Sirius Black watching Remus as the tip of his tongue darts out between his lips as he reads, and feeling a flutter in his stomach every time he does.
Remus Lupin pretending to remove dry leaves from Sirius’s hair just to feel the soft texture on his fingertips (and Sirius blushing furiously afterwards).
Sirius Black casting his eyes down when he sees Remus talking to any girl or boy in the corridors (because his jealousy makes no assumptions), feeling a heavy lump in the back of his throat.
Remus Lupin looking around every time he talks to anyone to see if Sirius is around, because he’d much rather talk to him than anyone else.
Sirius Black being incapable of stopping a huge grin from forming on his lips whenever Remus ditches someone to talk to/hang out with him instead.
Remus Lupin waking up in the hospital wing and immediately looking to the side to find Sirius trying so very hard not to fall asleep on the chair next to the bed, and closing his eyes and smiling through the pain every single time.
Sirius Black laying drunk out of his mind on one of the couches in the Common Room after receiving one of his parents’ letters, and Remus craddling him in his arms while he cries until he passes out.
Remus Lupin feeling a huge mixture of guilt, hopelessness and secret happiness when Sirius, in his drunk estate, brushes his lips softly against his own.
Sirius Black pretending not to remember anything the next day because “fuck, James, fuck, what if he hates me for it.”
Remus Lupin pretending that nothing happened because, “I don’t think he remembers anyway, James.”
James Potter being unable to do anything about the whole ordeal because he was sworn to secrecy by both.
Did this with number 1 from those post break up prompts I reblogged a few days back!
Character A is on their way to sell the engagement ring they once bough for Character B (but the never got to propose) when they run into Character B again.
Wolfstar of course :)
Sirius wished the universe had at least had the decency to make it a cloudy, dreary, possibly miserable but that might be taking it a bit far, day. If this was what it had led him too, it was the least it could do, really.
He stared at the blue sky through the small front window of James and Lily’s flat, then back down at the small, velvet box in his hand. His thumb was poised to open it, nail in the soft crease between the top and bottom… and he couldn’t. He couldn’t. If he saw it again he’d never get rid of it. And it was of no use to him. Not anymore. He’d spent enough hours staring at it, the gold rim, the small inside engraving. It had promised him everything and, now that everything had been lost, it was just a heart breaking reminder. It was worthless. He knew this. But he couldn’t see it. He couldn’t see it sitting there, cold in the box still. It should be with him. A sudden image of Remus kissing him, palms to his cheeks, and feeling the cool pressure of the ring on his left flooded through his mind. He pushed it away with difficulty.
He shoved the box into his pocket, grabbing a jumper from the back of the couch and pulling it roughly over his head while calling to James.
“Okay!” A beat, and then, “Actually, wait, wait!”
Sirius turned from the direction of the door as James appeared in the kitchen doorway, tea in hand. His other rubbed the back of his neck.
“Are you, um…” He coughed, eyes flicking down to Sirius’ hands, searching, “Are you going…”
“Yeah.” Sirius said too quickly. He cleared his throat, “Yeah, and?”
James shook his head a little, shrugging and bringing his tea to his lips, “Nothing. Nothing, alright. Right…”
He shuffled his feet a little and Sirius rolled his eyes, “I’m fine,” He definitely wasn’t fine, “I’ll be back in a bit, yeah?”
James didn’t look any more at ease but he nodded, “Yeah.”
The day felt just as nice as it looked and Sirius scowled at the sun, defiantly putting his hood up and his head down.
The feeling of the box knocking against his thigh with every step was excruciating, a constant reminder of what he was about to do.
It should be with him.
His feet felt heavier with every step, every bump, and he found himself staring at the lump in his pocket. He clenched his fists tighter and tighter at his sides until his nails felt like pin pricks and the box felt like a scorching iron across his skin.
