ADVENT: Proud Candy (Remus/Sirius, Candy Cane)
Prompt: Remus/Sirius, Candy Cane
Requested by: wolfie_kaynine
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December 1978:-
Outside the falling snow gradually turned the black and grey of London to shades of silver and white and cheerfully tacky lights burnt in the windows of muggle apartments beyond the roofs of Diagon Alley. Shoppers scuttled along the crooked street, burning with the yuletide desire for a bargain. Far above where gift hunters were greeting friends and haggling for a better bargain on the ingredients to make that special potion, a young man leant against the still grimy window of his new apartment looking down on them all with a little smile. There was no heat, but he was bundled up in the thick jumper his mother had sent and his lover lay between his legs using his belly as a pillow. It wasn’t exactly comfortable, but it was warm and intimate and the young man wouldn’t have exchanged his place for anyone or anything. His dark haired lover was tearing through the wrapping on a small gift their friends had given them earlier, and his amber gaze shifted to watch artist’s hands rip snowmen apart with the enthusiasm of a child. The bark of laughter warmed him to his bones, and he couldn’t help tightening his arm around his lover to pull him up and closer so he could see the bright grin he knew had to be there.
“Lily had to have picked these out! Look Moony!” A small bundle of rainbow coloured candy canes were thrust into his face, earning his dark lover a surprised laugh. “Gay candy canes!”
“Where in the world could she have gotten these?” He asked, laughter and appreciation in his voice as he tried to take the bundle. It was snatched out of his grip though and his own mischief maker leered up at him.
“Who cares? You think too much, Mr Moony.”
“I do?”
“You do. And you’re missing the obvious question here. I’m almost insulted actually.”
“And what, pray tell Mr Padfoot, is the obvious question?”
He saw it coming in the twist of his smirk and the dancing of midnight blue eyes just before his lover spoke. Laughter almost drowned out the cheeky, “Will you suck first, or shall I?”
Requested by: wolfie_kaynine
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December 1978:-
Outside the falling snow gradually turned the black and grey of London to shades of silver and white and cheerfully tacky lights burnt in the windows of muggle apartments beyond the roofs of Diagon Alley. Shoppers scuttled along the crooked street, burning with the yuletide desire for a bargain. Far above where gift hunters were greeting friends and haggling for a better bargain on the ingredients to make that special potion, a young man leant against the still grimy window of his new apartment looking down on them all with a little smile. There was no heat, but he was bundled up in the thick jumper his mother had sent and his lover lay between his legs using his belly as a pillow. It wasn’t exactly comfortable, but it was warm and intimate and the young man wouldn’t have exchanged his place for anyone or anything. His dark haired lover was tearing through the wrapping on a small gift their friends had given them earlier, and his amber gaze shifted to watch artist’s hands rip snowmen apart with the enthusiasm of a child. The bark of laughter warmed him to his bones, and he couldn’t help tightening his arm around his lover to pull him up and closer so he could see the bright grin he knew had to be there.
“Lily had to have picked these out! Look Moony!” A small bundle of rainbow coloured candy canes were thrust into his face, earning his dark lover a surprised laugh. “Gay candy canes!”
“Where in the world could she have gotten these?” He asked, laughter and appreciation in his voice as he tried to take the bundle. It was snatched out of his grip though and his own mischief maker leered up at him.
“Who cares? You think too much, Mr Moony.”
“I do?”
“You do. And you’re missing the obvious question here. I’m almost insulted actually.”
“And what, pray tell Mr Padfoot, is the obvious question?”
He saw it coming in the twist of his smirk and the dancing of midnight blue eyes just before his lover spoke. Laughter almost drowned out the cheeky, “Will you suck first, or shall I?”