Hangovers were the worst and Sirius had the mother of all hangovers. He'd woken to find James lying on top of him, but facedown. That had been extremely awkward.

The bachelor party had definitely gotten out of hand — Sirius remembered meandering onto the terrace where Lily had her mini-garden, taken one of the flower bouquets she had artfully arranged on her crafting table, and stripped it of all of the petals.

Lily was going to castrate him when she returned.

James had gone to take a shower (a very cold shower) while Sirius had opted to wander around outside. Incidentally, his feet had carried him to the park.

He stuck to the path as early risers jogged by, but he wasn't looking at them — he was looking for a man with light brown hair and amber eyes with a book bag slung over his shoulder. He usually occupied the bench by the fountain holding a book to his face.

The man's name was Remus Lupin and his title was Friend.

That is until Sirius spotted him, and the title changed to Crush.

Wait, what?


Remus happened to look up as he heard footsteps approaching and almost dropped his book.

Because the dark yellow title of Friend that usually occupied the space above Sirius's head was a hot pink Crush.

Remus's stomach swooped.


Sirius kissed him by the fountain three weeks later under the stars. Remus's lips were sweet and Sirius couldn't get enough of them. Kissing Remus felt like a fire had been lit in his stomach, but it was warm and pleasant and had the potential to grow into something more.

That was when Remus's title changed to Lover and then almost immediately to Boyfriend.


A week and a half later, Sirius received a letter from his parents — apparently, they had foregone the whole "modern technology" revolution and contacted him the old-fashioned way.

Either way, it wouldn't have hurt any less.

"What happened?" Remus asked upon seeing the distress on Sirius's face. They lived together now — some said their relationship was moving too fast, but neither of them thought so.

"My parents," he said quietly. "They heard about our relationship and...and they disowned me."

"Disowned? Are they serious?"

It was a mark of how affected Sirius was that he didn't crack a joke at the obvious pun. "Yeah, they are. They're not happy with me being in a relationship with a man."

"Oh." Remus gravitated to his boyfriend, standing behind him and rubbing his shoulders soothingly. "Well, fuck them."

"Fuck them," Sirius echoed. He turned around and pressed a kiss to Remus's forehead.

"Do...do you need some time alone?" his boyfriend asked tentatively. "I can go out for a bit, take a walk —"

"No. Stay here." Sirius wrapped Remus in a hug. "I can't — I just don't want to be alone right now. Stay here with me."

"Always."


"Damn it, Remus. I think I'm feeling things. Make it stop."

It was their two-year anniversary and the title above Remus's head said Fiance. They were having a picnic in the park, nothing flashy, and the title had changed seconds before Remus knelt, pulled out a ring box, and made Shakespeare blush with a sappy, poetic proposal speech.

"So I did a good job, then?" his now-fiance asked, beaming.

"A very, very good job," Sirius murmured, pulling him in for a kiss that left both of them breathless.


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Sci-Fi September Day 11 - You see titles above people's heads. Usually, it's things like The Baker. Today, however, you see something very unexpected.

Skyscraper, Floor 4 - (dialogue) "I just don't want to be alone right now."

Founder Says - Rowena - 2. "I think I'm feeling things. Make it stop."

Build a Better Breakfast - 18. Cantaloupe

Pick a Wick - 3. Bananas and Creme - (color) yellow

1000 - 720. A hangover

365 - 99. Extreme(ly)