Craft Time!
Title: A Good Place for a Doily
Pairing: R/S
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Fluff/Humour
Summary: Sirius enters the realm of crocheting.
Disclaimer: Don't own 'em.
A/N: For shaggydogstail who mentioned Sirius should try crocheting in a comment in one of the other fics in this arc. I don't know how important it is to read the others, but this is now fifth in a series. The others: Waiting, Siriusly Sick of Knitting, Quilting & Pirates, and Glitter and Glue.
Cross-posted to remusxsirius, two_boys, and Immeritus
~
“I thought you’d given up knitting!” Remus squelched as he walked into the sitting room after another harrowing day at his bookshop.
“Mmm?”
“Knitting! You’d given it up!” Remus continued in his louder-than-normal voice.
“But I have!” Sirius insisted.
“Then what in the bloody hell is that?!” Sirius was positive he’d never before heard Remus’s voice reach such decibels. Ever since the Knitting Needle in the Femur incident, anytime Remus saw one the vein in his temple would start throbbing.
“It’s not knitting, Moony,” Sirius explained. “It’s crocheting.”
Remus’s lips pursed and his nostrils flared. “It’s the Same. Ruddy. Thing.”
“’Snot. C’mere and I’ll show you,” insisted Sirius, offering his hand over the back of the sofa to Remus, who hesitantly took it, trying to hide the fear that was plainly on his face. “See? No knitting needles. Crocheting hooks.”
“Ah. Not as pointy,” Remus observed.
“Indeed. And smaller! Much more difficult to charm though. These crocheting patterns are merciless,” Sirius said, beginning to ramble.
“Well, that’s all right then, I suppose. I did say I’d start being more supportive of your hobbies.”
Sirius nodded. “Yes, you did.”
Remus sat next his boyfriend on the sofa. “What are you making then?”
“A doily.”
“What?”
“A doily,” Sirius repeated, speaking slower this time, as he was afraid Remus was losing his hearing.
“Why?” Remus asked, his voice reaching that higher timbre.
“Dunno. It seemed a good thing to start with,” Sirius shrugged.
“I do not want our house decorated like my gran’s. She had those things everywhere: tabletops, chair arms, pillows.”
“I think they make a house more homey.”
Remus rolled his eyes. “I’m going to make some tea,” he said.
~
Remus was fairly certain Sirius had been up most of the night crocheting his buggery doily. He was in bed when Remus got up to leave for work, but he didn’t know at what time Sirius got there.
He was trying not to be cross about the crocheting. It was so similar to knitting (but a little tackier) that Remus figured he was bound to hold a grudge against it.
~
Half-expecting to see Sirius crocheting forty-two more doilies when he returned home for the day, Remus was surprised to not find him sitting on the sofa.
“Sirius?” he called out.
No answer.
Remus checked the kitchen, but he wasn’t there. He went down the hallway towards their bedroom and saw the door was shut.
Tentatively opening it, he peered in.
“Hello, Moony,” Sirius said in a tone Remus thought sounded like he had a piece of chicken caught in his throat, but that Sirius probably assumed sounded seductive.
Remus walked into the room and raised his eyebrow. “What are you doing?” he asked, unable to keep a smile from his face. Sirius was lying on his back on their bed, stark naked except for a doily (the red and gold one he had been crocheting the day before) placed gingerly over his groin.
“I found a place to put the doily,” Sirius answered.
“And so you have,” Remus said, striding toward the bed as fast as he could, hasty to reveal what was under the doily. He decided maybe crocheting wasn't so bad after all.
End.
Concrit and comments are always welcome.
Pairing: R/S
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Fluff/Humour
Summary: Sirius enters the realm of crocheting.
Disclaimer: Don't own 'em.
A/N: For shaggydogstail who mentioned Sirius should try crocheting in a comment in one of the other fics in this arc. I don't know how important it is to read the others, but this is now fifth in a series. The others: Waiting, Siriusly Sick of Knitting, Quilting & Pirates, and Glitter and Glue.
Cross-posted to remusxsirius, two_boys, and Immeritus
~
“I thought you’d given up knitting!” Remus squelched as he walked into the sitting room after another harrowing day at his bookshop.
“Mmm?”
“Knitting! You’d given it up!” Remus continued in his louder-than-normal voice.
“But I have!” Sirius insisted.
“Then what in the bloody hell is that?!” Sirius was positive he’d never before heard Remus’s voice reach such decibels. Ever since the Knitting Needle in the Femur incident, anytime Remus saw one the vein in his temple would start throbbing.
“It’s not knitting, Moony,” Sirius explained. “It’s crocheting.”
Remus’s lips pursed and his nostrils flared. “It’s the Same. Ruddy. Thing.”
“’Snot. C’mere and I’ll show you,” insisted Sirius, offering his hand over the back of the sofa to Remus, who hesitantly took it, trying to hide the fear that was plainly on his face. “See? No knitting needles. Crocheting hooks.”
“Ah. Not as pointy,” Remus observed.
“Indeed. And smaller! Much more difficult to charm though. These crocheting patterns are merciless,” Sirius said, beginning to ramble.
“Well, that’s all right then, I suppose. I did say I’d start being more supportive of your hobbies.”
Sirius nodded. “Yes, you did.”
Remus sat next his boyfriend on the sofa. “What are you making then?”
“A doily.”
“What?”
“A doily,” Sirius repeated, speaking slower this time, as he was afraid Remus was losing his hearing.
“Why?” Remus asked, his voice reaching that higher timbre.
“Dunno. It seemed a good thing to start with,” Sirius shrugged.
“I do not want our house decorated like my gran’s. She had those things everywhere: tabletops, chair arms, pillows.”
“I think they make a house more homey.”
Remus rolled his eyes. “I’m going to make some tea,” he said.
~
Remus was fairly certain Sirius had been up most of the night crocheting his buggery doily. He was in bed when Remus got up to leave for work, but he didn’t know at what time Sirius got there.
He was trying not to be cross about the crocheting. It was so similar to knitting (but a little tackier) that Remus figured he was bound to hold a grudge against it.
~
Half-expecting to see Sirius crocheting forty-two more doilies when he returned home for the day, Remus was surprised to not find him sitting on the sofa.
“Sirius?” he called out.
No answer.
Remus checked the kitchen, but he wasn’t there. He went down the hallway towards their bedroom and saw the door was shut.
Tentatively opening it, he peered in.
“Hello, Moony,” Sirius said in a tone Remus thought sounded like he had a piece of chicken caught in his throat, but that Sirius probably assumed sounded seductive.
Remus walked into the room and raised his eyebrow. “What are you doing?” he asked, unable to keep a smile from his face. Sirius was lying on his back on their bed, stark naked except for a doily (the red and gold one he had been crocheting the day before) placed gingerly over his groin.
“I found a place to put the doily,” Sirius answered.
“And so you have,” Remus said, striding toward the bed as fast as he could, hasty to reveal what was under the doily. He decided maybe crocheting wasn't so bad after all.
End.
Concrit and comments are always welcome.