More Gift Ficlets! (both PGish)
Remus-centric Marauders gen ~ 505
for athene51
Remus presses his lips into a thin, bloodless line as a ball of wadded parchment hits him between the eyes for what seems like the umpteenth time today, teeth gritted to keep from telling Sirius that he is a fucking idiot and a wanker and he can just--
"Psst. Remus. Reeemus---"
Refusing to look up, Remus snarls, "What, Sirius?"
Infuriatingly insouciant, Sirius' grin is evident in his voice and Remus would like nothing better than to wrap his slender, scarred fingers around Sirius' throat and squeeze until--
"Present for you, git. Read the parchment."
"God damn it..." Remus tosses his quill down and takes up the parchment ball, uncrumpling it as he rants, "You know, some of us have work to catch up with and some of us want to be able to-- what? Why the hell would I call you 'padfoot'?" Disgusted he looks up, and Sirius is nowhere to be found. "Black? What sort of - shite! What?!"
A giant black dog suddenly stands, tongue lolling in what can only be described as a grin, paws propped on the bed where Remus has been sitting cross-legged in a pile of books, and Remus unconsciously shrinks away from it.
The dog, however, hops onto the bed, and Remus backpedals away, scrabbling for his wand even as it's shaggy shape suddenly transmutes into a very cheerful Sirius. "Happy birthday, mate!"
Blinking, Remus furrows his brow and sits forward, peering. "Oh. Hell. Tell me you didn't slip those fucking pink sugarcubes in my tea again, Sirius, because I will absolutely kill you, dead. I like my bloody braincells right where they are--"
Sirius rolls his eyes and takes hold of Remus' chin turning it toward the far corner of the room where a large stag is loping slowly from the shadows, a fat, scraggly rat perched on one antler. "You are as straight as we are, mate. But that's not saying much."
The stag pitches the rat onto the bed with a squeak and melts into James as the rat rolls to a sitting position and becomes Peter, who holds a hand out to Remus with a grin. "Wormtail. Pleased to meet you."
Stupefied, Remus shakes his hand as James grabs his face and lands a wet smacking kiss on the side of his head. "Prongs. We'll be your escorts to the Shack tomorrow night, young man."
"You did this... you all- for me?" Remus stammers, his face hot trying to process it all as Sirius drapes his arm over his shoulders, grinning madly.
"Nah. Some other bloke-- maybe you know him. Fifth year Prefect? Gets a little cranky around full moons-- goes by the name of Moony."
Remus turns to look at Sirius, who he knows well enough to know that his obvious smug, self-congratulatory grin is covering for a whole host of serious thoughts and feelings, and clears his throat. "He does?"
James ruffles Peter's hair, cuffing the back of his head lightly as he plants a foot on the bed to hop over and sit on the opposite side (because circling it would have been far too easy). "Does now."
Harry/Zacharias ~ 165
for prurient_badger, who made me an icon, but didn't tell me what she wanted and made me troll her fics for an idea. :))))
"You are a swotty little bastard, and a right piece of work, and damn it all, I wish you would wait to kill yourself until you kill You Fucking Know Who."
Zacharias dragged Harry up by the shirt, peering into his one puffy, bloodshot eye and one normal one, sitting him roughly on a still-smoking chair.
Harry was half-dazed by the falling debris and the hexes he'd taken and half from the shock at Zacharias' tirade that consisted of decidedly more than a well-placed shrug. He had no choice but to sit, as the Hufflepuff tipped his head up to examine him more closely, already beginning to cast healing charms as best he could (which, in fact, was rather well).
Gripping Zacharias' cloak after two tries, Harry mumbled thickly, "Sorry. Didn't go looking. Just wanted to see Luna. Caught me on the way."
Fingers tightening on Harry's chin, Zacharias fixed him with a dark look before bending to brush his lips against Harry's forehead. "I know, idiot. Hold still."
for athene51
Remus presses his lips into a thin, bloodless line as a ball of wadded parchment hits him between the eyes for what seems like the umpteenth time today, teeth gritted to keep from telling Sirius that he is a fucking idiot and a wanker and he can just--
"Psst. Remus. Reeemus---"
Refusing to look up, Remus snarls, "What, Sirius?"
Infuriatingly insouciant, Sirius' grin is evident in his voice and Remus would like nothing better than to wrap his slender, scarred fingers around Sirius' throat and squeeze until--
"Present for you, git. Read the parchment."
"God damn it..." Remus tosses his quill down and takes up the parchment ball, uncrumpling it as he rants, "You know, some of us have work to catch up with and some of us want to be able to-- what? Why the hell would I call you 'padfoot'?" Disgusted he looks up, and Sirius is nowhere to be found. "Black? What sort of - shite! What?!"
A giant black dog suddenly stands, tongue lolling in what can only be described as a grin, paws propped on the bed where Remus has been sitting cross-legged in a pile of books, and Remus unconsciously shrinks away from it.
The dog, however, hops onto the bed, and Remus backpedals away, scrabbling for his wand even as it's shaggy shape suddenly transmutes into a very cheerful Sirius. "Happy birthday, mate!"
Blinking, Remus furrows his brow and sits forward, peering. "Oh. Hell. Tell me you didn't slip those fucking pink sugarcubes in my tea again, Sirius, because I will absolutely kill you, dead. I like my bloody braincells right where they are--"
Sirius rolls his eyes and takes hold of Remus' chin turning it toward the far corner of the room where a large stag is loping slowly from the shadows, a fat, scraggly rat perched on one antler. "You are as straight as we are, mate. But that's not saying much."
The stag pitches the rat onto the bed with a squeak and melts into James as the rat rolls to a sitting position and becomes Peter, who holds a hand out to Remus with a grin. "Wormtail. Pleased to meet you."
Stupefied, Remus shakes his hand as James grabs his face and lands a wet smacking kiss on the side of his head. "Prongs. We'll be your escorts to the Shack tomorrow night, young man."
"You did this... you all- for me?" Remus stammers, his face hot trying to process it all as Sirius drapes his arm over his shoulders, grinning madly.
"Nah. Some other bloke-- maybe you know him. Fifth year Prefect? Gets a little cranky around full moons-- goes by the name of Moony."
Remus turns to look at Sirius, who he knows well enough to know that his obvious smug, self-congratulatory grin is covering for a whole host of serious thoughts and feelings, and clears his throat. "He does?"
James ruffles Peter's hair, cuffing the back of his head lightly as he plants a foot on the bed to hop over and sit on the opposite side (because circling it would have been far too easy). "Does now."
Harry/Zacharias ~ 165
for prurient_badger, who made me an icon, but didn't tell me what she wanted and made me troll her fics for an idea. :))))
"You are a swotty little bastard, and a right piece of work, and damn it all, I wish you would wait to kill yourself until you kill You Fucking Know Who."
Zacharias dragged Harry up by the shirt, peering into his one puffy, bloodshot eye and one normal one, sitting him roughly on a still-smoking chair.
Harry was half-dazed by the falling debris and the hexes he'd taken and half from the shock at Zacharias' tirade that consisted of decidedly more than a well-placed shrug. He had no choice but to sit, as the Hufflepuff tipped his head up to examine him more closely, already beginning to cast healing charms as best he could (which, in fact, was rather well).
Gripping Zacharias' cloak after two tries, Harry mumbled thickly, "Sorry. Didn't go looking. Just wanted to see Luna. Caught me on the way."
Fingers tightening on Harry's chin, Zacharias fixed him with a dark look before bending to brush his lips against Harry's forehead. "I know, idiot. Hold still."