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[nny]

So I owe my landlord five hundred quid and my parents seven, I have no job, I have a nasty steenking cold, it's grey and wet and gross outside.

And I'm in such a good mood. And if that sounds sarcastic? SO NOT. I am chirpy as a masturbating parrot. WTF?

First five people to leave me a prompt get something ficcy. I dunno how long it'll be, but. Whatever you want, man.

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[villainny.livejournal.com]

Sirius just didn't have any concept of personal space.

It'd be nice, Remus reflected occasionally, if he could read something into it. If it weren't the same with everyone; a casual arm slung around a shoulder, Sirius' large hand ruffling hair whether it be black or mousey blond or dusty brown already starting to get sprinkled with grey. It didn't seem to make a difference to him.

Or rather... it didn't make a difference that he was willing to acknowledge. Sirius was, perhaps, a little more careful with him than he was with the others, and it'd be nice if he could read what he wanted into that, and all. It'd be nice to think that Sirius was being careful with him, because he was never particularly well.

It'd be nice if he could ignore a thin white scar which barely showed up on the boy's skin but was a hell of a lot more noticeable on Padfoot's muzzle.

But just because there was no rough-housing as there was with James, no teasing pokes and prods like he doled out to Peter, it didn't mean he couldn't enjoy whatever it was he did manage to get. Didn't mean he couldn't lean into the arm that squeezed his shoulders, maybe turn his head a little to sniff Sirius' hair.

"What," Sirius whispered, "are you doing, Moony?"

He whispered, because they were in the library. The library, which was a public place, which meant - approaching full moon or not it was a dreadful slip. Remus pulled away, out of the circle of Sirius' arm, and leaned against the cool stone which brought the aisle they were in to an end.

"Nothing. Doesn't matter."

"Did you - did you sniff me?"

"It doesn't matter, I - Sirius what in hell's name are you doing?"

Sirius had no concept of personal space. It was only that, it must only be that, only Sirius had never buried his bloody nose in Remus' bloody neck, before.

"- so careful - " muttered Sirius.

"What?"

"Always so careful, with you. Didn't want - but if you know, then - I didn't want to ruin this - but... is it okay?"

Remus looked quickly at the entrance to the aisle, then cupped Sirius' chin in his hand, tilting his head up.

"It's okay. You won't break me."


Sirius still never rough-housed with Remus.

Not in public.

[linnpuzzle.livejournal.com]

My insides! They are going melty with adoration.

It'd be nice if he could ignore a thin white scar which barely showed up on the boy's skin but was a hell of a lot more noticeable on Padfoot's muzzle.

Oh. No wonder Padfoot's careful. (Must not start babbling about dominance issues. Must not. *is delighted, still*) You know, I have a sneaky suspicion that you might be a mind-reader, because I've been working on some S/R all day and I really needed something to inspire me into continuing. ♥