Crack, baby, crack
Show me you’re real
Smack, baby, smack
Is that all that you feel?
Suck, baby, suck
Give me your head
Before you start professing
That you’re knocking me dead
Sunday 4th January 1976
“Come on, please?”
“No.”
“Pleeeeease?”
“I said no!”
“It’s not like it’s difficult; you just have to stick it in!”
“What if I hurt you?”
“You won’t.”
“Get James to do it.”
Sirius pouted. “I don’t want James to do it. You’re better at this stuff, Moony.”
Remus sighed. Sirius had been cajoling for the past two hours, slowly wearing him down. “I’ve never pierced anyone’s ear in my life,” he said, in a resigned sort of voice, “How d’you know I’m any better at it than James?”
“I just do.”
Remus rolled his eyes, not bothering to respond, and Sirius began to grin.
“Come on, Moony, do I have to beg?”
“You’ve been begging,” Remus snorted, and Sirius gave a haughty toss of his hair.
“That was negotiating.” He fell to his knees in front of the sofa where Remus was reading, smirking devilishly, “This is begging.”
Moony’s eyes went wide. “What are you—”
“Oh please, great and powerful Moony,” Sirius proclaimed dramatically, raising his voice, “Have mercy on your devoted follower!” He reached out, gripping Remus’s leg with his hands.
“Hey—”
“Benevolence, sire, for a poor and desperate wretch! Only you can save me from the awful mundanity of an unadorned ear, only you can—”
“Alright, alright!” Remus shoved him off, standing abruptly. Sirius grinned up from the carpet.
“Is that a yes?”
“Yes, fine—s’long as you quit acting like a prat.”
“Deal!”
The whole thing had started a few days before, when Mrs. Potter took them all down to the village to find new shoes for Sirius. (There would be no Diagon Alley, per Moody’s instructions—even though nothing further had happened with Sirius’s parents. He wasn't sure if the Ministry just didn’t care enough about the illegal use of magic to investigate or if Dumbledore was leaving it unreported on purpose. He tried not to think about it too much, either way.) Sirius had been ecstatic to find a pair of chunky black boots like the ones Remus had, complete with bright yellows laces. Mrs. Potter insisted on buying them as an additional late-Christmas present, even though the Potters had already done so much for Sirius that he had no idea how he’d ever repay them.
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All the Young Dudes ( Sirius' Perspective )
ФанфикAll the Young Dudes by mskingbean89 written from Sirius' POV, All credits for this story goes to rollercoasterwords on ao3. *THIS IS NOT MY ORIGINAL WORK. *THE ORIGINAL AUTHOR OF THIS STORY IS ROLLERCOASTERWORDS ON AO3.
