Someone suggested this one would be cute for use on Harry, and it would be, but my mind went a different route with it. But Harry’s still here, of course. Because he’s just too precious.
was that a yawn?
Remus drops down on the bed beside Sirius with heavy, legless intent. More like crumbles, really, but Sirius refrains from commenting. He's just opening his mouth to say something, possibly ask a question or maybe even a solid quip – he's never sure until it happens – when Remus' face splits into an impossibly wide yawn, eyes crinkling beautifully at their corners, nose scrunching just enough. His arms stretch up over his head, flexing outwards, fingers extending like they're reaching to touch the moon. Sirius becomes briefly lost in watching the muscles of his bare shoulders shift and tighten before he shakes himself clear.
"Sorry, was that a yawn?"
Remus glowers up at him without any true heat. "Shut up," he grumbles moodily, lowering his arms and cross them tightly over his chest. "Four stories, Sirius. Four. And then he was still wide awake. I'm knackered. More than knackered. I am dead."
Sirius pokes at Remus' side experimentally, and the other man squirms, pouting. "Don't seem dead," he remarks. Remus promptly huffs in irritation and flops over to his stomach, burying his face in his pillow. "Aww, c'mon, Moony. Don't be that way. He just likes spending time with you."
Remus mumbles something into the fluff that Sirius can't understand, but he decides it doesn't matter. He presses his nose into the skin of Remus' back and then snuffles his way up, causing the other man to squirm again, movements feeble. Sirius only stops when he reaches the subtle dip in Remus' shoulder where it extends to his neck, lips seeking out the flesh there. Remus harrumphs but Sirius can feel him relax a little under the attention.
"Mooooony," he coos softly, grin on his face and clear in his voice even if Remus can't see it. "Think you've earned a reward for your hard work."
"Go sleep, Pads," mumbles Remus, a bit more intelligible this time. "Tom'row. 'ave your wicked way tom'row."
Sirius keeps moving, hand slipping over Remus' lower back, dipping beneath the waistband of his loose joggers. His mouth continues to chart a small, predetermined path over warm flesh right in that glorious curve.
"You really want to wait that long?" he questions. "Hmm. Doesn't seem much like you."
Remus release a snort-like sound into the pillow but turns his head just enough to crack one eye open and peer at Sirius with a mixture of disdain, exasperation, and a glint of want. Sirius grins.
"Pads," he moans half-grumpily. Sirius fingers grip into soft flesh and Remus sucks in a sharp breath. The expression on Sirius' face broadens. His hand drifts down a little further, nearly where he wants it, but he pulls hit back quickly when they hear trampling footsteps down the hall. Remus groans softly in defeat, turning his head again, and Sirius chuckles as they door is thrown open.
"Ah, the Prongslet returns," he announces quietly, pushing himself up to sitting as Harry's small legs carry him across the room. He hoists himself up into the bed with a bit of effort and then crawls across its surface until he's settled beside Sirius' knees.
"Moony left," says Harry, his green eyes shifting to where Remus still lays, unmoving. "What's he doing?"
"Moony's sleeping," responds Sirius, lifting one finger to his lips in a gesture for silence, his eyes glittering. "He's tired, kid. Try not to wake him."
"Shh," whispers Harry in agreement, and Sirius smiles as he lifts the boy over his lap, feeling Remus stir just a little at the same time.
"That's right. Can't sleep? Is it the Glumbumbles again?"
Harry shakes his head, sighing very seriously. "No. Now it's the Plimpies," says Harry gravely. "They're after my toes."
Sirius bites back a laugh, glancing sideways, spying Remus' head turned a bit again, eye open. The half of his mouth Sirius can see is upturned in amusement.
"Plimpies, huh?" murmurs Sirius, angling back towards Harry. "You know they only live in water, don't you?" Sirius is thinking, not for the first time, that he never should have bought his godson that book, but hindsight is hindsight.
