WARNING: PLEASE READ: THIS STORY CONTAINS HOMOSEXUAL PEOPLE AND HOMOSEXUAL PEOPLE KISSING! THE PAIRING IS REMUS LUPIN X SIRIUS BLACK, MARAUDER ERA.
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TwilaCute
Remus Lupin was a werewolf. Plain fact, sitting there in front of you; Remus was a werewolf. A monster; a creature of the moon, unable to feel emotions on any kind of level because he didn't deserve them. He could kill people, murder them until the sun peaked over the trees. He didn't deserve emotions.
However, he couldn't help it. The weird, churning feeling in the pit of his stomach when he was around, the higher octave that his voice rose to whenever he asked him a question. Sure, he knew that, if he could have the emotion of love, he'd be homosexual, gay or what-ever-other-words-there-are-to-describe-the-manner. But Remus himself couldn't feel love for him; at least, that's what he told himself, to relieve the stress on his mind about his 'non-existent emotions' for the dark-haired boy.
Besides, werewolves couldn't feel anything. They're wild, territorial and possessive creatures that, if ever they bothered to get married, would get married to female werewolves. Not male humans. Never to a human, be it male or female.
Sirius Black had a huge dilemma to face: his reputation or his sexuality? The poor, browny-black haired boy recently found out he was attracted to men. Not women, not birds, hell not even toads, but men. And not just any old man: a single man, a tawny-haired 'hottie' that Sirius just so happened to be best friends with. Which made it all the harder.
He wasn't gay. He wasn't interested in men like Sirius. He didn't look at Sirius the same way Sirius looked at him. He didn't know the impact he had on Sirius' day whenever he smiled at him. For example, Sirius had woken up extremely late and had panicked to the brink of what Minnie McGonagall would say (for he was sure they had Transfiguration today) when he chuckled from the bed opposite and announced it was a Saturday.
One of the reasons Sirius loved him was because of that. Sirius, afterwards, had grinned sheepishly and asked what book he was reading. This time, he was genuinely interested in what the gold-flecked-eyed boy was saying. He cared about the details of the book that he was describing.
But he wasn't gay so Sirius had to either brush it off as a crush and go back to liking 'birds' or dump the fan-club and join his. Because everyone knew he had one.
James Potter was pissed. Not in the drunk sense (he had Saturdays for that) but in the sense that his two bloody blind best mates had it bad for one another and wouldn't admit their damn feelings for each other and get into a bloody relationship! Sure, James could understand that, if they were to break up, the Marauders would be in total disarray and most likely be in pieces but at the present moment, he'd rather that than what he was seeing at the moment.
They were sat at opposite ends of the couch in the Gryffindor Common Room and, although being very discreet about it, were sneaking glances at the other and blushing. Okay, so maybe Sirius wasn't blushing but he was turning a darker shade around his cheeks and getting rather flustered. Remus, being a naïve nuisance (only at the present moment; Remus couldn't be a nuisance if he tried!), didn't actually notice this.
James felt like doing three things. One: banging his head against the wall. Two: yelling 'GET A ROOM!' and saving the entire Gryffindor House from this torture. Or three: transfigure his quill in a chain and handcuffs, lock the two of them together, shove them in a broom cupboard, lock the door and swallow the key. Frankly, he preferred number three by far.
Lily Evans was considerably annoyed. Not only was this not turning out like her fan-girl side had imagined (Lily had a very vivid imagination) but they were completely ignoring the fact. Sirius, despite Lily hating the very ground he walked upon, needed to open his eyes, grab Remus' robes and snog him 'til the next full moon. And Remus, bless his tiny, naïve soul, needed to get a backbone, throw down the damn romance novel he was flicking through – because really, he was admiring Sirius' new scarf – and cuddle up against his soon-to-be-lover.
Oh yes. Because if they didn't do either of those things soon, Lily was going to get pissed off so bad not even Peeves would cross her. And a pissed Lily was not a good Lily. Take advice from James on that one. He'd been stabbed enough over the years. Of course, the scars from the hexes she'd given him, he promptly named his 'Battle Scars' and sprouted pathetic poetry on why his love for Lily was like a war that would be won. One day.
It seemed, though Lily hated to admit it, that James had also become increasingly annoyed with his best friends' antics. In fact, he was so annoyed that Lily was sitting alone at a table. Alone. And it didn't feel nice like she expected it to. No, it felt love-less.
Peter Pettigrew, despite common opinion, was not a half-wit. He could see from miles off – this was good, considering how terrible his eye-sight was – that one Remus Lupin and one Sirius Black were really caught up on one another. In fact, being the non-half-wit he was, he could actually come up with a half-decent plan. Because, like the rest of Gryffindor, Slytherin and Ravenclaw (the Hufflepuffs didn't quite understand love), Peter was seriously annoyed that his two mates weren't together. They loved one another, for crying out loud; how much more proof did they need?
