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Heeeeey, it's xinasvoice who got "My Way." I thought I was going to write a short porny thing but then a new idea came and took over my brain. I've been working on it! I need more time. Currently at around 9k out of an estimated 15k. Honestly, I will probably need at least two more weeks, so if that's too long for your fest, I understand. I will solider on!
That’s totally fine! I’ll add you to the list as a pending entry, thanks for letting me know!
Hi this is xina on anon busting into your tmi’s to ask you about your wildest wank-fantasies cause that’s tmi as it gets. but not actually on anon because you always know anyways you slick motherfucker
This is the woman I have chosen to love, ladies and gents goDDAMNIT xD
Okay so I’m actually irritatingly vanilla thus far in my relatively short life, but here’s a sexy secret about me: wanking while high is basically my favourite thing in the entire world. It feels AMAZING okay. If you partake in that sweet herb and you haven’t done it, I URGE YOU TO RECONSIDER. Your whole body feels disconnected but more alive at the same time, so every touch is goddamn ELECTRIC no matter where it is on your body. And because of the disconnect, it’s very easy to imagine someone else doing it to you. That’s where the whole fantasy thang comes in. I just close my eyes and imagine someone else is doing The Things to me, and I have like a conversation with them in my head complete with Le Dirty Talk because that is Some Good Shit.
There ya go. A true TMI, compliments of Xina. I hope you’re happy now you wondrous force of evil <3
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I've had this fic lost in my broken bookmarks for YEARS. Any ideas? "Hogwarts Letters - "Parting Ways" - by FairyTale - the 4th wall"It was about cannon remus (or harry?) going on an existential journey through the 4th wall to retrieve Sirius or Sirius and remus. They meet rowling and she metaphorically guides them to alternate universes. <3
My only suggestion would be to try the waybackmachine. If you still have the url, you can try entering it in there and see if anyone saved a copy. :)
🍬💕!
Let’s do this. My side blog where I actually post stuff is xinasvoice. 😘
I give my great big box of candy hearts a shake...
I open it up to pull one out for @xinasvoice and see the inscription...
Some ideas for you! Wolfstar and/or Marauders. First exposure to a muggle record player. Caught in the Forbidden Forest in a rain/snowstorm. Sneaking into a Hogsmeade shop after closing. Anything with REMUS AS A TEACHER. <3 <3
First exposure to a muggle record player…
Warm summer sunlight filtered in through Remus’ bedroom window, illuminating the dust motes floating lazily through the air. The room was fairly sparse in decor; its walls - unlike Sirius and James’ - weren’t plastered with posters of various Quidditch teams and rock bands. In fact, were it not for the stacks of books lying everywhere and the long forgotten cups of tea on every available surface, Sirius might not even have known this room belonged to Remus.
“I can’t believe I’ve never seen your room before,” Sirius said as he put down his suitcase.
“Not really much to look at, I’m afraid,” Remus replied a little awkwardly.
“Hey, at least you don’t have house-elf heads on display. That’s a plus in my book.”
Remus chuckled and continued to watch Sirius as he made his way around the room, inspecting everything carefully. It made Remus feel oddly self-conscious, exposed. Just as he was beginning to chastise himself for not tidying more, Sirius spoke, effectively interrupting his thoughts.
“What’s this?”
He was pointing at what currently lay off to the side of Remus’ desk. “A record player. You’ve never seen one before?”
Sirius’ confused look was replaced by one of overconfidence, which Remus saw through immediately. “’Course I have. Loads of times.”
Remus bit back a smile and continued on stoically, unwilling to let Sirius off that easily. “Oh, would you mind putting a record on then? I fancy a bit of the Beatles.”
“Uh, sure,” Sirius replied, bravado slipping just a bit. He recovered quickly, however, and pulled out the correct album amidst Remus’ small collection. After a brief moment of deliberation, he removed the delicate vinyl from its sleeve and approached the record player with an amount of wariness that would have been better suited for staring down a grim. Remus watched on in fond amusement.
After a few tentative prods of the needle, Sirius huffed and turned around. “Alright, you win. Teach me how to work this thing, would you?”
Remus smiled and folded his arms, rather enjoying seeing the usually self-assured Sirius Black out of his element. “Say please.”
Sirius breathed a laugh. “Fuck you.”
“Without music to set the mood? I’d never be so classless,” Remus rejoined easily, before realizing exactly what it was he’d just said. Where the hell did that come from?
“Ah. Well, in that case…” Sirius smirked and straightened into a mockingly formal posture. “Moony, would you please teach me to use your record player so that I may ravage you in the way your romantic sensibilities evidently require?”
“I thought you’d never ask,” Remus responded with equal dramatics.
It wasn’t until he walked to the record player, and consequently to Sirius, that Remus began to wonder where exactly the line gets drawn between friendly banter and flirting. He wondered if he and Sirius had crossed it, had been crossing it for years.
He also wondered if that possibility should bother him more than it did.
Before Remus could let himself re-hash and over-analyze every conversation they’d had for the past six years, however, he busied himself by showing Sirius the ins and outs of a Muggle turntable.
