#remus didn't have that until book seven

[forestdeath1]

I personally hate the take where Remus grew up fast and Sirius was forever an infantile child.

Sirius Black grew up before all the Marauders, just accept that.

Just because Remus was calmer and less prone to conflict and active behaviour doesn't say he matured quickly. Remus really only grew up the moment he returned to Tonks.

[mrstellmeafuckingsecret]

SIRIUS' BIRTHDAY WEEK !!!!!!!!! @lilacella's post btw x

day iv : what if harry grew up with sirius?

sirius and harry are kind of my roman empire. i think sirius likes the concept of kids - he's good with them, kids love him. he was ecstatic when lily and james announced they were expecting, he was like a third parent from day one (he made up for both sets of grandparents being dead), he was the only one who attended harry's christening.

sirius adored harry, and harry loved sirius. he would cry every time sirius handed him over to someone else, he never got tired around his godfather, padfoot was his first word.

i think if hagrid had given sirius harry, sirius would've sat down and used his brain. with harry, he had responsibility, he had to be smart and think shit through for his godson. without harry? he was just a twenty-one year old who'd lost everything - he didn't have a reason to not act on impulse. harry was taken care of, right? the one person he still had left?

had sirius had harry, someone from Before, he would've gone to dumbledore, moody, remus - anyone. he would've told them everything, he would've chased peter down, yes, of course, but he would be less careless about it. he would have a reason to be.

and, god, harry would grow up so, so loved. he would have sirius - he would have remus, maybe, he would have sirius' friends, he would go on playdates, he would have had a big room and posters and made big messes in the kitchen at 3am and he would know his parents. he would know everything there was to know about them, he would've had every letter they'd written, every picture they were in. he wouldve visited their graves and their home, and their homes before that and he would ask a hundred questions and sirius would give two hundred answers.

every card harry makes, sirius has them kept in a drawer. when harry's in hogwarts, he writes twice a week to the point where sirius himself suggests that he reach out, make some friends. (he's reminded of james, who spent the first month writing to his parents obsessively till he finally got used to going to sleep without a dinner-in-bed. he doesn't mention it until harry asks why he's gone quiet.)

i dont know how the order of the seven books would have gone. i think sirius would still sacrifice himself. i think sirius would still die in the end of ootp. i think harry would still need his parents.

[brandileigh2003]

[#FFF255 prompt In the Heart] @flashfictionfridayofficial

CW: major character death, hospitals

Ship: remus lupin/sirius black

Words: 996

Feel free to give kudos on AO3 if you want ❤️❤️

“Sirius?” Remus croaked.

“Remus? Are really awake this time?” Sirius asked, pressing the button for the mediwitch. He glanced up at the spell displaying Remus' heart rate and grimaced. He didn't like what he saw.

“Yeah, think so. What's happening?” Remus said, attempting to sit-up but failing.

“Remus, they discovered what's wrong. There's a hole…” Sirius blinked back tears, trying to compose himself. “It's in the heart.”

He'd had nearly three weeks to try to process this. Three weeks in mungos after that horrible full moon. Moony had barely howled, the only time he’d gotten up was to sniff Padfoot and nudge him to curl up together. After the change back, Sirius thought he would lose Remus. Never get to see his beautiful eyes again, never get to hear his voice again or tell him he loves him. But he got his heart started and to the hospital, lips blue and face pale. Then he'd not fully woken up until today.

“Don't cry, cariad. Come here,” Remus said, patting the bed.

Sirius gingerly sat down and buried his face in his neck. He wasn't sure how long he cried. He knew that the mediwitch and healer both came in; he could feel the vibrations of Remus talking to them but he had no idea what was said.

Eventually, the world slowly started to come back into focus. He felt Remus playing with his hair, the gentle rise and fall of his chest, and the sound of his heart beating in his chest. The very heart that was going to take his husband from him in all likelihood within the next seven days.

“We were supposed to have more time,” Sirius said when he finally sat up.

“Sirius, my love, we've had more time than we ever imagined,” Remus said.

And while that was true, it really didn't make any of this any better. They were 63, and the average lifespan for those with lycanthropy was about 45, and that number was lower for those bitten as children. And they had made the most of their time. They discovered the horcruxes through kreature, forced Dumbledore to give over what he knew, and worked through a way to deal with the one inside of Harry. Harry had helped clear Sirius’ name and they settled in a cottage in the countryside, a room set up for Harry. They'd gotten married, traveled, worked to make wolfsbane accessible and advocated for changes in the laws associated with lycanthropy.

And this wasn't a surprise, not really. Remus was wheelchair bound, he had potions for multiple organs that just couldn't keep up with the years of transformations. Moony had grown weaker right along with Remus and it was heartbreaking to see.

Remus had given up pieces of himself, his pride and independence. They'd had fights about Remus wanting Sirius to be able to have more time to himself, instead of constantly have to take care of Remus. Sirius was happy to do it but after lots of therapy and learning to communicate and compromise, they had hired someone to come in and help with the house and with Remus’ medical care. Sirius had a hard time giving over that control, but it gave Remus peace of mind.

“Sirius? Can we go home? I don't want my last days to be here,” Remus asked later that evening. Sirius had been reading to him, something that they often did, and he dropped the book.

It felt like ice had flooded his veins and then stabbed him right in his heart. Maybe they were connected now? If Remus’ stops, so will his? He almost wished that it would, but he thought of Harry and their family, and knew that no matter how much it would hurt, he couldn't truly hope for it. Although how he would go on without the man who was his other half, he had no idea.

“Yeah, Moony. Let's wait until tomorrow okay?” Sirius knew that the healer who would be on in the morning would be kind, and give Remus whatever he might need instead of being prejudiced and sending them on their way with nothing. Sirius could get them what they needed, he would do anything for Remus, but it was easier with the hospital’s help.

Sirius didn't sleep that night, watching over Remus, and he barely did the next 6 days either. Remus was much more comfortable at home, and people were in and out visiting all of the time. Everyone knew what was happening, and they had tearful conversations of course, but they tried to keep it upbeat.

Remus got weaker but he seemed at peace. He slept more and more until the morning of the full moon, when he actually was able to get up by himself and the blueish tint from his lips, fingers and toes had disappeared. Sirius hoped so much for a miracle but it was also a known thing that could happen to those who are dying. A sudden burst of energy which unfortunately usually didn't last very long. Remus danced with Sirius to their wedding song, knowing Sirius loved to dance but Remus was horrible. After that it was late afternoon and Remus convinced Sirius that he wanted to make love. Sirius was nervous, he didn't want to do anything to stress his heart, but he also knew it was a matter of time, and he wanted to give Remus everything he could ask for.

After, they lay together until it was time to go to their safe room. Remus wasn't able to take the wolfsbane this time around and they were both a little sad about it. But it turned out it wasn't needed, because minutes before moonrise, Remus looked into his eyes and said: “I'll see you in our next lifetime okay? I love you.”

Before Sirius could respond, Remus went slack in his arms and for the first time since he was four, stayed human beneath a full moon.

[siriusblack-the-third]

Headcanons for Sirius black?

YES YOU CAN HAVE THEM

Smart. Like, really fucking smart.

Has silver eyes. Not grey. It's the brightest hue of silver you have ever seen, and he has this habit of staring straight into your eyes that makes him absolutely terrifying.

Intimidating as fuck. He's six foot four and built like a fucking tank, and has the most intense Resting Bitch Face™ ever. People literally scramble to get out of his way when he's walking down a corridor.

French. I know I've posted about Indian Black Family, but I have a soft spot for French Sirius.

Has the best poker face ever. The only time you will see him fazed is when James is hurt, insulted, or in danger. The whole school learnt very quickly (as early as the marauders' second year, in fact) that going after James is a Bad Idea™. Sirius could and would kill them slowly and painfully if they dared.

Gets annoyed easily, but almost never gets angry. He's scared of his own anger, because it's so similar to his mother, and the only times he has ever gotten truly angry was once when he saw Regulus being tortured by Walburga and the second time at Peter on the Samhain of 1981.

The exact opposite of reckless. Contrary to popular belief, he hates jumping into situations before thinking shit through, and has stopped James from making impulsive decisions way too many times to count. Even when people think he's being reckless, he knows exactly what the fuck he's doing, what the consequences are going to be, and how to deal with said consequences.

Wears black and emerald green the most, but also likes sea/sapphire blue shades. Surprisingly, he hates wearing red, because the colour reminds him of the deep red velvet drapes and cushions in Walburga's room.

Plays the violin, and enjoys it. He's good at it, too. At Hogwarts, people will form a silent gathering in the common room to listen to him as he plays in his empty dorm. It's become a thing. Everyone thinks Sirius doesn't know,but James told him the first time it happened. Sometimes, he plays on the first day of school after the summer, winter or Easter holidays, as a form of comfort to the children who don't really feel at home in their own houses.

Absurdly competent. He's outstanding at everything, even if he doesn't work at it— one of those people who don't need to work to get excellent results. James is the same, and it annoys the fuck out of Remus and Peter, but they help everyone out with schoolwork a lot so nobody actually has too many negative feelings about it (ahem- except for one Severus Snape)

N E R D. Seriously. Will talk nerdy shit with James for hours on end, because both of them are Nerds™. I will die on the hill of Nerd!Sirius Black, and your opinion is invalid if it's not the same as mine bc my opinion is actually canon I don't make the rules.

Long, wavy hair. He had short hair up until the end of fourth year, but then puberty hit and he realised long hair went better with his developing features. Makes him look so much like his grandfather that he has been mistaken for Arcturus several times.

School heartthrob, but didn't actually date anyone/have sex with anyone in school. He found out he was on the ace spectrum in fifth year because asked James to kiss him. He liked it, but the thought of going further didn't excite him like he thought it would. So he asked Marlene, and the outcome was the same.

Biromantic. Sex positive asexual.

No man at Hogwarts is straight, simply because of him. He's ridiculously handsome, and has people fawning over him and falling over these to get into his good books. Unfortunately for them, Sirius knows the names of like seven people out of the four thousand students that attend Hogwarts during his school career, and can't be bothered to remember the names or features of the rest of them.

Rude but polite, if ykwim? Gets called mean a lot, but argues that rudeness is not the same as mean. Rude is when you can't be bothered with pleasantries, he says, and mean is when you're cruel just for the sake of being cruel.

Him not being mean does not negate the fact that his cruel streak is wider and deeper than the Grand motherfucking Canyon. He has a particular talent for weeding out your insecurities, and will not hesitate to use them against you if you piss him off too much.

Prefers verbal sparring rather than a duel, but any fight he gets into, he wins. He has both intelligent quips and powerful magic up his sleeves and he will use them to his advantage if need be.

Absolutely loves mint dark chocolate, for some odd fucking reason. James and Peter always give him shit for it, and he always laughs in their faces before taking an even bigger bite out of the bar.

Nobody knows how many languages he speaks. So far, people have heard him speak English, French, Ancient Greek, Old Norse, Gaelic, Latin and Italian. James gets asked the question "how many languages does your best mate speak?" and he breaks into silly giggles. Refuses to tell the answer, says he likes to keep people on their toes. (Sirius speaks nine languages.)

Wears eyeliner sometimes. It's bold and winged and perfectly done, and has caused multiple fainting incidents because of the way it makes his silver eyes stand out even more than they already do. He says it makes him feel powerful when his eyeliner is perfect, and James answers that he is more than powerful enough, he doesn't need any more.

[mrsfrecklesmarauders]

Party for Moony. Part 1.

Sirius remembered Remus's eleventh birthday. Sirius remembered the delicious chocolate cake his mum had prepared. Sirius remembered the books his dad had given him which made him happy. Sirius remembered the birthday song, the laughter, Remus's bright smile as he blew the candles.

It hadn't been a huge party or celebration. Remus didn't have more relatives. He didn't have friends at school. But it had been filled with love. Sirius had been surprised with the amount of hugs and kisses Remus had received from his parents. It was a shame Sirius had been the only one to witness it.

"Thank you for coming, Sirius. It was a nice birthday"

"Yeah! I hope you liked my card, Rosie" Of course, Remus was Rosie then. Sirius scratched his head in embarrassment "I didn't have money for a present. I'm a kid"

That made Remus laugh.

"I loved it!" To Sirius’s surprise, he received a kiss on the cheek "Best birthday ever"

Sirius remembered the details so well. But it was stupid that he didn't remember the date. It was until they were talking about Rugby and some match that was going to happen around March, that Remus mentioned it was his birthday. Sirius felt stupid to forget. He used to be Remus's best friend. And now he had missed five birthdays. He felt shitty about it.

"Of course! The beginning of March, right?" Sirius guessed.

"The 10th, yeah" Remus gave him a soft smile over his book.

"Cool! Are you a March child?" James commented with excitement "Me too! Mine's the 27th"

They hit palms. Then the subject was dropped. But Sirius couldn't stop thinking about it. It was mid February already. They had to plan something.

"We have to do something for Remus's birthday" Sirius told his friends at the dorm while Remus was studying with Lily.

"Yeah sure" James answered as he was typing on his laptop "We'll make a party in the Common Room"

He sounded like he didn't care. But Sirius had the urge to do something special. Make up for being a shitty friend and disappearing from Remus's life.

"It has to be something more special than a shitty party in the Common Room" Sirius groaned irritably. James and Peter looked at him.

