The Language Of The Soul

by A Sirius Crush On Moony

A collection of drabbles/one-shots focusing on different emotions. [22] - Regulus hates himself for taking the Dark Mark, and he believes that hurting himself is what he deserves. [23] - Petunia/Vernon - Petunia likes watching him from afar. [24] - Regulus/Sirius - Sirius watches Regulus as he studies in the library much to his friends' disgust.

21. Inspired (RemusSirius)

Emotion/Feeling: Inspired

Pairing: Wolfstar

Rating: K

Word Count: 385

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Inspired

Remus was beginning to get frustrated. It wasn't that something annoying had happened, it was that something annoying was happening. He had writer's block, and he was having extreme trouble moving past it. Remus had loved to write for as long as he could remember. He used to write a diary when he was a child, but grew out of it. As he grew up, he began writing poetry and then short stories.

But now – nothing. He couldn't come up with even the simplest thing.

He sat at his desk with a quill in hand, frowning intently at the parchment which had two words written on it – 'Chapter One'.

"Hey Moony," Sirius said, breaking Remus out of his frustrating thoughts.

"Oh, hi," Remus muttered, placing his quill on the desk and smiling at Sirius.

"What's wrong?" Sirius asked, sensing straight away that something was wrong with his boyfriend.

Remus sighed. "Just struggling to write."

"What are you trying to write about?" Sirius asked, placing his hand over Remus's and tracing small circles on Remus's pale skin.

"I have no idea," Remus said, shaking his head. "I have no inspiration."

"Write about us," Sirius murmured. "I can inspire you."

"Go on then, inspire me!"

Sirius smirked. "Hey, just remember – you asked for it."

Remus and folded his arms and sat back in his chair. "I said, inspire me."

"I'm on it," Sirius said quickly, leaning forwards and kissing Remus gently on the forehead and then the nose and then on his lips, which parted slightly at the touch.

He felt Remus sigh into the kiss and then Remus's arms were wrapped around Sirius's neck, pulling him in closer to deepen the kiss. Sirius brought his own hand up to caress Remus's cheek. Kissing Remus was the greatest thing Sirius could think of – nothing could ever match this feeling. It was truly magical.

When they broke apart, Remus was smiling at Sirius. "Thank you."

"For what?"

"You've inspired me," Remus breathed excitedly.

Sirius pouted. "What? Already? Are you sure you're fully inspired—"

"—Shh, before my ideas run away from me," Remus said, grabbing his quill and parchment and scribbling down everything that was coming to his mind.

Sirius rolled his eyes. The hardships of dating a writer. But Sirius wouldn't have him any other way.

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