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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*