The clock ticks past midnight, the quiet of the house disturbed only by the occasional creak of floorboards. Sirius, sitting alone in the dimly lit kitchen, absentmindedly stirs his tea, his mind wandering amidst the shadows cast by the ongoing war.
As the door creaks open, Sirius looks up, setting his cup down with a clink, noticing Remus entering the room.There's a tiredness etched into
Remus's features, a weariness that speaks volumes about the struggles he faces beyond the safety of their home. They are only 18 year old, too young for to handle all of it.
The circumstances of the war have pushed James, Lily, and Sirius to live in the same house for safety and support.The proximity offers them solace amidst the chaos, allowing them to lean on each other during these tumultuous time
As the door creaks open, Sirius looks up, setting his cup down with a clink, noticing Remus entering the room.There's a tiredness etched into
Remus's features, a weariness that speaks volumes about the struggles he faces beyond the safety of their home.Sirius's concern is evident in his gaze as he studies Remus, who seems to carry the weight of the world on his shoulders. He rises slowly, an unspoken question hovering in the air.
"Long night?" Sirius's voice breaks the silence, a mixture of concern and understanding lacing his words.Remus offers a weary nod, his eyes meeting Sirius's with a mix of gratitude and exhaustion. There's a momentary pause, a silent understanding passing between them.
"I'll make you some tea," Sirius offers softly, gesturing toward a chair. He busies himself with the kettle, his movements gentle, a subtle gesture of care in the midst of the turmoil surrounding them.
Remus settles into the seat, the fatigue evident in every line of his body.
Sirius, with a tinge of hesitation in his voice, breaks the comfortable silence lingering between them. "Where were you tonight, Moony?"
Remus meets Sirius's gaze, a fleeting shadow passing over his tired eyes. He wrestles with the conflict between his longing to confide and the weight of the secrets he's bound to keep. "I... I can't say, Sirius. It's complicated."
“ I need to know, Re”
"It's not something I can share, Sirius. Please, don't push me." Said Remus, trying to avoid eye contact. Typical of him.
Sirius's frustration and hurt boil over.
With a clenched jaw and trembling hands, he grips the mug tightly, his knuckles turning white against the ceramic.Unable to contain the surge of emotions within him, Sirius hurls the mug across the room.
It smashes against the wall, shattering into fragments that scatter across the floor, mirroring the shattered state of their conversation.
"Dammit, Remus! I need to know you're safe! How can I protect you if you won't even tell me where you've been?"
Remus flinches, he can’t deal with this right now. "You think you can protect me from everything, don't you, Sirius? Well, you can't! I hate this! I hate feeling like I'm trapped and suffocated by your need to control everything!"
“Control?” Sirius's voice cracks with a bitter edge, the tension in the room becoming palpable. “If that's what you think, then I won't care anymore!"
"Agreed," Remus replies coolly, his tone a mix of resignation and defiance.
With a bitter resolve, Sirius turns to leave, his hand on the doorknob, ready to leave the house. Remus, unable to contain his hurt, speaks in a low, cutting voice,
"That's all you do, Sirius. Run away."
Sirius storms out, the door slamming shut behind him. Remus, left alone in the silence, regrets his words instantly, his heart heavy with the weight of their argument.
Despite his efforts, a tear escapes, tracing a path down Remus's cheek.The war makes him question himself, leaving him feeling like a bad person for causing pain to someone he loves so deeply.
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The next morning dawns, casting a soft light into the room where Remus wakes up. The bed feels emptier than usual; Sirius isn't by his side as he typically is. A pang of emptiness tugs at Remus's chest, a stark reminder of the tension lingering between them.
The aroma of cooking wafts through the house, a sign that Lily is already up, preparing breakfast in the kitchen.Remus hesitates for a moment, the memory of their argument still fresh in his mind, before deciding to head downstairs.
As he descends the stairs, the murmurs of conversation between James, Lily, and Sirius reach his ears.
