"New," HP, Remus/Sirius
Title: New
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: young!Remus/young!Sirius
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: JKR owns them, I don't.
Note: Written for the "something new" challenge in 50 minutes.
New
Remus came into the flat and stopped. There was a large red sofa against one wall that hadn't been there when he'd left in the morning. The previous sofa, broken-backed and with suspicious brown stains across the cushions, was gone.
Sirius came out from the kitchen. "You're home later than I thought."
Remus finished taking off his coat. "What's this?"
"New sofa," Sirius said. "The old one was a piece of shit."
"It's ... very red."
"You hate it."
"Is there dinner?"
"I thought we'd get takeaway and eat it on the sofa."
"I bought food for dinner."
"I'm tired of our cooking," Sirius said. "I'll go round and get us curry."
"Fine." Remus picked up one of his books off the floor where it had apparently been moved off the old sofa and opened it as if he found the dogeared pages fascinating. Sirius made clanking noises in the kitchen, which struck Remus as entirely unnecessary if they weren't going to lead to dinner. He turned a page without having read it.
The clanking noises stopped. After a minute, Sirius took the book out of Remus's hand from behind. "You do hate it, don't you?"
"I don't care," Remus said.
"You hated the old one."
"It was a piece of shit."
"So ..."
"So I don't know." He couldn't very well say he'd expected to be consulted about the furniture. That seemed very ... something they weren't. Still, he found himself annoyed. "I'm glad you have a new sofa."
"It's our sofa," Sirius said, sounding a little hurt.
"It's not," Remus said. "I didn't pay for it, and I won't pay for dinner, and you keep pretending you don't remember how far I am behind on the rent --"
"I'm not keeping some kind of tab --"
"-- and, not to dash your hopes, but, no, I am not home late because I've gotten a job. I'm home late because I spent all afternoon not getting a job, and the streets were too busy for me to Apparate home." He closed his eyes. "And I'm tired, and my feet hurt, and I can't -- I can't do this --"
"Here, now," Sirius said, resting his hands on Remus's shoulders. "Come and sit down on the bloody awful new sofa, and put your feet up, and I'll go get you food and something nice and alcoholic to drink."
"You're missing the point," Remus said, trying to force down the thin thread of panic that had been just under the surface for the last couple of weeks, as it became harder to pretend anyone was going to want to hire a werewolf. "I don't know how to make this work."
"This works," Sirius said. "We work."
"No, we don't," Remus said, but mostly for argument's sake. He let Sirius take his hand and pull him around into an awkward, hungry embrace, silencing Remus with his mouth. He never really got tired of this, even tired and with his feet aching and the damn sofa lurking against the wall.
"It's almost a Gryffindor red, in the right light," Remus said, because he felt that an apology was called for.
"You'll get used to it."
"I'm sure I will," Remus said, and hoped he would.
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: young!Remus/young!Sirius
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: JKR owns them, I don't.
Note: Written for the "something new" challenge in 50 minutes.
New
Remus came into the flat and stopped. There was a large red sofa against one wall that hadn't been there when he'd left in the morning. The previous sofa, broken-backed and with suspicious brown stains across the cushions, was gone.
Sirius came out from the kitchen. "You're home later than I thought."
Remus finished taking off his coat. "What's this?"
"New sofa," Sirius said. "The old one was a piece of shit."
"It's ... very red."
"You hate it."
"Is there dinner?"
"I thought we'd get takeaway and eat it on the sofa."
"I bought food for dinner."
"I'm tired of our cooking," Sirius said. "I'll go round and get us curry."
"Fine." Remus picked up one of his books off the floor where it had apparently been moved off the old sofa and opened it as if he found the dogeared pages fascinating. Sirius made clanking noises in the kitchen, which struck Remus as entirely unnecessary if they weren't going to lead to dinner. He turned a page without having read it.
The clanking noises stopped. After a minute, Sirius took the book out of Remus's hand from behind. "You do hate it, don't you?"
"I don't care," Remus said.
"You hated the old one."
"It was a piece of shit."
"So ..."
"So I don't know." He couldn't very well say he'd expected to be consulted about the furniture. That seemed very ... something they weren't. Still, he found himself annoyed. "I'm glad you have a new sofa."
"It's our sofa," Sirius said, sounding a little hurt.
"It's not," Remus said. "I didn't pay for it, and I won't pay for dinner, and you keep pretending you don't remember how far I am behind on the rent --"
"I'm not keeping some kind of tab --"
"-- and, not to dash your hopes, but, no, I am not home late because I've gotten a job. I'm home late because I spent all afternoon not getting a job, and the streets were too busy for me to Apparate home." He closed his eyes. "And I'm tired, and my feet hurt, and I can't -- I can't do this --"
"Here, now," Sirius said, resting his hands on Remus's shoulders. "Come and sit down on the bloody awful new sofa, and put your feet up, and I'll go get you food and something nice and alcoholic to drink."
"You're missing the point," Remus said, trying to force down the thin thread of panic that had been just under the surface for the last couple of weeks, as it became harder to pretend anyone was going to want to hire a werewolf. "I don't know how to make this work."
"This works," Sirius said. "We work."
"No, we don't," Remus said, but mostly for argument's sake. He let Sirius take his hand and pull him around into an awkward, hungry embrace, silencing Remus with his mouth. He never really got tired of this, even tired and with his feet aching and the damn sofa lurking against the wall.
"It's almost a Gryffindor red, in the right light," Remus said, because he felt that an apology was called for.
"You'll get used to it."
"I'm sure I will," Remus said, and hoped he would.