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ramen_addict's theory that the Trick was not as traumatic as we make it out to be and by a direct quote from her comments. Also for musesfool who says there's not enough puppyslash on her Flist.
The morning after the Trick, Remus/Sirius but nothing graphic.
Every Werewolf Has His Price
Remus Lupin blinked his eyes open, taking in the familiar sight of the infirmary, the familiar feel of starchy sheets crinkling underneath him.
"You awake finally?"
Remus turned his head slightly to see Sirius Black slouching hostilely in a chair beside his bed, arms crossed and peering through his too-long hair defiantly.
"Took you long enough," Sirius grumbled. "It's boring as all hell here."
"Why are you here?" Remus yawned, rolling over slightly so he could look at Sirius while still snuggling under his blankets. "I could hate you forever, you know."
"James kicked me out of the room," Sirius reported sourly. "He's furious. Are you going to hate me forever? I don't think I've done enough to warrant eternal hatred."
"Well," Remus thought about holding up his fingers to count Sirius' crimes, but couldn't summon the energy, "you've nearly got someone killed, nearly outed the three of you as unregistered Animagi, nearly got all of us expelled, and broken your solemn Marauder oath to keep my secret. More importantly, you broke your word to me."
Sirius scowled at the ground.
"You didn't answer my question," he said.
"Do you ever just admit when you're wrong?" Remus let his eyes slide closed, suddenly very tired. "Have you ever apologized to anyone during your entire life?"
"I don't apologize when I'm not sorry," Sirius replied snappishly. "I'm not sorry Snivellus is a spying berk and he nearly got killed for sneaking around after us. I'm not sorry that nobody knows we're Animagi. I'm not sorry that we aren't expelled. And," he spat with sudden venom, "I'm NOT sorry Potter is getting an award for services to the school! And he has the nerve to shout at me about it!"
"Imagine that," Remus murmured, eyes still closed. "That wasn't every crime I named, however. You aren't off the hook yet, Mr. Padfoot."
Sirius was silent for so long that Remus finally cracked an eye to make sure he hadn't left. Sirius was staring at the ground, letting his hair swing forward to hide most of his face. What Remus could see of his face was set in a deep frown.
"You do of course realize," Remus said in an entirely too reasonable voice, "that if it got out that I was a werewolf and I had nearly eaten a student, I'd be expelled immediately. Probably ruin the rest of my life as well, couldn't get a job and such."
"You do realize that if it gets out I'm sleeping with you I'll be just as fucked," Sirius snarled. "You aren't the only martyr here, Mr. Moony."
"If I were in your position, I'd be very careful about starting a contest over who's got the most to lose here," Remus said calmly. "I'll still be a werewolf no matter what. Play your cards right, and I'll be very willing to remove the threat of others finding out you spend one out of three nights in my bed."
Sirius flinched a little.
"Don't," he said, unclear whether he meant 'don't threaten me' or 'don't break up with me'.
"I've got nothing but time, Sirius," Remus shrugged, rolling over to put his back to Sirius, not seeing Sirius flinch again at the rare use of his first name. "Unless I'm sent home in disgrace, that is. Sit there glaring at the floor as long as you like."
After a few minutes, Remus heard the scrape of a chair and supposed that Sirius was leaving, but then felt a weight sink down on the edge of the bed. A hand tugged his shoulder until he rolled back towards Sirius, aided by the slope of the mattress.
"Don't," Sirius said again, looking down at the sheets beside him rather than Remus' face. Remus glanced down to see Sirius moving his hand against the bed, making helpless little circles with his fingertips, as if he were trying to reach for Remus' hand without moving. Remus ignored it.
"If you've got something to say, Sirius," Remus used his name again deliberately, watching the wince dispassionately, "you'd better say it."
"Snivel…Snape probably already knew," Sirius said.
"No excuse," Remus pronounced.
"I only meant to scare him," Sirius tried again. "So he'd leave us alone."
"No," Remus said.
"I hadn't…" a small line of concentration appeared between Sirius' eyebrows. "I didn't mean for him to find out about you for sure."
