Fic: True Or False for ruinsplume
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small_giftsTitle:True Or False
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Recipient:ruinsplume
Rating:
NC-17
Contents or warnings:None.
Word count:1.677
Summary:Sirius needs some Veritaserum to confess his feelings to Remus.
Notes: This is a small gift for ruinsplume, for her 2nd prompt: Veritaserum. She is also fond of intensity, character-driven smut, dirty talk and banter, all of which I’ve tried to put in this fic. I hope she is pleased.
Remus scooted backwards incrementally. He was seated in a circle with his fellow Marauders and Lily, and she was giving each of them a calculating look in turn. Her green eyes were pretty, he knew they were, but at that exact moment they were more frightening than anything else. He did not want her attention turned towards him.
Nevertheless, she met his eyes for a brief second. Her gaze flickered to where Sirius had an arm around Remus’ bony shoulder, then back to Remus’ eyes. He shook his head, mouthed: “No.” Lily Evans was smart and sometimes cunning, but her skill was more Ravenclaw in nature than Slytherin, and she was a Gryffindor at heart. She looked away.
“James,” the way she said it was a decision.
James’ eyes went wide, simultaneously excited and terrified. For the first time in six years, she had picked him. What she had picked him for was unimportant.
“Yeah?” He pushed out his chest, making Sirius and Remus chuckle. Lily just rolled her eyes.
“You willing to drink it?”
James nodded eagerly. He was the one who had gotten them the stuff in the first place.
“One condition,” he added.
Lily’s victorious expression wavered.
“What?”
“Not with everyone around,” he waved an arm vaguely at Remus, Sirius and Wormtail, “let’s go to the room of requirement.”
Lily agreed, and they were off. As soon as the door closed behind them, both Peter and Remus heaved a sigh of relief. They were out of danger.
Sirius scoffed. “Married couples are bo-ring.”
That made Remus laugh. “They’re not married. They’re not even a couple!”
Sirius scoffed some more. “Semantics. Now, on to business. Wormtail, my dear friend, do you remember our private discussion from earlier this evening?”
Remus was puzzled, but Peter seemed to know what was going on.
“Oh yes, sure.” Peter paused awkwardly.
There was a beat of silence, Sirius giving Peter the stink-eye for some reason.
“Golly,” said Peter, quite suddenly. “I’m terribly exhausted.” He stretched his arms out over his head and gave an exaggerated yawn. “Better to turn in early, I’d say.”
Before Remus could add that, actually, he felt quite tired himself, Peter was already halfway up the stairs. That boy was quicker than vermin sometimes.
When Remus looked at Sirius to share this observation, he saw the exact same glint in his eyes as Lily had had, only a short while before. Remus Lupin had been played, and there was nothing that could be done about it now.
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Sirius just waited. He didn’t need to say anything.
When the silence became unbearable, Remus guessed: “You have a second phial of Veritaserum?”
Sirius nodded, a grin slowly spreading over his face.
“And? What is it you want to know?” Against his better judgement, Remus found himself becoming defensive.
Sirius put an arm on his thigh. It was hot as a branding iron, but Remus didn’t move. Remus had never in his life moved away from Sirius, and he had often gotten burned as a result.
“Shh,” Sirius sussed him. It sounded genuine enough, but Sirius was more fidgety than usual and Remus’ anxieties increased.
“I want you to ask,” Sirius explained. “Ask me anything you want. I’ve been sneaking around and I’m done with it but I’m not as much of a Gryffindor as you, Moony. I need a little help.”
Remus was about to protest, argue that Sirius was the bravest of all of them, but then the full meaning of his words sunk in. He couldn’t believe it. A hot tingle of power went up his spine. He could know anything, absolutely anything about Sirius. Sirius trusted him that much.
He needed to clear his throat, still hoarse from the last full moon. “Drink it when you’re ready.”
Sirius took a glass phial of translucent potion from his jeans pocket and took a hefty swig.
