Sick - Wolfstar - @taylorswiftmicrofic - 240 words - AO3
“Sirius, baby,” Remus says from the outside of his bed curtains, “let me help you. Please.”
“Go-” He coughs rather violently, “-away.”
He silently chuckles at the ridiculousness of his boyfriend—his confident, expressive, clingy boyfriend—being the one who refuses to let anyone see him sick. Whereas Remus, usually rather reclusive, is so exhausted when he gets a cold that he just wants to be looked after, he just wants to be held. Though that is not the case after a full, when he just wants to be left alone and forget about the monster he became the night before.
“I'm not going anywhere, Pads, so you might as well just let me take care of you.”
“But I'm all gross and phlegmy.”
“I don't care how disgusting you are. I love you and I want to help.”
This back and forth goes on until Remus finally mutters, “I made you some soup that my mum always makes me when I'm not feeling well.”
He hears a huff and feels the magic making the curtains immovable dissipate. Quickly, before he changes his mind, Remus slides onto his bed and hands him the container of soup.
“Thank you,” Sirius murmurs after a spoonful. “This is delicious.”
Once he finishes eating, Remus lies down and pulls the duvet over them.
“Moony, what are you doing? You’re gonna make yourself sick.”
He places a brief kiss to his clammy forehead. “Worth it.”
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When James told him he was going on a blind date, Sirius thought his friend was joking. That he was tired of hearing him say he wanted something deeper than a few one-night stands and he was threatening him with it. When two days later he found himself sitting at a fancy restaurant, waiting for a random man who was a friend of his best friend’s soon-to-be girlfriend, Sirius thought that maybe the joke was going way too far.
Half an hour. That man made him wait half an hour. He excused himself, saying something about missing the bus and then taking the wrong one. His name was Remus, and he was cute; Sirius could admit that, but he was a nervous wreck, and Sirius was not in the best mood; he didn’t want to be there, he had been waiting a fucking ton of time, and after apologising, Remus hadn’t said more than three words in a row.
Then he saw his face when he peeked at the menu and felt a bit bad for him. It was a fancy restaurant, after all, and even if James had said the bill was at his and Lily’s expense, Sirius thought Remus probably wasn’t used to that level of generosity. He ordered an overpriced salad and looked at it as if it had killed his whole family.
To be fair, Sirius wasn’t behaving like he usually did. He could be very social and outspoken when he wanted to; he could flirt and have a good time with everyone if he was interested. It was obvious that night wasn’t the case, and it wasn’t entirely Remus's fault; he seemed kind, and he wasn’t ugly, not at all, but since the start the date had been a disaster.
Normally, when he liked someone, he would observe them and decide how to approach them, how to talk to them, but blind dates didn’t work like that. It was improvised, it was unprepared, it was a bunch of expectations mixed with doubts. Maybe there were people who excelled at blind dates, but neither he nor Sirius was one of them. He stopped trying to make small talk at the third failed attempt.
At least the food was good, and free.
“Sorry again for being late,” Remus said when they were finally outside.
“No hard feelings.”
They looked at each other, unsure about how to say goodbye, but there was no need to prolong the moment. With a vague gesture of their hands, each of them took their way home.
He thought it was a coincidence when almost three weeks later he came across Remus in the port. He was walking Padfoot, his dog, and stopped by a shop to buy some crossword puzzles for Fleamont. There, browsing the bookshelf, was he, with his light brown hair and face of concentration; his cheeks had their natural colour, not the dark red they had the other night.
Sirius hesitated about whether to greet him; their date had been a disaster, but he had been left wondering what it would be like to know Remus without all the distress.
“Remus?” he said, approaching him.
Remus startled, as if he had been so deep in his own mind he hadn’t noticed that there were more people at the ship. When he looked at Sirius, his eyes bulged, and the book in his hands almost fell to the ground.
“Sirius.” He blinked a couple of times, then it seemed he talked himself out of the surprise. “Hi, Sirius.”
That time, his voice sounded lighter, warm. It was such a stupid feeling, but Sirius felt it was the first time he saw the real Remus.
“You searching for a book?”
“Just looking,” he answered, shrugging and looking at the bookshelf again, but he was smiling. “I promised myself I won’t buy another book before reading one of the four I bought the last time.”
“It’s going well?”
Remus turned to look at him, and Sirius could swear he was pouting.
