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small_giftsTitle: Toilet Talk
Author/Artist:shaggydogstail
Recipient:nachodiablo
Rating: PG-13
Contents or warnings (highlight to view): *Bad jokes, no Peter because I'm pretending he doesn't exist as a present to myself *
Word count: 2200
Summary: Everyone knows the best place to plot is a public lavatory
Notes: For your wish, Remus is getting closer to someone and Sirius is suspicious, with a wee dash of Remus & James friendship.
‘I’m not causing trouble! I’m only thinking of you, and your relationship.’
‘Sirius. Padfoot. Sweetheart.’ Lily fixed Sirius with a firm look. ‘I’ve made my peace with you and James being practically joined at the hip. I tolerate you trailing around after us on dates. But following me to the toilet? Really?’
Sirius shrugged. ‘Prongs and I always have chats in the lavs.’
‘Of course you do.’ Lily rubbed her forehead. ‘But you won’t find James here, what with this being the ladies. Maybe try next door?’
‘Next door is the boys’ toilets!’ said Sirius, like that wasn’t the point. ‘You wouldn’t want to chat in the gents. It smells nicer here.’
‘I didn’t say I wanted a chat at all,’ said Lily, shoving Sirius into the nearest cubicle. ‘Let’s get you out of sight before you give someone a fright – or see something you shouldn’t.’
‘Nothing I didn’t see when I had to help you balance over the gutter at New Year’s,’ said Sirius. ‘Fair put play your to feminine mystique, that did.’
‘Fuck’s sake, that was one time and you puked on my shoes after.’ Lily tutted as she locked the cubicle door before turning back to face Sirius, arms folded across her chest. ‘You wanted to talk, so talk. Make it good.’
Sirius parked himself on the cistern. ‘It’s Moony. He’s been spending a lot of time with Prongs lately. Cosy little chats, just the two of them. Whispering in corners. Plotting.'
Lily let out a loud – and not entirely sincere – gasp.
‘Moony’s up to something,’ Sirius continued, undeterred. ‘Don’t you think it’s suspicious?’
‘Not really, no,’ said Lily. ‘You lot are forever plotting something. If anything, Remus is the independent spirit – sometimes he spends as much as an hour away from the group. So tell me what you think’s going on.’
‘I think Moony has… designs on Prongs.’
Lily raised an eyebrow. ‘Designs? What, he’s been drawing on him?’
‘Not those designs! You know…’ Sirius made a series of frantic eye movements that were presumably decipherable to someone, perhaps James. ‘Sexual ones.’
‘You think Remus is trying to seduce James?
Sirius nodded, pleased that Lily understood, until she burst out laughing. ‘Oh, please, even for someone with your overactive imagination, that’s a good one.’
‘This is no laughing matter! Your entire relationship is at risk, your future! You and Prongs, your fairy-tale wedding, the little house in the country with roses over the door, the gaggle of adorable little scamps who are always on their best bad behaviour for their Uncle Padfoot, everything!’ Sirius wasn’t exactly fighting the “overactive imagination” label.
Lily remained singularly unconcerned. ‘Please. Remus wouldn’t dare try to steal my boyfriend. He knows I’d break him like a twig.’
‘You would not,’ retorted Sirius. ‘Moony’s very robust.’
‘I’m sure he is, but it’ll take more than robust to lure a man away from this.’ Lily made a sort of “ta-da” motion, confident of her assets. ‘How’s Remus going to seduce James away from me? Sexily rub the inkstains on his forehead? Undo the top button on his cardigan?’
Sirius stared back at her, opening and closing his mouth for several moments until he finally managed to speak. ‘Are you mad? Moony is very alluring.’
‘Alluring?’ Lily scoffed. ‘Don’t get me wrong, Remus has many excellent qualities, but everyone knows I’m the hot Gryffindor prefect.’
‘How dare you!’ said Sirius.
