Fic: Like Pepper-Upper Potion (Only Better and Less Likely to Mess Up Your Hair) for mayberry_rose
Title: Like Pepper-Upper Potion (Only Better and Less Likely to Mess Up Your Hair)
Author: moonlitelupines
Recipient: mayberry_rose
Rating: G
Highlight for Warnings: *None. *
Word Count: approx. 1000
Summary: Sirius hates being sick. It's a good thing Remus is around.
Author's notes: This is the first time I've written Remus/Sirius, so I hope I did them justice. I hope you like this, too!
Plus, a huge thanks to my beta moonfoot_gamgee, who is amazing and makes my life a million times easier.
Sirius never got sick, never, which was great for him because he absolutely, without a doubt, hated Pepper-Upper Potion, thank you very much. Steam coming out of his ears had never been a sensation he enjoyed, nor had he ever grown accustomed to it like Remus. Poor Remus, who was sick all the time, and practically lived in the hospital wing while they were still in Hogwarts.
Poor Remus? How about poor Sirius, who as of this very moment was sick, with a cold, on Christmas Eve, without so much as a drop of Pepper-Upper Potion in sight (not that he would take it, mind you, but the idea that even the most hateful of cures was nowhere to be seen was both upsetting and frustrating). So he would just have to weather it out, as it were, until he either got better or Remus found some way of conjuring Pepper-Upper Potion out of thin air, whichever happened first.
Their cabin was filled with the quiet sounds of Remus cooking in the kitchen. Sirius wished he could smell whatever Remus was cooking. It was probably something amazing, like pot roast and mashed potatoes, but Sirius wouldn’t be able to taste any of it.
He sank deeper into the bed. Being sick was awful. And boring.
“Remus!”
“What Sirius?” Remus’ voice came wafting in from the kitchen.
“Can you come in here, please?”
Remus walked into the bedroom, his glasses still slightly fogged up from bending over the stove and a thick book under his arm. “What is it, Padfoot?”
“Will you sit with me?”
“I’ve got to watch supper,” said Remus, looking over his shoulder. “The roast is almost done.”
He pouted. “Just for a little bit?”
Remus sighed. “Oh, all right, but just for a little while.” He walked over to the bed and sat down next to Sirius. Once he was comfortable, he opened his book and began to read. They remained in silence for several minutes, both just enjoying the quiet moment together. Eventually, though, Sirius grew restless.
“Remus, I’m bored,” Sirius whined.
Without looking up, Remus said, “Just rest, Sirius. There’s no point in fighting it, especially if there’s no Pepper-Upper Potion.”
“I hate Pepper-Upper Potion,” he grumbled. “It messes up my hair.”
Remus snorted. “Yes, and being sick is so much better. And to think I’ve gone my whole life taking medicine when I should have been thinking about my hair!”
Rather than arguing against this, Sirius just pulled the blankets up around his neck.
“I’m cold,” Sirius whined. “Can you bring me another blanket?” He gave Remus his best puppy dog face, which was only slightly diminished in effectiveness by his red, runny nose and glazed-over eyes. As an afterthought he added, “Please?”
“How can you possibly be cold?” Remus put down the book he’d been reading (something with a long title that Sirius was too sick to even bother reading) and glared down at Sirius. “You’re wearing one of my sweaters, you’ve got three blankets, and I’m sitting right next to you.”
Sirius tried to look sheepish as he responded: “Perhaps I’d be warmer if you’d get into bed with me?”
Remus, as usual, didn’t buy it. “Really, Padfoot?”
“Yes,” he said miserably. “I’m so very cold, Moony. Please help me stay warm.”
“Is that all I’m good for, keeping you warm?”
“Of course not, Remus!” he tried to sound scandalized, but with a runny nose it came out more congested than anything else. “How could you think such a horrible thing? Do I mean so little to you?”
When Remus laughed, Sirius knew he’d won. “You are such a git sometimes, you know that Padfoot?”