“Not all of it!” Remus cautioned. Sirius would think Remus was concerned about side effects, but Remus was actually considering whether he himself should take the second sip.
Sirius was avoiding his eyes, looking instead at the fire. Remus took a moment to gather his thoughts.
“What is it you want me to ask you?” he began.
“Ask me how I feel about you.”
The answer was quick, like a steadfast, premeditated truth. Remus considered.
“Why is Regulus not speaking to you?”
Sirius looked at him now, eyebrows raised, but he was compelled to answer.
“He walked in on me once while I was wanking over a Chudley Cannons poster. Apparently he ‘hates poofs.’”
“Really?” Remus was more than a little surprised. He’d known for a while now that there was something about the brothers’ spat that Sirius hadn’t told him, but he would never have thought Sirius was ashamed to come out to them. Then again he hadn’t held Regulus for a homophobe, either. The Blacks were a peculiar sort.
“In light of that, Pads. How do you feel about me?”
Sirius was staring into the fire again. “I love you.”
Remus gave a single, delighted chuckle. It felt somewhat ridiculous. “Look at me, Padfoot? Please?”
Sirius looked, and Remus saw that it was true.
Just to be sure, he asked: “How do you love me?”
“Romantically.”
The response was prompt, unequivocal.
“How long?”
This time, Sirius didn’t avert his gaze. “Second year. The day we turned all of Slytherin’s dinner into frogspawn and Snivellus accidentally ate some. You laughed until tea came out of your nose. That’s when I knew.”
Remus laughed some more. “For me, it was while later. You showed me Padfoot for the first time that night, then changed back into yourself and told me you never ever wanted me to be along during the full moon again. I knew the Animagus thing was your idea, and I knew that I loved you. How much do you love me?”
Remus was grinning evilly now, but he felt only mildly guilty. After all, Sirius had maneuvered himself into this situation. Besides, Remus could really use the ego boost.
“I love you more than I’ve ever loved anyone in the world, Moony. I love you so much for a while I thought I’d die of it.”
“And why, Padfoot?” Remus amusement had vanished, and in its place had come a heavy kind of contentment, a happiness that can only be expressed through tears.
“Why?” Sirius seemed outraged. “You are the kindest person I’ve ever met, the bravest, the most loyal. You’re hilarious when you want to be and you’re such a good friend. None of us would be friends without you. You realise that, right? You are the one that keeps the Marauders together. Prongs and I would hate each other by now if it weren’t for you, and Wormtail would probably have failed Arithmancy and gone to some Muggle school.”
That wasn’t necessarily true, because James and Sirius were brilliant at Arithmancy, but Remus didn’t object.
“So if you love me all that much…” Remus began.
For some reason, Sirius blushed. Sirius Orion Black, cockiest of all Gryffindors, self-assured to the point of arrogance, had started to blush. Oh, this was going to be good.
“D’you want to kiss me?”
“Yes,” Sirius breathed immediately. His tone made Remus shiver.
“What else do you want to do?” This time, it was Remus who looked away, surprised at his own audacity.
“Suck your cock,” Sirius made a chocked off noise, but there was no doubting his sincerity. “I want to suck your cock right in the middle of the Great Hall, Remus, with everyone around, and you just casually eating your potatoes like nothing’s the matter.
Remus felt himself go hot. Merlin, Merlin.
“I want you to fuck me,” he went on, “until I can’t remember anything else ever happened in the world. I want you to do it in your bed. We can put up a silencing charm if we must, but still, the others will be close.”
“You’re an exhibitionist,” Remus whispered. “I should have known.”
“Y-yes.” Sirius admitted. “ I am.”
“Tell me, Sirius. Is it because you know how pretty you are? Do you even realise how hot you make me, and everyone else in the castle? Do you want to show off your gorgeousness, is that it?”
Sirius shook his head. “No. I just…” his voice shook. “I just want everyone to know you’re mind. You’re so bloody brilliant, Moony. You’re incredible. Everyone knows you’re amazing. Even the professors think so. And if…”
He trailed off. Remus knew he’d wanted to say something else, something that Remus hadn’t known to ask for, something he felt slightly uncomfortable about.
