prompt 2: Of Dress Robes and Canapes
Title: Of Dress Robes and Canapés
Characters: Remus/Sirius, James
Pairing: Teen for language
Disclaimer: All your characters are belong to Jo.
Prompt: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9
Tap.
Sirius groans and shifts in his sleep, smacks his lips and throws his arm across Moony’s bare chest. He’s half-aware that the room is bathed in the muted color of daylight and thinks he might’ve just heard something, but Remus is so warm, just like the bedclothes, that Sirius just snuggles closer and drifts back to sleep.
Tap, tap.
Remus is dreaming, running through the woods with the branches of trees whipping at his face as he runs and runs…in the background he hears a tapping sound. The wolf’s ear’s perk up, assumes it to be only a woodpecker, and keeps running. Remus rolls onto his side in his sleep, his back to Sirius, and Sirius’ arm slinks down around his hip.
Tap, tap, tap!
Sirius’ own loud, rumbling snore wakes him and he hears the last tap on the window pane before realizing what’s going on. He cautiously cracks open one eyelid, wincing at the sudden intrusion of brightness spilling into their room through parted curtains, and can vaguely make out the shape of an owl flitting about outside the window.
“Nnng,” He says, nudging Remus in the side. He doesn’t want to get up yet. Can’t. Greater motor functions still coming back to him, wouldn’t be safe. Remus lets out a snuffly snore and flops onto his stomach, sliding his hands up underneath the cool pillow case, and he looks so comfortable that Sirius follows his lead. The tapping fades to nothing as Sirius fades back into the land of nod, and Padfoot joins Moony as they run and run and chase squirrels and run some more.
TAP, TAP, TAP!
Remus’ eyes open synchronously, unlike Sirius’ that have to take turns focusing and getting used to the light again of their own accord. He’s somewhat aware that he heard something, unsure as to what, though.
“Tap, tap, tap.” Ah, an owl. Remus scoots up on the bed and the dark blue sheets gather at his waist in layers. Scratching his chest, Remus squints across the room, out the window where the tawny owl is fluttering. He recognizes it immediately as Lily’s.
Lily.
James.
Fuuuuck.
“Fuck!” He says, aloud this time, as he falls out of the bed and hobbles over to the window to let the owl in. He takes the ivory scroll from its claws and the owl pecks his finger sharply, most likely on Lily’s orders.
Remus,
Do see that Sirius is on time. I would hate to taint my very first wedding with murder.
Then, near the bottom of the parchment:
Sirius,
If you do anything to ruin this day I will serve your bollucks on a platter with the canapés. That includes being late.
Signed,
Lily Potter-to-be
“Bugger!” Remus says, pulling on his hair as he stars at the lump of Sirius still sprawled out like a cat in their bed. “Bugger! Sirius! Get up!”
Sirius makes an incoherent noise into his pillow and turns his head toward Remus, not bothering to open his eyes. “No,” he protests. “Come back to bed, s’early.”
“It’s not early, it’s noon. And you’re going to be late!”
This, at least, gave Sirius cause to crack open one eye and glance at the alarm clock on the nightstand. He scratches himself, then looks at Remus standing in front of the window, surrounded by the soft, glow of light, wearing nothing but an expression of sheer panic. Suddenly, Sirius remembers.
“Bugger! Fuck!” He jumps out of the bed, tangling himself in the sheets momentarily, and runs into the bathroom, brushing his teeth with one hand and his thick, black hair with the other. “Evans is going to have my balls.”
“On a platter,” Remus says as he pulls Sirius’ black and white dress robes out of the closet and lays them on the bed. “With the canapé.”
“Bugger,” Sirius says with a mouthful of minty fresh toothpaste, leaning over to spit in the sink. “Buggery fuck.”
****
They apparate to the wedding separately and Sirius nearly lands right on top of James, but he is there, and only one minute, twenty-three seconds late.
“Hullo ‘ullo,” He says, grinning lopsidedly at James so that James can’t help but pull him into a great bear hug.
“I’m glad you’re here, Pads,” James returns with a genuine smile. “Or rather, you’re glad you’re here. Lily’s looking for you. Something about canapés.”
“Right-o,” Sirius says, though admittedly he isn’t paying James very much attention. He’s searching for Remus in the crowd. Remus, his rock, who always knows what to do in these weird situations, and Prongs getting bloody married - that definitely fits the bill.
James grins. “Oi, maybe I can do this for you one day, Pads.”
“Yeah, wossat?” Sirius asks and James watches as Sirius' face lights up when his eyes finally find Remus in the crowd and they wave at each other, smiling affectionately.
“You know, the best man gig. I could be your best man one day, yeah?”
Sirius looks away from Remus and up at James in bewilderment. Throwing his head back as a laugh roars from his throat, he playfully cuffs James on the back of the head. “Don’t be foolish, Prongsie. I will never succumb to the chains of matrimony as easily as you have.”
“Yeah?” James asks, quirking one eyebrow, ignoring Sirius’ jab. “Don’t think you’ll ever find that one person you’d want to spend the rest of your life with, then”
“Not me,” Sirius replies, his eyes flicking to the approaching Remus and back to James. “Bachelor for life, mate.”