“I want to die.”
Sirius laughed, getting closer to him. The other day he smelled of one of those perfumes that filled a room, but then he smelled sweeter, maybe vanilla.
“Well, I’m searching for a crossword for James’s father. And I’m dared to find one that he can’t solve.”
“Oh, maybe I can help you with that!” said Remus, and he sounded so excited that it amazed Sirius. That was the same man who had just nodded for five minutes straight a few nights before without lifting the gaze from his food.
“Are you an expert at crosswords?”
“Yes. At that... and taking the wrong buses.”
His words were followed by a grimace, but the joke landed well, and Sirius laughed again.
“Thank god, I need the first one now.”
Five minutes later, they left the shop. Sirius with three crossword puzzle books and Remus empty-handed, which hadn’t been easy, because Sirius had seen him biting his lips so hard, staring at one of the books before deciding against buying it. Maybe Sirius had felt the stupid urge to buy it himself.
When they were on the street, Padfoot greeted them excitedly, and Remus went straight to pet him before asking if it was Sirius’s. “Yes”, Sirius said. “And he’s a good judge of character,” that, he only thought.
Maybe he was crazy, or more desperate than he wanted to admit. But something told him that if he had found Remus there, maybe it was because they deserved a second chance. This time, with both of them completely sure of what they were doing.
“Ey, it’s almost noon,” he said casually when Remus straightened up, and he untied the lash. “There’s a place around here, good food and good prices. And they let me take the dog inside.”
He looked at Remus, who was looking at him with the same surprised face as he had had when he had seen him inside the shop. His eyes roamed around Sirius's face for a second before turning softer, and a little smirk could be seen on his face.
“That sounds amazing,” he ended up saying. “Because of the dog.”
Sirius couldn’t contain his smile.
“Because of the dog, of course.”
Some hours later, ice cream in hand and giggles on the lips, Remus, who ended up being not only kind, but also fun and witty, with his slightly red cheeks and bright eyes, cleared his throat.
“It’s funny, because I could say exactly the same.”
“You know, some days ago I had a date, and it went so terribly. One of my worst first dates,” he said, more focused on his chocolate cone than on Sirius. “It’s funny, because today I think I had my best first date.”
Sirius felt himself get excited, his heart jump, his mouth curve upwards.
[This and more in my Ao3 new work: 3 Words and a Ship]
“Stretch your imagination.” Sirius raises a hand, as if he wants to paint a picture with it. “You and I, alone. Just us and the beach. And the sunset, and the clouds...”
“Such a place doesn't exist.” Not for them at least. Sirius, never free to walk again, because the Government is stupid, him, marked a werewolf wherever he goes. Harry may have that, and Remus is happy for him, but them, two old dogs, beaten up by fate until they were too ugly for the public eye... never.
“It does.” Sirius sighs. “I saw it.”
“When? Where?”
“In my dreams.”
Would that they could dream together and never wake up again into the reality of a state who gives a shite about the people who fought for its freedom. “You are not suggesting suicide, are you?” One has to be careful with Sirius lately. Hopelessness does strange things to people.
“No.” Sirius shakes his head. “I suggest we leave. There are safe places in the world. In the Caribbean. The rest of Europe, Africa. Asia...” He sniffs. He never wanted to leave. He is an Englishman at heart – and yet. The thorn sits too deep for forgiveness, for contenting themselves with what little they can have.
“Yes. Lets leave.” Better today than tomorrow. The kids, Harry, everyone can visit them. For they'll never come back.
Rain, Boat, and Sultry - @wolfstarmicrofic - 405 words
Sirius hated summer rainstorms, especially when it was accompanied by sultry heat. He’d tried to plan a boat date for him and Remus’s second anniversary on a day with perfect weather conditions, but it was as though the sky itself was out to get them. When they’d boarded the tiny white rowboat and paddled away from the dock, the sky was clear, and there was a gentle breeze that felt amazing under the oppressive summer sun.Â
They’d had ten minutes of that pleasant weather before it started raining. At first it was a gentle sprinkle; its small droplets only lightly dusted their hair. Then it started pouring. Their picnic basket was soaked, and Sirius was too afraid to find out what state the food inside was in. His white t-shirt clung to his chest, and though Remus tried to cover himself with the picnic blanket to keep warm, it only took a few minutes before its soft fabric was sopping wet.