"Watch it, Potter" Peter joked "Remus is winning your place as Sirius’s best friend"

"Shut up, Wormtail" James threw a pillow at him "I will always be Sirius’s best friend, right?"

"Yeah" Sirius didn't pay attention though. He was thinking of what could Remus enjoy. "It has to be something big" he added without noticing how James rolled his eyes "For what he told me, he hadn't had many friends. Or birthday parties. We have to party hard!"

"Yeah!" Peter beamed with the word party because he appreciated everything that sounded cool.

"Do you remember when we made that huge party at the beginning of fifth year? That even seven years wanted to come?" Sirius asked with a smile.

"Oh! That was wicked" Peter nodded.

James didn't look so happy.

"We should do something big again!" Sirius exclaimed "Invite the whole school!"

Peter beamed but James didn't. "Prongsie?"

"All of that for Lupin and not your best friend?" he murmured under his breath.

"What?"

"Yeah yeah!" he said louder "Sounds cool"

Sirius knew his best friend very well and he knew he was jealous. It was comical.

"Since Prongsie, our magesty, has also his birthday on March" he smiled as he sat on James's bed "We can make a joint party!"

James looked up at him with a pout. "You remember about me as well?"

Sirius giggled "Don't be an idiot, Potter" he said "It's just that Remus had never had a birthday party"

"Never?" Peter asked with surprise.

Sirius shook his head. "Well, he used to have dinner with his parents. But his mum is dead. And his dad is not here. We are his friends now. We should make him feel special"

James and Peter looked pitiful.

"Prongs, you've had plenty of parties, haven't you?" Sirius asked "And your parents will probably come to Hogsmeade for the weekend like every year... Remus will be all alone..."

James sighed "Fine, you are right"

"Plus, you said Remus was one of us now, didn't you?" Sirius asked with a smile "He is supposedly a Marauder now, isn't he?"

Sirius and Peter looked at their friend for a confirmation. James was unconsciously the one who said the last words when it came to Marauders business. And yes, they had told Remus over Christmas that he was one of them. They made him sign the Marauders' Code and all. They baptized him as Moony. They hadn't accepted anyone in their group before. But Remus was different. He was easily liked by all the boys.

James's mouth twisted in a smile. "Yeah of course he is one of us"

That made Sirius smile. He felt Remus was meant to be a Marauder.

"Huge Marauder fuckery then" Peter commented with hands on his hips "It is a sign that Remus and Prongs share birthday month. We can make March our annual time for a party chaos"

"We can make it a tradition" Sirius agreed. Then looking at James again for confirmation.

"Sure" James sighed with a slight smile "Sounds good"

"I also have an idea" Sirius added now that the three boys were sat at James's bed "Remember when we talked to Remus about his business?"

"He owns a business?" Peter asked clueless. Sirius hit his head.

"I'm talking about him being trans!"

"Oh yeah" Peter nodded embarrassed while his friends giggled.

"What does that have to do with his birthday?" James asked.

"I was thinking about presents and what he would like.." Sirius explained "A book? A sweater? Some chocolate?..." he shook his head "And then it hit me!" he smirked "He would like money for his surgery"

"To remove his boobs?" Peter asked making the others chuckle.

"Yes, Wormy. To remove his boobs"

"I don't think you can say boobs, though mate" James suggested.

"Tits?"

James shook his head.

"Melons?"

Sirius sighed as James started laughing "Melons?"

Peter shrugged "I don't know"

"How about chest?" Sirius intervened.

"That sounds better!" Peter exclaimed as Sirius ruffled his hair.

"Carry on, Padfoot" James tutted.

"With what?"

"You had an idea..."

"Oh yeah! Bloody Pettigrew distracted me..." Sirius rolled his eyes "I think we should take the advantage of the party, charge for the entrance or something and gather the money for Remus's surgery"

"Do you think people are going to pay for a party?"

"This school is full of rich wankers that would do anything to have a good time" Sirius explained "Plus, this would not be a common party. We have to make it more interesting, worth paying for" Sirius smiled at the end because he was excited about his own idea. He could picture Remus's smiley face already.

"I would pay for that" Peter commented.

"Good thing you have a free pass" Sirius answered.

"Yeah? How come?"

Sirius pursed his lips "You'll be one of the organizers" then bam, another hit on Peter's head. Then Sirius turned to James.

"Prongs?"

James was looking at Sirius in a strange way. It was a mixture of anger and jealousy, but also pride. James was the good bloke that went around helping others. Not Sirius. He was the hero. Not Sirius. He had ideas to cheer his friends up, not Sirius.

"You really like him, don't you?" James said calmy. As if he was accepting the idea. James was easygoing, good to make friends besides the Marauders. Not Sirius. But Remus was different. He was Sirius’s. In the way he was his friend first. In the way that he discovered how cool Remus was. In the way that Sirius could be liked by other people besides James. He was popular for being a Black and for being James Potter's best friend. But Remus was someone that proved Sirius could be liked for himself. And Sirius liked that.

Now, he blushed. James made birthdays a big deal for The Marauders. Not Sirius. The fact that Sirius cared this much about Remus's was weird.

He must've really liked Remus. And of course, Remus (Rosie back then) was the hype of his childhood. But Sirius was not a kid anymore. So this embarrassed him as a teenager.

Sirius shrugged "I like to do stuff for my friends" he blushed more.

James didn't tease him for blushing. He just pulled him closer to give him a kiss on his head.

"Remus is a Marauder. One of us" James said to his friends "So we have the mission to make him have the best birthday of his life"

When Sirius saw him smiling, he loved James more. He was really lucky to have him. And Remus would to.

"For Moony" he extended his hand in the middle of them. Moony had been his nickname for Remus since always. But now he didn't mind his friends using it as well.

"For Moony" James added immediately, doing the same.

"For Super Moony" Peter added last with a huge smile.

They all laughed and excitedly began planning everything before telling Remus the news.

[vinylfoxbooks]

Unbeknownst to most of his friends--bar Pete, Marlene, and Remus from one particularly bad day--James has the ability to draw. He's been drawing since he was young because it was the his best means of communication for the first seven or so years of life; his handwriting wasn't the most legible and he didn't start talking until he was about 8. His first words were a quiet 'Happy Birthday Marl,' which she still holds over Pete's head to this day--it's also where the nickname 'Marls' comes from since he couldn't pronounce her full name. Then, even after he could talk,w rods would become so overwhelming to him that he would shut down and have to pull out a pencil and paper.

He's gotten quite good at drawing due to that and now does it more for recreation than for necessity--not to say he doesn't still go nonverbal, but he writes more than draws now. Usually, he draws his friends or teachers but now he's got a nearly full sketchbook of his best friend's brother, long-term crush, and amazing artist Regulus Black.

It's his ultimate fear that either Sirius or Regulus himself--he's been spending a lot more time with the Gryffindors since him and Sirius' relationship started improving--will find the sketchbook somehow despite it always being on his body or in his trunk.

And his worst fear does come true when he heads up to his dorm and Regulus is sat on Sirius' bed with a familiar leather-bound book in his hands, eyes wide and jaw slack.

"Where did you find that?" James asks, hesitantly stepping into the room.

Regulus flips another page and lightly runs his fingers over the graphite drawing, "It was on Sirius' bed. Is this yours?" James swallows and nods, an apology for being creepy on his tongue, but Regulus beats him to it, "It's beautiful... I've never looked so lovely. Thank you, James."

[anxiousgaypanicking]

What You Need

Synopsis: Two days without eating and three without sleeping sounded like the normal schedule for college student Logan Berry. He’s in class all day and works all night just to barely pay off his rent every month. Constant bills leave little room for bare necessities, and it’s clear that his current lifestyle is very damaging. While looking for solutions, he comes across one that seems… mediocre at best, but he’s desperate. What is this solution? A sugar daddy.

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Part Seven

Masterlist

"Wake up, kitten," Janus coos, hands shaking Logan's body. Logan groans at the feeling, swatting Janus's hands away, before he turns over on the floor. 

He'd sacrificed his lackluster bed for Janus's comfort; the latter had been staying with Logan for a while, the two of them keeping each other company. There'd been little talk of the twins; they were more preoccupied asking each other odd questions and poking around the other's life out of sheer curiosity. 

"C'mon, kitten,"  Janus ushers, with more bite this time, "you can't stay asleep forever. Especially because you have somebody on the way." 

At this Logan perks up, grabbing his glasses from nearby and pushing himself to sit up, where he sees Janus waving his phone at him. A very clear message from Remus reads 'good morning kitten,' and Logan flushes as he pieces together why Janus was calling him such. 

"Janus! That's a complete invasion of privacy!" Logan exclaims, as he lunges forward in a desperate attempt to grab his phone. Janus holds it up and just barely out of reach. 

Janus cackles as Logan struggles to snatch it back, though Janus just pulls his arm away in response, teasingly waving the phone back and forth. 

"It's not my fault," Janus huffs, placing his other hand on his heart as though he's but a victim to be sympathized with. "If you don't want someone to read your messages, then you should put a password on your phone." 

Despite his words, he's grinning wide, and Logan frowns at Janus's solid point. 

Logan's never had much of a reason to have a password on his phone. He was never around people that would snoop. Not until now, apparently. 

Finally, with another laugh, Janus slowly lowers Logan's phone down and allows the latter to swipe it, musing to himself as Logan quickly reads over the texts, cheeks growing pink as they travel down the screen. 

Aside from the rather flustering good morning message, there's a second typical one that includes Remus begging him to come over, even though such a thing should have been assumed considering Logan's been coming over every weekend, sticking to the agreed-upon schedule he and Remus made on a whim. And every weekend Remus has fawned over the collar Logan's kept on, letting Remus choke him with it and mark him up around it. 

He really only takes it off to go to class. 

"I didn't look farther than those messages," Janus explains, as he pushes himself to stand. He grabs some of Logan's clothes from the small pile Logan has, and takes his time looking over the shirts, before settling on one. He casually takes his own shirt off, tossing it onto the floor and slides one of Logan's on. They're nearly the same height, and essentially the same size, with Janus being a little more average (while Logan was deathly thin). "Your phone kept lighting up, and it was bothersome." 

He pushes his hands above his head, stretching dramatically, before cracking his neck and grinning at the plethora of pops. 

Logan scoffs in response. It's more playful than genuine, as he know by now that even if Janus did read farther, he wouldn't be judged. At least, not outwardly. The teasing is just a little embarrassing. 

"That's not justification for betraying my trust," Logan huffs, which has Janus sticking his forked tongue out at Logan, before promptly moving on. 

"I was planning on going over there to spend some time with Roman today, so I'll drive you over there," Janus states, scratching at his stomach. "Take your time getting ready; we can leave whenever, but you know how Remus is. It's probably best to not keep someone so impatient waiting." Janus bends down to pinch Logan's cheek playfully, wiggling his face back and forth. "You want to be a good kitten for him, after all." 

Logan hits Janus's hand away, and frowns at him as Janus leaves the room, taking his time getting dressed and grooming himself before he heads into the small kitchen, where he sees Janus eating handfuls of cereal out of a box. He's sitting on top of the counter. 

"You should really get some more food," Janus comments, as he shovels more of the bland breakfast into his mouth. 

Logan bites his inner cheek. "I should." 

"You have so little for someone who has a bedside-drawer full of cash." 

Hands rubbing against each other, Logan looks a little uncomfortable. "I feel weird spending that money. I know it's mine, and I know I've technically worked for it, but being given so much of it at once feels weird. I feel strange even giving that money up for rent." 

Janus stares at him, before looking a little wistful. "I used to feel that way." He sets the box to the side after wrapping up the plastic bag inside, either content with the amount he's eaten or too distracted to think about eating any more.

Logan moves closer to him, raising an eyebrow. "What helped you get over it?"

"My materialistic tendencies," Jannus jokes, but upon receiving an unamused look from Logan, Janus sighs, and answers honestly. "Necessity. I was dying when I met Roman. I lived in a dinky little apartment just like this, with a window that wouldn't shut all the way and mold growing behind the fridge that didn't work. I'd go days without eating, and inhaling the tainted air was making me sick." 

Janus shifts his position, looking weirdly vulnerable. "This position was recommended to me by an old friend. Someone who used to work with Roman previously. They said they found a different job - an internship that would lead them somewhere they wanted to go - and that they knew I needed money." Janus touches the side of his face, rubbing his fingers over his discoloured skin. "I thought Roman wouldn't want me. Surely, men that rich would be picky, right?" 

"Thin and with vitiligo. Disheveled. A mess." Janus scoffs. "If Roman were smarter, I'm sure he would have seen me as someone easy to take advantage of, and I was fully prepared for that. To enforce boundaries, and to brace myself for the rejection that would come with my unwillingness to do horrific sexual acts." 

"And yet..." Janus trails off, staring at the cereal box, before turning back to Logan, who's staring at him with wide eyes. It makes Janus's eyes widen himself as he realizes he's veered off topic, and he laughs awkwardly as he shakes his head. 

"Sorry, it seems I got a bit off topic." Janus waves his hand back and forth, before settling back into his original thought. "The short answer as to how I got over it was the fact I was hungry, and I couldn't eat the money that was laying around, doing nothing. And when you spend a lot on food, you get more comfortable spending a lot in general." Janus flashes his own sparkly phone at Logan to get his point across, smiling proudly. "Plus, Roman would encourage me to spoil myself a little bit, and would crack open his wallet to allow me to do so. And it'd be rude to say no to an offer like that." 

