I was tagged in the WIP game by @soloorganaas but I only really have one active WIP right now (the other ones are old and I’ve already used them for the WIP game before) so instead I thought I’d do a little Sunday Snippet of my current project that lives in my brain.
This is a super self-indulgent enemies to lovers magical AU of Wolfstar falling in love in their 30s. It has Scottish Remus who never went to Hogwarts and Magizoologist Sirius and is set in Edinburgh.
Snippet below the cut
Remus picked up his pint again, taking a smaller sip this time as he didn’t want to rush through it just because he was bored, but he’d barely raised it to his mouth before Sirius threw his arm out without looking. Remus could see what was going to happen before it did and yet he was powerless to stop it. Sirius’ arm hit his own with force, the glass slipping from his hand and hitting the floor with a crash. Beer soaked into his shirt and jeans, pooling underneath him with shards of glass.
“Oh shit,” Sirius exclaimed, whipping around, watching Remus with wide eyes. “Fuck, I’m so sorry mate.”
Remus could feel the silence settle, the eyes not only from their little group but from the tables around them settling on him. His cheeks burned as he looked helplessly down at his own lap, humiliation and irritation flaring sharply in his chest as he tried to find something to say. It felt like the silence stretched for minutes but in reality it was probably not even a second before James let out a loud cheer, breaking the weird quiet as the place erupted in laughter.
Remus’ heart was still pounding hard in his chest even as Sirius stood up and made an exaggerated bow to the room, as if the attention from everyone who was staring at them spurred him on rather than made him want to sink through the floor. He was laughing as he turned back to Remus, silvery eyes dancing as he pulled his wand from his hair with an easy gesture.
“Really sorry, mate, let me take care of it,” he grinned, not looking very apologetic and Remus could feel that flash of anger again.
He quashed it though, his Da’s words echoing through his head. Keep your temper, Remus, never show them you’re angry. He knew it was right, he couldn’t afford to lose his temper, it was one of the first things that had been hammered into him as a child. Never give them a reason to fear you, never give them a reason to start asking questions. He forced himself to relax and schooled his expression into something blank, raising his hands with his palms up, an open sort of gesture.
“It’s really no problem,” he said, his voice sounding a little strained to his own ears but Sirius didn’t seem to notice.
The other man flicked his wand in Remus’ direction and he could feel his heart do a little stutter, a surge of irrational fear, but then he felt the wetness seep from his clothes, leaving him as dry as he had been before. Sirius mended the glass with another flick of his wand, effortlessly, as if the magic he performed was a part of him and Remus clamped down on the spark of jealousy.
“There we are,” grinned Sirius easily at him, eyes glittering as he looked at Remus, as if he expected him to be fucking grateful or something.
“Clumsy bastard,” came James’ voice from behind before Remus had a chance to reply, and to his horror he felt an arm flung over his shoulder.
He couldn’t do much about it though as James leaned in, voice dropping conspiratorially, as if he was telling Remus a secret but the whisper was loud enough to carry.
“Haven’t had a real night out unless Padfoot here’s spilled at least one drink over you.”
