Remus Lupin

Gryffindor Alum | Bibliophile | University student

[justsiriusenough]

Sunday Feeling

He hears a distant door shut and Sirius starts to stir, blinking his eyes open to see one of Grim’s feet inches away from his face. He sits up just enough to manhandle the greyhound into being the little spoon and settles back into the couch, sure it was still heinously early. 

Grimm’s ears perk up just as Sirius also hears a key in the door. His eyes open all the way, awareness taking him fully as he remembers the night before. Jealousy grips him anew as the wine from last night pounds in his temples. He takes a deep breath through his nose as he flops over onto his stomach, his chin on the arm rest facing the door.

When Remus comes into their apartment, Sirius feels his chest tighten. There’s no use kidding himself or pretending otherwise, at least not now, not when he’s this hungover and Remus is basically fucking glowing in the morning light from the window; Sirius loves him. A love beyond just that of a friend or even a brother. Remus was who Sirius wanted when he kissed that stranger last night, and if he was being honest, Remus was always who Sirius is looking for in each stranger he kisses.

He’s going to have to get over it. Nothing good comes from Sirius loving someone. Plus, if he ever had the nerve to say anything, what would he do if Remus rejected him? He’s burned off of his family tree, cut ties totally with Peter and James was planning a wedding, a family. Remus is all Sirius has, and he needs to do what he can to not fuck this up along with everything else. 

“Hey sailor.” Sirius greets from the couch, feeling (and probably looking like) a bit of a slug. “Nice outfit, my mate Moony was wearing the exact same one last night.” 

He grins at Remus as Grimm wakes up and rests his chin beside him, joining the welcoming committee.

“You have fun Moons?” Sleep is still clinging to his voice as he fights off a yawn. 

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Walks of shame always suck. They just do. It’s a little like suddenly being aware of your breathing, Remus feels, or the shape of your tongue in your mouth. It’s not all-encompassing bad, just uncomfortable. As far as walks of shame go, though - insofar that Remus has had them - this one is particularly tolerable. Sure, he’s wearing yesterday’s going-out-clothes and it’s a special kind of itchy, but he’s had breakfast, coffee, ibuprofen and a... smarting but necessary conversation. He hopes David really is as cool with the situation as he said and the offer for a decidedly friendly coffee date was a genuine one.

Thank whomever might be listening that it’s a Saturday and he doesn’t have classes, though.

He rests his head on the cool wood of their door before opening it, and takes a second to mentally prepare himself. It’s time to face the music. Which is especially daunting when you don’t know what genre will be playing. There’s option a) where Sirius won’t be inside, confirming that he, too, went home with a stranger. A painful press on a familiar bruise. There’s a good chance for option b) where Sirius is home, just dying to mercilessly tease Remus about going home with a stranger. Incredibly annoying, but survivable. And then there’s option c) where Sirius is inside and so is a stranger he took home. Devastating.

He doesn’t expect option d) the absolutely adorable heap of- well, dog that awaits him on the couch as he opens the door, blinking at him sleepily. There’s a crease from the couch-pillow pressed into Sirius’ face and his hair is backlit by the early morning light and Remus would give everything to be allowed to mess it up and kiss him good morning.

“I have never, in my life, set foot on a sailboat,” he replies, as he empties the contents of his pockets into the glass bowl by the door, “Nor, in all probability, will I, unless Lily suddenly decides she wants a sea-bound wedding.”

Sirius seems chill, all things considered, so rather than disappearing into his room immediately, Remus opts to flop down into the armchair they picked up from their moving neighbours two floors down that one time. “I did have fun, yeah,” he replies, “Didn’t expect to, but I did. Sorry for bailing on being your wingman.” His brain drags up vague memories of his best friend’s concerned face, so he adds, “I appreciate you looking out for me, though.”

He hesitates, but then opens his stupid mouth and asks, “Did you, er- scratch your itch?” and immediately wants to disappear into the cushions.

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justsiriusenough​:

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Dancin’ On My Own || Wolfstar

“I should have fun.” Sirius echos, incredulous as he is amused at the role reversal. This time, when Remus gets pulled away, Sirius studies David instead. The bruise on his ego is still tender but Sirius can’t blame anyone for wanting Remus, especially Remus how he is tonight. David isn’t a very good dancer, but he is smiling a lot and, as much as Sirius hated to admit it, he seems harmless. 

“I should go have fun.” Sirius says again, his gaze drifting to Remus. He’s caught up in whatever song is playing, his hair wild, the pinks and blues of the lights reflecting on his skin; something David says makes him smile and reach up to kiss him. Sirius takes a second to picture himself joining him, where their fun could be spent together. 

Then he turns and walks out of the club, letting it go.

He bums a cigarette from someone pretty and soon enough Sirius is covered in their equally pretty lipstick. As he gets pinned up against the wall,  Sirius waits to disappear from his mind. Usually the pleasure of someone else moving against him lets him drown out everything, but he can’t shake the picture of Remus kissing David out of his mind. 

Would it do that to him? Would kissing Remus like this, being kissed by him like that, would it finally shut his mind up? Why was he thinking about this now? Why isn’t he just-

“You alright?” 

His snogging partner, who was called Angus, has concern in their eyes. Sirius realizes how tense he is. 

“Yeah. Erm. Sorry, I think I should head home.”

The sentence surprises him even as he says it. For their part Angus offers him a friendly smile and says no worries before returning to their group of friends. Sirius still has the cigarette, tucked behind his ear and he sticks it in his mouth as he pushes past the gate and onto the sidewalk. He pulls his wand out of his boot and lights the end, sobering a little more with each step home. 

Sirius keeps trying to clear his head, but it’s not working. When he gets to their street, he keeps going towards the corner store at the end of the block, buying a pack of cigarettes with tomorrow’s lunch money. He keeps walking after that, the air is quiet and cold, and Sirius warms himself from the inside with each cigarette. 

As he fishes the pack back out for his third one, he touches the phone Remus always insisted he keep for emergencies. Something tells him to check it and he smiles despite himself when he sees Remus’s name on the small screen. He stares at the message for a moment before quickly responding.

From Sirius Black

I see it 🍌🥕🥒🍐🥝 🍅 🍆 🥑 I’d say dont do anything I wouldn’t do but that’s terrible advice. have fun moons, cant wait to hear about it

He stares at the end of the sentence. Is that weird to say? Since when does he worry that Remus will take something the wrong way.

Annoyed with himself, Sirius hits send and shoves the phone back in his pocket, and heads home for real. He fishes a bottle of wine out of the fridge when he gets there and drinks it on the couch with Grimm. Eventually he falls asleep there, curled up with his dog, pretending he’s not waiting. 

Sometimes Remus feels a little like his life consists of should’s. He should have been a normal kid, with no scars and no monthly issues. He should have been into girls, rather than into lads and one of them in particular. He should have gone to do a desk job at the ministry, rather than go to uni. He should be enjoying this time with a, frankly, very handsome guy.

And he is. They actually chat on the way to David’s flat and it’s easy and fun. They fall through his door, snogging like the teenagers they’ve barely stopped being and laugh their way all the way to his bedroom, loosing clothes left and right.

