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small_giftsTitle: if you can't say it at christmas (when can you?)
Author/Artist:glass_icarus
Written for:medicinal_mirth
Rating: PG/PG-13
Summary and/or Prompt: Request was "footprints in the snow, snowsuits, unexpected gifts." I think I hit two out of three?
Any other random notes, warnings, etc.: Eek for the belated posting! :x Internet capture at school and subsequent panic does not a happy gifter make. Thanks to la soeur for the beta, and happy holidays tomedicinal_mirth!
The door of the Three Broomsticks opens with a bang, snow whirling into the entryway. Sirius shakes off his boots with a grin, heading toward the shocks of yellow and pale-brown hair at the back table.
"Sorry I'm late!" he shouts.
"No you're not, you wanker," Peter retorts. Remus hides a smile behind his mug as Sirius slides in beside him.
Sirius adopts an injured look. "You wound me, Wormtail! I come bearing special-"
"Needs?" Remus says slyly. Sirius clutches dramatically at his chest.
"Et tu, Moony?"
"That would be Brute, and you are, in fact, not Caesar."
Sirius pouts. "Tosser. See if you get any Wizarding crackers."
James arrives at the table, flushed from yet another failed attempt at wooing. "Crackers, Pads? What are we, five?"
"You, Prongs, will always be five." Sirius leans back to wink at Madam Rosmerta, who smiles and presents him with a tankard. "How's the fair Evans?"
"She only glared at me this time." James grins smugly. "I think she's finally warming up to me!"
"That, or it's Christmas," Peter says dryly. James glares.
"Right then, presents!" Sirius declares, tossing a sack onto the table.
"It's not Christmas Eve yet, Pads." Remus nudges him with an elbow. Unaccountably, Sirius' stomach flutters, and he scowls. 'M not a bloody girl!
"So? 'Tis the season, we're allowed some Christmas cheer." He unties the sack, upending a cascade of brightly-wrapped crackers onto the table. "Oi, look sharp-" A flick of his wand sends them whirling toward each person at the table.
Peter tugs experimentally at the end of a purple cracker, which explodes in a cloud of sparkling green dust and leaves him with enormous stockings hanging from his ears. James howls with laughter and pulls at another, leaving him with a blinking red nose and reindeer antlers. Ignoring the madness that follows, Sirius grins and props his head in one hand to watch Moony, who sits with a stunned expression staring at the stuffed Padfoot in his lap.
"D'you like it, Moony?"
Remus blinks at him. "Sirius. I already have a real dog. Why did you give me a stuffed one?"
Sirius grins. "Moony, I'm not that much of a narcissist." Remus' mouth quirks at the corner, eyes crinkling. "C'mon, let's escape before they blow up the place."
Remus glances over at James and Peter, pulling crackers simultaneously, and winces. "Agreed." They apparate together, the sparkling afterimages of a firework collision pulsing behind their eyelids.
Remus is red-cheeked and laughing when they land, stumbling, in the snow. "You should've known better than to leave them in a closed room with a bag full of crackers, Pads."
"Probably." Sirius grins, reaching to tap the stuffed dog still dangling from Remus' fingers. "Happy Christmas, Moony." Remus eyes him suspiciously.
"You're not seriously giving me a stuffed dog for Christmas, are you?"
Sirius pulls a suitably indignant face. "No! You're Moony; I wouldn't give you just explosions and silly decorations. Pull the tail."
Remus twirls his fingers around the tail, considering, then gives it a sharp tug. The dog's mouth opens, leaving a cascade of Muggle photographs fluttering over Remus' fingers. Sirius shifts awkwardly as Remus flips through them: Remus studying at the dining table, Remus laughing as Peter chases him down the hallway, Remus asleep in the library; Remus, Remus, Remus.
"I figured it was time to make a confession," Sirius says, watching the photographs fall from Remus' fingers.
"Padfoot."
"I mean, if that's-"
"Padfoot." Remus hooks two fingers under Sirius' chin and kisses him firmly. "Shut up." He looks down shyly as they pull apart. "I don't have a present for you, you know."
Sirius tucks his cold fingers inside Remus' coat, biting his cheek to hide his grin. "Well. I got you early, didn't I?"
Remus groans and swats him with the dog, reaching to pick up the pictures. Sirius stops him with a tug at his coat. "Leave them. You didn't think those were the only copies, did you?" He waggles a picture of Remus stepping out of the showers in a cloud of steam, and takes off toward the castle, cackling. Remus starts after him with determination, and anyone looking at the trail of footprints left in the snow would have thought they were running side by side.
Author/Artist:
glass_icarusWritten for:
medicinal_mirthRating: PG/PG-13
Summary and/or Prompt: Request was "footprints in the snow, snowsuits, unexpected gifts." I think I hit two out of three?