Nonetheless, Remus pulled back the covers (yes, all three) and got into bed next to Sirius. “Oh, I’m going to regret this tomorrow, aren’t I?”
Snuggling up next to Remus, Sirius started to feel a little bit better. See, he didn’t need any of that vile Pepper-Upper Potion after all! “Just wait to get sick until after I’m well again, all right? Then I can take care of you.”
“Right, like I’ve ever been able to not get sick.” He wrapped his arms tightly around Sirius, though, so he must not have been too worried about the transmission of evil cold viruses. But, then again, Remus actually liked the Pepper-Upper Potion. “Remind me to owl order some potion ingredients. If we’re going to stay here until after New Years, I’d like us to be better stocked.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Prat,” said Remus. “Merlin, are you lucky you’re sick. I’d have had you cleaning half the cabin by now. It really does need some airing out.”
Sirius shuddered, literally. “Yes, very good timing, indeed.”
Remus smacked him lightly on the top of his head. “Oi! You can’t hit me, I’m sick!”
“I can do whatever I like,” said Remus. “You’re using me as a blanket.”
Not even Sirius could argue with that logic.
“Fine.” He inched closer to Remus. “Just don’t go away, all right?”
Remus held him tighter. “I’m not going anywhere, Sirius.” He kissed the spot he’d hit. “I promise.”
“Good,” said Sirius sleepily. “Because I’ve still got to give you your Christmas present.”
“Oh, I wait with bated breath,” he said dryly.
“Now who’s the prat,” said Sirius, sleep slowly taking over.
“Still you,” said Remus fondly.
“Oh, ha ha.” He rested his head on Remus’ shoulder. “You’ll never guess what it is. Never.”
“I don’t doubt that,” he said. He pulled the blanket closer around them both. “Give me a hint, won’t you?”
“It’ll spoil the surprise!”
Remus hummed softly. “Fine. Don’t tell me.”
Sirius laughed. “All right, all right.” He sat up slowly and kissed Remus on the cheek. “It matches your eyes.”
“Does it now?”
“Just you wait, though. You’re going to love it.”
As Sirius feel asleep, he felt Remus kiss his temple. “I love everything you give me, Sirius. Everything.”
Author: moonlitelupines
Recipient: mayberry_rose
Rating: G
Highlight for Warnings: *None. *
Word Count: approx. 1000
Summary: Sirius hates being sick. It's a good thing Remus is around.
Author's notes: This is the first time I've written Remus/Sirius, so I hope I did them justice. I hope you like this, too!
Plus, a huge thanks to my beta moonfoot_gamgee, who is amazing and makes my life a million times easier.
Sirius never got sick, never, which was great for him because he absolutely, without a doubt, hated Pepper-Upper Potion, thank you very much. Steam coming out of his ears had never been a sensation he enjoyed, nor had he ever grown accustomed to it like Remus. Poor Remus, who was sick all the time, and practically lived in the hospital wing while they were still in Hogwarts.
Poor Remus? How about poor Sirius, who as of this very moment was sick, with a cold, on Christmas Eve, without so much as a drop of Pepper-Upper Potion in sight (not that he would take it, mind you, but the idea that even the most hateful of cures was nowhere to be seen was both upsetting and frustrating). So he would just have to weather it out, as it were, until he either got better or Remus found some way of conjuring Pepper-Upper Potion out of thin air, whichever happened first.
Their cabin was filled with the quiet sounds of Remus cooking in the kitchen. Sirius wished he could smell whatever Remus was cooking. It was probably something amazing, like pot roast and mashed potatoes, but Sirius wouldn’t be able to taste any of it.
He sank deeper into the bed. Being sick was awful. And boring.
“Remus!”
“What Sirius?” Remus’ voice came wafting in from the kitchen.
“Can you come in here, please?”
Remus walked into the bedroom, his glasses still slightly fogged up from bending over the stove and a thick book under his arm. “What is it, Padfoot?”
“Will you sit with me?”
“I’ve got to watch supper,” said Remus, looking over his shoulder. “The roast is almost done.”
He pouted. “Just for a little bit?”