“Really?” James continues, despite Sirius’ apparent lack of interest. “No one you could see yourself waking up next to every day, no matter how foul their morning breath, brushing your teeth together, taking turns spitting, eating their eggs no matter how disgusting and rubbery they are?”
Sirius looks at James incredulously, eyes wide with confusion. “W-what? No. Course not Prongs. Good lord, what are you on about?”
“Just saying,” James shrugs casually, throwing his arm around Sirius’ shoulder. “That if you ever did find that, er, person, I’d be happy for you. And I’d support you, no matter what, mate.”
“…”
“…”
“Bloody hell.”
“Yep.”
“You know.” It was definitely a statement, not a question. Finally the things James had been saying made sense.
“It’s pretty obvious,” James grins, ruffling Sirius’ hair, then quickly trying to set it right so Lily wouldn’t hex them all before they got to enjoy the brilliant cake his mum made.
“What gave it away?”
“You love him.”
“Yes, but what gave it away, you daft son of a-”
“You love him, Sirius,” James says clearly, grasping Sirius by the shoulders. “That’s what gave it away. It’s like this giant, omnipresent thing, mate. You get all glazed over and starry-eyed whenever Moony’s around, always have really. Everyone sees it.”
Sirius stares at James, his best mate, his good-as-brother, and has no idea what to say. He’s hated lying to James, keeping the most important secret of his life away from the one person he always told his secrets to, but he and Moony had talked it out and agreed it was the right thing to do.
“But James,” He says, unsure. “James, you hate poofs.”
“You’re not poofs though,” James says matter-of-factly, almost condescendingly as if Sirius should have known better. “You’re Pads and Moony.”
Sirius gazes up at James in complete awe. In this moment, he loves James so much it actually hurts. His heart feels like its being squeezed by a vice. No matter what he says or how many times he teases him about being Evans’ lap dog, he is happy for James, and proud of him, and knows that this is right.
“Now go rescue him,” James interrupts his overly sentimental thoughts. “Aunt Thelma just got a hold of him and he really doesn’t want to see those pictures, mate.”
Sirius grins and pulls James into a bone crushing hug, the kind of hug that says thank you, I love you, you are my best friend and my brother, I hope you are happy forever and ever - even though you are Evans’ lapdog. Then he takes James’s face tightly between his hands, kisses him firmly on both cheeks and skips across the yard, feeling like the weight of the world has been lifted from his shoulders, and goes to rescue his Moony.
Characters: Remus/Sirius, James
Pairing: Teen for language
Disclaimer: All your characters are belong to Jo.
Prompt: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9
Tap.
Sirius groans and shifts in his sleep, smacks his lips and throws his arm across Moony’s bare chest. He’s half-aware that the room is bathed in the muted color of daylight and thinks he might’ve just heard something, but Remus is so warm, just like the bedclothes, that Sirius just snuggles closer and drifts back to sleep.
Tap, tap.
Remus is dreaming, running through the woods with the branches of trees whipping at his face as he runs and runs…in the background he hears a tapping sound. The wolf’s ear’s perk up, assumes it to be only a woodpecker, and keeps running. Remus rolls onto his side in his sleep, his back to Sirius, and Sirius’ arm slinks down around his hip.
Tap, tap, tap!
Sirius’ own loud, rumbling snore wakes him and he hears the last tap on the window pane before realizing what’s going on. He cautiously cracks open one eyelid, wincing at the sudden intrusion of brightness spilling into their room through parted curtains, and can vaguely make out the shape of an owl flitting about outside the window.
“Nnng,” He says, nudging Remus in the side. He doesn’t want to get up yet. Can’t. Greater motor functions still coming back to him, wouldn’t be safe. Remus lets out a snuffly snore and flops onto his stomach, sliding his hands up underneath the cool pillow case, and he looks so comfortable that Sirius follows his lead. The tapping fades to nothing as Sirius fades back into the land of nod, and Padfoot joins Moony as they run and run and chase squirrels and run some more.
TAP, TAP, TAP!
Remus’ eyes open synchronously, unlike Sirius’ that have to take turns focusing and getting used to the light again of their own accord. He’s somewhat aware that he heard something, unsure as to what, though.
“Tap, tap, tap.” Ah, an owl. Remus scoots up on the bed and the dark blue sheets gather at his waist in layers. Scratching his chest, Remus squints across the room, out the window where the tawny owl is fluttering. He recognizes it immediately as Lily’s.
Lily.
James.
Fuuuuck.
“Fuck!” He says, aloud this time, as he falls out of the bed and hobbles over to the window to let the owl in. He takes the ivory scroll from its claws and the owl pecks his finger sharply, most likely on Lily’s orders.
Remus,
Do see that Sirius is on time. I would hate to taint my very first wedding with murder.
Then, near the bottom of the parchment:
Sirius,
If you do anything to ruin this day I will serve your bollucks on a platter with the canapés. That includes being late.