Any other random notes, warnings, etc.: Eek for the belated posting! :x Internet capture at school and subsequent panic does not a happy gifter make. Thanks to la soeur for the beta, and happy holidays to
medicinal_mirth!The door of the Three Broomsticks opens with a bang, snow whirling into the entryway. Sirius shakes off his boots with a grin, heading toward the shocks of yellow and pale-brown hair at the back table.
"Sorry I'm late!" he shouts.
"No you're not, you wanker," Peter retorts. Remus hides a smile behind his mug as Sirius slides in beside him.
Sirius adopts an injured look. "You wound me, Wormtail! I come bearing special-"
"Needs?" Remus says slyly. Sirius clutches dramatically at his chest.
"Et tu, Moony?"
"That would be Brute, and you are, in fact, not Caesar."
Sirius pouts. "Tosser. See if you get any Wizarding crackers."
James arrives at the table, flushed from yet another failed attempt at wooing. "Crackers, Pads? What are we, five?"
"You, Prongs, will always be five." Sirius leans back to wink at Madam Rosmerta, who smiles and presents him with a tankard. "How's the fair Evans?"
"She only glared at me this time." James grins smugly. "I think she's finally warming up to me!"
"That, or it's Christmas," Peter says dryly. James glares.
"Right then, presents!" Sirius declares, tossing a sack onto the table.
"It's not Christmas Eve yet, Pads." Remus nudges him with an elbow. Unaccountably, Sirius' stomach flutters, and he scowls. 'M not a bloody girl!
"So? 'Tis the season, we're allowed some Christmas cheer." He unties the sack, upending a cascade of brightly-wrapped crackers onto the table. "Oi, look sharp-" A flick of his wand sends them whirling toward each person at the table.
Peter tugs experimentally at the end of a purple cracker, which explodes in a cloud of sparkling green dust and leaves him with enormous stockings hanging from his ears. James howls with laughter and pulls at another, leaving him with a blinking red nose and reindeer antlers. Ignoring the madness that follows, Sirius grins and props his head in one hand to watch Moony, who sits with a stunned expression staring at the stuffed Padfoot in his lap.
"D'you like it, Moony?"
Remus blinks at him. "Sirius. I already have a real dog. Why did you give me a stuffed one?"
Sirius grins. "Moony, I'm not that much of a narcissist." Remus' mouth quirks at the corner, eyes crinkling. "C'mon, let's escape before they blow up the place."
Remus glances over at James and Peter, pulling crackers simultaneously, and winces. "Agreed." They apparate together, the sparkling afterimages of a firework collision pulsing behind their eyelids.
Remus is red-cheeked and laughing when they land, stumbling, in the snow. "You should've known better than to leave them in a closed room with a bag full of crackers, Pads."
"Probably." Sirius grins, reaching to tap the stuffed dog still dangling from Remus' fingers. "Happy Christmas, Moony." Remus eyes him suspiciously.
"You're not seriously giving me a stuffed dog for Christmas, are you?"
Sirius pulls a suitably indignant face. "No! You're Moony; I wouldn't give you just explosions and silly decorations. Pull the tail."
Remus twirls his fingers around the tail, considering, then gives it a sharp tug. The dog's mouth opens, leaving a cascade of Muggle photographs fluttering over Remus' fingers. Sirius shifts awkwardly as Remus flips through them: Remus studying at the dining table, Remus laughing as Peter chases him down the hallway, Remus asleep in the library; Remus, Remus, Remus.
"I figured it was time to make a confession," Sirius says, watching the photographs fall from Remus' fingers.
"Padfoot."
"I mean, if that's-"
"Padfoot." Remus hooks two fingers under Sirius' chin and kisses him firmly. "Shut up." He looks down shyly as they pull apart. "I don't have a present for you, you know."
Sirius tucks his cold fingers inside Remus' coat, biting his cheek to hide his grin. "Well. I got you early, didn't I?"
Remus groans and swats him with the dog, reaching to pick up the pictures. Sirius stops him with a tug at his coat. "Leave them. You didn't think those were the only copies, did you?" He waggles a picture of Remus stepping out of the showers in a cloud of steam, and takes off toward the castle, cackling. Remus starts after him with determination, and anyone looking at the trail of footprints left in the snow would have thought they were running side by side.
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Date: 2006-12-31 04:29 pm (UTC)and anyone looking at the trail of footprints left in the snow would have thought they were running side by side.
I'm especially fond of that line, and what a perfect way to end such a lovely story.
Thank you! Truly, I love it. :D
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Date: 2006-12-31 10:56 pm (UTC)Wonderful work. =D
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Date: 2007-01-03 06:00 pm (UTC)who says sirius doesn't read?:D)no subject
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Date: 2007-01-03 06:02 pm (UTC)glad my photography fetish is of service*coughs* thanks! :Dno subject
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Date: 2007-01-03 06:02 pm (UTC)Aww...
Date: 2007-01-03 08:55 pm (UTC)Oh. I can see his young face and all the sincerity on it... Aww... How cute are they?? VERY! Thank you!
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