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isolemnlyswear · 3 years

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hello! can i request a modern marauder (you pick) x popstar!fem!reader (while they're still in hogwarts) to the song breathin by ariana grande as if it were the reader's song? <3 <3

breathin

a/n : this is the most specified request i've ever gotten, so it's kinda shitty ! i really have never wrote anything like this - at all - and i didn’t know if the reader was meant to be a muggle or not ????????? so i made them not one. bc you’re anon i cant ask you questions abt your request, so next time please specify!

continued a/n : wow, this is interesting. i dont like it, but !!! hope u enjoy????

warnings : swearing, bad writing

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Remus sighed, glaring at the raven-haired boy beside him.

“What, s’gonna be fun!” Sirius grins, and the lycanthrope who’s refuting him simply laughs.

“Fun? Your idea of fun is a packed concert - full of muggles, nonetheless - for this...popstar woman?” Remus says incredulously, and Sirius raises an eyebrow.

“Oh, ho, ho, this is not any popstar, Moony. Plus, what else are we gonna do over the summer? Sulk around at your parents’ house?” Sirius grins again, and Remus lets out a sigh.

“The latter I can agree with. But who is this girl, anyway?” Remus inquires, and Sirius reaches into his back pocket to acquire his phone. Although Hogwarts doesn't allow modern technology, both Sirius and Remus have their own each for the summers. With how phone-centered the modern world is, they couldn't not.

He swipes through to find a picture of you - one obtained from your Instagram, which has over four million followers - and holds it up to Remus.

“Merlin,” he breathes, eyes scanning the image.

You're wearing a brown leather dress, the shoulders poking up just barely. Your hair is framing your face, legs tucked under you in a half-crouch, and you're looking into the camera with lips perfectly parted. It was one you took for the shoot of your newest album, and a particular favorite of yours.

“Gorgeous, right? She’s really talented, as well.” Sirius grins, looking at his best friend, who is unresponsive, with eyes glued on the screen. “Moony?” he waves a hand over the brunette’s face, who snaps out of his trance.

“Hmm? Oh, yeah. Sure.” Remus says, blinking a few too many times.

“So, you up for it now?”

“Alright,” Remus replies, nodding at Sirius, who pumps his fists into the air with a grin.

“She's American, but doing a show in London in a few weeks,” Sirius informs, smiling.

“American, huh? How old is she?” Remus asks, settling back into the couch they're perched on.

“That's the best part. She's our age - just turned eighteen.” Sirius grins again, putting his phone away.

“Oh yeah? You say that like she'd notice us. Never gonna happen, Pads.” Remus smiles, shaking his head.

“Expect the unexpected, mon amie.”

---

You're fiddling anxiously with your fingers, hands out of use as someone else is doing your makeup, rather than yourself.

“Almost done, Miss L/N,” Madelyn, your makeup artist, says, brushing a soft highlighter over your cheekbones.

“Mads, I told you that you can call me Y/N. You only do my makeup every day,” you say, closing your eyes as the woman pats highlighter into your inner corner.

“And...” she mists your face with setting spray, “...Done!”

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About four hours later, your back is facing the crowd that's piled into the venue, stage lights shut off as only the sounds of quiet murmurs and shuffling feet hit your ears.

And then, the lights come on with a thumping click, and you begin the routine that you've practiced time and time again.

The music to your first song, the least vocally challenging of the set, begins, and you turn around with a sway of your hips.

Holding the mic to your mouth, you begin a one-step, two-step rhythm, one that's second nature to you; your eyes survey the crowd, left hand reaching to flip your hair.

The tune changes, and the beat is faster, now, as the lights begin to flash and your voice, in a habitual fashion, changes to match. You stride out rhythmically to the center of the stage.

You crouch in a fluid movement, thankful for the coverage your outfit gives you. It's a black sparkling jumpsuit, bottoms being a high-waisted, glimmering fabric with two side flaps, connected at your stomach to a matching corset-like top.

After a few minutes of usual song/dance routines, followed by cheers from the crowd, you decide it's time for a crowd interaction. It's difficult, resisting the urge to pull out your wand and cast a silencing charm to get the group's attention, but you opt for speech, instead.

"Alright, alright, everybody," you say into the mic with a laugh, eyes scanning the crowd for someone to converse with.

There's one man - his ebony hair is swishing as he speaks - who's bouncing up and down like an eager dog, and you laugh.

"We all excited to be here? In London!" you say, garnering numerous cheers and screams from the group.

"I can tell you are." You walk over to the raven-haired boy, who's in front row, and crouch down. He'd previously cheered extremely loud, confirming his excitement.

The boy makes a loud whoop'ing noise, getting a laugh from his friend.

His friend.

You continue to speak, walking over to someone else, but now your eyes are glued on him.

He looks about your age, with beautifully disheveled sandy brown hair and chocolate eyes. He has numerous scars littering his face, some new and red, some older and whitening.

You can't help but wonder what the scars are from, and you feel a strange attachment to the boy, though you've never spoken before.

And after a while, it's time for your final song. About a thirds of the way through, at your favorite part, you meander back over to the boys.

You lean over, disguising your position as a simple concert move, but you're really staring into the brunette's eyes.

"You remind me of a time when things weren't so complicated." The words fall from your mouth effortlessly, and you're able to search the boy's eyes as you sing. There's a spark in them, a glimmer of light that pulls you in.

"All I need is to see your face." You sing, still singing almost directly to the brunette.

You need to see more of him, you suddenly think. And you continue to sing the song, but all that swims around in your brain is a plan. A plan to erase the mystery behind the boy.

The show comes to a close, but before everyone has left, you pull your manager aside.

"Hey, Martin, this- this is an odd request, but could you ask these two boys to come backstage? That sounds, um, interesting, but would y'mind-"

"What do they look like?" Martin interrupts you, and you sigh in relief.

"One has longer black hair, and the other... sorta sandy brown hair, and some scars on his face. Can you find them from that?"

"I'll try."

You nod and thank him, running backstage to your small lounge and bathroom to await your mysterious visitors, changing quickly into clothes that are more comfortable; a simple silk dress, in a y/f/c hue, and a sweater to go over it.

You fiddle with your wand in your hands, mentally berating yourself.

It was quite a reckless decision, really. It's not like you had a valid reason for inviting these people to such a VIP space such as this. Just because you feel some weird connection to one of them didn't mean you could disregard everything. These boys are probably muggles, and you are not. Merlin, you're getting shipped off to Scotland next year after being home-schooled by your magical parents for eighteen years - just in time for your last year of school -going to a boarding school called Hogwarts (which would be a PR nightmare, but your parents insisted you needed some 'real-life experience').

But amidst your train of thought, you hear a knock at your door - two taps, three taps, your manager's code that it's okay to open the door - and you shove your wand into your (enlarged via Engorgio charm) pocket.

You stride over to the door, fiddling with the hem of your sweater, and open it to see Martin.

"Here they are, Miss L/N." He steps to the side to reveal the two boys, the darker-haired male standing in front, and you refrain from gasping when he steps forward, allowing you full view of the other boy.

The scars on his face are glimmering in the light, and his eyes are warm, pulling you in with every glance. His hair is perfectly tousled, and he's tall, over six foot two, or so you'd guess.

"Come in," you say, stepping aside to allow them entrance. You nod to Martin, signalling him to leave, and he does so, shutting the door and leaving you with the pair.

"Holy shit," the raven-haired boy says, and you realize he's only slightly shorter, about an inch less.

You laugh slightly, gesturing for them to sit down.

"Why are we back here?" the shorter one says, and you smile. He's made himself comfortable, seemingly the more outgoing, but the other one is still standing awkwardly beside you.

"You can relax, I'm not interrogating you," you say, smiling at the taller boy, who seems to let out a breath. "Why don't you introduce yourselves, and then we can talk, okay?"

"I'm Sirius, Sirius Black." The boy runs a hand through his dark hair, grinning.

"Ah, like the constellation? Brightest star in the sky," you say, and he nods.

"I'm, um, Remus. Remus Lupin," the other boy says tentatively, offering a smile.

"Hi, Remus," you say, nodding. "I don't want to assume you know my name, I'm aware you're not American, but considering you're at this concert-"

"Of course, we know your name, we're British, not daft," Sirius says with a playful scoff, and you laugh. "You're Y/N."

"That I am," you say with a giggle, and Remus grins. Your heart stops for a moment, the world coming to a halt as his eyes meet yours.

Sirius clears his throat, and a blush spreads onto the apples of your cheeks. You gulp, looking down.

"So, you didn't answer my question," Sirius starts, tilting his head, but Remus kicks his shin.

"Pads, chill," he whispers, shaking his head. Sirius shakes his head, looking at you.

"It's fine, really. 'M not that interesting, no need to be uptight," you say, smiling again.

"I'd beg to differ," Remus breathes.

After what feels like no time at all, but is really three hours, you've gotten any and all formalities out of the way. Well, all but one - you're still unsure if they're muggles, and they don't know that you're a witch, either.

That is, until Remus gets up to go to the restroom, and something tumbles out of his pocket.

Your first thought is how did something that long fit in a jean pocket, but then you see what it is.

It's a wand, about ten inches, cypress wood, with a small bulb at the end of it. You gasp, and Remus goes pale, stumbling to pick it up.

"Is that-" you start, but Sirius cuts you off.

"It's nothing," he says quickly, but you shake your head.

"That's a wand," you say slowly, and Remus is wide-eyed, nervously fidgeting.

