A Literal Scrapbook

by Claire Whitmore

A scrapbook is messy, it's full of everything, an essence of what was. It has the smiles, the sadness and the moments when you laugh for no good reason and just want to be with someone loved. This is the Marauder's scrapbook, literally. It's a big bundle of warm fuzzy blankets, cheap wine and the comic section of the paper on a rainy day, just in the form of drabbles. R/S and J/L

75. GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY

Sirius had always liked Remus's hands. Regardless of the tiny paper thin scars, regardless of his calluses. Sirius also liked Remus' hands when they were placed on him.

Sirius –and Remus- did not like it, however, when James interrupted them both through their rather lengthy foreplay sessions.

"GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!" James wailed with mock horror placed on his face as he expanded open the curtains that shut Sirius' four poster bed from the rest of the world. His hands were cupped around his mouth, as if this would amplify his shrieks of forced shock.

"Fuck off."

Anyone seen that meme of the seal that says "GAAAAY!"?