Lily looked very much like she was about to tell Sirius that she very much did dare, and more besides, but then reconsidered. ‘Sirius, you’re not jealous are you?’
Sirius pouted and looked away. ‘I don’t know what you mean.’
‘You seem to be awfully worked up about James and Remus hanging out without you,’ said Lily. ‘Maybe you’re upset that you might not be someone’s favourite dog?’
‘You’re the one who should be worried,’ said Sirius. ‘Moony’s never stopped Prongs and I being brothers for life, but once he unleashes his sexual wiles… well, who knows what might happen.’
‘A terrifying prospect,’ said Lily, shaking her head. ‘Maybe someone should put a stop to Remus running about, wreaking havoc with his raw, animal magnetism.’
Sirius eyed her warily. ‘You’d best not be planning anything mean.’
With saintly patience, Lily let that one slide. ‘A diversion,’ she suggested. ‘Remus wouldn’t have time to steal my boyfriend if he had one of his own keeping him busy.’
Sirius’ expression darkened from wary to openly suspicious, with a slight threat of impending violence.
‘You, for instance,’ said Lily, eyes rolling so hard they nearly fell out of her head.
That cheered Sirius up. ‘You think I should go out with Moony?’
‘You’d be doing me a favour,’ said Lily. ‘Keeping temptation away from James.’
‘It’s just…’ Sirius sounded very quiet all of a sudden. ‘I think he likes Prongs more than he likes me.’
Lily was torn between wanting to hug Sirius and slap some sense into him. It was a familiar experience. ‘I’m sure even an argyle sex bomb like Remus couldn’t resist you if you made an effort. You need to unleash your own allure.’
‘How so?’
‘Try sticking your hand down his trousers.’
‘Lily! I’m not that sort of boy.’
‘You’d best become that sort of boy,’ said Lily. ‘Or it won’t be Remus turning James’s head that threatens our relationship; it’ll be my arrest for drowning a pathetic puppy in a public lavatory.’
‘Wha – hey!’
#
‘Is this really the best place?’
‘Of course,’ said James, pulling Remus into the cubicle behind him. ‘Padfoot and I have some of our best chats in the gents. Now, how did the poetry prep work go?’
Remus sighed and pulled some rumpled parchment from his back pocket. ‘Remind me why you need a list of my favourite things about Padfoot.’
‘To fashion them into a romantic poem,’ said James, taking the parchment. ‘I don’t doubt the strength of your ardour, but you need help expressing it lyrically, what with you being such a blunt pragmatist and all.’
‘Certainly no-one could accuse you of excess pragmatism,’ said Remus, but James was too busy reading to mind.
‘Amazing hair… eyes… mouth… fantastic arse… that thing he does with his tongue when he’s concentrating…’ James scanned the list, frowning. ‘Moony, these are all rather… physical. I hope you don’t see Padfoot as a sex object.’
Remus shrugged. ‘Actually, I’m very much hoping he won’t object to sex.’
It was doubtful that James even heard, as the last item on Remus’ list distracted his attention. ‘I bet he’s got a lovely cock!’ James’s voice rose by at least an octave. ‘Moony, why are you speculating about Padfoot’s cock?’
‘Well, I haven’t had a proper look since fourth year,’ said Remus. ‘You’re the one hangs out with him in the bogs, you probably know more about his dick than I do.’
‘It’s not like I stare at his crotch!’
‘I didn’t say you did. ’ Remus huffed impatiently. ‘Look, I don’t know why you’re freaking out about this now. The whole point of this exercise is to help me get my hands on –’
‘– stop!’ James was no prude; he was perfectly willing to concede that his friends had cocks. He just didn’t want to hear anyone’s thoughts on them.
‘You said you’d help me pull Sirius,’ Remus pointed out. ‘What did you think was going to happen?’