“Fucking hell-“ He dug it out of his pocket roughly, just as he collided with something— someone. Sirius’ head knocked right into a rather bony shoulder making his swear again, only to have the word mix with another curse.
“Shit, sorry, didn’t see.. you.. oh.”
Sirius’ heart started thrumming painfully in his chest. Remus straightened up in front of him.
Sirius went straight back to cursing the universe. Not now. God, please not today.
Sirius just stood there, unable to open his mouth. Remus looked… thin. His hair fell in messy curls over his forehead, as apposed to the usual neat swoop to the side. Really, Sirius couldn’t stop looking at his eyes. They were rimmed with soft purple, and as golden as ever. He thought he might drop to his knees, right there in the middle of the sidewalk, under the weight of the sheer longing that was coating his heart.
Remus opened and closed his mouth a few times before, “It’s a bit hot for a hood.”
Sirius blinked because what? “Wh- What?”
Remus’ cheeks flushed, “I- I don’t know why I said that. But- I- don’t you think?”
Sirius stared a moment more, then slowly raised his hand, swiping his hood from his head, “Right. The sun was just feeling a bit too…” He shook his head, still caught too off guard by how—normal—this conversation sounded.
Remus just nodded distractedly, eyes suddenly not on Sirius’, but trained on Sirius’ hand that was still resting on Sirius’ shoulder from removing his hood. He looked uneasy, panicked even.
Sirius watched as he swallowed thickly, voice coming out horse, “Meeting someone?”
Sirius knit his brows, cocking his head slightly at the sudden question, and the look crossing Remus’ face. How could I be meeting someone when that look is out there somewhere needing someone to kiss it away?
“No. ‘m not, why?”
When Remus’ eyes didn’t move to his, Sirius followed his gaze. His stomach dropped at what he found on the other end. The small, velvet box was still grasped in his hand. In plain sight.
“I- Oh. Fuck, no-” He realized what this must look like to Remus and it only made his heart tighten further. The mere thought that Remus could have it in his head that Sirius would ever, ever be with anyone else right now drove a knife in and twisted it, “No, Re- Remus,” Sirius corrected himself quickly at the way Remus winced.
“It’s fine.” Remus mumbled, “I- I don’t know why I asked. I guess I just…” He trailed off, “Dunno.”
Sirius’ mind whirled, desperately trying to find some lie to tell. He definitely wasn’t about to give Remus the truth, not with the way he wouldn’t even look at him.
“I- This is- I mean, I bought this for— these.” He corrected himself as a thought formed in his head, “I’m going to sell. This is- these are… cuff links. For James’ birthday. He- He didn’t like them.”
Remus’s eyes, which had still been fixed on the box, found Sirius’, “Oh.”
Sirius, gripped the box tightly in his palms, thumb, out of habit, wedging the opening but unwilling to follow through, “Y-Yeah.”
Remus’s expression suddenly changed. His eyes shifted from glazed over, and seemed to fill with a flicker of… something.
“Sirius…” Remus took a step forward.
Sirius’ eyes nearly closed at the way Remus said his name. Like he used to.
“Yeah…” Sirius breathed.
Remus’ eyes flit over his face as he stares down at him, “James’ birthday is in March.”
“I..” Fuck. “Yeah. It is.”
Sirius closed his eyes, taking in the close proximity of Remus’ presence and being silently furious with himself at the same time, “Yeah.” He sighed, defeated, “It is.”
Remus’ voice came out soft, “Can I see?”
Sirius’ eyes flashed back to the pools of bronze, panicked, “They’re really not much. Pretty plain. I mean-“ You never saw it. You didn’t want it. “They aren’t- It doesn’t really matter. He didn’t want them.”
Remus cocked his head, “How do you know?”
“Because he kind left before I could give them to y- him.” Sirius sighed, feeling heat bubble in his chest. He wasn’t sure what emotion it was, there were too many flowing through him.
Remus’ brow furrowed, “Well if you had stopped him maybe you could have foundout. Let me see.”