It wasn't until Lily and James cornered him after the final lesson one Friday (Transfiguration) that Peter decided upon telling them his plan.
Now all it needed to do was work.
Madam Pince's library was an especially good place to hold Part A of the fabled plan. Lily, being the model student she is, managed to, in James' words, 'sweet-talk Madam Pince into letting them use the library'. However, the main reason for his anguish at this situation was that a; Lily was his girlfriend, after years of *cough*pestering*cough* and b; Madam Pince was able to resist James' own charms, which barely anyone could do.
Back on topic, James was ready to initiate Part A of the nicknamed plan, Operation: Get the Two Thunderheads to Realise Their Emotions and Start Making Out. Of course, Lily shortened it to Operation: Black Loves Lupin or OBLL, which was probably for the best.
James watched as Remus walked – in the very sophisticated way that James' parents had tried to teach him but failed dramatically – towards his favourite desk in the library. Peter had already placed the pink card on the table and alerted Sirius as well. Lily was outside, initiating Part B of OBLL.
After about three minutes of reading, Remus looked up slightly to glance about the room and the desk. It was a known fact that, out the Marauders, Remus was most likely to be wary of others. Barely anyone knew why and nobody ever asked, for fear of upsetting him. Remus was most sniffle-y when he was upset and sniffle-y Remus meant a berserk Black named Sirius. Nobody in their right – or wrong, you never know – mind would annoy Sirius Black. Ever.
Anyway, upon seeing the pink card with his name scrawled out elegantly (courtesy of one Lily Evans), Remus carefully picked up the card and opened it gently. A few lyrics that James had recorded with his wand and inserted inside the card escaped, tumbling around Remus' ears:
"Roses are red
Violets are blue
If I cannot see you
I'll get the Floo…"
Remus stiffened incredibly quick, leaving James smirking. With the voice modifying spell Lily used on him, James sounded surprisingly like Sirius Black. He knew how to get a reaction out of Lupin instantly.
No more than three seconds later, Sirius himself strode into the library, received a glare from Madam Pince, and stalked over to Remus who, upon seeing Sirius, blushed a light crimson shade and snapped the still jabbering card up. In a feeble attempt to hide it from Sirius, he dropped it on the floor, immediately catching the boy's attention.
"Hey, Remus," Sirius grinned as he bent down to pick up the note. Remus squeaked and, as he'd gone down to pick it up too, bumped heads with Sirius.
"Ah… Sorry!" cried the blushing boy. Peter almost wept seeing his friend like this, for it was Peter's idea in the first place and now he was having second thoughts. But, he needn't have worried. Sirius merely laughed, rubbed his own head for a moment and then moved on to Remus'.
"It's okay," he said, smirking slightly. "Are you alright?" Remus hadn't taken his hand away from his forehead, you see, so the brunette-black haired boy pried the hand away from the bruise, taking in Remus' features.
He hadn't been this close to Remus before and never really appreciated how Remus looked from this close up. He thought the boy was hot far away and yet, here he was, his mind going into overload while painfully trying to memorise every line on his crush's face.
"Uh… Sirius?" wondered the 'hot' boy, worry starting to form in his golden eyes. That was another thing Sirius loved about Remus; his eyes. They shone, glinted even, with every emotion he felt at a single moment. But he also hated making Remus worry, so, instead of getting lost in those beautiful eyes like he ought to, he stood up straight, a blush creeping onto his cheeks, and smiled down at the werewolf.
"I have diagnosed you, Moony," he exclaimed. Moony became considerably more observant now that Padfoot had diagnosed him.
"And what is my condition, Padfoot?" humoured the smaller, younger and more innocent male. Sirius could hear the sarcasm in his voice and smirked.
"You are one hundred percent…" he began, "perfectly perfect!" He threw his hands out to the side like a show-biz guy and a grin plastered his features. Remus rolled his eyes, a smile playing on his own features, before noticing the note.
"Uh, Sirius? Can I have my note back please?" he requested, blushing lightly. Sirius looked down at his hands and frowned, seeing his crush's name written 'all fancy-like'.
Instead though, he played it 'cool'. This was not going well.
"No," Sirius replied starkly. "You can't have it back as it's from little Moony's secret admirer and Padfoot wants to know who said person is!" His taunting voice held half the deal but his eyes gave away the pain he was feeling.
Why would anyone take his Moony away from him? Did Moony like his secret admirer? Did Moony even know who this girl – or guy – was? Who was he to judge; he was gay himself.
Remus' eyes drooped and his aura changed suddenly. He let a whimper slip out from under his breath and instantly prayed his best mate didn't hear.
So it wasn't Sirius on the card? Snape was probably playing a joke on Remus; everyone knew Snivellus had the hots for Sirius. Too bad for him though! Moony wasn't giving him up without a fight. And a werewolf gets very protective over their things.
Sirius opened the card and suddenly Lily's voice blared through. "Right you two!" she yelled. "The lake, now. Got it? Good!" And silence permeated the area once more.
