#praying for your swift and full recovery your majesty

[theroyalsandi]

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[bethansfandoms]

hey! ive stuck at home for a while and unwell because of covid and i was wondering if you could write a sick sirius being looked after by remus or vice versa!! thanks so much, i love your writing, i hope you have a great day!

Oh no! Wishing you a swift recovery! <3

Summer had gone from being one of Sirius’ least favourite times of year to the one he looked forward to the most.

The two weeks where Remus and Peter came to stay were always his favourite. It was the fun of Gryffindor tower without homework or exam stress.

This is why Sirius was so grumpy. Remus and Peter were here and Sirius was ill.

Sirius didn’t get ill often but when he did, it completely drained him. It was sunny and beautiful outside and yet Sirius was sat in bed, shivering. He had two jumpers on, one of which was Remus’, and yet he still felt freezing cold.

The window was firmly closed but even then he could hear the laughs of the people lounging on the lawn. They thought he was asleep, of course, and Sirius absolutely wasn’t angry at them for having fun. He just wished he could be outside sunbathing drinking Euphemia’s perfect lemonade as well.

He pulled the sleeves of Remus’ jumper over his hands and curled up into a ball. The sun was streaming through the small crack in the curtains. Sirius was still cold.

He prayed he would fall asleep just to be rid of the horrible feeling in his stomach and the pounding in his head. No such luck. He threw the duvet over his head in the hope of stopping the shivering at the very least.

“Sirius?”

The voice was so quiet that he wasn’t even sure it had been there at all. He slowly poked his head out of the covers to see Remus leaning in the doorway.

Remus was wearing shorts and if any sight was going to restore him to full health, it’d be that. Remus never wore shorts, in front of anyone who wasn’t the marauders he never even worse short sleeved shirts. He was slightly tanned, his hair was a little lighter, his eyes a little brighter, and there were freckles all over his face, the ones that only came with summer.

“Hey,” he smiled, walking over to Sirius and sitting next to him. “Merlin, it’s like a hundred degrees in here.”

“‘M cold,” Sirius mumbled.

Remus looked at him sympathetically and brushed some of the hair stuck to Sirius’ face away. “Here,” he took a hair band off of his wrist and pulled all of Sirius’ hair into a bun for him.

Sirius hummed appreciatively and then raised an eyebrow, “Why do you have hair bands? Your hair is short.”

“For you, obviously. How’re you feeling?”

“Shit,” Sirius replied. “I’m so cold.”

Remus kissed his forehead and wrapped his arms around him. “Do you want something warm? Tea or soup or something?”

“I want cuddles first.”

Remus squeezed him tighter. “I’m sneaking into your room tonight,” he announced, “I’m not leaving you alone like this.”

Sirius’ stomach just gave a painful lurch and he gripped onto Remus and nuzzled into his neck. “How do you cope feeling like shit before and after every moon?”

Remus laughed lightly, “Well, you help, don’t you? And James and Peter. All of you... you carry my things or take extra notes and stuff.”

“Yeah... you’re still so strong, though.”

Remus chuckled at that, “Well, thank you, Padfoot. Wait here, I’m going to get you something to eat.”

“I think I’ll be sick if you do.”

“Just try something, please? It’ll help. Mrs Potter will probably make you anything you like, you’re the favourite child.”

Sirius smirked, “I keep telling James that to wind him up.”

“Me too.” Remus kissed his head again before standing and then doing a double take. “Is that my jumper?”

“It’s warm,” was the only explanation Sirius gave.

“You’re cute.” Sirius still felt awful but he let a smile spread across his face at that.

Remus returned a few minutes later with a tray. He handed Sirius the bowl of soup and set the mug of tea down next to Sirius. He also gave him a potion and shrugged when Sirius asked what it was. “Mrs Potter just told me to give it to you.”

Sirius trusted Euphemia enough to just drink it and see what happened, it wasn’t like he could feel much worse.

The potion actually spread some warmth throughout his body and he noticed some of the shivers and cold sweating subside almost immediately.

“Okay, eat up,” Remus said, holding out the spoon. The idea of eating still made Sirius’ stomach turn so he turned his head to the side. “Padfoot,” Remus sighed, “I will literally feed it to you.”

“No you won’t.”

He would, as it turned out. Remus gently cupped Sirius face and looked at him sternly until Sirius reluctantly opened his mouth and sipped at the soup. He hated to admit it but it made him him feel loads better.

Remus ended up feeding him the entire time and Sirius couldn’t help a little grin spreading across his face. “So spoilt,” Remus muttered, placing the empty bowl on the side. “Anything else, your majesty?”

“Can you get me some of your fluffy socks?”

Remus laughed and mocked exasperation but smiled at the fact that Sirius was acting a little more like himself. He quickly left and then returned, holding them out, “Or would you like me to put them on for you?”

“Sarcasm or a genuine offer.”

“You’re lucky I love you,” Remus grumbled, kneeling down and putting the socks on for him.

“I know,” Sirius replied.

“Anything else? Would you like the whole house magicked a little to the right?

Sirius stuck his tongue out, “Don’t tease me, I’m ill.”

Remus rolled his eyes and slipped into bed next to him. “Feeling better now you’ve eaten?”

“A bit. Yes, Moony, oh wise one, you were right.”

“I’m always right.”

“I know.”

“Hey,” Remus said, wrapping an arm around him, “after dinner we’re going to have a bonfire. You want to come out?”

“I think I’ll sleep. Maybe if I rest I’ll be better tomorrow.”

Remus kissed him sweetly, “I hope so. I should probably go back down... dinner will be soon.”

Sirius clung into him like a limpet, “Can you stay? Just until I drift off?”

Remus sighed but settled into the bed further, hooking a leg around him and kissing the back of his neck, “Just for like, ten minutes.”

James clambered you the stairs an hour later. Remus had gone to see if Sirius was awake and hadn’t returned since. He and Peter had just left him to it but dinner was being served and he was sure Remus would be annoyed if they let him miss a meal.

He pushed open Sirius’ bedroom door and froze. The two boys lay together, duvet kicked mostly off and limbs tangled tightly around each other, Remus’ lips against the back of Sirius’ neck.

With a small smile he pushed the door shut again and asked his mum to leave something aside for Remus, informing her he’d be down later.

He wasn’t going to ask Sirius or Remus about it. They’d tell him when they were ready.