Sirius flushed. They definitely weren’t talking about James anymore. “How was I suppose to know he wanted to be stopped?”
“Of course I wanted to be stopped!”
The silence that followed left what little space there was between them now heavy with Remus’ words. They were both breathing hard. Remus’ hand had somehow made its way over Sirius’ on the box. Sirius was burning at the touch.
Remus closed his eyes, letting a breath out through his nose, “Of course I wanted to be stopped.” He repeated.
Sirius stared at him, the crease between his eyebrows, the frown on his mouth, the tightness of his jaw. He swallowed hard, voice coming out shaky, “You can’t expect me to know that, that’s- that isn’t fair. You were so.. You were so angry with me, I thought-”
Remus opened his eyes, fixing them on the ground. The sun cast eyelash shadows on his cheeks. He looked more tired and thin than he had when they started. He shook his head, “No, it isn’t fair.”
Sirius’ heart tugged when Remus let his hand slip away.
Remus still wouldn’t look at him, “‘m sorry, I… I don’t know.”
He turned, carefully avoiding brushing against Sirius again, and started to walk away. Sirius reeled at the loss of contact, the sudden empty space in front of him. He was thrown back in time, standing in their old flat. He was staring into Remus’ tear stricken face one moment and was hearing the door slam the next. There was a velvet box in his pocket and he was very, very alone.
Not again. He decided. Not again.
Sirius turned at the same time Remus did, eyes meeting. He was sure his looked wild. Remus’ looked just as untamed. He tried to slow his breathing, fingers tightening around the box.
He took a step forward.
“It isn’t cufflinks.”
Remus let out a breath, “No?”
“No.” He took another step, slowly closing the distance between them, “It’s-“ His eyes flitted over Remus’ face, hating ever worry marked there, every frown, each tired rim around his eyes, “God. It’s what I should have stopped you with.”
“You couldn’t have known-“
“I should have known.” He took the final step, thumb finally flicking the box open, “I should have let you know how much I…” He didn’t look down at the ring. Instead, he watched Remus’ eyes widen, he watched his lips part. He watched what he had wished he had watched for months. What he could watch for years. Remus’ eyes went back to his and they were glassy. He looked so tired. Sirius needed to fix it.
“Re..” Remus’ brows knit, eyes shutting at the nickname. He let out a soft noise when he felt Sirius’ hand on his cheek, holding him together.
“Re, I should’ve know. I- I know now, okay?” He ducked his head a little, desperately needed Remus to look at him, “Please, Re-“
But Remus was kissing him, hands on Sirius’ cheeks, a few tears on his own. And Sirius was melting, nearly dropping the box, the ring, as his arms made their way around Remus’ waist.
He closed the box as he kissed Remus. He had a lifetime to give him that ring. He needed this now, they needed this now. He slipped it into Remus’ back pocket, causing him to let out a watery laugh against his lips, and smiled as he wound his fingers in Remus’ hair, pulling their mouths back together.
And with Remus against him, laughing into his kiss, Sirius thought that maybe it wasn’t so bad the sun was out today after all.
first kiss? It was after Remus told Sirius about the hatred he had for himself.
Sirius just stood there, looking at the boy he loved; at the boy who thought he
was worthless. So he just wrapped him up in his arms and kissed the life out of
out first: Sirius. The first time they met on the train first year, he had
winked and asked little 11 year old Remus out. He then blushed and told him to
bugger off. Sirius laughed it off and continued to ask him out as a joke once a
week until sixth year when he asked and Remus finally said yes.
date? Sirius made a pillow fort and a picnic in front of the fireplace in the
common room. They talked and laughed for hours until they slowly fell asleep in
each other’s arms. They ate lots of chocolate and drank several mugs of
Butterbeer that night. Bonus: Lily and James had gone down to see how the date
was going and stood there like proud parents when they saw them fast asleep.