“Do you want me to ask where you were going with that sentence, Sirius?”
“Yes,” spoken, again, without hesitation.
“Padfoot, what were you going to say?”
Sirius took a deep breath. “I was going to say, if everyone knew that you, bloody brilliant Remus Lupin, had chosen to be with me, had fallen in love with me, then no one would think I was a filthy Death Eater’s son.”
Remus moved closer, even closer than they’d already been, and kissed Sirius on the mouth. It was wet, and hot, and incredible. Sirius’ hair was silky soft and long enough that Remus could pull it, and angle Sirius’ head just so, just so that he could softly bring their tongues together. It was brief, but it promised many more wonderful kisses in the very near future.
“Pads, no one who has ever met you could honestly say you’re anything like your father. There’s no one I would rather have fallen in love with.”
“Good,” said Sirius, back to the smug tone of voice and arrogant body language Remus was used to. “Now, why don’t you take that second sip of Veritaserum and tell me all of the dirty things I can do to make you happy?”
Remus drank the potion, laughing so much that some of it went up his nose.
Author:
hastendownRecipient:
ruinsplumeRating:
NC-17
Contents or warnings:None.
Word count:1.677
Summary:Sirius needs some Veritaserum to confess his feelings to Remus.
Notes: This is a small gift for ruinsplume, for her 2nd prompt: Veritaserum. She is also fond of intensity, character-driven smut, dirty talk and banter, all of which I’ve tried to put in this fic. I hope she is pleased.
Remus scooted backwards incrementally. He was seated in a circle with his fellow Marauders and Lily, and she was giving each of them a calculating look in turn. Her green eyes were pretty, he knew they were, but at that exact moment they were more frightening than anything else. He did not want her attention turned towards him.
Nevertheless, she met his eyes for a brief second. Her gaze flickered to where Sirius had an arm around Remus’ bony shoulder, then back to Remus’ eyes. He shook his head, mouthed: “No.” Lily Evans was smart and sometimes cunning, but her skill was more Ravenclaw in nature than Slytherin, and she was a Gryffindor at heart. She looked away.
“James,” the way she said it was a decision.
James’ eyes went wide, simultaneously excited and terrified. For the first time in six years, she had picked him. What she had picked him for was unimportant.
“Yeah?” He pushed out his chest, making Sirius and Remus chuckle. Lily just rolled her eyes.
“You willing to drink it?”
James nodded eagerly. He was the one who had gotten them the stuff in the first place.
“One condition,” he added.
Lily’s victorious expression wavered.
“What?”
“Not with everyone around,” he waved an arm vaguely at Remus, Sirius and Wormtail, “let’s go to the room of requirement.”
Lily agreed, and they were off. As soon as the door closed behind them, both Peter and Remus heaved a sigh of relief. They were out of danger.
Sirius scoffed. “Married couples are bo-ring.”
That made Remus laugh. “They’re not married. They’re not even a couple!”
Sirius scoffed some more. “Semantics. Now, on to business. Wormtail, my dear friend, do you remember our private discussion from earlier this evening?”
Remus was puzzled, but Peter seemed to know what was going on.
“Oh yes, sure.” Peter paused awkwardly.
There was a beat of silence, Sirius giving Peter the stink-eye for some reason.
“Golly,” said Peter, quite suddenly. “I’m terribly exhausted.” He stretched his arms out over his head and gave an exaggerated yawn. “Better to turn in early, I’d say.”
Before Remus could add that, actually, he felt quite tired himself, Peter was already halfway up the stairs. That boy was quicker than vermin sometimes.
When Remus looked at Sirius to share this observation, he saw the exact same glint in his eyes as Lily had had, only a short while before. Remus Lupin had been played, and there was nothing that could be done about it now.
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Sirius just waited. He didn’t need to say anything.
When the silence became unbearable, Remus guessed: “You have a second phial of Veritaserum?”