‘I said I was going to help you woo him,’ said James. ‘So that the two of you can fall in love and be blissfully happy together. When Lily and I get married you’ll both live next door, in a charming little place with ivy over the door. We’ll all have Sunday lunch together, then go for a long walk across the fields, with the kids throwing sticks for Padfoot, until everyone’s good and tired and we all hold hands with our best beloveds as we head back home for a nice nap.’
Remus stared at James, apparently lost for words. ‘I’m so sorry,’ he said at last. ‘I didn’t realise you’d completely detached yourself from reality.’
‘You asked for my help!’
‘Actually, I asked you to make yourself scarce so I could try for a snog,’ said Remus. ‘I didn’t realise you were about to cast us in your unbelievably pedestrian romantic drama. Which would be ridiculous at the best of times, but right now… well, I’m starting to think this was all a bad idea anyway. Padfoot’s been in a right strop with me lately.’
James might’ve taken offence at Remus painting their glorious, love-filled future as “unbelievably pedestrian” but he was a patient man and able to see the hurt behind the mockery. ‘Why do you think Padfoot’s in a strop? C’mon, tell your Uncle Prongs.’
‘Well, last week when you and I were paired in Charms he spent the whole lesson glaring daggers at me. Then he practically dragged you away bodily when he found us coming out the Runes passageway. Oh, and last night when I told him I had to talk to you about Prefect Patrols, he said “well, don’t just stand there like a great wanking lemon, Moony, better get running after him” and stormed out the room.’
James rubbed his hands together gleefully. ‘I know, he’s completely beside himself!’ he said. ‘It’s all going exactly to plan.’
‘What fucking plan?’ said Remus. ‘The one to make him hate me? It might’ve worked for you and Lily, but I’d rather not suffer years of Padfoot telling anyone who’ll listen what an arse-faced fuckpuffin I am.’
James smiled the confident smile of a man secure in his ability to handle very angry people with excellent hair. ‘Padfoot could never hate you,’ he said, a little smugly. ‘If anything’s crawled up his arse, it’s entirely the opposite.’
‘What are you talking about?’
‘Padfoot thinks you’re after me!’ James rubbed his hands together, positively gleeful. ‘He’s beside himself with jealousy.’
Remus narrowed his eyes. ‘You devious little shit, what’re you up to? ’
‘Thing is, Moony, it’s like this,’ James began, making himself comfortable on the loo seat. ‘Padfoot’s been sweet on you for ages, but he’s too ridiculous to do anything about it himself.’
‘He told you this?’
James waved a dismissive hand. ‘I know everything Padfoot’s thinking before he does.’
There was no arguing with that, so Remus just gestured for James to continue. ‘Padfoot needs a little spark of jealousy to fire him up. He’s also a soppy great attention seeker, so he’ll need to hear how great you think he is really. Now that he’s seething with jealousy all you have to do is swoop in with a suitably romantic declaration of your love and his little doggy heart will be yours forevermore.’
‘Right, and then we’ll stroll off into the sunset, chastely holding hands?’
‘You’re a man of passion, I’ll understand if you want to give him a little kiss,’ said James amiably. ‘But first, poetry.’
Remus sighed and dug around his pockets for a quill. ‘One last question: if you knew all along that Padfoot and I fancied each other, why didn’t you just tell one of us to ask the other one out?’
James gave him a very sceptical look. ‘Where’s the fun in that?’
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‘I think we’ve been set up.’
‘What do you mean?’ Sirius was immediately on the defensive – he didn’t like to think of himself as the victim of a prank.
‘Well, it’s just that Prongs and I – ’
‘– Oh, yes, you and Prongs,’ said Sirius. ‘Do tell what you’ve been up to with dear Prongs.’
Remus smiled; James had been right about Sirius’ jealousy. How had he not noticed it before? ‘He was helping me make something for you.’
‘For me?’
‘A poem.’ Remus fidgeted. ‘A love poem.’
Sirius’ eyes went saucer wide. ‘You wrote a love poem for me?’
