okay, a couple things. first: sorry for using James/Lily as a plot device, but they lend themselves to it so well, and i want to get to the porn without writing a whole novel preceding it. second: i hope Sirius does not come off as too OOC in this, but i think due to the nature of the request, i will have to make him a bit more of a bastard than he should be. Not to say he's not kind of a dick sometimes! but this will probably be worse. third: this is typed straight into the comment box, no beta, and I hope you enjoy it!
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Remus Lupin was not a gambling man.
It came from having precious little to spare in the first place; he learned early on not to bet what he could not afford to lose. Wretched as his luck typically was, it did him no good to lose his few extra comforts over something so easily avoided as a bet. The potential of winning and doubling his investment wasn't worth the risk of having nothing, as far as he was concerned.
Only, he hadn't put any material possessions on the line, and all his Arithmancy calculations had indicated a probability so low as to be worse than one in a million, odds that even reserved Remus Lupin felt secure in saying, "That will never happen!"
And Sirius had said, "Wanna bet?"
It was probably the grin that did it. Sirius had that carefree smile, genuine and with an all-consuming charm. How could Remus resist grinning back and responding, "Sure!"
Really, who could have predicted that Lily Evans would agree to date James Potter before graduation, and that Sirius Black would recall the terms of the bet they'd made three years prior?
"Never again," Remus promised himself. "Never, ever again." He was officially through with gambling. Were somebody to ask to bet against the sky being blue, Remus wouldn't take it. It would be just his luck for the sky to turn all manner of pinks and orange at high noon just to spite him.
"Never fear, mate, you're in good hands!" But Sirius's genuine, rakish grin did not inspire similar good humour out of Remus this time.
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So, Remus blamed Lily for giving in to James's charms, but he had to blame himself for agreeing to the bet in the first place. It was also with deep regret that he realized (and Sirius gleefully pointed out) that they had not set a time limit for the terms of the bet. "Loser has to do whatever the winner says!" was all they had bothered to clarify, with the understanding that Lily would never agree to date James, and that Remus would never collect on his winnings. Yet here they were, Remus owing an indeterminate favour to Sirius, and unable to bargain for a shorter term without the other boys calling him a sore loser. He would have to take whatever sentence Sirius decreed--or he could dispute it, have James and Peter call him a coward and a prat and a swot, and then acquiesce to Sirius's demands anyway. No, easier to agree from the beginning to--
"Well, how about you just do what I say until I get bored?"
"No."
"Good Merlin, Remus! You're such a sore loser!" And there, predictably, was James's input. He didn't mean it, of course. Remus didn't think James was capable of an unpleasant thought since Lily had kissed him. But he was overflowing with excitement, and James had never quite known how to channel all that energy of his. So into ribbing Remus it went.
"I know, right. It's not like he took a bet to it or anything. He's had plenty of time to call it off, too!" Sirius snickered.
Remus frowned. "Oh, like you would have let me, without calling me a colossal wet blanket and girl's blouse and all sorts of--"
"Remus."
Sirius cut him off. He was still smirking, but clearly trying to tone it down.
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Date: 2011-01-17 04:34 am (UTC)sorry for using James/Lily as a plot device, but they lend themselves to it so well, and i want to get to the porn without writing a whole novel preceding it.
second: i hope Sirius does not come off as too OOC in this, but i think due to the nature of the request, i will have to make him a bit more of a bastard than he should be. Not to say he's not kind of a dick sometimes! but this will probably be worse.
third: this is typed straight into the comment box, no beta, and I hope you enjoy it!
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Remus Lupin was not a gambling man.
It came from having precious little to spare in the first place; he learned early on not to bet what he could not afford to lose. Wretched as his luck typically was, it did him no good to lose his few extra comforts over something so easily avoided as a bet. The potential of winning and doubling his investment wasn't worth the risk of having nothing, as far as he was concerned.
Only, he hadn't put any material possessions on the line, and all his Arithmancy calculations had indicated a probability so low as to be worse than one in a million, odds that even reserved Remus Lupin felt secure in saying, "That will never happen!"
And Sirius had said, "Wanna bet?"
It was probably the grin that did it. Sirius had that carefree smile, genuine and with an all-consuming charm. How could Remus resist grinning back and responding, "Sure!"
Really, who could have predicted that Lily Evans would agree to date James Potter before graduation, and that Sirius Black would recall the terms of the bet they'd made three years prior?
"Never again," Remus promised himself. "Never, ever again." He was officially through with gambling. Were somebody to ask to bet against the sky being blue, Remus wouldn't take it. It would be just his luck for the sky to turn all manner of pinks and orange at high noon just to spite him.
"Never fear, mate, you're in good hands!" But Sirius's genuine, rakish grin did not inspire similar good humour out of Remus this time.
--
So, Remus blamed Lily for giving in to James's charms, but he had to blame himself for agreeing to the bet in the first place. It was also with deep regret that he realized (and Sirius gleefully pointed out) that they had not set a time limit for the terms of the bet. "Loser has to do whatever the winner says!" was all they had bothered to clarify, with the understanding that Lily would never agree to date James, and that Remus would never collect on his winnings. Yet here they were, Remus owing an indeterminate favour to Sirius, and unable to bargain for a shorter term without the other boys calling him a sore loser. He would have to take whatever sentence Sirius decreed--or he could dispute it, have James and Peter call him a coward and a prat and a swot, and then acquiesce to Sirius's demands anyway. No, easier to agree from the beginning to--
"Well, how about you just do what I say until I get bored?"
"No."
"Good Merlin, Remus! You're such a sore loser!" And there, predictably, was James's input. He didn't mean it, of course. Remus didn't think James was capable of an unpleasant thought since Lily had kissed him. But he was overflowing with excitement, and James had never quite known how to channel all that energy of his. So into ribbing Remus it went.
"I know, right. It's not like he took a bet to it or anything. He's had plenty of time to call it off, too!" Sirius snickered.
Remus frowned. "Oh, like you would have let me, without calling me a colossal wet blanket and girl's blouse and all sorts of--"
"Remus."
Sirius cut him off. He was still smirking, but clearly trying to tone it down.
"Remus. Don't you trust me?"