Fic time!
The world needs a little S/R pick-me-up. Or at least I do. And probably some of you also.
Title: Quilting and Pirates
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Teh Fluff. And humour. Sort of.
Summary: Sirius is giving up knitting for a new hobby.
Disclaimer: I don't own 'em and by the time I'm done with 'em, JKR will wish she didn't either.
A/N: It's only 750 words. Part of what has officially become an arc in which Sirius does crafts. Or something. Waiting and Siriusly Sick of Knitting
Cross posted to remusxsirius and two_boys
~
“Moony.”
“Yes, Padfoot,” Remus sighed.
“Y’know how you get sick of my knitting?” Sirius asked.
“Yes.”
“Well are you sick of it in general, or are you just sick of seeing it all over the flat?”
Remus contemplated this. “Both. But mostly just round the flat.”
“OK,” Sirius answered simply.
~
“Moony.”
“Yes, Padfoot?” Remus asked exasperatedly.
“I would like to start a quilting group,” Sirius asked about five minutes later.
“What?”
“I said that I would like to start a quilting group. I’m getting rather sick of knitting all the time. But mostly just because it’s lonely.”
Remus moved beyond sighing and groaned.
“I was thinking that rather than having people round the flat all the time, that we could hold it in your bookshop. There’s that lovely little corner in the craft section that would be perfect. Plus if we chose projects from one of the quilting books, it could boost your sales!” Sirius said excitedly.
“Is that why you’ve been coming round the shop so much lately? You’ve been looking at quilting books?”
“Yes.”
“Oh.” Remus knew Sirius was right: letting him hold his quilting group there for a while would bring more bodies in the shop. And more bodies meant more gold. “Well, all right,” Remus resigned. “Do you already have people interested or do you need to advertise?”
“Oh, no. I’ve already been talking about it with a few of the girls.”
“I’m sorry. ‘The girls?’” Remus asked, disbelief spewing forth.
“Y’know. Lily and Alice. The nice girl from down at the yarn shop and her mum. Francine, the lady who lives downstairs. And they’ve all said they’ll bring people too,” Sirius answered.
Remus shook his head and went to the kitchen to make tea. He wasn’t sure when his boyfriend had turned into such a raving loon.
~
The next day Sirius went to the fabric store Layla (the girl from the knitting-shop) told him about. He found some wonderful black calico prints, which he thought would work nicely.
He got to Witch Book? (the horribly unclever name Remus had called his shop) and went to set up in the corner, stopping to give Remus a kiss on the cheek as he passed him. None of the others were there yet as Sirius had arrived early to ensure everything was in order. He laid out a delightful spread of biscuits and tea on one of the side tables.
Thirty minutes later the girls started trickling in, arms loaded with fabrics and bags of supplies. Sirius had already begun cutting the pieces for his quilt and encouraged the others to join him.
He noticed Remus popping his head round the corner several times throughout the afternoon to see what was going on. Sirius thought it was cute that Remus was being nosy.
~
“Did you have fun today, Padfoot?” Remus asked him later when they were home at their flat.
“I did. The girls and I had a riot, especially after the cutting was over, which we all found quite tedious. Obviously we had to do everything the Muggle way as it wouldn’t be very fair for Lily, Alice, and I to charm our sewing needles to work on their own when the other ladies aren’t able to. Would you like to see how much I got finished though?” Sirius asked, not waiting for the answer as he was already bounding down the hall so he could rummage through his sack.
He came back into the bedroom and laid a beautiful quilt out on the bed. “I made it for us, Moony,” Sirius said shyly.
“You couldn’t possibly have completed this whole thing today?” Remus asked taking in the size of the quilt.
“Not at the shop, no. After I came back home I charmed the thread and needle to finish it up as I wanted to be able to snuggle up with you under it tonight.”
“That’s sweet, Padfoot. What is this pattern on it?” Remus asked, not able to tell in the dim light.
“A skull and crossbones, obviously!” Sirius said.
“Ah. To match your scarf?” Remus wasn’t sure why he was asking; he already knew the answer.
“’Course! Arrrr,” he said in his best imitation of a pirate.
“Well, aren’t pirates meant to ravish fair maids?” Remus coyly asked.
“Aye!” Sirius responded, leaping onto the bed (and quilt) so he could show Remus exactly how good of a pirate he was.
