January 10, Golden Globe Awards
Standing off to the side of the red carpet of the Golden Globes, Sirius wasn’t nervous at all. He had a flask of vodka and blind confidence, what more did he need?
He had been invited to interview celebrities on the carpet for the Globes after his YouTube series had taken off the year before. It all began when Sirius would find drunk people on the streets of Manhattan and interview them, posting the videos online with loose, inebriated permission. The videos were funny; it was just a bunch of people, drunk out of their minds, responding truthfully to any question Sirius thought to ask, which turned him into quite the little interviewer. He had a penchant for dry humor that let the other person take the lead in saying all of the fun, embarrassing stuff, with Sirius popping in every once in a while with a witty remark, often known for his blunt and intentionally awkward delivery. A few videos had gone viral and in what felt like the blink of an eye, he was a bonafide internet celebrity. Instead of interviewing random people stumbling out of nightclubs, he began booking celebrities to come drink with him and be on the show. At first it was local New York celebrities, then nationally recognized actors and musicians, and a few million views later he had been asked to bring a watered-down version of the show to one of the most prestigious award ceremonies in Hollywood (they still made him provide his own liquor, though, cheap assholes).
As stars began trickling down the carpet, he waved to his makeshift publicist and best friend, James Potter, standing just off the carpet, before grabbing his mini shot glasses to prepare for his first interview.
The first to reach him was young starlet Dorcas Meadowes, who was nominated tonight for her breakout lead performance in the suspenseful sci-fi thriller film, Hippogriff.
“Dorcas! You look gorgeous tonight, absolutely stunning,” he said with a shimmering smile.
“Yeah, yeah, thank you, I heard there were shots over here?” she responded impatiently.
“Of course,” he replied as he handed her a shot and reached to grab his own, which was immediately stolen and downed by Dorcas. “Needing something to take the edge off? Nervous?”
“Very. I don't know how people get through these things.”
“Alcohol, I imagine,” he remarked, “So this is your first awards show, what does that mean to you as a new actor?”
She smiled and Sirius was in full, professional interviewer mode now. With vodka.
Almost an hour passed with a seemingly never ending stream of actors, directors, and people who knew people, and Sirius was so tired and bordering on drunk after too many people had insisted on him having a shot with them. He was just about to call it quits and pack up for the night as the crowd on the carpet grew thinner and thinner when he spotted him.
British sweetheart Remus Lupin was the critically acclaimed lead actor in Sirius’s favorite film of the year, the tender indie drama-comedy Wolf Boy. Tonight he was nominated for his role in the film and Sirius knew he just had to talk to him. Luckily, he was walking right towards Sirius with an excited smile on his face.
“Oh my God, it’s you! Hi, I love your show!” he exclaimed.
“Well that’s great because I love you,” Sirius replied dryly.
Remus paused for a minute, though he did not falter, “...so do you want to get out of here?” he joked.
Sirius hung his head in disappointment, “I would love to, but I have work. I hear Minerva McGonagall is somewhere behind you.”
“Mate, that’s sad to hear. About the work, not Minerva, she’s sensational.”
“Are you free later, though? I’ve been trying to get you on the show forever,” Sirius chuckled. He was a bit struck at how charismatic Remus came across after just a few exchanges, but he guessed he was considered a heartthrob for a reason. Maybe it was the open posture, or the Welsh lilt of his voice, or his absolute refusal to break eye contact, but Sirius found himself immediately sucked into the vortex that was Remus Lupin.
“I would love to, but press stuff is just eating all of my time right now,” Remus replied with what sounded like genuine regret.
Sirius nodded understandingly and noticed Remus wringing his hands, “Nervous?”
Remus looked like he had been caught off guard, “For what?”
Sirius laughed, “For the awards?”
“Oh, no, not that. I’m excited, actually. I get to celebrate all of these fantastic projects and be surrounded by all of these incredible people, it’s great.”
“Am I one of the incredible people?” Sirius joked.
“Obviously,” Remus answered with a wink that set off butterflies in Sirius’s stomach, “It was fantastic meeting you, I have to run. Have a great night!” He walked backwards as he finished his farewell, like he really was about to miss the start of the ceremony. He parted with a wave and Sirius let out a breath. He turned back to James who looked at him with a disbelieving smile on his face.
