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donnaimmaculata we have some Narrative present, Remus/Sirius, with no mention of Pre-Azkaban romance.
I'm Too Old
"Bloody hell!" Sirius whined, hoisted the last box of books onto the desk and leaning against it with a groan. "Don't you own anything but books, you stupid werewolf?!"
"I told you not to lift it," Remus said reproachfully, turning from the bookcase he was filing books away in. "I said levitate it or something, or let me help you."
Sirius tried to stretch and nearly doubled over, gasping in pain.
"For Christ's sake, Sirius," Remus snapped, harsher than he'd intended. "What did you expect, you aren't a teenager anymore!"
Sirius stared pointedly at the floor, waiting for the pain in his side to dull to the point where he could go off and sulk someplace.
"I'm sorry," Remus said quietly after a moment. "I didn't mean to say that."
"Yes you did," Sirius said, refusing to look up. Remus sighed softly, unwilling to continue the argument.
"Come on, then," he said instead, pulling gently on Sirius' arm. "I've got some ointment in the medical kit."
Sirius jerked out of his grip with a painful grunt and cursed, but Remus knew it was directed at the house instead of at him, at the fact they needed to bring a first aid kit to come and live in this house like it was some sort of enemy territory.
It was enemy territory, actually, and Sirius knew it better than anybody.
Remus pushed Sirius towards his bedroom, admonishing him to take off his robes and lie down, and he'd be back in a minute after he dug up the ointment.
Remus felt slightly less tense in Sirius' old room than anywhere else in the house. It was partly because he'd been there during his school days, not many times but a few, and partly because most of Sirius' old Quidditch and rock star posters were still Everstuck to the wall.
The posters had all erupted into cheers the first time Sirius had come back into the room after nearly twenty years of absence, and Remus and Sirius had leaned against each other and laughed until they cried.
Remus sat down gingerly next to Sirius and laid a hand on Sirius' warm back to let him know he was there. Sirius had his face to the wall and said nothing.
Remus sighed a little, but didn't try to draw him out, offering silent apology by rubbing Grendaline's Mystical Muscle Relaxer into Sirius' muscles until Sirius stopped wincing at every touch.
"How do you feel?" Remus finally asked.
"Old," Sirius replied curtly, but he turned his face back to look at Remus. "I am old, aren't I?"
Remus wished Sirius would turn back to the wall so that he wouldn't have to stare Sirius' permanent damage in the face.
"Budge over," he said instead, kicking off his shoes and laying down next to Sirius. Sirius threw an arm over Remus' chest after a moment's hesitation and hugged him, a little too tightly. "Too much moving," Remus sighed.
"Yes," Sirius agreed. "Nap?"
"Nap," Remus nodded. He bent his head slightly to kiss Sirius, ignoring the second of hesitation again before Sirius kissed back, because the aggression that followed made up for it.
Sirius drew back suddenly and stared down at Remus, running a thumb along the werewolf's jaw thoughtfully.
"What?" Remus asked after a few moments.
"I wish I'd loved you before I was old," Sirius finally said, the childishness in his voice almost funny. And then, "I probably would have, if I'd known what sort of body you were hiding under those robes."
"Can't have everyone knowing about the sexiness," Remus replied with amusement, smiling faintly at the twitch that jerked Sirius when Remus drew fingertips down his bare chest. "I'd have been fighting people off with sticks." He hooked a finger into Sirius' trousers and pulled him closer, reaching around to massage tortured lower back muscles that probably shouldn't be doing this yet.
"What about the nap?" Sirius sighed into Remus' mouth.
"We don't need naps," Remus informed him carelessly. "Not before the shagging, anyway. Naps come after."
"Then maybe shagging again?" Sirius inquired with a raised eyebrow, a glimmer of old Sirius-banter bubbling up.
"Let's not get ahead of ourselves here," Remus answered dryly. "Some of us are old."
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donnaimmaculata we have some Narrative present, Remus/Sirius, with no mention of Pre-Azkaban romance. I'm Too Old
"Bloody hell!" Sirius whined, hoisted the last box of books onto the desk and leaning against it with a groan. "Don't you own anything but books, you stupid werewolf?!"
"I told you not to lift it," Remus said reproachfully, turning from the bookcase he was filing books away in. "I said levitate it or something, or let me help you."
Sirius tried to stretch and nearly doubled over, gasping in pain.
"For Christ's sake, Sirius," Remus snapped, harsher than he'd intended. "What did you expect, you aren't a teenager anymore!"