"It-"

"No, no, no," you say, reaching into the pocket of your sweater and pulling out your own. Sirius and Remus simultaneously gasp as you brandish it in your hands, and you grin.

"You're a witch?" Remus asks, jaw slack.

"You're a wizard?" you return, raising an eyebrow.

"Fuck yeah we are!" Sirius says, and you grin.

"What school?" Remus inquires, and you purse your lips.

"I was home-schooled, but this year - for my last one - I'm going to this school called Hogwarts? D'you know it?" you explain, garnering another gasp from the pair.

"That's where we go," Remus says, and your eyes light up.

"Really?!" you ask excitedly.

"Yeah! I guess you'll have some friends when you get there, at least," Remus assures, grinning.

"I bet Remus wishes you had a boyfriend to greet you," Sirius says, disguised with some coughs, and you blush. Remus kicks his friend in the shin again, and turns to you with a sigh.

"Sorry, he doesn't know what he's talking about," he says, and you raise an eyebrow.

"Does he not?" you ask flirtatiously, and it's Remus's turn to blush.

"Uh-"

"We'll just have to see, won't we?" you say with a mischievous grin, one returned by the sandy-haired boy in front of you.

#remus lupin x reader #wolfstar #sirius black x reader #remus lupin fanfiction #remus lupin #remus lupin fluff #marauders

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enbysiriusblack · 3 years

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The Parents

"Can you hear?" Sirius whispered to Peter. Peter shook his head, before sighing and moving away to give Remus room.

Remus' pressed his ear against the heavy wooden door, only catching bits and pieces of the conversation inside.

"I think I can hear your mum, Pete" Remus whispered.

Peter stepped closer again, "what did she say?"

Remus looked back at Peter, "I'm sorry..."

Peter' eyes widened and zir expression turned worried.

"She said... she said your adopted" Remus finished, a grin spreading on his lips.

James and Sirius covered their mouths in an effort to stop laughing.

Peter glared at Remus, and hit him on the arm, "you dick!"

Remus started laughing alongside James and Sirius, soon followed by Peter.

They forgot all about having to keep quiet, and soon Fleamont had opened the door and was staring at the laughing four.

Remus looked up and spotted Fleamont smiling at them with a raised eyebrow.

"We've been compromised"

The other three looked up to see Fleamont.

"I told you four to go to bed, or at least into James' room, didn't i?" Fleamont said, herding them up the stairs.

Sirius sat down on the stairs, and pointed a finger at Fleamont, "did you really expect us to actually do that, though?"

Fleamont let out a small laugh and shook his head as he patted Sirius softly on the back to get xem moving upstairs again.

Once they were all at the top, Fleamont walked back down.

"Daddd!! can you at least tell us the basis of what your talking about... if you're not letting us eavesdrop, which is completely unreasonable by the way" James said, his arms crossed, the others nodding in agreement behind him.

Fleamont turned around and lifted a finger go his lips before going back downstairs and waving a hand at the boys, telling them to go go their room.

Fleamont entered back into the lounge and shut the door behind him.

He sat back down next to his wife and lifted up the tray of biscuits in the middle of the table to offer to everyone.

Hope Lupin took a biscuit, before continuing her story.

"So, when Lyall and I arrived back home, he was covered head to toe in salt and had burnt down his whole bedroom."

"Why did he cover himself in salt?" Fleamont asked, laughing at the story.

Hope grinned, "he thought it would stop himself from getting burnt by the fire, I have no clue where he got that idea from, he comes up with the strangest ideas sometimes"

Lyall put down the tea, "this was the.. second?"

Lyall turned to his wife for clarification, "oh I think it was... the third time? remember the ketchup incident?"

Lyall nodded, "oh yes, yes. It was the third time he had started a fire in the house. So luckily I had set up some charms to stop it spreading"

Euphemia laughed, "and he seems the most innocent of the lot"

Hope nodded, "its all a facade, don't let him into your kitchen, Mia"

"The only one I trust in the kitchen is Pete, bless him. Although Sirius is excellent with baking with chocolate, for some reason"

All the parents started laughing and giggling at that.

"I wonder why that is" Lyall said, a smirk on his face.

Just then, the fire place started spewing and turning a different colour.

"Oh that must be Minerva" Fleamont commented, getting up to put another kettle on.

Mcgonagall popped through, as Fleamont shouted from the kitchen, "sugar, Minerva?"

She say down on the empty seat, and replied, "oh no thank you, just milk please"

The conversation started up again.

"Oh Lydia I love your shoes, are you the reason for Sirius' latest obsession of buying Doc Martens?" Euphemia said

Ms Pettigrew twirled her boot covered foot, "they fell in love as soon as xe saw me wearing them"

Fleamont entered back into the room and placed the tea in front of Mcgonagall.

"Me and Fleamont were planning on getting them a pair for xyr birthday in a few months"

Lydia shuffled forwards in her seat, "oh, I'm so glad you told me. I've got a box of laces I've been meaning to get rid off, perhaps I could get Petey to give them to Sirius to go with their new shoes on xyr birthday"

"Oh that would be excellent, they'd love that" Euphemia replied, a teacup to her lips.

At that moment, Mcgonagall put down her tea and looked around the room.

"Is everything all right, Minerva?" Fleamont said, confused.

A small smile flickered onto her lips as she glimpsed out the window, "James and Peter are at the window"

The parents turned to the window that Mcgonagall had gestured towards, just in time to see James and Sirius fighting over the looking spot, Remus standing just behind them and having spotted the adults, he waved back at them. Peter' eyes went wide and ze ducked from the window, out of view.

Hope waved back at Remus, Lyall sighed and shook his head, Lydia sighed, Fleamont made his way outside, Mcgonagall smiled and took a biscuit, and Euphemia moved closer to the glass and tapped on it to get Sirius and James' attention.

After a moment, James and Sirius heard her and saw they had been caught.

"Why's Minnie here?" Sirius shouted through the glass.

Fleamont had made his way to the marauders.

"I'm just the designated sheepdog tonight, huh?" He said, as he waved to boys back inside.

He stood in front of the door to the lounge and nudged his head to tell them to go back upstairs.

However Peter quickly swooped past him and as Fleamont turned go get Peter back, the other three ran past him.

"Why is Minnie here, mum?" James said as soon as they got in the room.

Fleamont stood behind them, and ruffled James' hair before squeezing past them and back into the room.

"And why are you all cohorting with each other... are you planning a prank?" Sirius asked, suspicious of the adults.

Mcgonagall raised an eyebrow, "you think we're planning a prank?"

Sirius nodded, "who knows what you get up to in your free time, Minnie"

"Well I can ensure you I dont waste my time with pranks, Sirius" she replied.

Sirius stared back at her, not believing a word she said.

Euphemia stood up from the couch, "you boys really stood be getting to bed now, its very late"

James, Sirius, and Peter looked at her in defiance, glaring at her suggestion of sleeping. Peter yawning as ze did so, defeating the purpose of the glare.

However, Remus nodded and looked longingly to the door.

James put his arm around Remus and nodded, figuring Remus was tired and did want to actually sleep now. It was past midnight, after all.

"Traitor" Sirius said affectionately, before marching back out the door.

All four, raised their arms to salute in unison, before clamoring upstairs.

"So, I didn't just come here for pleasure, I do have some news for you" Mcgonagall said.

"I've decided to make Remus a prefect for next year"

Hope smiled widely, and hugged Mcgonagall.

"He'll be so happy about it, thank you so much"

Mcgonagall waved her hand dismissively, "he deserves to get it, he's been working so hard since the start of school. And although he has triple the amount of detentions of an average student, he works 5× as hard"

"He'll love it, and it will be a great help for finding a job, if only short term.. but just to make sure, the pins aren't silver are they?" Lyall asked, worried.

Mcgonagall shook her head, "they normally are but I've gotten Albus to change the metal this year, and for the quidditch captain badges to"

Their faces grew confused.

"Why would you need to do that for the quidditch captain roles?" Hope asked.

Mcgonagall smiled, "well sharing a dorm with the gryffindor quidditch captain, he's bound to come into contact with the badge"

"You mean... James is-?" Euphemia asked, grinning.

Mcgonagall nodded.

Fleamont whooped, and grinned, "the poor team members that have to listen to that arrogant bastard"

Euphemia hit him gently with a cloth. "You're the one he gets his arrogant confidence from"

Fleamont leant in to kiss her, "well you're the one he gets his bossy leadership from"

"How is Pomfrey doing?" Lydia asked Mcgonagall.

"Very well, she was going to come along tonight but she was called away to st mungos to offer some advice for one of the patients there" Mcgonagall replied.

"I'm so glad Remus is able to be treated by her after the fulls, best mediwitch in the country" Hope said.

Mcgonagall nodded, "I'll tell her you said so"

"How's your whole love life going, Lydia?" Fleamont asked.

"I've been seeing this new woman for a quite a few months now, its turning into something fairly serious, she met Petey a few weeks ago. But I'm not sure how to break it to her about the wizarding world if we do get even more serious, she's a muggle see" Lydia replied.

Hope nodded, "well for me. Seeing a boggart definitely made me believe Lyall when he told me about the wizarding world. So I'd say you should definitely try to show her some magic before telling her perhaps. Not many of us would really believe in it all without seeing it for ourselves"

They chatted throughout the night, until the sun started to rise and they agreed to meet again in late September.