‘I love you’ first: Remus. They were fighting about Sirius’s family and his
insecurities in seventh year. There was a lot of yelling when Remus
accidentally shouted that he loved Sirius.
stop touching the other: Sirius is into PDA so naturally, everyone assumes he’s
the winner. But Remus can’t go five seconds without touching Sirius’s hair or
kissing his forehead or holding his hand.
for dinner: Both.
Sirius wants to and pretends he’s a professional French cook. He fails
miserably. In reality, Remus cooks dinner for the most part (Sirius is always
convincing him to wear an apron with nothing underneath, but let’s be real; it
doesn’t take much convincing to get him to do that). And Remus allows Sirius to bake. His favorite
part of baking is getting to wear the pink apron and the oven mitt.
always jealous: Remus. He laughs when girls try flirting with his very gay
boyfriend, but when boys try to feel him up…watch out.
things too seriously: Sirius, which may be surprising. His past insecurities
often get in the way of his relationships. He hides it with humor and arrogance.
a hopeless romantic: Sirius Orion Black. All the fucking way. Sirius sending a
Howler to Remus in front of the entire Great Hall declaring his love just for
the hell of it. Sirius giving his boyfriend chocolate every full moon. Sirius
getting up in the middle of class and walking to the other side of the room to
kiss Remus (McGonagall separated them when Sirius started spontaneously making
out with him). Sirius being a romantic fucker.
Sirius. It was one year after they graduated from Hogwarts. They were at Lily
and James’s wedding. Sirius had been planning on proposing to Remus, but James
had stolen his thunder. Sirius was making his best man speech, and at that
point he just wanted to make Remus his husband. So at the end of his speech, he
accidentally let out “just marry me already, you handsome bastard”. He said
yes. Long story short, Remus caught Lily’s bouquet at the end of the night.
names:Mostly babe and all the ridiculous names Sirius teases Re with
(babycakes, sweetums, Moonykins, lovebug)
“You moved into the apartment next to mine and I can hear E V E R Y T H I N G you do”
“I was having a great day, then you football tackled me into a lake. I don’t CARE that I was almost assassinated, You AIMED for that lake.”
“I’ve noticed how much you love your garden and all your plants, and I don’t know how to flirt like other people so I may have accidentally asked you to teach me how to garden, but it’s the best part of my week.”
Remus: *Steps into dormitory and spots Sirius sitting on his bed looking sad*
Sirius: Are you talking to me?
Remus: I don’t know anyone else with that god-awful name.
Sirius: *Wipes tears from eyes*
Remus: *Sits down on bed next to him*
Remus: I’m so sorry about what happened with Regulus.
Sirius: Me too. I’ve lost him forever.
Remus: Maybe not forever… you’ve just upset him. Just like you’ve upset me. You haven’t lost me forever. I just need time. I’m sure that’s all he needs too. He’s your brother. He looks up to you, and you’re probably the only person in your family that he actually loves. Trust me, Sirius, give it time.
Sirius: But what if he never forgives me for this?
Remus: You’re family. He’ll forgive you.
Sirius: Some siblings don’t talk. Look at Lily and her sister… they hate each other.
Remus: Actually they forgave each other and now they’re on great terms. I know that can be you and Regulus one day. Once you’ve gotten over him romantically and once he’s forgiven you for hurting his boyfriend.
Sirius: Remus, I’m so so sorry about how I’ve treated you.
Remus: I know you are *smiles sadly*. But as I said, I need some time. And so do you. You’re not in a good place right now.
Sirius saw red. His face was contorted in rage. He stormed to the common room, leaving Chloe behind him, baffled.
He could he? How the hell could he just go out and find someone else? What the hell was wrong with him, thinking he would flirt with some girl? It had been pretty obvious that she had been coming on to him, but he wasn’t interested. It had been a couple weeks since they had said they loved each other, and Sirius had still been on a high.
But now he was lower than low. Remus just had a backup. How could he not be hurt by that?