"Not good enough."
"I…" Sirius' mouth tightened. "If you get sent home I will consider it as a direct result of an event which I instigated unremorsefully."
"You nearly had it until that last word," Remus clucked his tongue. "If you have ever meant any affectionate utterance that you've made to me, you had better say it."
Sirius pursed his lips.
"Right. Now."
"I'm sorry I broke my promise to you."
The words would have been inaudible to a non-werewolf, which Remus found highly ironic, but he moved one hand to brush fingers with Sirius at last. Sirius' expression didn't change, but he seized Remus' fingers tightly, his hand very cold.
"Just tell me what you want me to do," Sirius mumbled.
"Think it's just that easy, don't you?" Remus asked. "Think you can pay your way out of this like everything else? An attitude worthy of the heir to the noble and most ancient house of Black."
Sirius' grip on Remus' hand tightened and his jaw clenched, but he took the jab. Remus was impressed; the same insult had nearly earned Sirius' cousin an Unforgivable last fall.
"Name your terms," he said after a moment.
"I'll have to think about it," Remus yawned delicately. "I'm far too tired to come up with impossible demands just this moment. There's going to be loads of chocolate involved, that's for bloody sure. And sexual favors out the…well, lots of those as well."
Remus squeezed Sirius' hand a final time before pulling it back under the blanket and snuggling back down into the pillows, intending to sleep for the rest of the day or until he could work up some proper ire, whichever came first.
After a moment, it became apparent that Sirius was not going anywhere.
"Go away," Remus commanded. "Be prepared to grovel when I wake up."
"Say you won't give me the freeze, like that time in Third Year."
If Remus' eyes had been open, he would have rolled them at Sirius' childish demand that he had no business making.
"I'm not going to stop speaking to you again," he said instead. "It's far more fun to make your life miserable for a while. Go work on your atonement and let me sleep."
"What do you want me to do?" Sirius asked suspiciously.
"You're clever enough to be a dog when you want," Remus sighed, almost asleep. "Figure it out."
* * * * * *
When Remus was thinking more clearly that night on the way back to the dormitory, he reasoned that he ought to stay angry at Sirius for at least until the next full moon, or he would never learn anything from all of this.
In the room, Remus stretched the kinks out of his neck and wondered idly why his bed hangings were drawn. He stepped closer and pulled a hanging aside, glancing over what lay on his bed calmly.
Sirius raised an eyebrow at him, sprawled across his pillows, wearing only the chocolate icing across his chest.
It spelled out 'Remus Lupin is my Supreme Deity', and looked to be dark chocolate, all of which Remus found highly acceptable.
"Close the curtain," Sirius said shortly. "It's cold."
Remus allowed the hanging to swing closed behind him, telling himself that he was removing his robe and shirt only so that they didn't get stained. He sat on his bed and leaned over to lick the top off the 'R' in 'Remus'.
Dark orange chocolate, he noticed, impressed despite himself. Sirius had been very clever indeed.
"Three weeks, then," he murmured, cutting off Sirius' question with his lips.
ramen_addict's theory that the Trick was not as traumatic as we make it out to be and by a direct quote from her comments. Also for musesfool who says there's not enough puppyslash on her Flist.The morning after the Trick, Remus/Sirius but nothing graphic.
Every Werewolf Has His Price
Remus Lupin blinked his eyes open, taking in the familiar sight of the infirmary, the familiar feel of starchy sheets crinkling underneath him.
"You awake finally?"
Remus turned his head slightly to see Sirius Black slouching hostilely in a chair beside his bed, arms crossed and peering through his too-long hair defiantly.
"Took you long enough," Sirius grumbled. "It's boring as all hell here."
"Why are you here?" Remus yawned, rolling over slightly so he could look at Sirius while still snuggling under his blankets. "I could hate you forever, you know."
"James kicked me out of the room," Sirius reported sourly. "He's furious. Are you going to hate me forever? I don't think I've done enough to warrant eternal hatred."