#i love the idea of the marauders parents just meeting up and chatting #marauders era #euphemia potter #fleamont potter #mrs pettigrew #hope lupin #lyall lypin #minerva mcgonagall #sirius black #james potter #remus lupin #peter pettigrew #marauders

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witchcraft-in-wonderland · 4 years

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Dimmed Lights (Pt.5)

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Roman's hands were shaking, he couldn't seem to focus on anything. He'd been home for all of ten minutes and he hadnt come out of his room the whole time, he didnt tell his mother what had happened.

This wasnt possible. This was all a dream or a hallucination. Tattoos didnt suddenly regain color like that, it was a light trick and nothing more than that. Roman kept telling himself this, he wasnt special, he was Soulless, that was all he'd ever be, no amount of friendship or oddly behaving lights or tattoos was going to change that.

"Ro? Sweetheart? Theres some boys here to see you," Roman froze as he heard his mother's voice from behind the locked door.

"Tell them I'm not here," Roman said, burying his face in his pillow.

"They're at the door with me sweetheart," Roman wanted to cry, he didnt want to see Virgil or Janus, not right now, not when he'd just run off on them. He wished he was a little kid again, small enough that Remus could hoist him over one shoulder like a potato sack, small enough that he was considered cute enough that no one paid close attention to his tattoos, small enough that marks were meaningless to him outside of school.

"Tell them to go away," Roman said, stifling the tears threatening to fall from his eyes. His phone screen flashed, he looked down, it was Hestia.

Hestia: I had to head home because I promised I wouldnt be out longer than two hours, I hope you feel better soon and I'll try to bring you something tomorrow ok?

Roman: Thanks Hestia, I'm fine though, dont worry about it

Hestia: Ok Roman, promise me you arent lying?

Roman stared at the screen for a few seconds, it should have been easy to type the response of 'I'm not', but he couldnt seem to bring himself to do it, so he just sent a thumbs up emoji and tossed his phone to the side. Then he heard the door unlocking.

"Mom you couldve texted me if I needed to come down f-" Roman's vision was obscured by the black mass of clother that had found it's way into his room.

"Roman you scared the crap out of me!" Virgil said, holding tightly onto Roman's shoulders as he pulled away from the hug.

"You say that like it's a difficult job," Janus replied, Virgil glared at him, Roman suppressed the laugh building up in his stomach.

"But seriously Roman, are you alright? You seemed awfully troubled," Janus said, he was running his fingers through Roman's hair. Gods it felt nice, Roman didnt want him to stop, but he didnt want either of them there, he wanted to be alone but he wanted to be held. It was a flurry of feelings and Roman had no clue how to handle them.

"I-I uh-" he went quiet again, words were quickly making themselves scarce in his head. The tears that had been oh so good at staying behind his eyes finally began falling, much to the worry of Janus and Virgil, and much to the dismay of Roman.

"Oh Roman please dont cry, it's alright I promise," and Roman's face was buried in Janus' shirt, Virgil had already joined back in on the hug, Janus' cape wrapped around the three of them.

"Shhh. . . It's alright, you'll be ok Roman, you can do this, just breath," Janus continued whispering, Roman could barely register it through the fog in his head.

It took well over an hour before Roman finally calmed down, but by then the two boys had already left, and Roman was alone until school again.

Hestia wasn't on the bus that day, which had put Roman in a bad mood from the start. This only worsened from the passive aggressive comments on his tattoos, he wanted to curl up in a locker and never come out again, haunting the school sounded like a much better fate than whatever seemed to be playing out for him now. But of course, this plan required fate to be a fair person, and no abstract concept was ever fair if you werent a cookiecutter portion of society.

"Roman!" Roman looked up as he walked into the cafeteria, there was Virgil and Janus, sitting at their usual table, beckoning for him to come over.

So Roman sat at the very opposite end of the cafeteria. He couldnt do it, not today, not ever again. He couldnt drag anyone else down with him. He was Soulless and he was stupid and he mistook a stupid dream for a foolish reality, Virgil, Janus, and Hestia deserved a better friend. Roman was hardly worth the trouble.

He didnt speak to Janus in theatre either, merely moved away and stayed in the back as much as he could. At this point he didnt care if the other kids gave him worried looks, they had nothing to be worried about, that was just how things were.

This went on for weeks, and then the whispers in the hall began. He heard mentions of Virgil and Janus and so brushed it all off as some couple thing they'd done.

And then he heard the words 'new marks'. He didnt stop for long enough to hear the end of the conversation, instead he rushed off to the bathroom, taking off his hoodie, exposing his chest and arm.

And there, clear as they were all those days prior, two vibrant, and practically glowing, tattoos.

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babysizedfics · 3 years

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i dislike mondays. ugh. but because monday is piano day i wanna know do any of the sides play an instrument?? & how did they react when virgil showed up, how long did it take for them to become comfortable? -🌙

i cant think of the instruments atm hshshhs i dont wanna mix concepts

how the light sides reacted when virgil showed up and how they decided virgil could move in permanently

TWs: angst (hurt/comfort style), anxiety attack mentioned, mention of abuse (in mentioning that this is NOT abuse)

virgil arrived trembling very late on an autumn night

logan was already asleep and roman was in his room doing something, only patton heard the gentle tentative knock on their front door

when he pulled the door open, he saw what looked like a child with a large backpack hurrying away from the door, so he called out "excuse me? Did you knock?" and it isnt until the person freezes and turns around that patton realises it's virgil - one of the sides he hasnt actually seen in YEARS

virgil hugs himself tightly, scratching harshly at his hoodie sleeves, mouth opening and closing wordlessly, not able to speak to someone so unfamiliar

patton can see tear tracks on his cheeks

"hey, kiddo, do you wanna come inside?" patton asks very gently, holding the door open as wide as it will go and taking a step back to give virgil space

it takes a good few moments of virgils eyes darting between the door and pattons shoulder and the sidewalk behind him and his feet but eventually he tiptoes up to the house and hesitates a moment before stepping into the warmth

as he passes by patton is reminded of how young virgil is compared to all of them, he's so small, just above five foot patton reckons, with lanky legs and the slightest baby fat on his cheeks still - he's only 16 if patton remembers correctly. last time he saw virgil was when he was 10.

he's different sure, his hair is no longer white but dyed a dull black, hes taller and clearly wearing makeup - and either he lost his freckles or he owns very thick foundation - but patton recognises the tentative tiptoe walk and the way he looks at the ground and hugs himself. he's still the same vulnerable child patton wished he could have seen more of all those years ago were it not for janus distancing the dark sides from them all

virgil is shaking like a leaf and still hasnt spoken (patton has never heard him speak besides whispered one or two words phrases to janus when they used to all attend meetings together) but patton guides him through to the kitchen quietly and makes him some chamomile tea which he knows is meant to be good for anxiety

he doesnt get much of an idea of why virgil is there since he still hasnt spoken a word - patton doesnt know at this point that virgil is autistic or selectively mute - but he knows that there must be a reason that paranoia felt the safest place to be was a totally new environement. something must have happened at home

he doesnt actually ask virgil what happened, knowing if he wanted to say he would, and simply tells him that he is safe and nothing will hurt him here. its late, if he would like patton can drive him back ((virgil instantly goes wide eyed and teary and shakes his head and breathes faster - patton holds his hand up and gently continues)) but if not then he can stay the night and they can talk in the morning

theres no negative response to that so once virgil has finished with his tea (only drinking about a third of it) patton shows him to the spare room, points out where the bathroom is, and gets him settled

((continues below cut))

it isnt until the next morning at breakfast that patton informs logan and roman what happened and that virgil is still in the room upstairs. roman is completely offended that it happened without any prior warning, that an intruder snuck under his nose, and logan is merely shocked and curious as to what happened.

i wont develop on that first day much more at the moment - but essentially the sides can only be outside of their own abode for 7 days (rounded up to midnight on the last day). if they are in the OTHER house (subconscious or conscious) by the time that week is up, their function will adjust and be reassigned to that part of the mind

virgil stays for six days - after the second day he was comfortable enough around patton to speak to him if they were on their own, but not at length. mostly whispering and never more than a sentence at a time. he told patton that he had a fight with janus and that he didnt want to be in that house anymore but he didnt share any details.

patton didnt feel he NEEDED details. if virgil felt uncomfortable in that house he didnt see why virgil should be made to stay there.

roman refused to speak to virgil the entire time he stayed there

on the seventh day of virgil staying with them, logan tried to speak to him in the morning, explaining that he must go back to the other house before midnight, thats just how its meant to be. it triggered virgil to have an anxiety attack right there in the living room and logan very bewildered helped him get through it.

patton took virgil back up to the spare room and reassured him that if virgil didnt want to do something he didnt have to - that included living with the others. virgil whispered that this is how things are meant to be - repeating logans words - and patton was internally furious. he told virgil he would soeak to the other two

that evening in the last couple of hours before virgil is due to either go back or be destined to stay with them forever, patton has logan and roman sat in the kitchen and refuses to give up his case

i wrote this dialogue a few months ago but this is where it begins:

P: He's just a child!

R: He's hardly an innocent little lamb, Pat

P: Don't you two remember being 16? Roman when you were that young you were still in school, you still had braces

R, blushing: No need to reminsce...

P: Logan when you were sixteen he hadn't even been created yet, not for another year. You were still figuring out how the mindscape worked!

L: I... was it really so long ago?

P: And when I was sixteen Roman and-- they were still-- *sigh* We were all just children. We were confused and scared but at least we knew where we belonged.

