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It was a freezing November day like the others, it was raining outside, the blonde head sitting by the window sighs exhausted. “Hey rem are you okay?” A red hair stepped in the room. Remus turned his head, “yeah I fine don't worry ‘bout it Lils” “yah know you should come to tonight’s party, it could keep things off your mind”
Remus let out a tired laugh.
The truth about him wasn't that he needed to get things out of his mind. He was tired of living without purpose. He wasn't like James or Sirius, confident and loud, he wasn't like Peter, funny and quiet but understanding. He wasn't like the girls. Lily, independent and smart. Mary, beautiful and kind or even like Marlene, stubborn and brave.
He was just Remus, the queer half-blood werewolf whose only quality was his luck. His luck to have such good friends, his luck to be in this school. His reason to live had once been his late mother but now without her it wasn't the same. And now the only thing he would think about apart from his undying love for his straight guy best friend, the truth was that each month he hoped the wolf would hurt his body so badly that he wouldn't have to wake up.
“Remus, you're there?” Lily's strong Scottish accent cuts him out of his thoughts. “Yeah Lil's I will think about it.” He wouldn't. “Remus look at me,” he could feel Evans' eyes on him, he knew that looking at her was short for not winning the argument. “Remus, please really think about it. Promise me you will.” Well now he was fucked. “I will think about it Flower” he looked down at her, her thin smile showing her victory.
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Even in his spot at the end of a sofa, Remus could feel people's heavy scents, alcohol, people’s fast beating hearts, loud voices and all the things his werewolf scents make him hate.
He was reading his favorite book in hope to forget it all, when his eyes recognized a familiar silhouette. His head shot up at the image of the gorgeous boy with long black locks and grey eyes. His hair falls back bouncing on his shoulders while he tilted his head back with laughter. His eyes closed for a second while his lashes fluttered delicately. This gorgeous boy was going to be the death of him.
Their eyes met for what feels like a minute before some drunk sod trips on the sofa spilling his drink all over Remus. The odor went straight to his head as he got up quickly before the poor guy could apologize to him. He ran up to the dorms so fast that he registered after being up there that he’d forgotten his book.
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Not much after he had changed into new clothes (his jumper thrown somewhere in the room) he heard footsteps climbing up the stairs.
Sirius entered the room with a cup of hot chocolate and his lost book. As he sat beside Remus on the bed, deposing the cup and book on the stack beside Remus’s bed. “Strong scent?” Remus just nodded slightly while fighting back the sleep at the sound of Sirius's gentle voice. “Do you want me to read to you? Do you need to lay down?” Not even hearing Remus' protests, Sirius made him lay back down and Remus’s drifted off while his best friend kept speaking rapidly. His arm snaked it's way to Sirius’s waist by its own will. At some point Remus heard himself speaking a mix of Italian and Welsh.
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He woke up still slightly on top of Sirius, who had a hand spread through his hair. A blanket had been dropped on them. He could hear Sirius mumbling in French, when his name fell from Sirius lips the first time he throught that he was dreaming. But he heard it a second time then again and again. In horror he could feel the blood manifesting from the front of his pants. When he tried to escape Sirius’s warmth his second hand comes to rest across the back of his neck.
After a few minutes struggling, he accidentally woke Sirius up. Sirius just furiously blinked his eyes before sliding in bed next to Remus, his head felt immediately against the other’s chest. Remus’s mind took a few seconds to register the situation before he slided his arms to the black haired boy’s waist, holding him even closer. His thumbs tracing some lazy patterns while Sirius’s furrowed eyebrows loosen up. He smiled at the perfect boy in front of him.
Sirius’s eyes who were locked in his felt instantly to his mouth blinking they returned quickly to his gaze, holding it.
After what felts like hours, someone cleared their throat. Sirius jumped out off Remus' embrace. It wasn't weird for the marauders to hug each other but somehow it felt different. Sirius walked over his truck, picking out an outfit. He sent a glance at Remus before he made his way to the bathroom.
James stared at his two best friends before he cursed under his breath, “those dumb fucks, I swear to Merlin.” Remus, who heard him thanks to his werewolf senses, watched him curiously. James grabbed his jacket as he headed out, “I'm heading to breakfast Wormy is already down there, get down when you two are ready and for your friends' including my sake please sort your shit out.”
The blond head blushed furiously at the comments. “I don't know what you're talking about”
James just laughed, stopping in his tracks, he tried to cover it with a cough but ended up almost choking. Once he had calmed down he raised an eyebrow to his friend. “Oh you sure do, you guys have been eye fucking each other for years ! Now fucking sort it out!”
Surprisingly Remus did blush even harder. James rolled his eyes as he slammed dramatically the door after him.
Remus was still staring at where James just stood a few minutes ago when Sirius emerged from the bathroom. His hair was held up in a bun by his wand while the shortest locks of it escaped and curled wildly around his face. His beautiful storm ish eyes were somehow enlighted by the smuggled eyeliner. A little moon earing hangs from his pierced ear.
He was now wearing a queen tour’s shirt which was falling down from his shoulder, showing the thin line of his tattoo.
The shirt was too big to be his and Remus was pretty sure it was from his own truck. At the thought the werewolf had to swallow, his throat dry with want. He wanted to bite down the other’s shoulder and anywhere he could reached.
He shoke his head refocusing on Padfoot’s outfit. His top (or moony’s top) was tucked in some tight black jeans. He was wearing his doc martens boots but he was still much shorter than Remus. He grinded up at him as he turned 2 times on himself.
“So what do you think Moons? I look incredibly stunning, right ?” The taller man couldn't take his eyes off the other man, he didn't even seem to register the statement as his gaze shifted to the other mouth. His eyes still scanned the animagus as he breathed out “you look endearing.”
Sirius’s eyes widened as he processed Remus’s words. Something snapped in his stare as he slowly approached his roommate. Which steps automatically forward like a magnet. Once they were only centimeters away, Sirius closed the distance interlocking his fingers with the back of Remus’s hair pulling him closer and closer until their lips touched.
The kiss was slow and passionate. The obvious feeling of their hearts beating in sync. The scarred boy‘s arm wrapping mechanically around the pureblood’s waist. They broke the kiss breathless, Sirius laughed silently as he let his forehead drop on Remus’s collarbone. Remus‘s eyes were still looking at the other profile not wanting to waste a second of the other's smile. Pads’s shaky breath snuggling Remus’s neck as he spoke.
“Please tell me that I didn't make a fool of myself. That you like me too.” Remus' breath caught, he didn't think any words would have been enough to describe his love for his roommate, the actions wouldn't be enough and the words wouldn't be enough but he still would try to make them work.
“Oh my foolish boy. The world could stop, I still would have my eyes locked on you, my thoughts still full of your laugh, my arms searching for your body. If the world tried to separate us I would find you in every timeline. So no. I don't like you. I love you and I always will.”
Sirius' grips seemed to tighten in his best friend’s hair. His heartbeat fast against his moony’s stomach. “Je t'aime tellement, plus que tout, plus que tout. Je t'aime comme un fou, je t'aime à ne plus en respirer. Je suis à toi. Je suis ton fou.” His voice was lower when he spoke french, it sent a shiver down Remus’ back.
Remus asked himself how can people look at the moon when Sirius shines so much. His hands brought his star even closer to him while he dropped his head to Sirius's shoulder as he spoke right in his ear. “fy seren”
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