Sirius nodded, a grin slowly spreading over his face.
“And? What is it you want to know?” Against his better judgement, Remus found himself becoming defensive.
Sirius put an arm on his thigh. It was hot as a branding iron, but Remus didn’t move. Remus had never in his life moved away from Sirius, and he had often gotten burned as a result.
“Shh,” Sirius sussed him. It sounded genuine enough, but Sirius was more fidgety than usual and Remus’ anxieties increased.
“I want you to ask,” Sirius explained. “Ask me anything you want. I’ve been sneaking around and I’m done with it but I’m not as much of a Gryffindor as you, Moony. I need a little help.”
Remus was about to protest, argue that Sirius was the bravest of all of them, but then the full meaning of his words sunk in. He couldn’t believe it. A hot tingle of power went up his spine. He could know anything, absolutely anything about Sirius. Sirius trusted him that much.
He needed to clear his throat, still hoarse from the last full moon. “Drink it when you’re ready.”
Sirius took a glass phial of translucent potion from his jeans pocket and took a hefty swig.
“Not all of it!” Remus cautioned. Sirius would think Remus was concerned about side effects, but Remus was actually considering whether he himself should take the second sip.
Sirius was avoiding his eyes, looking instead at the fire. Remus took a moment to gather his thoughts.
“What is it you want me to ask you?” he began.
“Ask me how I feel about you.”
The answer was quick, like a steadfast, premeditated truth. Remus considered.
“Why is Regulus not speaking to you?”
Sirius looked at him now, eyebrows raised, but he was compelled to answer.
“He walked in on me once while I was wanking over a Chudley Cannons poster. Apparently he ‘hates poofs.’”
“Really?” Remus was more than a little surprised. He’d known for a while now that there was something about the brothers’ spat that Sirius hadn’t told him, but he would never have thought Sirius was ashamed to come out to them. Then again he hadn’t held Regulus for a homophobe, either. The Blacks were a peculiar sort.
“In light of that, Pads. How do you feel about me?”
Sirius was staring into the fire again. “I love you.”
Remus gave a single, delighted chuckle. It felt somewhat ridiculous. “Look at me, Padfoot? Please?”
Sirius looked, and Remus saw that it was true.
Just to be sure, he asked: “How do you love me?”
“Romantically.”
The response was prompt, unequivocal.
“How long?”
This time, Sirius didn’t avert his gaze. “Second year. The day we turned all of Slytherin’s dinner into frogspawn and Snivellus accidentally ate some. You laughed until tea came out of your nose. That’s when I knew.”
Remus laughed some more. “For me, it was while later. You showed me Padfoot for the first time that night, then changed back into yourself and told me you never ever wanted me to be along during the full moon again. I knew the Animagus thing was your idea, and I knew that I loved you. How much do you love me?”
Remus was grinning evilly now, but he felt only mildly guilty. After all, Sirius had maneuvered himself into this situation. Besides, Remus could really use the ego boost.
“I love you more than I’ve ever loved anyone in the world, Moony. I love you so much for a while I thought I’d die of it.”
“And why, Padfoot?” Remus amusement had vanished, and in its place had come a heavy kind of contentment, a happiness that can only be expressed through tears.
“Why?” Sirius seemed outraged. “You are the kindest person I’ve ever met, the bravest, the most loyal. You’re hilarious when you want to be and you’re such a good friend. None of us would be friends without you. You realise that, right? You are the one that keeps the Marauders together. Prongs and I would hate each other by now if it weren’t for you, and Wormtail would probably have failed Arithmancy and gone to some Muggle school.”
That wasn’t necessarily true, because James and Sirius were brilliant at Arithmancy, but Remus didn’t object.
“So if you love me all that much…” Remus began.
For some reason, Sirius blushed. Sirius Orion Black, cockiest of all Gryffindors, self-assured to the point of arrogance, had started to blush. Oh, this was going to be good.
“D’you want to kiss me?”
