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gala_applesdh compliant fic
if remus dies, hpsauce gets fic...
title: heaven doesn't suck
pairing: remus/sirius/lily/james
rating: pg13?
One minute he was fighting, the next he wasn't. No dramatic white light, no fluttering relatives, nothing of significance. But Remus couldn't have been in hell, because really, would that have been much different then his marriage to Tonks? So heaven it was.
Though, if it was heaven, where were Padfoot and Prongs? And for that matter, shouldn't he have a nice fat joint in one hand, and his dick in the other? Out of all the perfections that heaven was supposed to be, and he wasn't with his best friends, or stoned, or having an orgasm. Heaven was a gyp.
A sudden weight in his back pocket led Remus to reach back. From the pocket he pulled out a wand such as he had never seen before. It was the thickest, longest example of a wand, surely nothing that Ollivander had made. It was almost as if someone had merely handed him a branch, instead of carving something useful from it. And yet there was a feeling of strength, a feeling of unlimited untapped magic.
Feeling like an utter prat, he swished it and was shocked to see sparks fly out the tip. Considering it now safe to try a basic spell, he muttered "Accio safety pin." as the experiment succeeded, a much larger idea exploded into his head. If he could call items, why couldn't he call people?
"Accio James! Accio Lily! Accio Sirius!" his voice got louder and bolder as he went through the litany of names, ending on a bellow.
Sirius was in front of him, not the bedraggled depressed man he knew after Azkaban, but the Sirius he had known during school. James and Lily were beside him, slightly older versions, the ones who had been pregnant and happy. It was as if this place somehow knew which personalities he wanted most. Remus was so overwhelmed he was at a loss for words. What did one say in this situation? 'I'm dead, you're dead, we're all dead, hooray?'
Apparently one didn't say anything, just made out. Or at least that seemed to be Lily's strategy; she had stepped forward and put her mouth on his. Her tongue was wet, her nipples were hard, her thighs were warm, and... and this was so wrong! He wrenched away ready to babble an apology at James, only to see him smiling.
"Took you long enough to get here, mate."
Remus blinked, and by the time his eyes were open again, all three were nude. Not a trace of clothing on the soft white ground, nor a trace of embarrassment. It was like he had always dreamed, with the exception of Peter missing.
James bore him down to the ground, which seemed to engulf his back without clinging. He was sure he could feel more then six hands, and yet it didn't seem to matter. If someone was here, it was someone that deserved to be here. His last thought before succumbing to the pleasure was 'maybe heaven didn't suck'.
if remus dies, hpsauce gets fic...
title: heaven doesn't suck
pairing: remus/sirius/lily/james
rating: pg13?
One minute he was fighting, the next he wasn't. No dramatic white light, no fluttering relatives, nothing of significance. But Remus couldn't have been in hell, because really, would that have been much different then his marriage to Tonks? So heaven it was.
Though, if it was heaven, where were Padfoot and Prongs? And for that matter, shouldn't he have a nice fat joint in one hand, and his dick in the other? Out of all the perfections that heaven was supposed to be, and he wasn't with his best friends, or stoned, or having an orgasm. Heaven was a gyp.
A sudden weight in his back pocket led Remus to reach back. From the pocket he pulled out a wand such as he had never seen before. It was the thickest, longest example of a wand, surely nothing that Ollivander had made. It was almost as if someone had merely handed him a branch, instead of carving something useful from it. And yet there was a feeling of strength, a feeling of unlimited untapped magic.
Feeling like an utter prat, he swished it and was shocked to see sparks fly out the tip. Considering it now safe to try a basic spell, he muttered "Accio safety pin." as the experiment succeeded, a much larger idea exploded into his head. If he could call items, why couldn't he call people?
"Accio James! Accio Lily! Accio Sirius!" his voice got louder and bolder as he went through the litany of names, ending on a bellow.
