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An Apology and an Announcement!
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smallgiftsmods.livejournal.com“Padfoot?”
“Hmm?” Sirius asks, not looking up from his book. He’s been puzzling over an enchantment he came across when he and James tracked down Flint and Parkinson last week. He’s nearly come to the conclusion that it’s something they – well, Parkinson – invented. Flint couldn’t come up with an original spell if his life depended on it.
“Can you look at me?” Remus asks, somewhat plaintively. Sirius marks his page and looks up. Remus eyes him through his over-long fringe. He needs a haircut. He’s pulled off his robes and he’s in just his trousers and a white shirt, the sleeves rolled up to show his forearms. He looks a little rumpled and a lot pathetic. Sirius wants to eat him whole.
“Oh,” Sirius says. “Have I not been looking at you?”
It’s not like Remus to be needy. Correction, it’s very like Moony to be needy – it’s not like him to show it in any obvious way. If he’s going to exact any benefit from Moony’s apparent guilt, he needs not push too hard.
“Sirius,” Remus says, stepping closer. “I am sorry.”
“I’m listening,” says Sirius, looking away from Remus’ pleading face. He’s just this side of giving in and pulling Remus into his lap. That won’t do at all.
“It – well,” Remus stammers. He looks so delightfully desperate. Sirius feels the beginnings of desire stir. “I had every intention…”
Sirius schools his face into an expression of cautious interest and nods. He’s sure some part of Remus knows he’s taking the piss a bit, but his feelings were hurt and he’s not ready to let Remus out of having to squirm.
“I had planned to…and then,” Remus continues to stammer. “Well, I was going to be only a bit late with it, but the later it got, well, the more perfect it had to be. It was meant to be the best Christmas ever and what with one thing and another, and then it was February, and then, May, and then, well…”
“And now?” Sirius asks. This contrite Remus is unbearably delicious.
“So, er, happy… ” Remus says, raising his eyebrows until they nearly disappear under his fringe. “Equinox?”
“You’re even late for that,” says Sirius, noticing for the first time that Remus seems to have something in his hand.
“All right, then,” Remus says. The beginnings of a twinkle in his eye tells Sirius that he may have caught up that Sirius isn't completely furious anymore. “Shall we leave it at happy early Christmas? I reckon that I’m so late that I’ve worked my way around to be early again.”
“Your logic stuns me,” Sirius says. “What’s in your hand?”
“Can we try again? Can we have presents and lights and sweets and all of it?” Remus asks. He begins to extend his hand and Sirius grabs his wrist and encircles the warm, soft skin with his fingers. “Padfoot?”
Remus finally opens his hand and there, on his palm, is a very small box wrapped in gold paper with a tiny scarlet bow.
Sirius reaches out and takes the little box. “And you can hang up this early Christmas rubbish,” Sirius says, trying unsuccessfully to glare at Remus as he surreptitiously gives the box a shake. “That implies that this very small gift is also my present for this year and that's not on.”
“I would never. You’ll see,” Remus says, smiling that very Moony smile that means he’s up to something. Sirius decides at that moment that (in the spirit of the coming holidays, reconciliation, and new beginnings) complete forgiveness is really the best course of action.
*
Like Remus, we are very sorry for our delinquency. Also like Remus, we have plans. And we know that you, like Sirius, are very good-looking, charming, clever, and forgiving.
So, we are pleased to announce that rs_small_gifts will be back again this year for our twelfth year and that the final two bonus gifts and masterlist from last year will be up very soon.
Look for sign up information and posts coming your way. Sign ups will begin on October 7! We hope you will join us for another year of holiday cheer, Remus/Sirius style!
Cheers,
Maggie and Min
“Hmm?” Sirius asks, not looking up from his book. He’s been puzzling over an enchantment he came across when he and James tracked down Flint and Parkinson last week. He’s nearly come to the conclusion that it’s something they – well, Parkinson – invented. Flint couldn’t come up with an original spell if his life depended on it.
“Can you look at me?” Remus asks, somewhat plaintively. Sirius marks his page and looks up. Remus eyes him through his over-long fringe. He needs a haircut. He’s pulled off his robes and he’s in just his trousers and a white shirt, the sleeves rolled up to show his forearms. He looks a little rumpled and a lot pathetic. Sirius wants to eat him whole.
“Oh,” Sirius says. “Have I not been looking at you?”
It’s not like Remus to be needy. Correction, it’s very like Moony to be needy – it’s not like him to show it in any obvious way. If he’s going to exact any benefit from Moony’s apparent guilt, he needs not push too hard.
“Sirius,” Remus says, stepping closer. “I am sorry.”
“I’m listening,” says Sirius, looking away from Remus’ pleading face. He’s just this side of giving in and pulling Remus into his lap. That won’t do at all.
“It – well,” Remus stammers. He looks so delightfully desperate. Sirius feels the beginnings of desire stir. “I had every intention…”
Sirius schools his face into an expression of cautious interest and nods. He’s sure some part of Remus knows he’s taking the piss a bit, but his feelings were hurt and he’s not ready to let Remus out of having to squirm.
“I had planned to…and then,” Remus continues to stammer. “Well, I was going to be only a bit late with it, but the later it got, well, the more perfect it had to be. It was meant to be the best Christmas ever and what with one thing and another, and then it was February, and then, May, and then, well…”
“And now?” Sirius asks. This contrite Remus is unbearably delicious.
“So, er, happy… ” Remus says, raising his eyebrows until they nearly disappear under his fringe. “Equinox?”
“You’re even late for that,” says Sirius, noticing for the first time that Remus seems to have something in his hand.
“All right, then,” Remus says. The beginnings of a twinkle in his eye tells Sirius that he may have caught up that Sirius isn't completely furious anymore. “Shall we leave it at happy early Christmas? I reckon that I’m so late that I’ve worked my way around to be early again.”
“Your logic stuns me,” Sirius says. “What’s in your hand?”
“Can we try again? Can we have presents and lights and sweets and all of it?” Remus asks. He begins to extend his hand and Sirius grabs his wrist and encircles the warm, soft skin with his fingers. “Padfoot?”
Remus finally opens his hand and there, on his palm, is a very small box wrapped in gold paper with a tiny scarlet bow.
Sirius reaches out and takes the little box. “And you can hang up this early Christmas rubbish,” Sirius says, trying unsuccessfully to glare at Remus as he surreptitiously gives the box a shake. “That implies that this very small gift is also my present for this year and that's not on.”
“I would never. You’ll see,” Remus says, smiling that very Moony smile that means he’s up to something. Sirius decides at that moment that (in the spirit of the coming holidays, reconciliation, and new beginnings) complete forgiveness is really the best course of action.
*
Like Remus, we are very sorry for our delinquency. Also like Remus, we have plans. And we know that you, like Sirius, are very good-looking, charming, clever, and forgiving.
So, we are pleased to announce that rs_small_gifts will be back again this year for our twelfth year and that the final two bonus gifts and masterlist from last year will be up very soon.
Look for sign up information and posts coming your way. Sign ups will begin on October 7! We hope you will join us for another year of holiday cheer, Remus/Sirius style!
Cheers,
Maggie and Min
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