This isn't what I asked for, you said, but you gave it to me, anyway. And it's the most wonderful gift of all.
It's so bloody precious. I love this story. Loved loved loved it all.
You know how I like Sirius returning from the veil? Oh, you probably didn't, but I do fucking love it and this was done so god-damn wonderfully!
Thanks so much "mystery author" as this is so beautiful, heartbreaking, hot, and sexy, and touching.
This entire paragraph had me in tears, and left me shattered in SUCH A GOOD WAY that I nearly died from all the angst. Haha (trust me, that's a compliment)
The first night Sirius heard Harry wandering the hallways at two am, his eyes red and sore, Sirius had been awake himself. Harry’d walked in and there Sirius was, rattling around in the kitchen as he watched Moony and Regulus ― dear old Reg, poor, stupid kid ― playing chess by the liquor cabinet, their translucent hands moving translucent pieces. It seemed as natural as anything to invite Harry to sleep with him, when Harry quietly announced he couldn't rest, and even more natural that Harry would gratefully accept the offer. Sirius has always been a tactile person himself― ‘bit too tactile, eh?’ Prongs used to say, laughing as he shrugged Sirius’s arm off ― and it had been almost too easy to comfort Harry with arms and hands, and then more.
And then the last bit. The conversation and how Harry's just so sweet and Sirius is just so wonderful, I wanna put him in my pocket!
“Unfinished business, that’s all,” he whispers against Harry’s lips, feels them part underneath his own. “Same reason all ghosts come back, sweetheart.” Harry bites his lower lip, his smile genuine, relieved.
“Are you haunting me then, old man?” he wonders, and Sirius laughs himself, as he pulls Harry’s legs around his waist, lets the blankets fall around them, hiding them from sight.
“Something like that, kid.”
Thank you THANK YOU
THANK YOU
...for this amazing gift that I so very much so cherish.
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It's so bloody precious. I love this story. Loved loved loved it all.
You know how I like Sirius returning from the veil? Oh, you probably didn't, but I do fucking love it and this was done so god-damn wonderfully!
Thanks so much "mystery author" as this is so beautiful, heartbreaking, hot, and sexy, and touching.
This entire paragraph had me in tears, and left me shattered in SUCH A GOOD WAY that I nearly died from all the angst. Haha (trust me, that's a compliment)
The first night Sirius heard Harry wandering the hallways at two am, his eyes red and sore, Sirius had been awake himself. Harry’d walked in and there Sirius was, rattling around in the kitchen as he watched Moony and Regulus ― dear old Reg, poor, stupid kid ― playing chess by the liquor cabinet, their translucent hands moving translucent pieces. It seemed as natural as anything to invite Harry to sleep with him, when Harry quietly announced he couldn't rest, and even more natural that Harry would gratefully accept the offer. Sirius has always been a tactile person himself― ‘bit too tactile, eh?’ Prongs used to say, laughing as he shrugged Sirius’s arm off ― and it had been almost too easy to comfort Harry with arms and hands, and then more.
And then the last bit. The conversation and how Harry's just so sweet and Sirius is just so wonderful, I wanna put him in my pocket!
“Unfinished business, that’s all,” he whispers against Harry’s lips, feels them part underneath his own. “Same reason all ghosts come back, sweetheart.” Harry bites his lower lip, his smile genuine, relieved.
“Are you haunting me then, old man?” he wonders, and Sirius laughs himself, as he pulls Harry’s legs around his waist, lets the blankets fall around them, hiding them from sight.
“Something like that, kid.”
Thank you THANK YOU
THANK YOU
...for this amazing gift that I so very much so cherish.
HUGS.