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Fic: Five Love Letters Sirius Wrote Remus (and the one he finally got to read)| Remus/Sirius | R-ish
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ceredwensirius Feb. 21st, 2010 06:30 am)
ceredwensirius Feb. 21st, 2010 06:30 am)Title: Five Love Letters Sirius Wrote Remus (and the one he finally got to read)
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ceredwensirius
Written For:whitmans_kiss because she made me icons for my newest fandom obsession Animal X (see icon)
Rating: R for talk of sex, though nothing happens
Word Count:
Warnings: awful schmoop (which she asked for - that and love letters)
Characters/Pairing: Remus/Sirius
Disclaimer: I always forget to put this on. None of these characters are mine. Dammit.
Summary: Sirius‘ love letters have a way of falling into the wrong hands.
Author's notes: Post-Veil!Sirius Yet another lolly_says bunny but aswhitmans_kiss plays the Remus to my Sirius, I know she doesn’t mind . Doesn’t follow game canon, though it could be said to follow Intact. Er, our Remus and Sirius are switchy - suppose I should mention that. Also, unbeta'd.
My dearest vixen,
I now know all there is to know. You have been laid bare before me, your troubles and your sorrows, and your means of coping exposed. I am still here, and yet you still make me wait, longing to have you in my bed. I want for us to make love into the wee hours of the morning, I want to watch your body heat up and flush so beautifully-
Harry had already read more than he cared to, but at this his fingers curled into the parchment, crinkling it.
“Damn.”
It wasn’t his to throw away now that it was ruined, but how was he supposed to tell Sirius he would need to write a new letter? To put it simply, he could never, and would never, admit to reading something so personal. In fact, he’s certain if he explained this to Ginny she would reward with a well-placed ‘Obliviate!‘
*
Remus,
I must say I am disappointed, but not entirely surprised you disregarded my earlier note. Not even so much as a knowing smirk, very disheartening all in all. You are a very cool customer there, Remus my love, but I will find a way to get through to you, and get you back into my bed.
Your Sirius
“Teddy! No!” cried an exasperated Remus, pulling the soggy, ruined bit of parchment out of the baby’s mouth and grubby hands, and Vanishing it.
*
My vixen,
I wonder if you remember that little hay filled barn in Greece? We spent a warm afternoon there on conjured blankets over the straw and spent hours mapping each other’s bodies with our fingers and mouths.
I love the picture I took that day. I chanced across it that box of old photographs you showed me. You have a look in your eye of such want, you were so free and unguarded there in Greece.
Will you let me take you back there someday? We could find that old barn and learn each other all over again. I remember well how you took me, filling me, only moments after that photo was snapped.
Do you remember how I teased you? I said it would be wank material when I was old and grey, an entirely lecherous old man perving on young nubile eighteen year old boy. That was when you pounced on me, whispering to me that you wanted my arse, that you were going to fuck me slowly until I was begging you to let me come.
You fulfilled that promise and then some, do you remember? I begged you for more, for harder, for something, and you gave and gave and gave.
That photograph was key to my taking that first phial of potion. I know you don’t know that, but you should. I couldn’t stand seeing you so wanton, so thoroughly fucked, and have no responding physical response.
As you barely touch me anymore, that photograph is really all I have to get me through the lonely nights without you. What are you afraid of, vixen? Life is short, please don’t make me wait too much longer.
Your Sirius
The letter had been addressed to Remus, and in Sirius’ handwriting. Draco knew this had been a dangerous move, to peek at his reluctant benefactor’s personal correspondence, but the Slytherin in him simply couldn’t help it.
A part of him felt ridiculously smug; proud, arrogant Sirius, alpha-male Sirius, begging for favor from quiet, unassuming Remus.
Not that he could do or say anything about his discovery. Sirius’ tolerance will not stretch to cover Draco willfully reading love letters to Remus; of this much he was certain.
Not that he wouldn’t like to - though it was months old by now, he was still sore about the attack on Blaise, and the ‘bordello’ comment still sat uneasily inside him, stinging whenever he thought on it.
So he did the only thing a petty, vengeful creature like himself could do in a situation like this - he tossed the letter into the sitting room fire and watched cream parchment burn and disintegrate into ash.
*
Remus
This is getting-
Lolly sighed and puts the note aside. There wasn’t anything that happened in her house that she didn’t know about. She knew that Harry and Draco found personal notes from Master Sirius to Master Remus, and that Teddy ruined one with his gummy baby mouth. She also knew that her Master was not a man to give up, and that he will grow more determined with each failure.
Destroying the note is really for the best, she decided. The sooner Master Sirius quit leaving these notes around for Master Remus to find, and simply told him how he feels, the better.
*
Remus didn’t know what to make of the expression Sirius was wearing as he stomped into the kitchen. He was not alone at the breakfast table that morning, in fact the only absence belonged to Sirius himself, which was telling in its own right.
“Here,” said Sirius. He shoved a letter at Remus. “Maybe if I just hand it to you myself, you can’t pretend you didn’t find them.”
Sirius, in a very decided strop, turned on his heel and left the kitchen.
Remus carefully unfolded the letter and scanned it. He glanced at his companions, none of whom will meet his eye.
He sighed.
“Well,” he said, and looked at Teddy. “Harry, would you watch Teddy for a few hours. It seems there is something I must attend to.”
“O-Of course,” stammered Harry.
Remus rose, when he reached the doorway, he paused.
“The next time any of you run across a note to me from Sirius, I’m sure you will be kind enough to deliver it.”