Remus sighed. “Oh, all right, but just for a little while.” He walked over to the bed and sat down next to Sirius. Once he was comfortable, he opened his book and began to read. They remained in silence for several minutes, both just enjoying the quiet moment together. Eventually, though, Sirius grew restless.
“Remus, I’m bored,” Sirius whined.
Without looking up, Remus said, “Just rest, Sirius. There’s no point in fighting it, especially if there’s no Pepper-Upper Potion.”
“I hate Pepper-Upper Potion,” he grumbled. “It messes up my hair.”
Remus snorted. “Yes, and being sick is so much better. And to think I’ve gone my whole life taking medicine when I should have been thinking about my hair!”
Rather than arguing against this, Sirius just pulled the blankets up around his neck.
“I’m cold,” Sirius whined. “Can you bring me another blanket?” He gave Remus his best puppy dog face, which was only slightly diminished in effectiveness by his red, runny nose and glazed-over eyes. As an afterthought he added, “Please?”
“How can you possibly be cold?” Remus put down the book he’d been reading (something with a long title that Sirius was too sick to even bother reading) and glared down at Sirius. “You’re wearing one of my sweaters, you’ve got three blankets, and I’m sitting right next to you.”
Sirius tried to look sheepish as he responded: “Perhaps I’d be warmer if you’d get into bed with me?”
Remus, as usual, didn’t buy it. “Really, Padfoot?”
“Yes,” he said miserably. “I’m so very cold, Moony. Please help me stay warm.”
“Is that all I’m good for, keeping you warm?”
“Of course not, Remus!” he tried to sound scandalized, but with a runny nose it came out more congested than anything else. “How could you think such a horrible thing? Do I mean so little to you?”
When Remus laughed, Sirius knew he’d won. “You are such a git sometimes, you know that Padfoot?”
Nonetheless, Remus pulled back the covers (yes, all three) and got into bed next to Sirius. “Oh, I’m going to regret this tomorrow, aren’t I?”
Snuggling up next to Remus, Sirius started to feel a little bit better. See, he didn’t need any of that vile Pepper-Upper Potion after all! “Just wait to get sick until after I’m well again, all right? Then I can take care of you.”
“Right, like I’ve ever been able to not get sick.” He wrapped his arms tightly around Sirius, though, so he must not have been too worried about the transmission of evil cold viruses. But, then again, Remus actually liked the Pepper-Upper Potion. “Remind me to owl order some potion ingredients. If we’re going to stay here until after New Years, I’d like us to be better stocked.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Prat,” said Remus. “Merlin, are you lucky you’re sick. I’d have had you cleaning half the cabin by now. It really does need some airing out.”
Sirius shuddered, literally. “Yes, very good timing, indeed.”
Remus smacked him lightly on the top of his head. “Oi! You can’t hit me, I’m sick!”
“I can do whatever I like,” said Remus. “You’re using me as a blanket.”
Not even Sirius could argue with that logic.
“Fine.” He inched closer to Remus. “Just don’t go away, all right?”
Remus held him tighter. “I’m not going anywhere, Sirius.” He kissed the spot he’d hit. “I promise.”
“Good,” said Sirius sleepily. “Because I’ve still got to give you your Christmas present.”
“Oh, I wait with bated breath,” he said dryly.
“Now who’s the prat,” said Sirius, sleep slowly taking over.
“Still you,” said Remus fondly.
“Oh, ha ha.” He rested his head on Remus’ shoulder. “You’ll never guess what it is. Never.”
“I don’t doubt that,” he said. He pulled the blanket closer around them both. “Give me a hint, won’t you?”
“It’ll spoil the surprise!”
Remus hummed softly. “Fine. Don’t tell me.”
Sirius laughed. “All right, all right.” He sat up slowly and kissed Remus on the cheek. “It matches your eyes.”
“Does it now?”
“Just you wait, though. You’re going to love it.”
As Sirius feel asleep, he felt Remus kiss his temple. “I love everything you give me, Sirius. Everything.”