January 15, Critics Choice Awards
If it was possible, Sirius was even less nervous for this award show. It was a smaller ceremony, he had even more alcohol, and he had an abundance of confidence supplied by the praise he had received for his interviews from clips spreading online. He had also learned from his past mistakes, like drinking an energy drink before going out on the carpet and being more adamant in refusing to take shots early in the night.
Tonight, Sirius was most excited to meet former child star turned dramatic actor Lily Evans, who was nominated for her supporting role in the most heart wrenching drama of the year, The Common Room. While the film was incredible, he honestly just wanted to ask her about her role in The Godric Chronicles series that he loved as a kid.
But, before he could scope Lily out on the carpet and pull her in for an interview, a familiar face entered his line of sight.
Remus looked handsome, per usual. While last time he had worn a smart, burnt orange suit, tonight he was sporting a gorgeous black velvet blazer with accents of glitter woven into the material. When he met Sirius’s eye, his face lit up.
“My, my, fancy seeing you here!” he said cheerfully.
“They just can’t get enough of me, I guess,” Sirius mused.
“Yeah, I know what that’s like,” Remus quipped with a smirk, “Did you bring vodka again tonight? You skipped out on me last time,” he threw a dramatic pout on and gave Sirius what could only be described as puppy dog eyes, over a shot outside of an awards ceremony of all things.
“Tequila tonight, actually. To be fair, you were the one that rushed away so quickly,” Sirius jeered with a quirked eyebrow.
“Well some of us actually get invited inside the award shows,” he joked and hissed through his teeth like the sick burn the insult was. They both just dissolved into laughter before throwing back their shots.
After recovering from the burn of tequila down his throat, Sirius asked with a laugh, “So what have you been up to since we last saw each other? What has it been, five days?”
“Oh, I know. I’ve missed you like a woman waiting for her husband to return from war,” he groaned.
“That’s a bit presumptuous considering we’ve only met twice,” Sirius quipped with a confident smirk he prayed hid his nerves that bloomed when Remus was near.
“What can I say? I’m optimistic,” he winked again, and he was off once more, clearly in a hurry, leaving Sirius with a tiny wave.
February 19, BAFTA Awards
Sirius was starting to lose steam. A few clips of his red carpet interviews had gone viral (especially the ones that featured Remus) and now Sirius had been contacted by basically every major award show of the season, meaning he was now in London for the BAFTAs. He was jetlagged, tired, cold, and honestly quite bored. James hadn’t been able to join him to England and he missed him dearly, feeling quite alone in a foreign country all by himself. Well, at least he had all of these famous people that barely gave him the time of day. Great.
As he waited for the celebrities to arrive, he busied himself on his phone texting James. He was currently insisting passionately that Sirius just absolutely had to talk to Lily Evans tonight since he missed her last time (at the time, he was too distracted by Remus to notice Lily walking past, she had even waved to him) (he realized he was thinking about Remus quite a bit, but he decided not to unpack that just yet). While James did want Sirius to meet Lily, he was mostly just pouting because he himself wasn’t there to meet her too, as Lily had been his celebrity crush since childhood and James insisted that Sirius getting to meet her was some form of fate. His logical reasoning had never been the strongest.
Walking towards him was Arthur Weasley and his wife, Molly. Arthur was nominated for his first ever major award tonight for his supporting role in the beloved comedy film, The Burrow. He was quite the underdog this awards season, with most media outlets disregarding him from the race entirely, but he was starting to pull through.
“Arthur! It’s great to see you,” Sirius cheered.
“Sirius, is it? My sons love your show!” Arthur smiled at Sirius with his arm wrapped tightly around his beaming wife.
“That’s incredible, can I interest you in a gin and tonic? I heard they’re all the rage here,” he offered.
Molly piped in, “Oh, none for me, thanks. I’m pregnant!”
Sirius tried to keep the surprise from his face. Last he heard the Weasley’s already had a horde of children, but apparently they were going to keep popping out more. Good for Arthur, Sirius thought. “I assume the rest of the kids are at home, then?” he inquired.
“No, they’re with us tonight,” Molly answered. As if on cue, a line of red headed boys trailed from behind a corner and returned to their parent’s side. Sirius didn’t even know you were allowed to bring so many guests to an award show, but he guessed you just didn’t say no to Molly Weasley.
