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home is where the heart is; remus takes sirius to wales as a suprise, to meet his parents. hope imparts some motherly wisdom. it’s cute, and remus is welsh. i swear

2.2k words. sorry about any bad welsh, I do not speak the language.

Sirius propped his feet on the dash, heavy boots making a loud thump against the dashboard. He looked over at Remus, silver eyes lit up with joy as his hair whipped around in the airflow from the open window. His eyes scanned over the expression on Remus’s face, trying to read what was going on. He knew Remus wanted to surprise him, and he wasn’t against suprises. But that didn’t mean he liked not knowing. Not when he was could see Remus was excited, and he just wanted to share in that joy. “Moony–“ He whinged, his grey eyes blown wide as he notices the way the sun illuminates Remus’s hair and his face, like a halo. “Where’re you taking me?” He knows his voice comes out as a smooth whine, and he could only hope that Remus found it endearing.

“You’ll figure it out, Pads. Promise.”

“Ugh” He groans, throwing himself back on the passenger seat. “Fine Moony, don’t tell me. But then I’m choosing the next cassette!”

“No, you’re not. I’m driving, I pick the music!”

“Well then tell me, Moonshine!”

“Pads, I promise you, I’m not taking you anywhere you won’t want to be.” I hope lingers on the tip of his tongue, but remains unsaid. He thinks– hell– he hopes that Sirius won’t be upset that he hasn’t driven him to Paris, or somewhere equally exciting.

“Please Moonbeam! Moon of my life! Please just tell me where we’re going!”

“Iesu mawr! Cau'r ffyc i fyny” dear god, shut the fuck up. Remus says it with that sweet, Welsh lilt to his voice that he always has, and the reverence that he always has when he’s talking to his best mate.

He knew that Sirius was starting to go a bit nutty in the Potter house. It was lovely, having Euphemia and Fleamont around all the time, and it was great to spend all of his time with James. He knew Sirius would never complain. But there were parts of Sirius that were quieter, parts that he knew he hid from James. Things that came from the silencing charms he put on his bed every night, or the way he didn’t like to talk in the morning, because his throat felt too raw. It was so fantastic that the Potters had taken him in, but Remus and James both knew that some time away would do him some good. That, combined with the fact that James, Euphemia, and Fleamont were off to a cousin’s wedding this week, one that Sirius didn’t know, gave Remus the perfect opportunity to take his best mate up to meet his parents. His parents, who he hoped wouldn’t embarrass him with baby pictures and talking about the letters Remus wrote about the way Sirius’s eyes lit up in the moonlight, or the way his laugh could make Remus’s whole day.

“Remus, are you taking me to Wales?” Sirius asked, his voice like a quiet scale on a piano. Remus wondered if it was soft around the edges because he wanted to go or because he didn’t, but at this point, he didn’t have the option to turn back around. Not tonight, at least. The original plan had been for Sirius and Trixie, the Potter House Elf to spend the week at their estate, but Remus had immediately told James in his last letter that it was a dumb idea. There was no way when they came home, that Sirius would not regress into the shell of a person that he had been just a few short months ago. If he were left to his own devices, Sirius would lose his mind.

Remus tried to suppress the smile on his face, or the way a blush heated up his cheeks, but it didn’t work. Instead, Remus had a small smile on his face and a beet red neck, but Sirius could see the joy written all over him. Sirius’s shoulders; however, tensed incredibly swiftly. When Remus said they were going on an adventure for a few days, Sirius had mentally prepared himself for lying in bed, intertwined with Remus, all soft touches and softer smiles, the way they had had for the majority of sixth year. He steeled himself to the possibility of finally telling Remus he liked him, that he wanted those touches to be more than when his mind was convinced he was trapped in the walls of Grimmauld place, or when Remus forgot that the person came before the wolf. But all of those thoughts were wiped clean from his mind, when the beaten up old care pulled into the gravel path off the main road, and pulled up in front of a small cottage.

