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small_giftsTitle: Of Love and (Mis)Understandings
Author: theatresweety
Written for: batmanboxers / dalekdisaster
Rating: PG-13
Prompt: 2) A fondness for Doctor Who!
Summary:Doctor Who. " "Well, then that's a bloody stupid title for a show," he huffed, thinking himself quite amazing for that deduction.
If Sirius wasn't mistaken, he thought he saw a slight twitch start to form above Remus' left eye. He flashed a wicked grin. He'd made that twitch. "
Any other notes, warnings, etc.: A bit of boy!kissing and cuddling, that's all. And, I don't own them, don't sue me.
Of Love and (Mis)understandings
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"Doctor... what?" Sirius inquired, his black brows knitted together in concentration as he stared over at Remus.
Sirius Black and Remus Lupin were Christmas shopping. Though, now, Remus made a mental note to never take Sirius to Muggle London again. There were too many questions.
"Doctor Who," he replied, exasperated, for what felt like the hundredth time.
"I don't get it." Sirius shook his head, letting out a frustrated snort of breath through his nostrils. He hated not understanding things. Contrary to popular belief, he wasn't daft. In fact, he had received just as good grades as Remus had during their days at Hogwarts, if not better. It had always irked Remus that Sirius didn't even have to work for the grades he received. It just wasn't fair.
"You wouldn't." Remus rolled his amber-coloured eyes, sighing heavily.
"But it doesn't make sense. How can the title of a ... a TB show be a question?"
"TV, and that's the entire point, Sirius." Remus told him, growing weary of this conversation.
"What is?"
"The title."
"I don't under--"
"Argh!" he exclaimed, throwing his hands up into the air, not caring one bit that the rest of the shop was now staring at them like they were mad.
"The name, Doctor Who. The fact that it's a question. That's the point! It's supposed to make you wonder. 'Who is this man?' 'Why, Remus, I just don't know ...' 'Hmm, thought provoking.'" Remus was making quick, jerky hand movements to go with his words.
Grey eyes widened a bit at the display, a black brow raised in question. "Oh ...."
"Yes, 'oh ...'. Merlin ..." Remus growled, grabbing the magazine from out of Sirius' hands and returning it to the shelf.
"Do you like it?" Sirius asked then, still staring at the strange looking man on the cover. It never ceased to amaze him that the pictures didn't move.
"Do I like what, Padfoot?"
"Doctor Who, or whatever his name is."
"That's not his name, Sirius ...."
"Well, then that's a bloody stupid title for a show," he huffed, thinking himself quite amazing for that deduction.
If Sirius wasn't mistaken, he thought he saw a slight twitch start to form above Remus' left eye. He flashed a wicked grin. He'd made that twitch.
"I'm not talking about this any more." Remus said stubbornly, moving past Sirius. He would not let this man, his lover, his best friend, ruin Doctor Who for him.
"Aww, Moony, why not?" Sirius whined a bit, following after him. He grabbed up the magazine once more. Rushing up alongside Remus in the aisle, he held the magazine up for him to see.
"Put it back, Sirius. I refuse to let you destroy Doctor Who for me. I happen to adore the show and your failure to comprehend that and your inane ramblings are spoiling things. I won't have it."
"Ooh, Remus, I love it when you get forceful." Sirius purred, smirking as he dropped the magazine to one side of him. He sashayed up to Remus, flirting.
"I'm hardly in the mood, Padfoot, and ... not here," he said, backing away from him.
"Fine, then I'll save it until we get back to the flat." He winked. "But I'm buying this magazine."
"Why?" Remus just couldn't understand why Sirius could possibly want that issue of Doctor Who magazine.
"Because ..." Yes, that answered so many questions.
Remus only gave him a hard look. One that said, 'continue'.
"Because I want it."
"Fine. Buy it if you want." What did he care? He doubted Sirius would ever even read it.
"I will," he said defiantly, moving up to the counter with all the self-importance he could muster. Which, being Sirius Black, was quite a bit.
"I'd like to purchase this magazine, please," Sirius said, placing it on the counter top, making a show of it. Sirius turned a bit and, looking to Remus, he winked.
Remus rolled his eyes. 'Arrogant sod,' he thought. The slightest hint of a smile tugged at the corners of his lips, however. Sirius always had that effect on him, even when he was doing the dumbest things.
"12 p," the shop assistant said in a gruff tone. Obviously he wasn't as enchanted with Sirius and his malarkey as Remus was. He just wanted the two annoying young men out of his store.