“We really must be going, but it was lovely to meet you, Sirius!” Arthur replied to his shocked face before corralling his kids off the carpet.
Sirius turned around briefly for a water break when he heard a voice behind him, “We have got to stop meeting like this.”
He attempted to suppress a smile to no avail before turning to reveal Remus in a simple white suit and slicked back hair.
“Are you following me or something?” Sirius joked, trying to suppress the flush on his cheeks.
“I should be asking you the same thing, following me all the way to England. I’m surprised they even let you into the country,” Remus said cheekily.
“Well, I tried to stay in LA but they just wouldn’t have me.”
Remus smiled before replying smoothly, “Lucky me, then.”
Hiding his blush was officially a lost cause, so Sirius simply ducked his head and went into Very Good Interviewer Professional Doing His Job mode, “So, you’ve been known to do a lot of indie films–”
Sirius was cut off by a loud laugh from Remus; it was infectious. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. It just sounded for a second that you were going to ask a real question?” he said, still laughing.
“It’s my job!” Sirius whined, laughing right alongside him. Remus only laughed harder, gripping the microphone and putting his hand right on top of Sirius’s. He froze, immediately seizing up where the other man touched him, lightning flooding his body. Remus, thankfully, was oblivious to this, he just kept laughing uncontrollably.
“I’m not kidding, Remus, I’ll get fired!” He wouldn’t get fired, but Sirius was nothing if not dramatic.
Remus straightened up, clearing his face from his previous hysteria except for a tiny lingering smile, “I’m sorry, ahem, go ahead.”
“So you often star in indie films, how does–”
Remus was laughing again, this time gripping Sirius’s shoulder when he doubled over. Stopping his face from turning bright red was, once again, a fruitless attempt.
“Remus!”
His laughter was cut off by someone calling his name from somewhere down the carpet. They both turned to see Lily Evans herself, strutting towards them with a bright smile and a beautiful violet gown. Remus’s face lit up when he saw her and greeted her with a hug and a kiss on each cheek when she reached them.
“Lily! You look gorgeous, how are you, love?” he asked with cheer.
Love? Does that mean they’re romantically involved or is that just a British thing? God, he needed to get out of this country and away from any more award shows.
“I’ve been fantastic. Missing you, of course, but I’m doing well,” she replied with a grin, showing off each of her perfectly white teeth.
Remus turned to him and did not break eye contact as he spoke, a meaningful smirk on his face that Sirius could not decipher (yet), “Lily, I want you to meet my friend Sirius.”
“Oh wow, lovely to meet you, I love your show!” Lily said excitedly.
Sirius was shocked that Lily Evans of all people knew who he was, much less knew of and actively enjoyed his stupid little show. “This is insane, you’re one of my favorite actresses. You’re welcome on the show any time, I mean it,” he insisted.
“That’s very kind,” she laughed
“I just adore anything you’re in. I grew up with the Godric Chronicles and it’s all I watched when I was little, but my buddy James just loves you and has had a crush on you since, like, the dawn of time, and if he knew I was talking to you, he would probably–”
“Sirius,” Remus cut in.
Sirius chuckled awkwardly, realizing he had been ranting. “Sorry,” he murmured.
Lily just laughed that beautiful laugh of hers, “You’re alright, I’m flattered. I have to run, boys. Sirius, it was truly lovely to meet you, I might have my agent take you up on that offer,” she said with a wink. “I’ll see you inside, Rem,” she said with a pointed look. Weird.
They watched as she left and Sirius turned back around to see Remus looking right at him with a gentle smile. “Well,” he started, “I should probably head in. Hopefully I’ll see you soon.”
“I hope so, too. We just can’t seem to stop bumping into each other at these things,” Sirius replied with a grin.
“Thank God for that. Bye, Sirius.”
“Bye, Remus.”
February 26, SAG Awards
Sirius did not get away from the award shows. Just one short week after the BAFTAs, he was back in sunny Los Angeles for the SAG awards.
It had been quite the hectic week, however. He had contracted some sort of illness while in England (he suspected one of the Weasley children had been infectious) and had thus been stuck at home sniffling for a few days. Out of boredom, mostly, he tweeted something about being on his deathbed in some sort of hazy, fever induced delirium, and the next day there was an edible arrangement on his doorstep with a “get well soon” note attached on behalf of Remus’s agent. How he had managed to secure Sirius’s home address was a mystery, though it was at that moment when Sirius decided that he would do anything to get Remus in his bed by the end of the awards circuit.