"Well," Remus thought about holding up his fingers to count Sirius' crimes, but couldn't summon the energy, "you've nearly got someone killed, nearly outed the three of you as unregistered Animagi, nearly got all of us expelled, and broken your solemn Marauder oath to keep my secret. More importantly, you broke your word to me."
Sirius scowled at the ground.
"You didn't answer my question," he said.
"Do you ever just admit when you're wrong?" Remus let his eyes slide closed, suddenly very tired. "Have you ever apologized to anyone during your entire life?"
"I don't apologize when I'm not sorry," Sirius replied snappishly. "I'm not sorry Snivellus is a spying berk and he nearly got killed for sneaking around after us. I'm not sorry that nobody knows we're Animagi. I'm not sorry that we aren't expelled. And," he spat with sudden venom, "I'm NOT sorry Potter is getting an award for services to the school! And he has the nerve to shout at me about it!"
"Imagine that," Remus murmured, eyes still closed. "That wasn't every crime I named, however. You aren't off the hook yet, Mr. Padfoot."
Sirius was silent for so long that Remus finally cracked an eye to make sure he hadn't left. Sirius was staring at the ground, letting his hair swing forward to hide most of his face. What Remus could see of his face was set in a deep frown.
"You do of course realize," Remus said in an entirely too reasonable voice, "that if it got out that I was a werewolf and I had nearly eaten a student, I'd be expelled immediately. Probably ruin the rest of my life as well, couldn't get a job and such."
"You do realize that if it gets out I'm sleeping with you I'll be just as fucked," Sirius snarled. "You aren't the only martyr here, Mr. Moony."
"If I were in your position, I'd be very careful about starting a contest over who's got the most to lose here," Remus said calmly. "I'll still be a werewolf no matter what. Play your cards right, and I'll be very willing to remove the threat of others finding out you spend one out of three nights in my bed."
Sirius flinched a little.
"Don't," he said, unclear whether he meant 'don't threaten me' or 'don't break up with me'.
"I've got nothing but time, Sirius," Remus shrugged, rolling over to put his back to Sirius, not seeing Sirius flinch again at the rare use of his first name. "Unless I'm sent home in disgrace, that is. Sit there glaring at the floor as long as you like."
After a few minutes, Remus heard the scrape of a chair and supposed that Sirius was leaving, but then felt a weight sink down on the edge of the bed. A hand tugged his shoulder until he rolled back towards Sirius, aided by the slope of the mattress.
"Don't," Sirius said again, looking down at the sheets beside him rather than Remus' face. Remus glanced down to see Sirius moving his hand against the bed, making helpless little circles with his fingertips, as if he were trying to reach for Remus' hand without moving. Remus ignored it.
"If you've got something to say, Sirius," Remus used his name again deliberately, watching the wince dispassionately, "you'd better say it."
"Snivel…Snape probably already knew," Sirius said.
"No excuse," Remus pronounced.
"I only meant to scare him," Sirius tried again. "So he'd leave us alone."
"No," Remus said.
"I hadn't…" a small line of concentration appeared between Sirius' eyebrows. "I didn't mean for him to find out about you for sure."
"Not good enough."
"I…" Sirius' mouth tightened. "If you get sent home I will consider it as a direct result of an event which I instigated unremorsefully."
"You nearly had it until that last word," Remus clucked his tongue. "If you have ever meant any affectionate utterance that you've made to me, you had better say it."
Sirius pursed his lips.
"Right. Now."
"I'm sorry I broke my promise to you."
The words would have been inaudible to a non-werewolf, which Remus found highly ironic, but he moved one hand to brush fingers with Sirius at last. Sirius' expression didn't change, but he seized Remus' fingers tightly, his hand very cold.
"Just tell me what you want me to do," Sirius mumbled.
"Think it's just that easy, don't you?" Remus asked. "Think you can pay your way out of this like everything else? An attitude worthy of the heir to the noble and most ancient house of Black."
Sirius' grip on Remus' hand tightened and his jaw clenched, but he took the jab. Remus was impressed; the same insult had nearly earned Sirius' cousin an Unforgivable last fall.