It's meant to be interpreted as a joke, but Logan can tell that it stands as a true statement. 

"Maybe ask Remus to take you shopping some time," Janus suggests, as he grabs the box of cereal and tucks it back into the cabinet behind him. "Or ask Roman," Janus winks, "if you want to double your haul." 

"If you're going to advertise Roman so openly, you should at least be getting paid," Logan jokes, making Janus snort at the irony. He hops off Logan's counter, pulling on the latter's collar as he struts by him, making Logan choke and then huff as he stomps after Janus, playfully embarrassed. 

"It's cute you sleep in that," Janus teases, as they make their way out of the apartment. "Does Remus know?" 

Logan's surprisingly loose around Janus. Of course, they can bond over their... profession, but they have a lot more than that in common, too. 

Like apparently their backgrounds. Knowing now that Janus was living in poverty before finding Roman makes Logan feel a lot less embarrassed about his empty fridge, or a leash being hooked to his collar for a couple stacks of cash. 

"I'm sure he assumes," Logan replies, humming. "I typically have it on whenever he comes over, or when I go over there."

As they make their way outside, Logan's suddenly a lot more rigid and red as he thinks about his collar and leash, now fully focused on them thanks to Janus's little playful motion. Every weekend he'd gone over, Remus had been eager to choke his slender neck with the thick leash. He also fawned over the collar and it's entirety, constantly babbling about how cute Logan looks in it. Like a puppy! 

Or a kitten. 

It makes Logan tremble in anticipation as he imagines what they'll be doing today. Surely using the leash, right? 

Janus, being the gentleman he is, opens the passenger door for Logan, uttering "you should really have Remus get you a car, too," before he hops into the driver's side. Logan rolls his eyes as he gets in, fiddling with the accessory around his neck. 

"I assume you have plans with Roman," Logan begins, awkwardly, as he buckles in. Janus starts the car. "What are they?" 

Janus checks his blind spot, before backing the car up. "He wants to take me out to dinner. It's his favourite non-sensual activity. Usually." 

"Usually?" 

Janus looks over at Logan and grins. "Well, yeah. Usually, it's an innocent, pleasant evening, with nice food and red wine. But other times, Roman's calloused hand drags a little further up my thigh than what'd be deemed proper in an establishment like that, and he gives me the gentlest smile while playing rough with my body." He tells Logan all about his romantic evenings with Roman with dramatic intonation, as though he's reciting a simple story. 

And Logan's reactions are more than amusing, going red, looking away, fidgeting, until finally, as Janus begins to describe what goes on when they get back to the car, Logan finally tells Janus to stop talking, voice cracking with second-hand embarrassment brought on by his friend's casualty, and the mental image of Roman naked. 

After that, the ride is mostly quiet. 

Not in an uncomfortable way; it's more so just Logan being flustered into silence due to still being a bit unused to conversations like this. Even though he's been seeing Remus for a couple months now, it doesn't mean he's gotten more comfortable discussing such blatantly sexual things aloud. Especially with his newfound friend. 

Though, now that he and Janus casually hangout, they do bring up their respective daddies quite often. 

It was a previously embarrassing topic, but Janus was forward about Roman and what he's like, so Logan attempted to meet his level of openness in regards to Remus, and soon, most conversations about the twins were surprisingly lighthearted. 

Besides, sitting in the quiet was something both of them quite like. Neither of them find it tense or anything; just comfortable. 

It's a short drive, and once they pull up to the mansion, the gates open for Janus's car, and he heads up the driveway. A servant opens Janus's door for him, and another opens Logan, and both of them politely thank the persons before heading inside. 

And almost immediately, that comforting silence is disrupted. 

As soon as the door is opened, both of them are overwhelmed by a very loud, dramatic cry of Logan's name, before there's a blur rushing towards him, and Logan's being swept up by Remus. Remus is squeezing Logan hard enough for Janus to mutter a comment about Logan looking like one of those eye-popping keychains, which makes Remus laugh as he kisses the side of Logan's face. 

Finally, after an utterance of "Remus... can't.... breathe-" from Logan's mouth, he's dropped back to the floor, Remus smiling wide. 

Logan bends over to catch his breath, panting hard, while Janus snorts. 

"You almost killed him," he jokes, looking between Logan's struggling frame and Remus's happy vibrations, as he rocks on his feet excitedly.

"I can't help it!" Remus responds, before reaching forward to grab Logan's face, squishing his cheeks. "He's just so cute!" He kisses the bridge of Logan's nose, before actually addressing Logan now, stating "I've missed you so much." 

Logan smiles, but is quick to point out "you literally saw me last weekend. You've seen me every weekend." Not to mention the fact that they text at least once a day, usually due to Remus suddenly asking a random, insignificant question out of nowhere, and a conversation spiraling regarding Logan's answer. 

Remus just rolls his eyes at Logan's logic though, and moves his hands from Logan's face to his hips, pushing Logan back against the door they just walked through. His lips are quick to press against Logan's, kissing him intensely and effortlessly sliding his tongue past Logan's lips as though doing so is a daily routine. 

Sloppily, Remus sucks on Logan's tongue, dramatically moaning, before pulling away briefly to pant like an excited puppy. 

Logan is extremely red, but it makes his chest feel warm that Remus obsesses over him this much. It's nice enough to almost let himself melt into it and let Remus do whatever he wants with him right then and there, until Roman clears his throat, causing Logan to push Remus away and hide his face in embarrassment. 

Backing up to give Logan some space, Remus grins over at Roman - who's approached the group in a very flashy suit and tie - and Janus, who looks incredibly amused. 

"Ahem," Roman clears his throat, looking between Logan and Remus, as Logan very slowly peels his hands away from his eyes. "Excuse me. The two of you might want to just suck face all day, and honestly that's fine with me, but preferably do it somewhere that doesn't block the door." Roman waves at Remus to shoo him back, as he leans over to Janus and whispers something in his ear, making Janus nod and head off away from the group. 

"My precious baby boy and I have dinner plans." Roman watches Janus leave with a smile, before crossing his arms over his chest, regarding the other two with arrogant playfulness.

"Dinner? It's still early," Logan states, as he watches Roman and Remus stare at each other. "When Janus said you guys were going to dinner, I assumed it'd be later." 

"The perfect time to go out to dinner is about four," Roman responds, dismissively. "And the place we're going to is about an hour away." 

"What is it?" 

Roman raises an eyebrow. "Hibachi. Since they'll be cooking in front of us, we'll be there a while, steadily eating foods as they're made. And I had plans to take him out to dessert, too, after we're done."  

Remus hums, hands patting against his sides, before he suddenly smiles. "I've got an idea! Why don't Logan and I join you and Janus for dinner tonight!" Remus slings his arm over Roman's shoulder, pulling him close and rocking him slightly. "My kitten needs something in that cute little tummy of his, anyway." 

Seeing them shoulder to shoulder, Logan can't help but notice they look remarkably different. They have the same face shape, the same nose, the same lips. But Remus's hair is a darker shade of brown, and his facial hair makes his face look differently structured. And they have completely different body types. 

They're both tall, sure, but Roman's muscular. He's soft and chubby when relaxed, and rather toned when he's flexing. He's also well groomed, and the hair on his arms (and Logan can assume the rest of his body hair) is a lighter brown, blending in surprisingly well with his tanner skin. 

While Remus's darker hair stands out against his paler skin. Having also seen Remus naked, Logan knows he's rather hairy in general. 

Honestly, if he wasn't told they were twins, he probably wouldn't have guessed they were related. 

"Wow," Roman huffs, setting an offended hand on his chest. "Inviting yourself along on our date? Stop being such a third wheel." Roman pushes Remus off of him, sending him stumbling. But Remus laughs, having gotten his answer from that response. He knows his brother well enough to know that if Roman genuinely didn't want him to come, he would have gotten a blunt no. "What's next, you're going to invite yourself in on our sex too?" 

"It's not like I haven't before," Remus replies, with a wink towards behind Roman, where Janus's slender frame reappears, now dressed in a suit similar to Janus's, sans tie. He looks a bit stiff, but pulls it off well. 

Roman's cheeks go pink, but he scrunches his face up at Remus's words, before turning to Janus. 

"They want to third wheel," Roman whines, wrapping his arms around Janus's waist and pulling Janus's back against his chest. 

"Logan would come too," Remus replies, rolling his eyes, "so technically it'd be more like a double date." He wraps his arm around Logan's waist, squeezing him and pulling him away from the door. He leans over, as though he's going to kiss Logan's cheek, but licks it instead, making Logan gasp before wiping at his cheek, pushing away from Remus with a lighthearted "Remus, seriously?" 

Roman ignores them, lips hovering above Janus's ear. "It's up to you," he says softly, and Janus has to repress a shiver. 

"I'm okay with it," he says, shrugging, and pulling away from Roman. Roman's arms hesitantly fall, but he keeps a hand lingering on the small of Janus's back. "Just hurry up. I hate long drives; I'd rather we get going as soon as possible."

"You heard him," Roman says, nodding towards Logan and Remus. "Be quick. Ten minutes, and we're leaving." 

"Understood!" Remus is quick to sweep Logan off of his feet, carrying him bridal-style as he runs past the other two, bounding up the stairs, resulting in Logan's arms tightly wrapping around Remus's neck, squeezing worriedly. Remus is so fast that Logan's scared he'll be thrown across the hallway if Remus were to trip, but luckily, that theory's never tested. 

They reach Remus's room quickly, and the doors kicked shut behind them as Logan's tossed onto the soft bed. 

"Was that really necessary?" Logan asks, as he pushes himself to sit up, watching as Remus fusses through the crumpled clothes in his closet. "I'm sure Roman wasn't being serious." 

"I wouldn't put abandoning us past him," Remus replies, jokingly, as Logan suddenly hears the rustling of a garment bag, followed by Remus pulling it out of the closet with a grin. Inside, is a nicely pressed, navy blue suit, with a matching blue tie. It looks way to small to be Remus's. 

Remus, more slowly this time, moves towards Logan as he holds the suit out, avoiding eye contact. "It's for you," Remus states, as though that wasn't obvious. "I've been hoping to take you out to dinner sometime; this was just the perfect opportunity." 

Logan stammers as he stares at it, the bag being passed into his hands. He has many questions he'd like to ask, but the first one that comes out of his mouth is "how do you know my size?" 

Chuckling, Remus sits next to Logan, kissing his head. "You leave a lot of clothes over here," he responds, playfully. "Mostly because I send you home wearing my stuff." 

That was true. A majority of the clothes Logan has at his house are actually Remus's. Giant hoodies and baggy sweatpants, and some shorts that are tight on Remus and long on Logan. But with all of those, it surely means that their counterparts belonging to Logan are strewn somewhere in Remus's large closet. 

Logan's touched by the action, as his fingers trail over the garment bag. 

Such a gift must have been extremely expensive; it is an extremely nice suit. And it's incredibly generous of Remus to go out of his way to get one that fit Logan perfectly for the sole reason of wanting to take him out on a nice date. 

But... Logan's clothes aren't exactly nice. Despite his thin stature, a lot of his clothes were bought by his parents and moved over when he found an apartment. That means any growth spurts he hit afterwards were unaccounted for, and now a lot of his clothes aren't long enough for his body. Does... does that mean the suit might be a little too tight? He'd hate to waste Remus's money if that's the case. 

"Wow... thank you," Logan breathes, before clearing his throat. He can't even feel the fabric yet, but he already knows that the suit in his hands is a very nice material, but what else could he expect? 

His fingers fiddle with the zipper on the garment bag, before he glances up towards where Remus is standing over him, smiling at Logan's visible admiration. Logan flushes. 

"Could you maybe turn around?" Logan asks, cringing at the way his voice cracks. "So I can get dressed?" 

Immediately, Remus snorts, before full on laughing, grabbing Logan by the chin and gently wiggling his face back and forth. "Pfft- seriously, Logan? I've seen you naked plenty of times, and you've been depriving me lately! I'd love to have a private little strip show." 

His response makes Logan feel a bit stupid for not thinking about that. Usually, Remus strips him; he just didn't process him stripping himself as something equally as intimate. Mostly because he's so used to getting dressed in private. 

Upon no immediate response, Remus gently cups Logan's face. "Of course, you don't have to if you're uncomfortable. I'll actually turn around if you want me to." 

"No- no. It's okay." Logan laughs a little bit, trying to shrug away the weird bout of nervousness seemingly overwhelming his body. "You can't stay completely focused on me though; you still have to get dressed too, remember?" Logan fully pulls the suit out of the bag, standing as he lays it against the bed and gently spreading it out piece by piece. "We only have ten minutes." 

He smiles as he feels Remus's eyes on him, though his face burns as he pulls his shirt over his head, and his pants down his thighs. 

Remus's hands grope Logan's thighs, before trailing up his chest, just feeling. Nothing more, though Logan can tell that Remus is itching to go further. Unfortunately, they have a time limit, and after a few seconds of touching, Remus pulls away. 

It makes Logan pout a bit, missing Remus's warmth the moment it's gone. He admittedly likes the hungry and obsessive way that Remus regards his nude body, and he could only imagine Remus's eyes eating his seminude body up the same way, though his boxers prevented any complete viewings of what Remus outwardly proclaims are his favourite parts of Logan. 

But the touches and the looks do a lot to Logan, and he finds himself having to actively repress his arousal. He'll suffer is he has to sit in the back of a limo repressing a hard on next to his best friend. 

