cjmarlowe @ 2008-02-17T13:13:00

2008-02-17T18:13:57Z

Things have been a little unsettled for me since New Year's, and between work upheaval and vacation and multiple illnesses, somehow these slipped through the cracks. But only temporarily! Thank goodness things are settling down now and I'm getting back to things I've been inadvertantly neglectful of.

For Merry Smutmas this year I wrote for the delightful glockgal, a pairing that I've never attempted before and probably had entirely too much fun with.

A sigh, a cry, a hungry kiss
In which Sirius finds an engagement party to be less of an ordeal than he might have expected.
Sirius/Lucius, and as this is Merry Smutmas it has adult content.
Additionally, said adult content involves a participant under the age of 18.

And then! For Smutty Claus the lovely emiime requested Frank/Alice, a pairing I'd always wanted to try but never had that final push to actually do before.

Tongues and Tales
Because Frank and Alice Longbottom were always meant to be.
Frank/Alice, again with the adult content.
And again, there is sexual activity in this story between persons under the age of 18.

cjmarlowe @ 2007-08-21T18:26:00

2007-08-21T22:31:21Z

So I actually intended for my first post ever to IJ to be fic. Which is why it's taken me so long. (Well, that and the fact that I update in spurts most of the time, but mostly the procrastination.) But I finally decided that I needed to suck it up and post something or people were going to start to think that this journal was dusty and lifeless, even though I'm checking it more often than my LJ these days.

So here, instead of a bona fide story since working on a half dozen at once apparently means none of them are getting done quickly, is the beginning of a Sirius/Petunia story that I started after Witching Hour, almost two years ago. I have no idea if it'll ever be finished, but once upon a time it seemed like a smashing idea and I do have quite a few bits and pieces of it written already. :D

Pet

Every Christmas and every summer, Lily brought home something new from the wizarding world -- first sweets, then trinkets, study aids, in her sixth year a device that she would never show her parents. Things that Petunia craved and resented all at once.

The summer after her final year, Lily brought home James Potter.

Their mum and dad were thrilled of course, precious Lily had met a handsome young man from a good -- she told them -- family with excellent job prospects. Who conjured some flowers when they arrived and didn't spill on his front at supper.

"You should come out with us, Petunia," said Lily once their parents were off to bed.

"I'd just as soon not be a fifth wheel," said Petunia sharply.

"I'll bring my mates," said James, taking her sister's hand. "Can I floo them from here or have I got to apparate to Sirius's flat?"

"We're not on the floo network," said Lily, looking at Petunia sideways. "Best to pop over, so long as you don't mind seeing Sirius in his pants again."

"I've never minded before," said James with a grin, then vanished. Petunia had seen a lot of things in the last seven years, spending what little time with her sister that she could, but she had never seen that.

"He's a bit of a prat," said Lily, confidentially in her ear, "but he's persistent."

"He's quite fit," Petunia admitted to her after amoment. "I didn't know you were seeing anyone."

"Wasn't, really," said Lily. "Do you think Mum and Dad liked him?"

"You know they did," said Petunia. "He about gave Dad a heart attack, though, when Dad asked him to pass the carrots and he floated them over.

Lilly flushed and looked at her pretty shoes. "His parents are wizards too," she said. "Same with his mates. They're not very good at... I'll have a word with them."

"You'd best," said Petunia. "What if it weren't Mum and Dad?"

"They know how to act around Muggles." Petunia frowned at her. "Oh don't be like that, Petunia, you know it doesn't mean anything bad. Just different."

For seven years, Petunia had been acutely aware of just how different.

James returned with just one other boy, a bit too pretty and oddly dressed, but good-looking all the same. "Remus is helping his mum with the gnome infestation," he said, "and Peter is... elsewhere." It meant nothing to Petunia, so she just nodded. Lily clearly understood, and looked grim.

"We ought to have fun while we can," she said, with a kind of overly hearty determination.