And it’s good. It should be a wonderful time. Something Remus will remember for a while, maybe something that could grow into something more than a one-night-stand.

But it won’t. Because even if it is good, it isn’t quite right. It’s not the right calloused fingers that run down his side, not the right chuckle in his ear, not the right tattoos in all the wrong places.

So it’s good. Even in his tipsy state he knows it’s good and he’s pretty confident he gives as good as he gets. He’s an active fucking participant, alright? Finds all the places that make David gasp, uses all the tricks he knows and invents a few new ones.

So when David asks, afterwards, “That alright?” Remus smiles and sighs, “Yeah.” and gets a “Same here.” in return.

In a particularly gentlemanly move, David makes it very clear he’s welcome to stay over, rather than find a way home at this time of night in the bleeding cold. Offers Remus a shower and coffee the morning after too. And it’s so sweet and it should be everything Remus could ever want. He still cries in the shower.

He stares at Sirius’ text over a cup of coffee. In a shocking turn of events, a sober and exceedingly kind David sees right through him.

“So you’re not together,” he says, “But you’re pretty gone on him? Been there, mate.”

“Sorry,” Remus says, but David waves it way. “’S alright, I had a good time. Kind of fresh from a break-up myself, actually, so.” And they talk about it for a while. Remus’ unrequited crush, David’s troubled ex. They actually exchange numbers and Remus is kind of excited to meet up with him for coffee sometimes. As friends, maybe.

He takes the tube home. For the millionth time, he thinks about how he should tell Sirius how he feels. He probably won’t.

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justsiriusenough​:

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Dancin’ On My Own || Wolfstar

Sirius feels his entire body stiffen as Remus  seems to make sure Sirius is watching before he gets his face snogged off. Sirius scoffs out loud at the thought of it, annoyed that he’d even gone there. Still, he can’t stop himself from watching, hating himself a bit for it. Finally, he turns his gaze away after Remus wraps himself even further around his dance partner. Sirius feels his jaw lock which is good because he also wants to scream and he figures they’ll balance each other out. 

The weight of Remus’s head on his shoulder release’s Sirius’s smile like a spring trap. He listens to the excited rise and fall of his voice and is quite amused at Remus’s own self-amusement.

“Kind of you to notice, Moony. Rare form for me.”

Remus grins a bit sloppily at him and Sirius wants to be annoyed, but its impossible. 

“I’m good on the drink, switched to coffee, gotta stay sturdy.”

“Practical.” Remus says before finally pulling away to order. Sirius is forming a quip back about his quest being sabotaged by his tart of a wingman, but there’s something about how Remus is holding himself that gives Sirius pause. 

When was the last time he’d seen Remus smiling this much? This easily? The fact that he even had to think about it makes Sirius mad at himself for even feeling anything close to jealousy. He takes a deep breath and tries to let it go-it half works, mostly because Remus is so close that all Sirius can really smell is him. 

“Looks good on you, Moony.”

“What? The eyeliner?”

Remus does a weird sort of flourish that Sirius thinks is supposed to be an impression of himself. 

“No, you twit.” Sirius says, laughing. “Fun. Letting your hair down. Whatever.” 

Sirius reaches forward and tugs on one of the curls closest to Remus’s face and smiles at him. 

“You look good.”

Sirius releases his hair and moves his hand to rest on Remus’s shoulder. 

“My quest is on hold until further notice, mate. I’ll be here until you don’t need me.”

Sirius notices David making his way through the crowd and jerks his head towards him.

“Go on then, he looks thirsty. Just-” 

Sirius shouldn’t worry about him. Sirius has seen Remus hold his own time and time again, plus he continued to be the smartest person Sirius had ever met. Maybe Sirius didn’t deserve to feel protective over him, but he can’t help it. He subconsciously touches his hip with his moon phase tattoo with one hand and pokes the back of Remus’s hand with the other.

“Be careful, yeah?”

Remus is not entirely sure if it’s the alcohol or the compliment that has his face flushed, but he bets it’s some sort of unholy combination of the two. “Thanks, Pads,” he says, running a hand through his hair, imagining it’s quite messed up at this point. “Feel pretty good.” The bartender puts his order on the bar, two cocktails with colourful straws and he doesn’t know what comes over him; he just grabs his drink and sucks pointedly on the straw in a way that’s decidedly indecent. For whose benefit? His own, maybe. He feels daring and euphoric and maybe a little like he wishes David was a few inches shorter, but he’ll take what he can get.

“I a- I got it,” he slurs, cocking his head at Sirius, “I know what I’m doing. You made me put condoms on a bunch of bloody fruits and vegetables when I came out.” Still, the thought that Sirius is looking out for him, putting his own shit on hold to make sure Remus is safe, is very comforting. Sweet, even, in that way Sirius has. “You don’t gotta babysit me, mate,” he says, bumping his shoulder against Sirius’.

He smiles when David emerges from the crowd and lets himself be dragged back onto the dancefloor. “You should have fun!” he calls, half turned around to keep looking at Sirius.

Remus, at least, has fun. Has fun dancing, and being snogged some more. Eventually, David leans closer and asks, “D’you want to get out of here?” and Remus nods.

He looks around to let Sirius know, since even in his inebriated state figured his friend might get worried if he doesn’t, but can’t seem to spot him, this time. With a sigh, he pulls out his muggle phone and sends a quick prayer to whomever might be listening that Sirius remembers to check his.

From: Moony🌚 David invitd me over. Can’t find u didn’t want you to wory. Text me when u see tis?

He puts his phone on vibrate, rather than silent, and lets himself be dragged to the exit and, will wonders never cease, into a cab.

“Don’t worry ‘bout it,” David says. “Did you let your friend know where you’re going? He seemed worried.” Seems like David is a bit better at holding his liquor than Remus is. 

“Yeah, texted him,” Remus replies, looking at his phone to check, “He’s a bit protective, that’s all. We basically grew up together, you know how it is.” He glances at the rearview mirror, where the Pink Cauldron is quickly disappearing out of view. A pang of regret sits uncomfortably in his stomach.

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Dancin’ On My Own || Wolfstar

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Sirius had heard that people can get stunned into silence but it’s the first time he remembers experiencing such phenomena. He’s able to shake out of it after a moment, turning just enough to watch as Remus gets pulled away. Sirius  chuckles to no one as he feels color burn onto his face. 

“Come on.” He mumbles to himself, downing his drink and wincing when he tastes the diet cola. Is he so pathetic that he’s jealous that Remus got asked to dance? That guy wasn’t even that hot, there were dozens more around him that Sirius could dance with, was he that shallow? He watches Remus lean forward and say something to the other man and suddenly Sirius wants to be that shallow. The jealousy twists in his stomach like a knife as he’s overcome with the longing to be the one Remus is pressing up against. 

Remus catches his eye suddenly, and Sirius feels his blush deepen as he’s caught staring. There’s no way to pretend like he wasn’t, but he can at least pretend like he wasn’t trying to set Remus’s dance partner on fire with his eyes. 

Sirius decides right then that the night can go two ways; he can be a good friend, or he can be a shit friend. And Remus has had too many nights that went down the later path. Remus deserves to dance with someone who isn’t too much of a fucking coward to ask; even if watching a stranger’s arm snake around Remus’s waist makes Sirius want to bite somebody. 