He takes his time pulling the suit on, focusing on trying to make himself look as nice as possible in order to distract himself from the longing he experiences when he hears Remus retreat into his closet. 

He's never actually worn a suit before - not one of this caliber, at least, and so struggles a little bit pulling it on. But he eventually works it out, and looping the tie is the easiest part. 

As he tightens the tie, Remus slips from his mind, and instead he's thinking about the soft inner lining of the button up and the looseness of the suit jacket. Anything too tight or itchy would have made him uncomfortable, but he feels silly for assuming Remus wouldn't get him something extremely comfortable.  

And, more so, everything fits perfectly. Not too tight, and not too small. 

He looks around, and catches a view of himself in a full length mirror. Feeling a bit conceited, Logan approaches it, observing how strange he looks. Sure, he dresses nice, but he's sure he's never looked this nice. He looks respectable. Like an authority figure. 

If his hair was less disheveled and he was a bit taller, he was sure he could lead a company one day. 

Dressing like this feels right, but thinking about it feels wrong. Because this isn't actually is. He didn't do anything deserving of it. With his fantasies, he's literally sleeping his way to the top? How dare he have sex fand then believe himself to be anything more than the struggling man that he is-?

Logan suddenly jumps as Remus sneaks up behind him, hands firmly grabbing Logan's waist. He completely missed Remus's frame waltzing into view of the mirror. 

"You look good," Remus purrs, starting to reach his hands up Logan's suit jacket, and pouting when Logan stops him. 

"The others are probably getting impatient," Logan says, tilting his head back to look up at Remus, who looks down at him happily. "The others aren't going to want to wait any longer than they have to. And I wouldn't put it past Janus to have started complaining about the wait by now."

Logan then pulls away, and turns to face Remus rather than just staring at his reflection. He gets ready to insist they're ready to leave now, not wanting to be an inconvenience to the other two, but his words die on his tongue the moment he sees Remus. 

Remus is fully dressed in his own nice suit, though the top button of his button-up is undone, and his tie isn't even tied. Just loosely hanging on either side of his collar. His pants fit tight to his body but flare around the ankles, and the bright green socks Logan can only see a sneak of makes him smile as they're otherwise tucked into slick black dress shoes. 

Part of him doesn't know how Remus got dressed so fast, but Remus must be used to this. Logan can only assume he has a lot more experience dressing nice. 

But... damn, he's never seen Remus look so formal before. He stares, heat traveling to his face, not even realizing how cartoonishly horny he looks just by his facial expressions alone. 

Remus snickers. "What? You're looking at me like you're lusting over something, but I'm showing less skin than I normally do. Does modesty turn you on?" His teasing words fall on deaf ears, as Logan itches to both tie Remus's tie for him, and pull it off his body entirely. His hands run over Remus's chest, stopping just shy of Remus's exposed chest. 

Remus raises an eyebrow. "Don't we have somewhere to be?" he asks, watching the way Logan's eyes go wide and he pulls away, flustered. 

"Yeah. Yeah, we should probably head back downstairs." Logan's embarrassed of the way his voice cracks, but Remus pays it no mind, simply smiling and sliding his arm back around Logan's waist, leading him down to the other two. 

Roman and Janus look to be playfully bickering, but look up when they see Remus and Logan coming into the room. Janus wolf whistles, while Roman playfully rolls his eyes. 

"If you didn't have a cute piece of eye-candy with you, I'd scold you for taking so long," Roman huffs, leaning down to run his knuckle down the length of Logan's face. Logan flushes at the attention, but otherwise glances towards Janus, who seems amused by Roman's affection. "You're lucky Logan's pretty." 

Remus grins wide, shoving his hands into his pockets. "And you're lucky you're not within kicking distance." 

Roman sticks his tongue out in response, backing up from the two of them further before moving back to Janus's side, dramatically declaring "at last, we leave!" with a wave of his hand. It makes Janus chuckle, and even Logan can't help smiling wide. 

The four of them climb into the familiar back of the limo, Roman and Janus on one side, and Remus and Logan sitting across from them. 

The car starts up shortly after the door is shut behind them, and Roman's quick to reach for a small cooler next to the seats. Opening it, he pulls out a few chilled bottles of wine, and some wine glasses. He offers one to Janus, who takes it almost immediately, before offering one to both Remus and Logan. 

Remus glances at Logan, noticing his hesitance. 

"If you're uncomfortable with me drinking, I won't," Remus states, voice surprisingly soft. "Roman, Janus and I enjoy a glass or two casually sometimes. It won't make us drunk, or even the slightest bit tipsy, but I understand you might be more comfortable if you were assured there wasn't even a chance." 

With the other two eyeing him, Logan feels a little hesitant answering, before he waves Roman away, declining his own glass. 

"You can drink," Logan says, folding his hands in his lap. "If you end up drunk though, I'm going home." 

He has no idea how he'll get home, of course, but he's not going to have sex with Remus if Remus is drunk. That wouldn't be okay. 

Remus wiggles his eyebrows in response, snorting right after. "Please. getting drunk isn't worth losing a night of intense fun with my Logan."  

As goofy of a reaction as it is, Remus so casually giving up a night of drinking just for his comfort makes Logan feel a bit flustered. Special, even! 

Though, Logan shouldn't necessarily be surprised; Remus makes him feel special rather often, especially since Logan doesn't have the highest of standards. Like getting him an entire suit for example! That made Logan feel special. 

Despite not quite knowing how much Remus values a little indulging swig of wine every now and again, Logan still appreciates the fact Remus is willing to avoid drinking in order to keep him comfortable even though Logan still expressed comfortability if Remus still were to drink. 

And Remus pauses, giving Logan an extra moment to take back his words and say that he actually would prefer if Remus doesn't, before smiling when Logan nods. He stretches his arm out, and Roman leans forward, pouring wine out into Remus's cup. Roman fills it halfway - the silky red wine splashing against the outer edges of the crystal-clear glass - and Remus raises the glass to his lips. 

He tilts his head back as he takes a long drink. 

It reminds Logan of how smooth of a ride this is. A single bump and the red would stain the pure white of Remus's clothes, and yet he doesn't seem to fear such a thing. Nor does Roman. 

Even though they definitely have enough money to replace the suits, Logan's sure that the idea of turning around, changing, and then driving to the restaurant again would bother them - Roman at least - would be enough to deter them from potentially ruining their pristine and formal looks. And yet, they're confident enough in their ride to drink casually, and talk even more so. 

There's soft, pleasant chatter for a moment, both of the twins focusing on their respective baby, which means it doesn't take long for Remus to get handy. 

He wraps an arm around Logan's waist and kisses the side of his head as though it's a casual action. His lips have been in much more inappropriate places, and yet as they linger against Logan's temple, Logan feels just as breathless as he did when they were between his thighs. 

Rather meekly, Logan glances upwards, and when Remus pulls away to look back at him, he's smiling. 

"Would you like to try some?" Remus asks, a bit teasing with his tone but otherwise genuinely offering. He lowers his glass down to Logan, tilting it slightly and allowing Logan to observe the glossy liquid as it rushes to the sides, splashing slightly and dotting the rim of the glass with beads of bright red.  

"You don't have to, of course," Remus adds, nonchalantly, "but if you're curious, I'd be willing to offer my glass up for a taste. Unless you'd like me to take a drink and then push it into your mouth." He winks at that last bit, making Logan both flush and cringe at the idea.

"No thanks," Logan replies, with a wave of his hand, before hesitating. After a moment, he specifies "to that last part, I mean."

"So you want a drink?"

"Maybe a little." Logan fidgets with his hands in his lap. He's not necessarily dying to know what expensive wine tastes like, but Janus is already being poured a second cup, and Roman's nearly there as well. It does a lot to fuel his curiosity. 

Remus passes his glass to Logan, who stares at the liquid for a few seconds, before actually bringing the glass to his lips and taking a very ginger sip. 

It's completely experimental, and Logan doesn't have much of a reaction at first, before he just shrugs, and hands the glass back. 

"It's nothing special," is Logan's first response, and after being met with a dramatic gasp from Roman, he snorts. "It just tastes like bitter juice. Who would want to drink bitter juice?" 

"A lot of people," comes Janus's response, as he tilts his glass towards Logan. "For a lot of reasons. Not everyone drinks for the taste; some do, of course, but others drink for the buzz it gives them. Boosts of confidence and impulsivity." Janus takes a drink. "Furthermore, it's an acquired taste." 

"I remember my first sip of wine," Roman shudders, as he sticks his tongue out dramatically. "I swore I'd never drink it again! And yet, I eventually circled back around to it due to being forced to attend many 'high-end social events.'" Roman makes dramatic air quotes, rolling his eyes. Janus is paying close attention to what he's saying, while Remus looks more... lost in thought. Regardless, Roman continues. "It loosens people up; makes them less uptight. Business men are a lot nicer to be around when they're drunk on more things than just their social stature. Or when you're too incapacitated to process what they're saying." 

"I never liked those events," Remus comments offhandedly. 

Roman suddenly looks very somber, lips pressed into a thin smile. "Neither did I." 

The rest of the drive to the dinner is mostly silent, with little murmurs here and there. Roman and Janus get into a playfully heated whisper-argument, while Remus finishes his glass of wine and then tucks it into a different compartment to the left of him. His fingers dance lightly over Logan's sides, simply petting his body, fidgeting with him subtly to help pass the time. 

When they eventually pull up to the restaurant, Janus lets out a dramatic "finally!" before huffing at Roman making him wait to eat. 

Roman laughs in response, helping Janus out of the car chivalrously and apologizing through a barrage of kisses. 

Remus waits for the two of them to move away from the limo, before he's hopping out and very mockingly doing a similar thing with Logan, helping him out of the car before dramatically scooping him up and putting on a playfully fancy voice as he echoes Roman's over-the-top apologies. He laughs when Roman gets jokingly offended and pushes his shoulder. 

Despite only doing it to be funny, Remus doesn't bother to set Logan down after picking him up, happily carrying him into the restaurant instead. It has Logan feel a mixture of flustered, and nervous. 

Even from the outside of the restaurant itself, and the cars in the parking lot, Logan can tell that Roman extremely undersold just how high-end this place was. 

What if - because he's being carried in - people give him weird looks? 

Normally, he's not one to care about public appearance, but he doesn't want to be the odd one out in this situation. He's not just at the grocery store or in a lecture hall; he's walking into a restaurant where an entrée might cost him an entire months rent. Furthermore, he's seemingly the only one here who's never dined at a place like this. Glancing at Janus, Logan notices him tugging some of his discolored skin behind his hair, trying to minimize the patches as much as possible, and fixing his posture. 

Logan narrows his eyes, a confused expression on his face, but gets too distracted by the doors to the restaurant opening to remember his train of thought. 

As soon as they're in the lobby, Remus sets him back on his feet, bending slightly and murmuring a quiet "you okay?" into Logan's ear. It's one of the rare moments where Logan detects nothing but sincerity in Remus's voice. It makes him simultaneously shiver and flush. 

"I'm fine," Logan whispers in response, as his hand instinctively searches for and clasps around Remus's. "Just... a bit out of place." 

It's not that he doesn't know how to act formal; he's always been extremely polite and respectful to those who deserved it, and growing up he was told constantly that he was so mature and well-mannered, especially compared to the other kids who always seemed too immature for Logan's liking. But that was in places like schools. This wasn't a school. Here, he couldn't puff his chest out and tilt his chin up and pretend to be something he wasn't. He can't pretend to be worth something. 

"You'll be fine," Remus assures him, a sudden, lighter air to his voice. "I think you fit right in! In your fancy little suit and tie." Remus's voice is teasing as he fixes the folds on Logan's suit, smoothing it out afterwards. "And even if you don't, I dress the way I do for a reason." 

"You like being weird?" 

Remus chuckles. "Close. I like attention." He winks, grinning at Logan's confusion. 

A hostess greets them, telling them they'll be seated momentarily and leaving the four of them with the mouth-watering smell of freshly made shrimp, steak, noodles, and piles upon piles of melted butter. When she leaves, Remus wraps a tight arm around Logan's waist, and waves his arm out to the people seated at tables. 

"Even going out when I was younger, I realized that unless you stand out in a room, then your social status doesn't matter. All of these bald-headed, big-breasted, billionaire philanthropists look the same! Old, white, and in the process of rotting." Remus fidgets with his collar, closing his eyes playfully as he gives a mockingly smug look. "I, on the other hand, am young, dumb, and not well-groomed. I can't even tie a tie for fucks sake!" 

His loud proclamation makes a few heads turn his way. Logan watches the way these elitist patrons look Remus up and down, and then turn to each other to whisper. Narrowed eyes and secretive body postured, followed by more glances his way. 

It makes Logan suddenly feel really... vindictive. 

Before he can scrunch his nose up in disgust, Remus squeezes his sides, as if sensing his sudden distaste. 

"Don't worry; they'll probably never see me again," Remus responds, shrugging. "And that's kind of the point. But maybe, just maybe, they'll think about me. Some hot-shot man with the bright socks and long hair..." Remus drifts off, before laughing again, this time more huskily. "But boy - oh boy! - is it fun to imagine their shock and surprise when they realize I'm the heir to one of the largest fortunes in the country. The world even!" 

"So... you like the irony?" 