Sirius stared pointedly at the floor, waiting for the pain in his side to dull to the point where he could go off and sulk someplace.
"I'm sorry," Remus said quietly after a moment. "I didn't mean to say that."
"Yes you did," Sirius said, refusing to look up. Remus sighed softly, unwilling to continue the argument.
"Come on, then," he said instead, pulling gently on Sirius' arm. "I've got some ointment in the medical kit."
Sirius jerked out of his grip with a painful grunt and cursed, but Remus knew it was directed at the house instead of at him, at the fact they needed to bring a first aid kit to come and live in this house like it was some sort of enemy territory.
It was enemy territory, actually, and Sirius knew it better than anybody.
Remus pushed Sirius towards his bedroom, admonishing him to take off his robes and lie down, and he'd be back in a minute after he dug up the ointment.
Remus felt slightly less tense in Sirius' old room than anywhere else in the house. It was partly because he'd been there during his school days, not many times but a few, and partly because most of Sirius' old Quidditch and rock star posters were still Everstuck to the wall.
The posters had all erupted into cheers the first time Sirius had come back into the room after nearly twenty years of absence, and Remus and Sirius had leaned against each other and laughed until they cried.
Remus sat down gingerly next to Sirius and laid a hand on Sirius' warm back to let him know he was there. Sirius had his face to the wall and said nothing.
Remus sighed a little, but didn't try to draw him out, offering silent apology by rubbing Grendaline's Mystical Muscle Relaxer into Sirius' muscles until Sirius stopped wincing at every touch.
"How do you feel?" Remus finally asked.
"Old," Sirius replied curtly, but he turned his face back to look at Remus. "I am old, aren't I?"
Remus wished Sirius would turn back to the wall so that he wouldn't have to stare Sirius' permanent damage in the face.
"Budge over," he said instead, kicking off his shoes and laying down next to Sirius. Sirius threw an arm over Remus' chest after a moment's hesitation and hugged him, a little too tightly. "Too much moving," Remus sighed.
"Yes," Sirius agreed. "Nap?"
"Nap," Remus nodded. He bent his head slightly to kiss Sirius, ignoring the second of hesitation again before Sirius kissed back, because the aggression that followed made up for it.
Sirius drew back suddenly and stared down at Remus, running a thumb along the werewolf's jaw thoughtfully.
"What?" Remus asked after a few moments.
"I wish I'd loved you before I was old," Sirius finally said, the childishness in his voice almost funny. And then, "I probably would have, if I'd known what sort of body you were hiding under those robes."
"Can't have everyone knowing about the sexiness," Remus replied with amusement, smiling faintly at the twitch that jerked Sirius when Remus drew fingertips down his bare chest. "I'd have been fighting people off with sticks." He hooked a finger into Sirius' trousers and pulled him closer, reaching around to massage tortured lower back muscles that probably shouldn't be doing this yet.
"What about the nap?" Sirius sighed into Remus' mouth.
"We don't need naps," Remus informed him carelessly. "Not before the shagging, anyway. Naps come after."
"Then maybe shagging again?" Sirius inquired with a raised eyebrow, a glimmer of old Sirius-banter bubbling up.
"Let's not get ahead of ourselves here," Remus answered dryly. "Some of us are old."
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Date: 2004-01-29 03:14 am (UTC)That's such a poignant Sirius line. I think I like this better than a Remus and Sirius who had a romance before Azkaban. It shows the changes in Sirius while hilighting Remus's stability. And ending with a little of that old Sirius rogue spirit is lovely. You have an amazing grasp of MWPP.
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Date: 2004-01-29 08:17 am (UTC)Personally, I prefer post-Azkaban romances. I've read many excellent fics where they are reunited post-Azkaban, but as a genre, it's always my second choice.
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Date: 2004-01-29 08:41 am (UTC)Oddly, I have yet to write a Remus/Sirius (odd in that I've slashed them with almost everyone else, and there's always been some kind of relationship between them in their pastst at some point). My R/S tend to have been together either only briefly, only pre-Azkaban, or have failed to make a relationship work again post-Azkaban, or any combination of the above. That might be a result of the feeling that Azkaban changes a person too profoundly to just pick up where they left off. I may need to try a post-Azkaban romance between them at some point where it's taken the toll of Azkaban and age to make Sirius appreciate what Remus has to offer. I have used that premise with Sirius and Snape--but not Sirius and Remus.
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Date: 2004-01-29 01:50 pm (UTC)I may need to try a post-Azkaban romance between them at some point where it's taken the toll of Azkaban and age to make Sirius appreciate what Remus has to offer.