Sirius waggles his fingers in what he hopes is a semi-sarcastic wave, but makes a show of mouthing “You good?” before he crosses his arms across his chest.

If Sirius were a better person, he wouldn’t be hoping Remus would shake his head and Sirius would have an excuse to sweep in and save him. Actually, probably best not to open the “if he were a better person” door. But, regardless of how he feels, there is no way in hell Sirius is leaving Remus alone with a stranger.

Remus rolls his eyes, stifling a smile at Sirius’ sarcastic little wave. He’s such a prick and Remus is so very fond of him. He considers the position he’s in (pressed against quite a few swaying, grinding bodies, but mostly David’s, whose hand is a pleasant weight on his waist) and gives his friend a shrug which he hopes conveys ‘I’m not sure what’s happening, but I’m gonna see where it goes’. Perhaps both of them will end up leaving with someone, after all. Wouldn’t that be convenient?

Except Sirius doesn’t really make any further attempts at achieving his self-proclaimed goal. Well- to most people it would probably seem he’s his usual flirty self, but Remus can tell his heart isn’t in it. It’s hard to pay attention to it, though, given how dark it is and how nice it feels when David keeps dancing with him. Not when they end up buying each other quite a few drinks, until Remus’ vision is pleasantly blurry around the edges. The music’s loud and the lights are flashing and the Pink Cauldron really gets quite steamy at this hour because there’s people making out or straight up humping each other everywhere Remus looks.

Not Sirius, though, who he spots talking to someone at the bar a while later. As though he feels it, Sirius glances over in Remus’ general direction and raises his drink. Remus smiles at him, and turns to let David know that he’ll be right back, just as the other man also turns towards him. Suddenly they’re close enough for Remus to feel a surprised puff of breath hit his cheek and then he’s being kissed, quite thoroughly. 

It’s nice, all things considered. David isn’t a bad kisser- in fact Remus would say he’s quite skilled at it. It’s easy to get lost in it for a bit, especially since he’s firmly on his way to drunk. It’s really quite easy to get lost in being desired like this, being part of this crowd of shamelessly sexual individuals. He hopes he gives as good as he gets and makes a point of teasingly slipping a hand just under the hem of David’s henley.

Eventually, they come up for air, smiling at each other a little stupidly, and David excuses himself to go smoke. Remus offers to get them some more drinks and then he’s at the bar, leaning over it just behind where Sirius is standing.

“Hi- hey,” he says cheerfully, resting his chin on Sirius shoulder, leaning on him a bit harder than originally intended, but Sirius is sturdy. “Hows the uh- the thing. Your... the quest! How’s the quest?” he says, “D’you want a drink? I’m getting us drinks.” He has the vague sense he’s probably spending a few more quid than he really should, but he can’t really be worried about anything right now. “You’re sturdy,” he adds, feeling like it’s important to mention.

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Dancin’ On My Own || Wolfstar

Sirius rolls his eyes and claps Remus on the shoulder as he passes.

“If you keep talking like that, we’re going to end up going home alone, Moony. “ Sirius turns around and grins at him as he walks up the steps backwards. 

“Come on, you shouldn’t waste looking like that on this lot.” 

He heads to the dance floor not checking to see if Remus is following, and quickly gets pulled to grind against someone to the bass of a pop song he hated on all nights except ones like this.

The song ends and Sirius turns to meet his partner face to face, snorting with annoyance when he recognizes him as Fabian, a sort of ex-the sort of being because they didn’t so much as date as they spent three months fucking each other in between fights. 

“Not a chance.” Sirius hisses before escaping through the crowd to the bar. He finds Remus standing against it, watching the crowd with two drinks in hand. 

“Thanks.” Sirius says as he takes the fuller one.

“Who said it was for you?” 

“Saw Fabian.” Sirius says in response. “Hope it’s not an omen, then I’d have to start believing in them.” He notices movement on the other side of Remus, and the movement is attached to a very handsome man, Sirius nudges Remus and jerks his head towards the newcomer, using the opportunity to extend his arm so his palm rests on the bar beside him, leaning in just a bit closer. 

It works. The man looks between the two of them before speaking.

“Are you two together?”

“Nope.” Sirius says. The man catches Sirius’s eye and smiles softly.

“I wasn’t asking you.” 

Remus stares after his best friends back as he disappears into the crowd and huffs, before making his way over to the bar. “Come with me, Moony. Be my wingman, Moony,” he mutters to himself, “Let me just immediately abandon you, Moony.” A butch looking woman with a mohawk at the bar gives him a concerned look and he smiles at her apologetically, before getting himself in check and ordering two drinks. Either Sirius comes back and he’ll look like a good friend, or he’ll have two drinks.

He does indeed return and while Remus does feel bad for his run-in with Fabian, that’s mostly because he can’t stand the prick, himself, either. “If you’d paid better attention in history of magic you’d known that omens-” he starts, mostly to annoy Sirius into being in a better mood, before they’re approached.

If he hadn’t been talking he’d surely have choked on his drink. “Oh,” he says, stupidly, staring at the man. He’s about Remus’ height, though broader, with curly brown hair that falls to his shoulders. He’s handsome.

“Was wondering what you were doing by yourself with two drinks and if you fancied a dance,” handsome says, “Unless you’re- occupied.” The man glances at Sirius and- well, Remus isn’t occupied, is he?

“No,” he finds himself saying, not daring to look at Sirius’ face beside him, “I’d love to,” and takes the hand that the stranger extends to him. He’s swiftly pulled away from the bar and into the crowd. It’s not new, he’s not a virgin, he’s been grinded on before. He’s been wanted before. It’s just a surprising turn of events, what with Sirius so obviously on the prowl.

There’s a part of him that feels bad, despite the knowledge that Sirius doesn’t actually need him as a wingman, but there’s a spiteful part of him that feels quite satisfied after having been left to his devices immediately. Mostly Remus is kind of really enjoying the dance and the attention of the handsome stranger.

“What’s your name,” he manages to half-shout into his ear. “David!” he hears back and responds, “Remus!” Being this close allows Remus to peek over his shoulder and to, against all odds, make eye-contact with Sirius, still standing at the bar, as David takes the opportunity do dance right up against the front of him.

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justsiriusenough​:

Dancin’ On My Own || Wolfstar

Sirius grins. 

“Indeed. I’m feeling particularly slaggish so lets skip work and go straight to Pink’s.”

The Pink Cauldron was a nightclub for queer wizards and it had the worst reputation, making it the perfect place for Sirius to fufill his quest. 

He crosses into the bathroom and crowds Remus out of the mirror, taking stock of himself; white poet shirt over nearly skin tight leather trousers that showed off his ass. His stag antler earring surrounded by small silver hoops and his shirt is cut in a way that the Devil’s snare vines he has tattooed along his collarbones are on full display. He’d found one of the many necklaces he always picked up whenever Remus dragged him along to the charity shops and he fixes it so the eye on the medalion is facing out and resting against his bare chest. Sirius sees Remus fidget more with the hem of his shirt and he catches his eye in the mirror.