Remus shrugs again. "I guess. I just like being perceived as an anomaly. Something you'll randomly remember during a Thanksgiving dinner; a story you'll tell around the campfire. Some how, some way, my presence will persist. And in another way, it'll exist without being tied to money." 

Though Remus is normally eccentric and strange, such beliefs and reasoning actually leaves Logan rather speechless. Remus's answers leave Logan feeling a bit silly, but overall more comfortable. It's not enough to rid him of his anxiety entirely, but it does assure him that it'll be hard to stick out when Remus will be sopping up a lot of the attention. 

The hostess comes back to them, holding an armful of menus as she waves them forward and escorts them to an open grill. They're seated in four seats directly in front of the grill, leaving two other seats on either side of them. Roman sits on one end, Janus next to him, Logan next to Janus, and Remus on the other end. 

Janus glances at the four empty seats remaining at the grill. "I hope these aren't going to be filled," he utters, scrunching his nose up at the idea of sitting in anyone else's company. 

"I don't think anyone will want to sit with us," Roman replies in a half-comforting, half-teasing manner. "Not after Remus's previous display." 

Remus leans back on his chair, the front legs coming up off the floor. "All I did was mention I didn't know how to knot a tie." 

"Very loudly," Roman huffs. 

"Chill out, Princey," Remus snorts, rolling his eyes, and waving his hand dismissively. "I'm sure people won't want to sit with us for reasons other than me. Though, I am pretty good at repelling people." Remus winks towards Janus in order to further assure him no one will sit with them. Logan can't help smiling at the exchange. 

The front legs of Remus's chair suddenly hit the ground hard as he moves instead to hunch over his menu. 

Logan decides to follow suit, but one glance at it and he feels like he's been punched in the gut. 

The cheapest thing on the menu was almost fifty dollars. For just one item! That means, for each of them, it'd be about two hundred dollars, if not more!

A sudden nudge in his side has Logan looking up, wide-eyed. 

"Did you read what it comes with?" Remus asks him, glancing between Logan's surprised face and the menu. 

Logan looks stupidly back at the list, before shaking his head. 

"Remus, it's too much money." 

Remus scoffs. "It's fifty dollars. Read what a normal entrée comes with." 

"But-"

"Logan." Remus's voice is a bit louder, and Logan feels a cold chill run through him. "Please, just look at the menu. Read what a typical entrée comes with."

Logan turns back to the menu, looking over it. Shrimp entrée... comes with soup, salad, noodles, rice, shrimp, more shrimp, vegetables, and ice cream. Logan re-reads it, but the words don't change. 

All of that... for fifty dollars? 

"It's a lot of food," Logan begins, as he fiddles with the menu, "but it just... doesn't feel worth it to me." 

"Maybe the portion sizes will change your mind," Remus replies, smirking towards Logan, before turning back to his own menu. Logan stares at him for a few minutes, before he sets his menu down against the table, and folds his hands in his lap. He stares straight ahead for a moment, before he slowly leans to the side, and against Remus. And from his position he can't see it, but Remus smiles. 

A waiter comes over after a short while, asking about their drinks, and what dressing they'd like on their salad, of which being ginger or ranch. Then, they leave, preparing to get the group their starters and leave them time to decide on an actual meal. 

There's some murmuring, and everybody showing each other the menu, until eventually, the waiter comes back with their sodas and water, and sets down individual salad and soup bowls in front of each of them. Then, they move on to actually ordering, starting with Roman and Janus. 

Both of them order effortlessly, prepared for each question, not caring about what they order or how much they specify. Questions are answered with little hesitation, and as Roman orders steak and chicken, and Janus orders scallops, Logan rethinks his own order.   

But when the waiter turns to Logan, he's able to mimic what Roman and Janus were doing. He knows what he wants, at least, to some degree, so he just says that. 

He does end up settling on the shrimp entrée, deciding it sounds the most appetizing, though the waiter then lists off a few substitutions or additions. Logan shifts in his seat, doubting his ability to eat the one entrée as is, but orders a couple of the add-ons anyway, feeling encouraged by a firm squeeze to his thigh. And then the waiter moves on.

Once they've all ordered, conversation strikes back up. Janus and the twins are no strangers to this place, from the looks of it, leaving Logan to stare at the large metal grill in front of him.

His hands reach up to fiddle with his tie. At least that was familiar to him.

He'd wore a tie throughout school, always paired with a nice polo, to make himself look a bit presentable. To him, the actions of tying and tightening one were second nature. But as Logan sneaks a glance at Remus, he sees the tie loose around Remus's collar once more, as if it was cursed to never stay tied.

Logan feels his cheeks heat up.

He quickly tears his eyes from Remus's body, and taps his fork against his plate.

Something about Remus looking so nice, and yet so messy was making his gut twist. Logan knows Remus enough by now to see he's completely out of his element in the dressing department, and yet that only adds to Logan's attraction. He looks so awkward and unkempt, even when all dressed up, and Logan wants to sneak off with Remus until his own suit is as equally peeled away and wrinkled.

Snapped out of his thoughts by an arm in front of his face, a bowl of salad and soup are then set in front of Logan.

"Miyabi soup," Remus whispers under his breath, as Logan stares at the brown broth and floating mushrooms. He then gets a bit louder and looks over at Roman, and the other end of the table. He looks between the bowls, before waving over a waiter and motioning to his soup. "I think they forgot my spoon."

"A chirirenge," Logan corrects, as he dips his own chirirenge into the soup. When Remus just stares at him, Logan clears his throat and clarifies "the 'spoons' they handed us for the soup are more commonly called chirirenge. A chirenge is a fallen lotus petal, and the spoons are shaped like them."

"Ah," Remus replies, as he nods his head, before turning back to the waiter. "Can I have a chirirenge? For my miyabi?"

The waiter smiles, nods, and walks off to go grab one.

"Where'd you learn that?" Roman then asks, causing Logan to turn his head. He forgot they were there. And honestly, he forgot where he learned such a fact.

He shrugs, bringing his chirirenge to his mouth and taking a curious sip of the soup. He licks his lips. Surprisingly, it was really good. He didn't experiment a lot with foods growing up; he knew what he liked and he often gravitated towards those things, but this was definitely delicious.

"I think I read it in a book once," Logan then adds, as he takes in some more of his soup.

When the waiter comes back, Remus gets right to eating his own soup, noisily slurping up all the mushrooms, and downing the broth in a matter of seconds. Logan's last to finish it, and while everyone else decides to begin eating their salads, Logan just stares at is. He knows a lot more is coming; he needs to save as much space in his stomach as he can. 

Logan only gets a few bites of his salad in before a chef comes over. He's wearing a tall black hat, and a cheery smile. 

He asks how everyone's doing, and the group give a mixture of responses. He nods, and then reads their orders back to them, making sure everything's correct. And after getting their affirmations, he smiles and seems to start up the grill. 

He starts first with oil, which he squirts out of a bottle, and then uses a lighter to set the grill aflame. Giant flames soar towards the ceiling, and warmth immediately assaults Logan's face. He has to close his eyes and turn his head away from the shock, but when the heat calms down, Logan sees the flames have simmered down and the grill is now sizzling with more oil being poured onto it. Following this, the chef cuts off a large slab of butter from an even larger pile of it, and drops it onto the grill, smoothing it over until it melts and lubricates the hot surface. 

Logan then watches as the chef pours over a bowl of veggies, chopping up zucchini and onions, and mixing them in with broccoli. They're stirred, sauced, and then left to cook for a few minutes. 

That is, until, he balances a small piece of zucchini on the end of a large knife. He nods towards Roman with a smile, who grins in return. 

Logan's left watching, confused, as the chef lifts his knife up and tosses the piece of zucchini into the air, with Roman catching it in his mouth. He chews, happily, as the chef then motions to Janus the same way. But Janus simply smiles politely and shakes his head. Then the chef moves towards Logan. 

Logan also shakes his head, dismissing the offer. 

Remus accepts the challenge, though, and catches a piece in his own mouth, which he happily munches on after catching. 

The rest of the onions and broccoli are sliced over once more, before they're tucked under a large metal bowl, probably to steam. 

Then, a bunch of pale noodles are placed onto the grill, and once again drowned in oil and soy sauce. They're flipped and dragged across the grill, mixing them all in with the different sauces and flavors, before those are left to cook as well. 

Roman and Janus talk, but Logan's too busy focusing on the food. There are so many noodles, and Logan has no idea how they're going to be split between the four of them. Surely, four portions would still fill each of their plates completely! Logan can't help looking between the cooking noodles and his large plate. 

The noodles are the first thing portioned. They're scooped up, and set on everybody's plate individually, with ginger and something called yum-yum sauce being poured into little saucers and handed out afterwards. 

Logan watches as Remus immediately pours the yum-yum sauce onto his noodles and mixes them in, while Janus dips his fork into the sauce and then uses it to twirl up some noodles, blowing on them briefly, before eating them happily. Roman's the only one who doesn't immediately douse his noodles in the dipping sauce, but Logan's sure he's saving it for something else. 

Carefully, Logan wraps some noodles around his fork, before eating them normally first, just to taste them. And as soon as they hit his tongue, Logan lets out an innocent moan, eyes fluttering shut at the delicious taste. They're flavorful and just a bit salty, and the texture is heavenly between Logan's teeth. And when he tries it with the yum-yum sauce? It's amazing.

Remus nudges Logan as Logan shovels another bite into his mouth. 

"It's great, right?" he asks, with some of the creamy orange sauce dripping down his chin. "I know it's a lot, but there's still more to come. If you want to try a little bit of everything, I suggest you slow down." 

The veggies are moved back to the center of the grill, and mixed around with a little more butter, before a hefty amount is scooped up and once again dumped onto each plate. Logan has to hurry to push his noodles to the side of the plate to make room for the vegetables, which once again cover that entire area. 

This time, as Logan stabs a piece of broccoli onto his fork, he has no hesitation dipping it into the yum-yum sauce. 

The broccoli falls apart in his mouth, soft and buttery, with the sauce only amplifying the overall flavors. It's so good. 

Remus looks less delighted at the delivery of vegetables, stabbing at them with his fork half-heartedly. He picks out the zucchini and only eats that, shoving everything else away from his noodles, which he goes back to eating as soon as the zucchini is gone. He then scoops the rest of his vegetables onto Logan's plate, creating a small mountain of veggies. 

While they've been eating their veggies and noodles, the chef has placed pieces of meat on the grill. Steak and chicken were set aside to cook, while the scallops and shrimp were focused on. Butter is slathered over everything, and they're cooked until the smell of the meat is wafting over all of them, making them all drool over their much waited main course. 

Roman and Remus's plates are completely empty by the time their meats are served up. Janus has eaten most of his noodles, and Logan looks like he hasn't touched his at all. He's just been eating slow - really savoring the taste of expensive food, but he might have been eating a little too slow. 

Shrimp is dumped onto his plate after a moment, and Logan stares at it. 

Then, white rice is turned over onto the grill, as well as some eggs and chicken. The eggs are chopped and cooked before being mixed in, soy sauce is added, and the chicken is cooked and then stirred into the now-brown rice as well. 

The rice is scooped into bowls, and set in front of each of them. 

More food. On top of everything else he was already given. Plus, they still have dessert on the way. 

Logan's half tempted to groan as he thinks about everything that's been presented to him. The salad and soup were filling enough, and now he has enough food to last him another week or two if he portions it right!

After everyone's been delivered their food, the chef nods his head and smiles, preparing to walk off with his cart of uncooked foods and butter, but both Remus and Roman stop him. 

Both of them pull out their wallets and hand bills directly to the chef, who tucks it both into his apron, and into his hat comedically, before thanking them repeatedly and walking off, significantly more cheery. And then the twins turn back to their food, going back to eating completely casually. 

Once Logan finishes the bulk of his main course ("bulk" meaning just barely half, leaving him with a surplus amount of veggies, noodles, rice, and a few scarce pieces of shrimp), he takes a moment to lean back against his seat. He lets out a soft, pleasant groan under his breath, as he wraps his arms around his stomach. 

He pushed himself to eat more than he normally would, but his stomach isn't very big due to eating so little so often. He definitely has the most left over on his plate, but he's not complaining. He knows that if he keeps going, his stomach is going to end up aching. Plus, this way, he has some extras for the next few days! 

He's almost tempted to begin portioning his food right here, but he supposes he can do that when he gets home instead. 

It reminds him of when Remus bought him chili, though. 

This isn't that exact situation; they're out eating, as opposed to in the twin's mansion, but it was still Remus ordering him food, and him being hesitant. He was newer to this "sugar daddy" stuff then, but that doesn't mean he feels any less out of place here and now. 

And that brings him to the snacks! And Remus pulling Logan into his lap. 

Remembering such things make him feel flustered yet again, something that isn't new by any means, especially tonight, but causes him to draw his attention to Remus's attire once more. 

For some reason, he's been zoning out and staring at Remus throughout the entire evening. 

He knows Remus is attractive. He's found Remus attractive - and albeit a bit off-putting - upon first meeting him, but there's something about tonight that's made it harder for Logan to focus. And Logan's not blind, so after staring at Remus for a few minutes, he realizes what he's enjoying so much. 

Remus somehow managed to make sloppy formal wear look... incredibly hot. 

It's not a look Logan would assume Remus could normally pull off. Admittedly, he knows he likes looking classy and respectable, but Remus, despite being rich, dresses in baggy, torn, and brightly coloured clothes that clash more often than not. 

