Cute, cute, cute - fluffy, but kinda boring? (Pls dont hate me)
“Are you making a habit of doing laundry at 3am, then?” Remus asked, and Sirius bristled a little, blushing slightly. “Something like that, yeah,” he said, quietly. “I also, uh--I was trying to find you.”
“My bedtime is never. I don’t sleep.” Sirius paused. Remus saw him frown, and then slump a little and look back at him. “Is that why you come here? Because you don’t sleep?” Remus shrugged. “It was.” If Remus had thought Sirius’ cheeks had pinked earlier, he blushed full-on now, turning away and beginning to unload his clothes at a much more rapid speed.
(18: 43) sirius: just saw the cutest fucking dog otw home i need someone to share my joy (18: 46) remus: im a cat person (18: 50) sirius: ok fuck you then (18: 51) remus: NO COMW BACK I WANT TO SEE THE DOG
“Sirius?” Remus breathed after a moment. “Are you still tipsy?” Sirius’ smile widened, and he opened his eyes and stilled his hand, laying it to rest splayed over the back of Remus’ head. “No,” he said, mouth shaping the vowel and resting on it provocatively, and Remus bit his lip. That was that. It was hard to tell whether Sirius had pulled his head forward, or Remus had leaned in himself, but the distance that wasn’t really distance at all closed in a moment and their lips met, fervently, passionately.
“About fucking time, Moony,” he whispered through jagged breaths, rolling his hips and making Remus shudder. He pulled back, bringing his face nose-to-nose with Sirius’, his lips trailing painfully over the other’s. “What?” he whispered, reaching his free hand up Sirius’ hoodie and pressing his hands across his stomach, up, around, everywhere. Sirius moaned, and it was possibly the best sound Remus had ever heard. “Been waiting… so long…” he whispered, trailing his fingernails down the side of Remus’ neck and onto his chest, “for you to fucking kiss me already.”
(10: 07) lils: WOW I THOUGHT YOU HAD BEEN KIDNAPPED OR SOMETHIGN TURNS OUT YOU’RE JUST A WHORE (10: 07) remus: IM SORRYRRRIFHGFJ
“Well, you can have me now,” he murmured softly, “If you want me.” Remus smiled, and Sirius took a deep breath and rubbed a thumb over Remus’ forefinger. “Which… well you actually haven’t specified if you do want me--absolutely no rush, I just--” “The whole time,” Remus interjected, pushing a piece of Sirius’ hair behind his ears, and he smiled. “Even January?” he said mockingly, and Remus grinned. “Especially January.”
“Why are you texting me?” Sirius grinned and took a sip of his coke. “I wanted your attention.” Remus rolled his eyes and placed his phone face-down on the table. “You have my full attention. All the time. Like to a point where it’s kinda irritating.”
Remus would possibly never sleep in complete comfort, he had grown to accept that. What he could do, however, was lessen the load.
“He’s not like that with you,” he said, eventually, and Remus felt like his entire insides were spilled out for presentation onto the table.
“He’s always thought if he showed people the whole him it would… scare them off, but never you. If anything it was the opposite.”
Remus had already established that Sirius was everything he wasn’t; he was a big ball of fire, and Remus had been basking in the flames without even contemplating the fact that he might have been taming them-no, not that-befriending them, the whole time. Learning to dance along to their rhythm; the fear of being scalded the absolute last thing on his mind.
He finished with a goofy smile, looking explicitly proud of himself, before turning to Lily to inevitably garner her approval. Her jaw had dropped slightly. Remus’ eyes flitted between them. There was a terse moment of silence. “How did I ever find this annoying?” Lily said, eyes locked on James. He flushed slightly and looked to the ground, and Remus felt the heaves of silent laughter from behind him. “Oi, say that fancy phono--thingy word again,” Sirius said. “Really get her going.”
“Phonological loop?” James said innocently, gaze flicking to Sirius and back. Lily’s eyes practically darkened. “I am so attracted to you right now,” Lily said; the one drink she’d had had apparently emboldened her completely. “I--” James spluttered, eyes comically wide. Remus had never seen him quite so flustered; he could practically feel the panic. “I--er… I don’t really know what to do with that.”
His word was cut off as Lily took one plunged leap forwards and kissed him full on the mouth, hands gripping the sides of his head like they were the last thing anchoring her to earth. The sheer force was so much that James staggered back a step and slammed against the fridge.
“Relationships are fun, aren’t they? Say, Remus--” he turned to look at Remus, who gave him a warning glare that he wholeheartedly ignored, “--don’t you think relationships are fun? Got any going yourself?” “I--um, well--”
Even the brightest stars run out of energy to burn.
It clicked. A voice, hummed through the phone. His name. Sirius. “Hi,” Sirius said, slightly disbelieving, and the word was said in return. His name again. Sirius smiled; laughed; cried. “Hi, Reggie…”
“All you think about is the fact that it’s raining, and that it will continue to rain. You don’t think about when it’ll stop. You make yourself miserable because you don’t see the full picture.”
(16: 44) sirius (wachine boy( friend:’))): remus baby sweetheart angel (16: 44) romulus: yes? (16: 44) sirius (wachine boy( friend:’))): my love my treasure apple of my eye tide pod of my heart take the fucking hint (16: 45) romulus: LMFAOOOSKJERSKHDFNSE
“Hey,” he said, raising a shot glass. “Less alcohol consumed, less money spent. Think fast, talk smart.” “Says the richest one here. Ooh, wait,” she stopped, a glint in her eyes. “Let him get drunk fast and then we can spend his money on pizza.” “Jokes on you; I was already gonna buy it, bitch,” Sirius drawled, cocky smile on his face. “You can’t out-scheme the schemer, Marley.”
“But,” Remus said, pulling back. “You all have costumes. I don’t have one. Who am I supposed to be?” Sirius paused for a second, rubbing his hands over Remus’ shoulders. “You,” he said, “are Remus Lupin. All of the losers in there are fictional characters, but you’re the realest thing that I’ve ever had the pleasure of knowing. You’re the protagonist of your own story.”
“Merry Christmas,” Remus whispered to Sirius. “Merry Birthday.” “Happy Halloween.” “Happy Easter.”
“There are no romantic moments,” he said, loudly, over the downpour. “Romanticism is a lie. There’s no rhyme or reason to how I love you. It wouldn’t be any different on the top of the Eiffel Tower as it was in the laundrette, or as it is here.” He smiled, licking the raindrops off his lips. “It’s just you, and me, and what we make of the world.”