“You look nice, Moony.” That earns him a small smile and Sirius digs in the drawer for his eyeliner pencil, only covering his bottom lid but overdoing it because, well, he’s Sirius. “Handsome, some might say.”

Remus snorts and Sirius turns to him, still weilding the eyeliner. They’re in each other’s space, because they always were, but Sirius keeps noticing it, which is distracting and annoying. It was unspoken that they weren’t ever going to cross that line-unspoken because Sirius was certain that crossing it had never even crossed Remus’s mind. And even if he had…well, Sirius knew what Remus needed, and it was pretty much the opposite of everything he was. Someone who was smart, could keep up with him, someone who didn’t come with thousands of pounds of baggage and mommy issues and anger he couldn’t ever quite quash. Someone who didn’t need to stick his tongue down the throats of strangers just to feel alive. 

Sirius fixes the bottom of Remus’s jacket and the idea strikes.

“Humor me for a moment?”

“Isn’t that what I’m already doing?”

Sirius snorts and raises the pencil to eye level. “Let me?”

Remus makes a noise of unsuredness and Sirius chuckles. “You can wipe it off if you hate it.”

“Fine.”

Pleased to have worn Remus down as if he doesn’t always go along with his schemes, Sirius very carefully starts to swipe the makeup under his left eye. To keep him steady, instinctively, Sirius’s other hand cups the back of Remus’s head, releasing him only when he’s finished. 

“There.” He says with a flourish, graciously stepping back out of the bathroom so Remus can have the mirror. Sirius studies his profile and ignores the jump in his heart.

“Believe me yet? Handsome.” Sirius says, summoning over a bottle of Peach Schanps and does a quick shot-he’s going to have be pretty drunk to handle Remus looking as good as he does and not being able to do a thing about it. He hands the bottle to Remus.

“Ready to go?”

Here’s the thing. Sirius is the hot one. Always has been, probably always will be. Remus knows he’s not bad-looking, if you disregard the scars, but he’s not- well... Leather pants and open shirts and kohl-rimmed eyes and a no-fucks attitude. He’s okay with that. He’s also very okay with Sirius being hot but that’s an entirely different conversation he shouldn’t have when the object of most of his teenage fantasies is currently centimeters from his own face, cradling the back of his head and ever so gently applying liner to his eyes. He swallows and stiffly sits through the process.

Looking in the mirror, though, he catches a glimpse of himself and appreciates, perhaps for the first time, a little bit of that Sirius allure on himself. The liner brings out the shape of his eyes and gives him something of an air of mystery.

“I like it,” he says, smiling at Sirius. His lips look a little sticky from the schnapps and Remus quickly has to look away. “Maybe you should wingman me,” he jokes. It wouldn’t be the first time he’d followed in Sirius drunken-hookup footsteps, though he always avoided the dark and handsome types carefully.

He’s not sure when Sirius left the room, but he follows him out to the living room.  “You ready to go then, Pads?” He’s assuming they’ll probably apparate there and he’ll walk home, when Sirius inevitably leaves with someone else. It’s fine, Pink’s not too far from their apartment and drunk apparating is just asking for trouble. He holds out his arm, since Sirius is a few shots in and Remus is the better apparator out of the two of them, anyway.

The music is already pounding through the door when they arrive in the alley adjecent to the Pink Cauldron. A few smokers have gathered at the corner and observe the two of them with casual interest. He gestures at Sirius to go ahead. “Your chariot to hookup town awaits, my good sir Padfoot.”

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Dancin’ On My Own || Wolfstar

The front door opens and Sirius scrambles to his feet-Remus had insisted on taking the tube home today, so he and Grim had been cooped up inside, bored, waiting. Grim is on his heels resulting in both of them crowding Remus the second he got in the door like the pair of dogs they are.

“I have a problem.” Sirius says in lieu of a greeting. Remus rolls his eyes at him as he’s taking off his scarf.

“Which is?”

“No one has kissed me in nearly two weeks. Think you can help me out with that?”

Remus’s eyes widen as he stares at him.

“How?” 

His voice is odd, Sirius isn’t sure what he’d said, he tilts his head to the side in confusion as he elaborates.

“I need a wing man. We’re going out. Be ready in ten, yeah?”

He grins at Remus before sauntering off towards his bedroom to get changed.

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It’s only years and years of spending time in Sirius’ company that keeps him from completely short-circuiting. It’s reflex, at this point, to squash the desire to push him up agianst the nearest wall and help out. 

“Ah,” he says, instead, “Don’t suppose I get a choice in the matter?” He doesn’t really expect an answer. It’s fine, even. He’s got a bit of time to finish up on a few online quizzes and get a bite to eat and maybe get his hair in some kind of order. It’s a friday, even, which is not always a given with Sirius. 

He doesn’t, in fact, manage to get his hair in order, but in the right light it looks artfully tousled, so he gives it a pass. 

“Where are we going, even?” he asks, when he steps out of the bathroom. Sirius looks- fucking ready, is what he looks like. He runs his finger over the edge of his trousers, self-counsciously, and pulls at his jacket, which he really doesn’t fill out quite as well as Sirius does. “Our usuals, I assume, since James’ tragically straight arse isn’t around?”

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“Mmm, my mine’s just an issue with my personality.” Sirius looks sideways at him and smiles when he catches Remus’s eyes. “My instincts are far, far stupider sorry to break the bad news.”

Remus shifting wakes him up a little bit and Sirius realizes he probably shouldn’t fall asleep on his best friend’s chest in their living room. He sits up and stretches, his cold feet touching the colder floor. 

“I’ll be careful, Moony.” He says, meaning it. The fact that Remus’s scope of careful is vastly different than his own non withstanding. Sirius stands and offers him his hands, pulling him up off the couch with some effort.

“Come on, I’ve got to walk the git you’ve got a hot date with the tub. “

At the sound of the “W” word, Grim launches himself off the couch and trots after Sirius towards where they keep his leash. Sirius glances back over towards the couch, trying and failing not to stare as Remus takes his jumper off. The scars on the side of his chest look brighter in this low light, and Sirius absently wonders what would happen if he traced each of them. 

“Moons.”

“Hmm?”

The light catches Remus in a way that isn’t fair, really, to someone who is desperately trying to convince themselves that they only want to stay friends. 

“I’m glad you’re here.”

“Wouldn’t wanna live with anyone else, mate.” Sirius adds, before he forces himself to look away and get Grim ready for his walk. He means it-it’s still strange and wonderful that “home” is a place Sirius actually looks forward to.

Remus laughs stupidly, as he’s holed off the couch. “I don’t usually get naked on the first date,” he jokes, “But I think an exception is in order.” He gently gives Grimm a pat, using the technique they’ve been practising, where he moves slowly and where the dog can see him. It’s accepted, to his delight. 

He looks up and over at Sirius, jumper in hand, and smiles. “Glad you’re here too, Pads.”

[remus-mxxny]

moon

moon: do you have any recurrent dreams?

I guess there's the one where I'm locked in a room by myself and I know nobody's coming and I'm going to be alone in there by myself forever.

There's also one where I'm flying over the Hogwarts lake on a giant pancake.

