Author's note: Have some fluff, my friends. I need fluff very badly right now, so have some fluff.

Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling owns the canon, world, and characters portrayed below and you can tell I'm not J.K. Rowling because #transrights

Content Warnings: NA

Sirius Black's Second Great Escape

Remus knocked on the door of Kingsley's hotel room before letting himself in.

"Sirius Black!" Kingsley's sister barked as soon as she heard the door's hinges squeak in protest. "What did I tell you about it being bad luck to..."

"It's Remus, it's Remus!" Remus said before the full wrath of Miranda Shacklebolt came down on him. "Sirius just noticed that we had Kingsley's toiletry bag in our room, and I'm here to drop it off!"

"Oh," Miranda said. She froze with a razor dangerously close to Russell's face, scaring one of Kingsley's old friends and groomsmen. "Well, that's alright, then."

"Oh thank God," Russell breathed out. Remus smiled to himself and knocked on the bathroom door.

"Kingsley, it's Remus," he said. A muffled voice said "come in!" and so Remus walked in to find Kingsley brushing his teeth, otherwise looking suave and handsome in his dress robes, freshly shaved with his cornrows twisted up into a bun.

"Good morning," Remus said, dropping off the leather bag on the counter.

"Oh!" Kingsley said in recognition. He spat in the sink. "Good morning. Where has that been? We looked all over before heading down to the pharmacy to stock up."

"In our room," Remus said. "I'm not going to lie, Sirius might have stolen it so he'd have an excuse to walk over and see you."

Kingsley smiled.

"I told him Miranda's very superstitious and wouldn't allow it in a million years," Kingsley said. "While also being on the lookout for black dogs."

"Yeah, well, you're not marrying a man known for his ability to listen," Remus said—which made Kingsley grin.

"No I am not," he said appreciatively. "How is he doing?"

"He's doing great," Remus said. "Over the moon, really, though he'll be even better off when he sees you. You look wonderful, by the way."

"Thank you," Kingsley said. He stole a surprisingly nervous look at himself in the mirror before turning back to Remus. "Are you also going to pull a Miranda on me, and give me a speech about marrying your best friend and keeping him safe and so forth?"

"No," Remus said. "I work in subtler ways. If I thought you weren't already doing all those things to the best of your abilities, I would have nipped this wedding in the bud a long time ago."

Kingsley burst out laughing after a second of pause.

"That's… comforting, thank you," Kingsley said with a smile.

"Any time," Remus said. He dug his hands in his pockets. "Sirius hasn't had the best luck with family. But I like the one that you two are on track to make. I trust it will be it, for him."

"I want it to be," Kingsley said with a nod. "Not to sound like we're adopting a dog into its forever home or anything…"

Remus burst out laughing and Kingsley laughed too. They were interrupted by another wave of protests from Miranda.

"Sirius Black I swear to Merlin!"

But there was Sirius, leaning against the bathroom's door frame and looking quite pleased with himself.

"Hey," he said, nodding to Kingsley.

"How did you get past Harry?" Remus asked.

"Please, he's an Auror. I can always get by Aurors," Sirius said.

"You sure can," Kingsley said with a smile as he took in the sight of Sirius. He had opted for a more Muggle-looking suit, possibly to make sure Walburga spent the whole day turning in her grave, with sharp cuts and an elegant tailcoat. The baby's breath boutonniere stuck out against his black shirt. He'd just touched up and trimmed his beard that morning, his hair was tied up at the nape of his neck. He had only lined one of his eyes with kohl before making his great escape.

"Sirius Black!" Miranda said, also appearing in the doorway and not looking anywhere near as amused.

"Oh hey Miranda," Sirius said. "What's good?"

"What did I say?" she said. "What did I say, Sirius? Am I the only one here who cares about good luck?"

"We don't need luck," Sirius said, looking to Kingsley with a frankly adorable and small smile on his lip-the kind that had made Remus think, way back in Grimmauld Place, that oh this might actually be real.

"Luck never hurts," Remus mumbled under his breath. Especially not when Sirius attracted bad luck like a black cat breaking mirrors under a ladder.

"Your best man agrees," Miranda said, shaking her head at her soon-to-be brother-in-law and waving dramatically towards Remus. "Honestly, do you even want this wedding to go off as perfectly as we've planned it?"

"Of course," Sirius said. "I have high standards."

"Oh do you?" Miranda asked, arching a brow.

"Not everyone is perfect like me. I'm holding out for a 10. Because I'm worth it." Sirius said teasingly, winking at Kingsley.

Kingsley arched an eyebrow and looked him dead in the eyes.

"Good thing I'm an 11, you 9."

Sirius burst out laughing and crossed into the bathroom to kiss Kingsley long and slow, fisting a hand in the front of his robes. He pulled back and turned to Miranda.

"See, Shacklebolt? This is all I wanted," he said.

"Your impatience bumps you down to a 7," she said before turning out of the bathroom—at which point it was Remus's turn to howl with laughter.

"Alright, you need to finish getting ready," Remus told Sirius. "Let's go, Padfoot."

"Am I allowed to kiss my fiancé goodbye or are you going to pull me away by the scruff of my neck?" Sirius asked, hand still resting on Kingsley's chest. Kingsley had both arms looped around his waist, so he didn't seem to mind this particular intrusion too much.

"Does it matter?" Remus asked.

"Huh. I suppose not," Sirius smiled. He kissed Kingsley who whispered something like "see you at the altar," to which Sirius responded "in your dreams," to which Kingsley said "and yours"—once again showing that he was perhaps the only man strong enough to survive a lifetime of dealing with Sirius Black's smartassery while still making it sound adorable and loving. Miranda shook her head with disapproval as she watched the two of them head out of Kingsley's hotel room to go back down the hall and up to their own room.

While they waited for the elevator, Remus gave Sirius another once-over. Sirius turned to look at him when he felt eyes on him.

"What?"

"Nothing, you just look incredible," Remus said. "Even with your make-up half-assed."

"Is that the news or the weather?"

"It's a compliment on your wedding day, you git," Remus said, though he couldn't help but smile. Then he reached out and took Sirius's hand. "I know that your best man should have been James, and I'm sure that he would have helped you break into Kingsley's suite instead of trying to save you from your own bad luck and sister-in-law, but I'm happy to be here with you."

Sirius took a deep, shaky breath and nodded. He turned back to Remus.

"I'm happy you're here with me too," Sirius said. "And, to be fair, James would never have gotten me to the altar on time."

"He absolutely would not have," Remus nodded.

"We would be eating ice cream in our pajamas right now, probably. You would have had to come force me into my suit, and I don't know if there would have been a shower involved," Sirius said.

Remus grinned.

"I think Kingsley would have accepted it, though. He really seemed to love you, I don't know…"

"He does," Sirius said with a grin. He watched the numbers above the elevator denote how much more closely the car was approaching. He took another shaky breath. "You know, I never thought this would happen. In… while I was in Azkaban, I really thought that that was it for me, you know? I was ready to just curl up and die in there, I thought I deserved it, I thought it was inevitable."

Remus squeezed his hand.

"I'm glad you were wrong," he said quietly.

"Me too," Sirius said. He took another deep, shaky breath. "Me too."

The elevator arrived and its doors opened with a pleasant ding, revealing a panicked-looking Harry inside wearing dress robes in the same navy blue that the entire wedding party was wearing. His eyes widened when he saw Sirius and Remus, though he already looked quite frazzled.

"Where were you?" he demanded of his godfather all in one breath. "How did you get out?"

Sirius and Remus burst out laughing.

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