‘Well, technically Prongs wrote it,’ said Remus. ‘But he wrote it for me, so that I could… woo you.’
‘Woo me? With poetry?’ Sirius still looked faintly astonished. ‘Can I read it?’
‘I burnt it,’ said Remus. ‘Trust me, it’s for the best.’
Smiling, Sirius took a step closer. ‘Was it as bad as the ones he wrote Lily?’
‘Worse,’ said Remus. ‘How’d you like “Your eyes are so grey, they make me feel gay” as an opener?’
Sirius laughed. ‘I think I’m lucky to have you to protect me from Prongs and his rhymes. Lily said I should stick my hand down your trousers.’
It was Remus’ turn to laugh. ‘Well, it beats the poetry,’ he said. ‘I always said she was the brains of the relationship. But maybe we could start out off with a drink?’
‘That sounds lovely,’ said Sirius. He held out his hand for Remus. ‘Shall we?’
Remus took his hand, smiling. ‘You know, Prongs is convinced that our entire relationship will be true love and hand-holding.’
‘Well, this is very nice, Moony, but I’ll be disappointed if you don’t want to hold a bit more than my hand.’
‘Never fear, Padfoot, I won’t disappoint you.’ Remus sighed happily, leaning against Sirius. ‘I worry about Lily and Prongs. They don’t half make a drama about relationships.’
‘Don’t they just?’ said Sirius. ‘I’m glad we’re not that ridiculous.’
Remus stopped, and pulled Sirius in for a quick kiss. ‘Me too, Padfoot.’
Author/Artist:
shaggydogstailRecipient:
nachodiabloRating: PG-13
Contents or warnings (highlight to view): *Bad jokes, no Peter because I'm pretending he doesn't exist as a present to myself *
Word count: 2200
Summary: Everyone knows the best place to plot is a public lavatory
Notes: For your wish, Remus is getting closer to someone and Sirius is suspicious, with a wee dash of Remus & James friendship.
‘I’m not causing trouble! I’m only thinking of you, and your relationship.’
‘Sirius. Padfoot. Sweetheart.’ Lily fixed Sirius with a firm look. ‘I’ve made my peace with you and James being practically joined at the hip. I tolerate you trailing around after us on dates. But following me to the toilet? Really?’
Sirius shrugged. ‘Prongs and I always have chats in the lavs.’
‘Of course you do.’ Lily rubbed her forehead. ‘But you won’t find James here, what with this being the ladies. Maybe try next door?’
‘Next door is the boys’ toilets!’ said Sirius, like that wasn’t the point. ‘You wouldn’t want to chat in the gents. It smells nicer here.’
‘I didn’t say I wanted a chat at all,’ said Lily, shoving Sirius into the nearest cubicle. ‘Let’s get you out of sight before you give someone a fright – or see something you shouldn’t.’
‘Nothing I didn’t see when I had to help you balance over the gutter at New Year’s,’ said Sirius. ‘Fair put play your to feminine mystique, that did.’
‘Fuck’s sake, that was one time and you puked on my shoes after.’ Lily tutted as she locked the cubicle door before turning back to face Sirius, arms folded across her chest. ‘You wanted to talk, so talk. Make it good.’
Sirius parked himself on the cistern. ‘It’s Moony. He’s been spending a lot of time with Prongs lately. Cosy little chats, just the two of them. Whispering in corners. Plotting.'
Lily let out a loud – and not entirely sincere – gasp.
‘Moony’s up to something,’ Sirius continued, undeterred. ‘Don’t you think it’s suspicious?’
‘Not really, no,’ said Lily. ‘You lot are forever plotting something. If anything, Remus is the independent spirit – sometimes he spends as much as an hour away from the group. So tell me what you think’s going on.’
‘I think Moony has… designs on Prongs.’
Lily raised an eyebrow. ‘Designs? What, he’s been drawing on him?’
