"All Harry's Fault", Sirius/Harry, PG-13
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traintracksTitle: All Harry's Fault
Author:traintracks
Pairing: Sirius/Harry
Rating: PG-13
Words: 100x3
Challenge Prompt:![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
harry100's #208: good day; also used elrhiarhodan's prompt, "Since when do you like...?"
Warnings: AU or chan (your pick!), godfather/godson
Summary: Sirius is unintentionally having a good day.
“Since when do you like cleaning?” Harry’s voice came from the doorway.
Sirius turned from where he was bent, sweeping out the hearth.
Harry obviously tried to hide the smile, the abrupt laughter, but he couldn’t quite. “You’ve got…” he gestured, “…on your nose.”
“Well, of course I’ve got soot on my nose; I’ve got soot down my bloody pants – I’m cleaning the hearth,” Sirius said. “And I don’t like cleaning.” Although, he had lost track of time. He had, perhaps, marginally enjoyed himself.
Harry came into the room, soft slow footsteps like a clock in need of a wind.
“What is it?” Sirius said, turning back to sweeping. But he didn’t truly mind Harry there. He smelled like apples and heat. His presence was, as ever, invigorating.
“You’re embarrassed to be caught enjoying it,” Harry said, behind him.
Sirius blew a strand of hair out of his eye. “I told you, I don’t--!”
“No,” Harry interrupted. “You just like the reason why you’re doing it.”
Sirius sighed, dusting his hands off. “And why is that?”
Harry squatted beside him, his boot leather creaking, and he took Sirius’ chin in his fingers, tilting his face up. “Because I’m here.”
Now he’d done it, looking into those Gillyweed eyes, although they had the opposite effect, making Sirius feel like he couldn’t breathe on dry land. Six months shagging and Harry still flayed him with that look, all piercing kindness.
Sirius wrenched his chin out of Harry’s fingers only to grip him by the hair and snog him senseless.
Harry chuckled as Sirius laid him down on the cold clean floor. “You’re going to, mmm, get soot…all over now.”
“And it’ll be your fault,” Sirius said, opening his buckle.
Harry helped, and Sirius smiled wolfishly down at him.
All Harry’s fault.
Author:
traintracksPairing: Sirius/Harry
Rating: PG-13
Words: 100x3
Challenge Prompt:
harry100's #208: good day; also used elrhiarhodan's prompt, "Since when do you like...?"Warnings: AU or chan (your pick!), godfather/godson
Summary: Sirius is unintentionally having a good day.
“Since when do you like cleaning?” Harry’s voice came from the doorway.
Sirius turned from where he was bent, sweeping out the hearth.
Harry obviously tried to hide the smile, the abrupt laughter, but he couldn’t quite. “You’ve got…” he gestured, “…on your nose.”
“Well, of course I’ve got soot on my nose; I’ve got soot down my bloody pants – I’m cleaning the hearth,” Sirius said. “And I don’t like cleaning.” Although, he had lost track of time. He had, perhaps, marginally enjoyed himself.
Harry came into the room, soft slow footsteps like a clock in need of a wind.
“What is it?” Sirius said, turning back to sweeping. But he didn’t truly mind Harry there. He smelled like apples and heat. His presence was, as ever, invigorating.
“You’re embarrassed to be caught enjoying it,” Harry said, behind him.
Sirius blew a strand of hair out of his eye. “I told you, I don’t--!”
“No,” Harry interrupted. “You just like the reason why you’re doing it.”
Sirius sighed, dusting his hands off. “And why is that?”
Harry squatted beside him, his boot leather creaking, and he took Sirius’ chin in his fingers, tilting his face up. “Because I’m here.”
Now he’d done it, looking into those Gillyweed eyes, although they had the opposite effect, making Sirius feel like he couldn’t breathe on dry land. Six months shagging and Harry still flayed him with that look, all piercing kindness.
Sirius wrenched his chin out of Harry’s fingers only to grip him by the hair and snog him senseless.
Harry chuckled as Sirius laid him down on the cold clean floor. “You’re going to, mmm, get soot…all over now.”
“And it’ll be your fault,” Sirius said, opening his buckle.
Harry helped, and Sirius smiled wolfishly down at him.
All Harry’s fault.
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Date: 2012-11-12 10:57 pm (UTC)I'm seeing this in the Daylight 'verse. It just feels right for that.
And what an unexpected take on my prompt! \o/\o/\o/
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Date: 2012-11-12 11:02 pm (UTC)I know you probably wanted something...dirty? Dirty figurative rather than dirty literal. ;-) Although, Sirius undoing his belt buckle gets *me* hot.
Thanks, luv!!! And yeah, I could go all DL with this. :-DD
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Date: 2012-11-13 03:15 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-11-13 03:20 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-11-13 03:46 pm (UTC)Thanks for reading, bb!