L, gently: Patton. He belongs in the subconscious with the others

P: You're both ignoring the fact that the must be a reason why he doesn't want to be there anymore. Why he doesn't want to be with them

R, angry and ready to fight: Are you suggesting they abused him??

P: No!! No, he said thats not it--

L: The mindscape would have alerted us in some way. And we are all essentially facets of Thomas; even if we all behave differently and hold different values, it is not in any of our natures to be maliciously cruel.

R: then what did patton mean?

P: I mean you know what the others are like. How they behave, how they live. Virgil has been with us for six days now and I can't be the only one who's noticed how different he is from the rest of them. He's quiet and cautious and gentle. He's frightened

L: Janus and Remus are not above feeling fear

P: I know but... He obviously doesn't feel safe with them. He doesn't fit in there

R: Well he doesn't fit in here either!! We've already got our dynamic all worked out - The brains, the brawn, and the beauty! A fourth doesnt fit into that!

P: well then we'll adapt so he does fit in

R scoffs and storms toward the closed kitchen door

P: Roman, please--

R opens the door and everyone freezes to see Virgil stumble back from it, clearly having been listening to their conversation

P: Oh kiddo... We were just--

R, bitter: Eavesdropping, huh?

V remains silent and glares at romans feet, hugging himself tightly

R: see, paranoia can't even look me in the eyes! He's obviously up to--

V: virgil

R, shocked because its the first time he has heard V speak and its quiet: what?

V: n-not paranoia. virgil.

everyone is silent and V immediately regrets speaking. he turns and hurries back up to the spare room

L looks from where V ran away, back at P's dejected look, and nods to himself, taking a deep breath

R sees this and instantly knows what it means - Logan has made his mind up. and what he says goes

R, sarcastic: great

R storms out and runs up to his room, slamming the door hard enough for P and L to feel it rumble from downstairs

After a moment P starts to stand up to go check on R and V. Then L's hand stops him

L: He can stay

P looks at L, eyes full to the brim with tears, looking so so hopeful and relieved. he sinks back to his chair and takes L's hand tightly

P: really?!

L nods and pulls his hand from P's hold: Really. If the mindscape thought it necessary to Thomas' psyche it could have prevented Virgil from even finding his way here. But it didn't

P wipes at his eyes and smiles wobbily

L: And we do have a spare bedroom. Which honestly always baffled me, I didn't request it of the mindscape... I daresay this may be the exact reason we were equipped with a four-bedroom house

P gasps: You mean this was destiny??

L: That is a highly emotionally charged way of putting it. But yes quite possibly

P sniffles and instantly pulls Logan into a tight hug. L very awkwardly returns it, then pulls back

P: Logan thank you so SO much, you have no idea--

L: I have one condition though

P instantly nods and looks at L very intently with a big smile

L, hesitating: You need to inform Janus before midnight

P's smile drops. his eyes drift to the digital clock on the oven - 23:34

L: At exactly midnight the change will be made permanent. While this was within Virgil's right to have a say in the matter, Janus is still his legal guardian. He--

P: he deserves to know...

L, sympathetic: I can handle telling Roman and--

P, desperate: I want to tell Virgil!

L, smiling softly: as you wish

...

23:42

P holds the telephone to his ear and dials janus' number. It only rings once

J: Hello? Virgil??

P: It- It's Patton.

J: Is virgil still there??

P: yes he-

J: For goodness sake Patton, do you have any idea what day it is, what time it is!! He was only supposed to stay a few nights!

P: I--

J: are you dropping him off? Do I need to pick him up?? I'll get in the car right now

P: Janus, I'm sorry he-

J: is he hurt?!

P: No! No he's not hurt

J: Then why the hell isn't he back yet! You know we don't have much longer!!

P: Janus-

J: I swear to GOD if anythinf has happened to him-

P: he isnt coming back

J: ... what?

P: Virgil, um... He's staying here. For good

P: Janus, I--

*janus hangs up*

Patton stays frozen, hand over his mouth and eyes burning with unshed tears. he slowly lowers the phone back to the table, then sees movement in the corner of his eye. he gasps and quickly looks up.

virgil is standing just around the corner and jumps at pattons reaction, clearly highly strung. patton smiles reassuringly despite the tears in his eyes. "hey kiddo. sorry if i scared you"

virgil shrugs a little stiffly. it makes his backpack fall down his arm - and patton realises virgil has packed all his things in his bag again

"um.. do i- do i need to walk?" virgil asks, shaky and small

patton bites his lip and very slowly and carefully approaches virgil, stopping when virgil took a step back

"do you want to go back?" patton asks sincerely

virgil shakes his head immediately, strongly

patton nods to himself, but still prompts "are you completely sure?"

virgil slumps a little, voice even quieter. "i-i can go if you want"

"no" patton quickly says "no kiddo, i didnt mean that at all. youre allowed to stay if you want to"

virgil actually meets pattons eyes for the first time in his life - only for a second, but it blows patton away a little - "really??"

patton smiles sadly. "really really" then he turns serious. this is a serious matter after all. "but its permanent, okay? and if you change your mind or not thats completely fine but you have to do it in the next-" he checks his phone "-7 minutes so that I have enough time to drive you back"

virgil blinks hard and takes a big measured breath at that. he even sways a little and patton holds his arms out - not touching virgil but offering him something to hold if he needs to

virgil tentatively holds onto the sleeve of pattons fleece. "can, um... am i allowed to sit down?"

"of course, kiddo, come on" and patton leads him to the living room

they sit on the couch, just a couple of feet between them. by virgils doing - pat sat down first and let virgil sit wherever he pleased. when virgil didnt take the seat furthest and instead sat right next to pstton, the older side knew virgil must need comfort

and for the next few minutes virgil just sat and breathed a little too shallow and fast and looked at his phone every moment to check the time. it was the longest few minutes of either of their lives, sitting in silence and waiting for virgil to make up his mind

at least thats what patton thought, until he saw the time reading 23:58

it was well past the time they had to leave if they could get virgil back in time. virgil wasnt making up his mind - he was counting down the seconds until he was officially free from the subconscious

and then the clock hits midnight and virgil goes deadly tense and still, as if he's waiting for his phone to blow up in his face or something. neither of them moves or speaks, its been silent for minutes but this is deafening

but after a minute or two with no exploding phone or whatever else virgil expected, he breathes a big shaky sigh. he looks hesitantly up at patton, eyes falling just to the right of his head to avoid eye contact "is-is that it?"

patton nods slowly, a little stunned himself. "i guess so. do you feel any different?"

virgil blinks and frowns. then whispers "i'm... anxiety."

"you feel anxious?"

virgil picks at a loos thread on his ripped jeans. "y-yeah but... but my function"

"oh!" patton gasps, not knowing what else to say. he goes for reassurance. "well that's okay. whatever you are, you're still virgil."

"i... do i live here now?" virgil whispers, and the hope and relief in his voice is just too much for patton not to smile

"you live here now" he assures, feeling his heart swell when he sees the tiniest hint of a smile pull at virgils lips - the first sign of joy he's shown since being there

"can i please hug you virgil?" he asks

virgil hesitates, ducking his head a little, but then he nods very subtly.

patton carefully scooches closer on the couch and hunches down to wrap his arms around virgil firmly but softly. virgil is tense in his hold, so patton only hugs him for a brief moment before pulling away and smiling down at him

"welcome home kiddo" he whispers

...

so as you can see patton clearly warms up to virgil quickly - it doesnt take logan much longer though virgil is intimidated by him at first and they dont get very close for at least a year. roman hardly speaks to virgil for weeks, and beyond that their interactions are limited to arguments and insults for at least two years. it isnt until virgils third year living there when he helps roman realise he has undiagnosed adhd that they start to get along more, albeit reluctantly at first

i do know a lot more about this time period in the au (and some of it is written) so if you have more questions pls do ask!

#little/big concepts #little angst #asks #🌙 anon

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sincerlypadfoot · 4 years

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Never Alone (4)

Word Count - 1856

“Good Morning Professor Lupin,” I smirked walking downstairs to Remus making breakfast. “Harrys not up yet, still sleeping,” I said leaning on the counter, watching him make eggs.

“Your gonna be there right? On the full moons to make sure i’m not gonna do something?” He asked nervous making scrambled eggs now.

“I’ll be there don’t worry, always,” I said kissing his head. “This is what you wanted, to be a professor and it’s happening today,” I said with a smile.

“Good Morning Harry,” Remus said not turning around, Harry just finished walking down the stairs and stood at the kitchen entrance. “Are you packed for hogwarts today?” He asked putting the scrambled eggs on the plate and turning around to face Harry.

“Yeah, hedwig and I are ready, do you want me to go get the mail?” He asked looking at the eggs Remus placed on the table for him.

“It’s okay Harry, I can get it,” I insisted pulling out a chair for him. “Scrambled please,” I said with a smile to Remus then turning to walk out of the kitchen and outside. “What is it today?” I whispered to myself looking down at the daily profit that sat at my feet. “REMUS!” I screamed picking up the paper and looking at the moving mugshot infornt of me.

“What's wrong?” He asked swinging the door open and looking a the paper. “Fuck,” He said to himself taking the paper out of my hand and looking at the cover. “Sirius Black, convicted murder escaped from azkaban this morning,” He muttered to himself reading to article.

“Whats wrong?” Harry asked standing behind us. “Our foods getting cold,” He said unknowing of the situation we were in.

