​Harry looked thoughtful. He tapped his chin. "I want a wedding."

​Sirius choked on air. "A... a wedding? You're five. You can't get married."

​"Not me," Harry scoffed. He poked Sirius in the chest. "You."

​"Me? Who am I marrying?"

​Harry sighed, a long, suffering sound.

​"You and Moony," Harry said like it was obvious. "Cake. Dancing. And you stop sleeping on the sofa."

​"We're just friends, Harry," Sirius tried weakly.

​Harry gave him a look of withering pity. "Uncle Padfoot. You eat off his fork. You pick the onions out of his soup. You steal his jumpers. You turn into a dog just so he’ll scratch your ears. You are not friends. You are... codependent."

​Sirius’s jaw dropped. "Where did you learn that word?"

Sirius: aw, you’re so sappy, mine’s gonna be Peter

Peter: YEAH!

James: WHAT? What about me??

Sirius: you’re gonna officiate, duh?

James: HA!

Remus: wait, what about me? I’m not good enough to be a best man?

Sirius: no, dummy, you’re the one I’m marrying

Remus: what

James: WHAT

Peter: what??

“Four  beds, Padfoot! It says four beds!” James complained, reading off of the listing and rolling his eyes.

“Wait, really? I thought it said five!” Sirius exclaimed, leaning over James and looking at his phone screen suspiciously. 

“No, you idiot. Four. And next time we go on a group vacation, you will not be the one to book the cottage,” Lily reprimanded, rolling her eyes and crossing her arms.

“Fine. James and I will share, and–”

“Absolutely not! We were already going to share before, that doesn’t solve the problem! And before you suggest it, we are not letting you join us, Sirius,” Lily snarked, grimacing.

He grinned. “You’re missing out!” But it was all a joke. “Fine, I’ll kip with someone else, yeah?

But Remus, Peter, and Mary were all studiously avoiding his gaze. Still, he pouted, eyes wide, until one of them broke. 

“Fine!” Remus sighed, throwing his arms in the air and giving Sirius a death glare. “But if you kick me in your sleep–”

“I won’t, Moony!” Sirius assured him, beaming. “Don’t you worry!”

Quickly, the friends brought their bags into the admittedly-nice cottage, selecting rooms and taking some time to unpack. As soon as the door to Sirius and Remus’s room closed, Sirius turned to Remus, sending him a huge grin. “Hey, Moony,” he said slowly, eyes full of amusement.

Already on the bed, Remus gave a huff of laughter. “You think they bought it?” he asked, lips turning up more as Sirius joined him, straddling his lap.

“Oh, yeah. You seemed right pissed. ‘Oh, Padfoot, I guess I’ll share a room with you for a whole week. If I have to shag you senseless I suppose I will!’ Bloody good actor you are.”

The next morning , Sirius walks up to him , and says quietly , "I love David Bowie."

Remus , who had been busy in humming one of the lyrics of starman , looks up , a bit confused.

"What ?"

“Are you going to stay up reading for a while longer, Moony?” Sirius asked him with heavy lids.

“Yeah, just a few more minutes.”

Sirius curled up in bed then, giving his back to Remus, “will you pat my back while you read?”

Remus spared him a look, followed by a sigh, “You’re too spoiled,” he said, as he brought up his hand to deliver light rhythmic pats on Sirius’ back, hearing him purr in delight.

@wolfstarmicrofic

Sirius has this list he made once, titled “reasons why we can never ever ever ever break up.” It’s full of things like:

-we have too many inside jokes -we already have enough shared trauma -because we already share jumpers and that feels legally binding -you are the perfect amount of warm -I refuse to let anyone else learn all my habits, intimate or otherwise. -because i love you (written twice, underlined trice, circled in different colors) -because what if i miss you too much 🥺

Since the idea of ever breaking up with Sirius had never once crossed his mind, Remus had thought the list was rather silly. Endearing, yes…but silly. 

That is… until tonight. 

