Time for some Fluff
Title: Glitter and Glue
Genre: Fluff/Humour
Pairings: R/S
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Sirius tackles scrapbooking, to Remus's utter dismay.
Concrit: Always welcome!
Disclaimer: I don't own 'em, and by the time I'm through with 'em, JKR will wish she didn't either.
A/N: This one is a bit more Awwwwww than the others in the Crafty Sirius arc. ( Waiting, Siriusly Sick of Knitting, Quilting and Pirates). Thank you to pink_faerie81 for the title!
Cross posted to remusxsirius, two_boys, and Immeritus
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“Padfoot what the fuck are you doing?” Remus tetchily asked seeing the fallout area their sitting room had become while he was at work.
Sirius looked up innocently. “I was bored today and -“
“Here we bloody go again,” Remus sighed.
“- and I decided to go through all of our photos. Then I decided that they should be organized somehow-“
“Organized? Do you even know what that word means?” asked Remus in disbelief.
“’Course!” Sirius indignantly replied. “So I remembered some of the girls from the quilting group,” Sirius paused as Remus dramatically rolled his eyes, “talking about these fancy photo albums where they decorate the pages and arrange the photos and make it quite lovely looking.”
Remus stared.
Sirius continued, “So, I went to the craft shop and bought a bunch of supplies-“
“We do not have an unlimited supply of funds, Padfoot. Contrary to what some Muggles believe, Wizards do not have the ability to conjure gold out of their arse. Or their wand,” Remus said moodily; it had been a busy day at work.
“Lest you forget, Moony, I received an inheritance that could rival the Ministry’s treasury, so yes, we do have an unlimited supply of gold,” Sirius retorted.
“It wasn’t that much money, Pads.”
“Was.”
“Wasn’t.”
“Was!”
“Wasn’t. And I’m not having this argument with you. Again. When the fucking fuck is this mess going to be cleaned up?” Remus snarked.
“I’m working here, Moony,” Sirius said irritably.
Remus huffed and went to bed.
When he woke in the morning, Sirius had fallen asleep with his head on the coffee table. Scissors were busily cutting colored sheets of paper into shapes. “Padfoot,” Remus said shaking Sirius on the shoulder.
“Wha?” Sirius sprang up startled.
“Here’s a cup of tea,” Remus said handing it to him. “You’ve got a bit of parchment stuck on the side of your face.”
Sirius’s hand flew to his cheek, where indeed, there was a bit that had become glued to his face. He ripped it off mouthing “Ow.”
“Is that glitter in your hair?” Remus asked, his hand reaching for Sirius’s matted black hair.
“Maybe?” Sirius asked, sipping his tea, his face twitching from the pain. “I finished though!”
“Well, let’s see then,” Remus said, trying to sound enthusiastic, but failing miserably.
Sirius reached over for a black leather photo album. He opened to the first page grinning broadly. Remus noticed the first photo was one of him, Sirius, James, and Peter, on their last day at Hogwarts, all grinning and waving happily.
As he flipped through the pages, Sirius leaning over his legs looking with him, he had to admit he was impressed. Sirius had included photos of all four boys and even a few of Lily. The pages were decorated with holiday themes (like one with Halloween pictures from when the four boys dressed as Slytherin girls), splashes of color, bits and oddments glued to the paper, and captions that Sirius probably thought were clever (‘Here’s Moony. Reading. Again.’) all surrounding a few photos some of which were cut in shapes.
The last page was only one photo of Remus and Sirius taken last year. Sirius was kissing Remus on the cheek, his arm wrapped companionably around Remus’s shoulder. Remus was blushing, never being one for public displays, but he had a huge grin on his face, which rivaled the one on his face currently. It was set on a page of plain black parchment and in silver writing beneath the photo it read: “Real love stories never have endings.”
Remus looked down at Sirius, whose head was resting on his thigh, and said, “Oh, Padfoot.”
Sirius looked up and smiled. “D’you like it?” he eagerly asked. “I made it for you.”
“I love it,’ Remus said simply, leaned down and planted a kiss on Sirius’s lips. “Next time I gripe about your hobbies, you have permission to hex me,” he added as Sirius was climbing onto his lap, having completely forgotten about the mess in the sitting room.
End.
Additonal A/N: The quote on the page in the scrapbook is from Richard Bach (not sure of the year or where from). I just thought it was too perfect for our pups.