And no, Sirius did not just want to sleep with Remus, but he figured it was probably the best he could do with someone of Remus’s status, which he was honestly pretty content with, all things considered. If that was what he could get, he would take it.
Once he bounced back from his brief ailment, Sirius found himself pretty excited for the SAG awards. For one, he would get to see Remus again and thank him for his kind gift. He was also excited because… no, nevermind, it’s mostly just Remus.
So far, he had only been wearing admittedly boring black or navy suits to these shows, but after he decided to woo Remus, he knew he needed to step up his fashion game. He was a young gay celebrity, looking boring was basically one of the seven deadly sins. He landed on a velvet dark green suit with an open silk blouse underneath that cost an ungodly amount of money that he tried not to think about.
He showed up to the carpet looking and feeling like a million bucks. James was thankfully by his side once again and was currently talking his ear off trying to distract him from how unexpectedly nervous he was to see Remus.
Before long, he was once again met with the presence of Dorcas Meadowes, who looked noticeably less nervous this time around in a sparkling golden dress.
“Dorcas! How are you? Less nervous I hope?” he inquired.
A relieved smile crossed her features as she sighed, “Much less. You know, these things honestly aren’t that bad when you realize they’re basically meaningless,” she shrugged.
“Amen to that. Tequila?”
“No thanks, I pregamed,” she stated plainly.
That explains the calmness, then. She blew him a kiss and she was gone.
He spoke to a few more celebrities throughout the night that were actually pretty incredible to talk to, like Australian stuntman Cardoc Dearborne and legendary comedian Marlene McKinnon. Sooner than he was probably ready for, he saw Remus from the other side of the carpet, looking dashing in a pinstripe black suit.
As soon as he was close enough to see Sirius, he took one look at him and threw his head back with a pained groan.
He signed dramatically when he reached him and took a long pause, his eyes raking over every inch of Sirius’s body, “You look gorgeous.”
Blushing instantly, Sirius murmured, “What, this old thing?”
“How did you even–” he cut himself off with an eye roll, trying to gather his words, “Nevermind. Hi, how are you? Are you feeling better?”
“I’m great actually, your gift was very thoughtful, thank you. A bit creepy that you found my address, but still very appreciated.”
Ignoring his joke, Remus pushed on, “Not contagious or anything?”
“No?”
“Great,” Remus said as he pulled Sirius in a hug. Sirius could smell his cologne and tried not to freak out and giggle like a schoolgirl at their closeness. It lasted a beat longer than was necessary and Remus pulled back with a grin and his own flushed cheeks.
Sirius looked at him with an amused expression, Remus refusing to make eye contact and instead shook his head like he was holding his tongue.
“Couldn’t help yourself, could you?” Sirius teased.
“No, no I could not,” Remus replied with a snort.
“You know, maybe you could do it again if you came on my show. Just a thought.”
Remus pondered this for a moment before shaking his head, “I think it’s probably best if I only ever see you at award shows.”
Sirius gasped, mildly offended at the turn his conversation was taking, “What?”
“You’re quite dangerous,” he informed.
Sirius rolled his eyes, “I wouldn’t give myself that much credit.”
Remus squinted at him and pointed an accusatory finger, “No, you know exactly what you’re doing.”
“And what am I doing?” Sirius asked, blatantly flirting now.
Remus opened his mouth to speak but held his tongue once again, waving his hands around like he was physically trying to clear the air before looking Sirius right in the eyes, “I don’t even wanna know what this,” he motioned between himself and Sirius, “could turn into, which makes you very, very dangerous.”
Sirius flushed at the insinuation that Remus had to actively restrain himself around him, so he pushed on, “Are you sure you don’t wanna find out?”
Remus just laughed, shot Sirius a disarming smile, and pat him on the shoulder before turning away. As he walked past, he whispered, “Goodnight, Sirius.”
“You do look quite beautiful,” Remus called back over his shoulder.
Sirius stood slack jawed and turned back to James, who was laughing uproariously. He took three shots in a row to clear his head and ended up having to go home early from being too tipsy.