And yet, here he is in a nice suit, with his tie loose and undershirt unbuttoned, and Logan can feel himself starting to sweat. 

As Remus talks to Roman and Janus, his hand squeezes Logan's thigh. It's absentmindedly rubbing and squeezing at the muscle, and unintentionally working Logan up as Logan loses his train of thought while staring at Remus's chest. 

Neither of them notice the way Janus's eyes flicker between them, or how he snorts as he turns towards Roman, motioning between the two and whispering, interrupting Remus (who doesn't notice, as he's talking to the air at this point).

Of course, he's fine with Remus and Logan tagging along on his and Roman's date, but he's not going to pass up the opportunity to get some alone time. 

Roman clears his throat in order to get Remus's attention, who blinks and then turns to look at him. "Forgive me for being so rude, brother dearest, but I do believe you have yourself an... admirer," Roman points out, smugly. He gestures towards Logan, who's still so wrapped up in staring that he's oblivious to the conversation happening around him. 

Though, Logan does blink and glance up as Roman's words process in his head, looking up at Remus and stumbling out "huh... who...?" before going bright pink as he realizes Remus is staring down at him with a grin. He glances to the side, and flushes darker when he sees Janus and Roman staring at him too. 

Of course they all caught him staring! He didn't think he'd been staring for that long, but everyone else seems to think he was staring a little too persistently. 

He looks down at the table, hoping to spare himself some of the humiliation, but Remus is sitting next to him, so the odds of that are slim. 

"See something you like?" Remus muses, as he grabs Logan's chin and pulls it upwards, forcing eye contact. Logan stammers at the question, but feels his body lighting up. He's getting excited, and even though this is an inappropriate situation to be feeling so hot in, he can't help it!

"You," Logan stutters, which earns a rather amused laugh from Remus. His hand travels further up Logan's thigh, which makes Logan laugh out of embarrassment and pull away slightly. 

"We're in public," Logan insists, though he's not stopping Remus. 

He watches Remus look up, and then around, before spotting something nearby. He then turns back to Logan and responds with "we won't be for long," before he's grabbing Logan's hand and pulling him away from the table. Sure, they might miss their ice cream, but it was a small price to pay. 

Remus worms them through crowds of servers and guests, and gets them to the bathroom, where he shoves them inside and locks the door behind them. It's small, and intended for just one person, but that's okay. They'll make due. 

Remus grabs a bottle of lube from his pocket, and sets it on the little sink near them, as if alluding to Logan what will occur later. 

Then, in a swift tug, Logan's pants are being pulled down. Logan flushes at Remus's lack of concern or decency, but can't help gasping as Remus begins to shuffle his own pants down as well. He even goes to unbutton his shirt further, but Logan reaches forward to grab one of Remus's wrists, and his tie. 

"Don't-!" Logan begins, before gulping as Remus's actions stall immediately. Logan's face goes dark red, and he looks away as he hesitates, before sucking in a deep breath as he continues with "don't take it off. Please. You look nice. I... I really like it." 

Remus grins, as his hands fall from his clothes and back onto Logan, who's tie he grabs to pull Logan up and closer to his face. "Noted," Remus responds, smiling, before he kisses him, and Logan moans immediately as he reaches to keep Remus close. His tie is tight around his own neck due to Remus's yanking, but Remus's other hand is around his waist, keeping their bodies close. And Remus's thigh gives him the perfect surface to grind on, which he does happily. 

Remus is so confident in taking control with Logan by now that he moves as if it's second nature, making Logan feel even hotter. 

He really should care that they're in the bathroom of an otherwise fancy restaurant. Sure, the risk of getting caught is slim because of the lock on the door, but it's not completely eradicated. But Remus hardly seems to care, kissing Logan with enough assurance and confidence to make Logan lose himself in it. 

For just a moment, Logan let's himself forget where they are, grinding against Remus as he shamelessly moans, before letting out a small whine of disappointment when Remus simultaneously pulls his lips away, and presses his thigh further against Logan's crotch, pinning his hips against the wall and giving him little room to grind.

"Well, would you look at that?" Remus begins, teasingly, as Logan pants while staring at Remus with half-lidded eyes, and an adorably flushed face. "Who knew that just putting on a suit would get you so desperate?" 

A dark red blush spreads rapidly across Logan's pale features, stretching the width of his cheeks and down his neck. 

"With how prominently this is affecting you, one might even think you have a... suit kink?" 

At first, Logan attempts to look away out of humiliation, but he lets out a meek whimper when his chin is just grabbed in response, and he's forced once again to make eye contact. 

"I'm... I'm not sure," Logan answers, honestly. "I think you look very, very good, but... a kink? That's a bit much." He awkwardly pulls on the collar of his top, feeling sweat begin to pool beneath his clothes. "Right?" 

Remus grins, and tilts his head to the side in a curious manner, letting Logan figure this out for himself.

He's never really been out with Remus publicly. At least, not while in a situation where he could have gotten aroused. But as he thinks about it, he knows that this is very unlike him. Under normal circumstances, he wouldn't be getting worked up so easily! At least, that's what he likes to think. 

But Remus has been looking so ridiculously attractive nearly the entire night - more so than usual. 

Sure, he looks good normally, but there's something about Remus wearing a suit so casually - almost carelessly - excites him in a way he can't explain. 

Logan swallows the spit in his mouth. "Not a kink," he states, though his voice wavers as he adds "a fetish, maybe." 

Remus chuckles at Logan's shy admission, leaning forward to press a mockingly quick kiss to Logan's lips. "Aww! That's so cute! There's no need to be embarrassed, kitten! Plenty of people have suit fetishes. I think." Remus rubs their noses together, adding to Logan's growing humiliation. "Besides, I think it's flattering. After all, there's something about me in the suit that's getting it goin' for ya'. Seeing as you've hardly spared Roman a glance." 

Remus seems a little proud at the fact he's gotten more attention than Roman over something as trivial as a suit. It's a playful hint towards an unserious brotherly rivalry. 

Shamelessly, Remus begins to work his way into Logan's boxers, tugging them down as he continues to talk, his voice echoing against the thick walls of the bathroom. 

"If I knew putting on a suit would be enough to get you drooling, then I would have been wearing one every time you came over!" he exclaims, as Logan's cock is carelessly exposed to the open. The top of his undershirt drags briefly over his hard shaft, but Remus's hand quickly takes its place, stroking slowly. "Though, I suppose it might be better to just save it for special occasions. That way, moments like this are more rare. Something to look forward to. Something of a reward, maybe?" 

Remus is really just workshopping ideas here, but Logan's cute little reactions to each one give him the affirmations or the distaste give him a vague idea on what Logan likes, and what he doesn't. 

But, after a moment, Remus pulls away. 

Panting, Logan blinks open his eyes - which he'd previously shut to spare himself the further embarrassment of Remus's hungry eyes eating his body up in a similar fashion to how Logan was eyeing up the suit earlier - and sees Remus pulling his own boxers down to his ankles. For a moment, Logan tenses at the idea of having to go back to the table for dinner with Remus's come inside of him, or his thighs aching from a rough round, but Remus seems to read his mind as he quickly says "we're not going to fuck."

Smiling dopily, Remus then clarifies "well, if you don't want to, that is. I'm down for anything." He pinches Logan's cheek teasingly. "But, I assumed you'd want something quick and easy, and something that wouldn't be too noticeable." Remus winks, as though he knows of the ache that might persist in Logan's hips and thighs after a rough round. 

Logan then watches as Remus pours his small little bottle of lube over his hand and their cocks, which he presses together by moving closer to Logan, pushing their bodies against each other. 

The lubricant rolls off of the head of Logan's cock and down his shaft, doing the same to Remus's, before it proceeds to spill down further and coat the lengths of their cocks, and then Remus is further smearing the lube in using his hand, stroking them both off together while keeping their shafts pressed tightly together with his fingers. 

Logan moans immediately, slumping forward against Remus's chest, as Remus continues to stroke them both off, only letting little whimpers of his own slip past his lips. He wants to hear Logan's weak moans in their entirety, and he won't let his own moans overtake Logan's. 

He can feel drool pooling against his chest as Logan's open-mouthed moaning happens against his shirt. Deep breaths of Remus in between sharp intakes every time Remus's hand squeezes their cocks. 

It makes him feel even more pathetic knowing Remus is giving this same pleasure to himself. And Logan's handling it so much worse.

Comparably, he's so much more sensitive. He knows Remus has so much more experience, but he's still flustered as he twists his hands into Remus's formal clothes, no doubt wrinkling it as he attempts to keep himself steady while Remus gets them both off. 

Despite Remus's implications that this was going to be something quick, he can't help but move his hand a little slower than he normally would, mostly wanting to just savor the moment. 

"I love that I get to be the one to introduce you to all sorts of new things," Remus comments, as he slowly squeezes both of their cock. Logan whines. "I know for a fact you've never done this with anybody before. This is your first time letting anyone touch you in public, and I get the honor of witnessing it." 

Remus smirks, as he pushes Logan back against the wall, earning a sharp gasp. "I also get to see how pathetically worked up you get all because of a silly suit." 

He's teasing, but Logan flushes a dark red at the reminder that he was being turned on by a literal outfit. He whimpers as his eyes flicker down from Remus's own red face to his chest, not even realizing he's back to admiring the way the suit fits Remus's lithe stature. 

"It'd be fun if I actually did fuck you here, wouldn't it?" Remus then begins, thinking aloud. "I could hoist you up against the wall and stretch you open slowly. And then, I could absolutely pound that nice, tight ass of yours." Remus roughly grinds their cocks together as he speaks, drawing a sudden, cry from Logan as he attempts to twist away from the surprising pain. Unfortunately, he can't, and so he's left tearing up as his fingers drag against the wall behind him, desperate to grab onto anything in order to give himself the littlest bit of balance. 

How is it that every time he's with Remus, he learns something new about himself?

His stomach is twisting with pleasure at the fact he's being dirty-talked in such a public space. Anybody could come knock on the door or overhear them, which inspires him to bite his tongue, but Remus seems to tell and so slows his hand again. 

"Hey, hey now, no hiding those gorgeous little moans of yours," Remus scolds, shaking his head slightly. "That ruins half the fun!" 

Logan turns his head to the side, nervous, as his glasses slide down his nose. His thighs are shaking while he stands. But begrudgingly, he opens his mouth, and an immediate moan slips through. 

Remus smiles immediately. "Good kitten." 

His hand speeds up once more, but with less firm squeezing this time, reminding Logan that he's getting close. Furthermore, Logan realizes he's going to have to go back to the table after this. Somehow, he's going to have to act normal, as though he wasn't just being jerked off in a public restroom. 

All those people sitting, innocently enjoying their meals, unaware of the explicit situation taking place a few feet away from them! 

And he's sure he doesn't look as composed anymore. With his pants down, and his face flushed, he's sure that anybody who has sex will be able to tell what just happened. Additionally, Janus and Roman have probably done something similar before, so they're going to recognize it immediately, if they don't already know what he and Remus are doing. 

But then Remus is leaning down to kiss him, and Logan finds he can't really think enough to care about their potential judgement or amusement. He leans up eagerly into the kiss, but breaks it almost immediately to let out a shaky moan. 

"Close," Logan whines, but instead of being met with any sort of affirmation or soft words, Remus laughs instead. 

"Already? Fuck, we really have to get your stamina up." His hand still moves fast around Logan's cock, with no intention of slowing or stopping, but Remus still mocks him. "You might want to try and hold out as long as you can, kitten. I can go way longer than you can, after all, and you really wouldn't want me to keep going after you're already finished. I'd have to overstimulate your little cock until there was nothing left coming out of it!" Remus laughs at the idea, while Logan moans again, having to bite his lip in an attempt to regain control of his body. 

All he wants to do is come. He wants to make a mess of him and Remus, spill over his hand and Remus's cock and watch Remus orgasm all the same. He'll get a nice, clear view of Remus's face, and he wants to see Remus ruin himself the same way he constantly ruins Logan. 

Logan's hands grip Remus's upper arms, clinging onto him desperately. 

"I- I don't know if I can hold back," Logan whines, as heat floods his entire body. "I need to come so bad. So bad, please." 

"No. You can wait." 

Logan lets out a pathetic cry of desperation, but continues holding himself back for Remus's benefit. His hands curl into fists, knuckles white as he feels himself on the edge of letting go. He doesn't know what'll happen if he does, but he feels a weird sense of obedience towards Remus. He wants to be good. He needs to be good. 

"Please, please, please," Logan begs, as he hears Remus grunt under his breath as he lowers his head. 

Remus's shaggy brown hair falls in front of his face, obscuring it. This immediately results in Logan moving his hands to Remus's cheeks, cupping his face and tilting it upwards so they're making eye contact. 

"Let me see you. Please," Logan whimpers. He holds Remus's face firmly. "Please." 

And Remus comes. It's so fast that Logan almost misses it, but Remus's eyes squeeze shut as he shoots his load over Logan's cock and his own hand, brows furrowed as he groans deep and reverberating as he works himself through his orgasm, before he slows just the smallest amount. 

Panting, Remus's eyes flicker from the mess he made to Logan's flushed face, more so his dark flush and wide eyes. 

"Aren't I pretty?" is Remus's quiet, mocking response, before he roughly strokes Logan to completion, only uttering a soft "come for me, Logan. Make an even bigger mess like the slut you are," and supporting Logan with a steady hand on his hip. Logan lasts only a few seconds before coming, and moaning pathetically as he does so. 