"Oh, we will," said James's friend. "We’re going to Diagon."

"Sirius, we can't," said Lily. "Petunia."

"Rubbish," he said. "Her sister's a witch, the statute doesn't apply. Are you on the floo network?"

"No floo," said Lily. "And no apparation. If -- if -- we go, we'll go through the Leaky."

Sirius sighed heavily, but Petunia got the idea he was mostly show. "If we must," he said. "Though if you're so insistent, we can go to a Muggle disco. I like Muggles." And he gave Petunia a slightly melting smile.

"On second thought," said Lily, "Diagon sounds like a smashing idea."

Petunia thought about declining, about heaving back inside to the life she knew, maybe ringing one of her girlfriends to see if they fancied a night out. But she hadn't been to Diagon Alley since Lily's fith year at wizarding school, and she remembered mewling pink kittens and the fanciest of hats and parcels that floated along beside their owners. She could only imagine what a wizarding disco might be like.

"All right," she said, though her opinion hadn't been asked. Sirius beamed at her and linked his arm with hers. "We'd best get moving, if we're going to be going at my pace."

[etc. etc. etc. some travel-type things happen]

"It's this way," said Sirius, and he took her wrist and she let him. There was a woman in a vulture hat to her left and a misty, dark form to her right and Diagon Alley was a much more frightening place in the dark. "Through this wall."

He was moving too fast, his grip too firm, for Petunia to balk at that, so she just closed her eyes and followed blindly, and when she opened them again, they were on the other side. She wasn't quite sure what she was expecting, but she was fairly sure that this wasn't it.

"It's early yet," said James, finding his way to her side again. Petunia shot a look to that side and set eyes on the conforting figure of her sister, the one familiar figure in this strange land. "It'll get really interesting later on."

"Are they, um, flying?" she asked tentatively, pointing up at the numerous figures above their heads.

"What?" said Sirius, and laughed. "No, of course not. It's just an invisible floor is all, makes it easier to find your mates when it fills up." He shook his head, still chuckling. "You Muggles have some crazy ideas sometimes."

Petunia shut her mouth after that, but she didn't stop looking up. She thought she'd been dressed all right to go out but she stood out like a sore thumb in here. Nobody was wearning anything that resembled fashion as she knew it, or even unfashion as she knew it. Except for herself and her sister, and the man her sister had brought home to meet Mum and Dad. And even they fit in here better than Petunia, as if there was just something about them that marked them as "magic" and something about Petunia that marked her as not.

"Do you want to dance, then?" Sirius was asking her, drawing her gaze down from the feet above her and into his dark eyes.

"I... don't know this song," she said weakly.

"That's all right," said Sirius, and took her by the hand and led her into the throng. Petunia looked back over his shoulder, relieved to see Lily and James not far behind her. As long as her sister was near, Petunia felt some tie to home.

"Everyone is... waltzing?" she offered weakly, as Sirius put one hand on her waist and held their joined hands in the air.

"Well, it's got a good beat, hasn't it?" said Sirius, and finally Petunia had a use for those horrid ballroom dance lessons her parents had made her take as an early teen, 'to improve her grace'.

It wasn't quite a waltz, not as Petunia knew them, but she caught on well enough after a bit, and if there was more leaping and turning than she was used to, well, she chalked that up to modernisation.

"Whoever said Muggles were great lumps on the dance floor had obviously never been for a turn with you," Sirius was saying in her ear. If he hadn't been so cheerfully sincere, Petunia might have harumphed in return; instead she comforted herself with the image of how Sirius might actually have fared had they ended up in a disco after all.

[etc. etc. the inevitable one-night-stand]

The summer after her final year at Hogwarts, Lily brought home Sirius Black, and Petunia has never forgiven her for it.

CJ Marlowe

cjmarlowe @ 2008-02-17T13:13:00

cjmarlowe @ 2007-08-21T18:26:00