"Remus ..." Sirius said when he realized he couldn't remember which coin was which. Damn Muggle money.
Remus moved up beside Sirius, taking a look at the coins in his hand. Quickly he removed a ten pence coin and a two pence coin then handed them to the owner. He pushed the bag Sirius' way looking like he was glad to be getting them out of his hair.
Once outside, Sirius turned to his companion and frowned. "You have to teach me ...," he said, turning a few of the coins in his hand.
"It really isn't hard," Remus began softly, all of his earlier exasperation and anger now gone. "Each coin tells you how much it's worth. It's a decimal system now ... There are one hundred pence in a pound and there are coins for 1 penny; 2, 5, 10, 20, and 50 pence; as well as 1 pound. The rest is paper money."
As he spoke, Remus showed Sirius each coin since the man happened to have one of each in his pocket. He smiled softly, "Most people call pence 'p' when you're buying something; pounds are sometimes called 'quid' and if you want to say the price of something you generally leave off the last denomination, like 2 pounds 50," Remus finished, pointing to a sign that read '£2.50'.
Sirius smiled fondly over at Remus. "Thank you ..." he said in a surprisingly soft tone for him. He didn't like not knowing things and often felt daft for not remembering the little things like Muggle currency. Remus never made him feel stupid though. "You should really think about being a professor. You'd be brilliant at it."
Remus grinned a bit, biting his bottom lip as he looked over at his lover. His sandy brown hair fell down into his eyes and Sirius couldn't stop himself from reaching out and fondly brushing the locks aside. Remus blushed at the feeling of Sirius' fingertips against his forehead.
Their front door sneaked up on them as front doors often do. Both men had hardly realised they'd walked the whole way home by the time they arrived. They had been too caught up in one another to notice much else.
Once inside Sirius dropped the magazine onto the coffee table and flopped down on the sofa, propping his feet up. Normally, Remus would have scolded him, told him to put the magazine away and asked him to kindly remove his feet from the furniture, but not today. No, Remus had other things on his mind. Things like the fastest way to get Sirius out of his clothes.
He sighed a bit as he took a seat beside Sirius. It wasn't that he didn't love Sirius, he did, but with the full moon so near it was hard to tell whether his thoughts and desires were truly his or more the wolf's.
Sirius recognized that sigh and quickly wrapped an arm around Remus' shoulders, drawing him against his strong form. He wasn't sure how long it would last. When it was this close to the moon Remus tended to be a little ... dominant. He didn't like to be the submissive one any more, needing to have the control over Sirius.
For now, though, Remus was content to just rest against Sirius. He tilted his head back and claimed Sirius' lips. This was home. Perfect in every way. Sirius' full lips against his, their tongues dancing together in a very intimate and almost demanding way. This was how it was meant to be and whether Sirius admitted it or not, Remus knew. He didn't have to say those three little words because every time he looked at him, he understood. He was loved.
After a while Remus pulled back, staring up into those familiar grey eyes. "Sirius ...?"
"Hmm?" He smiled softly, blinking down on the other man.
"Why did you buy the magazine?"
Sirius shifted a bit, averting his gaze from his companion a moment. "I ... well, I wanted to understand," he murmured, very uncharacteristic.
"To understand...?" Remus tilted his head a bit, furrowing his brows together in thought.
"The show, Doctor Who," he explained, feeling rather silly, "you like it. So, I wanted to know more about it. It's stupid..."
"No, Padfoot, it's not." Remus shook his head, smiling brilliantly, "it's love."
FIN
Author: theatresweety
Written for: batmanboxers / dalekdisaster
Rating: PG-13
Prompt: 2) A fondness for Doctor Who!
Summary:Doctor Who. " "Well, then that's a bloody stupid title for a show," he huffed, thinking himself quite amazing for that deduction.
If Sirius wasn't mistaken, he thought he saw a slight twitch start to form above Remus' left eye. He flashed a wicked grin. He'd made that twitch. "
Any other notes, warnings, etc.: A bit of boy!kissing and cuddling, that's all. And, I don't own them, don't sue me.
Of Love and (Mis)understandings
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"Doctor... what?" Sirius inquired, his black brows knitted together in concentration as he stared over at Remus.
Sirius Black and Remus Lupin were Christmas shopping. Though, now, Remus made a mental note to never take Sirius to Muggle London again. There were too many questions.
"Doctor Who," he replied, exasperated, for what felt like the hundredth time.