“Rem, this isn’t–“ Sirius started, his eyes wide and his smile large with admiration.

“I told you that you’d figure it out you bloody drewgi.” smelly dog.

“Nobody’s met your parents, Rem! Are you sure!”

“We’re already here, Pads, can’t exactly back out now can I.”

Remus pulled a key from his keyring, something that still amazed Sirius to no end. Why, when he had a wand, did he need a keyring. Nonetheless, Sirius was thankful for it. Thankful, because he got to watch Remus’s hands, his beautiful, confident fingers, make quick work of unlocking the door.

“Mam! Tad! Rydw i adref!” Mom! Dad! I’m home!

A disheveled looking man with the same fluffy tawny hair made his way down the stairs, and Sirius wondered if this was what coming home would feel like for him someday. If someday that smile that Moony wore would be the same smile that he wore when he walked into the Potter manor. But this was no Manor. Sirius scanned the room and noticed it immediately. It was the same small cottage on the outside as it was on the inside, no bells, whistles, or magic to make it something new. It was a cottage, that smelled much more strongly of that same something that Sirius could smell on Remus’s jumpers but never place.

“Ah! Young Master Black! Welcome! I’m Lyall Lupin, Remus’s dad.”

“Mae'n gwybod pwy ydych chi, Tad.” He knows who you are, Dad. Remus mumbled beside him, clearly exasperated. Sirius nodded, reaching out his hand to shake Lyall’s. Lyall’s hands, just like Remus’s, were confident, and Lyall wore that same tired expression that Moony always had. Sirius wondered if it ran in the family, or if something else was going on.

“Mae eich mam eisiau eich gweld chi yn ei hystafell. Bydd hi'n falch iawn o gwrdd â'ch Sirius.” Your mother wants to speak to you in her room. She’ll be delighted to meet your Sirius.

“Rydych chi'n codi cywilydd arna i.” You’re embarrassing me!

“Ewch ymlaen wedyn! Fe af ag ef i'ch ystafell a phan fyddwch wedi siarad, gallwch eu cyflwyno” Go on then! I'll take him to your room and when you're done talking, you can introduce them.

Silently, Sirius hoped he wouldn’t be left alone, but when Remus started to walk away, not looking back at Sirius to gesture for him to follow, he knew he had no choice.

Remus walks up to his mam’s room with a bit of pep in his step. Hope Lupin, his favorite person in the entire world. He was so thankful for the summer holidays, because it allowed him just a bit more time. A bit more time to sit beside her and talk about her romantic theories of the world, about how beautiful everything is. A bit more time, to talk to his mam about school, about books he’s read, about anything because he knew just as well as Lyall did, that the time was dwindling to a close. When he finally arrives at her room, just a week after he had been here last (James had demanded his attention, if he was coming all the way out to the east side of England, for at least a week) and is startled by the sight of her. He felt like she looked so much sicker, even though it had only been seven days.

“Remus, fy nghariad. Croeso adref.” Remus, my love. Welcome home. She smiles at him, and it’s almost enough to make him forget the breathing apparatus in her nose. Almost.

“Mam, beth ddigwyddodd? Sut wnaethoch chi - rydych chi wedi bod yn sâl.” Mam, what happened? How did you– you’ve been sick.

“Fy machegan” She tuts, shaking her head with the saddest, most knowing look he’s ever seen. “Mae popeth sydd gyda ni yn cael ei fenthyg, cariad. Mae'n mynd i fod yn iawn. Rwy'n addo.” Everything we have is borrowed, love. It’s going to be okay. I promise. (This is a Welsh Proverb). He doesn’t want to cry. Not when Sirius is in the next room over, ready to meet his mother for the first time. But he also wants to make sure she’s alright.

“Felly ydy e yma? Rydw i eisiau cwrdd â'r bachgen hwn rydych chi wedi dweud cymaint wrtha i amdano! ” So is he here? I want to meet this boy you’ve told me so much about!”

