1000 post spammage--my version
Jun. 18th, 2004 10:11 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rynneIf this isn't an occasion for the sparkly icon, I don't know what is...
Anyway, because I'm always up for some entertainment and comments *snicker*, if you'd like to participate in my version of the 1000-post meme (dude, when did I become such a memesheep?) currently making the rounds of my flist, you have two options.
1. Post something random. Maybe a link to a story you liked that we can subsequently squee over. A random comment is fine. Whatever works.
2. Comments round-robin. Take the beginning of this story and continue it.
It was a dark and stormy night. Remus and Sirius were at Remus's house, watching the lightning flash across the sky and listening to the thunder roll.
"Let's go outside, Moony," Sirius suggested suddenly, looking away from the window.
Remus blinked, taken aback. "But it's storming!" he protested.
"So?" Sirius asked, then grinned mischievously and darted from the room, heading for the front door. Now your turn!
And as added incentive, I will write custom-ordered fic (as long as there is no Remus/Snape, Remus/Tonks, or James/Sirius requested) for whoever posts comment #1000. I will drabble for whoever gets comments 100, 200, 300, etc. Be sure to announce it, if you're the person with any of those comment numbers, as I'll probably miss it myself.
Anyway, because I'm always up for some entertainment and comments *snicker*, if you'd like to participate in my version of the 1000-post meme (dude, when did I become such a memesheep?) currently making the rounds of my flist, you have two options.
1. Post something random. Maybe a link to a story you liked that we can subsequently squee over. A random comment is fine. Whatever works.
2. Comments round-robin. Take the beginning of this story and continue it.
It was a dark and stormy night. Remus and Sirius were at Remus's house, watching the lightning flash across the sky and listening to the thunder roll.
"Let's go outside, Moony," Sirius suggested suddenly, looking away from the window.
Remus blinked, taken aback. "But it's storming!" he protested.
"So?" Sirius asked, then grinned mischievously and darted from the room, heading for the front door. Now your turn!
And as added incentive, I will write custom-ordered fic (as long as there is no Remus/Snape, Remus/Tonks, or James/Sirius requested) for whoever posts comment #1000. I will drabble for whoever gets comments 100, 200, 300, etc. Be sure to announce it, if you're the person with any of those comment numbers, as I'll probably miss it myself.
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Date: 2004-06-19 12:22 am (UTC)SO MUCH YES.
Hee. And maybe I will start another round-robin just so you can have your glittery boys. :D
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Date: 2004-06-19 12:24 am (UTC)Diamond Dogs
"I've got your present here," Remus said, then held up his hand before Sirius's obvious glee could spill out into words or, more likely, joyous whooping. "Wait, wait a minute. You've got to promise you won't get all leery. Don't think you're managing to uncover secret hidden Kinks, just because I'm spending a great deal of time in bed with you. You're not. It's a joke. I thought it was funny. Granted, I wasn't thinking straight, it was only a few days after the moon, but still, it's a joke. An attempt. Possibly not a very good one, I know you're going to get stupid about it, but I've got it now and it's Christmas so you've just got to have it, I didn't have time to find anything else once I realised what an abysmally horrid idea it was, so, um." He paused for breath.
"Can I speak yet?" Sirius asked.
"Yes."
"I love you, you silly bastard. You think it matters what you bought me for Christmas?"
"Well, if you're going to be like that..."
"NO! I didn't mean I don't want it! Oh, give it here, let me see."
He grabbed the little parcel and tore excitedly through the layers of gold paper until he got to the box... then paused.
"Just get it over with, will you?" Remus said. He looked distinctly nervous now, with his knees tucked up underneath his chin and hugged close to his body underneath the blankets. "What on earth are you waiting for?"
Sirius shrugged cheerfully. "Just savouring the moment, my Moony, my love, my heart. We'll never have another first-Christmas, you know."
"...Hee. Soppy mutt."
"You love me."
"You know it."
"Okay, enough talking."
He snatched the lid off the box -- and promptly fell off the bed onto the carpeted floor with a very strangled-sounding yell.
"Um." Remus started giggling rather stupidly into his fingers. "Are you all right?"
"I'm fine, I'm fine..." Sirius jumped up from the floor then, having fixed the spangly red faux-diamond-studded collar around his neck. He looked inordinately pleased with himself. "I'm FINE! But not half as fine as you're going to be when I get my hands on you! Not to mention my tongue and willy."
Remus was fairly close to hysterics at this point. "Um," he managed to force out, somewhere between laughing fits and returning Sirius's ferocious kisses. "Happy Christmas, then."
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