“Nothing Harry, come on let's go eat,” I said putting my arm around his shoulder and walking him back into the house. “Remus,” I whispered nodding my head for him to follow us inside.

“Are you excited to become the Defence against the dark arts professor Remus?” Harry asked sitting down and eating his eggs quickly. “I’m glad your gonna be there with me, it’s gonna be better,” He said with a smile.

“Yeah,” Remus said more focused on the paper, I took the paper from him and kicked him under the table. “Yeah, it's gonna be nice, it was my favorite class when I went to hogwarts,” He said picking his fork up and eating his food.

“Harry dear can you go bring your stuff down, we have to leave soon,” I asked taking his empty plate and using my wand to bring it to the sink without moving. Harry ran upstairs and it was just Remus and I.

“Do you think he’s coming for Harry?” I asked Remus who looked more anxious then me, which was a rare thing. “He’s gonna be safe with you, at Hogwarts,” I said trying to calm him down.

“But what about you, what if he comes for you and i’m not here to protect you,” Remus said grabbing my hand. “I’d kill him,” He muttered going white, the thought of killing my best friend, a murdered. I didn't believe it when I first heard of it but the more evidence the councell pulled up the more it made sense and the more I hated him with my gut.

“Nothing will happen to me, I promise,” I said putting my forehead on Remus’. “Harry is our worry, you protect him at all costs understand,” I whispered in his ear.

“I’m ready to go, all my books and robes we got yesterday are packed,” Harry said knocking us off of our conversation and back in.

“Well come on then,we have a hour to get to the platform,” I said with a smile, tossing the paper onto the counter and walking over to Harry. “Your gonna have a good year, one where you wont get hurt,” I joked picking up hedwig's cage and walking out of the door. We got to the platform just in time.

“I’m gonna miss you,” Remus said throwing his hands over me in a hug. “Don’t have to much fun without me,” He Whispered making me chuckle.

“You two don’t be two much trouble for McGonagall now, she’s getting old,” I joked hugging Harry. “Have a good year and don’t get in to much trouble,” I chucked.

“Come on Harry,” Remus said running into the wall, followed shortly by Harry and trolly of stuff, leaving me looking at the wall they had just run in.

“Bye,” I said to myself turning around to go home. “Hey Molly,” I said to the red head that stood with her back towards me.

“Hey dear,” She said hugging me. “I just got the kids on the station, almost too late,” She said with a chuckle. “Did you hear about Sirius?” She whispered.

“Yeah, i’m just worried about Harry, I dont want Sirius going after Harry, i’m glad Remus will be with him,” I said taking a breath, I was nervous, very nervous for Harry.

“Be safe now, come over for supper this week,” She said patting my shoulder and walking away with Arthur. I turned from them walking into the bathroom and apparting back home, facing my front door.

“Home sweet home,” Sirius Black said sitting on my couch reading the paper. I took out my wand as soon as I heard his voice pointing it at him.

“Your dead,” I screamed throwing the paper away from him and jumping on the couch, putting my wand on his neck. “What are you doing here and why should I not kill you now,” I yelled, his face didn't finch, he looked me straight in the eyes.

“I didn't do it,” Sirius said putting his hands up in the air. “It was Wormtail, I was framed,” he said closing his eyes.

“Don’t pull that crap with me, Wormtail is dead,” I muttered looking over at his arm filled tattoos. All of a second my wand was hit out of my hand and I was on the ground with Sirius on top of me. “If your gonna kill me just leave Harry alone, he’s just a boy,” I cried out closing my eyes.

“I’m not going to kill you,” Sirius said putting his hands beside my head. “I just want to explain without you trying to kill me,” He said looking down at me.

“What?” I said confused opening my eyes and looking up at him. “I defended you for years, almost getting myself sent to Azkaban,” I said to him. “You show up here, saying you didn't do it and your holding me to the ground,” I said kicking my leg up making Sirius fall to the ground, I got on top of him.

“How the tables have turned,” He coughed out looking up at me. “I didn't do it I swear, I would have never got your brother and Lily killed, or gave away their location,” Sirius said looking at me. “This was the only place I knew where to come, I had to see you,” He said with tears forming in his eyes.

“I tried getting you out, I promise,” I cried wrapping my arms around him, letting myself collapse on top of him. “If you are lying i’ll kill you myself,” I whispered in his ears crying. “I am so sorry,” I muttered to him.

“twelve years,” Sirius said crying. “I couldn't handle it anymore,” He said looking up at me. “I promise i’m not lying, on my life,” Sirius said as I got off of him and helped him up. “It was wormtail, he turned into a rat, cutting off his finger so everyone thought it was dead, he’s working with voldemort,” Sirius explained sitting back on the couch.

I tossed my arms over my head and passed around my living room, not knowing what to say. “So why are you here?” I asked not looking at him.

“I need to get to hogwarts, to see Remus and tell him this, I need to find the rat,” Sirius said standing up and putting his hand on my shoulder, making me flinch a bit. “I’m not gonna hurt you,” He whispred in my ear making shivers go down my spin.

“Remus and I are together,” I bursted out turning around. “We’ve been dating for some years now,” I said looking at Sirius whose face fell. “You know where the shower is, i’ll bring you some clothes,” I mumbled walking away from him feeling sick to my stomach.

“Thank you,” Sirius said before I walked away complete. “For believing me,” He added. “I’m happy for you and Remus, I really am,” He said walking upstairs making me lean against the wall and feel the tears roll down my face.

“Okay,” I whispered to myself, whipping my tears off my face and walking upstairs to my room, hearing the shower turn on and Sirius hop in. I grabbed some of Remus old clothes that were to big for him and walked into the bathroom looking down at my feet.

“Can I tell you something,” Sirius said before I could walk out. “I thought it would have been you and I getting together,” He chuckled as the door closed making me jump.

“Sirius,” I mumbled trying to open the door but it was locked, I leaned against the door. “Open the door,” I said looking at his head that pocked out from the curtain.

“Your scared of me still, even when I told you the truth,” Sirius said standing straight, covering himself. “Why?” He asked.

“I’m not scared,” I nervously said rubbing my fingers together. “Unlock the door please,” I asked turning around and turning the doorknob to nothing. “Sirius Black you open this door right now!” I yelled, the click of the door unlocking made me run out, shutting the door behind me and shutting my bedroom door, collapsing and sliding down to the floor crying.

“I’m sorry,” Sirius whispred sliding down on the other side of the door. “Azkaban was horrible,” He muttered leaning his head back. “Knowing that I was innocent but no one believes me changed something in me, made me snap,”

“I knew you didn’t do it, something in me just knew that you couldn’t have done it,” I said back leaning my head back too. “I took my wand out infront of the minister, threatening him,” I started to say but paused. “If Harry wasn’t in my life I would be in azkaban right now,” I finished wiping away my tears and standing up, coming face to face with Sirius.

“I’m glad your not in azkaban,” He chuckled wrapping his arms around me, I did the same leaning my head on his shoulder and crying. “Don’t be scared of me please, i’m only here to get Peter and then i’ll leave,” Sirius whispered putting his hand on the back of my head.

“You don’t have to leave Sirius, I just got you back, like hell i’m letting you leave me again,” I chuckled putting my forehead on his shoulder. “Peter is a dead man walking,” I mumbled angry.

#sirius black #SiriusBlack #RemusLupin #Remus Lupin #JamesPotter #James Potter #Peter Pettigrew #PeterPettigrew #marauders fanfiction #the marauders #hp marauders #young marauders #Maraudersera #Harry Potter #HarryPotter

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sandersidess · 5 years

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Alone

tw: fighting, mention of teen alcoholism/death in the family/blood/near death experience mention, ask to tag

I wrote this in one hour

*****

Age 8

Remus hated school. He never wanted to go back, escape his stupid town and not look back. Such a mentality from such a young kid is worrisome, and one would make sure he went to get help. While his adoptive mother believed in such thing, his adoptive father didn't and he was the one who ‘ruled’ the house. His word was order.

“I don’t want to go! I hate it!” Remus screams at his mother and kicks at her when she picks him up. “No!”

“Remus, sweetie please,” She pleads and takes him out to the car, “You have to go.”

“I hate it! They’re stupid!” Remus shakes his head and keeps trying to escape from her hold, almost doing so until he was buckled in.

“Remus, dear,” She says in a soft tone, a tone Remus would calm down to, but not this morning. No. He wanted to stay home.

Remus shakes his head and kicks at her seat once the door was shut with a sigh, screaming the whole ride. His sweet mother, instead of snapping like any parent would, instead kept calm and listened to his frustrations. She listens to what frustrates Remus, to how he wanted to escape and find his place somewhere else.

“I know everything! School is stupid!” He yells at her and kicks at her seat once more, crossing his arms across his chest.

“I know,” She whispers and looks at her rear view mirror, seeing the pout he had and how tears were rolling down his cheek, “How about we go get breakfast? I can let you have some coffee if you’d like, but only very little.”

“Really?” Remus sniffles, looking at her, now lightly kicking her seat.

“Yeah. Besides, you’re smart, right?” She smiles and focuses on the road, “You’re my smart boy. I know you’ll catch up soon.”

“Thank you, mom.”

“It’s no problem, my boy.”

