married Nymphadora Tonks as quickly as he could. She was nice, with her short-cropped hair and genteel enough not to force sex on Remus before the wedding night. After they were wed Remus became the sort of heterosexual husband he knew was perfect. He never touched his wife in public, or much in private, allowed her to have her own room and always sat the proper distance away from her. He also made sure not to ask her to turn into a bloke and put her cock in his arse more than two nights a week.

NOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!

Tue, 28 Apr 2009 20:04:38 GMT

Anyone else watch Heroes?

I KNEW they were going to kill my Nathan!!!! Maybe they made Sylar Nathan because then all that Petrellicest isn't really incest just looks like it so therefor not as pervy. Not that I know there is Petrellicest out there because I don't read Heroes fics but I know fandoms and their pervy ways. Anyway I think Nathan was a disposable character even though I have liked Matt Parkman less over time. But Nathan was yummy to look at and just so fuckable, unless Tracy was right and he was bad in bed. Maybe not such a loss then *ponders*.

Quizy quiz answers and winner

Tue, 21 Apr 2009 16:18:41 GMT

The quiz was a lot more fun than I thought it would be. It's interesting to see how fanon and the movies have blurred the lines in our thinking. My "grading system" was a bit weird so if you want argue about it feel free but don't expect me to change :-). Each multiple choice question was worth one point, on the two choose the answer questions each correct answer was worth a point but if you picked incorrectly you lost a point.

1) Snape wears all black but in GoF we saw him in a stunning greying night shirt after Harry left the Prefects' Bathroom and fake Moody was covering for him. The buttons are purely movie and pushed into fanon. I happen to enjoy that bit of fanon and movie canon though, it seems to fit his personality.

2) Dumbledore, Ron, Barty Crouch Sr. and Slughorn all have facial hair at some point. Ron had it for a short time as part of his disguise to get into Gringotts in DH. Lupin's and Sirius's manky crap they have on their faces is from the movies.

3) The kitchen at Grimmauld Place is down a narrow flight of stairs from the entrance hall.

4) The Dursleys gave Harry a coat hanger for Christmas in SS/PS.

5) Moody, Bill and Harry are the only characters with mentions of visible scarring on their faces.

6) Snapes potion's cupboard is in his office. I might have phrased the question better by saying "personal" potions stores, as that is what he calls it in GoF when he accuses Harry of breaking into his office.

7) Crabbe died in the Room of Requirement. Poor Crabbe and Goyle who the hell knows which is which.

8) Luna has dirty blond hair. It's one of the first observations Harry makes about her in OotP when he meets her on the train.

9) Lupin is not given an eye-color in canon. His eyes are most commonly brown in fanon so that may have added to confusion on this question. James's eyes are hazel as Harry observed in Snape's Worst Memory, Cedric's are grey (GoF is so very Harry/Cedric) and Ginny's are brown.

10) Mr. Weasley was NOT an original member of the Order, no one by the last name of Weasley was. Lupin, Podmore and Aberforth are all in the picture Moody shows Harry in OotP.

11) Harry sees himself, his parents and extended family in The Mirror of Erised. In the movie it shows only him and his for some reason middle-aged parents.

12) The only member of the Order to leave the Department of Mysteries unscathed is Lupin, proof he is secretly a bad-ass.

13) Harry got gillyweed from Dobby. This is something about the movies that bothers me when he gets it from Neville. The whole point in the book was he could have gotten the info from Neville but failed to ask because he didn't think Neville would know. Shame on Harry.

14) Gryffindor won the Quidditch Cup THREE times. Complete failure on my part you all got a point for this. They won it in PoA, OotP and HBP.

15) Hagrid was the first in Godric's Hollow after the Potter's died. In PoA he talks about digging Harry out of the rubble. Sirius showed up second.

The winner with 17 points is midnitemarauder *throws confetti*. Your prize will be arriving in the mail in the next two weeks :-). Second place honors go to mindabbles and red_day_dawning both with 16 points. If you two lovelies would leave me a comment with a pairing and a prompt I would happily write you a drabble (red_day_dawning if you choose Snupin it might not be the most loving of stories)

It was so much fun having so many people playing! If you want your score and I haven't already told you please comment.

Quizy quiz quiz quiz results

Mon, 20 Apr 2009 17:59:35 GMT

I am going to close the quiz tomorrow and post the winner(s) and answers, OK? If you want your result comment and I will tell you and screen it incase you don't want others to see.

Everyone take note of the icon. That icon is up because as a group the people I know to be Snupiners are doing that best. What the hell R/S people!?!?! All you Snarry people I know you don't give a shit about canon so you guys as a group are doing all right.