"Name your terms," he said after a moment.
"I'll have to think about it," Remus yawned delicately. "I'm far too tired to come up with impossible demands just this moment. There's going to be loads of chocolate involved, that's for bloody sure. And sexual favors out the…well, lots of those as well."
Remus squeezed Sirius' hand a final time before pulling it back under the blanket and snuggling back down into the pillows, intending to sleep for the rest of the day or until he could work up some proper ire, whichever came first.
After a moment, it became apparent that Sirius was not going anywhere.
"Go away," Remus commanded. "Be prepared to grovel when I wake up."
"Say you won't give me the freeze, like that time in Third Year."
If Remus' eyes had been open, he would have rolled them at Sirius' childish demand that he had no business making.
"I'm not going to stop speaking to you again," he said instead. "It's far more fun to make your life miserable for a while. Go work on your atonement and let me sleep."
"What do you want me to do?" Sirius asked suspiciously.
"You're clever enough to be a dog when you want," Remus sighed, almost asleep. "Figure it out."
* * * * * *
When Remus was thinking more clearly that night on the way back to the dormitory, he reasoned that he ought to stay angry at Sirius for at least until the next full moon, or he would never learn anything from all of this.
In the room, Remus stretched the kinks out of his neck and wondered idly why his bed hangings were drawn. He stepped closer and pulled a hanging aside, glancing over what lay on his bed calmly.
Sirius raised an eyebrow at him, sprawled across his pillows, wearing only the chocolate icing across his chest.
It spelled out 'Remus Lupin is my Supreme Deity', and looked to be dark chocolate, all of which Remus found highly acceptable.
"Close the curtain," Sirius said shortly. "It's cold."
Remus allowed the hanging to swing closed behind him, telling himself that he was removing his robe and shirt only so that they didn't get stained. He sat on his bed and leaned over to lick the top off the 'R' in 'Remus'.
Dark orange chocolate, he noticed, impressed despite himself. Sirius had been very clever indeed.
"Three weeks, then," he murmured, cutting off Sirius' question with his lips.
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Highly Acceptable! *g*
Date: 2003-12-09 03:55 am (UTC)*loves*
Lordy, lordy, Sara! This is delish -- a great take on The Trick. It feels really consistent with OotP!Remus's characterisation, especially given the casualness with which he jokes about the OWL question on werewolves. Sirius is also very IC -- pouty spoiled brat that he is!
Squee!
(Are you getting revved up to write some femmeslash? ;) Start planning, baby, I'm a sobersister!)
Re: Highly Acceptable! *g*
Date: 2003-12-09 05:51 am (UTC)Femmeslash my ass. You'd better have a nice little plot lined up for Nell/Sirius.
"Oh Sirius," Nell pled with tears in her concerned eyes. "Harry needs a solid father figure so badly!" She sidled closer. "I could do with a father figure myself..."
Re: Highly Acceptable! *g*
Date: 2003-12-09 05:57 am (UTC)Er, hasn't your mother called you YET? Only, it's Meg's 21st...
Sigh.
Re: Highly Acceptable! *g*
Date: 2003-12-09 06:31 am (UTC)and ends in "k, haul your ass to the computer and write me some smut!"
Re: Highly Acceptable! *g*
Date: 2003-12-09 07:19 am (UTC)*whips out AK-47* Get started on my femmeslash, girlie! Grr!
*grin*
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Date: 2003-12-09 04:26 am (UTC)I love your pouty, spoiled, I-don't-believe-in-apologies Sirius - he's the best, and I think I could really like this Prank aftermath a lot better than the traditionally uber-angsty one.
(Incidentally, hi! - joining your 'friend of' list via both glitter!fic and 'The Most Ridiculous First Name I've Ever Heard,' both of which were absolutely amazing and thoroughly blew my mind)
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Date: 2003-12-09 05:48 am (UTC)thanks! poutyspoiled!Sirius has been pleasing me of late, right up there with randomobscenecomment!James on my list. I can't really imagine anything less than the threat of celibacy making Sirius apologize, I found it difficult to write the dialogue for it, which led to a lot of plausibility.
