The Sin in Your Grin (and the Shape of Your Mouth) - Sirius/Snape, Remus/Sirius, implied James/Sirius [NC-17]
Christ, I meant to rec this aeons ago. Yup, that’s me, slacker extraordinaire. But look on the bright side. This fic is your piss-warm glass of green-tinted shut the fuck up ala Snape/Black. Happy St Paddy’s Day, kids <3
Okay, so those of you that have had to suffer my Snape/Black love for years know that this is my forever-and-always OTP. And while my allegiances have shifted sides in recent years, I still favour my old bannermen from time to time.
To be brutally honest, most of the reasons I don’t indulge in this pairing anymore are because I have issues with the beautification of it. There are no flowers (unless they’re wilted). There are no candy hearts (unless they’re soured and broken). And there are no ‘I love yous’ (unless they’re preceded by darker words). Too often I see flowery declarations of love that make me hit the back button with speed enough to hurt myself. Two stubborn, damaged men are never going to be able to make a legitimate go of things. Not in 5,000 words. Not in 50,000 words. Not in 500,000 words.
However, in 15,000 words, you will find a gorgeously written depiction of the ugliness that is war and the dysfunctional dynamism that accompanies it. Hey, nobody said life was fair :P
I’ve always loved Julie’s Marauders’ era fics. The voices are impeccable. The interactions are believably canon. And the camaraderie of four unlikely friends is utterly convincing. The opening scene with Sirius and James sharing a smoke leaves me with a stupid grin on my face. There’s just something about her BFF simpatico that resonates strongly with me. And really, all of her fab four interactions have this effect on me. She even writes Peter in a way that makes me sympathise with him much later on some small level. And though my Sirius/Remus mojo may come and go as it well pleases, Julie always manages to attract me all over again, and never in the same way twice.
Of course, there is the Snape/Sirius. Only I could get so wrapped up in a fic I love that I forget the real reason I’m here. Unabashed. Unpretty. Unvarnished. Unutterable. The sex is smoking hot. The wit is sharp. The words are warped. I fucking fall to pieces when Snape/Black is written this way. And I love love love
the theme of this story. That Sirius could look back on all his doomed relationships with something akin to fondness is striking to me.
Let me leave you with my favourite exchange from the fic."I don't believe that," Sirius said, stubbing his cigarette out on the steps.
"Of course you don't. You always did prefer a pleasant lie to an ugly truth."
Snape reached for the door again, which moved him closer to Sirius, his shadow hiding Sirius' feet and his wrist an inch from Sirius' face, and Sirius suddenly realised, as Snape's robe brushed his shoulder and the moonlight tarnished Snape's hair a deep Ravenclaw blue, that this was the first time he'd been alone with Snape since Snape Apparated out of his flat nearly sixteen years ago.
Sirius looked up at the heavy, listless sky. "You're an ugly truth, Snape."