That's my favourite scenario for this pairing, though I've hardly ever seen it executed.
I have used that premise with Sirius and Snape
Oh, you've written Snape/Black? Can I find it somewhere? I really enjoyed your Sirius/Bill fic on 30minutefics and wouldn't mind reading your take on my favourite slash pairing.
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Date: 2004-01-30 01:41 am (UTC)I think this is pretty close to the truth, but on the other hand, I can't see anybody putting up with Sirius other than Remus post-Azkaban. Not to mention, trapped in the house like that, he doesn't really have too many options among Order members. I can definately see Remus letting Sirius do whatever Sirius wants to him as penance for the damage he's caused, even if (or maybe especially) it isn't exactly what Remus wants.
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Date: 2004-01-31 06:29 am (UTC)That's my favourite scenario for this pairing, though I've hardly ever seen it executed.
That scenario (age and experience teaching Sirius to appreciate Remus) is the most likely R/S I'd find myself writing. I have some experience with the "ex who knows you better than you know yourself and loves you anyway" friendship, and I find it applies well to Remus and Sirius in stories where I pair them (inevitably) with others. That's where I like giving them the MWPP-era relationship as part of their pasts.
Oh, you've written Snape/Black? Can I find it somewhere? I really enjoyed your Sirius/Bill fic on 30minutefics and wouldn't mind reading your take on my favourite slash pairing.
I've added you to my fl. In my memories, you'll find a link to the webpage and password information for the age restricted stories. I have two takes on Snape/Black going right now--the Cicatrix series and the Cut and Dry series which has some Sirius/nonSnapenonRemus backstory.
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Date: 2004-01-30 01:47 am (UTC)The more MWPP stuff I write, the harder it is to do post-Azkaban Sirius, because it's more painful to do the damaged version of someone who used to be so vibrant and alive. But then again, every time I do something like this, it just makes me want to do more Marauder stuff, because it's like resurrecting the old Sirius for just a little bit. and even that's a little bit achy, because i believe pretty strongly in rottenchildhoodHUGEmeanstreak!Sirius, in having him be damaged already even as a teenager.
Maybe that's why I like R/S so much, when there's a sense of "well, nobody else is going to put up with us so we might as well shag and if there happens to be love involved before we finally do get killed so be it"
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Date: 2004-01-30 01:50 am (UTC)Re:
Date: 2004-01-31 04:47 am (UTC)It is. That's half the concept between one of my WIPs, Anodyne. Physically, by the time the story takes place, Sirius is almost twice Harry's age. In terms of years spent alive (out of Azkaban, awake and functioning) he's the same age. That has to come crashing down on him sometimes.
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Date: 2004-01-29 06:04 am (UTC)But then I saw those damnable apostrophes. ^.~
Remus is so being corrupted by the fangirls--not much longer until he'll be strutting around in non-frumpy sweaters and jeans, followed by a sign we've made for him that says, quite simply, "Teh Sexay!"
I'm not gonna get into how much more likely it is that they would have gotten together post-Azkaban than while they were in Hogwarts, because I think we've already been over that. Instead I will say that, as usual, you've done an exceptional job of portraying our canines, and Sirius is Such A Horn-Dog. And my brain is running dry.
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Date: 2004-01-29 05:21 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-01-29 09:07 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-02-01 08:57 pm (UTC)this totally got me. I reread it lotsly. Bugger, keep memorying your stories. might as well memory your whole journal. tut.
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Date: 2004-02-03 05:08 pm (UTC)"Let's not get ahead of ourselves here," Remus answered dryly. "Some of us are old."
Perfect ending, leaves you sitting with a silly smile on your face, while on the same being kind of sad, because of the general theme in this little darlin' story. Wonderful work.
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Date: 2004-02-06 07:20 am (UTC)glad you enjoyed yourself! I had a great time doing all this, so the pleasure is certainly mutual. Welcome aboard!
Pwee! Everybody liked that, I did too *adds it to mental list of self-canon quirks*
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Date: 2004-02-23 09:50 am (UTC)*sits and stares at this quote for a long time trying to think of somethign intelligent to say* yer... that's exactly how i feel. on the other hand its captivating and interesting and beautiful to see how people change.
this brokeness that the marauders all share is what makes the most interesting characters and this is a rather perfect example.
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Date: 2005-04-14 03:40 am (UTC)And the slow decent into less poignant, cheekiness.
I think this is my favourite. It's just the way I see them, but kind of sweeter, which is very nice.
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Date: 2006-11-29 10:14 pm (UTC)