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Title: Denial
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ceredwensirius
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mp_ldws , week seven
Prompt: Genre/Cliché: Fluff; Word Prompt: Eyeglasses
Raring: PG
Word Count: 281
Characters, Pairings: Sirius/Remus
Summary: As Sirius gets older, his vanity won’t let him admit he needs glasses.
Warnings: Very AU
Author‘s Note: Many thanks to my betaswhitmans_kiss and toujours_nigel .
Author's Note 2: Holy Moly! It would appear that I won. I'm not sure how that happened but thank you to everyone who voted for my drabble. You had a tough choice, my competition was incredibly stiff.
Author's Note 3: A big thanks todogsunderfoot for making the banner and to the incredibly talented epithalamium for the gorgeous art.
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The morning delivery of the Daily Prophet was early; odd, as it was Sunday. With his ear to the door, Remus heard Sirius’ footsteps pad across the carpet and then change to a click on the kitchen’s wood floors. Ever so carefully, Remus slowly tiptoed into the kitchen. He peeked in and felt a surge of triumph.
I’ve got you now, Padfoot, he thought. Sirius had pulled out the sports section and was holding it at arm’s length, squinting to read the text.
“You know,” said Remus, easing around the door and leaning against the jamb, his tone drier than the Sahara. “If you’d like, I could sit across from you and hold the paper up.”
Sirius slammed the paper down, looking like a child caught with his hand in the biscuit tin. “Remus! I thought you were-”
“In the bathroom,” finished Remus, as he stepped fully into the kitchen. “I’m aware of that. When were you going to tell me you needed glasses?”
Sirius straightened his back. “I don’t need glasses. I just see better when the print is farther away.”
Remus snorted. “They have a name for that you know; it’s called far-sighted.”
“You see,” said Sirius, chin lifted arrogantly. “My vision has improved; I can see things that are far away.”
“Oh, of course,” said Remus sarcastically. “How silly of me. When you have to hold the paper three feet away to read the print, that is an obvious improvement.”
“I’ll look silly in glasses,” muttered Sirius, pouting.
Remus took his seat beside Sirius and ran fingers into his hair. “I think,” Remus said, placing kisses along Sirius’ neck, “that the word you’re looking for is sexy.”
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ceredwensirius Written For:
mp_ldws , week sevenPrompt: Genre/Cliché: Fluff; Word Prompt: Eyeglasses
Raring: PG
Word Count: 281
Characters, Pairings: Sirius/Remus
Summary: As Sirius gets older, his vanity won’t let him admit he needs glasses.
Warnings: Very AU
Author‘s Note: Many thanks to my betas
whitmans_kiss and toujours_nigel . Author's Note 2: Holy Moly! It would appear that I won. I'm not sure how that happened but thank you to everyone who voted for my drabble. You had a tough choice, my competition was incredibly stiff.
Author's Note 3: A big thanks to
dogsunderfoot for making the banner and to the incredibly talented epithalamium for the gorgeous art..
The morning delivery of the Daily Prophet was early; odd, as it was Sunday. With his ear to the door, Remus heard Sirius’ footsteps pad across the carpet and then change to a click on the kitchen’s wood floors. Ever so carefully, Remus slowly tiptoed into the kitchen. He peeked in and felt a surge of triumph.
I’ve got you now, Padfoot, he thought. Sirius had pulled out the sports section and was holding it at arm’s length, squinting to read the text.
“You know,” said Remus, easing around the door and leaning against the jamb, his tone drier than the Sahara. “If you’d like, I could sit across from you and hold the paper up.”
Sirius slammed the paper down, looking like a child caught with his hand in the biscuit tin. “Remus! I thought you were-”
“In the bathroom,” finished Remus, as he stepped fully into the kitchen. “I’m aware of that. When were you going to tell me you needed glasses?”
Sirius straightened his back. “I don’t need glasses. I just see better when the print is farther away.”
Remus snorted. “They have a name for that you know; it’s called far-sighted.”
“You see,” said Sirius, chin lifted arrogantly. “My vision has improved; I can see things that are far away.”
“Oh, of course,” said Remus sarcastically. “How silly of me. When you have to hold the paper three feet away to read the print, that is an obvious improvement.”
“I’ll look silly in glasses,” muttered Sirius, pouting.
Remus took his seat beside Sirius and ran fingers into his hair. “I think,” Remus said, placing kisses along Sirius’ neck, “that the word you’re looking for is sexy.”
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And thank you. I'm still just so surprised!
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This was such an awesome drabble,
“You know,” said Remus, easing around the door and leaning against the jamb, his tone drier than the Sahara. “If you’d like, I could sit across from you and hold the paper up.”
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“I think,” Remus said, placing kisses along Sirius’ neck, “that the word you’re looking for is sexy.”
Well done!
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Veil? What veil? We don't need no stinking veil.
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Now, isn't that the most gorgeous banner of all?!
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And thank you, I still can't quite believe it.
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And the drabble is very cute. &hearts
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