#remus is taller than sirius but sirius has more badass energy so it evens out

[always-arrives-overdone]

Wolfstar Cooking Class AU

Hi, so, literally nobody asked for this... and I’ve never posted on here before. But I wrote this a few hours ago and was like “yo, I’m gonna post this to tumblr,” cause why not? So, here it is, a Wolfstar cooking class au, because it’s always been a personal belief of mine that Sirius is excellent at cooking and Remus just sucks at it. :)

It’s some advanced cooking class that focuses on international cuisine

Sirius is taking the class because he likes cooking, is really good at it, and wants to improve his skills and learn how to make more diverse dishes.

Remus is taking it because his cooking skills are abominable. He can barely get cup noodles right. He meant to sign up for a beginner class but messed it up and is too shy to ask to change it.

They, naturally, got paired together to work at the same stations (idk how cooking classes work I’m just thinking of the way it was set up in that one episode of suite life on deck LMAO).

Remus is terrified by this suave, leather-jacket-clad, beautiful boy with dark hair pulled into a bun… and who seems to know exactly what he’s doing. Sirius is immediately taken by the adorable, slightly gangly, quiet boy with a sweater so big that he gets flour all over the ends of his sleeves on the first day.

Remus, after the first class, decides to remedy his perpetual state of being freezing by layering—a jacket over his long sleeve shirt, which he takes off when he gets to class. And oh does Sirius appreciate that—especially because Remus can roll up his sleeves now.

Remus is usually too busy making a right fool of himself to notice Sirius glancing over at him, but when he does notice, he just assumes it’s because Sirius is lamenting the fact that he’s been paired with an idiot.

Their conversations start with idle small talk—Remus, after the first two classes, realizes he can’t pretend that he knows what he’s doing anymore and reveals that he accidentally signed up for the wrong class—and Sirius assures him that they’ll make a competent cook of him yet.

Then their discussions move gradually to getting to know one another more… Remus discovers that Sirius is a Theatre major and Business minor, Sirius is not surprised when Remus tells him he is double majoring in English and History with a minor in French. They bond over their love of books, though Remus ultimately nerds out the hardest when they gush about it—and while Remus has the inability to dislike a book, Sirius can rather vehemently tear down one that he’s read and hated, like The Great Gatsby (Remus claims he only hated the characters, not the book itself). And on the flipside, while Remus can hold himself rather competently in a discussion about art, Sirius has to be shushed by the teacher sometimes because his rushed whispers become a bit too loud when talking to Remus about the last lesson he had in his art history class—he’s particularly fond of Impressionism, Neo-Impressionism, and Hyper-Realism (and he recognizes how bizarre the grouping of those styles is). Remus talks about his best friend Lily, who’s in loads of his classes, though she’s a poly-sci major, and Sirius goes on and on about his roommate James, who’s on his university’s football team and brilliant in all of his classes.

They realize they’re in the same year but go to different schools. And anyway, they’re both too nervous around the other to try and risk anything by asking for more than the hour long interactions they get at each class. Sirius, who found Remus’s ability to mess up even the simplest recipes endearing, finds his slow and steady progress (he even correctly whipped up meringue once! With Sirius staring into the bowl and telling Remus when to stop) even more lovable. And Remus is still completely infatuated by Sirius’s ability to master anything, from a béarnaise sauce to a plate of stir-fried veggies and tofu, and make it look easy—and look good while doing it.

If their hands sometimes touch while reaching for the same ingredient or knife, Remus stammers and moves his hand back, the first few times from fear of having done something wrong (still nervous at the stove), and all the times after that from fear of having Sirius see his expression or extremely red face. And Sirius always notices this response, disappointed the first few times, because he thinks Remus doesn’t like him, smirking all the times after that because Remus’s reaction gives him hope.

When a girl in their class walks up to their table after one lesson and begins to flirt with Sirius while they clean up, Remus averts his eyes and focuses very diligently on his work station, scrubbing one spatula particularly vigorously—doing his best not to listen, but unable to help himself. And when Sirius realizes what exactly she’s doing, and tells her that he’s into blokes, Remus turns his head ever so slightly to watch her leave, a small smile forming on his face. And when Sirius looks over at him, scratching the back of his neck and looking a little nervous, Remus’s smile gets a little bigger, but he looks away quickly and puts the poor spatula back in the drawer.

