Written For the Gringotts Prompt Bank:

A-Z AU: Titanic!AU

Diary of a Call Girl: [word] lucky

Descriptors: Cute

Feelings and Emotions: scared

Genre Specific: [plot point] character death

Family and Friends: Boyfriend

NCIS: [object] bow tie

A/N: I am open to AU requests. If you'd like a Wolfstar AU written, PM me.

Lucky, they call him. He's lucky to have found a bit of driftwood to cling to.

If he had been truly lucky, his boyfriend would have been found at his side. But Remus is far below in the freezing water.

"It's supposed to be unsinkable," Remus says, wrapping his arms around himself, fear bright in his brown eyes.

"Well, it's sinking," Sirius sighs, placing a hand on his shoulder. "And we'll be the last ones evacuated. Perks of being the staff."

Remus scowls. "How can you be so calm, Sirius?" he demands. "We're about to die!"

"But at least we'll die together."

"Mr. Black? Mr. Black, can you hear me?"

"I think he's still in shock, Poppy," another voice says.

Sirius blinks, shaking his head. He hadn't been aware that two women had joined him. "Remus?" he croaks, pulling the blanket more tightly around his trembling body.

Remus fixes Sirius' crooked bow tie. Sirius can't help but to laugh. "Certain death is swiftly approaching, and you're worried about my clothing?" he asks. "Cute."

"Can't be found next to a disheveled corpse, can I?" But Sirius can tell that Remus' heart isn't in the joke. He's scared, and it shows in his trembling words, his unsteady breathing.

Sirius kisses his cheek. "So much for America," he sighs. "Always thought the place was overrated, anyway."

There's a roar as water crashes violently against the ship, drowning out the frantic voices nearby.

"Have they found Remus?"

One of the women, an older woman with dark hair and a stern expression, glances at the clipboard in her hands. "Remus Lupin," she reads, trailing a finger across the page. "He has not yet been recovered."

Sirius feels as though his heart is being squeezed tightly in his chest. "We were supposed to die together."

"You're lucky," the other woman- Poppy- says, placing an array of pills on the silver tray before Sirius. "Here we go. A bit of tea and some medicine, then plenty of rest."

The ship jolts, and Remus grips Sirius' arm as they lose their balance, sliding along to the other side of the room.

"It's okay," Sirius soothes, holding Remus close. "It's okay. We're okay."

"But for how long?"

"Maybe we can survive this. We're still here. They're still getting people onto the lifeboats," Sirius points out, kissing his boyfriend's nose.

"Maybe," Remus echoes, his voice hollow and hopeless.

Another wave crashes into the ship, water spraying the two of them.

"Or maybe we'll die from hypothermia first."

"Pleasant," Sirius chuckles.

Sirius' eyes open, and, for a moment, he thinks it might have all been a dream. But he is greeted by kind Poppy and a new face- an old man with twinkling blue eyes and long, white hair.

"Sirius. I'm sorry to meet you under such circumstances," the man says softly, and he truly does sound sorry, like maybe he actually cares.

"Have they found Remus?"

"We've had search parties out," the old man answers quietly.

"Albus, he needs to rest," Poppy says, irritated. "He doesn't need this right now."

Sirius' heart sinks.

There's a groan from the ship as metal bends and wood splinters.

"I love you," Sirius says.

"I love you, too," Remus replies, gripping Sirius' hand for dear life.

Another crash, and the water finds them, tearing them apart. Sirius doesn't even have time to cry out as his body is thrown like a rag doll, then pulled under the icy water.

When he surfaces, Remus is gone.

"We've contacted Remus' family. Hope says that you need to know," the old man continues.

Sirius already knows what's coming. He's known it from the moment he'd been rescued.

Sirius shivers, clinging to what might have been a table once. It's just a strip of wood now, too narrow to rest on, but buoyant enough to keep him afloat.

His eyes are on the lifeboats in the distance. He doubts he even has the energy to try and swim to them.

He lets his body go limp, darkness rapidly falling upon him.

"I'm deeply sorry for your loss, Sirius."