James silently prayed that his girlfriend – who was super hot, by the way – hadn't messed up or it would be the end of the Marauders…forever…
"Us…two?" Sirius glanced quizzically at Remus who was staring just as blankly at the card. That soundtrack hadn't been on their when he's opened it! Maybe it was different one or…
"Oh, very clever, Lily," he muttered, standing up and packing away his book. Sirius watched him, his eyes taking in the amazing Remus Lupin.
"What's so clever?" he asked the bookworm, a curious expression marking his face. It took all of Remus' strength not to kiss his adorable, doggy-like features right there and then; even in human form, Sirius had control over the dog inside him and often used them on his facial expressions. "Remus?"
"Huh? Oh! Sorry, Sirius! Lily said to meet her by the lake. Obviously she thinks it's time we get a date or something!" Remus explained, closing his bag with a snap. Sirius could see that he was lying but didn't want to anger Remus, who looked furious enough already. Carefully the older boy placed a hand on his shoulder, causing the werewolf's ears to go incredibly red.
Sirius loved those ears.
"C-Come on!" squeaked Remus, his face turning crimson again. Gods, why did Padfoot do this? Couldn't he see the effect it was having on him? He couldn't say no, his grades were slipping, he was in love!
Remus pulled his shoulder away from his older friend, who, in turn, frowned lightly. What did he do? Remus wasn't talking to him at all.
They graced out the library, Sirius giving Madam Pince a quick wink – which only infuriated her – and Remus flashing an apologetic look – which calmed her slightly. She then winked at the two boys behind the shelves – how blind people are when they are in love – to signal that they're safe.
"Good luck," she whispered to them as they left afterwards. For, as much as she hated *cough*despised*cough* Sirius Black, she adored Remus Lupin who never succeeded in annoying her in the slightest. And since polite little Remus had a crush on Bad-Boy Black, she'd do her best to get them together. She sighed. If only getting Filch was that easy.
As Remus and Sirius walked down to the lake, an uncomfortable silence ensued. Finally, Sirius had the guts to break it.
"Madam Pince doesn't like me," he noted, merely to break the ice. Remus looked up at him and smirked.
"Going for older women now, are we Black? Here I thought you only made-out with girls in our year!" he laughed. Sirius forced a smile, finding the joke a little funny but he could tell Remus was uncomfortable. The look in his eyes, whenever he glanced at Sirius, was beyond anything the browny-black haired boy had ever seen.
Pain. And Sirius knew he'd caused it.
"What did I do?" he wondered aloud, stopping in his tracks to think. Remus paused and glanced back at him, worry entering his eyes once again.
"Sirius, are you okay?" he asked. Sirius looked up and frowned. Now worry. What was happening to Remus' emotions?
He shook his head, however, and continued walking, leaving Remus to catch up. "You can tell me everything, you know," he said to the tawny-haired boy once he'd caught up. Remus looked at him and smiled weakly. The amount of concern on his pal's face was a concern in itself.
"I know," he replied, angling his head slightly to the left and adopting a rather innocent expression. Sirius blinked, a blush creeping up on his pale cheeks.
Why the hell was Remus so cute?
Suddenly, they both snapped out their thought when a cough…well, coughed. They looked up and saw Lily, in a chef's costume and hat, standing there, smiling. They both smiled back, Remus slightly more than his crush, and Lily nodded.
"Dinner is this way, sirs!" she grinned, stepping back.
The sight made both boys gasp.
Author's Note: Hello all and everyone! It's TwilaCute here, scarring you with her Filch x Madam Pince! No, this fic is not about those two. If you haven't read it (and you should have, otherwise you're being awkward), then you will know that this fic is about my newly addicted-to pairing: Remus Lupin x Sirius Black.
I am a shounen-ai/slash fangirl, as I'm sure some *cough*most*cough* people know. I'm not overly good with writing romance or humour (I suck at both) but I hope this fic is okay. It might be a two-shot, it might be a three-shot, depending on my updates.
This is the first story I decided to post (it may not be the first one I ACTUALLY post so be warned) so please be nice. If you don't like the pairing, there IS a warning at the top and there will be NO smut in this. I think of fluff as a gentle kiss so there MAY be some fluff in here, please correct me if I'm wrong.
Disclaimer: TwilaCute does NOT, and she repeats NOT, own anything in this story except the plot. The characters all belong to J. who has recently written an adult book that is said to be terrible. I'm not reading it though.
Thank you for reading! I'm not going to force you to review but I'd like help on how to make my writing better, even though the help I'm getting at the moment is great! Flames or unfair criticisms will be taken into account and used to light romantic candles for Remus and Sirius to enjoy.
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Any spelling or grammar mistakes that you spot are kind of my fault because I was meant to find them. There was surprisingly little – some peoples' stories that I beta are really quite difficult to because there are so many mistakes that I have to explain.
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