"But they've come for my toes," whinges Harry frantically, face falling a little. Remus makes a noise beside them, a half-choke, half-laugh. Sirius carefully nudges him with his own toes, silently telling him to hush up as Harry's eyes turn to him suspiciously. "Is Moony awake now?"
"No," denies Sirius easily. "Want me to check your room for the Plimpies?"
Harry shakes his head dolefully. "They hide when I'm not alone," he mumbles dejectedly.
"Ah," says Sirius knowingly, smiling a bit. Remus wriggles again beside them. "So, you'd rather stay in here, is that right?" Harry nods, green eyes wide and pleading as he stares up at Sirius. He knows he should resist, knows it's setting a bad precedent, but Sirius feels himself caving almost instantly. It's only one night. "All right, then. I'll fix your room tomorrow, get rid of your infestations of creatures. How's that sound?"
Harry instantly brightens and wiggles from Sirius' lap, planting himself squarely between him and Remus. Sirius restrains a sigh of resignation. His hand had been so close. Oh well.
Sirius shifts in the bed, settling down with Harry, burying all three of them beneath the warm blankets snugly. He can feel the heavy breath Remus releases and Sirius knows he's near enough to sleep not to care much. He likes having Harry in their bed on these rare occasions as much as Sirius does, though they rarely admit to it. Terrible thing, after all. That's what they tell themselves, never believing it for a second.
Harry slowly drifts off to sleep as well, Sirius stroking through his dark hair. Two pairs of even breathing begin to fill the room, and Sirius smiles as he snaps his fingers quietly, extinguishing the light, eventually drifting off with his family, happy and content.
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Remus chuckled “Mystery. I think I know every single person in this town. I also learned their secrets. It is so unusual to have someone new here” his eyes turned towards Sirius “You know, someone to get to know from the start. A new mystery. I like that”
Sirius couldn’t help to be overwhelmed by Remus’s words.
“You don’t like this town, I presume”
“I want to get out of here as soon as possible”
“And go where?”
Remus shrugged “A big city. Maybe London”
“London is not that great” Sirius sniffed, turning off his cigarette with his boot.
“Are you from London?”
Sirius remembered the cold stone house in London. He remembered the boredom he and his brother faced most days. The city wasn’t much fascinating. The few times their parents let them go out, they didn’t see anything interesting. It was the people who were interesting.
“I grew up in Paris” Sirius replied “Then we moved to Rome for a while. Then Venice. Later we went to London. That is where my family settled for the last three years”
“Wow” Remus whistled, as he tossed his finished cigarette aside “You, my friend, have lived my dream life”
Sirius let out a soft laugh, Remus had no idea how his life was.
“Have you visited New York?”
Sirius nodded. He was dragged there with his father one time, bringing him company while he made business. It had been a boring trip.
Remus Lupin, though, found that fascinating. He reminded Sirius of a little child, impressed to see something new.
“New York is my dream city. Most books I’ve read happen in New York. I need to visit it once before I die” Sirius’s chest grew in warmth as he saw the other boy beaming “I want to visit every city. Maybe travel around the world visiting all kind of places”
“That would be wonderful, Lupin” Sirius smiled, feeling his cheeks’ temperature rise.
“I thought you have visited places, Black”
“Not in the way I wanted, Lupin”
“We should go together then” Remus blushed as soon as those words left his mouth. Sirius found it absolutely adorable “I mean if you want”
Sirius nodded before he could stop himself.
“Okay” he laughed.
“But you should call me Remus, though”
“So, you have to call me Sirius”
“Okay, Sirius” Remus smirked, biting his lip.
“Okay, Remus” Sirius swallowed.
Sirius could fall for this boy. Sirius had seen many scenes in his dreams of them running together, grabbing hands, hugging tightly, even kissing. But Sirius didn’t see a conversation. He never heard that boy speak. And Remus Lupin was funny and interesting.
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Sneak peek from the new chapters of the fanfic Beautiful Creatures. Read it complete on Ao3.
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