And who was this ‘Alex’? When did they date? Why had Sirius never heard about it? He was left in a pool of confusion as he watched Remus stare him down with a smug look on his face. And then he had made it worse by asking Chloe to go with him. This was just horrible. He didn’t want to go with Chloe. He wanted to go with his Remus.
Well, not his yet. They had confessed love for each other, sure. But nothing had happened after that. They hadn’t really figured out where they were with each other. And Sirius was left wondering if he overreacted. But he couldn’t know for sure. It was too confusing.
When the time came for him to go pick up Chloe, Sirius was sitting in the common room with a dark look on his face. He was wearing dark rinsed ripped jeans and an olive green tee shirt with his leather jacket over it. His eyes were adorned with his signature gold eyeliner, his hair in gentle waves down his neck. He pushed himself off the couch and stalked down the halls to the main door, where Chloe was waiting for him. She looked very pretty with her long brown hair in curls, her makeup done lightly, and her knee length blue dress. But Sirius didn’t care. He wanted to see Remus.
He forced a smile onto his face and walked over. “Hey, someone looks gorgeous tonight!” He said. She blushed lightly. “You don’t look too shabby yourself,” she replied. They began their walk in silence as Sirius fumed. When they were half way there, Chloe turned to him. “You gonna be okay? I know you and Remus had some sort of argument,” she said. Sirius bit the inside of his cheek before answering. “No, no it’s good. We’re all good. Just enjoy the night,” he forced out. She looked at him for a moment before shaking her head lightly and smiling. They continued on their way to the whomping willow, where Sirius went through the routine he had gone through so many times of freezing the tree and sliding beneath it before helping Chloe get through.
They heard the music before they got there. It echoed through the dirt hole that they walked through, and Sirius could feel it vibrating his body. They continued and soon emerged on the other side, where James greeted them with wide arms.
“Pads!” He yelled, sending a confused glance at Chloe before shaking it off. “And who is this lovely young lady?”
“This is Chloe,” Sirius said. “She’s my… date,” he choked over the last word. James furrowed his brow slightly, but said nothing. “Welcome! Enjoy yourself! And don’t tell anyone unless you want me hunting you down,” he winked. Chloe chuckled. “Haha I’m serious,” he muttered as he walked away, joining Lily, who was casting glances at Sirius. Remus must have told her what happened.
Sirius casted his eyes around the room. There were a few trusted friends, Mary, Dorcas, Alice, Frank. They were all mingling and chatting. Sirius sighed. Remus wasn’t there yet. “I’ll go get us drinks,” he told Chloe. He walked over to the drinks table, avoiding conversation before picking up two butter beers and turning around.
It was like magnets had been placed on his eyes as they stuck to the door. Like all the air had been sucked out of the room at his arrival.
Remus, head almost brimming the doorway, was standing right there. Sirius felt a tension he didn’t know he had been holding, release from his body. Like all the anger he had felt that day suddenly sank to the lowest part of his brain to make room for this euphoria that was the sight of Remus.
A baby blue sweater hung from Remus’ shoulders, almost two sizes too big. He wore skinny jeans underneath or it that were also light with subtle rips along the thighs. His hair was partially covering his face, more on the side with the scar. With his hands tucked in front of his waist, he looked innocent and sweet. His lip was pulled between his teeth, and his eyes were searching the room. When they found Sirius, an emotion passed through them that Sirius was too far away to decipher. But Remus turned his head behind himself and said something to the figure approaching the doorway.
The pressure returned, but three times heavier when he saw who entered behind Remus. A boy almost a little taller than Sirius, and way hotter, Sirius bitterly growled to himself, entered the room. He had his hands stuffed into the back pockets of his jeans and a tight fitted black tee shirt hugged his chest. He was lean and muscular, very fit looking. His deep brown eyes matched his hair in shade, and his caramel colored skin made him a sight no one would have been glad to miss. He was smirking at Remus, who was looking at the ground between them.
