I've never written HP fanfic before, and to be honest I haven't read any of the books since OotP came out, so characterization may be dubious. It's also less suave-and-confident!Sirius and more socially-inept-and-slightly-squishy!Sirius, and Remus is more long-suffering and snarky than shy thus far...but it didn't look like anyone else planned to fill this one, so better this than nothing?
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Sirius and James had spent Christmas break cavorting around Muggle London—James in some misbegotten attempt to connect with Lily Evans by learning more about her ‘culture of origin,’ and Sirius because, as he so charmingly put it, “Muggle girls are easy to pull.” As if to emphasize this point, he whipped out his wand and executed a flurry of rapid back-and-forth flicks aimed at his bed, resulting in a series of 7 short lines marching down his bedpost to join the 15 already there. Remus was fairly certain the phrase “a notch in the bedpost” was intended to be metaphorical, but Sirius had always been rather literal.
“How about you, Moony? Get any action over break?” Sirius asked, waggling his eyebrows suggestively.
“I suppose you could call it that,” Remus replied, trying to keep his tone light and flippant. I already knew Sirius would shag anything that moves, it’s no use continuing to get bothered over it, he reminded himself. Not that it helped much.
Sirius jerked his head away from his idle admiration of his freshly vandalized bedpost, fixing Remus with a wide-eyed stare. “You’re talking about some book, right? Or your little problem?” His voice seemed to waver slightly, and Remus blinked in confusion.
“What do you think, Sirius? We’ve had this discussion before.”
“And I’ve told you, what you are shouldn’t stop you from having a relationship!”
“I don’t want to tell people, Sirius!” he gritted out from between clenched teeth.
“Then don’t! Date someone who already knows!” Sirius retorted, as though it were the most natural solution in the world.
Remus tried not to roll his eyes. “Assuming we’re not considering anyone born before 1950, that limits me to James, Peter, you, and—“ Sirius winced. “—Snape.”
“I—“
“And in case you hadn’t noticed,” he continued, cutting what was no doubt another apology off at the pass, “Peter has been dating Diana Bixby for almost a year now, James has been pining after Lily for far longer than that, and if you think I’d want to date Snape we’re dropping this conversation and taking you straight to Madam Pomfrey.”
Sirius frowned. “What about me?” Remus stared at him incredulously.
“You don’t do relationships.”
“I could!” he retorted, looking oddly hurt.
“Excuse me if I have trouble believing that. Now if you don’t mind, I’m going to dinner.”
Re: Request - a top Sirius a bottom Remus .
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Sirius and James had spent Christmas break cavorting around Muggle London—James in some misbegotten attempt to connect with Lily Evans by learning more about her ‘culture of origin,’ and Sirius because, as he so charmingly put it, “Muggle girls are easy to pull.” As if to emphasize this point, he whipped out his wand and executed a flurry of rapid back-and-forth flicks aimed at his bed, resulting in a series of 7 short lines marching down his bedpost to join the 15 already there. Remus was fairly certain the phrase “a notch in the bedpost” was intended to be metaphorical, but Sirius had always been rather literal.
“How about you, Moony? Get any action over break?” Sirius asked, waggling his eyebrows suggestively.
“I suppose you could call it that,” Remus replied, trying to keep his tone light and flippant. I already knew Sirius would shag anything that moves, it’s no use continuing to get bothered over it, he reminded himself. Not that it helped much.
Sirius jerked his head away from his idle admiration of his freshly vandalized bedpost, fixing Remus with a wide-eyed stare. “You’re talking about some book, right? Or your little problem?” His voice seemed to waver slightly, and Remus blinked in confusion.
“What do you think, Sirius? We’ve had this discussion before.”
“And I’ve told you, what you are shouldn’t stop you from having a relationship!”
“I don’t want to tell people, Sirius!” he gritted out from between clenched teeth.
“Then don’t! Date someone who already knows!” Sirius retorted, as though it were the most natural solution in the world.
Remus tried not to roll his eyes. “Assuming we’re not considering anyone born before 1950, that limits me to James, Peter, you, and—“ Sirius winced. “—Snape.”
“I—“
“And in case you hadn’t noticed,” he continued, cutting what was no doubt another apology off at the pass, “Peter has been dating Diana Bixby for almost a year now, James has been pining after Lily for far longer than that, and if you think I’d want to date Snape we’re dropping this conversation and taking you straight to Madam Pomfrey.”
Sirius frowned. “What about me?” Remus stared at him incredulously.
“You don’t do relationships.”
“I could!” he retorted, looking oddly hurt.
“Excuse me if I have trouble believing that. Now if you don’t mind, I’m going to dinner.”