His seed mixes with Remus's in a lewd, squelching manner, as Remus continues to stroke his cock briefly, before pulling his hand away. Disgustingly, he then brings it to his mouth to lick and suck, which makes Logan both flush and grimace. 

But then, Remus gets onto his knees, and licks up the come on Logan's cock as well, cleaning his shaft, his thighs, and even the few splatters onto Logan's lower shirt and pelvis. 

"Remus," Logan begins, voice breathy, but Remus just snickers. 

"Take notes. One day I'll have you on your knees like this." Remus kisses Logan's thighs, before he stands back up and grabs a few napkins, wiping the ground with his foot and then cleaning his own body up. "I'd love to see you dragging your tongue across the floor." Remus then glances around. "Preferably not a bathroom floor, though." 

Logan can't help but muster a quiet laugh, before he's holding onto Remus as Remus tugs his pants up, making sure Logan looks nice and formal again. He takes less care of himself, furthering his disheveled-formal look, but Logan likes it. He doesn't even bother to fix Remus's tie, instead just letting it hang loosely around Remus's neck. 

Once Remus finishes making sure Logan looks presentable, he rubs Logan's hips, taking a moment to enjoy the visual of him laying on his back against the wall for a minute, still breathing hard and unstable on his legs from the rush of his orgasm. 

And as much as Remus is tempted to make Logan walk through the restaurant like this, he's gracious enough to give Logan at least a moment to fully catch his breath and hopefully let the jelly-leg syndrome die down a bit. 

"You know, you're lucky you only got come on the part of your shirt that gets tucked in," Remus comments, as he playfully loops his fingers into one of the belt loops on Logan's pants. "Though, it would have been fun to see if anyone noticed a few simple stains." Remus does a little shoulder shimmy while wiggling his eyebrows, clearly teasingly delighted by the idea of publicly embarrassing Logan, though he just chuckles when Logan develops enough confidence to push against Remus's shoulder in a lightly scolding manner. 

But, the reminder of the mess they just made does make him flush, so while his arms wrap around Remus's neck to pull him close, his head dips a bit. 

"About that... I didn't mean to ruin something so expensive." He sounds ashamed of himself, and to some degree, he is! Remus just gave him an expensive gift, and he's already ruined it. 

He isn't given nice things very often, and the first time he's ever been given a nice, high-quality suit, he just had to stain it with literal semen. 

Remus pouts a little at Logan's immediate impulse to blame himself, so before Logan gets the opportunity to apologize or offer to pay for the suit in its entirety (which Remus knows for a fact Logan can't afford), Remus leans forward to kiss him. It's nowhere near as rough as moments earlier, but it's effective in silencing Logan's meek words. 

He keeps their lips pressed together until Logan's too flustered to speak when they pull away. 

"Hey now, there's no use in apologizing for that," Remus rather genuinely scolds Logan. "Firstly, I was the one who decided to get you off without stripping you down. I should have at least tugged it up and out of the way." Remus smooths Logan's shirt out, as if checking for other stains. "Secondly, you know I don't care about price when it comes to you. I bought you this suit because I wanted to. If you wanted to go light it on fire after this, that'd be fine!"

He says it so casually, but Logan just bites his lip and looks away, somewhat upset. He hears Remus sigh, as his arms wrap fully around Logan's waist. 

"Besides," Remus continues, softer this time, "you didn't ruin it. Haven't you met me? Our staff has had to try and get many weird stains out of my clothes; come is just another Tuesday for them, really."

That causes Logan to snicker, bringing his knuckles to his mouth to stifle the sound. Remus seems to relax upon seeing Logan ease up a little. 

"Now, come on," Remus beckons, backing up and pulling Logan away from the wall. "If we're lucky, our ice cream might still be on the table."

[siriuslyshiftstoomuch]

Ten Random Things That Have Happened With The Marauders When I Shifted Before I Try Tonight:

Met Sirius on the train and the first thing he asked was why my eyes are silver. I told him it's an angelic trait 💅

Got into a HEATED argument with James over why there's no way in hell I would be a Gryffindor, only to be sorted into Gryffindor

Joined the Quidditch team with James and Sirius while Remus stood in the stands making eye contact with me while he looked at me like "You're fucking ridiculous"

Got crucioed by my mother and left on the steps of Hogwarts so Remus just kinda strode over, picked my broken ass up and went "Chocolate or sleep, no other options"

Definitely got mom-friend-scolded a LOT by James because he was a prefect and caught me doing some *ahem* untoward shit with Remus and or Sirius when we were bored

Book debates with Reggie 🤭 He constantly fucking won 😑😑😑 this man could wipe the floor with any American senator

Got into a slap fight with Severus. He was so thrown off as to why I didn't use spells.

Got knocked off my broom during a quidditch game and landed outside the arena, Lily just sat there and read a book cause she knew I wouldn't wanna go to the infirmary

Broke my wand. A LOT. (Threw it, laid on it, sat on it, etc.) Like over 50 times throughout my seven years there

Broke my wrist at a Gryffindor party and didn't notice until I was writing notes for class in the wrong direction. James looked at me the whole time like "😱😰" meanwhile Sirius was taking pictures and going "Blackmail material."

[kingsonne-zedecks]

JKR can neither commit to soft world building nor succeed in hard world building and most of all, she cannot grasp the implications of the worldbuilding she does.

Her world building is spaghetti thrown at a wall with just enough of a pattern in the wet noodles to make you think there is something meaningful there.

The setting of a magic school and the few lessons she actually shows hint at an underlying system of rules, a reason why pronunciation and wand movement matter, and how spells are formed, how magic works. And that promise is never fulfilled. What magic can and cannot do is only ever decided in the moment by JKR, and then discarded immediately after.

This tendency to refuse to engage with her own worldbuilding and writing in general is rampant in Harry Potter. Take for example, werewolves. JKR really thought she did something when she wrote Remus Lupin's struggle as an allegory for the Aids Crisis. She thought she was on the Princess Diana side of things, showing that people with aids just needed medicine and acceptance.

Except.

She didn't explore that theme, and so that theme instead explored her—and exposed her biases on the page. Because If Lycanthropy is Aids, then Fenrir Greyback is the Panic. He is the belief that gay men assault and abuse young boys in order to convert them.

That is definitely not the only example, the books are littered with them. House elf slavery, Goblin rebellions and greedy goblin bankers, memory charms, child soldiers, love potions. Glob after glob of soggy, rancid spaghetti slapped on the wall without a care for their implications or ramifications.

That's just the super negative stuff, everything else is just as much an example of poor writing, if not JKR's terribleness. Droplets of worldbuilding that are only ever meant to be considered for as long as JK herself thinks about them and then forgotten again until she remembers them—luck potions, time turners, apparation, parseltongue, the room of requirement, etc, etc, and so on.

Going back to the idea of refusing to commit to soft worldbuilding. JK could have left things open regarding the greater population of the wizarding world, but she constantly added bits and pieces of hard worldbuilding in that only just made things less clear. Like there only being seven schools of magic, or the statute of secrecy just being agreed to by every culture in the world for some reason, or just the population of the magical world in general.

I've always believed that the failings of JKR's worldbuilding greatly contributed to the popularity of the fandom with regards to fanfiction. So much of what has been written is done to fix contradictions or fill gaps that she left open.

as someone who is not a writer, how come everyone calls her worldbuilding bad? I hate her so much. I just want to know what in particular makes it poor so I can hate on her WHILST sounding smart

I don’t often work with world building but after reading and watching enough sci fi and fantasy it became quite clear. Her issue is that she forgot a lot of aspects a society needs to survive. Teachers don’t need to go to university to teach, they don’t even have higher up education if I recall correctly. You can only have one out of like 7 jobs, you only learn magic from the age of 11, any type of education that is important or useful they will have to learn due to interest, the ministry of magic has all of the office jobs for some reason and so much more.

JK Rowling is not a good writer when it comes to world building, they Harry Potter books are popular because they are mystery and adventure booms with a world that easy to digest to new readers. It is all looks and very little depth to it so most experienced readers or anyone with an interest of creating stories can see the cracks. Which is why it is an excellent example of remembering what you need or have missed when creating your own world.

[narcissa-black-supermacy]

(This turned into a whole little rant, I’m sorry!)

Glad to see someone else isn’t too fond of the “Sirius is a drama queen” thing either. Everything he’s ever upset about in the books is literally 100% justified? People use the “I did my waiting” line as an example, but that’s not really him being dramatic, that’s justified anger and bitterness. Also yes, as you said, the scenes in the shack are him at a total low point, he’s not really himself at all. He’s so desperate he literally tries to kill Harry, which he would never do if he wasn’t in this messed up mental state.

I also think it’s a little weird how Wolfstar shippers highlight this side of him much more than most other sides of the fandom. Don’t get me wrong, I love Wolfstar, but sometimes it feels like people are exaggerating Sirius “dramaticness” to play into the over dramatic, flamboyant gay man stereotype. But even if that’s not at all the case, it’s still flanderization and I don’t like it :)

I like to think that Sirius can be very overly dramatic about little things, but when it comes to the significant stuff, he can switch it off and go into full stress-resilience mode.

People also forget that he didn't run away from home until 16-17. He was raised by Walburga bloody Black for over 16 years. There is no way he wasn't taught legilimency, occlumency, dueling, how to resist the Imperius curse etc. Assuming Walburga used legilimency on him and Regulus at home, they should be both very well-trained to resist it.

Practicing arts like occlumency and legilimency trains your brain, it makes you more composed, calculated, helps you think clearly.

Which is what we see in Sirius, with the exception of the Shack scene (which is unfortunate, because that's our literal first introduction to him, and first impressions are hard to change).

People forget that they are in a state of war - not just Sirius. Remus as well. Molly gets so much shit, but she is raising seven kids in the middle of a war, half of whom are fighting, of course she will come off as mean and overbearing.

The kids too - Ron, Harry, Draco.. nobody is really themselves, they are a version of those people that grew up in a war-torn society where you constantly have to live on edge and fear for you loved ones' lives. So of course it will reflect on their character and make them all seem a little bit insane.

It's the same issue I have with Walburga's portrayal in the fandom, which is based 100% off a portrait which was drawn at a time when the woman lost her son and her husband and was at the lowest point in her life - @artemisia-black has several incredible metas about it, she also has amazing metas on Sirius' mental health (all of her metas are gold, she is one of my fav writers in the fandom).

[siriuslyshewrote]

Beautiful Boy - James Potter

A/N: aptly titled because yes, we all believe that James Potter is the most beautiful boy.

Requested? : yes 

Word Count : 1.3k

Summary : James Potter fluff. What else could we possibly want?

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry was something that could never be described as dull. Every moment spent in it was a blur of heightened emotions, whether they be good and bad, and there was never a day that went by without chaos. In comparison, your summers were positively dull.

As much as you loved the castle, you loved the people even more, your housemates and classmates, in particularly the close circle of friends you had woven together over your seven years in Hogwarts. Lily , Mary and Marlene took precedent as your closest girl friends, the ones with which every night in the dormitories was a sleepover, toasting your feet agains the little log burner, listening to the latest muggle records, and laughing your heads off. Sirius and Remus and Peter were brilliant boys, and you loved them deeply, too. James always said you loved too deeply.

It was he that you loved the most, that messy haired bespectacled boy with the crooked , previously broken nose and lopsided grin. With his warm hands and suffocating hugs and intoxicating presence. James knew you more than anyone, and had been a constant in your life since the two of you were tiny children, growing up living on the same street. He above anyone knew each one of your deepest and darkest secrets, your most mortifying memories, and embarrassing crushes. All but one, of course.

The crackling embers of the fire, and the quiet, exhausted chatter of the group around you soothed you, as you finally gave up on your Transfiguration essay, and dropped both it and your quill onto one of the many rugs that littered the floor of the common room. Music, from someone or others record player, played Bowie in the background.

"Tired?"

James grinned from beside you, his head lolling on the back of the sofa. He, too, had given up on his essay, by this time. You had no idea how he wasn't asleep already - he got up at the crack of dawn every single morning to play Quidditch, and still had the exuberant energy of a golden retriever.

You nodded , barely suppressing a yawn as you stretched out on the sofa the both of you were sharing, laying your head into his lap, wearily watching the animated conversation between Marlene and Sirius about something or other. Knowing Sirius and Marlene, she was trying to point out the flaws in another one of his crazily thought out schemes. Remus, too, was watching the pair with a secret smile upon his face - his eyes straying more to Sirius than anyone else, over the top of his book.

Mary was already asleep, curled up in a velvet armchair like a cat, her limbs tucked underneath her as she snored gently.

Your eyelashes drooped, brushing against your cheek, as your eyes closed against your protest. N.E.W.T's, you had very quickly discovered during your first few week back at school for seventh year, were living up to their name this year. They truly were exhausting.

Fingers combed through your hair, with a gentle clumsiness that you would recognise even if your head was currently not in his lap.

"What're you doing?" You mumbled sleepily, too tired to open your eyes, poking at his knee with your finger.

"Stop fussing. I'm just braiding your hair." He whispered, continuing with his mission.

You hoped that he was too concerned with your hair to see the smile that tugged on your lips at his words. James often devised these projects, randomly wanting to learn to do things until he achieved his goal. You had become his subject over the past few weeks as he attempted to learn how to braid, and had, several times walked back into the dormitory to the girls cackles at your newest hairstyle. James had the energy and will to do anything he wanted ... though perhaps styling hair was not his vocation. Really, Lily had told you, you only needed to look at his own hair to see that.