Sirius was in front of him, not the bedraggled depressed man he knew after Azkaban, but the Sirius he had known during school. James and Lily were beside him, slightly older versions, the ones who had been pregnant and happy. It was as if this place somehow knew which personalities he wanted most. Remus was so overwhelmed he was at a loss for words. What did one say in this situation? 'I'm dead, you're dead, we're all dead, hooray?'
Apparently one didn't say anything, just made out. Or at least that seemed to be Lily's strategy; she had stepped forward and put her mouth on his. Her tongue was wet, her nipples were hard, her thighs were warm, and... and this was so wrong! He wrenched away ready to babble an apology at James, only to see him smiling.
"Took you long enough to get here, mate."
Remus blinked, and by the time his eyes were open again, all three were nude. Not a trace of clothing on the soft white ground, nor a trace of embarrassment. It was like he had always dreamed, with the exception of Peter missing.
James bore him down to the ground, which seemed to engulf his back without clinging. He was sure he could feel more then six hands, and yet it didn't seem to matter. If someone was here, it was someone that deserved to be here. His last thought before succumbing to the pleasure was 'maybe heaven didn't suck'.
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Date: 2007-07-26 10:17 pm (UTC)well, gala-darling, as you well know, i love you. and this is brilliant :D as i said, i am willing to forgive the lack fo remus/sirius fluff for the fact that you wrote remus/sirius/james/lily orginess...even if it was bordering on het :)
a very interesting take on heaven...i love how all your fics just have a sense of belonging...i loved how james was like 'took you long enough' and they'd obviously missed him just a little and he belonged there with them, with and enternity of pleasure and...well...what a happy thought...oh, i do hope that's where he went :)
*snuggles*
*hugs*
*squishes*
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Date: 2007-07-30 04:48 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-08-01 05:14 am (UTC)PORTUS
85 bucks a night for a hotel with hpsauce
about 250 for programming
about 600 for both travels
4 days of programming
TERMINUS
96 bucks a night for a hotel with hpsauce
140 for ticket
100 for programming?
290 for both travels
5 days of programming
however, if i go to a convention with you, does that mean you're not going to come to canada? because holy crap, i need you to come here. *begs*
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Date: 2007-08-01 08:29 am (UTC)Okay, so, current plan is: I'm in Canada the week before, we do awesome stuff and flail and do a hell of a lot of rambly things...erm...then, we jump on a plane and fly down to Chicago, spend 5 days being totally exhausted by Harry Potter coolness and then stumble away back home...
So...I'm guessing the thought is, we better end up liking each other in RL, because we are going to end up spending a lot of time together :)
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Date: 2007-08-01 05:35 pm (UTC)high is good. but you can't forget the classic of being drunk, and have you ever had a caffeine pill high? lol, it's pretty fun when it's 8am and you haven't crashed and you don't even blink anymore because it's a "waste of time".
hitting my best friend is an awesome reason for coming to canada, lol. seriously though, it takes a very unique woman to not find him evil. vince you should like, jason i'm not sure about.
you forgot shopping! remember, i currently only own two pair of shoes, and you wanted to take me shopping.
and also, because it'll save us both a few hundred bucks, we'll greyhound to chicago. or at least, that's what i was planning. for the most part i'm a penny pincher.
of course we'll like each other in rl. that's not even a question. *hugs*
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Date: 2007-08-02 08:54 am (UTC)2. drunk!me is usually lovely (laughing and dancing and hugging and singing and shouting like a 40-y-o builder)...i never give up on the drunkeness, darling, no matter how fabulous getting high is, because drunk!me is, well, a lot of fun to be...
not sure about caffeine pills...i have a feeling i will be insufferable...my normal personality is one which begs the question 'is she on crack? or has she had too much coffee?' so, y'know, not sure what to make of me after having had too much caffeine...but i'll give it a try, will make a difference from lazy!me :)
3. i don't hate jason...i'm sure i won't hate him when i get over there either...i just really want to one day hit a bloke who's a foot taller than me, because it amuses me, and then i can tell others who will think i am very brave. i'm supposedly evil, but i'm 'easy to like' if you can put up with the constant chatter about complete rubbish...keeping my mouth closed is not one of my strong points...