And so they had breakfast. Remus was now much more calmer as he munched on his apple slices, smiling at how his mother made silly stories out of the food he ate. He lets out a much happier giggle, making him feel more light that his mother didn’t push away his frustrations. It made his mother smile when he smiles, so she would do anything to see that bright smile everyday. He arrived to school an hour late, a fake excuse made and Remus was on his way. As he took his seat near the window, he stares out it and watches the clouds slowly roll through.

After school, it was supposed to be the usual, but it wasn’t. Instead of his mother picking him up, his father did and it soured his day. He hated being near his father, being alone with him. He always tried to make Remus do things he hated, things he had little to no interest. It made Remus furious how he would be belittled when it came to sports, being smaller than the average kid his age, and being slightly slower than those his age. It made Remus cry out of frustration again, wanting to yell and thrown the ball at his father’s mouth to shut him up, wanting to make Remus run towards his mother.

“Man up! I don’t have time for my son to be crying!”

“Get a new son! I hate this! I hate it and I hate you!”

With that, Remus stomped away, his wall slowly building up and a cloud hang over him.

Age 15

When did he start drinking? When did he start smoking? He can’t remember really. It must’ve been when his mother passed away, when the only person who understood him left him all alone. Alone. That’s all he was today.

At first it was to cope with the death of his mother, to escape reality, to escape his bastard father. It worked, and he continued. Why? He would have to say it’s because he started hanging with the wrong crowd. Those who skip school, who drink and smoke almost all day, no respect for authority. To be honest? Remus never had respect for authority whatsoever.

He also had no respect for the people he called ‘friends.’

He only stayed with them as they were another way to escape reality. He could escape from his so-called family, school, society, his mind, his grief, and so much more. Remus needed an escape, and this was the only way to do so. Healthy? No. But he had no one to stop him.

Remus was someone the school hated. They wanted to expel him since his first fist fight that ended with the other needing to go to the hospital. Yet, they didn’t. He had good grades after all, the best in the run down school and it would help get more funding if needed. Why would a rebel have such good grades?

He did it for his mother. While Remus didn’t want to continue higher education, he promised her near her bedside that he would continue getting the best grades for her. She was his rock, his peace, his safe space. All that was gone now.

It didn’t take him until a near death experience to make him wake up. It made Remus mad that it took him that experience to snap him back, but it worked and he would thank it everyday. Getting stabbed and left alone to die would change some, him being one of them.

Remus polished himself up, one step at a time. He got himself to rehab, wanting to end his alcohol addiction and smoking habits. He thought of going cold turkey, but he was sure he would kill someone. It was hard, he wanted to quit, he wanted to punch someone (that being his father), he wanted to tear down everything. Yet, he didn’t. No, he wrote his feelings down in a notebook. He would tap that pencil against his desk, making a beat, and slowly, made music. With that music, the memories of his mother’s stories and sweet voice, and his life, he wrote music. He taught himself the guitar once out of rehab, a small smile appearing on his face once more.

Step by step, Remus improved himself for him. He made himself what he considered the better version of himself. Well, he knew he might have his moments, but he told himself he would work on that as the time passed by. He planned his escape also from this crooked old town, wanting to move into the city. First, he would have to graduate top of his class, use his inheritance money to buy a cheap apartment at the nearby city, and show off his talent.

Step by step, Remus did so, making him proud of himself.

Age 21

Remus walks down the street, guitar slung behind his back, smile on his face, headphones on and volume on high. It took him three years, and while it felt like a lot, he was lucky. It’s not easy getting recognized in Los Angeles, but playing his guitar and singing his soul out in the streets paid off. He was found by a music producer, always going to remember those dark mismatched eyes and curly hair that came up to him. From his excitement, he pretty much forgot the conversation. However, it seemed like faith had a hand in this also.

He met his biological twin brother. The conversation was...interesting, to say the least.

“Remus?”

Remus looks over as his name was said, frowning and tensed up. No one he knew was here in Los Angeles, and he wasn’t known by anyone. Who could’ve called his name?

“How do you know my name?”

“It’s me. Roman. Do-Dont you know me?” The voice says, honey eyes just like his, staring back at him.

Remus was sure he was looking in a mirror, except the reflection made him much cleaner and posh looking. Remus still couldn’t remember the name, having never heard of such person in his life. He looks back at those eyes, raising an eyebrow as he saw tears brimming.

“No man, I don’t know you,” Remus shrugs, seeing ‘Dee’ was still at his side, “Should I? You make yourself sound like an important person.”

“W-Well,” Roman gulps and rubs his hands together, shrugging, “I was hoping I would be. I’m your twin brother afterall.”

“Huh,” Remus huffs and chuckles, “So you must’ve been the one our biological parents kept. All I know is that I was adopted by age four, but I remember no twin brother.”

The room got cold at that comment, even Roman seems to have frozen up. Remus had a way to make someone feel guilty, and he only used it when upset or tired. Right now, it was a mix of both. Had Roman just left him alone, none of this would be happening.

“Remus-“

“No need to apologize, golden boy,” Remus waves him off and grins, “Besides, I always noticed how they gave you more attention. Give them my greetings, and oh,” Remus snaps his fingers and clicks his tongue, “Tell them thank you and to tell you the full truth. From your expression, you grew up in a lie.”

Remus turns around to walk away, hissing when his arm was grabbed and places a hand on the arm, turning around and was stopped from twisting the perpetrators arm. Roman just stared in horror, moving his hand away quickly.

“Don’t you dare touch me.”

“But I was hoping-“

“Listen, Roman, I’m not here to be all buddy-buddy with you. I’m here to make music and spread it to people, using my talent to help others who were in the same position as me. So get this in your skull,” He flicks Roman’s forehead, “I walk alone.”

Age 23

He was still a small artist, but he was okay with that. He never really did it for the fame, maybe for the money, but to help others. His lasted single Alone, was a pretty big hit for many. He’s gained followers, speaking to his small fan base and smiles as he remembers the first one.

Remus loves his new life, having better friends, a career he enjoyed, and away from his old shit town. He saw new joys in life, took in ever little moment, and reconciled with his brother. It was tough, as he started them off in a bad foot, but their relationship improved. They were coming up with a song together, and he was excited for it. He never forgave his biological parents, even after tears and pleads, he couldn’t.

“You’re not my parents, never will be. My real parents, who was both mother and father, is dead. She will always be my only parent.”

He couldn’t care if it hurt their feelings. Good. They get to know how he felt all these years inside.

But moving past that, Remus enjoys his new life. As he kept maturing, he wonders on what he missed out on. What were things he didn’t do as a child that he’s doing now? He can’t think of any, but he was sure Roman knew and that’s why he was being introduced to new things.

He sometimes wonders, if there was someone else in the same shoes he was in. He hoped not, but he wasn’t an optimist. He was sure someone was walking down the street, headphones on, a dark cloud hanging over them. It made Remus sigh as he walked down the street, the world seeming to go in slow motion suddenly. He looks to his left, seeing a young kid with his hands stuffed in his pockets, eyeshadow seemingly under his eyes, purple headphones on, a look of frustration on him. Remus stops in his tracks, looking back once more and sees he was gone through the crowd.

He knows how it feels to walk the world alone. He knows how it feels to not be alone.

Remus shakes his head and turns back, going to his destination, seeing the cafe and smiling as he saw his boyfriend, Dee, and Roman waiting for him.

He could only hope that no one else would walk the world alone.

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Solntse

part ii

Remus sits in Lily and James’ tiny living room and tries to ignore the subtly laid out pillow and blankets set on the corner of the couch. Lily doesn’t let him.

“Your apartment has flees.”

Remus sets his glass down, “That was one bug and it was a beetle.”

Lily twists her hair over one shoulder, unrelenting, “Remus. Please.” She nods towards the pillow, “Just—I’m worried. We’re worried.”

Remus looks away so he doesn’t have to see the way James nods, they way they’re both looking at him like he’s already a lost cause. He wishes for a moment he’d never told them what he does other than serve pizza and take the early shifts at the gas station around the block, but then he’d be all alone in it. And they were his best friends, that was why he had told them. Just in case one day all of James’ fears came true and some guy murdered Remus in a hotel room. Or something.

James sighs, “Mate, we’re not ganging up on you.”

“No, I know.” Remus nods down at his mug of tea, “I know. I just…I don’t want to be that friend you can’t get rid of. Like. That would be awful.”

“Re, you’re never going to become that.” Lily puts a warm hand on his shoulder, squeezing, “That’s not how we think about it at all. We just want to know your safe.”

James raises his mug to his mouth, “As safe as you can be…”

“James.” Lily snips, then her face turns soft again for Remus, “Will you stay here?”

“Lils, really, my apartment is fine.” He curls his feet further beneath him, “I’ll finish my tea and go. Don’t worry.”

He thinks back to his two night hotel escapade and shakes his head more firmly at Lily. He already feels enough like a charity case as it is. Even if he did get good money for it. Sirius had pushed an extra eighty dollars into his hand at the door and closed it before Remus could protest. He had pressed a chapped kiss to his cheek too. Remus was still mulling that over.

When he finally does make it out of the apartment he pulls his ratty coat tightly over his shoulders and ducks his head against the wind. He could probably buy a new one if Sirius called again. He did ask for two nights in a row, and it went great so, maybe. But he didn’t want to be flashy about any new money. His landlord had already raised his eyebrows when Remus had handed over two months rent in advanced.

His apartment wasn’t flea infested although it did give off that sort of look. He had a cheep futon bed frame, just to keep his mattress off the floor so it didn’t mold, and a dresser from IKEA. His kitchen consisted of a stove and a sink. The gas was usually pretty iffy and his sink ran mostly cold, like his shower, but…he had a roof and food. It’s fine. He has James and Lily if he was really, really in trouble but he doesn’t want it to come to that. He’ll never want it to come to that.