‘Not those designs! You know…’ Sirius made a series of frantic eye movements that were presumably decipherable to someone, perhaps James. ‘Sexual ones.’
‘You think Remus is trying to seduce James?
Sirius nodded, pleased that Lily understood, until she burst out laughing. ‘Oh, please, even for someone with your overactive imagination, that’s a good one.’
‘This is no laughing matter! Your entire relationship is at risk, your future! You and Prongs, your fairy-tale wedding, the little house in the country with roses over the door, the gaggle of adorable little scamps who are always on their best bad behaviour for their Uncle Padfoot, everything!’ Sirius wasn’t exactly fighting the “overactive imagination” label.
Lily remained singularly unconcerned. ‘Please. Remus wouldn’t dare try to steal my boyfriend. He knows I’d break him like a twig.’
‘You would not,’ retorted Sirius. ‘Moony’s very robust.’
‘I’m sure he is, but it’ll take more than robust to lure a man away from this.’ Lily made a sort of “ta-da” motion, confident of her assets. ‘How’s Remus going to seduce James away from me? Sexily rub the inkstains on his forehead? Undo the top button on his cardigan?’
Sirius stared back at her, opening and closing his mouth for several moments until he finally managed to speak. ‘Are you mad? Moony is very alluring.’
‘Alluring?’ Lily scoffed. ‘Don’t get me wrong, Remus has many excellent qualities, but everyone knows I’m the hot Gryffindor prefect.’
‘How dare you!’ said Sirius.
Lily looked very much like she was about to tell Sirius that she very much did dare, and more besides, but then reconsidered. ‘Sirius, you’re not jealous are you?’
Sirius pouted and looked away. ‘I don’t know what you mean.’
‘You seem to be awfully worked up about James and Remus hanging out without you,’ said Lily. ‘Maybe you’re upset that you might not be someone’s favourite dog?’
‘You’re the one who should be worried,’ said Sirius. ‘Moony’s never stopped Prongs and I being brothers for life, but once he unleashes his sexual wiles… well, who knows what might happen.’
‘A terrifying prospect,’ said Lily, shaking her head. ‘Maybe someone should put a stop to Remus running about, wreaking havoc with his raw, animal magnetism.’
Sirius eyed her warily. ‘You’d best not be planning anything mean.’
With saintly patience, Lily let that one slide. ‘A diversion,’ she suggested. ‘Remus wouldn’t have time to steal my boyfriend if he had one of his own keeping him busy.’
Sirius’ expression darkened from wary to openly suspicious, with a slight threat of impending violence.
‘You, for instance,’ said Lily, eyes rolling so hard they nearly fell out of her head.
That cheered Sirius up. ‘You think I should go out with Moony?’
‘You’d be doing me a favour,’ said Lily. ‘Keeping temptation away from James.’
‘It’s just…’ Sirius sounded very quiet all of a sudden. ‘I think he likes Prongs more than he likes me.’
Lily was torn between wanting to hug Sirius and slap some sense into him. It was a familiar experience. ‘I’m sure even an argyle sex bomb like Remus couldn’t resist you if you made an effort. You need to unleash your own allure.’
‘How so?’
‘Try sticking your hand down his trousers.’
‘Lily! I’m not that sort of boy.’
‘You’d best become that sort of boy,’ said Lily. ‘Or it won’t be Remus turning James’s head that threatens our relationship; it’ll be my arrest for drowning a pathetic puppy in a public lavatory.’
‘Wha – hey!’
#
‘Is this really the best place?’
‘Of course,’ said James, pulling Remus into the cubicle behind him. ‘Padfoot and I have some of our best chats in the gents. Now, how did the poetry prep work go?’
Remus sighed and pulled some rumpled parchment from his back pocket. ‘Remind me why you need a list of my favourite things about Padfoot.’
‘To fashion them into a romantic poem,’ said James, taking the parchment. ‘I don’t doubt the strength of your ardour, but you need help expressing it lyrically, what with you being such a blunt pragmatist and all.’
