Title: Starbright
Author: Arabwel
Rating: G
Summary: A little SHIL fluff that I wrote for Lolita69uk's birthday... Sirius and Harry gaze at the stars.
Distribution: If you want this, tell me and it's your to archive. Squickcentral, all the list members' archives and FF.Net
Disclaimer: JKR owns, me not. Me poor student. No reason to sue.
Warnings: This is slash, chanslash to be more precise, which means it has a male/male relationship between two persons of disparaging age. Do not read if squicked.
Feedback: Comments, criticism and chocolate is accepted :) Flames are used to roast marshmallows
AN: Okay, this has not been beta read; so all mistakes & the like are my fault.
Dedication: To the Squickcentral people, just because.
That night, the temperature was chilly, and the stars shone more brightly than ever.
Harry did not notice the chill, but he did notice the stars from his position on half-laying on top of his Godfather. The bespectacled boy twirled a strand of long black hair in his fingers, as he and his beloved gazed at the stars.
Sirius smiled at his young love, stroking the boy's hand with his own, much larger hand. No matter what others would say, how they would say that this was evil and wrong, he would always love Harry not only the way a Godfather loves his Godson, but also the way one loves one's lover.
Harry snuggled closer to Sirius, and breathed in his scent. Strong, earthy smell, with a hint of soapiness. The older man was still thin after his ordeal in Azkaban, and despite the fact that Harry and his friends had proved Sirius' innocence during their fifth year, many people resented him. Perhaps it was shame; perhaps it was fear, neither of them knew. But both of them were content to spend the summer days here, in the small house in the middle of nowhere, together.
Harry could feel the strong, hard planes of the older man under his cheek, the even breathing, and the warmth. He closed his eyes, content, and drew his knees to his chest. "I love you, Sirius," he whispered, and his hand left Sirius' hair and caressed his cheek.
Sirius leaned his head into the soft caress, and wrapped his arms around Harry. "And I love you too," he said, pressing a soft kiss to Harry's forehead.
Inside the house, the clock chimed midnight.
"Happy birthday, Harry," Sirius whispered to Harry, "You're now sixteen."
Harry let out a sound of content, and raised his head, opening his eyes to look at Sirius' eyes.
Sirius felt like drowning in those emerald depths, so young and innocent, that had seen more than anyone should ever be forced to see. He could see his own emotions mirrored in Harry's eyes, and he knew that this was right No matter what other people said, no matter how much they disapproved, Sirius Black knew that the love he felt for his Godson was meant to be. He smiled, and leaned forward to capture Harry's lips in a tender kiss.
The sweetness of the kiss was overwhelming, and it gradually grew more passionate, and not for long, they were devouring each other, the moment still as strabrightly precious.
As they came up for air, Sirius smirked at the boy. "So, Harry, should we head inside? I bet you are dying to get you present."
Harry laughed, and swatted Sirius on the arm. "Not really, I'd rather just be here with you. No matter how old I will be, I will always want to be with you."
Their hearts sang to the song of love, and together they gazed at the starry sky, sharing their love for each other without more words.
Author: Arabwel
Rating: G
Summary: A little SHIL fluff that I wrote for Lolita69uk's birthday... Sirius and Harry gaze at the stars.
Distribution: If you want this, tell me and it's your to archive. Squickcentral, all the list members' archives and FF.Net
Disclaimer: JKR owns, me not. Me poor student. No reason to sue.
Warnings: This is slash, chanslash to be more precise, which means it has a male/male relationship between two persons of disparaging age. Do not read if squicked.
Feedback: Comments, criticism and chocolate is accepted :) Flames are used to roast marshmallows
AN: Okay, this has not been beta read; so all mistakes & the like are my fault.
Dedication: To the Squickcentral people, just because.
That night, the temperature was chilly, and the stars shone more brightly than ever.
Harry did not notice the chill, but he did notice the stars from his position on half-laying on top of his Godfather. The bespectacled boy twirled a strand of long black hair in his fingers, as he and his beloved gazed at the stars.
Sirius smiled at his young love, stroking the boy's hand with his own, much larger hand. No matter what others would say, how they would say that this was evil and wrong, he would always love Harry not only the way a Godfather loves his Godson, but also the way one loves one's lover.
Harry snuggled closer to Sirius, and breathed in his scent. Strong, earthy smell, with a hint of soapiness. The older man was still thin after his ordeal in Azkaban, and despite the fact that Harry and his friends had proved Sirius' innocence during their fifth year, many people resented him. Perhaps it was shame; perhaps it was fear, neither of them knew. But both of them were content to spend the summer days here, in the small house in the middle of nowhere, together.
Harry could feel the strong, hard planes of the older man under his cheek, the even breathing, and the warmth. He closed his eyes, content, and drew his knees to his chest. "I love you, Sirius," he whispered, and his hand left Sirius' hair and caressed his cheek.
Sirius leaned his head into the soft caress, and wrapped his arms around Harry. "And I love you too," he said, pressing a soft kiss to Harry's forehead.
Inside the house, the clock chimed midnight.
"Happy birthday, Harry," Sirius whispered to Harry, "You're now sixteen."
Harry let out a sound of content, and raised his head, opening his eyes to look at Sirius' eyes.
Sirius felt like drowning in those emerald depths, so young and innocent, that had seen more than anyone should ever be forced to see. He could see his own emotions mirrored in Harry's eyes, and he knew that this was right No matter what other people said, no matter how much they disapproved, Sirius Black knew that the love he felt for his Godson was meant to be. He smiled, and leaned forward to capture Harry's lips in a tender kiss.
The sweetness of the kiss was overwhelming, and it gradually grew more passionate, and not for long, they were devouring each other, the moment still as strabrightly precious.
As they came up for air, Sirius smirked at the boy. "So, Harry, should we head inside? I bet you are dying to get you present."
Harry laughed, and swatted Sirius on the arm. "Not really, I'd rather just be here with you. No matter how old I will be, I will always want to be with you."
Their hearts sang to the song of love, and together they gazed at the starry sky, sharing their love for each other without more words.