They spent the first few songs chatting idly about their summer vacations, a lot of which included Sirius’ whinging about James deserting him for cousin so-and-so’s wedding. After a while, they ran out of things to say and just sat on Remus’ bed listening to the music in companionable silence.
Out of the corner of his eye, Remus surreptitiously glanced at Sirius, quietly marvelling at the way he seemed able to make himself look completely at home anywhere he happened to be. Whether it was in class leaning back precariously in his chair, or sitting against Remus’ headboard with legs crossed at the ankles and stretched out in front of him, Sirius always managed to appear at ease. His movements had an effortless grace that Remus admired.
“I feel like this is how it was meant to be,” Sirius suddenly said.
“Wh-what?” Remus spluttered, thinking Sirius couldn’t possibly mean that the way it sounded.
And, sure enough - “The music. I feel like this is how it was meant to be listened to, you know?”
Remus couldn’t help but laugh. “Unbelievable. Barely a half hour in and you’re already a purist.”
Sirius smiled and shrugged. “What can I say? My cultural horizons have been expanded. Progress will not be stopped!”
“And does this ‘progress’ extend to other areas of your personality, I wonder?” Remus asked, his voice carrying a teasing lilt.
“Come on, Moons, everyone knows you can’t improve on perfection.”
Sirius winked at him then, and Remus couldn’t help but think such tactics must be illegal or, at the very least, fighting dirty.
“Hmm… Not exactly the word I’d use,” Remus replied.
Sirius arched a brow. “Oh, really? And what would be the word you’d use, pray tell?”
Remus pretended to really consider his answer. “Well, that all depends, really,” he began before lifting his hand and tilting it from side to side, “Is there a word that embodies this gesture?”
Sirius barked out an incredulous laugh. “That’s it, Lupin, you and your smart mouth are going down!”
Remus had no time to formulate a snappy comeback as Sirius was already tackling him. A full blown war quickly ensued, each boy struggling to get the upper hand through their laughter. Remus made a calculated swipe for Sirius’ hair, hoping to succeed in mussing it up, but Sirius took the opportunity to grab Remus’ wrists, quickly utilizing the extra leverage to pin Remus to the bed. Remus tried to squirm out of the hold, but it was no use. Sirius hovered above him, smiling down triumphantly.
“I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: No one. Touches. The hair,” Sirius said, a challenging look still in his eyes.
“You’d think I’d have remembered that after the third or fourth lecture on the subject,” Remus replied, remembering all the instances Sirius had made his priorities about his hair perfectly clear.
“Is the prefect complaining about lectures? Pot, meet kettle.”
Remus huffed a small laugh, but didn’t say anything. His breathing was evening out, and suddenly he realized that their breathing was the only sound in the room, the record having come to an end.
Remus turned his attention back to Sirius, who was looking at him more intensely than before, expression unreadable, and giving no indication of moving. Remus’ mind wandered back to his partially formed thoughts from earlier about where the boundary lines were. Now, however, it felt like they were in different territory completely. It was hard to decipher with Sirius being so distractingly close.
Sirius licked his lips a little before speaking and Remus swallowed involuntarily. “Hey, Remus?”
“Yeah?”
“You know how in those lectures, you’re always telling me that I’m too impulsive? That I don’t think before I act?”
“Yeah.”
“And that it makes me do stupid things?”
“Yeah.”
“Well, I’m about to do something really stupid.”
“What do you-”
Sirius kissed him.
It was just a light brush of lips, and Sirius pulled back almost immediately, clearly gauging Remus’ reaction. Remus blinked.
“That was… certainly something,” Remus said unhelpfully, shock turning his brain to mush.
“A… A good something?” Sirius asked tentatively. The sheer uncertainty written on his face and evident in his tone suddenly made Remus’ mind feel more clear than it had ever been.
Remus smiled. “I couldn’t possibly say without further study.”
Joyful relief shone bright and hopeful in Sirius’ handsome features, and he wasted no time in ducking back down and capturing Remus’ lips once more.
A/N: The record prompt was the one that struck me first, but ya best bELIEVE I took a screenshot of this ask to come back to the other ones when I get a chance! Also, if you’re the anon who gave me the prompt about Remus and Sirius being left alone in the dorm together, I haven’t forgotten about you, I promise! I’m just uncommonly slow lol :P
Feel free to send me some wolfstar drabble prompts and I’ll get to them whenever I feel like doing a little writing :)
((OOC: @xinashouse HERE YOU GO YOU CHEEKY SHIT LOL xD Ask Remus some questions!))
Asking, shamelessly, for myself: 🌺 and 🎶 (I’M GREEDY FOR UR BEATS)
🌺 - First Impressions.
When I was reading through your very first reply to my very first email, my thought was immediately something along the lines of “this person is just the COOLEST”. I love the way you said things, and you were really funny and COOL. Further interaction has just heightened these impressions <3
🎶 - Song recommendation.
hmmmMM BEATS YOU SAY? I give you The Big Bang by Rock Mafia because what a jammm.
Send me a url for these questions!
