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[momebie]

Right. I'm sorry flist. I am a lost cause. It's totally all over. You might as well pick up and move a safe distance from the blast range because I spent a good portion of my evening reading Just One of the Girls by skoosiepants and laughing my head off and wondering at the top of my lungs why Ryan Ross in a homecoming dress is so funny to me. Boy kept telling me to keep it down, but you all know that that doesn't work. *sigh* I love you all though, and we shall make it through this, just like we do with everything else.

And today I was commenting with another flister who also does NOT have a secret bandom obsession and this little bit of nonsense popped into my head. It has a whole story too, but this is what's typed up now to illustrate what happened in my brain at the critical point where it broke in half and decided to let all of this information come flooding in. So yes.

Fandom: Harry Potter AU (band style)
Characters: Sirius, James and Remus in this bit
Word Count: 910
A/N: There are no words. I generally am not a fan of AUs. But then again, I wasn't a fan of bandom until three days ago. The drugs, they work quickly my friends.

James Potter had the worst ideas. Sirius would let James know this if he wasn't currently playing bass too loudly for anyone in the venue to hear anything. James leaned into him from the other side, and their knees almost touched as they faced off in the middle of the tiny stage.

When Sirius looked up James was concentrating hard on playing his guitar. It was a song that they'd just worked out, and part of the chords were a little out of the way for James, but he was a fast learner on all accounts. James' bottom lip was tucked in between his teeth as he worked his way through the trickier part of the hook. He was sweating, which caused the thick black line of kohl he'd painted around his eyes to follow the trails down his cheeks and make his face look like the underside of Lily's vegetable garden. Roots, Sirius thought, dangerous and tangled and annoyingly clingy.

James looked up. I dare you, he mouthed, and Sirius pulled a face before he skittered back across the stage the his mic to pick up the chorus. James did his part as back up, but when he was through he bound across the stage, making it to Sirius' side in a little less than three steps, still playing as he intertwined his left leg with Sirius' left leg. Some girl in the front row started making cat calls, which spurred James on. He dropped to his knees, the crotch of his jeans pressing against Sirius' calf and the screaming started anew.

Sirius tried to ignore James' display. He finished the song and started tuning his guitar, even though he didn't need to, and waited for James to get up and go back to his own side of the stage.

James stood, but he leaned around Sirius and started using his mic. “How's everyone doing?”

Some more screaming from several girls. A few shouts that couldn't be heard over the den were lobbed at the stage, and then there were some that could be heard.

“I'm sorry,” James draped his right arm around Sirius shoulder and used his left to cup his ear, his guitar left hanging at his waist. “What was that mate?”

“I said get off, pansy!”

Sirius looked to his left to see Jame's grin grow a bit tight. He had told James it was a bad idea. If he was going to get touchy feely on stage for a reaction, he had to deal with all of the reactions.

“One more time?” James shouted his words around the mic. His arm around Sirius' shoulder grew rigid and choked Sirius a bit, who tried to pull away.

“Fucking pillow-biters! I said you're rubbish, get off!”

Sirius looked out into the audience, but couldn't see who was doing the shouting. There was a small commotion toward the back and he assumed that it was some of the other fans attacking back at the offender.

“Get off, did you say?” Sirius spoke into the microphone quietly, trying to recapture the room's attention. The nerves he'd felt earlier, the adrenaline of the song, the warmth that Remus' proximity to him earlier in the wings had caused, everything faded away. He was perfectly calm. The three people in the room who noticed that also knew how dangerous it was.

There was a half-hearted cry of 'rubbish!' and some more shouting amongst the people on the floor. And James Potter had the worst ideas, but sometimes they were all that Sirius had to go on.

Sirius didn't really kiss James, so much as he just turned and buried his nose and mouth in the crook of James' neck. James' hand shot up and started to tear through Sirius' tangled, sweaty hair and there was more cat calling and cheering and no one complained about anything. Sirius broke away and threw a huge grin at the audience. “There! Now that all that previously unrequited sexual tension has been worked on, who's ready for some music?”

The crowd cheered as James stumbled back to his side of the stage and Sirius turned around and started plucking out the notes of the next song. He took a sharp intake of breath, back to the audience so they wouldn't see the doubt on his face, and looked up. Remus was looking at him, but when their eyes met he looked away quickly and became intensely interested in the beat of the song and wildly flourishing with his drumsticks. Sirius wished he hadn't let James goad him into what just happened. He wished that he knew what the look on Remus' face meant. And he wished that it didn't turn his world completely upside down.

