We Were infinite - A Marauder’s Saga

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I think you meant number 48 - “You have Pretty hands” 

Sirius chuckled as he swiftly swooped in to grab Remus around the waist just before the werewolf completely lost his balance. “Careful, Moony!” He grinned, eyeing the bottle of firewhiskey in his friend’s hand. “And just how many of those have you had, Mr. Moony?” 

They were standing outside on the Potter’s back porch where Sirius had followed a stumbling Remus. The party still raged on inside. An engagement party that Euphemia and Fleamont were throwing for James and Lily. A rare moment of love and happiness in times like these. 

Remus shrugged. “I d’no. Pro’ly…I d’no.” He giggled and leaned more of his weight against Sirius, humming contently. “Pads?” He slurred.

“Yeah?” 

“Think M’drunk.” 

Sirius snickered, tightening his hold on the other man. “Yeah, no shit, mate. C’mere. Let’s sit you down, yeah?” With some difficulty, Sirius managed to support his very drunk friend across the porch to a small wicker love seat. When they used to spend weeks of their summer holidays at the Potters’ the seat easily fit two of the boys, three if they really squished together. Now it was a tight fit for just the two of them, forcing their bodies incredibly close and making the already humid summer night air seem even hotter to Sirius. Remus didn’t seem to notice, and he let his head fall to the side to rest on Sirius’ shoulder, his hair tickling under Sirius’ chin. 

 “Thanks for t’king care’v me, Si-Siry- ugh, Pads.” 

Sirius snorted, rolling his eyes and reaching to pry the bottle from his friend’s hands. “No problem, but I think maybe that’s enough for you tonight, eh mate?” 

Remus nodded very seriously. They stayed quiet for a few minutes while Remus’ head stopped spinning and he let the fresh air do its job. Then suddenly Remus grabbed Sirius’ hand, bringing it close to his face for observation.

Sirius raised an amused eyebrow at him, trying not to laugh. “What on earth are you doing, Remus?” 

 “I like your hands.” 

Sirius’ face went warm and he swallowed. This thing he and Remus had been doing over the last few months, whatever it was, he was starting to think that it may be turning into something more than it was originally supposed to be. At least on his own part. He laughed shakily and licked his lips. “Oh yeah?” 

Remus nodded, still very serious, turning Sirius’ hand over and tracing along the edges of his fingers with the tip of his own. “You’ve got very pretty hands.” 

Sirius scowled at that. “Excuse you, Mr. Moony. My hands are quite manly, thank you very much.” 

Remus ignored him. “Lily’s hands are pretty too. espe-…espi-…’specially with that ring Prongs gave her…” 

Sirius felt his heartbeat a little faster. He nodded. “Yeah. It’s a nice ring.” His throat felt tight and he tried to clear it. “…suits her.” 

Remus hummed his agreement, still staring intently at Sirius’ hand while his forefinger traced over Sirius’ ring finger. “…you ought to wear one.” 

Sirius thought his eyes might pop out of his skull and he forgot how to breathe. “Er, Moony…?” 

Remus just sighed and laced their fingers together, staring out at the dark sky. “I ought to get you one. That way everyone will see it when they see you’ve got pretty hands and a pretty ring and they’ll know that you’re mine…” 

Sirius swallowed hard. “Y-your’s, am I?” 

Remus nodded, his eyes starting to droop sleepily. “Mhm…s’just…been too bloody stupid to tell you that you are, y’know? Or…ask you to be…Hey, Pads?”

“Y-yeah?” Sirius’ voice cracked and he cleared his throat again. “Yeah, Moony?” 

“Could you r’mind me, like…t’morrow…when there’s…or when I’m not so drunk an’more…could you just remind me to tell you?” 

Sirius took a slow breath in. “Th-that I’m yours?” 

“Mhm…just. Just tell sober me that drunk me is tired of waiting and…and if I ever want to put a stupid pretty ring on your stupid pretty hand, I’ve…I’ve got to tell you first that I’m in love with you.” 

Sirius licked his lips. Merlin, there was no way Remus would remember this in the morning. He nodded. “Yeah, Moons. I’ll remind you…and while I’m at it, I’ll remind you that I’m in love with you as well, yeah?” 

Remus made a content sound, nuzzling further into Sirius’ neck. “That’s really good, isn’t it?” 

Sirius smiled. “Yeah, Moony, it is.” He turned his head slightly to kiss Remus’ forehead, then looked fondly down at their joined hands. He wants to marry me….

“Sirius…”

“Yeah?” 

“…I think I may get sick.” 

Remus first learns this when they are sitting with their hands interlocked doing work and Sirius just casually writes his essay with his left hand because his right is holding Remus’

And Remus is shocked because how has he never noticed??

And he’s not writing in his perfect Black cursive, his handwriting with his left hand is a lot messier, a lot more ‘him’

But the next day he is taking notes in class with his right hand and the perfect handwriting is back and Remus is so confused

So he finally asks Sirius about it and he tells him about how he was born a leftie

But his parents couldn’t have a defected heir, so they forced him to learn with his right hand

So now he can write pretty well with both but just defaults to the right because that’s what he’s always done

And Remus just decides at every opportunity to sit on Sirius’ right and hold his hand so he has to write with his left

Sirius escapes, part 1