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Remus’ arms were slung around Sirius’ shoulders from behind him. Sirius had a firm grab on Remus’ hands that were very close to choking him as he dragged Remus into his room.
Remus wasn’t usually one to go out and get overly drunk, but for some reason he had been feeling particularly rebellious tonight and had done just that. Which led to Sirius getting a very loud, very suggestive call from a plastered Remus and Sirius putting down his guitar to go pick up his very drunk boyfriend.
Sirius successfully dragged Remus to his bed and whirled him around with intentions of laying him down. Remus’ intentions however were to give him a snog.
Sirius laughed as he pulled away from his suddenly affectionate boyfriend, “As much as I love kissing you, you need to lay down.”
Sirius tried to push Remus down onto the bed, but was met with Remus grabbing his shirt collar and pulling Sirius down with him and latching his mouth onto every inch of exposed skin that he could.
“I Love You so much Sirius. You’re so fit. I Love you. Sirius. I Love you, mate.”
Sirius couldn’t help but laugh at Remus doing his best to not slur his words together, but not quite succeeding, “How come you’re never this affectionate when you’re sober?” Sirius joked as he placed a small kiss on Remus’ cheek.
“Take my clothes off.” Remus demanded, obviously trying to be sexy.
“I’ll take your clothes off, but only to make you comfortable enough to sleep. There will be no shagging tonight.”
“Please kiss me.”
Sirius kissed him on the cheek again, “I feel like doing anymore would be taking advantage of you, love. With you being this drunk and all.”
After many minutes, Sirius was finally able to strip Remus down to his boxers and tuck him into bed. Sirius took off his shirt and slid into some pajama bottoms before climbing into bed next to Remus, turning him on his side in case he got sick and pulling his back against his chest.
“I Love You so much, Sirius.”
Sirius kissed the back of his neck, “I know. I Love You too.”
“I’m so lucky to have you as my boyfriend.”
“I’m luckier. Now try to sleep, okay?”
“Okay.”
They were both asleep moments later.
When Sirius woke up early in the morning, it was to him realizing that it wasn’t Remus he was holding against his chest, but a pillow. He sat up in bed, “Where oh where has my Remus gone?” His question was answered by the sound of coughing and gagging coming from his bathroom.
He rolled out of bed and grabbed a towel and the cup of water he had on his side table before heading into his bathroom.
He found Remus crouched in front of the toilet, looking pale and miserable.
Sirius dampened the towel with cold water before moving to sit on the floor behind Remus. He reached around Remus’ body to give him a sip of water.
After a few more heaves into the toilet and the glass of water being drank fully, Remus leaned back into Sirius' body.
“Thank you.”
Sirius placed a kiss to the back of Remus’ neck, and then the top of his hair, “Of course. I Love You…even when you get incredibly pissed.”
Remus let out a small laugh as he wrapped Sirius’ arms around his middle and leaned against him even more, letting Sirius hold him and comfort his hangover away.
Sirius figured the best move was to distance himself from Remus, despite wanting to be close to him. He knew he had said things he shouldn’t have and that he needed to apologize, but every time he opened up his messages with Remus to type out an apology he saw it, ‘i wish i never dated you. i hate you.’ and then he would get a sick feeling in his stomach and a burning in his eyes and he would have to close his phone.
But the decision to distance himself from Remus came with the consequence of distancing himself from his friends as well. He missed them and they missed him, but he knew that this was the only way he was going to be able to manage and grow from this situation.
So Sirius found himself still on campus despite his classes being over, sitting underneath a random tree.
It was still cold out, it being the beginning of March and all, but he found the whole thing strangely therapeutic, being outside and all. Plus he liked watching his breath come out of his mouth foggy, it reminded him of when he was little and he would do that exact thing with Regulus, and they would pretend they were smoking. He chuckled to himself as he did so. He liked this. It was nice. He figured he would start doing it more.
“You’re in my spot.”
Sirius looked up and saw a boy looking down at him. He looked to be about his age. He had very light blonde hair and dark brown eyes, almost black. He was of an average height, not tall and not really short either.
“Pardon?” Sirius noticed that had carried a large bag with him, which surely couldn't have been comfortable to lug around, and Sirius didn't blame him for wanting to put it down and take a seat...but there were other trees to sit under.
“You’re in my spot. I always sit there after class to draw, it’s my spot. You’re in my spot.”
Sirius looked around then back at the boy staring down at him, “Well, I’m not moving.”
“Then shove over.”
They both looked at each other silently before Sirius let out a small breathy laugh. He moved over a few inches then looked back at the boy. Silently telling him that this was the best he was getting and if this spot was so important to him then he would have to deal.
He said nothing, but sat in the spot next to Sirius.
Sirius found out his name was Alex, and despite being polar opposites, they got on exceptionally well and Sirius found himself with a new friend for the first time in nearly ten years.
They hung out nearly everyday, usually at Alex’s place…so that there were less chances of running into some of Sirius’ other friends, considering the fact that he lived with James and James was kind of the glue that held them all together.
Sirius was puffing on a cigarette while he laid down on the foot of Alex’s bed. Alex sitting with his legs crossed in the middle of it painting.
“What are you painting anyways?” Sirius asked, breathing out a heavy cloud of smoke.
“Why do you care?” Alex responded, not looking up from his work.
“Just curious.” He peeked over at Alex to see him glance up at him, an almost bored look on his face, before smirking and going back to his work. Sirius sat up in front of him, “You're painting me aren't you?”
Alex scoffed, “You wish.”
“Do you fancy me, Alex? Are you just so infatuated with me that you’ve begun painting portraits of me?”
Alex peaked up over his work and met Sirius’ shit-eating grin with a glare of his own, “What makes you think I fancy you?”
“You’re practically obsessed with me. You invite me over to paint me? Christ, Alex, if you wanna snog me just ask.”
Alex tried to hold his glare but ended up just laughing, “You're a piece of shit, Black you know that don’t you?” he joked.
Sirius leaned over the canvas in Alex’s hand and gave him a quick peck on the lips, the mischievous look never leaving his face.
“You're not that good of a kisser.”
Sirius faked offense, “Excuse me?”
Alex shrugged, “Just saying, I've had better.”
Sirius laughed, “Prick.” then glanced down at the work in Alex’s hands, it was in fact, not a painting of him.
Alex saw him looking and took the cigarette out of Sirius’ hands, “Told you I wasn't painting you.”
Sirius rolled his eyes and took back the cig, “Yeah yeah. You should though. I'd make a bloody fine painting.”
Alex kicked him softly with his foot and went back to his work, “You're not pretty enough for me to paint you.”
"Shut up."
"Maybe if you were a better kisser I would paint you."
Sirius laughed loudly as he fell back against the bed, letting his head hang over the edge.
For the first time in months, for the first time since he broke up with Remus…he felt happy.
Remus and Henry were taking a small walk through a park. They had both been locked up indoors studying and doing work for hours and decided that a breath of fresh air would do them both good.
They walked down a small path, holding hands and taking in the scenery around them.
Remus was intrigued in the way Henry’s hand felt slightly too big for his own and how he would run his thumb along Remus’ pulse in a soft comforting way.
They walked for a while, then decided that it was time they make their way back to Henry’s flat where they had been earlier.
The cold had started to get to Remus, so he leaned into Henry’s side looking for some extra body heat to warm him up. Henry leaned into him slightly as he did and turned his head to give Remus a chaste kiss on his temple.
Remus hummed and smiled at the sweet gesture.
“You know,” Henry turned his head to look at Remus, “I’m really happy right now.”
“Me too.”
And he was.
For the first time in a while, Remus really did feel happy.