‘Certainly no-one could accuse you of excess pragmatism,’ said Remus, but James was too busy reading to mind.
‘Amazing hair… eyes… mouth… fantastic arse… that thing he does with his tongue when he’s concentrating…’ James scanned the list, frowning. ‘Moony, these are all rather… physical. I hope you don’t see Padfoot as a sex object.’
Remus shrugged. ‘Actually, I’m very much hoping he won’t object to sex.’
It was doubtful that James even heard, as the last item on Remus’ list distracted his attention. ‘I bet he’s got a lovely cock!’ James’s voice rose by at least an octave. ‘Moony, why are you speculating about Padfoot’s cock?’
‘Well, I haven’t had a proper look since fourth year,’ said Remus. ‘You’re the one hangs out with him in the bogs, you probably know more about his dick than I do.’
‘It’s not like I stare at his crotch!’
‘I didn’t say you did. ’ Remus huffed impatiently. ‘Look, I don’t know why you’re freaking out about this now. The whole point of this exercise is to help me get my hands on –’
‘– stop!’ James was no prude; he was perfectly willing to concede that his friends had cocks. He just didn’t want to hear anyone’s thoughts on them.
‘You said you’d help me pull Sirius,’ Remus pointed out. ‘What did you think was going to happen?’
‘I said I was going to help you woo him,’ said James. ‘So that the two of you can fall in love and be blissfully happy together. When Lily and I get married you’ll both live next door, in a charming little place with ivy over the door. We’ll all have Sunday lunch together, then go for a long walk across the fields, with the kids throwing sticks for Padfoot, until everyone’s good and tired and we all hold hands with our best beloveds as we head back home for a nice nap.’
Remus stared at James, apparently lost for words. ‘I’m so sorry,’ he said at last. ‘I didn’t realise you’d completely detached yourself from reality.’
‘You asked for my help!’
‘Actually, I asked you to make yourself scarce so I could try for a snog,’ said Remus. ‘I didn’t realise you were about to cast us in your unbelievably pedestrian romantic drama. Which would be ridiculous at the best of times, but right now… well, I’m starting to think this was all a bad idea anyway. Padfoot’s been in a right strop with me lately.’
James might’ve taken offence at Remus painting their glorious, love-filled future as “unbelievably pedestrian” but he was a patient man and able to see the hurt behind the mockery. ‘Why do you think Padfoot’s in a strop? C’mon, tell your Uncle Prongs.’
‘Well, last week when you and I were paired in Charms he spent the whole lesson glaring daggers at me. Then he practically dragged you away bodily when he found us coming out the Runes passageway. Oh, and last night when I told him I had to talk to you about Prefect Patrols, he said “well, don’t just stand there like a great wanking lemon, Moony, better get running after him” and stormed out the room.’
James rubbed his hands together gleefully. ‘I know, he’s completely beside himself!’ he said. ‘It’s all going exactly to plan.’
‘What fucking plan?’ said Remus. ‘The one to make him hate me? It might’ve worked for you and Lily, but I’d rather not suffer years of Padfoot telling anyone who’ll listen what an arse-faced fuckpuffin I am.’
James smiled the confident smile of a man secure in his ability to handle very angry people with excellent hair. ‘Padfoot could never hate you,’ he said, a little smugly. ‘If anything’s crawled up his arse, it’s entirely the opposite.’
‘What are you talking about?’
‘Padfoot thinks you’re after me!’ James rubbed his hands together, positively gleeful. ‘He’s beside himself with jealousy.’
Remus narrowed his eyes. ‘You devious little shit, what’re you up to? ’
‘Thing is, Moony, it’s like this,’ James began, making himself comfortable on the loo seat. ‘Padfoot’s been sweet on you for ages, but he’s too ridiculous to do anything about it himself.’
‘He told you this?’
James waved a dismissive hand. ‘I know everything Padfoot’s thinking before he does.’