March 4, Film Independent Spirit Awards
For the next week leading up to the next awards show, Sirius was basically catatonic, unable to stop thinking about Remus for even a second. Trying to escape his thoughts by going online didn’t help as the internet was in a frenzy over clips of Remus and Sirius circling. His inboxes were flooded by people reaching out to him to ask about dating rumors, all of which were left ignored. He was also getting new opportunities from the exposure, which he saw as a pretty big plus.
He honestly didn’t know what to do. On one hand, Remus had said he didn’t want to pursue anything. On the other hand, he seemed like he could be persuaded. Plus, they were destined to see each other on Sunday anyway, so a bit more flirting and dressing nicely couldn’t hurt.
James was useless in giving advice. Every time Sirius brought it up, he just burst out laughing at the ridiculousness of Sirius having preliminary relationship troubles with a movie star. He did, however, lend Sirius a pretty sick red carpet outfit from a friend of a friend. Since the Film Independent Spirit Awards were held in a tent on Santa Monica Pier, it was a much more relaxed show than most, as was the fashion. Sirius landed on high waisted black flare pants and a flowy floral shirt with matching sneakers. He looked hot, if he did say so himself. All he could hope was that Remus thought so too.
Once he reached the carpet, which was just an extended section of tent in a giant parking lot on the beach, Sirius was noticeably more calm than he had been. He had gotten quite good at award show interviews and was now fairly comfortable in such an intimidating setting.
Tonight, the first person he got the chance to speak to was Marlene McKinnon, who was one of the presenters tonight.
“Sirius, darling, I’ve missed you!” she beamed.
“Oh, Marlene, it’s been a dreadful week without you,” he cooed.
A smirk graced her features, “Are you sure it’s me you missed? Nobody else?”
Sirius laughed and rolled his eyes, “I have no idea what you’re talking about. I’m here for you, my dear,” he said as he handed her a shot of gin.
“You’re an angel, Black. I’ll see you inside.”
“Oh, I usually don’t–”
“No, no. You'll be inside,” she winked as she walked away.
He interviewed celebrities with more sincerity than usual tonight, chatting about their upcoming projects and filmmaking process (he was passionate about independent film, okay?). Almost an hour passed with stars coming in and out and Sirius had yet to see Remus. He was about to be concerned when he saw him towards the entrance looking absolutely mouth watering, Sirius was worried he would never recover. He was dressed in chocolate brown pants, a lilac shirt, a slouched, deep purple blazer, cool sunglasses, and perfect hair. God, he was pretty.
When he saw Sirius, he literally stopped in his tracks in the middle of the carpet. He hung his head, nodded to the ground, and gave Sirius a defeated look before walking over to him.
“Remus,” he greeted with a smirk.
“Sirius,” Remus replied with a sad little smile.
“How are you doing on this fine evening?” he teased.
Remus sighed, “You’re going to be the death of me.”
“What do you mean?” he joked, basking in the effect he seemed to be having on the other man.
“Why are you doing this to me? Why do you insist on looking so unbelievably incredible every time I see you? And so, charming too, God,” he said, almost to himself.
“I’m really not seeing the problem here.”
“It’s just that I can’t–” he cut himself off, which he seemed to do a lot around Sirius, he noted. After what looked like an internal battle Remus was quickly losing, he turned his eyes back to Sirius with a hopeless gaze. “Fuck it,” he said, “come to the after party with me. Please.”
He had been invited to after parties before, of course, but he quickly realized that celebrities usually didn’t want to talk to him unless they got to talk about themselves and their accomplishments, so Sirius was prone to decline. It was different coming from Remus, though. Of course it was. And of course he would provide an enthusiastic “okay.”
Remus looked almost like he was leaning in, but decided against it at the last moment, instead giving Sirius a friendly pat on the shoulder, nodding, and walking away wordlessly. He hadn’t even given Sirius enough time to properly freak out and celebrate the fact that he finally wore Remus down.
It was then that Sirius remembered that would actually have to sit through the entire ceremony this time. Honestly, the things he does for this man.
Luckily, the Film Independent Spirit Awards were pretty chill. They were solely dedicated to celebrating indie filmmaking and making fun of the fact that nobody actually watched these awards, it was a blast.
Sirius was sitting towards the back, away from the stage. He enjoyed the ceremony (though, like all award shows, it dragged on for way too long), he laughed at all of the jokes, cheered for all of the winners, and chatted with those seated next to him (mostly just people’s agents and B list producers). When they got to Remus’s category, however, Sirius grew nervous.