Even then, he'd have to want Remus an awful lot not to play the "i can have anyone I WANT you stupid Dark Creature" card, in my opinion.
hello back! welcome aboard!
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Date: 2003-12-10 05:06 am (UTC)And the final image in your story was to die for. Hee!
A Black doesn't apologize. Ever - I don't think he understands the real purpose of apologies and if he utters them they certainly are not heartfelt. My guess is that the one you wrote out is his first sincere stab at being sorry.
I'm a firm believer in poutyspoiled!Sirius too. I refuse to believe that 10 years with his family, being brought up as the heir to the Noble House of Black had no lasting effect on him - hell, before he went to Hogwarts he probably had absolutely no clue as to how the real world functioned, and certainly felt he was entitled to telling Lily Evans that she was a Mudblood upon meeting her, because it was the truth. justsortedintoGryffindor!Sirius is one fun sulky angry creature.
And slut-in-potentia!Sirius is a much better concept than simply slut!Sirius, although I can't quite decide whether he'd manage to always ignore the temptation to really have anyone he wanted. 10 years of being at the top of the world are hard to cast aside, teenage rebellion against the family nonwithstanding...
*happy sigh* theirloveissocanon. ;)
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Date: 2003-12-09 04:48 am (UTC)The fic was yum-tastic, though, and I think you actually managed to pull my idea and your IncreasinglyDetached!Remus into a happy-enough whole. And is the third-year reference the same as in your glitter-fic? I suspect it is, you see.
Also! Typo I think! Although by the time I finally get this posted it might already be gone. "Don't," Sirius said again, looking down at the sheets beside rather than Remus' beside. What's with all those besides? *pokes fic*
That is all, I think! Glad to be of muse-service!
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Date: 2003-12-09 05:32 am (UTC)glad you liked it, since it was you-inspired. Yeah, good catch about the "the Freeze" comment, one of these days I might have to WRITE the Third Year incident.
I LOVE that icon, it's fantastic! Witness the return of my own "christmassy" SiRe icon. ^_^*
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Date: 2003-12-09 05:41 am (UTC)I will poke you with a non-functional cattleprod at some point to get the Third Year Incident properly related, but not now, because you'd probably fall asleep on your keyboard or at least let even more typos slip through. >)
I witnessed like I was being cross-examined, and made a little "squee!" of delight at the Christmassy One's presence. And Paintshop Pro is my friend, that it is, making my own icon-crafting that much easier. Mmm, icons!
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Date: 2003-12-09 05:55 am (UTC)LOL! If ever anyone was going to write Law & Order slash, I would want those words to come out of Jack McCoy's lover's mouth.
*squirrels away quote in case there's ever the possibility of Sam Watterson lovin'*
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Date: 2003-12-09 06:16 am (UTC)If anyone writes Jack McCoy slash, it had damn well better not be Jack/Lenny. Augh. Yick. But frighteningly, I can completely hear your quote, there, coming out Lenny's mouth. Oh. This is bad.
And I suddenly realize not ONLY do I need to add Captain Jack Sparrow to this icon; I need McCoy, too.
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Date: 2003-12-09 07:55 am (UTC)"slouching hostilely" cracked me up. And Sirius is pretty talented if he can write all that backwards in a mirror. *g*
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Date: 2003-12-09 12:33 pm (UTC)hehe, thanks! I imagine teenage Sirius did most things hostilely at about that point. Happy you were entertained!
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Date: 2003-12-09 03:38 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-12-10 02:26 am (UTC)glad you liked the ending, i stifled a few snickers while typing that myself. Hehe!
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Date: 2003-12-09 04:43 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-12-10 02:33 am (UTC)After all, the only things we've ever seen Remus berate himself for was allowing his friends to do bad things... why should this be any different?
yes to all things listed, and it shouldn't, which is something we've all lost sight of in the parade of angst following OotP. I'm just as guilty as anybody, and I've decided the buck stops here. Or at