"I don't get it." Sirius shook his head, letting out a frustrated snort of breath through his nostrils. He hated not understanding things. Contrary to popular belief, he wasn't daft. In fact, he had received just as good grades as Remus had during their days at Hogwarts, if not better. It had always irked Remus that Sirius didn't even have to work for the grades he received. It just wasn't fair.
"You wouldn't." Remus rolled his amber-coloured eyes, sighing heavily.
"But it doesn't make sense. How can the title of a ... a TB show be a question?"
"TV, and that's the entire point, Sirius." Remus told him, growing weary of this conversation.
"What is?"
"The title."
"I don't under--"
"Argh!" he exclaimed, throwing his hands up into the air, not caring one bit that the rest of the shop was now staring at them like they were mad.
"The name, Doctor Who. The fact that it's a question. That's the point! It's supposed to make you wonder. 'Who is this man?' 'Why, Remus, I just don't know ...' 'Hmm, thought provoking.'" Remus was making quick, jerky hand movements to go with his words.
Grey eyes widened a bit at the display, a black brow raised in question. "Oh ...."
"Yes, 'oh ...'. Merlin ..." Remus growled, grabbing the magazine from out of Sirius' hands and returning it to the shelf.
"Do you like it?" Sirius asked then, still staring at the strange looking man on the cover. It never ceased to amaze him that the pictures didn't move.
"Do I like what, Padfoot?"
"Doctor Who, or whatever his name is."
"That's not his name, Sirius ...."
"Well, then that's a bloody stupid title for a show," he huffed, thinking himself quite amazing for that deduction.
If Sirius wasn't mistaken, he thought he saw a slight twitch start to form above Remus' left eye. He flashed a wicked grin. He'd made that twitch.
"I'm not talking about this any more." Remus said stubbornly, moving past Sirius. He would not let this man, his lover, his best friend, ruin Doctor Who for him.
"Aww, Moony, why not?" Sirius whined a bit, following after him. He grabbed up the magazine once more. Rushing up alongside Remus in the aisle, he held the magazine up for him to see.
"Put it back, Sirius. I refuse to let you destroy Doctor Who for me. I happen to adore the show and your failure to comprehend that and your inane ramblings are spoiling things. I won't have it."
"Ooh, Remus, I love it when you get forceful." Sirius purred, smirking as he dropped the magazine to one side of him. He sashayed up to Remus, flirting.
"I'm hardly in the mood, Padfoot, and ... not here," he said, backing away from him.
"Fine, then I'll save it until we get back to the flat." He winked. "But I'm buying this magazine."
"Why?" Remus just couldn't understand why Sirius could possibly want that issue of Doctor Who magazine.
"Because ..." Yes, that answered so many questions.
Remus only gave him a hard look. One that said, 'continue'.
"Because I want it."
"Fine. Buy it if you want." What did he care? He doubted Sirius would ever even read it.
"I will," he said defiantly, moving up to the counter with all the self-importance he could muster. Which, being Sirius Black, was quite a bit.
"I'd like to purchase this magazine, please," Sirius said, placing it on the counter top, making a show of it. Sirius turned a bit and, looking to Remus, he winked.
Remus rolled his eyes. 'Arrogant sod,' he thought. The slightest hint of a smile tugged at the corners of his lips, however. Sirius always had that effect on him, even when he was doing the dumbest things.
"12 p," the shop assistant said in a gruff tone. Obviously he wasn't as enchanted with Sirius and his malarkey as Remus was. He just wanted the two annoying young men out of his store.
"Remus ..." Sirius said when he realized he couldn't remember which coin was which. Damn Muggle money.
Remus moved up beside Sirius, taking a look at the coins in his hand. Quickly he removed a ten pence coin and a two pence coin then handed them to the owner. He pushed the bag Sirius' way looking like he was glad to be getting them out of his hair.
Once outside, Sirius turned to his companion and frowned. "You have to teach me ...," he said, turning a few of the coins in his hand.
"It really isn't hard," Remus began softly, all of his earlier exasperation and anger now gone. "Each coin tells you how much it's worth. It's a decimal system now ... There are one hundred pence in a pound and there are coins for 1 penny; 2, 5, 10, 20, and 50 pence; as well as 1 pound. The rest is paper money."
As he spoke, Remus showed Sirius each coin since the man happened to have one of each in his pocket. He smiled softly, "Most people call pence 'p' when you're buying something; pounds are sometimes called 'quid' and if you want to say the price of something you generally leave off the last denomination, like 2 pounds 50," Remus finished, pointing to a sign that read '£2.50'.