Tonight, Remus couldn’t sleep.

Not because anything was wrong… no, but because Sirius wasn’t right next to him. His head wasn’t on Remus’ chest like it usually was when they slept. Two years of sharing a flat. Two years of falling asleep together every night. And now Remus lay wide awake, far past his usual bedtime, staring down at his own chest with a very noticeable Sirius-shaped hole.

Metaphorical hole, sure…but the absence felt real.

He tried putting a pillow there, pretending it was Sirius. It didn’t work…every time, he leaned down instinctively to press a kiss to Sirius’ forehead and found nothing. He swapped it for the bolster. Worse. His fingers reached, half-asleep, searching for dark waves to tangle through.

Nothing.

Miserable and pouting, he padded into the living room where Sirius was hunched over his auror training notes.

Sirius looked up immediately. “Couldn’t sleep?”

Remus shook his head.

“Almost done,” Sirius said, smiling like he already knew.

Later, when Sirius finally settled back onto Remus’ chest, Remus kissed his temple, his cheek, his hair, eyelids and tip of his nose… too many kisses to count.

“I should make my own list of why we can’t break up… ever,” Remus murmured.

Sirius blinked, looking up sleepily. “Hmm?”

“Number one,” Remus kissed his forehead again, holding him closer, “it’s impossible for me to sleep without you here. You’ve carved this place out to fit you exactly.” He pointed at his chest, right over his heart.

"Come on Prongs, he's gorgeous!"

"He's also working, and honestly I'd rather do anything else other than steer students towards the right room for orientation," James sighed.

"You know what? You've become boring since you started dating Lily. He's hot and I'm going to shoot my shot."

"Suit yourself, Pads."

When his name was called, Sirius strutted up to the desk, grinning at the older student with the frankly alarming-looking vintage jumper.

"Sirius, that's me," he said. "And what's your name, hot stuff?"

He thought he saw a faint blush on the other's cheeks but then he just looked down at his stack of papers.

"It's Remus. Orientation?" he asked, his voice exhausted like someone who had done the same exact thing for hours by then.

"Oh, very gay," Sirius shot back, leaning on the desk. "How about you, can I buy you a coffee some time?"

Remus looked up again and there was definitely a blush on his cheeks now. Sirius smirked.

"I meant which work orientation you're scheduled with," Remus said faintly.

"Ah, that. The mechanical engineering workshop, I'm really good with my hands."

Sirius was a little disappointed when Remus handed him his orientation sheet without looking up again. But as he walked away and looked at it he saw something scrawled right on top, by a series of numbers.

I'm a theatre student, so I'm very good with my tongue

anyway, life's good, but sirius kind of feels a bit alone sometimes since harry's taking up so much of james' time nowadays (sirius absolutely adores the kid but you know, everything is suddenly about family. where is the adventure?). since he's reconciled with his little brother (finally) he has the task of finding a birthday present for him, so he's walking around diagon alley, looking for something that could make the little shit happy for once.

and then he sees it, a little bookstore crammed in between two other popular stores. the sign above the door reads blackthorn's books. it doesn't have as many customers as the stores beside it but it looks like a place regulus would adore. sirius walks in and realizes that it's gonna be impossible to find anything in here. he doesn't know a single thing about books, really, and there are books not only on the shelves but stacked in heaps on the floor. it's chaos, but beautiful chaos, if you're into reading and all that, he supposes.

then he sees the man behind the counter. the first thing he notices is the scars. his face and sleeveless arms are covered in them, making him look handsome in this sort of rougish and rugged way. he's sitting down on a stool, reading, and yet he's taller than sirius still. everything is quiet in here, making him feel like he's walked into some seperate world. sirius coughs into his hand and tries to get his attention.

when the man looks up his breath his taken away. he has the prettiest hazel eyes he has ever seen. the man blushes and puts the book down, immediately standing and showing his real height. sirius has to crane his neck to look up at him. he looks adorable as he sheepishly scratches the back of his neck.