He catches fragments of their hushed tones but remains hesitant to intrude, feeling the weight of their strained interactions.
Upon entering the kitchen, Remus tries to keep a distance from Sirius, who avoids meeting his gaze. Their unspoken tension hangs in the air, thick and palpable.
Lily, sensing the subdued atmosphere, attempts to alleviate the tension. "Why don't you three do something fun today?" she suggests, a hopeful tone in her voice. "We could go to that club we've been talking about. It might be a nice distraction from everything."
Remus shifts uncomfortably, avoiding direct eye contact with Sirius. However, when their gazes inadvertently meet for a fleeting moment, Remus finds himself unable to look away. He registers the hurt in Sirius's eyes before turning his gaze elsewhere, unable to hold the intense stare for long.
Sirius, though not meeting Remus's eyes, can feel his gaze on him. He fights the urge to look back, a mixture of hurt and stubbornness preventing him from breaking the unspoken standoff.
James, noticing all of this, intervenes with a concerned tone, "Come on, guys, why you both have that faces, We're in the middle of a war already; let's not add to the gloom by having you two at odds."
Lily, trying to diffuse the heavy atmosphere, adds, "James is right. Let's have some fun tonight. It'll do us all good to let loose for a while."
Remus nods reluctantly in agreement, hoping that a night out might alleviate some of the strain. Sirius, though visibly conflicted, eventually acquiesces with a curt nod.
James breaks into a small smile, relieved to see some semblance of agreement. "That's settled then. We'll go out after an hour, yeah?"
Remus and Sirius exchange a brief, strained glance before returning their focus elsewhere, both silently dreading and hoping for the distractions the night might bring amidst the backdrop of their unresolved tension.
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As the night falls, a serene calm blankets the sky, stars sprinkling the darkness like scattered diamonds. A faint chill lingers in the air, causing Remus to pull his black hoodie closer around him, the oversized jeans giving him a relaxed yet alluring look.
Remus wears oversized jeans and a black hoodie, an attire that Sirius recognizes as his own. He feels a pang of possessiveness, missing his favorite hoodie on Remus, who looks
undeniably good in it. He misses his smell. The sight sparks a mix of affection and longing in Sirius, who can't help but be drawn to Remus even more.
"I'll go get us some drinks," Remus announces, his voice carrying a hint of determination to alleviate the discomfort between them.
"Sirius, mate, we can't let this war consume us," James starts, concern etched on his face. "You need to patch things up with Remus. It's eating at both of you."
"I know," Sirius admits reluctantly, his gaze wandering around the room, searching for any sign of Remus. "I'Il talk to him tomorrow. Try to sort things out."
Their conversation halts abruptly as
Sirius notices Remus engaged in conversation with another guy across the room. His eyes narrow slightly, catching glimpses of the interaction.
Remus seems uncomfortable, his gestures betraying a subtle attempt to distance himself.
Remus's head shakes subtly, indicating refusal, but the guy persists, reaching out to touch Remus's wrist.
"James, I have to go," Sirius interjects abruptly, a surge of anger bubbling within him as he moves to intervene, disregarding James's attempt to stop him.Sirius strides purposefully across the room, his jaw set in determination. He arrives just as the other guy touches Remus's wrist, Remus visibly trying to pull away.
"Hey," Sirius interjects sharply, his tone laced with thinly veiled anger, stepping between them, a protective stance shielding Remus.
James follows, trying to diffuse the tension. "Sirius, calm down."
But Sirius, his eyes fixed on the intruder, his voice tight with restrained fury, retorts,
"Stay away from him."
the stranger, undeterred by Sirius's intervention, sneers, "Who are you? His boyfriend? Can't I have a go at him?"
Remus's eyes widen in warning, a plea laced within his gaze as he urgently whispers, "Sirius, let's go," hoping to defuse the escalating tension.
But Sirius, consumed by a surge of protective fury, disregards Remus's plea. His temper flares at the disrespectful remark directed at Remus. With a swift, controlled movement, Sirius's fist connects with the stranger's jaw.