Sirius smiled fondly over at Remus. "Thank you ..." he said in a surprisingly soft tone for him. He didn't like not knowing things and often felt daft for not remembering the little things like Muggle currency. Remus never made him feel stupid though. "You should really think about being a professor. You'd be brilliant at it."
Remus grinned a bit, biting his bottom lip as he looked over at his lover. His sandy brown hair fell down into his eyes and Sirius couldn't stop himself from reaching out and fondly brushing the locks aside. Remus blushed at the feeling of Sirius' fingertips against his forehead.
Their front door sneaked up on them as front doors often do. Both men had hardly realised they'd walked the whole way home by the time they arrived. They had been too caught up in one another to notice much else.
Once inside Sirius dropped the magazine onto the coffee table and flopped down on the sofa, propping his feet up. Normally, Remus would have scolded him, told him to put the magazine away and asked him to kindly remove his feet from the furniture, but not today. No, Remus had other things on his mind. Things like the fastest way to get Sirius out of his clothes.
He sighed a bit as he took a seat beside Sirius. It wasn't that he didn't love Sirius, he did, but with the full moon so near it was hard to tell whether his thoughts and desires were truly his or more the wolf's.
Sirius recognized that sigh and quickly wrapped an arm around Remus' shoulders, drawing him against his strong form. He wasn't sure how long it would last. When it was this close to the moon Remus tended to be a little ... dominant. He didn't like to be the submissive one any more, needing to have the control over Sirius.
For now, though, Remus was content to just rest against Sirius. He tilted his head back and claimed Sirius' lips. This was home. Perfect in every way. Sirius' full lips against his, their tongues dancing together in a very intimate and almost demanding way. This was how it was meant to be and whether Sirius admitted it or not, Remus knew. He didn't have to say those three little words because every time he looked at him, he understood. He was loved.
After a while Remus pulled back, staring up into those familiar grey eyes. "Sirius ...?"
"Hmm?" He smiled softly, blinking down on the other man.
"Why did you buy the magazine?"
Sirius shifted a bit, averting his gaze from his companion a moment. "I ... well, I wanted to understand," he murmured, very uncharacteristic.
"To understand...?" Remus tilted his head a bit, furrowing his brows together in thought.
"The show, Doctor Who," he explained, feeling rather silly, "you like it. So, I wanted to know more about it. It's stupid..."
"No, Padfoot, it's not." Remus shook his head, smiling brilliantly, "it's love."
FIN
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Date: 2008-12-07 04:58 pm (UTC)Lovely work! :D
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Date: 2008-12-07 05:17 pm (UTC)That ending line just smothered my heart in textual hugs. You've made me feel so happy.
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Date: 2008-12-07 05:30 pm (UTC)I always think many wizards must have been confused when the Muggles changed all their money (even more than the Muggles were!) so I loved that detail! And 12p comics, much nostalgia!
I'd say I want the follow up with pushy wolfy smex now but it's far to gorgeous the way it is!
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Date: 2008-12-07 07:10 pm (UTC)And yes, I think that Remus secretly loves teaching Sirius things too!
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Date: 2008-12-07 09:01 pm (UTC)I love this piece for many reasons, but it is not overly fluffy, but still extraordinarily happy. It's the anti-angst!!
For now, though, Remus was content to just rest against Sirius. He tilted his head back and claimed Sirius' lips. This was home. Perfect in every way. Sirius' full lips against his, their tongues dancing together in a very intimate and almost demanding way. This was how it was meant to be and whether Sirius admitted it or not, Remus knew. He didn't have to say those three little words because every time he looked at him, he understood. He was loved.
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Date: 2008-12-08 06:01 am (UTC)What a lovely little piece, I love the interaction between them and you have a very well written Sirius.
Foolish me was thinking he bought the magazine cause he fancied the Tennant, took a moment to realize I got the times all wrong. ;)
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Date: 2008-12-09 09:10 am (UTC)Yes, Tennant-fancying would be great but alas, not so. I believe it would have been Tom Baker at the point in the story...
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Date: 2008-12-08 10:41 am (UTC)Like the noamjen, I initially thought of David Tennant and he brought it because he is so fanciable. Then I remembered the era and thought duh!
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Date: 2008-12-23 07:54 pm (UTC)I also found it interesting how Sirius effortlessly made adjustments for Remus near the moon. More men should learn that trick, right?
Sorry to respond so late, I've been catching up after exams finally ended!
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