Signed,
Lily Potter-to-be
“Bugger!” Remus says, pulling on his hair as he stars at the lump of Sirius still sprawled out like a cat in their bed. “Bugger! Sirius! Get up!”
Sirius makes an incoherent noise into his pillow and turns his head toward Remus, not bothering to open his eyes. “No,” he protests. “Come back to bed, s’early.”
“It’s not early, it’s noon. And you’re going to be late!”
This, at least, gave Sirius cause to crack open one eye and glance at the alarm clock on the nightstand. He scratches himself, then looks at Remus standing in front of the window, surrounded by the soft, glow of light, wearing nothing but an expression of sheer panic. Suddenly, Sirius remembers.
“Bugger! Fuck!” He jumps out of the bed, tangling himself in the sheets momentarily, and runs into the bathroom, brushing his teeth with one hand and his thick, black hair with the other. “Evans is going to have my balls.”
“On a platter,” Remus says as he pulls Sirius’ black and white dress robes out of the closet and lays them on the bed. “With the canapé.”
“Bugger,” Sirius says with a mouthful of minty fresh toothpaste, leaning over to spit in the sink. “Buggery fuck.”
****
They apparate to the wedding separately and Sirius nearly lands right on top of James, but he is there, and only one minute, twenty-three seconds late.
“Hullo ‘ullo,” He says, grinning lopsidedly at James so that James can’t help but pull him into a great bear hug.
“I’m glad you’re here, Pads,” James returns with a genuine smile. “Or rather, you’re glad you’re here. Lily’s looking for you. Something about canapés.”
“Right-o,” Sirius says, though admittedly he isn’t paying James very much attention. He’s searching for Remus in the crowd. Remus, his rock, who always knows what to do in these weird situations, and Prongs getting bloody married - that definitely fits the bill.
James grins. “Oi, maybe I can do this for you one day, Pads.”
“Yeah, wossat?” Sirius asks and James watches as Sirius' face lights up when his eyes finally find Remus in the crowd and they wave at each other, smiling affectionately.
“You know, the best man gig. I could be your best man one day, yeah?”
Sirius looks away from Remus and up at James in bewilderment. Throwing his head back as a laugh roars from his throat, he playfully cuffs James on the back of the head. “Don’t be foolish, Prongsie. I will never succumb to the chains of matrimony as easily as you have.”
“Yeah?” James asks, quirking one eyebrow, ignoring Sirius’ jab. “Don’t think you’ll ever find that one person you’d want to spend the rest of your life with, then”
“Not me,” Sirius replies, his eyes flicking to the approaching Remus and back to James. “Bachelor for life, mate.”
“Really?” James continues, despite Sirius’ apparent lack of interest. “No one you could see yourself waking up next to every day, no matter how foul their morning breath, brushing your teeth together, taking turns spitting, eating their eggs no matter how disgusting and rubbery they are?”
Sirius looks at James incredulously, eyes wide with confusion. “W-what? No. Course not Prongs. Good lord, what are you on about?”
“Just saying,” James shrugs casually, throwing his arm around Sirius’ shoulder. “That if you ever did find that, er, person, I’d be happy for you. And I’d support you, no matter what, mate.”
“…”
“…”
“Bloody hell.”
“Yep.”
“You know.” It was definitely a statement, not a question. Finally the things James had been saying made sense.
“It’s pretty obvious,” James grins, ruffling Sirius’ hair, then quickly trying to set it right so Lily wouldn’t hex them all before they got to enjoy the brilliant cake his mum made.
“What gave it away?”
“You love him.”
“Yes, but what gave it away, you daft son of a-”
“You love him, Sirius,” James says clearly, grasping Sirius by the shoulders. “That’s what gave it away. It’s like this giant, omnipresent thing, mate. You get all glazed over and starry-eyed whenever Moony’s around, always have really. Everyone sees it.”
Sirius stares at James, his best mate, his good-as-brother, and has no idea what to say. He’s hated lying to James, keeping the most important secret of his life away from the one person he always told his secrets to, but he and Moony had talked it out and agreed it was the right thing to do.
“But James,” He says, unsure. “James, you hate poofs.”
“You’re not poofs though,” James says matter-of-factly, almost condescendingly as if Sirius should have known better. “You’re Pads and Moony.”
Sirius gazes up at James in complete awe. In this moment, he loves James so much it actually hurts. His heart feels like its being squeezed by a vice. No matter what he says or how many times he teases him about being Evans’ lap dog, he is happy for James, and proud of him, and knows that this is right.
“Now go rescue him,” James interrupts his overly sentimental thoughts. “Aunt Thelma just got a hold of him and he really doesn’t want to see those pictures, mate.”
Sirius grins and pulls James into a bone crushing hug, the kind of hug that says thank you, I love you, you are my best friend and my brother, I hope you are happy forever and ever - even though you are Evans’ lapdog. Then he takes James’s face tightly between his hands, kisses him firmly on both cheeks and skips across the yard, feeling like the weight of the world has been lifted from his shoulders, and goes to rescue his Moony.