He throws his keys down on the dresser and goes to check the leak under the sink. It hasn’t gotten worse but he empties out what water is in the bucket just while he’s there. He re-tapes the crack in the window and makes a note to ask his landlord about that. Again. He’s just sitting down on his bed when his phone rings. He groans and closes his eyes when he pulls it out, hoping it isn’t one of his less polite customers. He sighs in relief when he sees the name.

“Frank, hi.” Frank almost never wants sex. He likes to talk. He’s lonely. Remus can relate. He’s the son of two wealth-soaked parents who don’t pay him a lick of attention. Remus can half relate. “How are you, mate?”

“Oh. Hi, Remus. Wasn’t sure I’d get you, um. I’m fine. I—um. Was wondering…” He trails off.

“Sure, when were you thinking? I’ve got something Tuesday and Sunday and you know when I work, so…”

“Actually, I was thinking now?” His voice is up an entire octave with nerves, “I just…Family problems right now. Was hoping to just talk a bit.”

Remus runs a hand over his face but tries not to pause too long. He doesn’t want Frank to think he doesn’t want to, “Sounds great! Should I meet you at the—“

“I couldn’t get the usual room. It’s 207 tonight. Same hotel though, the Pierre.”

Remus nods, tries to keep a smile in his voice, “Great. See you soon.”

He’s barely hung up when another name flashes up at him. He’s almost embarrassed by how fast he answers, “Sirius. Hi.” That didn’t come out anywhere close to how he wanted it to.

“Remus! Life is good?”

Remus laughs lightly, still caught off guard but warmed by Sirius’ simple honesty, “Uh, yeah, life is good. How are you?”

“Good. Busy. Always busy, you know? I’m at airport now, going to be in town on Wednesday. You want see together? Or, ah, not together.”

“Each other.” Remus supplies.

“Yes, perfect. You always know. What you think, Remus?”

Remus half wishes Sirius would stop saying his name like that and half wishes he’ll never stop saying his name like that, “Yeah, that works for me. What time were you thinking?”

“Seven? I get us dinner in room, so don’t eat. I’m, ah…” Sirius lets out a soft laugh and Remus presses the speaker closer to his ear, “I’m think about you a lot.”

Remus swallows over a suddenly dry throat, “Yeah?”

“Hm.” There’s a loud speaker in the background and Sirius says something low in Russian, “Flight calling me. Wednesday okay, yes?”

“Yes. Have a good flight.”

“You too. Or—“ They both laugh, “Okay, I’m go now. Bye, Remus.”

The line goes dead and Remus lets the phone fall to the bed. He breathes in deeply and looks down. He’s half hard in his pants now and he really doesn’t know why. He’s suppose to be on his way to Frank’s, he tips well, he honestly needs Remus a little bit and…fuck. He splashes some freezing water on his face from the sink and yanks his door shut as he leaves.

Frank’s is fine. The hotel room is nice and Remus ends up sucking him off—twice. He doesn’t get hard either time but Frank seems either completely fine with that or he doesn’t notice. What does get him going is the ping he gets on his phone while he’s walking home from the tube. It’s a picture. Of Sirius. A selfie. He’s grinning in front of a beautiful sunset outside a plane window. There’s no message except a few sideways parentheses that Remus takes as smiles. Looking at the grin triggers thinking about Sirius’ large, warm hands on his hips and back. That leads to thinking about the way Sirius had carefully pushed his fingers inside of Remus, then the hot slide of his cock to replace them, his weight covering Remus’ back—

By the time Remus is walking up the stairs to his apartment again he’s more or less waddling around his tented trousers. By the time he’s throwing his keys on his dresser all he can do is lean back against his door and shove his hand into his boxers. They’re already damp with pre-come so what’s the point anyway? He smears his thumb over his head and squeezes the base, letting out a breath. It’s not as good as Sirius and his fucking huge palms. Now that he’s got a hand wrapped around himself he can really feel the difference. He pushes his pants down around his knees so he can get two hands around himself instead, twisting around the head and keeping a tight grip around the shaft. It barely takes a dozen pulls before he’s shooting into his fist with a harsh sound, Sirius’ name almost on his lips. Almost. He makes the mistake of thinking about the way Sirius had trailed his fingertips over his sensitive cock after he’d made Remus come in his mouth, keeping the pleasurable nerves alight, and takes a cold shower so he doesn’t have to go again. The shower only makes him think about how, next time, maybe Sirius won’t come untouched. Maybe Remus will get to return the favor. He doesn’t even know how much of Sirius he could fit in his mouth but fuck if he doesn’t want to try. He groans and wraps a hand around himself again. He’s too sensitive but he doesn’t care. He works himself fast and hard until his cock is a flushed red and he comes weakly against the shower wall, panting into the cool spray.

He looks at his phone as he towels off his hair. It’s Saturday, and it’s going to be a long couple days.

There’s a different woman at the front desk this time and Remus is glad. Not that he thinks the other one would remember him but, still. He stares at the twelve on the door for a moment, trying to calm his heart rate, before he knocks.

The door doesn’t open immediately so he knocks again, feeling more awkward by the second.

This time there’s a muffled shout and a few seconds later the door is yanked open by Sirius—dripping wet and a towel hastily wrapped around his waist.

“Sorry!” He gasps, “Sorry, flight late, felt kind of like plane—plane all over me? Thought I be fast, sorry.”

“Okay.” Remus meant to say it’s okay but, well, Sirius’ towel is slipping sort of low.

“Come in, come in, I’m be ready in minute.”

Ready for what? Remus wants to ask.

He goes to sit on one of the couches and strokes his hands over a soft pillows while Sirius pads back to the shower, dropping his towel without closing the door. For a second, Remus debates on whether he can consider that as an invitation or not. He stands up twice and sits back down before the water shuts off and he sits again. Sirius emerges a second later, grabbing the towel from the floor to wrap around his waist and another for his hair. He rubs at his hair until the waves fluff around his ears and into his eyes. He smiles over at Remus somewhat guiltily.

“Sorry again. You want look at menu?” Sirius flips open a sleek looking suitcase and starts rifling through it, “Starving. Airplane food most bad, you know?”

Remus doesn’t but he’s not about to start that conversation. Instead he reaches for the leather-bound hotel book, “Where did you come from?”

“Sydney, ah…Hard for me to say.”

“Australia.”

Sirius laughs and pulls a loose fitting pair of sweatpants on—bare, “Yes, right.” A white long sleeve shirt follows and—to Remus’ surprised delight—a black snapback. It sits snugly on his damp hair, pushing the front part back out of his eyes while the rest wings out above his ears. Remus can see the shape of his ring necklace through his shirt. He swallows. Sirius looks good.

He pulls some warm looking socks on and Remus glances briefly at the hole in the heel on his own left foot. The couch bounces a little as Sirius settles next to him, leaning in close to look at the menu, “Good food? What you like?”

Remus tries to read the menu, he really does, but Sirius’ arm is thrown over the back of the couch and his fingertips are brushing over where he sweater gives way to skin. He holds the menu out to Sirius, “You decide. I’ll eat anything.”

Sirius gives him a teasingly disapproving look but takes the menu and reaches towards the side table for the phone. He orders too much. A steak, fries, a plate of brisket ravioli, a cheese board, a salad, calamari, and two slices of chocolate cake. Remus doesn’t know where they’re going to put it all, but he hopes maybe he can take some of it home.

“We do tea later,” Sirius reaches out and fans one of Remus’ curls between his fingers. “After.” He amends, “They say thirty minutes.” Then his fingers are lightly brushing Remus’ hip, just beneath his sweater, “We stay busy while wait. Is okay?”

“Yeah.” Remus breathes, because what Sirius doesn’t know is that he got off to the mere memories of what they did last time every night leading up to now. Sometimes twice. Of course it’s okay. He’s never had a job this fucking okay, and he’ll damn sure make the most of it until Sirius moves on. They always do. Remus usually feels more grateful when they do, but he has a feeling Sirius will be different.

Sirius flashes him a grin and tugs him right into his lap. His lips are warm and chapped against Remus’, but the rough texture is nice. Remus feels like it keeps him there, in Sirius’ arms. He runs his tongue across Sirius’ bottom lip just to feel it and is rewarded with a soft sound and a palm to the small of his back. Sirius, who seems to be able to take Remus aback in almost everything he does, is holding Remus close, chest to chest. Not by the hips, not by the shoulders. Remus has never had any problems with abuse and he’s lucky in that way but Sirius, Sirius isn’t holding him like he’s there for sex at all. He’s cradling Remus in his lap, hands running lazily up and down his back. He’s licking into his mouth like they have all the time in the world, like they’ve been kissing forever and they’ll do it tomorrow, and tomorrow.

Remus’ palms cup his jaw and he runs his fingers along the edge of the snapback.

“You want off?” Sirius’ voice sounds like he’s just woken up.

Remus shakes his head and his eyes slip closed as Sirius’ mouth moves to his jaw, “No.”

Sirius’ warm breath against his neck as he laughs softly almost feels better than the wet kisses he’s leaving there. Almost.

They stay like that until the knock on the door makes Remus blink his eyes open blearily, suddenly aware of how warm he is.

Sirius shifts him to the side gently, kneeling on the couch for one last peck, “I’m get food, relax here.”