A gasp ripples through the surrounding crowd as the club momentarily descends into chaos. Sirius's actions, fueled by a mix of anger and protectiveness, only serve to escalate the already tens d uation.
"Who are you to touch him like that?" says Sirius, punching the guy again.
Remus urgently pleads,
"Stop, Sirius," knowing all too well the depth of Sirius's stubbornness. He tries to defuse the situation, recognizing Sirius's determination, but the tension continues to surge.
James steps in, firmly commanding, "Enough!" He pulls them apart, creating a physical barrier between Sirius and the stranger in an attempt to contain the escalating conflict.
Sirius, his frustration evident, stands up, wiping his mouth with a clenched jaw, and directs a command at Remus, his voice edged with anger,
"You will come with me”
Remus attempts to see the guy’s face, hoping to offer some form of consolation, but Sirius's sudden outburst interrupts him, "Why are you looking at him?"
Remus, taken aback by Sirius's
accusatory tone, responds, "Are you getting crazy? What have you done?" He stares at Sirius, his gaze an unspoken plea for understanding, but Sirius remains fixed in his anger.
"We're leaving. Let's go," Sirius commands firmly, a mix of frustration and concern in his voice.
"I'm not going anywhere with you."
Sirius, fueled by a mix of anger and desperation, lifts Remus effortlessly, his frustration boiling over as he strides outside, the cold night air contrasting sharply with the heated tension between them.
the midst of the tumultuous situation, Remus protests, "Hey, what are you doing?" but Sirius, consumed by a mixture of anger and determination, remains resolute, ignoring Remus's pleas as he effortlessly lifts him into his arms.
"Put me down!" Remus demands, his voice tinged with frustration, but Sirius, with a firm resolve, carries him outside, each step echoing the intensifying tension between them.
Once outside, the atmosphere shifts.
The chilly night air envelopes them, contrasting with the heated emotions swirling between Remus and Sirius.Despite the tension, the outside world appears serene, the moon casting a soft glow, and the stars twinkling like scattered gems against the dark canvas of the sky.
Sirius, still holding Remus in his arms, finally relents, the weight of their strained situation palpable. Gently, he sets Remus down.
"What the hell was that, Sirius? Are you trying to make me more mad at you?"
Sirius, staring at him shocked. “What have i done?” He laughs, “Do you want that guy fucking touching you?”
Remus, taken aback by Sirius's question, responds with a hint of disbelief, "Of course not! What are you saying?" His voice carries a mix of incredulity and frustration as he tries to make Sirius understand his attempts to push the stranger away. “I was trying, i was trying to push him away, when are you gonna get it that i don’t need anyone except you!”
“you're mine, Remus. I don't like it when someone touches what's mine."
Remus, his patience wearing thin, retorts, "You always act possessive!" He feels a pang of frustration at Sirius's defensive stance.
Sirius, his voice tinged with a mix of frustration and a raw honesty, admits, "I am." His admission hangs heavily in the charged air, an acknowledgment of his intense protectiveness over Remus.
Feeling a surge of protective anger, Sirius adds with clenched fists, "I'll break their face if someone dares to touch you again." His possessive stance intensifies, revealing. the depth of his emotions.
Remus, wide-eyed and taken aback by Sirius's fervent declaration, feels a mix of emotions swirling within him, unable to comprehend the intensity of Sirius's reaction. His mind races as he tries to make sense of the conflicting feelings enveloping the moment.
Before he can fully process Sirius's words, Remus sighs, attempts to step away, seeking some distance from the escalating tension. But Sirius, driven by his own emotions and the need to resolve their conflict, catches Remus's arm firmly but gently, refusing to let him walk away.
Sirius says softly, "Don't go, please. Let's talk." His face is genuine sadness, his eyes reflecting the remorse he feels for their argument.