[remus-mxxny]

justsiriusenough​:

Sirius settles on the couch next to Remus, he starts to grumble but is interuppted by the sound of a collar jangling.

“Decided to wake up and face the day, you nervous git?”

Grimm, their black rescue greyhound, trots out of Sirius’s room and comes to make the rounds, getting scratched by Sirius, sniffing Remus and then going to investigate the kitchen for food.  

Sirius sighs, relaxing a little even just smelling the weed as Remus lights up. 

“Gimme.”

“I’m sure there’s a ‘please’ in there.”

Remus holds the joint out for him and, because he’s annoying and has several problems, Sirius takes it with his teeth. He realizes his mistake as soon as his bottom lip brushes Remus’s hand but he chuckles as if it was on purpose, as if he’s not electrocuted by the contact. He takes the joint, satisfied, and settles back against the couch, smoking.

“What?” He asks Remus, unable to read his look. He sucks in deeply on the joint, closing his eyes and hollowing his cheeks.

“You’re annoying.”

Sirius grins at him and, deciding to go all in, leans forward and puts the joint back in Remus’s mouth. He blows the smoke in his direction before speaking. 

“You like it.”

“Hmm.”

The weed hits him almost instantly, relaxing muscles he doesn’t know how de-tense when he’s sober. He shuffles around on the couch, letting his head fall onto Remus’s shoulder as he whistles for Grimm. The dog jumps up onto him, curling mostly around Sirius but resting his nose on Remus’s lap-he didn’t trust Remus fully yet without Sirius, but since they adopted him six months ago, the Werewolf smell wasn’t bothering him any longer. Or he trusted Padfoot enough to trust Remus-Sirius wasn’t going to question it. Grimm is one of the weirdest dogs he’d ever met-if he didn’t know any better and done the revelio charms, he’d think he was a human disguised as a dog. Grimm has two modes: fast and barely awake, but he is nervous regardless of the circumstance-as soon as Sirius gets up and starts to walk around Grimm will be on his heels. 

“Mmm you’re warm, Moony. Feels nice, the two idiot dogs you live with apperciate it.” He takes the joint back and blows the smoke out through his teeth, aiming it up towards the ceiling.

“Don’t worry about the money, yeah? Birdie uh, found out about the side business and well…”

Sirius lifts his head and pokes the side of Remus’s cheek until he looks at him. They’re close-just how he likes it. Weed always gets him so close to trouble-it makes him much more touchy, which, with anyone other than Remus, usually leads to stoned sex. 

He needs to stop thinking about sex-he instead thinks about James throwing up on his shoes two weekends ago and then-

“You going to finish that thought, Pads?”

He grins. “Sorry, it’s like I’m stoned or somethin’. But yeah-don’t get mad or anything cause it’s already done. But she said if I do what I’m already doing but I do it for her too, or like dunno, might be exclusive at some point? Anyway, I get a 20% base discount and 40% if I exceed the numbers she wants for…doesn’t matter. It’s very doable. And I did it mostly for weed, so don’t start thinking that I like you or anything…but” 

He deflates again, sagging against Remus. Grimm is annoyed by his fidgeting and moves to the big arm chair that only he uses. 

Sirius smiles at his best friend. “That brings the price way down, Moony. If she keeps liking me she might even give me her recipe and then…” 

He doesn’t finish the thought, just settles against Remus and closes his eyes; relaxed isn’t a state Sirius settles into easily, it goes against all of his instincts-both his natural and his learned from growing up where he did. The day flashes before him in the brief pause, Sirius cringes to himself as he remembers-Remus got overwhelmed because of him, he should know better.

“Sorry I uh-the guy at the bar. That was a bit much.”

“Stop hoggin’ it,” he accuses, sounding ever so slightly more Northern than he has in a while. It tends to come out when he’s tipsy or otherwise inebriated. He picks the joint from Sirius’ fingers, trying not to move too much or too quickly for Grimm’s sake while also desperately trying not to think too much about the ever so slightly moist bit of skin on his hand, while also doing his best to ignore the memory of shotgun kisses at a party in seventh year. 

It doesn’t take very long for his body to relax into the couch and for his mind to slow it’s three-lane carcrash of a thought process to a more managable stream of counsciousness. He’s mellow enough to pull his arm out from in between them, which means Sirius basically ends up on his chest with Remus’ arm around him, but it’s- casual enough. Probably. 

Remus sits up a bit at Sirius’ story- confession? Well, it’s not like he didn’t know. 

“'S fucked up, Pads,” he says, eventually, “Selling other people shit so we can buy ourselves more of the same shit.” It’s not the most eloquent he’s ever been. Sue him. “Don’t want you getting caught,” he mumbles, as he turns his head and kind of ends up with his face in Sirius’ hair. It smells of smoke, and a bit of pub, and a bit of motorbike. “Or getting hurt.” Even if there’s a small, pleased part of him that’s a little bit thrilled at by it. It’s a part of him that feels very... wolfish in the most non-werewolfy way. 

He passes the joint back to to Sirius and laughs at Grimm’s haughty retreat to his armchair. “It sounds good though,” he assures his friend, “Almost too good to be true, can’t pass it up good. If she-” he hesitates, “If she’s still interested in a contact at campus... I could spread the word?” It’s not like he’d be getting people into drugs. Just providing them to people who already partake. He’s kind of acquaintanced with a few popular-adjacents, by virtue of being quiet and having handsome friends show up by motorbike or vintage car. 

They’re quiet for a bit, just passing the weed back and forth until it’s a stub, before Sirius brings up what happened at the bar.  “It wasn’t even the guy,” Remus says, choosing his words carefully, to make it very clear none of it is Sirius’ fault, “Just- anger in the air, you know? You could cut it with a knife. And-” he chuckles, “You’re- the- you’re pack. Don’t fucking laugh at me, it’s not like I pick and choose the stupid instincts.” Remus takes the last hit off the blunt and sits up a bit to reach for the ashtray.  “Your fight is my fight, you know?” he says to the coffee table, “Except I got a blood curse going that overdoses me on adrenaline.”

[remus-mxxny]

justsiriusenough​:

“Kept some joints for you too.” Sirius says, frowning as he studies Remus’s face. At the mention of that, he fishes the cannabis and all the tips he’d earned-bartending that night and dealing earlier in the day, and places them in the moon shaped jar they keep behind their liquor bottles. 

“If I keep going like this next week, mate, we can try that different batch Birdie was talking about. “

It was twice as expensive, of course, but supposedly more effective. Sirius stirs sugar into their tea. 

“I’ve got some of that muscle tonic left over from when I got caught on that gravel with the bike.”

That’s how he referred to his ridiculous bike accident from a few months ago. He’d walked away with a scrape but had needed three months to properly get the bike up to snuff again. He was sore for a few days, and Remus had insisted he go get checked out. All they gave him was a lecture and a minor relaxation tonic.

“It doesn’t mess with your head, promise. Well, no more than weed. And it helped. Know that’s probably a drop in the bucket but…” Sirius summons it and swishes the liquid inside around while looking at Remus. 

“Or you could do a bath with this-or not just…” 

Sirius sets his jaw. 