“I’m sorry, Remus.” Sirius sighed. “I thought we were going to have the perfect weather for a boat ride. That muggle weather TV broadcast said as much.”
“Darling, don’t apologize. You have no control over the weather.” Remus reached out and took Sirius’s hands.
Sirius looked down at the wooden floor. “I know, but this was my first attempt at planning a good anniversary date. And I blew it. Yours, last year, was brilliant.”
Remus shook his head and gently brushed away droplets of water from Sirius’s forehead. “As long as I’m with you, every anniversary date will always be incredible, no matter what happens.”
They leaned in and kissed, only stopping to catch their breath.
“You really are too good to me.” He hummed, gazing into Remus’s beautiful hazel eyes.
“Though, if you do want a do-over, I wouldn’t be opposed in the slightest. The celebration doesn’t have to be on the exact day. I will say, though, chocolate will also more than make up for this afternoon’s misfortunes.” He winked, and Sirius fondly rolled his eyes at that.
Thunder boomed and Sirius nearly lept out of the boat at the deafening sound that rocked their tiny rowboat.
“I think it’s time we go.” Sirius looked around for the paddles, then froze when he saw familiar wooden objects floating just out of reach.Â
Remus’s face paled. “Please don’t tell me that we’ve lost the paddles.”
Revenge (Wolfstar Royal AU) Part 3- dedicated to @zaytivity - 743 Words
I hope this final part was worth the wait for all of you! Thank you again for your kind comments, and I'm so glad you enjoyed this little microfic trilogy.
A comfortable silence settled between the old kings as they each took in one another’s presence. Sirius’s hypnotic silver eyes entranced Remus; those same eyes he’d gazed into on their final night before graduation. The same eyes that’d haunted every one of his dreams. How could one forget such eyes?Â
“You’re so handsome, Remus.” Sirius was finally the one to break the silence.Â
Remus’s cheeks flushed. “And you’re still a huge flirt, Sirius Black.”
“And you were always far too humble for your own good. Now tell me, how have you been?” He leaned closer and rubbed circles into Remus’s worn hands.Â
How had he been? He was still learning how to live in a castle that echoed with his wife’s absence. His arthritis had only been getting worse, and these days the cold settled into his bones far more easily. But he didn't want Sirius to know that.Â
“Well, I’ve been younger. These old bones remind me of that much, at least.” Remus gave Sirius a half smile.Â
Sirius nodded, “Amen to that. I swear I ache in places I never knew you could ache.”
Another silence fell over both of them for a moment. Then he took in a deep breath, “So, I just wanted to say how sorry I am for your loss, Remus. You and your wife seemed very close.”
“Thank you, I really appreciate that. The castle is so empty without her.”
“I felt the same way when my wife passed. The castle just became too much space for me. That’s why I actually moved here.” Sirius gave Remus a soft smile.Â
Remus’s eyes widened. “You live here now?”
“Yeah, just a few blocks away, actually. I built a cottage near that old duck pond where we’d had our first kiss.” Sirius shrugged. “I figured now was as good a time as any to retire, seeing as my daughter runs the kingdom far better than I ever did.”
He nodded, giving him a knowing smile. “My son’s working on transitioning the government from a monarchy to a parliamentary government. So I’m also retired now.”
“Sounds like we both have brilliant kids. Though I wouldn’t expect anything less of you.” Sirius glanced out towards the window. “Would you like to see the place?”
Remus checked his watch. He’d told his driver he’d only be gone for two hours sharp. And while it didn’t feel like it, those two hours were already coming to a close.
“I’d love to, but my driver should be back at any moment.” Remus sighed as he went to stand up, knees wobbly. “It really has been a wonderful afternoon with you. I hope we can do this again someday.”
Sirius stood and rushed to Remus’s side to help steady him. He opened his mouth, closed it again, then drew a steadying breath.  Â
“Remus, look, I’m a lonely old man. I don’t have many excitements anymore, but just spending these two hours with you has made me feel decades younger. And it made me realize I never stopped loving you. ”
“Sirius—”
“I loved my wife deeply, but what I felt for you never faded.” He gently brushed a grey curl out of Remus’s eyes. “I don’t know how many years I have left, but I don’t want to spend them alone. Remus Lupin, I’d like you to move in with me.”
