Prongs
Moony you need to come get your man, he’s so drunk.
They won’t serve him anymore.
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Moony
🙄🙄 Not my man, Prongs.
On my way. 😘😘
Remus, in his soft pyjama bottoms and one of Sirius’ hoodies, drove into town to the bar the others were at. He had a ridiculous amount of student work to mark so, ignoring Sirius’ protests, he’d opted for a night in. It turned out that marking in an empty house went a lot quicker than marking in a house where Sirius kept interrupting him.
Outside the bar, Sirius was propped up between James and Pete. They eased him into the passenger seat, giggling as he got his bearings.
“Moons!” He looked over at Remus and his whole face lit up. “James, Moony’s here!”
“I see him, Pads.” James smirked, “He’s going to take you home.”
“Oh,” Sirius paused, “Well that sounds lovely.”
Remus glanced back over at James who mouthed. “Tequila.”
“Oh, Pads, not tequila.” He opened the glove compartment and pulled out a plastic bag and a pack of baby wipes, just in case.
“So fucking cute,” Sirius mumbled to himself as he accepted the bag.
“You alright? Need a lift?”
“Nah, Pete and this girl have hit it off so I’m gonna stay and wingman.” James grinned at Pete who looked very smug.
“Can’t wait to hear about it tomorrow.” Remus smiled at them as they waved and headed back inside.
“Wait, are they going back in?” Sirius tried to undo his seatbelt. Remus pulled his hand away before he could figure it out.
“Yeah, but we’re going home.” He said kindly, but firmly. “You had too much, mate.”
Sirius pouted as Remus covered the seatbelt clip with his hand. “Can we go to McDonalds?” He huffed after a few attempts at moving it before Remus laced their fingers together to distract him. “I’ll go home if we can go to McDonalds.”
“You’ve got yourself a deal.” If Sirius regularly looked at him the way he did when he took his drunk ass to McDonalds, his life would be in danger. “But you’re buying me a McFlurry.”
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Once they got home and finished eating. Remus put the kettle on as Sirius settled on the sofa. When he returned, carrying two mugs, he stopped to look at Sirius.
“You good, Moons?” He opened one eye. Remus shook himself out of it and nodded, handing him a mug. “Thanks. I think I’m quite drunk.”
“Quite?” Remus chuckled, sitting down next to him. “You couldn’t walk up the stairs.”
“That seems like the stairs’ problem.” Sirius waved his hand towards the stairs. He opened his eyes and looked at Remus. He sat cross-legged, facing him. He looked so soft in the glow from the lamp. He crossed his legs and turned fully so they were knee to knee. “I should tell you something, right?”
Remus hesitated. “Well, that’s up to you.”
Sirius tilted his head slightly, regarding him, “Nah, I should tell you.” He took a deep breath. “Moony. Remus.” The hair on Remus’ arms stood on end. “You are… the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen.” Remus tried to interrupt but Sirius just put a hand on his knee and shook his head, “There’ll be time for questions at the end. You’re… you’re just so Moony! Fuck, I just love you.” He smiled at Remus, eyes slightly out of focus.
“You’re drunk.” Remus hated himself for wanting to pretend this was real. “You should go to bed.”
“Would you come with me?” Sirius looked at him from under his lashes and Remus had to close his eyes to maintain any semblance of self-control. Seizing the moment, Sirius pressed his lips to Remus’, startling him.
“Pads, what the fuck?” Remus put a hand on Sirius’ shoulder as he tried to lean in again. “Hey, stop!”
Sirius just stared at him, looking like a kicked puppy. “But I— I thought…” He mumbled.
“I need you to hear me. You’re drunk. I’m not drunk. And I’m not the kind of person who’d take advantage of you or any other drunken idiot. If you want to talk about this tomorrow when you’re sober, then we can talk about it. But for now, let’s get you to bed.”
Sirius nodded sadly and let Remus help him off the sofa, before grabbing their tea and heading for the stairs. He helped Sirius take off his shirt and jeans and stopped him before he tried to slide his boxers down.
Sirius sat on the edge of the bed as Remus turned to leave. “Moons.” He said softly, twirling one of his rings, before slipping it off. “Put this on, I want you to know that I’m serious. I might be wankered, but I’m so serious.”
“You’re always Sirius.” Remus chuckled as he crouched down in front of him. Sirius slid the twisted gold ring onto the fourth finger on Remus’ left hand and pressed a kiss to his knuckle. “Thank you. Now will you please get into bed?”
Sirius nodded and slipped under the duvet without further protest. Remus watched him toss and turn for a moment before he got comfortable, and then he was asleep. Remus was never jealous of Sirius’ confidence, good looks or money, but the way he could fall asleep instantly had Remus positively green sometimes.
He slipped off Sirius’ hoodie once he was in his room and got into bed. He twisted the ring around his finger for what felt like hours until he fell asleep.
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When he woke up, the first thing he saw was Sirius’ face, inches from his own.
“Morning!” He smiled at Remus, “I made tea.”
Remus sat up slowly, with a groan, “Thanks.”
“So… it’s tomorrow. Well, no, it’s today, but—”
“You remember?” Remus’ heart was pounding in his head as Sirius nodded. “You want to talk about it?”
He nodded again, nervously, as he looked down at Remus’ hand. “Yeah, I think it’s time.”