“Yes,” Sirius breathed immediately. His tone made Remus shiver.
“What else do you want to do?” This time, it was Remus who looked away, surprised at his own audacity.
“Suck your cock,” Sirius made a chocked off noise, but there was no doubting his sincerity. “I want to suck your cock right in the middle of the Great Hall, Remus, with everyone around, and you just casually eating your potatoes like nothing’s the matter.
Remus felt himself go hot. Merlin, Merlin.
“I want you to fuck me,” he went on, “until I can’t remember anything else ever happened in the world. I want you to do it in your bed. We can put up a silencing charm if we must, but still, the others will be close.”
“You’re an exhibitionist,” Remus whispered. “I should have known.”
“Y-yes.” Sirius admitted. “ I am.”
“Tell me, Sirius. Is it because you know how pretty you are? Do you even realise how hot you make me, and everyone else in the castle? Do you want to show off your gorgeousness, is that it?”
Sirius shook his head. “No. I just…” his voice shook. “I just want everyone to know you’re mind. You’re so bloody brilliant, Moony. You’re incredible. Everyone knows you’re amazing. Even the professors think so. And if…”
He trailed off. Remus knew he’d wanted to say something else, something that Remus hadn’t known to ask for, something he felt slightly uncomfortable about.
“Do you want me to ask where you were going with that sentence, Sirius?”
“Yes,” spoken, again, without hesitation.
“Padfoot, what were you going to say?”
Sirius took a deep breath. “I was going to say, if everyone knew that you, bloody brilliant Remus Lupin, had chosen to be with me, had fallen in love with me, then no one would think I was a filthy Death Eater’s son.”
Remus moved closer, even closer than they’d already been, and kissed Sirius on the mouth. It was wet, and hot, and incredible. Sirius’ hair was silky soft and long enough that Remus could pull it, and angle Sirius’ head just so, just so that he could softly bring their tongues together. It was brief, but it promised many more wonderful kisses in the very near future.
“Pads, no one who has ever met you could honestly say you’re anything like your father. There’s no one I would rather have fallen in love with.”
“Good,” said Sirius, back to the smug tone of voice and arrogant body language Remus was used to. “Now, why don’t you take that second sip of Veritaserum and tell me all of the dirty things I can do to make you happy?”
Remus drank the potion, laughing so much that some of it went up his nose.
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Date: 2016-12-09 11:04 pm (UTC)This is lovely; Sirius' insecurity comes across very well (and is that another reason why he chose to take Veritaserum? Firstly to find the courage to tell at all, and secondly because he wouldn't have the option of being able to stop himself?)
And it is very Remus to define the parameters of the conversation so that, even though Veritaserum is involved, Sirius still retains control.
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Date: 2016-12-11 01:06 am (UTC)I am such a sucker for this scenario (is anyone NOT?!?) and you pulled it off so well. I love that Sirius knew this was the only way that he was going to spit it out.
Peter taking one for the team and going to bed early, and Remus almost going with him made me laugh.
I really loved Lily in the beginning, squinting around at them all- a girl to be reckoned with, there! :D
Really wonderful!
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Date: 2016-12-11 04:13 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-12-12 02:49 am (UTC)Remus was grinning evilly now, but he felt only mildly guilty. After all, Sirius had maneuvered himself into this situation. Besides, Remus could really use the ego boost.
Gah! So this scenario went well, but I swear, Veritaserum and teenagers should not be within a hundred miles of one another. The painful breakups, can you imagine?
Thanks for a fun read! M.
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Date: 2016-12-12 05:37 pm (UTC)In fact, the whole thing was amusing, especially this bit: Before Remus could add that, actually, he felt quite tired himself, Peter was already halfway up the stairs. That boy was quicker than vermin sometimes. LOL. You did such a fine job of dialog and Marauder interaction, too, and Peter was proof positive of that.
Great story!
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Date: 2016-12-13 06:51 am (UTC)Excellent.
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Date: 2017-01-03 03:24 am (UTC)Great job <3