Sirius turned his back to the picture. He couldn’t bear it, seeing Remus with some other guy. It was too… wrong.
He grabbed the drinks and returned to Chloe, who had started a conversation with Mary. But they, too were staring at the door. “Wow,” Mary said, eyes wide. She looked at Sirius in shock. “It hurts. Like looking into the sun for too long.”
Sirius glared at the boy next to Remus, and shoved the drink at Mary. He didn’t say a word as he drowned his, noticing carelessly that someone had spiked the drinks.
He slammed the cup down on the table behind him. When he turned around, he was face to face with Remus’ date. He jumped back in surprise, almost hissing in shock. The boy tried to suppress his laugh, covering it poorly with a laugh.
“Hey Mary!” Remus said in a friendly voice. “Hello,” Mary replied, eyes glued to the boy next to Remus. “This is Alex, my date,” he said with a smile. Alex inclined his head at Mary and then at Chloe. “Hi,” he said, his voice a deep baritone. Sirius averted his eyes to the ground. “Sirius, you didn’t say hi,” he heard Remus say. His lip formed a slight growl before he lifted his head. A sarcastic smile formed on his lips. “Hey there, Alex. Hope you’re well,” he sneered before turning on his heel and walking away.
He stalked to the stairs where Lily and James were sitting. “I can’t believe the nerve how dare-” he grumbled. Lily laughed. “You good, there, Padfoot?” She asked. Sirius turned his head to her, anger vibrating from his features. “No. I’m not good, lily. The guy I’ve been crushing on for the past four years knows I love him and is dancing with another guy,” he just about yelled. Luckily, the music was so loud that no one heard him.
Sirius’ eyes lit up in a delightfully scary anger. The song had changed, and Sirius knew it was time for revenge. Iris by the goo goo dolls pumped through the speakers. It was Remus’ favorite song.
Sirius wiped over to Chloe, grabbed her hand, and all but dragged her to the middle of the room where people were dancing. Shocked, it took her a minute to convince her limbs to move in a dancing fashion. Sirius caste a look at Remus, who was staring at him with a hurt expression. He forced the sadness out of his gut, but it began forcing his way up his throat. He twirled around until the song came to an end, keeping his eyes anywhere but on Remus. When the song ended, he hugged Chloe close to his chest and held her hand as they walked back to Mary. He smirked evilly as he continued his conversation until he heard Remus’ voice.
“Yeah, my old friends had some issues. Like flees for example,” Remus said loudly. Sirius turned to see Remus surrounded by some of their friends, James and Lily and Peter included. “Always whining, always dramatic. Probably got it from being the least loved child.” Remus added, sending a poison glare at Sirius. Everyone in the group turned to look at him, and suddenly, he was drowning.
The eyes followed him as he left the room and ran out the front door of the shack into the warm spring air. Hot tears rolled down his face as anger exploded inside of him. He fumbled around in his pocket for his cigarettes. Remus hated it when he smoked.
He lit one and inhaled as he watched the smoke travel into the dark sky and meld with it. The moon shone bright above him. His stomach twisted. He inhaled deeply again and tried to stop the sob from escaping him, doing so poorly and feeling it catch in his throat.
Anyone but Remus, he thought. If anyone but Remus had said that, he wouldn’t have cared. Probably would have laughed. But the violence in Remus’ eyes made it clear that he was trying to cut Sirius. And, as much as he hated to admit it, it worked.
“Sirius,” a voice said from behind him. He turned sharply away from the voice, mostly to hide his tears. “No,” he whispered. “Don’t.”
A hand touched his back and he recoiled. “Don’t you dare,” he hissed. The hand released his shoulder. “Sirius, can you listen to me?” Remus begged. Sirius let out a humorless laugh. “I was listening. Don’t come too close, Lupin. You might catch my fleas,” he spat venomously.