End.
Title: Quilting and Pirates
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Teh Fluff. And humour. Sort of.
Summary: Sirius is giving up knitting for a new hobby.
Disclaimer: I don't own 'em and by the time I'm done with 'em, JKR will wish she didn't either.
A/N: It's only 750 words. Part of what has officially become an arc in which Sirius does crafts. Or something. Waiting and Siriusly Sick of Knitting
Cross posted to remusxsirius and two_boys
~
“Moony.”
“Yes, Padfoot,” Remus sighed.
“Y’know how you get sick of my knitting?” Sirius asked.
“Yes.”
“Well are you sick of it in general, or are you just sick of seeing it all over the flat?”
Remus contemplated this. “Both. But mostly just round the flat.”
“OK,” Sirius answered simply.
~
“Moony.”
“Yes, Padfoot?” Remus asked exasperatedly.
“I would like to start a quilting group,” Sirius asked about five minutes later.
“What?”
“I said that I would like to start a quilting group. I’m getting rather sick of knitting all the time. But mostly just because it’s lonely.”
Remus moved beyond sighing and groaned.
“I was thinking that rather than having people round the flat all the time, that we could hold it in your bookshop. There’s that lovely little corner in the craft section that would be perfect. Plus if we chose projects from one of the quilting books, it could boost your sales!” Sirius said excitedly.
“Is that why you’ve been coming round the shop so much lately? You’ve been looking at quilting books?”
“Yes.”
“Oh.” Remus knew Sirius was right: letting him hold his quilting group there for a while would bring more bodies in the shop. And more bodies meant more gold. “Well, all right,” Remus resigned. “Do you already have people interested or do you need to advertise?”
“Oh, no. I’ve already been talking about it with a few of the girls.”
“I’m sorry. ‘The girls?’” Remus asked, disbelief spewing forth.
“Y’know. Lily and Alice. The nice girl from down at the yarn shop and her mum. Francine, the lady who lives downstairs. And they’ve all said they’ll bring people too,” Sirius answered.
Remus shook his head and went to the kitchen to make tea. He wasn’t sure when his boyfriend had turned into such a raving loon.
~
The next day Sirius went to the fabric store Layla (the girl from the knitting-shop) told him about. He found some wonderful black calico prints, which he thought would work nicely.
He got to Witch Book? (the horribly unclever name Remus had called his shop) and went to set up in the corner, stopping to give Remus a kiss on the cheek as he passed him. None of the others were there yet as Sirius had arrived early to ensure everything was in order. He laid out a delightful spread of biscuits and tea on one of the side tables.
Thirty minutes later the girls started trickling in, arms loaded with fabrics and bags of supplies. Sirius had already begun cutting the pieces for his quilt and encouraged the others to join him.
He noticed Remus popping his head round the corner several times throughout the afternoon to see what was going on. Sirius thought it was cute that Remus was being nosy.
~
“Did you have fun today, Padfoot?” Remus asked him later when they were home at their flat.
“I did. The girls and I had a riot, especially after the cutting was over, which we all found quite tedious. Obviously we had to do everything the Muggle way as it wouldn’t be very fair for Lily, Alice, and I to charm our sewing needles to work on their own when the other ladies aren’t able to. Would you like to see how much I got finished though?” Sirius asked, not waiting for the answer as he was already bounding down the hall so he could rummage through his sack.
He came back into the bedroom and laid a beautiful quilt out on the bed. “I made it for us, Moony,” Sirius said shyly.
“You couldn’t possibly have completed this whole thing today?” Remus asked taking in the size of the quilt.
“Not at the shop, no. After I came back home I charmed the thread and needle to finish it up as I wanted to be able to snuggle up with you under it tonight.”
“That’s sweet, Padfoot. What is this pattern on it?” Remus asked, not able to tell in the dim light.
“A skull and crossbones, obviously!” Sirius said.
“Ah. To match your scarf?” Remus wasn’t sure why he was asking; he already knew the answer.
“’Course! Arrrr,” he said in his best imitation of a pirate.
“Well, aren’t pirates meant to ravish fair maids?” Remus coyly asked.
“Aye!” Sirius responded, leaping onto the bed (and quilt) so he could show Remus exactly how good of a pirate he was.
End.