“Mam!” He whines, a smile breaking out on his face. The smile Hope returns to him is identical, and had Sirius been in the room, he’s sure that the boy would have commented on how alike they truly look.

“Rwy'n addo dim ond codi cywilydd arnoch chi yn Gymraeg, Remus. Nawr dywedwch wrthyf, a ydych wedi dweud wrtho eto?” I promise to only embarrass you in Welsh, Remus. Now tell me, have you told him yet?

“Dim mam, nid wyf wedi dweud wrth fy ffrind gorau fod gen i wasgfa arno.” No mam, I have not told my best mate that I have a crush on him.

“Why on Earth not, Remus! If I’ve said it once, I’ve said it a million times. You never know until you try.”

“I know Mam. I promise I’ll tell him eventually.”

“Promise you’ll tell him while you two are here. I want to know how he reacts.”

Remus let’s out that same tired sigh he always has, and it’s one he’s also inherited from Hope Lupin. Remus calls Sirius towards the room, smiling at his mom as best as he can even though his eyes have welled with tears. He knows why she wants him to speak to Sirius about his feelings. He knows it’s because she wants to still be around when her son finds his first love. And despite how confident Remus is in his own feelings about Sirius, he can’t tell her whether or not they’ve been reciprocated because he doesn’t know. His mum just wants to make sure that if she can see her son’s first relationship, she does.

“Sirius, this is my mam. Mam, this is Sirius.” He introduces, and Sirius is struck by her. Sure, she’s propped up in a bed, nose occupied by a see-through bit of tubing and features gaunt. But she looks so like Remus, down to the stars in their eyes, that her illness is one of the last things he truly notices about her. He’s so struck, he does the only thing he can do, the thing he’s been trained all his life to do. He steps forward, and bows.

“Sirius!” Remus was startled by the reaction, and in response he provides a gentle elbow to the ribs. “My mam’s a muggle. You don’t need to bother with all that trite.”

“Mae'n well gen i, fy machgen. Gadewch iddo chwysu ychydig.” I rather like it, my boy. Let him sweat a bit.

“Mam–“

“Pleasure to meet you Mrs. Lupin. Remus has told us, the other boys and I that is, a lot about you.” Remus is shocked because Sirius sounds so nervous. Maybe his mother was right, maybe Sirius was sweating a bit. Either way, he could not be more thrilled with the way this was going.

The boys enjoyed their time in Wales, and on the final day, Remus resolved to do what he had promised his mom he would. He resolved to tell Sirius how he felt, if only so that he’d be able to tell his mom that he had. To talk to her, have her help him with love, the thing she believed in, in nothing else. What he hadn’t expected, was for Sirius to make it so easy.

“When we arrived, what’d your mom think of me, Moons?”

“My–My mam?” He starts, eyes still cast over the horizon, past the cliffs amongst which they were sitting.

“Yeah, Re, your mom. I heard my name while you were talking. Besides, I want to know if I have the Hope Lupin seal of approval.”

Remus stutters out a soft oh. It’s now or never, but that doesn’t mean the whole thing doesn’t set his teeth on edge. “She wanted me to tell you something.” He begins, taking a deep breath. If he didn’t force this admission out of himself right now, he wasn’t sure he’d ever have the chance, or the courage, to do it again.

“What’d she want you to tell me?”

“Sirius I– I really fancy you.” He knows that even though his eyes are screwed shut, they should be open, he should be making sure that Sirius doesn’t hate him for this.

“You – you really–“

“Yeah, but I know you don’t….” He pauses, biting down on his lower lip. “Merlin, I know you’re not a shirt lifter. Just– nothing has to change, she just really wanted me to tell you.”

“Remus” Sirius sighs, and it almost sounds like the Lupin family exasperated sigh. “Where in Godric’s name did you get the daft notion that I don’t fancy you.”

Before Remus knows it, the boys are kissing in the light Welsh rainfall, hair full of sea spray and adoration. when they pull apart, the only thing he can think about is how he can’t wait to tell his mom.

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