He heard Remus let out a shaky sigh and tried to ignore the urge to turn to him and hold him tight to stop the pain. “You should go back to your entourage. I bet your new boyfriend is wondering where you are,” Sirius muttered, hunching his back against Remus’ eyes. “No,” remus growled. “What do you mea-”
Sirius was cut off by Remus spinning him around. Suddenly, lips were on his own, needy and desperate and Sirius instantly melted, nearly allowing his knees to drop from under him. Remus threaded his fingers into Sirius’ hair and deepened the kiss when Sirius suddenly realized that this was wrong.
He shoved Remus away, almost whining at the loss of contact. His stomach clenched again and he realized it had only stopped when Remus grabbed him. “No!” He all but yelled. “That was a dirty trick!”
Remus clenched his teeth, his jaw jutting out. His eyes darkened, a single strand of hair over his forehead dancing between them. “I need you to listen to me,” he yelled in a guttural voice. “I need you to understand that I’m sorry. Okay? I’m sorry, Sirius.”
Sirius shook his head, fresh tears tumbling down his cheeks. “No. You can’t just say sorry, Remus. It’s still not okay,” he whimpered. “Sirius, how the he’ll else was I supposed to get your attention?!” Remus yelled. Sirius sniffled. “What?” He whispered.
“You flirting with Chloe sent me off! You told me you loved me, and then what? Nothing happened! I didn’t know what we were and you expected me to sit by while you flirted and laughed like I wasn’t even there?” Remus screamed in frustration.
Sirius’ jaw had dropped about half way through that rant. He was the one who had been stuck wondering what they were to each other. He was the one who had been tiptoeing around lately, trying to avoid pressuring Remus.
“Who’s fault was it that we didn’t go anywhere?” Sirius screamed back at him. “Every day I watched you go about your life like nothing even happened! You never even hinted that you wanted- And flirting? With CHLOE? I WOULD NEVER DO THAT! WHAT THE HELL KIND OF PERSON DO YOU THINK I AM?”
Sirius began to breath shallow and loud. The silence between them was filled by the thumping music from inside, which must have been drowning out their screaming match. A soft wind whistled through the tress next to the shack. Remus and Sirius stared at each other, eyes wide, as they took in the words jut exchanged. Remus was the first to break the silence.
“So… you wanted us to be… us, this whole time?” He whispered, sounding defeated. Sirius let out a gaspy laugh. “Yes,” he said. “Of course. You’re all I’ve ever wanted, Remus.”
Remus smiled. And then he laughed. And then he laughed a little more. Sirius began worrying whether or not he had just hopped the train to crazy town. His eyes were spiraling in different directions, his mouth wide with a strange kind of mirth. “R-Remus?” Sirius tried. Remus began gulping down air as he calmed himself down.
All at once, he rushed to Sirius. Sirius let out a surprised yelp as he was enveloped in Remus’ arms. He wrapped his arms around remus’ neck as remus wrapped his own around Sirius’ waist, burying his face in his neck.
When they broke apart, both were smiling, wide and happy. The tightness in Sirius’ chest disappeared. It was replaced with a sweet and gooey feeling. Sirius placed his hands on remus’ cheeks, feeling the bones that stood sharply, and then running his fingers over the jaw. Remus was gazing down at him and running his hands through Sirius’ hair.
“Sirius, I love you,” he said. Sirius felt as through his face could split from how wide he was smiling. “I love you, too,” he whispered.
Sirius lifted to his tiptoes and pressed his lips to remus’. There was no desperation this time. Just pure joy. A sweetness to their lips. It left Sirius’ stomach in knots.
“So are we, like, boyfriend boyfriend now?” Sirius asked in a girly voice. Remus laughed. “Yeah,” he said sweetly. “I think we are.”
They broke apart, staring at each other once again.
“What do we tell Chloe and Alex?” Sirius asked. Remus’ face turned panicked for a second. “Oh yeah,” he muttered.