“I’m going to bloody get Marvin one of these days.” He mumbles to himself, turning the bottle of muscle tonic over and over in his hands, fiddling with the fading label.

“Oh fuck, that sounds great right about now actually,” he groans, as he sits up on the couch and reaches for the baggie, ignoring the way his oversensitive skin buzzes at the touch of their fingers, “I’ll roll us some-”  He glances at Sirius, smiling, “-if you should like to partake, that is, good sir Padfoot.” 

He sighs at Sirius’ suggestion, “We don’t have to, Pads, this shit already cost us all your tips last month and then some. It’s fine, honestly.” The potion had done its job during the full moon. “It’s just a few side symptoms. I’ll live.” 

There’s a part of Remus that really wants to adress the fact that Sirius drives a death trap every single day, as evidenced by the accident that grated his skin off of him, but they’ve had that argument. Well, they’ve bickered about it, anyway. Many times. Much the same way they’ve bickered about his own habits. 

“A bath sounds great,” he says, as he fidgets with the paper for the joints, “In a bit.” He watches the tenseness in Sirius’ face and shoulders and moves himself to a corner of their couch, “Sit with me? We’re home. I’m okay. Nobody needs punching right this second. You might as well, aye?” 

It’s a bit.. strange how intimate it feels when Sirius’ weight dips the couch next to him. They exist in the same space, sure. All the time, really, they’re hardly ever away from each other. They just usually- well, they gravitate a bit more. SIrius’ll be on the couch, while Remus does his coursework at the kitchen counter. Or he’ll sit by the window while Sirius paints on the floor. Now, though, the entirety of Remus’ left side is pressed against Sirius’ and he's selfish enough not to mind it one bit. 

[remus-mxxny]

justsiriusenough​:

“Sending me some mixed messages, there, love.” Sirius quips, grinning before he turns back to his bike. He taps the front wheel with his boot twice and an exampandable compartment pops out. He sticks the helmets back in it and fishes out the bag of groceries he’d grabbed before his shift. Sirius turns and stops short. 

Remus, his face turned up towards the moon, the light catching his scars just so, something glinting in his eyes that Sirius wants to pull out of him and spend the rest of his life exploring. Fleetingly, Sirius thinks of that horrible day in their third year, when the boggart turned into the moon in front of Remus and the rest of their class laughed. James had pushed him out of the way and the laughter turned to screams as a hoard of angry goblins appeared out of no where. And here they are, ten years later, Remus facing his fear is part of their routine. Something in Sirius’s chest starts to burn, the feeling indisputable and something he’s only felt when Remus doesn’t catch him staring. This happens more often than it should, Sirius being completely struck by how beautiful his best friend is, and he’s long past having the mental energy to try to find a platonic explaination. 

Sirius knew he was in love with Remus. He was certain of it. And he was just as certain that telling Remus that would be just as beneficial to his best friend as suggesting he puts cement shoes on and goes swimming in the Thames. It was a sentence Sirius couldn’t execute-part of protecting Remus included protecting him from himself. 

“You can fight the moon tomorrow, yeah?” Sirius says, waving his wand to turn his motorbike into a beat up child’s tricycle-better than any security system he’d ever had. Remus scoffs and starts to unlock the door. Sirius’s hand finds his lower back, an instinct, and steadies Remus as they head up the stairs to their flat.

“Mostly got shit in here for after.” Sirius says as they enter the kitchen. He dumps the grocery bag on the counter and keeps walking with Remus towards his room, only letting go when Remus braces himself against the door frame. He crosses back and digs out a smaller chocolate bar and tosses it to him. “But, tea?”

Sirius Black: domestic and not at all desperate house boy he thinks to himself without malice, crossing towards the kettle before Remus even answers.

“Hmm, tomorrow,” he repeats, pulling his eyes away from the damned waxing gibbous. “And the day after that,” he says, as he opens the door. He’s set to keep going - he’s feeling particularly self-pitying at the moment - but the pressure of Sirius’ hand at his back effectively stops him from spiralling. 

“One day, I’ll write a thinly-veiled war allegory on my fight with the moon, probably in meter, with extensive metaphors regarding transformation,” says Remus, in his most pompous voice, as they make the climb to the flat, “To be published post-humously, of course.”

Sirius, bless him, remains mostly on task. “Tea’d be great, ta,” he nods, “Bit of honey for the throat, if you wouldn’t mind?”

He’d help, normally, he really would. He’d bump Sirius out of the way to grab their mugs, squabble with him about boiling the water in the kettle instead of with magic, ask where the biscuits went- all that. 

As it stands, he sheds his jacket, pulls off his sweatshirt and flops down on the couch with great satisfaction. He only deigns to turn to eat the bar of chocolate, which is a relief to his system and he may or may not moan obscenely at the reprieve. 

“Fucking hell, I’m not sure our new Wolfsbane supplier's up to standard,” Remus sighs, eventually, “It hasn’t been this bad in a long time.”

[remus-mxxny]

justsiriusenough​:

“Funny that you think I’d let you within thirty feet of a bus right now. You wank.” Sirius says softly, chuckling when Remus laughs into his skin. He still hasn’t moved. Every breath, every expression, every sound that leaves Remus sets Sirius’s cells on fire. 

There was no way, no real way, that Remus knew just where to be, exactly where dozens of lovers’ teeth had been. It’s agony, keeping himself away from the nearly overwhelming urge to lift Remus’s chin, push him back up against that wall, and kiss him until neither of them can think of anything else. 

But this isn’t about him. Is it something he’ll think about later? Yes. How Remus laughing feels against his skin, how insanely good he smells right now, the way the heat radiating off of Remus heats Sirius from the inside, how badly he wants to taste it for himself…Sirius commits it to his memory. Later, later, later. 

Sirius only drops his hands from where they’ve ended up, locked around Remus’s back to hold him still, when his friend shakily raises his head. 

His eyes are his. Sirius smiles.

“Hey, Moony.”

Remus gives him a tired smile and Sirius knows they don’t have a ton of time before he’s beyond exhaustion. He waves his wand and a bottle of water comes flying out of the back door to the bar, he grabs it and twists the cap open before handing it to Remus. 

“Bike’s just down the way, think you can walk or do we need to do this threshold style?”

Remus groans. “You suck.”

Sirius grins and snakes his arm around Remus’s waist, allowing his friend to walk but keeping him upright. They make it to the bike, normally Sirius would joke about a sidecar, but he’s not exactly keen to suggest something that would involve not touching Remus anymore.

It’s just to make sure he’s alright-it has nothing to do with how Remus’s warmth at his back while he focuses on getting them home, smelling the open air and too busy to be worried, is the closest Sirius has ever felt to lucky. 

“Strap in.” Is all he says, staring a fraction of a second too long at Remus straddling the bike. His brain helpfully remembers the phrase crotch rocket. He wants to take the helmet in his hands and beat his own head in, but instead, he puts it on Remus’s head. After his own is secured, he observes Remus’s buckling job and frowns.

“Were you fucking with the strap again?”

“No.”

Sirius narrows his eyes but doesn’t push. Fluidly, he tilts Remus’s chin up with his index and middle fingers, keeping his head there for a second as he makes quick work of the adjustment strap. He gently tugs on one side, and, satisfied that its tight to Remus’s head, Sirius gently pokes his nose before releasing him. 

