Today's @wolfstarmicrofic is a bodyswap au and I have been WAITING for this one
(630 words.)
As it turns out, it's really bloody hard to pretend to be Sirius. Remus just isn't laid back enough. He can't hold on to that bouncy, bright energy the way Sirius does.
"Padfoot?"
A few seconds pass before Remus remembers that he's Padfoot, turning quickly and shooting James a smile. Oh, it's weird being the same height as James.
"Hey!" He cringes a little at himself. That was way too enthusiastic, he has to find a balance. James catches it too, frowning a little at him.
"Are you okay?" He asks carefully. "You're not thinking about Moony again, are you?"
"No, I'm-"
Wait.
Sorry?
"Moony? Why would I be thinking about Moony?" He tries instead, but James just looks at him like he's spontaneously started speaking a foreign language.
"Sirius, I know you said you'd try to put him out of your mind, move on, but I don't think you should. I really do think you have a chance!"
"...A chance," Remus says slowly, trying to play catch up, slow his heartrate a little.
"Yeah!" James seems happy that Remus, Sirius, is even entertaining the idea. "You should see the way he looks at you! I'm sure he likes you back, Sirius, he has to!"
Oh.
Oh.
"He likes me?" Remus asks, stunned.
"I really think he does," James says sincerely, but Remus' head is reeling. "Ask him out! You never know what could happen!"
At that moment, Remus promptly forgets that he's halfway through a conversation, opting for turning and practically booking it to the library. Sirius is hosting his study session, and Remus should feel a little guilty, but honestly? Nothing matters more than talking to Sirius.
With that decision made, he shoves the door open. Heads turn, and Sirius looks up. Lily, sitting beside him, shoots Remus a glare.
"Uh... sorry. S- Remus, could I, uh... talk to you?"
"Piss off, Black," Lily shoots back, which tells Remus that he never wants to be on Lily's bad side.
"No, it's alright. Yeah, 'course," Sirius says back. "I'll be back in a second, guys."
He's much better at being Remus than Remus is at being him.
The moment they get outside of the library, Remus grabs Sirius' wrist and pulls him into a dark, empty hallway.
"Moony, what-"
"You like me," He states simply, stunned, watching as his own eyes widen. "As in, romantically. You like me."
"How did you-" he starts, cutting himself off as his eyes sink shut. "Prongs," He groans. Remus just nods. "Listen, Moony, I'm so sorry-"
Remus has no clue what motivates him to do this, not when Sirius is literally him right now, but he can't stop himself from leaning in and kissing him.
For a moment, it's really... weird. He's never really fancied kissing himself, to be perfectly honest.
Until time seems to freeze for a moment, and he's himself again. Suddenly, Sirius is gasping into his mouth, lips soft against his, and Remus wraps his arms around his waist, finally, finally lifting one hand and sliding it into Sirius' hair.
He's rewarded with a muffled whimper, as Sirius throws himself into the kiss with an enthusiasm so staggering it makes Remus' head swim. Still, who is he to complain when Sirius tastes like mint and Merlin Remus is in heaven.
It finally seems to click that they're in public, both of them regrettably pulling away. Their eyes meet, and Sirius huffs a gentle laugh.
"So..." He starts, and Sirius grins at him.
"If I'd known that was all it took, I would have kissed you a long time ago. Avoided this whole mess altogether," Sirius says simply, decisively, drawing a laugh out of Remus.
Okay, he's not going to the study group. Not now.
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Today's @wolfstarmicrofic prompt is a War AU!
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Sirius' eyes scan the note, desperately trying to make sure it's real. He can feel Remus' eyes on him as he does so, realising that it couldn't be fake. The note is definitely real, and it's dated.
Remus isn't lying. He was really on a mission. Sirius is wrong. He's been hurting himself and the love of his life.
The revelation is enough for him to fold in on himself, the letter dropping to the floor as the tears start. Almost instantly, arms are around him, holding him as he chokes out as many apologies as he can.
"I'm so- I'm so sorry, I- Pete said he- he saw- I'm so sorry."
"Wait," Remus' voice pierces through the panic attack, his hand rubbing Sirius' back gently. "What did Pete say?"
"He- he saw you hang- hanging around Grimmauld Place on that day," Sirius gets out, finally starting to relax into lovely, accepting Remus.
"...I wasn't even in London," Remus says slowly.
Sirius pulls away from the embrace, and the realisation hits them at the same time.
"Peter."
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