#i have exams next week and its my birthday tmr so im gonna be writing all night to get the next few written bc apparently im doing this-

[adharastarlight]

Tis The Season

Nine: List

This isn't quite a microfic and more of a longish headcanon/rambling but its fluffy wolfstar and it's lovely and they're my babies

Remus had never been a big fan of crowds, or of people rushing around him. He liked meandering with time to spare, liked going about life in a quiet manner. It wasn't to say he didn't enjoy chaos occasionally but he liked his day to day life to be… peaceful. He was a country boy through and through. He doubted he'd ever welcome the embodiment of chaos into his life.

And then came Sirius Motherfucking Black.

Sirius was nothing short of a city boy, born and raised in the hustle of London. He thrived in chaos, he wove his way through crowds like he owned them. There wasn't a question about his love of loud, busy, packed life. He found the thrill in racing for the tube and darting around crowds of tourists or businessmen who hadn't yet started their commute. The truth was he felt like he could disappear in a city as big as London, he was less of a disappointment, there was less risk of failure if everyone was too busy moving to notice him.

And then came Remus. Remus who was soft glances and pauses which seemed to stretch out forever and nothing all at once. Remus who took the time to grind his coffee beans each and every morning, Remus who did the crossword - a habit he'd adopted from his mum. Remus who seemed so content in everything Sirius feared. Remus who sedated him in the most beautiful way possible.

Sirius wasn't sure it were possible for him to exist somewhere without crowds to meld into. Of course, anyone who knew him, but didn't really know him, would find that ridiculous. After all, he was The Sirius Black. He was always the centre of attention and he thrived on it. Until he didn't. He had to admit he loved the attention, but only when he chose it. He would never admit that he loved that he could hide in the shadows and step out when he was fit for the public eye.

But Remus had asked him to stay with him and his family in the small village he called home. And then he'd looked at him, and it was awfully unfair because Sirius couldn't say anything short of yes, mon amour, anything for you, you can have my soul, the world, it's yours, when Remus looked at him. And so here he was, in a village so far from London he could see the stars he was named after.

Sirius found he might like life away from the crowds of London… as long as Remus’ arms were there for him to fall into.