#get off

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Remus was having a bad day, and while Sirius might not know anything, he knew that. Sirius was just coming home from work, putting his keys in the bowl by the door and hanging his coat up next to Remus’, when he heard Remus curse loudly. 

Sirius walked into the living room, Remus looking down at himself and the spilled tea all over his jumper. His gaze lifted to see Sirius holding two bags of Chinese take out, a phone and a handbag. Sirius dropped everything immediately and grabbed a towel from the tiny little kitchen unit they shared, and began wiping some tea off of Remus. 

Remus snapped, “Get off, I can do it myself,” but went quiet with the look Sirius gave him. He apologised softly, taking off his jumper and kissing Sirius’s shoulder as he picked up the Chinese takeout bags.

Sirius sighed and raised one of his perfect fucking eyebrows. Remus knew he would fold. 

“You gonna tell me what's going on today?”

@wolfstarmicrofic March 17, word count 310

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CW - Dead bodies

Sirius had refused to let Regulus come with him. “If you don’t need to see them, then you shouldn’t,” he said before leaving his brother in James’s gentle care. 

Remus, on the other hand, had insisted that he come along, as had Effie and Monty, and as he stood before the morgue room drawers, he was glad they had. 

“When you’re ready, Mr Black,” the technician said quietly, pulling two side-by-side drawers open but leaving the bags zipped firmly closed. Sirius took a few deep breaths and approached the bags. He lifted a trembling hand, letting it hover for a moment before letting it drop to his side. He couldn’t do it. 

“Take your time, darling,” Effie said gently from behind him. Remus’s arm snaked around his waist and held him tight. Sirius leaned into him, needing him. They might not have known each other long, but Sirius could already tell that Remus was his lifeline. He took another deep breath and tried again. 

This time, he managed to get the zip down to reveal his father’s grey-skinned face. Sirius took a step back, gasping as he took in the lifeless face of Orion Black. 

“It’s okay, Sirius,” Remus began, rubbing soothing circles into his back, but Sirius pulled out of his arms and rushed to the other side of the table, yanking the zip on the other bag in harsh jerks until his mother’s lifeless face was visible.

“No, no, no, no,” he repeated as he frantically ran from one to the other, checking them thoroughly. 

“Mr Black, what’s the matter?” Officer Longbottom asked, coming to Sirius’s side and placing a hand on his shoulder. Sirius violently shook him off. 

“Get off!” He snarled and went back to look at the bodies laid out before him. The bodies of two people who looked remarkably like Orion and Walburga Black.