Small Simple Words
A series of RL/SB stories
By Faces-in-the-Hall
AN: Hi there, this account is my second on fanfiction. I've been on this site since 2003, but this an account exclusively for Harry Potter fanfiction.
Each chapter of this story is going to center around a single word. I'm going to go from A-Z. That'll be fun. It doesn't matter the word. I would really like for people to give me words in reviews. It really doesn't matter the word… I'll figure something else.
Another note, the chapters will be from any era. Enjoy!
Prologue: Alphabet Soup
Order of the Phoenix
"Reeeeeeeeeeeeeemus! Can you bring me my soup pleeeeeeeeeeeease?" a voice called for the third time that morning.
"I'm coming Sirius!" Remus called from the kitchen. He was holding a tray full of scalding hot soup, the way his boyfriend liked it. He balanced the tray on his hip as he began to ascend the staircase. His left leg was limping pathetically as Remus climbed stair by stair. The full moon had been only two nights before. Although Remus's joints were aching from the added weight of the tray, he persevered. Sirius always took care of him after the full moon; it was only right for him to do the same for his lover.
And they say idiots can't get colds? Remus thought. His long time "buddy" Sirius Black had woken up that early December morning sniffling and sneezing away. His eyes, normally so bold and defiant had a beaten and submissive glance. Remus immediately sent Sirius back to bed with the promise of soup. That had been an hour ago. Remus could not find any of Molly's homemade soup form the night before, so he searched on his hands and knees for some canned soup. He finally found a can of Alphabet Soup in the furthest corner of the cupboard.
"Remus, don't forget my crackers!" Sirius called from his room.
"Now he tells me" Remus thought. Remus climbed back down the stairs and grabbed a pack of saltines from the cabinet and threw them on the tray unceremoniously. Unfortunately, a corner of the packet caught the soup and splashed unconventionally hot soup all over the tray, napkin, and Remus.
Remus swore under his breath as he cleaned himself off, got a new napkin for his "dear hubby", and wiped the tray down. He picked up the tray again and began to waddle toward the stairs. He stopped when he saw a grumpy, disheveled Sirius Black standing in the doorway.
"What are you doing out of bed?" Remus asked, a tad aggravated by his lover's impatience.
"Gonna get my soup," Sirius grumbled as he walked past Remus and grabbed the tray.
"Hey! I was going to come up!" Remus defended, crossing his arms as his lover walked into the parlor, carrying the heavy metal tray with ease. Sirius plopped down on the sofa and began to eat.
"I just decided to come get it myself…" Sirius said.
"But if you just waited five seconds I could have brought it to you!" Remus said, sliding down next to his lover, placing his hands on his head, completely exasperated.
"I doubt it, not in your condition," Sirius responded, dipping his cracker in his soup.
"There is nothing wrong with me!" Remus snapped, twirling to look at Sirius.
"You don't think I saw that limp? You're the one who should be in bed, mate," Sirius responded, staring down into his soup.
"But you never get sick, you have to take this stuff seriously!" Remus said, standing up and walking behind the ancient sofa in frustration.
"It's just a cold for crying out loud!" Sirius shouted, jumping to his feet. His throbbing headache did not respond positively to the sudden movement, he began to feel lightheaded.
"But you have just been living in a cave for a year! You have to start taking care of yourself! What can you do for Harry if you don't take care of yourself first?" Remus cried, knowing immediately that it was the wrong thing to say.
Sirius plopped down on the sofa and ran a hand through his long black hair. "Remus… you might be right… but don't you think you're being a tad hypocritical?"
"What? I'm the one who lies in bed moping after the full moon, forcing you to take care of me?" Remus said, plopping back down, grabbing at his hair.
"Remus…" Sirius began softly, catching Remus off-guard "You need to take care of yourself too, you're out there doing Order work and breaking up fights between me and Snivelous. The Order needs you…"
"But you have Harry to take care of and no one wants to see you get sick over something that can be completely prevented and healed! Where as I…" Remus replied frantically, he was always giving this lecture.
"But Remus, I don't want you to get sick over something that can be completely prevented and healed," Sirius spoke even quieter and held both of Remus's hands tightly.
"But Sirius, there is no cure for lycanthropy…"
"Not that. I don't want to see you get more injured from your limp and the pain in your joints. I know you're still hurting from two nights ago," whispered Sirius as he leaned in and kissed Remus's neck. The werewolf said nothing.
After a long time of Sirius kissing and Remus squeezing gently at his lover's hands, Sirius finally spoke; "Remus, look in the bowl."
Remus pulled the tray over and glanced into the bowl. All that remained were eight small, noodle letters in the dregs of broth at the bottom. Eight soggy letters spelled 'I LOVE YOU'. Remus began to laugh and said "That is the corniest thing I've ever seen Sirius. I love you too mate!"
"Now if someone could have stopped being a nervous nelly over a damn tray and some soup, I could've gotten to that way faster!" Sirius smirked, bending down and kissing his lover on the lips.
"No, you have a cold! You said you didn't want me to get sick over something preventable!" Remus shouted playfully, retreating back to the decorative.
"But it's healable!" Sirius playfully shouted.
"Stop it!"
"No!"
"Yes!"
"Ahem!" a sharp female voice called.
"Uh… hi Molly…" Remus called, pushing Sirius off of his chest.
"Yeah. Hi Molly," Sirius said shortly.
"What of the children were here? Do you know how irresponsible you're being?" Molly nagged.
"Maybe they would knock before barging in," Sirius replied conversationally.
"Sirius!" Remus scolded sharply.
Sirius laughed his usual barklike laugh as he grabbed the heavy tray and tossed it into the sink. Hours later, the sink was filled with a tray, a bowl with a bunch of soggy letters, on closer inspection reading L IVUO EOY, silverware, and a can of empty alphabet soup.
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So, what d you think? Send me an object that begins with B! I'll pick the best one and write about it! Thank you very much!