There was no arguing with that, so Remus just gestured for James to continue. ‘Padfoot needs a little spark of jealousy to fire him up. He’s also a soppy great attention seeker, so he’ll need to hear how great you think he is really. Now that he’s seething with jealousy all you have to do is swoop in with a suitably romantic declaration of your love and his little doggy heart will be yours forevermore.’
‘Right, and then we’ll stroll off into the sunset, chastely holding hands?’
‘You’re a man of passion, I’ll understand if you want to give him a little kiss,’ said James amiably. ‘But first, poetry.’
Remus sighed and dug around his pockets for a quill. ‘One last question: if you knew all along that Padfoot and I fancied each other, why didn’t you just tell one of us to ask the other one out?’
James gave him a very sceptical look. ‘Where’s the fun in that?’
#
‘I think we’ve been set up.’
‘What do you mean?’ Sirius was immediately on the defensive – he didn’t like to think of himself as the victim of a prank.
‘Well, it’s just that Prongs and I – ’
‘– Oh, yes, you and Prongs,’ said Sirius. ‘Do tell what you’ve been up to with dear Prongs.’
Remus smiled; James had been right about Sirius’ jealousy. How had he not noticed it before? ‘He was helping me make something for you.’
‘For me?’
‘A poem.’ Remus fidgeted. ‘A love poem.’
Sirius’ eyes went saucer wide. ‘You wrote a love poem for me?’
‘Well, technically Prongs wrote it,’ said Remus. ‘But he wrote it for me, so that I could… woo you.’
‘Woo me? With poetry?’ Sirius still looked faintly astonished. ‘Can I read it?’
‘I burnt it,’ said Remus. ‘Trust me, it’s for the best.’
Smiling, Sirius took a step closer. ‘Was it as bad as the ones he wrote Lily?’
‘Worse,’ said Remus. ‘How’d you like “Your eyes are so grey, they make me feel gay” as an opener?’
Sirius laughed. ‘I think I’m lucky to have you to protect me from Prongs and his rhymes. Lily said I should stick my hand down your trousers.’
It was Remus’ turn to laugh. ‘Well, it beats the poetry,’ he said. ‘I always said she was the brains of the relationship. But maybe we could start out off with a drink?’
‘That sounds lovely,’ said Sirius. He held out his hand for Remus. ‘Shall we?’
Remus took his hand, smiling. ‘You know, Prongs is convinced that our entire relationship will be true love and hand-holding.’
‘Well, this is very nice, Moony, but I’ll be disappointed if you don’t want to hold a bit more than my hand.’
‘Never fear, Padfoot, I won’t disappoint you.’ Remus sighed happily, leaning against Sirius. ‘I worry about Lily and Prongs. They don’t half make a drama about relationships.’
‘Don’t they just?’ said Sirius. ‘I’m glad we’re not that ridiculous.’
Remus stopped, and pulled Sirius in for a quick kiss. ‘Me too, Padfoot.’
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Date: 2018-01-03 07:37 pm (UTC)Thank you for writing it!
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Date: 2018-01-03 08:08 pm (UTC)THANK YOU, I'm so happy that you liked it. :D
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Date: 2018-01-10 09:30 pm (UTC)Thank you! ♥
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Date: 2018-01-08 04:31 am (UTC)THANK YOU FOR WRITING THIS! <3
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Date: 2018-01-10 09:32 pm (UTC)Thank you for a lovely comment! ♥
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Date: 2018-02-04 04:25 pm (UTC)I just adore you wrote Remus here, his dialogues were some of the best ever,so skeptical and dry and just spot on! James is a bit...err, detached from reality is right. :3
But that's what makes him so lovable here!And the way him and Sirius both think of James' future family in such a similar way is just so cute!Haha!Bffs!
Also that poem?Thank goodness for Remus not subjecting Sirius to it, although I'm sure it would have been hilarious!
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