Remus, torn between conflicting emotions, meets Sirius's gaze with a steady yet contemplative stare, silently assessing the sincerity in Sirius's expression.Seeing the hesitation in Remus's eyes, Sirius's desperation grows.
Sirius gently places his hands on Remus's cheeks, a gesture filled with tenderness and a silent plea for understanding
“Re, I'm sorry. Was I mean? Did I yell at you?" He is touching his cheeks softly, searches for reassurance, his voice tinged with regret. "Did my tone sound bad?"
In a surge of raw emotion and pent-up frustration, Remus responds to Sirius's inquiry with a fierce, almost angry kiss, seeking solace and resolution in their connection. Their lips meet with a passionate intensity, the kiss laden with both frustration and an overwhelming longing for understanding.
Breaking the heated kiss, Remus's voice trembles slightly as he declares,
"I love you so much, you're so stupid”
The words carry a blend of affection and exasperation, a testament to the complexity of their emotions.
Sirius, taken aback by Remus's vehement proclamation, can't help but laugh at the mixture of emotions pouring out. The tension begins to dissipate as Sirius pulls Remus into a tight embrace, enveloping him in a reassuring hug.
"I don't want anyone if it's not you, never.”
Remus murmurs against Sirius's chest, his voice muffled but resolute.
The declaration hangs in the air, a heartfelt confession of his unwavering devotion. Sirius, moved by Remus's words, tightens the embrace, holding him closer. He leans down, their lips meeting in a tender yet reassuring kiss, a silent promise of understanding and acceptance amidst their turbulent emotions.
Sirius, still holding Remus tightly, admits with a hint of regret in his voice,
"I don't want others around you. I'm sorry I'm like that."
Remus, feeling the weight of Sirius's confession and understanding the depth of his feelings, smiles softly, a reassuring glint in his eyes. "It's okay," he assures him, leaning in to press a gentle kiss on Sirius's forehead.
Remus admits, "I will go crazy too if I see you with someone." His voice carries a hint of vulnerability, echoing Sirius's possessiveness.
Sirius, trying to lighten the mood, jokes teasingly, "Why, do you only want me for yourself and no one else?" His playful tone brings a hint of laughter into the solemn atmosphere.
Remus chuckles softly, a warmth in his eyes as he retorts, "You are mine too, you know," his words filled with affection and a touch of playfulness.
Their laughter fills the space, a shared moment of understanding and mutual acknowledgment of their deep connection. Sirius, moved by the shared understanding, leans in to kiss Remus once more, their lips meeting in a tender yet rea ing embrace.
"Are we okay now? I won't push you to tell me anything," Sirius adds softly, a promise woven into his words. “Just be safe and that’s enough for me”
Remus, touched by Sirius's gesture, nods gently. "I will tell you every detail because you're important to me," he assures him, emphasizing the significance of their bond and the need for open communication.
Sirius, relieved by Remus's willingness to communicate, replies with a heartfelt, "Okay, thank you."
Remus responds with a gentle smile, "No, thank you, love."
As they kiss again, Sirius's voice resonates with a whisper,
"Your lips, only for me."
Remus, feeling the sincerity in Sirius's words, responds softly, "I know, it's for you." His voice carries a sense of reassurance and commitment.
Sirius, affectionately acknowledging Remus's response, murmurs, "Good boy."
Remus heart races, and a rush of warmth floods his cheeks. He is trying hard to hide away the effect that Sirius has on him by only saying “good boy”.
Sirius, feeling the closeness of the moment, leans in closer, inhaling the familiar scent at Remus's neck. "I missed your smell," he confesses softly, a hint of longing in his voice. "No one smells this good."
Remus chuckles softly, a shyness in his eyes as he teases, "You love my smell,"
"I missed you," Sirius says. "Every bit of you."
“I missed you too, so much,” Remus, pulling Sirius up from his neck “Let’s go home, okay?”
"Always home with you," Sirius echoes softly, his voice carrying a warmth that reflects the comfort and solace he finds in Remus's presence.