friday night fic? yeah, I think it's saturday morning fic at this point

i. DO YOU KNOW WHAT CLICHE BINGO HAS MADE ME DO. IT HAS MADE ME WRITE HARRY POTTER FIC.

I mostly blame this indirectly on feverbeats, because he has been going on about how Harry Potter is kind of his one true fandom, and deep down I have an inner fifteen-year-old who wants to just write Sirius/Remus fic all the time because that is baby's first OTP, and if I actually know how to write kisses now, why am I not writing Remus/Sirius kisses all the time?? This is more or less one last indulegence.

So, for the fairly fabulous cliche_bingo prompt 'woke up in bed together' I give you Several Ways to Apologize, in which Sirius Black does, indeed, find several ways to apologize for that hilarious thing he did that one time in sixth year that upset Snape. Y'know, that thing. Features legumes, some Padfoot POV, Peter with an actual speaking role, and naked Remus. Okay, I guess I still like this fandom after all.

ii. (which is related to i.)

aria: Sirius Black's narrative voice: still easy after five years without. O.O
polarisnorth: That doesn't actually surprise me. Sirius is pretty much the first of many characters of his type that you've fangirled over the years.
polarisnorth: RayK is only the latest.
aria: ...yeah, I am kind of eyeing it going "This is easy because it is sixteen-year-old British!Ray with ~magic~."
polarisnorth: ... have you written the crossover prompt yet?
polarisnorth: Because.
polarisnorth: That would be hilarious.
aria: dsddsfdfslkljdfs OH MY GOD

YEAH GUESS WHAT I'M GOING TO BE WRITING TOMORROW. But not right now because now I am sleeping.

fic (again)

Okay, I may be cheating slightly, because originally this was just an innocent OT3 commentfic; on the other hand, I keep on trying to write something for the 'day-in-the-life' square on my Bingo card, and what kept on coming out was exactly the same Saturday-morning-OT3 fic, so I have surrendered. Maybe you have seen this before, but I have given it a little polish and its own post, and it is full of, um, sparkly hearts and coffee.

Saturday, F/K/V, FLUFF. :D

uselessly crossing obscure fandoms

Okay, so I have this book lying around the house called Summon the Keeper. It was recommended to me in high school on the basis of, I believe, the fairly awesome talking cat; my copy is beat-up enough that I seem to have read it a number of times. It's not particularly great, but it's good fun -- basically, this woman Claire (along with her aforementioned talking cat, Austin) is a Keeper, charged with keeping the balance of good and evil righted in the world, and closing rips in the fabric of reality. She ends up stuck trying to seal a hole to Hell in the basement of a guest house in Kingston, which also houses the fabulous ghost of a Quebecois sailor and is tended by a handsome young man name of Dean McIsaac.

The reason I actually picked this book up again, specifically, is because I had the sudden revelation that, hey, uh, Dean? really freakishly a lot like Benton Fraser. I went back through to see if my recollection was accurate, and lo -- Dean is pretty much exactly what you'd expect twenty-year-old Fraser to be like if he was a handyman instead of a Mountie and from Newfoundland. It's a closer match than you might think.

( And then I go on about that and this book for a while, because I am easily charmed. But you totally want to read excerpts of the adventures of twenty-year-old handyman Fraser. )