Remus gaped, nearly sinking back into his chair had Sirius not been holding him steady. “I-I don’t know what to say.”
“I know this is a lot to ask for, and I’d understand if you no longer felt the same—”
“Sirius, I never stopped loving you.” Remus cut Sirius off before he could say anything else with a brief but gentle kiss. “And I’d love to spend my last few years with you, if you’ll have me.”
Sirius wrapped his arms around Remus, hugging him tight. Remus’s knees did protest a little at the sudden pressure from Sirius’s knee, but he opted to ignore it.Â
“Well, I suppose I can tell my driver to turn around, then.” Remus grinned.
“I’d like it if you would. There’s so much more we need to catch up on.” Sirius cheekily winked at him.Â
 Remus had spent decades haunted by Sirius Black’s silver eyes. He never imagined he’d get the chance to look into them again, let alone wake up beside them every morning. But some miracles came late in life, and Remus intended to cherish every moment.
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There was a beautiful clear sky the next morning as they gathered in Remus’s flat for a final brief on their plan.Â
“We’re not taking any shit. We get in, grab everything and get out,” James reiterated for the fifth time. He’d placed himself in the leadership role, which as Sirius and Peter accepted without a single grumble; Remus followed suit.Â
“Please be careful,” Lily told them as they loaded into the van.Â
“Don’t worry, we’ve got this,” James winked at her and pulled away from the kerb.Â
It took them a while to get through the city, even with it being so early. Remus was squashed between James and Sirius with Peter on Sirius’s other side. They were most certainly breaking the law as there were only three seats in the cab. Remus, who had never done anything even slightly illegal in his life, found it exhilarating, though he may have been feeding off the adrenaline filling the small space from the anticipation of what they’d meet once they got to the Evans’.Â
James reversed into the driveway of the modest family home and turned off the engine.Â
“We do this quickly and calmly. No fighting. No antagonising. Sirius, I’m looking at you,” James warned. Sirius stuck his tongue out at James before squeezing past Peter to open the door.Â
They all clambered out, and Remus and Peter retrieved the empty cardboard boxes from the back of the van. They walked up to the front door, and James rang the bell. It took a minute, but then the door unlocked and opened to reveal Vernon Dursley with sleep-messed hair.Â
“You!” He snarled at James. Â
“And good morning to you too, Vernon. Mind if we come in?” James said pleasantly as he pushed past Vernon and they entered the house.Â
The moss needs to be properly hydrated to grow and be usable for his recipe against the after-effects of Dementor exposure, but Sirius never quite manages. The potion still works, kind of, but never as good as it could be.
Sirius curses at the blasted plants, as if they specifically trying to thwart him. It must be. It seems to wither on purpose once he lays eyes on it.
Suddenly Remus appears at his side and takes the disliked pot out of his hands, singing to it softly, while pouring exactly the same water that Sirius failed to get into the plants. Immediately green sprouts. He grins proudly and hands it back with a soft touch to Sirius' hands. “It needs care and love to make things grow.” That might be true for plants as much as for people.
Remus was really coming out of his shell with him. Sirius had found he had unending patience for Remus, but with each little thing Remus trusted him with, it made it all worth it.Â
“Thank you for helping Lily,” Remus whispered into the darkness as he curled up against Sirius.Â
"You don’t need to thank me, Remus. Lily should never have gone through that, and if I can help her, I will. That and I’m quite looking forward to dropping that idiot brother-in-law of hers down a few pegs.” Vernon had come into their gym once, probably hoping to use it as a way to get closer to Lily. Thank fuck that hadn’t worked. He’d taken an instant dislike to James, and after being told twice that he couldn't use the machines in the way he was, they asked him to leave.Â
“I know, but I like to all the same,” Remus said quietly, and Sirius simply had to hug him. He was so indescribably sweet. He was so glad they'd met and that he’d been a pushy little shit and squirmed his way into Remus’s life.Â
He watched Remus sleep for a while, his rosy red lips slightly parted as he breathed deeply, his eyelids ever so slightly bruised from sleep. Sirius thought he might just be the most beautiful person in the world. He brushed Remus’s sandy curls off his face and leant in to press a kiss to his forehead. He needed to get some sleep; he needed to be well rested for tomorrow as there was no telling what would happen. But sleep eluded him, and he spent the next two hours simply watching Remus sleep with an adorable smile on his face.Â