Remus blinks at him, licks his kiss-swollen lips, and honestly just wants to ask Sirius why he is like this. He rests his head back on the couch and listens to Sirius’ bright voice chatting away to the bell boy who brought their food. He’s thanking him, telling him how good it all looks, and Remus thinks maybe he’s just this nice to everyone he meets. He isn’t sure what to do with that.

“Hey,” Sirius head pokes back through the door, cart trailing him, “Food.”

Remus isn’t going to say no to that.

The spread of food looks even bigger when laid out and Remus can’t help but laugh as Sirus sits down next to him again, “Sirius, this is…a lot.”

Sirius shrugs one shoulder, “We don’t finish, you take home.”

Remus isn’t going to say no to that, either. He has a brief moment of wondering whether ordering this much was purposeful on Sirius’ part, but pushes it aside. That’s ridiculous. Sirius doesn’t even know him, much less anything about his financial situation. Well. He might know a little given who they are to each other.

Remus spends most of the meal listening to Sirius try to explain some funny story that happened on his trip, and anticipating the occasional moments of being fed bits of steak and such by Sirius, who barely breaks in talking despite how it takes Remus’ breath for a moment.

“I spend lot of time in hotel, you know?” Sirius’ voice breaks into Remus’ thoughts, mid story. He wished he’d been listening fully to know how to respond.

“I, ah, lonely?”

Sirius shrugs, but shoves a large scoop of pasta in his mouth. Remus takes that as a yes.

“How did you…” Remus searches for the right word before trying, “find me?”

Sirius actually pinks a little at that, “Ah. Friend. You know him. Recommend. Say you very sweet.”

Remus nods and respects the anonymity even if he’s dying to know who, “Sweet, huh?”

Sirius smiles a little, “I’m think so, too.”

They move onto the cake and the hotel had sent up an two extra desserts, seemingly just because Sirius is Sirius.

“I’m stay here lot, they know me.”

“Probably because you order the entire menu anyway.” Remus jokes.

It makes Sirius’ entire face light up, spreading his hands, “Hey, why not? Hungry after long day of flying.” He knocks his ankle against Remus’, “Good food, best company.”

Remus rolls his eyes a little and Sirius snorts. That shouldn’t be attractive, but it is.

“You live here always?” Sirius asks through a bite of cheesecake, “London?”

“Yeah, always.”

“Born here?”

Remus nods, “Yeah. I live a few streets over from my parent’s flat.”

“Must be so nice.” Sirius is smiling, but his eyes are down at his plate and he looks a little mournful. His fingertips not holding his fork are twisting the ring around his neck, “Be near family always.”

Remus takes a bite instead of answering. It had been nice. For a while.

“Not…Not nice?” Sirius says softly, “Sorry, not want to bring up bad things, Remus—“

“No. No, it’s okay. It’s fine, I just…yeah, I don’t really talk to my parents much these days.”

Sirius places a warm hand on his thigh, thumb rubbing on the inside slowly. But it isn’t sexual. It isn’t even verging on sexual. It’s soothing and warm, and it makes Remus want to keep talking.

“Not since I came out.” He finally manages, “To them. They weren’t…” But it turns out that’s all he can say on the matter.

“Make you feel better…” Sirius wets his lips, “Parents not know. Mine, I’m saying. Scared to tell, not good thing in Russia.” He gives Remus’ thigh a little squeeze, “I understand. Remus, it’s—it’s most brave.”

Remus blinks hard, “Yeah.” He doesn’t know why he’s sitting here having this semi-melt down with Sirius. Sirius definitely isn’t paying for this. He’s probably annoyed with him under all his kind words and so Remus snuffles and digs his palms into his eyes, trying to wipe the tears away and the redness that’s probably there both. There’s nothing really to do to make this not an awkward transition. How do you go from tears to sex? And with a stranger? “I’m sorry.” He begins, “Fuck, this—was not what I had planned.”

“Remus, it’s not apology—no, okay?” He’s suddenly pushing the food table away and tucking his legs beneath himself, sitting on his socked-heels and taking both of Remus’ hands, thumbs rubbing gently against the vulnerable insides of Remus’ wrists, “I’m not mind, really. Really.”

“I’ll take this out of your pay. Honestly, Sirius, this isn’t what you brought me here for, I just want you to know that I know that.” Remus can’t help it though, and despite his words curls his fingers around Sirius’, “Sorry."

“Please stop saying, Remus.” Sirius tone is firm, “Please, you—not an apology.” Even the word ‘apology’ sounds nice in Sirius’ mouth.

“I…make okay? A bit?” Sirius tugs very lightly on Remus’ hands but when Remus shakes his head he—he lets go. Which Remus can’t decide how he feels about that.

“Sorry.” He says again, then at Sirius’ face, he pushes a hand through his hair, “Fuck, sorry—Sor—“

And then Sirius is kissing him. His thumbs are stroking slowly along his cheeks and he’s sucking Remus’ bottom lip slowly into his mouth, brushing his tongue along it with the same amount of leisure. Remus sighs into it, fingers digging into his own thighs for a moment before he’s leaning forward and pressing his palms flat on Sirius’.

“Only if want.” Sirius says against his mouth, “Remus.” He pulls away just enough to look at Remus’ glassy eyes, “You not want a second ago, I’m just want no more sorry. No, ah, not need to do anything, okay?” He curls his fingers back around Remus’ ears, around the curls there, “карамель, can just put movie on. Have more cake.”

Remus sniffles a little, blinking hard at Sirius, “Did—Did you just call me caramel?” He remembers the soft word from last time.

Sirius smiles, a bit, and lifts one shoulder, “It’s good, no? It’s…not sure how to say…small names important in Russia. Mean two people are close.”

Is that really what we are? Remus wants to ask. He sort of wants to yell it because, as great as this is, he sees nothing but a darker end. For himself, anyway.

“Oh.” Is all he says out loud and falls sideways a little on the couch into the cushions. He’s suddenly so tired. Sirius doesn’t seem to mind, though, and mirrors his position, their knees knocking together. His soft smile is still aimed right at Remus. “What’s yours then?”

Sirius’ smile grows, “Mama give to me when little.” He raises his eyebrows, “Little bit funny, not laugh.”

Remus feels a smile of his own start up and he uses his sleeve to wipe his nose, sitting up a little more, “I won’t laugh.”

“Sivushka.” It rolls nicely off of Sirius’ tongue, and his cheeks pink a little but he looks pleased, “Sort of…for family? Friends. Not so much lover, too…small?”

“Casual?” Remus offers, “Like, it means a different feeling.”

Sirius’ smile is soft, “So good with english. So helpful.”

“Sivushka.” Remus tries it out, but it doesn’t sound half as good. Then, he can’t help it, heart in his throat when he asks, “What’s…what’s more than friends? Like, not—just, I’m curious what that would be.”

“Lover? Sirusya, maybe.” Then he smiles, eyes crinkling warmly, “You like? You call me?”

“Surely someone already calls you that.” Remus tries to keep his voice light. I mean, look at you. He wants to add.

Sirius sits up at that a little, eyes going hard, hand—that had been rubbing idly against Remus’ knee—going still, “No. No one call me.”

Remus swallows, “I—I didn’t mean—“

“I’m not—изменя́ть.” He huffs in frustration, “изменя́ть—I’m not know, not know, okay?”

Remus’s chest goes cold, “Okay. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to imply anything.”

“Not be here if with—someone else.” Sirius shakes his head, “Not like that, Remus. I’m not.” The phrase is followed by a disgruntled spell of Russian that Remus does his best to follow through tone alone.

“I know.” Remus finally says, “I know you aren’t.” Because he’s only met Sirius twice but he can honestly say he does know this about him, “I’m sorry.”

“Not apology, карамель.” Sirius rubs his hands over his face, “Too much action, sorry.”

Remus looks on in confusion, “What?”

“Me, me,” Sirius gestures aggressively towards himself, “Me. Too much action. Not right.”

Overreaction, Remus thinks and nods, “No, I understand.”

“I’m know…what guys you probably see doing…this.” Sirius doesn’t look at him as he acknowledges exactly why Remus is there for what feels like the first time other than money exchanges, “Not wrong for you to think. But no.”

“Sirius, it’s okay.” But that feels wrong somehow and so he says instead, “I mean, we’ve done this three times.”

Sirius is quiet for a long moment this time. “It’s true.” Then, after running his fingers over his necklace a few times, “You have other small name?”

The topic change pings a little, “Um. Not anything big. Re, mostly, if anything.”

“Re.” It sounds like a lovely mess of vowel in Sirius’ mouth, “That’s all?”

Remus nods, “Nothing like Russia, huh?”

Sirius runs a hand over his face one more time but when he moves it there’s a trace of his usual smile, “I’m find you one, not worry.” Then, eyes down and voice quiet but questioning, “You have…small name…for lover?”

Remus swallows. His throat is so dry all of a sudden so he just shakes his head, then realizes Sirius isn’t looking at him so he croaks out, “No.”

Sirius nods back, “Oh.” Then he grabs the remote and pushes it into Remus’ hand, “Find something. I’m call for tea and get money before forget. Be back.”

It seems like the end of the conversation, but the conversation doesn’t feel over. Remus choses a movie, but he couldn’t say what it was about. When its over Sirius has to tuck the money into Remus’ back pocket himself. He presses another kiss to Remus’ cheek. Then Remus doesn’t hear from him for two weeks.

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