You didn't mind his newest project, and as you let him braid your hair by the fireplace, you desperately tried to pretend that it wasn't because him being so close made your heart beat a fierce drum against your ribs.

After a few minutes of quiet between the two of you, there was a lull in the conversation that you noticed even with your eyes closed in half sleep.

"Merlin, Prongs, could you be any more obvious?" Sirius' voice came from near the fire, a grin in his tone.

James fingers continued their work in your hair as he talked back to his friend.

"What?"

"That you are completely enamoured with our deer Y/N?" Even without looking at him, you could tell that Sirius was very pleased with his very much overused pun.

James tensed. Your breathing quickened slightly, though you didn't open your eyes.

Secretly, you wanted to hear what he would say.

"Piss off, Pads." He mumbled.

"It is quite obvious." Lily added in.

"Just a bit." Remus bit back the grin in his voice at his friends obvious discomfort.

"For fucks sake, guys!" James hissed quietly, clearly under the impression that you were asleep. "We are not dating."

"If you grew some balls, you would be." Sirius spoke, with murmurs of agreement from the others, apart from Mary, who you could still hear snoring.

James was quiet, for a moment.

"You'll have to tell her at some point, before someone else does." Lily spoke wisely. "Her and Amos are getting rather close, don't you think?"

James let out a scoff that was both a little defensive and a little bit worried.

"Y/N would never date that Hufflepuff."

"So you do admit that you like her?" Lily said triumphantly.

"Love her, more like." Sirius chipped in.

James' fingers were weaving once again in your hair, though perhaps a little bit less gentle than before.

"Just leave it." His tone indicated that he no longer wanted to discuss it, and the rest of the Gryffindor's clearly picked upon the tense tone he had adopted, because the conversation shifted quickly after that.

Though you desperately wanted to mull over what had just been said, you felt the pull of sleep drag you into unconsciousness. ————— "Love."

A gentle voice awoke you, with a slight shake of your shoulders. Blearily, you blinked, opening your eyes to the Common Room, which was much lighter than it had been when you closed your eyes. The fire had died in the fireplace, leaving only a few embers behind.

"Mmm?" You replied, rubbing sleep out of your eyes. You realised that you were still lying in James' lap, and a small flush crept up your cheeks.

"I've got to go to Quidditch practice. We’ve got the match this morning.” He said quietly, giving you a sorry look.

"Have you slept down here all night?" You questioned, sitting up and stretching, feeling your bones pop and crack after your slightly uncomfortable sleeping position.

He shrugged, standing up with a stretch, his jumper pulling up and exposing a sliver of his tanned stomach. He ruffled his hair, trying to rid his bed head.

"You were asleep. I couldn't wake you, you'd probably kill me." A ghost of a grin flickered onto his face.

"Sorry." You yawned, holding out a hand for him to pull your off the sofa. He obliged.

"I've really gotta go." He said regretfully, brushing his lips against your forehead in a typical James gesture.

"Love you, Prongsie." You spoke sleepily, making to go up the stairs of your dorm to get a few hours more sleep.

"Yeah... Love you too." His speech sounded almost painful to him, but you were too tired to register it.

In fact, you were too tired to even remember the conversation you had heard the previous night until you reached the top of the stairs, and by that time, James was gone.

[lovelyysiriuss]

how i met your mother (remus au) {1/10}

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AUTHOR’S NOTE: hi everyone! i decided to publish my wattpad book onto tumblr ! fun fact: this was actually written on tumblr around 2018, a year later tho i deleted my tumblr (which i regret oh so much) but it's back and i cannot be any more happy! excuse my old way of writing, like i said this story is very old LMAO

PAIRING: Remus Lupin AU

WORD COUNT: 642

INSPO: the show "how i met your mother"

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REMUS JOHN LUPIN wanted to tell a story to his kids, an incredible story in which they've heard a million times but never actually took the time to hear every single detail.

"Kids, I'm going to tell you the story of how I met your mother." Remus began in his posh-British accent facing his children.

"Are we being punished for something?" His younger son questioned. The sandy-haired man — with an exception of a few newly welcomed gray hairs — let out a 'no.'

His older daughter sighed, "Yeah, is this going to take a while?"

The elder man nodded, "Yes," his kids rolled his eyes and laid back into their seats, "...so get comfortable in your seats because I'm going to take you back twenty-five years ago before I was 'dad' I had a whole other life."

That's when he began his story. "It was all the way back in 1987, when I was 27. Just starting to make it as a Professor, teaching the dark arts, and living in the Muggle world, aka London with James, my best friend from Hogwarts. My life was good, that was until Uncle James went and screwed the whole thing up."

James was on his knees about to utter the forsaken words in which he couldn't look back now, "Will you marry me?" he asked opening the little box which the diamond ring was held in.

Though he didn't actually say it to the woman he loved and wanted to say the words too, he was practicing to his good old, twenty-seven-year-old pal, Remus.

The messy sandy-haired man practically jumped with excitement, "Yes! Perfect, then you're engaged! You pop the champagne, drink a toast, you have sex on the kitchen floor!" Suddenly contemplating on his response for a moment, he corrected, "Don't have sex on the kitchen floor."

The brunet man nodded, "Got it, and thanks for helping me plan this out, Moony."

"Mate, are you mad? It's you and Lily! You've been chasing after this girl for years, and I've been there for all the big moments between you and her." Prongs went into the kitchen to grab two butterbeer bottles from the kitchen handing one to Remus, "The moment you met, your first date, other first things..."

James chuckled nervously rubbing his hand behind his neck, taking a sip of his beer, "Y-Yeah sorry about that mate, we thought you were asleep."

"It's physics Prongs. If the bottom bunk moves, the top one moves too." He leaned against the refrigerator for leverage for what he's about to say. "But mate do you realize you're getting engaged tonight?"

"I think I do Moons." Prongs chuckled raking a hand through his hair, "What're you doing tonight?" Asked James right when Remus was about to take a sip of his butterbeer.

Narrator Remus chose to interrupt the story, "What was I doing? Uncle Prongs was about to take a big step in his life, and me? I'm calling up your Uncle Sirius."

The moment the telephone in Sirius' apartment rang he picked it up, "Talk to me." He sternly said through the phone.

"Hi Padfoot, it's me Moony."

"Hey, so you know I've always had a thing for half-Asian girls?" Remus rolled his eyes through the other side of the phone. "Well now I've got a new favorite, Lebanese girls," Moony could practically feel him smirking through his side of the phone. Sirius then began to state, "...as a matter of fact, Lebanese girls are the new half-Asians."

Remus decided to change the topic, "Hey, so you wanna do something tonight?"

"Okay, meet me at the bar in 15 minutes. And suit up!" His excitement caused Remus to roll his eyes, hanging up the call.

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Chapter 1: What a fucking mess!

Remus knew he had to find a way to get over his stupid crush on Sirius, considering it had gone on far too long, and Pads was never going to like him the way that Remus wanted him to. And, really, it was okay. If he were Sirius, he wouldn't want to date him either, with his furry little problem (not to mention his anxiety). But he knew he had to do something before he embarrassed himself in front of Sirius and lost all his friends. It was a wonder he even had them to begin with. It only dawned on him after Justin had asked him to go to Hogsmeade together that exploring other people would be an excellent idea to get over the beautiful raven-haired boy that was constantly near him. He couldn't just tell Sirus to leave him alone with his internal struggle, but sometimes he kind of wanted to. Other times, he wanted to constantly be near his best friend, hoping that he might reciprocate his feelings. Drawing him out of his musings, Justin poked his arm with his quill.

"Earth to Remusss," he said jokingly, laughing as Remus startled and fell out of his seat. "What'd you get for question four?" A furrow grew between Justin's eyebrows as he pondered the possible response to the undoubtedly.

Remus jokingly slapped Justin on the arm as he laughed through, " Not funny."

"Then why are you laughing?"

Remus pouted from the floor and exclaimed, "Be nice, or I won't let you look at my paper, and you're going to have to figure out the side effects of Veritaserum all on your own" Justin threw his hands up in defeat before offering his hand to help Remus up. Soon their heads were bowed together, diligently working on their homework with the occasional flirtatious remark from Justin, a blooming blush on the cheeks of Remus, a scowl from Sirius, and an elbow bump from Lily, who was sitting next to Sirius.

"Stop scowling; you're going to get wrinkles. Also, Jealousy is not a good look on you" Lily followed her words with a pointed look (eerily resembling McGonagall when Sirius knew he was in trouble).

Smoothing his face out, " I'm not scowling, and I'm definitely Not, erm, Jealous. I'm just, erm, concerned for Moony."

Lily raised her eyebrows, "Right..."

"We don't even know the guy! For all, we know he could be some serial killer who is out to get poor Moony. You know they are charming, right?"

Lily groaned, "Just admit you're jealous."

Sirius's face dropped as his eyes slid over to where Justin ruffled Remus's hair. His Moony liked Justin, and he didn't like him. Sirius didn't put that blush on his face; Justin did. Hell, he was jealous. He abruptly picked up his books, and with a huff, he sped out of the library, Lily quick at his heels.

"Sirus- Sirius! Slow the fuck down! I'm sorry I didn't know it would upset you that much."

Sirus stopped and turned around, waiting for Lily to catch up, and frankly, catch her breath. "No, I know, you're right. I'm just mad and jealous. Stupid Justin!"

Lily sighed and ran her hand through her long auburn hair, "Listen, I know Sirius, but don't make Re feel bad about this. If you love him, you should support his happiness whether it is with you or someone else. Got it?"

"Okay, I love Moony and want him to be happy. Listen, Evans, I'll see you tomorrow; I'm kind of tired," and with that, he waved Lily off, heading in the direction of his dorms.

what a fucking mess

Chapter 2: Not the way I want

Sirius slumped as soon as he waved Lily off and slowly trudged towards his dorms. His shoulders dropped even lower as soon as he dejectedly closed the door. He knew that Lily was right. Sulking around filled with anger would only push Remus away. But, also, who even was this Justin guy? The only thing Sirius knew was that the hat sorted him into Ravenclaw. Perfect for his smart Moony, he thought bitterly.

James burst into the dorm with vivacity screaming while twirling his tie in the air like a lasso, "GUESS WHO JUST GOT A DATE!!!!"

His erratic gaze found Sirius's sorrowful grey eyes, and his mouth made an involuntary oh shape of realization as his best friend's feelings towards the werewolf dawned on him. Although Lily often called James dense, James knew Sirius after everything they had been through together. And right now, he knew Sirius was going through inner turmoil, and he would have done something. Or rather, he was going to do something. But a blushing Moony was behind him, and he couldn't concern Moony the day before his date. He felt for Sirius, after all, who knew better but him what it felt like to see the one you love with someone else; however, he also knew that his best friend Moony deserved to be happy, and if he was in love with Justin, then that was that. Although in his humble opinion, Sirius was much hotter. Also, who was this Justin anyway?

"Moony did," Sirius spoke ever so quietly. James had to strain to listen to him while Remus only did due to his heightened werewolf hearing.

The furrow that Remus always got while studying grew between appeared between his eyebrows, "You okay, Pads?"

Sirius clapped his hands together and tried to pull himself together, throwing his brightest and widest (and hopefully not noticeably fake smile) towards Remus. "Of course! Now Moony-mine, what are you going to wear to this date of yours? Don't you worry. I've got it covered!" And with that, Sirius fled towards Moony's closet, pulling out clothes and frowning at some while nodding at the others. Unbeknownst to the two, he had his back towards; tears were prickling his eyes as he furiously tried to contain them.

98, 91, 84, 77, 70, 63. Counting down by sevens always helped him calm down, and by the time Remus approached his dramatics, his tears were just barely contained. At least they were contained enough to hold clothes up to his Moony to decide what he would wear (it was a hard task, as everything looked good on Moony).

Whatever bullshit Sirius was trying to pull, James knew better. He definitely liked Remus. And he most certainly knew Sirius was gonna sob himself to sleep.

Remus felt his heart swoop at Sirius' nickname. Moony-mine- ugh, I wish. He wondered what was wrong with Sirius as he sounded somewhat down, although his mood sure did seem to swoop for the better once he thought of the date Remus had. Maybe he got a letter from that dreadful family of his. Just as quickly as his stomach had swooped, he felt a sharp drop. The kind you get going down roller coasters. If Sirius liked him, he surely wouldn't be holding up clothes to Remus with glee.

"Moons..."

"Hmm."

"You zoned out for a second. I picked out that green sweater. It looks perfect on you," Sirius finished softly.

"Thanks, Pads. What would I do without you" Remus spoke as he pulled his best friend (ugh) into a hug. He felt Sirius's arms snake around his shoulders and gently rub circles on his back. He sighed in comfort until Sirius pulled away.

"Love you, night Moons."

(not the way I want)

"Night, Pads, love you."

(not the way I want)

That night when Sirius sobbed into James' shoulder, the only thing James could do was wrap his arms around him, put a silencing charm up, and gently whisper, "it's okay," which only prompted Sirius to sob harder until he fell asleep.

That night Remus silently sobbed as he tossed and turned until he fell asleep, wishful thinking turning into pleasant dreams of a dark-haired best friend turned boyfriend.