(that reminds me of the guy at the launch party asking 'do you hiss in your sleep? because, seriously, you are one twisted woman'...i was oddly flattered...and proud of my evil...i thought i'd lost it)
i'm sure i'll love both of them, as long as they play nice :>
4. shopping! i love shopping! *sings the shopping song*...actually, i hate most shopping, but shoe-shopping is the exception, because i love shoes so much and shopping for them is sooo good...and even if they don't have my size in anything (a sad reality in most places) i will be so pleased and we can buy you killer hells and red shoes (heee, red shoes FTW) and all sorts of lovely things :)
5. okay, call me weird, but my first thoughts on the verb 'to greyhound' include:
(a) omg! are we going to ride greyhounds to chicago? hey, wait a minute, that sounds cruel.
(b) omg! are we going to go to a dog race and bet a lot of money on greyhounds so we can afford pretty things?
and then i realised both of these are stupid ideas and i obviously have no idea what the word means...so, definition would be useful, for i am but a science-student who has little idea of the use of words :(
6. good to know your a penny-pincher...because chances are i'll need a little help in being one...jesus!
7. good...i'm more worried about you hating me...i think i take a little time to warm up to...i can be a little bit rambly and things...although, i suppose, if you enjoy a british accent (which i will have to try hard to maintain...i pick up other accents too quickly) it shouldn't be a problem :)
i'm sure we'll like eachother in rl...i meant it mainly as a turn-of-phrase...because this holiday is going to be awesome :D
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Date: 2007-08-02 11:27 pm (UTC)i can honestly say i've never worn a pair of high heels in my life. also, vince bought me makeup for my birthday, but i have no idea how to use it. you need to come here and teach me to be slightly more female.
ooohkay, i gotta say the image of riding dogs to chicago makes me LOL until i nearly piss myself. also, i'm not a gambler. if i want to waste my money, i'll do it on fast food, not betting.
http://www.greyhound.ca/en/
you have to tell me when you get here if i have an accent. because people say canadians do, but since i'm surrounded by canadians, we all sound the same.
i'd say one of my worst qualities is volume. i had a lot of ear surgery when i was younger, and about six months ago my eardrum burst and i'm now about 30% deaf in my left ear. coupled with the fact that i did 6 semesters of drama class in which they teach you to project (shout clearly so the cheap ass school can hear you in the back of the theatre without having to buy microphones), i have trouble controlling my volume. i can't count the number of times vince/jason have told me "indoor voice".
i think we've both proven with our journal responses that we're rambly.
*hugs* i'm really looking forward to all this, and it's still a year from now!
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Date: 2007-08-03 12:48 pm (UTC)okay, i'll teach you to be 'slightly more female' and by that i mean, within two days you will be ready to march in femmepride, making everyone else look butch :) i'm quite good at girlifying others, i think, more so than me...i'm a little too lazy to actually be a girl...
ah, i bet, which is a silly thing to do, but it's something to do every now and again, and there is little else to pass the time at racetracks (horses, not greyhounds...i love horses)...fastfood is better, though...should change my hobbies.
of course canadians have an accent...and you do too...i heard you once on the pc and you had a canadian accent :P after all, i don't have an accent at all...except i'm a bit plumby, but that's my mum's fault, really, i sound pretty normal.
oh, i can be loud...my mum spends a lot of time telling me to stop shouting, because when i get excited i get loud and i speak at a million miles per hour :o i did drama too, still do sometimes, which is possibly why i am too...oh well, we can keep up the neighbours with our chatting...and maybe make vince and jason feel that they're whispering...because we just speak at normal volume...
*snuggles* i can't wait, i really can't...i've got all sorts of stuff to do before i even start booking things, but i keep thinking 'eeeh, canada'...my parents are sick of it already, i wonder how bad i'll be once it gets closer :)