I am so high on fandom right now. I've had the entirety of Pretty Odd on loop in my brain all day. >.< It's fucking 1AM. Someone come talk me down off the Winnie the Pooh story in which Ross is like Eeyore before I'm up till 4. Thanks.


In real life news, it will be very KL's Life if corbylea up and moves to Colorado before I do. *clings* Everyone's life is falling apart around me and I'm so fucking helpless I can't even solve my own problems. It's one of the worst feelings in the world. So yeah, back to fandom. *curls up inside you all for comfort*

Comments

[kyasuriin.livejournal.com]

nygah! *does happy dance of glee* I love the audience reaction and Remus' look! his look! *cuddles*
In my invisioned HP/bandom AU crossover thing Remus plays the guitar so I feel the fics can happily coexist if I ever get around to writing it (which I very well may not) and in any case, the world needs more marauders bandom slash, yes? :D

[momebie.livejournal.com]

Mine isn't a real crossover I don't guess. Unless I start pulling in real bands for them to tour with, which I considered when I started the beginning on my break. God. In my head it's just so long and convoluted. And we all know how good I am at finishing things these days.

And of course they will happily co-exist. They will also get along on the playground and work well in groups. <3 Remus on guitar. Mmm. I admit that the only basis to Sirius being on bass is that I've always had a thing for bass players. Always.

(And egads is my brain running a mile a minute like Brendon in all those fics. I'm going to bed right now. I swear. *dreads the morning*)

[marilla82.livejournal.com]

OMG....we NEED to PLAY IT!

[momebie.livejournal.com]

WE DO. Peter is very Bob Bryar in this universe. Not that that means any more to you than it did to me 3 days ago. So.

[timetraveled.livejournal.com]

Really, really love this fic :D ♥

[momebie.livejournal.com]

Hee. That's not even the whole thing. :p *smoosh*

[timetraveled.livejournal.com]

Really?! Yay!

Downloading Pretty Odd by the way to see what all the fangirling on my f-list is about ;)

[momebie.livejournal.com]

I like it, but I think I'm predispositioned to like things like it. It doesn't sound anything like the last album, and in reality I think the lyrics off the last album are more interesting. But that doesn't make it not damn infectious. I'm not kidding, the whole album is stuck in my head. I'm like a jukebox. Feed me a quarter and pick a song. :p

[theemdash]

I fucking love you. And I swear to Joss that if you don't write more of this I'm going to kidnap you and sit on your head until you do. Thankfully my ass is currently in my control, so it will be easy for me to make good on this threat.

[momebie.livejournal.com]

*dies* Well with threats like THAT how can I not!? I started the very beginning of it last night on my break so we'll see what happens. I should spend writing time this evening working on REAL THINGS, but maybe I'll split the time in half. *nods* I love your ass, to be sure, but I don't need it on my face.

[sopdetly.livejournal.com]

I told her she had to write more, too, but your threats are much more awesome than my gentle prodding. <3 (PS: If you need an additional ass and can wait 2 weeks, I'm happy to help.)

[momebie.livejournal.com]

K, why is my TWIN and my BRAIN TWIN planning my demise, eh?

*tackles* We'll see who sits on who's head first!

[zodiacstargazer.livejournal.com]

BANDOM AND THE MARAUDERS.

life cannot get any better alsdksaf;asdfdhs :OOOO ♥

[momebie.livejournal.com]

Hee. I'm glad to have helped. <3

[scribewraith.livejournal.com]

I've had this tab open to comment on for a couple of days [goddamn deathplague] because I wanted to say that I love this hard. I love the way you've blended the HP and the bandom and in my head I'm so pretending you're hinting at Ryan/Spencer which is like one of my otp's (except it's panic and I ship GSF ftw).

Also, my rec journal scribewraithrec has a HEAP more recs in it, I haven't sorted out my absolute favourites but you should have a scout through and see what else you might like.

PS Bandom obsessions are fun, and healthy!

[momebie.livejournal.com]

*smooshes* I hope you are free of the death plague now. Or freer even. I had it a month or so ago and I know that it is NOT FUN.

Panic, thy fandom's name is Boypile, and I will always love you. <3 (Christ. I think I fell for bandom faster than I fell for Mighty Boosh. Oh Noelio, I have not forgotten you. It's just that...real boys. *sigh*)

I have been digging through your recs. And can I tell you that 'All In Your Mind' was all sorts of painful to me in this really good way in which I NEED MORE. It makes me feel sad for the Brendon in that fic, though. *sniff*

THEY ARE FUN! There's a possibility I will get to see Panic on the 25th, which would NOT have made me THIS GIDDY a week ago.