And then the last week of classes rolls around, and Sirius asks Remus if he plans on signing up for another. Remus admits that while he has definitely improved, he thinks he’d pass out if he had to make dishes even more difficult than the ones they’d made in this class.

Oh, Sirius thinks, he hated the class.

“Well wait,” Remus rushes to cover for himself, seeing Sirius’s expression turn from friendly to disappointed, “don’t get me wrong, I loved the class. I—well I just know I wouldn’t be able to handle myself in a harder one—err, I mean I—” he stammers, wanting to come up with the right thing to say… He’d take another class if Sirius was there, but what he’d really like is to see Sirius outside of a cooking class, to touch his delicate artist’s hands another time besides when reaching for the same item.

Seeing Remus stammering, his cheeks taking on that adorable rosy color they always do when he messes something up, makes Sirius realize what exactly was going on here, and he shushes Remus and gives him a genuine smile. “I know,” he says, and turns back to the page with the recipe they’re working on.

Remus stops stammering, but then is confused. I know? He thinks, What does he know?

Remus can’t help but be a bit jumpy during the class, accidentally burning coconut milk two times before Sirius gently takes the pan from him and tells him to chop up the carrots instead. And when the time comes to clean up their space, he takes forever to scrub the streaks of burned coconut off his pan, and he drops the paper towel roll when he realizes Sirius is still there, standing at the sink two over from him. He looks around the room and realizes they’re the only ones left; even the teacher had left by then. Why had Sirius taken so long to clean up too?

He then bends down to pick up the roll, and when he straightens back up, Sirius is standing right next to him. He manages to keep from jumping again, and instead gulps, though his mouth has gone dry.

“You’re so jumpy today,” Sirius says, taking the roll from Remus and setting it on the counter next to them.

“Yeah,” Remus starts, “I uh… I guess messing up the coconut milk twice in a row sorta set me on edge.”

Sirius tilts his head to the side, giving Remus a disbelieving look. Remus swears he sees Sirius’s eyes drop to his lips. Suddenly the pit of his stomach drops out beneath him.

“You were acting weird before then, though,” Sirius says, taking another small step towards Remus.

Surely the room itself is vibrating, right?

“I—” Remus begins, before Sirius gently touches his shoulder.

“I mean, right now,” Sirius says, a concerned look on his face. “You’re shaking…”

“I…” Remus gulps again, now it’s his time to glance at Sirius’ mouth, the way his lips are slightly parted. He raises his eyes to Sirius’s again; he decides to be bold for once. “You kind of have that effect on me.”

Sirius’s eyebrows raise slightly, a look of quiet shock in his eyes—but how is that shocking? Isn’t it obvious how hopelessly Remus has pined after him for the past couple of months?—before he lifts his hand from Remus’s shoulder to his face, where he brushes his thumb against his cheek.

“Don’t worry, you have the same on me. I’m just a little better at hiding it.”

Remus laughs weakly, the swirling feeling in his stomach increasing even more as Sirius begins to lean towards him, eyes on his mouth once again. He must hear Remus’s quick intake of breath, because he pauses, raising his eyes to Remus’s before asking, “Can I kiss you?”

Remus gives him an inimitably small nod, hand reaching to the back of Sirius’s neck as Sirius’s lips meet his, and Sirius is kissing him—really kissing him. It starts gentle, nervous, and rather quickly morphs into something faster, harder. Remus tugs on Sirius’s hair, Sirius wraps his arm around his waist and pulls Remus against him—Remus throws his hand to the counter to steady himself and hits a pan, pushing it into the sink and making a clattering noise.

Remus pulls back and tries to steady the pan, though it already stopped spinning. He turns back to Sirius, who hasn’t let go of his waist, and knows that his smirk has something to do with the fact that Remus’s face is bright red.

“Fancy getting some coffee?” he asks, letting go of his waist but not moving back.

“Tea,” Remus responds, “but yes.”

Sirius’s responding smile makes Remus blush again, but not from embarrassment.