Genre: Fluff/Humour
Pairings: R/S
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Sirius tackles scrapbooking, to Remus's utter dismay.
Concrit: Always welcome!
Disclaimer: I don't own 'em, and by the time I'm through with 'em, JKR will wish she didn't either.
A/N: This one is a bit more Awwwwww than the others in the Crafty Sirius arc. ( Waiting, Siriusly Sick of Knitting, Quilting and Pirates). Thank you to pink_faerie81 for the title!
Cross posted to remusxsirius, two_boys, and Immeritus
~
“Padfoot what the fuck are you doing?” Remus tetchily asked seeing the fallout area their sitting room had become while he was at work.
Sirius looked up innocently. “I was bored today and -“
“Here we bloody go again,” Remus sighed.
“- and I decided to go through all of our photos. Then I decided that they should be organized somehow-“
“Organized? Do you even know what that word means?” asked Remus in disbelief.
“’Course!” Sirius indignantly replied. “So I remembered some of the girls from the quilting group,” Sirius paused as Remus dramatically rolled his eyes, “talking about these fancy photo albums where they decorate the pages and arrange the photos and make it quite lovely looking.”
Remus stared.
Sirius continued, “So, I went to the craft shop and bought a bunch of supplies-“
“We do not have an unlimited supply of funds, Padfoot. Contrary to what some Muggles believe, Wizards do not have the ability to conjure gold out of their arse. Or their wand,” Remus said moodily; it had been a busy day at work.
“Lest you forget, Moony, I received an inheritance that could rival the Ministry’s treasury, so yes, we do have an unlimited supply of gold,” Sirius retorted.
“It wasn’t that much money, Pads.”
“Was.”
“Wasn’t.”
“Was!”
“Wasn’t. And I’m not having this argument with you. Again. When the fucking fuck is this mess going to be cleaned up?” Remus snarked.
“I’m working here, Moony,” Sirius said irritably.
Remus huffed and went to bed.
When he woke in the morning, Sirius had fallen asleep with his head on the coffee table. Scissors were busily cutting colored sheets of paper into shapes. “Padfoot,” Remus said shaking Sirius on the shoulder.
“Wha?” Sirius sprang up startled.
“Here’s a cup of tea,” Remus said handing it to him. “You’ve got a bit of parchment stuck on the side of your face.”
Sirius’s hand flew to his cheek, where indeed, there was a bit that had become glued to his face. He ripped it off mouthing “Ow.”
“Is that glitter in your hair?” Remus asked, his hand reaching for Sirius’s matted black hair.
“Maybe?” Sirius asked, sipping his tea, his face twitching from the pain. “I finished though!”
“Well, let’s see then,” Remus said, trying to sound enthusiastic, but failing miserably.
Sirius reached over for a black leather photo album. He opened to the first page grinning broadly. Remus noticed the first photo was one of him, Sirius, James, and Peter, on their last day at Hogwarts, all grinning and waving happily.
As he flipped through the pages, Sirius leaning over his legs looking with him, he had to admit he was impressed. Sirius had included photos of all four boys and even a few of Lily. The pages were decorated with holiday themes (like one with Halloween pictures from when the four boys dressed as Slytherin girls), splashes of color, bits and oddments glued to the paper, and captions that Sirius probably thought were clever (‘Here’s Moony. Reading. Again.’) all surrounding a few photos some of which were cut in shapes.
The last page was only one photo of Remus and Sirius taken last year. Sirius was kissing Remus on the cheek, his arm wrapped companionably around Remus’s shoulder. Remus was blushing, never being one for public displays, but he had a huge grin on his face, which rivaled the one on his face currently. It was set on a page of plain black parchment and in silver writing beneath the photo it read: “Real love stories never have endings.”
Remus looked down at Sirius, whose head was resting on his thigh, and said, “Oh, Padfoot.”
Sirius looked up and smiled. “D’you like it?” he eagerly asked. “I made it for you.”
“I love it,’ Remus said simply, leaned down and planted a kiss on Sirius’s lips. “Next time I gripe about your hobbies, you have permission to hex me,” he added as Sirius was climbing onto his lap, having completely forgotten about the mess in the sitting room.
End.
Additonal A/N: The quote on the page in the scrapbook is from Richard Bach (not sure of the year or where from). I just thought it was too perfect for our pups.