He doesn’t wait for an answer. Teddy is in safe hands, and for the next few hours - well, to be perfectly frank, it isn’t any of your business what he’ll be getting up to.
*
Author:
ceredwensiriusWritten For:
whitmans_kiss because she made me icons for my newest fandom obsession Animal X (see icon)Rating: R for talk of sex, though nothing happens
Word Count:
Warnings: awful schmoop (which she asked for - that and love letters)
Characters/Pairing: Remus/Sirius
Disclaimer: I always forget to put this on. None of these characters are mine. Dammit.
Summary: Sirius‘ love letters have a way of falling into the wrong hands.
Author's notes: Post-Veil!Sirius Yet another lolly_says bunny but as
whitmans_kiss plays the Remus to my Sirius, I know she doesn’t mind . Doesn’t follow game canon, though it could be said to follow Intact. Er, our Remus and Sirius are switchy - suppose I should mention that. Also, unbeta'd. My dearest vixen,
I now know all there is to know. You have been laid bare before me, your troubles and your sorrows, and your means of coping exposed. I am still here, and yet you still make me wait, longing to have you in my bed. I want for us to make love into the wee hours of the morning, I want to watch your body heat up and flush so beautifully-
Harry had already read more than he cared to, but at this his fingers curled into the parchment, crinkling it.
“Damn.”
It wasn’t his to throw away now that it was ruined, but how was he supposed to tell Sirius he would need to write a new letter? To put it simply, he could never, and would never, admit to reading something so personal. In fact, he’s certain if he explained this to Ginny she would reward with a well-placed ‘Obliviate!‘
*
Remus,
I must say I am disappointed, but not entirely surprised you disregarded my earlier note. Not even so much as a knowing smirk, very disheartening all in all. You are a very cool customer there, Remus my love, but I will find a way to get through to you, and get you back into my bed.
Your Sirius
“Teddy! No!” cried an exasperated Remus, pulling the soggy, ruined bit of parchment out of the baby’s mouth and grubby hands, and Vanishing it.
*
My vixen,
I wonder if you remember that little hay filled barn in Greece? We spent a warm afternoon there on conjured blankets over the straw and spent hours mapping each other’s bodies with our fingers and mouths.
I love the picture I took that day. I chanced across it that box of old photographs you showed me. You have a look in your eye of such want, you were so free and unguarded there in Greece.
Will you let me take you back there someday? We could find that old barn and learn each other all over again. I remember well how you took me, filling me, only moments after that photo was snapped.
Do you remember how I teased you? I said it would be wank material when I was old and grey, an entirely lecherous old man perving on young nubile eighteen year old boy. That was when you pounced on me, whispering to me that you wanted my arse, that you were going to fuck me slowly until I was begging you to let me come.
You fulfilled that promise and then some, do you remember? I begged you for more, for harder, for something, and you gave and gave and gave.
That photograph was key to my taking that first phial of potion. I know you don’t know that, but you should. I couldn’t stand seeing you so wanton, so thoroughly fucked, and have no responding physical response.
As you barely touch me anymore, that photograph is really all I have to get me through the lonely nights without you. What are you afraid of, vixen? Life is short, please don’t make me wait too much longer.
Your Sirius
The letter had been addressed to Remus, and in Sirius’ handwriting. Draco knew this had been a dangerous move, to peek at his reluctant benefactor’s personal correspondence, but the Slytherin in him simply couldn’t help it.
A part of him felt ridiculously smug; proud, arrogant Sirius, alpha-male Sirius, begging for favor from quiet, unassuming Remus.
Not that he could do or say anything about his discovery. Sirius’ tolerance will not stretch to cover Draco willfully reading love letters to Remus; of this much he was certain.
Not that he wouldn’t like to - though it was months old by now, he was still sore about the attack on Blaise, and the ‘bordello’ comment still sat uneasily inside him, stinging whenever he thought on it.
So he did the only thing a petty, vengeful creature like himself could do in a situation like this - he tossed the letter into the sitting room fire and watched cream parchment burn and disintegrate into ash.
*
Remus
This is getting-
Lolly sighed and puts the note aside. There wasn’t anything that happened in her house that she didn’t know about. She knew that Harry and Draco found personal notes from Master Sirius to Master Remus, and that Teddy ruined one with his gummy baby mouth. She also knew that her Master was not a man to give up, and that he will grow more determined with each failure.
Destroying the note is really for the best, she decided. The sooner Master Sirius quit leaving these notes around for Master Remus to find, and simply told him how he feels, the better.
*
Remus didn’t know what to make of the expression Sirius was wearing as he stomped into the kitchen. He was not alone at the breakfast table that morning, in fact the only absence belonged to Sirius himself, which was telling in its own right.
“Here,” said Sirius. He shoved a letter at Remus. “Maybe if I just hand it to you myself, you can’t pretend you didn’t find them.”
Sirius, in a very decided strop, turned on his heel and left the kitchen.
Remus carefully unfolded the letter and scanned it. He glanced at his companions, none of whom will meet his eye.
He sighed.
“Well,” he said, and looked at Teddy. “Harry, would you watch Teddy for a few hours. It seems there is something I must attend to.”
“O-Of course,” stammered Harry.
Remus rose, when he reached the doorway, he paused.
“The next time any of you run across a note to me from Sirius, I’m sure you will be kind enough to deliver it.”
He doesn’t wait for an answer. Teddy is in safe hands, and for the next few hours - well, to be perfectly frank, it isn’t any of your business what he’ll be getting up to.
*
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Very funny! And damned if I don't wish I was getting notes like that!
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