It should be noted that throughout this entire award circuit, Remus had not won any notable awards, despite being nominated for almost all of them and giving what was, in Sirius’s opinion, the best performance of the year. But he was young, his film wasn’t the most popular, and he was still an up in coming star, not a Hollywood veteran like most of his fellow nominees. For Independent Spirit, however, age, experience, and especially film popularity simply didn’t matter. Plus, the eligible films were vastly narrowed down, so it was looking like Remus had a real shot at this thing.
As the presenter read the nominees, polite cheers filled the room. And when the winner was announced, Sirius couldn’t gauge the politeness of the other audience members because he was cheering so loud.
Remus had won, which wasn’t too much of a shock but it was still exciting. He walked up to the stage with a coy smile on his face and accepted his award. His speech was short and sweet; he thanked his mother, his agent, the crew of his film, joked about the ceremony being held in a tent, made a poignant comment on the importance of indie filmmakers, and left. It was nice, and Sirius could not wait to get absolutely hammered with him tonight at the after party.
Thankfully, best actor was one of the last categories awarded, meaning Sirius didn’t have to wait too long before he was out in the parking lot looking for that stupidly gorgeous man in that stupidly gorgeous purple suit. Due to the fact that basically everyone else there was wildly more famous than him, Sirius made it through the crowd without getting stopped too many times. Unfortunately, Remus was surrounded by people on all sides, wanting to ask him questions or joke with him or pitch him a new project or whatever else annoying people did to pester award winning actors. Clearly growing impatient, Remus started looking around and politely saying goodbye to those who were huddled around him before locking eyes with Sirius as a big smile grew across his face.
He pushed through the crowd more insistently before stopping about two painful feet away from Sirius; they just stood staring at each other for what felt like forever before a slightly breathless, “Hi,” escaped Remus's lips.
“Hi,” Sirius chuckled back.
“Wanna get out of here?” Remus asked smoothly in his perfect Welsh accent.
“Certainly. Lead the way.”
Remus held out an arm for Sirius to take and dragged him towards a sleek black town car on the street. He opened the door open for Sirius and they sat facing each other once in the backseat of the vehicle. Remus gave the address to the driver and turned to give his full attention to Sirius.
“Hi,” Sirius chuckled.
“Hi,” Remus replied, a grin overtaking his entire face.
“Congratulations on your award,” Sirius cheered.
“Thank you,” Remus said, looking down bashfully even though he had heard that exact sentence about 100 times tonight.
They smiled at each other, saying nothing as the car drove along the streets of LA until they started giggling at each other for no reason at all. They broke eye contact and looked out of their windows in a comfortable silence. Sirius wasn’t sure who had moved, but by the end of the car ride their hands were intertwined on the seat between them.
The party was held on the rooftop lounge of a bougie hotel a few blocks from the ceremony. On their way up, Remus kept his hand on the small of Sirius’s back for the duration of their crowded elevator ride. Sirius’s heart was racing, he couldn’t believe this was his life.
As they stepped out onto the roof, Sirius made eye contact with Marlene, who simply winked at him and said nothing. Remus led him towards the bar and politely waved off those trying to speak to him.
“So,” he started, “how many shots have you already taken tonight?”
“Only like three.”
Remus gave him a pointed stare.
“Five.”
Remus chuckled, “In that case, I need to catch up.” He waved to the bartender and ordered two shots. Sirius reached out to grab one, but Remus swatted his hand away and downed both, drawing a laugh out of Sirius.
They moved through the party, waving to and chatting with celebrities that Sirius recognized from one film or another, drinking, laughing. It was fantastic.
They found Lily at some point, who hadn’t attended the ceremony but showed up at the after party anyway, which Sirius thought was quite chic.
“Remus, congratulations, darling,” she greeted with a kiss on both of his cheeks.
“Thank you, Lily. How are you?” he asked graciously.
“Brilliant,” she smiled. She looked at Sirius and gave him a knowing smirk, “Sirius.”
“Lily,” he greeted.
“Come on, let’s get drinks,” Remus said, moving the group to the bar for what felt like the thousandth time that night.
As Remus went up to the bartender, Lily pulled Sirius off to the side. “You must be quite the little interviewer if you managed to pull Remus Lupin,” she mused.
