#wolfstart

My dash is totally dead, and I would love to follow some people who are active on here! If you can like or reblog if you regularly post about the following, I’d love to have you spice up my dash. Double points if you create any content for these fandoms:

- Harry Potter 

- The Raven Cycle

- Marvel

- Donna Tart’s assorted works

- YA literature

Part I | Part II | Part III | Part IV | Part V | Part VI | Part VII | Part VIII | Part IX | Part X

Remus sat on the edge of his bed, careful not to wrinkle his suit too much. His fingers were folded tightly over his lap, his leg bouncing up and down from nerves. He had left work half an hour early to shower and prepare for Sirius' arrival; he didn't realize the man would be so late.

It was already quarter past when there was a knock on the door, startling Remus out of his thoughts. The artist stood up, attempted to smooth out his pants, and headed towards the entrance of his flat. When he opened the door, he was greeted with the smug half-smirk of Sirius Black.

"Hello, Mr. Lupin."

"Um… hello, Si— Mr. Black"

Remus held his hand out. Sirius glanced down at it as if this was the first time anyone had offered him a handshake. After a momentary pause, he grasped Remus' hand firmly before pulling away.

"Are you going to invite me in, or shall I stay out here all evening?"

I'd rather the latter, to be honest.

Remus forced a smile on his lips and moved out of the way, motioning for Sirius to head inside. 

"Please," he said, his tone overly polite. "Come in."

Sirius entered the apartment, stopping in the centre of the room and gazing around. As he watched the gallery owner analyze the tiny flat, Remus' heart sank. 

"Charming," Sirius muttered, loud enough for Remus to hear. The artist narrowed his eyes in anger, his nails digging into the palms of his hands. 

"I'm sure it's not as nice as you're used to," Remus retorted, trying— and failing— to keep the contempt and loathing out of his voice. He was beginning to regret ever meeting Sirius Black. 

"No, it's not," Sirius mumbled, heading towards an easel in the corner of the room. Remus opened his mouth to answer, but Sirius cut him off. "What's this?"

Remus glanced over at the painting and his heart skipped a beat; he had forgotten that he was working on that specific piece earlier in the day. He had intended to put it away before Sirius arrived, but it had slipped his mind.

"It— it's just a painting," Remus insisted, heading towards Sirius and the easel in the hopes of redirecting the gallerist's attention. "Something I was working on this morning..."

"I like this one." 

You would.

The painting was of an image that Remus had been struggling to shake from his mind all week: piercing grey eyes and a sharp jawline, refined features that exuded confidence. It was a face that was impossible for Remus to forget, despite how hard he tried. 

"I have others. This one isn't finis— "

Sirius turned around, leering at Remus, a predatory smirk crossing his lips. He straightened his posture and ran a hand through his hair, brushing his bangs from his eyes. He cocked a perfectly sculpted eyebrow and simply stared. Remus opened his mouth and closed it, vaguely resembling a distraught fish, before finally finding his words.

"Mr. Black, I can— "

Sirius took a step towards Remus, raising a hand to the artist's face, his fingers barely grazing against skin. Remus felt his face ignite, his cheeks burning beneath the heat of Sirius' gaze. Grey eyes flicked down and up again, analyzing the man standing before them.

"Mr. Lupin, there are easier ways to get my attention."

"That wasn't—" Remus stammered, taking a step back and almost tripping over a can of gesso.

"I've had plenty of portraits commissioned in my time, but none have captured me quite so… genuinely."

"This isn't—" 

"There's no need to be shy, Mr. Lupin. You wouldn't be the first artist who's been quite taken with me."

"I'm not— "

Sirius took another step forward, leaning into Remus' personal space, intrusive and purposeful. As his lips neared Remus', the artist raised his hands, placing them firmly on the other man's chest, before pushing him away.

"Stop! Mr. Black, what the hell are you doing?!"

Sirius stumbled back from the force of Remus' shove, pausing for a moment before collecting himself. He swept his hair out of his eyes and grinned at Remus, as if nothing was amis. 

"Making sure your intentions are pure. I don't want an artist who wants to show in my gallery as a way of getting into my pants after all." Sirius gave a nonchalant shrug, feigning innocence. Despite the smile on his lips, Remus could have sworn that he noticed a flash of disappointment clouding silver eyes and a subtle flush creeping across porcelain cheeks. 

"Trust me," Remus growled, barely containing his disdain for the other man, "I have absolutely no intention of doing anything of the sort. I am a professional." He emphasised his last word with a venomous bite, seeing past Sirius' feigned innocence.

"Good," Sirius shot back, a glint of malice in his intense gaze.

"Good," Remus spat, squaring his shoulders and clenching his jaw.

Sirius gave Remus a once over, from his toes to the tip of his curls, before running a hand through his hair and turning around. 

"I've seen enough. I'll let you know my decision in the near future, Mr. Lupin." Sirius began striding towards the front door before Remus had a chance to absorb his words.

"Wait!" 

Sirius glanced over his shoulder, cocking an eyebrow, the edge of his mouth curling upwards ever so slightly.

"Yes?"

"I…" Remus didn't want Sirius to leave on a bad note; the artist knew it would have a direct effect on his career. "I'm sorry. I just… please, Mr. Black, I would very much like to show in your gallery." In his mind, Remus knew it was pathetic to resort to grovelling, but he didn't have very many options available to him.

Sirius raised his chin, his smirk growing wider. Remus noted how much the gallerist enjoyed being in the position of power, the way he relished in Remus' pleading.

"It takes a strong work ethic and a consistent style to be able to show with me. Is that something you're prepared for, Mr. Lupin?"

"Yes." Remus knew he had what it took to impress Sirius Black, now he just needed to keep his temper around the insufferable man. "I'm prepared for anything."

"Very well. We'll be in touch regarding my decision."

Sirius: Boyfriend material?

Remus: [Rolls eyes] No, its 100% wool