“I can’t believe you have me about to give a safety lecture.” Sirius says, swinging his leg over the bike and settling in, smiling to himself when Remus instantly holds onto him. His hot cheek and the side of his helmet dig into Sirius’s back, but he doesn’t dare say anything. The bike roars to life and Remus tenses. Sirius takes a hand off of the bars and covers both of his wrapped around his middle. 

“No flying. I promise.”

“Hmm.” Remus says. 

“Moons.” Sirius says, twisting to look at him as he puts his hand on the accelerator. 

“I will still love you if you ralph on me, but try not to yeah? Cheers. Hold on.”

Sirius kicks off and is down the street and out of sight of the bar in 30 seconds, knowing every way home and taking the fastest to get there.

Pulling his head away from the comforting warmth and smell of Sirius is almost the hardest part of the evening, were it not for his near fucking loosing it. He does it anyway, because he doesn’t really have a right to the perfect nook of his friend’s neck, now does he? No that would require him to be less of a coward, or less of an asshole, depending. Trust him to develop a stomach-rolling amount of feelings for one of the first people to ever be nice to him. 

He takes the water, and is grateful, and stumbles his way to the bike, and fiddles with the strap because everything feels like too much on his skin. 

Still more grateful, he is for the solid press of Sirius’ back against his chest and the guilty delight of having to wrap his arms around Sirius’ middle. He rests his head in between sharp shoulderblades and tries not to think too much about it. 

“Ride like a maniac and face the consequences, Black,” he quips back. 

In his defense, Sirius does drive them home at an admirably slow speed. Though he didn’t really expect anything else. Sirius may be a knob about this most of the time, but he wouldn’t put a prank or a tease over Remus’ wellbeing. 

The fresh air helps, too, and towards the end of the ride, he’s actually quite enjoying himself. Not that he’s at all disappointed to see their building. He is dead tired. He needs a cold shower and then bed. Fuck the reading he has to do. 

“Thank you,” he says, as he hands Sirius the helmet back. It means a lot more than just the helmet, and they both know it. He has to look away as Sirius takes off his own, well aware of what that does at this point. 

As he waits for Sirius to park the bike, he looks up at the sky, where the nearly full moon hangs in clear mockery of him. “Fuck you,” he says, because he can. 

[remus-mxxny]

justsiriusenough​:

“Shit.” Sirius says to himself, that anger surging even as it calms. As much as he logically knows its not as simple as someone winning and someone losing, the rage that some asshole ruined even a bit of Remus on a good day feels like a kick in the teeth. It won’t do-it won’t, he doesn’t lose fights. Not when Remus is involved. 

Ralphie is tending to the other end of the bar-as a boss he was kind and fair, and Sirius used their flirtation to his advantage frequently. Ralphie lets him, to a point. Ultimately, Ralphie is annoyingly concerned about Sirius’s (and Remus’s by extension) wellbeing-but kindness is easier for Sirius to accept if he feels like he’s in control of it. 

“I’m leaving.” He says, grabbing the tip jar in front of them and fishing out a few of the larger notes. 

“Doesn’t your shift end at 9?” Ralphie says mildly, gesturing for Sirius to take the rest of the jar. He doesn’t argue and stuffs the bills and coins into his expandable (and frequently empty) wallet.

“Not anymore.” Sirius says brightly Ralphie rolls his eyes and hands Sirius a pint glass so he can pour the beer for the party Ralphie’s assisting-the least he can do.

“Fine, you’re pretty useless after Remus shows up anyway. You eat?”

“He did. Nicked your dinner.” 

“Mmm.” Ralphie says, taking the full glass and giving Sirius another as they continue to speak. “You see the other sandwich in there?”

“Yeah?”

“Take it. Go. You’re opening tomorrow cause you’re annoying.” 

Sirius smiles and gives Ralphie a sweet kiss on the cheek.

“And I’m off-”

“On the full moon, I know you spooky shit. Go. Have a good night. “

He hands over the last beer and heads to the kitchen, grabbing his leather jacket and summoning his own dinner out of the fridge-he catches it with his left hand as he’s pulling the jacket onto his right side. Sandwich in mouth and his wand and knife both strapped into his boot, Sirius heads out into the cold twilight, looking for a familiar figure in the alley. He eats the sandwich-bolgona and some expensive tasting sort of mustard-in three ridiculous bites, not even using his hands. A habit he picked up from Padfoot for the sole purpose of entertaining James and annoying Remus. 

With a pang Sirius sees Remus with head turned sky ward, undoubtly trying to see stars through the light pollution. Looking for Polaris. Sirius’s old trick for grounding himself-something they’ve done together countless amounts of times on the floor of the Forbidden Forest. As he approaches his fears are confirmed-Remus’s shirt is pulled up around his back, he’s letting the brick of the building cool him down.

“Hey.” Sirius’s voice is quiet, barely a whisper, but Remus jerks his head to see him immidately, his body tensing and then re-relaxing when he sees who it is. Sirius’s irritation and anger are gone, melding into concern and the instinctual need to make sure Remus is okay. Remus’s eyes are glassy and the soul that looks through them is a little too wolfish for Sirius’s comfort. Without thinking, Sirius’s hand finds one of Remus’s, his other cups his left cheek. He’s way too hot, so flushed that Sirius can see it even in the dark. Sirius leaves his hand there, using everything he has to remind Remus that they were both still human.

He smiles softly, a smile he saves only for the moments that are just them, a private perfomance-vulenerability that no one else is worthy of. 

As much as he hates the need to be good at this, Sirius is thankful that this is one skillset he’s at least seemingly somewhat competent in. He gently runs his hand along the side of Remus’s jaw, bringing awareness back to his body.

They’re close-they’re always close, though it’s never enough for Sirius. When he can’t sleep on nights where they’re too human to justify that closeness, he spends hours anagonizing over crawling into Remus’s bed, knowing it’ll help him sleep but terrified. What if once he gets that closeness he constantly craves it still won’t be enough?

And even more terrifying, what if it’ll be everything he needs?

“Remus.” Sirius keeps his voice soft but raises it just enough to really draw attention. He squeezes his friend’s hand, and breathes a sigh of relief when he feels a squeeze back. “What do you need?”

Sirius knows how great of a gift control could be, even for small things like this, so he asks even though he knows what to do. Asking helps him know he’s actually being useful; he needs to help and tame his own beast within. The feral protection he holds for Remus has to be controlled so it only comes out when it’s mutually beneficial-he’d die a thousand deaths if Remus asked him to but dying when all his best friend needs is a few minutes is a bit dramatic, even for him.

“I’m right here, love.”

The cold brick against his back is bliss after the unfocussed, uncoördinated stumble out the door. The scratch and cold take the barest of edge off and Remus is grateful. He hates it - how his blood gets hotter and the wolf feels so much closer when the moon waxes. He knows he shouldn’t have exposed himself to the stimulus of a bar, but he doesn’t want to be a slave to his stupid furry problem. Remus wants a life, a normal life, where he can go bother his friend at work without getting riled up enough that he has to press his bare back to the dank alley wall. 