“They’ll understand,” Sirius tried to promise, just because he didn’t want Remus worrying. “Okay,” Remus said, uncertainty still clear in his voice.
Hand in hand, they walked back through the door together. Eyes all over the room turned to them, and Sirius suddenly became aware of the fact that there were still traces of crying in his face. He ducked his head, but felt a hand lift his chin. “It’s okay,” Remus whispered. Sirius took a breath. It was okay. Because Remus was his and they were next to each other.
When they approached Alex, they were surprised to see Chloe standing there with him. “Hey,” remus said, his confusion pretty clear in his voice. “Hi!” Alex replied, sounding rather chipper. “Hi,” Sirius said. Chloe looked up at him shyly. “Hello,” she said. Sirius glanced down to where Chloe was keeping her eyes to notice that her hand was linked with Alex’s. “Oh,” he said in surprise. Remus followed his glance. “Oh,” he whispered.
“So are you two-” Sirius began.
“You guys were busy,” Chloe rushed out, looking at Alex for backup. He looked between her and Sirius and Remus. “Yeah,” he said lamely. Remus raised his eyebrows at Sirius.
“Hey, excuse me,” Chloe said suddenly. “We aren’t the only ones!” She pointed to Sirius and Remus’ hands. “Besides,” she continued, her voice becoming quieter. “You two are kind of perfect.” She offered them a sweet smile, which they returned.
“Well, you two seem pretty perfect, too” Remus interjected. “Do you guys know each other well?” He asked.
“We were partners in defense against the dark arts for that dementor project,” Alex said. “Ah,” Remus replied.
Suddenly, James called out over the crowd. “ABOUT DAMN TIME!” Sirius and Remus looked over to him. “LILY, YOU OWE ME FIVE SICKLES! THEY STARTED DATING BEFORE WINTER!”
Sirius and Remus laughed, blushing. Then they took to the dance floor. “I made a request,” Remus said. “I think you owe me this song.”
Iris began to play through the speakers for the second time that night. Remus sent a wink over to Peter, who was standing by the cds. A girl wondered over to where Peter was standing with s cup, which she handed to him. “That must be the girl,” Sirius whispered. They looked for a moment before turning their eyes to each other.
“I’m sorry,” Sirius said. “For all of this,” Remus shook his head. “No, this was my fault. I knew you weren’t flirting with Chloe. I just, I don’t know-”
“It’s okay,” Sirius promised. Remus smiled in relief before pressing his hands to the small of Sirius’ back, and twirling him around the dance floor. They spent the rest of the night dancing, staring at each other. They didn’t. Stop touching once, not even as they stumbled through the dorm door at 3 in the morning and layed down in Remus’ bed, where they cuddled and fell asleep together. Remus, with his nose in Sirius’ hair and Sirius with his lips pressed to remus’ neck.
the assignment is to create a room space in maya based off of a character or historical figure and i chose to do sirius black. These are some images that are going to be on the wall of his bedroom
1. is his ancestor (grandfather? great grandfather?) Phineas Nigellus Black, who was one of the former headmasters of hogwarts (predecessor of Dippit who was predecessor of Dumbledore). tried to emulate a classical looking oil painting
2&3. are poloroid photos sirius took of his friends. There’s a few more to come (i’m planning on doing 5-10) but this is what i have so far. The first is of remus, and the second is of peter, lily, and james
basically my goal for this project is to create the bedroom of a 17 year old english boy living in the 1970s. His bedroom itself will be sort of gothic in style with elongated decorations and furniture and a large portrait over the bed of Phineas Nigellus Black. The room is going to then look as if it’s decorated by a 17 year old boy from the 1970s full of posters of rock bands and girls in bikinis, photos of his friends, a record player, a messy bed, textbooks on the floor etc. Then there’s going to be an element of “this takes place in the harry potter world” where there’s going to be quidditch gear among his mess and a wand on his desk.
I’ll post the full renders of the room when i’m done