Idiots
ironic that the prompt today was inspiration and i’m feeling wholly uninspired by writing today BUT the show must go on so this will be… something i guess. ^wrote that note before i started writing and ironically GOT inspiration by my Lack of inspiration, i shall write about NOT having inspiration. hope that note is somewhat intelligible <3
^didnt go where I thought but I’m not really mad. and I had to slip james n pete in there bc i love the four. no content warnings (i think) pretty fluffy!
for prompt “inspiration” @wolfstarmicrofic
Remus’ quiet Sunday morning Tea&Reading is interrupted by yet another loud groan. He sighs, notes his page absently and closes his book. Just accept your fate.
“Yes, Sirius? Did you want to moan a bit louder?”
“Don’t tease, Moony. I’m afflicted.”
Remus raises a familiar eyebrow, “Afflicted?.”
“Yes,” Sirius replies, pouting, “Quite.”
“Have you been reading a thesaurus again?”
Sirius moans again, “That was one time, and it was for you, you wanker.”
“For me,” Remus scoffs, pointedly ignoring the very present tug in his chest at the thought. “It was for a laugh.”
“It wasn’t!” Sirius sits up, sounding less moan-y and more whiny now.
“I meant everything in that letter.”
“Pads let it go, I’m serious.”
Sirius grins, sits up straighter, “No I—“
“If you finish that sentence so help me Godric Gryffindor I will hex you into bloody next week.”
“Ok, Merlin, calm down.”
Now Remus groans, “Pads.”
But Sirius is already wincing, “Sorry, sorry, I know, no ‘calm down’s, sorry I slipped.” He actually seemed quite genuine which unfortunately warmed Remus’s heart quite a lot.
“S’ok.” Remus says, “Alright, what’s afflicting you then?”
Sirius sits up and suddenly looks quite unsure. “Well, you know how usually I’m quite good at getting people to like me.”
Remus rolls his eyes but does let through a small smile, “Sure, you fucking tosser.”
Sirius grins, “I am!”
Remus rolls his eyes again but the small smile grows just a little.
“Anyway, usually everyone loves me,” another eye roll, “But I can figure out how to get this one person to like me. Someone I like quite a lot, actually.”
Remus smile dims a little but he tries not to let it show. Takes a breath, “Ok, well why not?”
“That’s just it, I don’t know. I’ve tried everything, I thought.” Remus eyes’ roll at the dramatics but Sirius ignores him. “I’m feeling a bit uninspired.”
“Padfoot, honestly I don’t know who this person is but they must be an idiot if they don’t like you. And! I’m sure they do.”
“Uh uh, honest, they just seem a bit—exasperated?”
“Bloody thesaurus,” Remus mutters.
“It’s not! I know words! That’s not even a weird one!”
“Sure. Alright, let’s see if we can get a little inspiration. Do I know them?”
“Uh, yeah.”
“I do?” Huh, I feel like I would’ve noticed Sirius liking someone, especially if they didn’t like him back.
“Yep.”
“Oookay, and you think they don’t like you because they’re—exasperated?”
“Yeah, just sort of, like I don’t know, like I’m not good enough for them. Which I’m not, by the way—“
“Hey. Do not.” Remus is already standing and walking to Sirius, hands cupping his cheeks. “Look any idiot that makes you feel like you’re not good enough is not worth it.”
“No no, they don’t!” and Sirius’ cheeks are really looking quite red under Remus’ careful palms.
“It’s not them, they’re perfect and lovely and it’s just that I’m well, I don’t know…”
“Sirius, you’re perfect. And lovely. Honest.” He’s really really trying to ignore the now very painful pressure on his chest, who the hell is this idiot?
“Don’t say that,” Sirius mumbles, head down. But—is he pushing into Remus’ hands? Just a little?
“No, I won’t stop. You are. Anyone would be more than lucky to have you.”
“Anyone?” Sirius says, all small and quiet, looking up at Remus now with big eyes.
Now Remus’ breath catches. And—could this be—no. “Anyone?” He now questions, not sure if it’ll be clear, what he’s asking.
“I mean, not anyone, not anyone. The one?”
And now Remus is confused. The grammar has stopped making sense but Sirius’ face is clear and this has to be—but it can’t be—but
“Sirius…”
“Re…”
“Pads…”
Sirius smiles, “Moons.”
“You’re serious?”
Sirius opens his mouth and that bloody stupid joke won’t do, so Remus shuts him up and wow that actually worked. and Sirius is kissing him back and everything is ok.
And James is whooping. Wait, no that can’t be right, they’re alone. But not that is definitely James and that’s definitely Peter shushing him, pulling him back. “Bloody hell Prongs, shut up.” And Remus hears it and so does Sirius because Sirius is smiling against his lips. (Against his lips!!) So they pull away and Sirius pulls him in, face against Remus’ stomach. So Remus just has to bury his fingers in his hair which he always wants to do but somehow forgot about when they were kissing. (What do you mean somehow, he forgot about everything. They were kissing!!)
He looks over at Peter struggling to get James out and shooting a very apologetic but also very amused expression towards Remus. Remus grins.
“It worked?” James shouts.
Now Remus is confused.
“Shut up, Prongs.” That’s Sirius, a little muffled because the side of his face is still pushed up against Remus.
“What?”
And he doesn’t really have to wait because James never could keep his mouth shut when it came to them four. “My inspiration!” He said conspiratorially, grinning and clapping his hands together.
“Inspiration, huh?” Remus smiles down at Sirius who has now positively buried his whole face into Remus. The groaning is back.
“James,” Peter admonishes, but it’s still amused. Peter is sweet that way.
“I’m helping!”
“Go away!” Sirius moans.
Remus is grinning wider than he thinks he ever has. smooths Sirius’ hair back lets him stay where he is, it’s really quite comfortable actually. Sirius’ arms are wrapped tight around his waist and his knees bracket Remus’. Remus is actually quite sure he’s never been so content. Idiot.