A Scandalous Meeting
Remus gives a smile to the camera, flashing a hint of whitened teeth. He’s looking for the next person to interview when he spots the man a few feet away from him. Flowing black hair, shiny metal piercings, a black smattering of tattoos against a sharp pale body. He eyes his outfit up and down, a suit jacket layered with a fishnet top and a long black skirt. Remus feels his head getting hot, fists clenching around his microphone. The man turns to him, curious eyed, and gives him the same up-down stare, admiring his fitted maroon-gold suit. As he sees his face, Remus realizes that this is Sirius fucking Black, the main actor in one of the best movies of the year, Stealth, a queer-romance action movie. He grew massively popular online earlier in the year and has a huge fanbase. Remus surveys him until they make eye contact, and Remus immediately flushes. His gaze is piercing and white-hot, doing the most obvious eye-fucking he’s ever dealt with. A shiver creeps up Remus’s spine as Sirius steps closer.
“Don’t you look nice? If there wasn’t a microphone in your hand I’d assume you were a celebrity. Tell me, what’s your name?” Sirius inquires at him, in a kind yet flirty tone. Remus softens his gaze, the hair on his neck still raised from Sirius’s eyes scanning him.
“Remus Lupin, interviewer for The Daily Prophet. I can say the same about you, you look absolutely stunning,” Remus says in a low voice, turning the microphone to Sirius.
“ I’d love to know where you shop.” Sirius grins at him cheekily, gaze staying with Remus as he speaks into the mic.
“I shop locally, I like to support small businesses and I hate to spend money on things that are more expensive than needed.” He rolls his neck for comfort as Remus moves to speak into the mic.
“Locally? I like to hear that. I’m a thrifting man myself, that’s how I got my suit. Are there any particular local places in your town you enjoy? A shop, or a bar maybe?” Sirius quirks an eyebrow at the subject of a bar, seeming to understand the hint. Remus was trying to stay professional, but Sirius didn’t give a damn who knew about his dating life.
“There’s a place called Piper’s Pumpkin in downtown London. A quaint little bar with fantastic cocktails. You should join me sometime. How does Friday work?” Remus jumps at the obvious proposal, knowing this is being filmed. Maybe nobody will be paying attention? He huffs out a breath he didn’t know he was holding, and gives Sirius a smug grin.
“I don’t know…I might not be able to fit it into my schedule..” Remus teases as Sirius glowers at him. Suddenly, Sirius snakes his fingers onto Remus’s shoulder, stroking the maroon fabric roughly.
“You can’t make a bit of time for me princess? Such a shame, would’ve loved to see your pretty face again…” Sirius says in a whiny, low tone. Remus’s face grows hot as he raises his eyebrows at the man caressing him.
“Well… I might be able to make an exception for someone of your stature, as long as you make sure to treat me well.” Remus states as Sirius’s eyes glimmer at the fact of getting what he wants. He drifts a black-nailed finger under Remus’s chin as he looks at the sandy-haired man with promising eyes.
“Only the very best.” He drops his hand into the pocket of his suit jacket, pulling out a small slip of folded paper and holding it out to Remus.
“Call me.” He turns away, then stops, grabbing the mic softly.
“Thank you for the interview, it was lovely talking to you.” With that Sirius struts away down the carpet, heading into the award venue.
“Holy shit.” Remus whispered to himself. He glances around quickly, but everyone seems to have been to preoccupied with cameras and interviews to have noticed the men flirting. Remus hoped he was right.
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𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘹𝘵 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨
Remus awakes to hear his phone buzzing. He checks to see who’s calling, but he’s horrified to find that it’s from constant texts and social media notifications. He opens Twitter hurriedly to find a slew of clips and screenshots from his interview with Sirius scattered across his timeline. He scans the phrases on screen, flushing at what he sees.
“UM SO DID ANYONE ELSE NOTICE THIS OR WAS IT JUST ME??!?! I KNOW SIRIUS IS FLIRTY BUT THEY WERE LITERALLY EYE-FUCKING ON THE CARPET😨”
“Ngl tho I’d be doing the same that interviewer was fiiiiiiine. Need to treat him right fr”
“I NEED A SHIPNAME NOW OMFGGG”
“GUYS WHAT IS HAPPENING WHO IS REMUS LUPIN AND WHY IS SIRIUS BLACK GOING FULL SLUT-MODE ON THE RED CARPET”
“ I’M WRITING A FIC RN FOLLOW ME ON TUMBLR TO READ IT”
Remus quickly closed Twitter from fear of what he might read next, he knew how extreme the Sirius Black fandom was with what they said online. He opened TikTok hoping to see some actual news. He went to the searchbar to see his and Sirius’s name plastered at the top of the trending searches. He clicked the search to be immediately greeted with an edit of him and Sirius with the song “Nasty Dog” by Sir-Mix-ALot, heavily pointing out Remus looking Sirius up and down like a full English breakfast on a cold Tuesday morning. He slammed his phone down, tossing his bedsheets off and clambering out of bed. Thinking about his boss, Remus knew he was, in fact, royally fucked.