A soft voice catches his attention and he hates, hates, how it makes his hackles rise, makes his muscles tense to fight, just for a second. 

“Hey,” he rasps back. He doesn’t have it in him to tell Sirius to get back to work like he should. It’d be wasted energy anyway. 

A hand slides into his and another comes up to his face and he nearly keens at the contact. Remus lets it rumble in his chest, instead. 

He’s told his friends before, that their presence always helps. Not just when the moon is full and they’re animals, but when they’re human too. Sirius especially so. Maybe it’s the closeness of their forms, but there’s something about him that soothes Remus like nothing else.  “Stay with me,” he says, simply, as he let’s himself fall forward a bit, resting his head on Sirius’ shoulder. “Jus’ need a minute.”

They stay like that for a while, just breathing together, as Remus has a bit of an internal battle with his senses. Once the air has started to feel a bit less like thousands of needles, he smiles into Sirius’ neck. 

“Water, I think,” he says, “And I’d love to go home, now. I took the bus-” the thought of public transport is excruciating, “-can we...?”

[remus-mxxny]

justsiriusenough​:

“Hey fuckface do you like having all of your teeth?!” Sirius snarls back. The man behind Remus had been leering at him in between shouts and he was already ready to kill him. He’s twice Sirius’s size, but that’s hardly stopped him before.

“What’s that supposed ta mean?” 

Sirius juts out his lower jaw and lifts his chin, not breaking eye contact for a second. The rage in his stomach appears, burning and always just below the surface.  

“It means get the hell out of my bar.” Sirius pulls his wand out of his hair as the man takes two steps forward-the bouncers are on him before he can have any kind of fun. Sirius lets out a breath as the man is kicked out of the bar, his face still hot, feral anxiety gripping at his throat. He closes his hands into shaky fists under the bar, practically vibrating with adrenaline. He sticks his wand into his boot so he doesn’t crack the end of it any further.

“Fucker.” Sirius says, before he spits onto the ground. He glances at Remus before turning his gaze to the door, smirking when the idiot takes a swing at one of the bouncers and gets his arm pinned behind him. 

“You alright, Moony?” Sirius brushes his bangs over his part so they fall onto the other side of his face. His voice lowers as his face softens, keeping his eyes on Remus’s, to make sure he knows he’s well….serious. Sirius settles his elbows on the bar, still shaking but doing his best to ignore it. “I can clock out now if you wanna get outta here. What’s 45 minutes?”

Oh shit.... “Pads, don’t- it’s fine,” Remus begins, despite knowing it’s not going to have any effect on what happens next. It hasn’t ever before when Sirius has had that look on his face. “He’s not worth it,” he adds lamely, as he steps off the barstool and towards his friend, grabbing him quietly by the sleeve. It takes everything in him not to also turn around and snarl at the man behind them. Something about the look on Sirius’ face makes his hair stand on end and the wolf inside him stir. It’s stupid, but Sirius is pack and if he’s gearing up to fight a threat- 

He hears, more than sees, the heckler getting dealt with by the bouncers, acutely aware of every warm, breathing body in the pub. Remus’ senses are sharp on a good day, close to overwhelming when the moon is almost full, and he has to slowly, counsciously inhale and exhale through his mouth, so as to not get carried away on the scent of frustration and antagnonism that’s thick in the air. 

There’s small part of him that really wants to get carried away on one particular smell of anger and motorcycle oil and he quietly squashes that, too. 

He doesn’t think Sirius even notices that Remus is stil hanging onto his wrist until the asshole has been kicked out and he’s put his wand away. He then has the audacity to casually flick his hair and go all soft eyed and caring and Remus wants to kiss him so bad. 

He shakes his head and watches the worry on Sirius face deepen, before fully processing the question. “No, I mean- I’m fine,” he replies, still struggling to breathe as slowly and calmingly as he can manage, “You don’t have to- it’s your job. I don’t want to compromise... I just need some air.” His hand slides down and squeezes Sirius’ hand, lingering for as long as he dares, “Er- thanks. For- well.... thanks. I’ll just wait for you outside.” 

He’s not stupid enough to follow the heckler out the front door, so he grabs his bookbag and heads for the familiar employees’ exit. 

[daebom]

SCREAM (1996) dir. Wes Craven

[remus-mxxny]

justsiriusenough​:

“Just because you see the truth doesn’t mean you have to speak it, mate.” Sirius says, grinning. “You wound me.”  At the mention of Ralphie’s lunch, Sirius disappears without another word. The leftover box is stolen out of the fridge and he knows how to apologize to Ralphie later if he minds. Sirius pops the burger in the mircowave, and carries it out towards Remus. 

“Oi, mate, is the kitchen still open?” Sirius glances to make sure it’s not one of his bosses before he answers. 

“No!” He calls pleasantly, before plopping the burger down in front of Remus and stealing just enough fries to avoid being called a hypocrite. He fishes a bundle of silverware out from under a pile of cocktail napkins and hands it over to Remus as he makes eye contact with the very broish drunk. 

“Bar is though, what would you like, handsome?” 

Sirius returns in a few minutes to scavenge more fries and attempt to read Remus’s book upside down. Sirius’s squint at the words on the page becomes malicious. “I can’t believe you’re subjecting yourself to this sort of thing willingly. In a holy place of debauchery, no less. 

Before Remus retorts, Sirius takes in his jumper again and instead of exploring what the jolt that shoots him whenever his best mate smiles could possibly mean, Sirius remembers Remus’s suggestion from earlier.

“Don’t you think a dog sweater is a little on the nose? Like when Prongs got me that Scooby Doo shirt.” Sirius bats his eyelashes at him before standing on his tip toes to lean over the bar and take a bite out of the burger in Remus’s hands. “Or can I pull it off?”

Remus smiles indulgently, as Sirius yaps at him and then disappears into the kitchen. There’s something very electric about having his friend’s full attention on him. He leans on the bar, thoughtful. It’s not that he truly forgot to have dinner, he’s not stupid. Did he feel a sense of anticipation when he realized? Maybe.  “Ta, appreciate it,” he says, as the burger is put in front of him, ever so glad Ralphie isn’t vegetarian. “I’ve been craving a bit of meat,” he says, around a mouthful.  “Yeah you do!” Someone behind him yells, and he nearly chokes on a bit of tomato. There’s a round of rauchous laughter. He tries to ignore them, despite the pang of annoyance. 

“What? You were busy getting it on with discount YMCA, I was bored. I’d have joined the drag queens, but I’m not sure I would’ve survived.” It’s a shame there’s a bar in between them, otherwise he surely would’ve kicked at Sirius’ shins. 

Remus doesn’t even quite respond to the bite Sirius takes out of his burger, except perhaps hold it a bit further out of his reach (he is actually quite hungry), but he does spot the two lesbians making some pointed conversation. They really do act like they’re a couple sometimes... but what do you expect when you’ve spent the majority of your life either sleeping in the same dorm or living in the same house? It’s fine. Healthy, even. Men should be able to show affection to their friends, right? 

“You can pull anything off,” he replies. 

“Yeah you can!” Someone behind him yells again, and it’s a bit less in good fun this time and Remus feels his cheeks flush with embarrassment.