Sirius scoffed, “I haven’t pulled anybody.”
“Yet,” she insisted.
“...yet.”
“You know, he never goes to these things,” Lily continued, “And if he does, he certainly doesn’t bring other people.”
“So?”
“So,” Lily teased, “you’re special. Clearly you can see that.”
Sirius ducked his head to cover his blush, “Yeah, maybe.”
“Bye, Sirius,” she chuckled before leaving him to rejoin Remus, grabbing her drink from him before whispering something in his ear that made him flush red.
Remus made his way back towards Sirius and handed him a drink. They stood together, sipping their fancy Hollywood cocktails and basking in the night, in each other’s presence.
An upbeat song came on and Remus groaned, setting down his drink to grab Sirius’s hand, “Oh my God, this song is incredible. Dance with me.”
He laughed, “There’s not even a dance floor.”
“I don’t care, we’ll make one.”
Sirius chuckled, noticing that Remus was a bit tipsy by now and so very cute. He couldn’t say no to that. He set his drink down and started swaying his hips to the beat alongside Remus.
“No, no, no. Like this,” Remus whined before grabbing Sirius’s waist and pulling him closer, moving his hips in time with his own. Sirius smiled bashfully at Remus’s actions, they probably looked so stupid dancing in the corner all alone, but when Remus looked up to meet Sirius’s eyes, he decided he didn’t really care.
They both stopped moving and simply stared into each other’s eyes. His gaze flickered down to Remus’s lips and apparently that was all the confirmation he needed to grab Sirius by his lapels and smash their lips together. Making out in a corner was probably worse than just dancing in one, but Sirius’s mind couldn’t compute any thoughts besides Oh my God and I love award shows.
Breathlessly, Remus pulled away and mumbled against hip lips, “Will you be my date to the Oscars?”
Sirius beamed with his hands wrapped around Remus’s face, “Isn’t it a bit late for that?”
“I’m sure they’re flexible,” he shrugged.
Sirius giggled and pulled Remus into another kiss before answering, “Remus Lupin, I would love to.”
March 12, Academy Awards
There was added pressure at the Oscars, sure, but Sirius didn’t care. He knew that as soon as he wrapped up interviewing the same rotating cast of celebrities he had interviewed for months, he would get to step inside the Dolby Theater and sit next to Remus Lupin. It was exhilarating, and Sirius had to pinch himself constantly to make sure he wasn’t dreaming.
Also, he was excited for the Oscars check to clear. That would be pretty great.
For the last time this year, Sirius interviewed Dorcas, Lily, Arthur, and other A list stars, some of which he idolized as icons of cinema history. He also interviewed Remus.
When Remus approached him in the most stunning black satin shirt and maroon suit, he planted a kiss on Sirius’s cheek and wrapped an arm around his waist as Sirius giggled and tapped the microphone to his face.
“Hey, c’mon I need to interview you,” Sirius whined.
Remus leaned back to look at him, “You’re deciding to actually interview me for once? Now?”
Sirius rolled his eyes jokingly, “Yes, now. We can’t do 6 red carpets together with nothing to show for it.”
Remus smirked. “Well I think we have something to show for it,” he said before planting another kiss on his cheek.
“Ok, ok, real question time. So how does it feel being at the–”
Remus’s laughter cut off the end of his question, he hung his head against Sirius’s shoulder where he giggled uncontrollably.
“You’re exhausting,” Sirius responded, unable to stop himself from joining in on Remus’s laughter.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he said through his chuckling.
“Forget it, just go inside,” Sirius said.
“Okay, love. I’ll see you in there,” he left with one more kiss to Sirius’s now flushed cheeks.
Eventually, Sirius found his way inside the theater and found his seat next to Remus, who grabbed his hand and kissed it as soon as he sat down. Sirius leaned his head on Remus’s shoulder (which prompted Remus to drop a kiss to it, of course) as they waited in content silence for the awards to start.
Remus didn’t win his category, but he didn’t think he was going to so he didn’t really care. He was just happy to stay in his seat and keep holding Sirius’s hand.
“Hey,” Remus said during a commercial break, “I’m really glad I met you.”
Sirius smiled and grabbed the back of Remus’s neck to drag him in for a gentle kiss, whispering against his lips, “I’m glad I met you, too.”