Okay, so basically I'm the Most Horrible Person in the Universe, Ever, and would you like to know why? Well, I will tell you: last August (the 23rd, I believe), ressie_noldo
had a birthday. And in advance of said birthday, she requested birthdayfic of Sirius Black in a trenchcoat. I started working on it the week before her birthday. I really, truly did.
And then, uh...well, first of all, it got long. I figured it would be short (because there was no plot. It was young!Sirius. In a black trenchcoat. Who needs plot?) and then it kept going and going, mostly because I didn't just sit myself down and write it in one sitting like I planned to, and then the fall semester started, and it was Bad, and I kept working on it even more slowly, and then Christmas break started, and it was also Bad, although I did manage to use some of my breaks at work to type it up and that. According to an old entry
, I actually finished the thing around Dec. 22, 2006. And I wrote an oddball summary of it in my 2006 fanfic review
even though I still wasn't ready to post it.
So, um...it's totally taken me this long to finish editing it. Mostly because I wasn't, you know, actively working on such an awful lot. I did do some of that during Christmas break, and then it just sort of...didn't happen...and on my little trip to Indianapolis I finally printed it out and made notes all over it on the airplane flight home (after doing homework. Yes, I did homework on the plane. It wasn't fun. Accomplished a lot, though.), and it still
took me until yesterday to put in all those edits and then today to post it. Because I am just that awesome.
Anyway...yeeeah. Is it slightly problematic that as soon as I started thinking about this fic (over six months ago, shut up), I immediately started picturing Sirius in a black trenchcoat, and that said black trenchcoat made me temporarily picture him like Amon
from Witch Hunter Robin
? Because he's pretty fangirl-bait, and he also has longish black hair and a black trenchcoat. Except he broods a lot more than Sirius does. (You can see Amon's coat better in this picture
or this one
.) Other disclaimers: most of the Muggle-obsession bits were inspired by either ressie_noldo
, so I'm afraid I can't take much credit for most of those; I don't think I wrote Walburga well at all
; I thought this would be strictly funny but should have known better, considering my tastes, so yes, it goes pretty quickly into angst; I think my ending is kind of lame; no, I really
couldn't help getting in a dig at Sirius/Remus; this is my first James-centric fic, which is weird because I've written Sirius and Remus before but never James, but the plotbunny just wanted James this time; and my treatment of Peter is making me feel like a Suethor. But it's not my fault, I swear--for one, I'm not good at writing more than a few people in a scene, and I don't feel I know Peter's personality well enough to write him properly, and when I first started thinking about it, I was picturing all of this with only Sirius, Remus, and James, and by the time I realized I'd left Peter out, it was just going to be too hard to shoehorn him back in when there wasn't really anything for him to do
. So I had to shoehorn in an explanation for his absence instead.
Yeah, so. Hope you still like, Noldo, especially after the long wait and all my rambling here. >_<( According to Sirius—although James wasn’t entirely certain he believed him—the trenchcoat was the final straw. )