i think you misunderstood it wasn’t a prompt i was talking about you
[thanks for the prompt, lovely nonnie! so many great ideas pouring in today! you’re giving me the best inspiration I’ve had in months <3 thank youuu!].
“I am now taking requests!” Remus cried with a sweeping bow, standing on the table, which creaked alarmingly underneath him. He stared around at the cheering common room. “Anybody? Anybody? Prompts? Requests?”
“Ghost story!” someone called out, and a swooping wave of enthusiasm went up from the crowd.
“At midnight!” Marlene chimed in, pressing closer against Dorcas, and Remus cracked his knuckles. He grinned down at them all and started to speak.
“Okay. It was the dead of night, so quiet that a snapping twig would alert everyone to your presence from miles around.”
Sirius watched Remus from where he was perched on the sofa, legs crossed underneath him and melting into the cushions. He loved when Remus got like this, when he jumped up on the common room table and told stories with sweeping gestures, like he wasn’t afraid of anything the world could throw at him.
It was always after the full moon, when he wanted to live life as fully as he could and forget about the scars that tried to tell him otherwise. He wanted to make other people smile, so he would entertain story requests from everyone who threw them his way.
People around the common room loved it too, watching enraptured as the hair flopped in his eyes and he gestured to match his tales. They leaned in all around him, terrified as he wound stories of creaking staircases and howling werewolves.
“And then,” Remus whispered, his voice hushed, the common room even quieter. “And then, a great black dog came bounding out of the woods. An omen — of death.” He sent a subtle wink in Sirius’s direction when he said that, finishing his story with a grand flourish.
The common room burst into another round of cheering, and Remus bubbled over with laughter, his eyes still locked directly on Sirius.
“Any more prompts? Ideas? What story do you want to hear next?”
At that moment, watching his glowing eyes and enthusiastic gestures, watching the way he reveled in his stories and making people smile, Sirius couldn’t keep it in a moment longer.
“I love you,” he blurted out, still staring fixedly at Remus.
“A romance story?” Remus laughed, shaking out his hands as though preparing. “Okay, then. Once upon a time —”
“No,” Sirius interrupted, flushing and looking at anywhere but Remus, “I think you misunderstood. It wasn’t a prompt. I was talking about you.”
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