#remus on the other hand is simply a passenger princess

[m00neroni]

I'm currently involved in a fight against several walls on that other social media used to be called twitter because there are lots of people saying that Sirius Black wouldn't be the designated driver in the context of wolfstar and it's getting on my nerves to dangerous levels.

Please, save me.

[vqlluna]

SLEEP, MY LOVE ━━━ REMUS LUPIN

summary: Remus accidentally finds himself fallen asleep on you during a long road trip as he pleads for you to do the same

parings: f!reader x Remus Lupin, established relationship,

a/n: so this is actually my first time writing a one shot, but definitely not my first time writing. Sometimes I just have scenarios I make up that I can't add into my fics, so I've decide to spew 'em out here. If you find this, then uhmmmm enjoy?

IT HAD BEEN A WHILE since you'd taken a nice long road trip, and you wouldn't have been so much opposed to it if you weren't shoved into a large car with 8 other people. Far to many people in your opinion.

It was all Lily's idea of course, we should all leave this monotonous life for a quick getaway to the country side she said, it's no fun to be couped up in this disgusting apartment she said.

And even if you enjoyed the drive as you stuck your head out the open window, you just couldn't wait to get home to the busying streets. You were done smelling the outings of donkeys and cows.

So you sat, squished in a car filled with duffels and bags, and of course your friends. James and Lily took it upon themselves to occupy the front the seats, James giving Lily the luxury of being his passenger princess, in charge and having access to the radio in which she absolutely blasted Fleetwood Mac to the detests of James who begged to switch it back to the station where they'd just played some Bowie.

Of course he couldn't argue any further, she'd get what she'd want every time, to the full and whole detests of everyone else.

In the complete back row you could barely hear the slops as Dorcas and Marlene were all over each other, the disgust of Mary and Peter as they tried squeezing themselves far up the other side far away from the pair.

spews of, "Can you two just get a room!"

with snaps of, "You say that as if we could,"

Finally in the middle aisle, the calmest one in fact, you sat with Sirius and Remus. Sirius, knocked out like a light, sprawled his legs across both of your laps, and much to your annoyance as you were sat at the end his feet ended in yours, kicking and digging into you.

Having enough your shoved his legs onto the floor, earning an angry groan and mumble from his mouth, you simply rolled your eyes and continued to look out the window, anchoring your head on your hand which leaned itself on the ledge.

To your surprise you felt a new weight left on your shoulder. Turning your head to see what new accompanied your skin, soft brown hairs tickled you at your neck. Remus' head, along with the rest of his upper body, leaned into you at your side.

You softly smiled as you took him in. His cheek squished up against you as his mouth was only so slightly open. His chest, displaying a clean red jumper, floated up and down, and one of his legs below entangled with yours, stretched out from his height.

You could've sworn that James hitting the large speed bump with out realizing was to take this moment away from you on purpose, and not just another silly mistake, because just as everything jumped in the car Remus' eyes fluttered open before he let his lids fall down into a squint.

He woke up and looked around with his eyes in a small daze before settling on you. Figuring out that he'd squished you against the window with his nap he furrowed his brows.

"M'sorry," he muttered with a scratch from his tiredness, lifting his head away from you.

Your lips now slightly turned down in the corners, "It's okay," you uttered, taking your fingertips to his head, smoothing his hair back into place, "Didn't bother me."

Remus looked at you rather fondly, as he cocked his head you flushed from his gaze. "Yer sweet y'know that?" he mumbled. A smile fought at your frown, which you painfully tried to suppress.

Ignoring his comment you urged him on, "You should go back to sleep, love."

The boy squinted his eyes at you in suspicion, "Well are you gonna sleep?" he asked. You laughed a soft laugh through your nose.

"I don't feel tired, Rem," you said, which was much clearly a lie, the dark circles around your eyes told him as much. After all, you could never fall asleep on road trips.

Though this wasn't the same for Remus, you desperately need him to have some sleep. The two of you regretting your nightly outings from the past week.

He fully picked up his head, which now loomed right over yours. He raised an eyebrow at your statement, catching you in your lies. "What will it take to getcha to rest ya'eyes?"

"Well a queen sized bed for starts," you teased, making Remus' face fall in disappointment of your jokes.

Turning his whole torso towards you he brought his hand up to your face as he pressed his palm against your eyes, leaving you to see nothing but complete darkness.

"Rem," you whined.

"Hush, yer gonna sleep now," he quieted.

You sighed, "This is stupid." Taking his hand away in defeat Remus rolled his eyes. You wouldn't budge, but unlike James, he could stand his ground far longer than him.

Trying to get him to stop worrying you tried to assure him "I'll sleep once we get home," but that only earned you a scoff of disbelief as Remus shook his head.

"Oh we both know you're not going to do that, darling," So subtly your lips twitched at the name, and Remus always took account to notice. "-besides, we've still got like six hours, hm?"

You puckered your lips and moved them to the side, deciding whether you would let your eyes even blink for an extra two seconds. And once again the brows on Remus' face knitted together in concern, "Please, my love, promise me you'll try getting some rest,"

Remus always had a way of tugging at your heartstrings, especially when calling you names, but you were not yet set on sleeping. Besides, how could you sleep when the beauty of trees and blooming fields whipped past you.

You only caved when Remus looked down at you in a plead, his long lashes fluttering at you as he whispered, "F'me?" Because when it came to everything, you'd do anything if it was for him.

With a huff you scrunched up your face, letting him know you'd crack. He grew a wide grin, he knew what he was doing. "Fine. For you," you grumbled.

He gripped the sides of your face with both his hands as he pressed his lips to your temple. Your stomach fluttered as he praised, "That's m'girl,"

Just as swiftly, he brought his lips down to your own, planting a soft kiss as you brought your hands to wrap around his wrists. Just then the two of you heard a large annoyed groan from behind you.

Sneaking your eyes over the seats you saw Peter drag his hands down his face, "Not you two, too!" he complained. You giggled turning back as Remus captured you in his arms, resting his chin atop your head.

You closed your eyes as you exhaled, feeling your body relax. Remus found your hand and entwined his fingers in yours as he gave you one last kiss on the back of your hand and he hushed, "Thank you, darling,"

[thealphabetmurders]

The Guys Who Didn’t Like (Modern Day) Musicals

3.3k words | AO3 Link | warnings: swearing, blink-and-you’ll-miss-it Remus angst, Remus-typical language and themes

Janus knows that one day his soulmate and himself will be happy, and their love story would be a great and wonderful one... And yet if he has to hear "Freeze Your Brain" playing one more time, his soulmate may not live to see their wedding night.

(Or when your soulmate listens to music or is singing, you hear it in your own head as well.)

***

Janus was on his very last nerve. Sure, wanting to strangle your soulmate was a bit morally frowned upon, however when the song of his nightmares plays for the 4th time that day, he believes anyone would agree that those lines blur to the morally ambiguous side of things. 

Attempting to hold his composure, he waited until they were out of the lecture hall and in Virgil’s car to punch the dashboard with all his might, throwing his beanie off into the backseat, collapsing into his knees, wanting to scream. 

“Jesus Christ, Jay, what the fuck was that?” Virgil stared at his friend with wide eyes, wanting to place his hand down on Janus’ back, comfortingly, but decided against it once he analyzed the outburst, instead keeping his eyes on the road as he pulled out of the parking lot toward their shared dorm.

Janus didn’t respond, just gripped his ears as if that would make the music stop or deafen it. It didn’t, of course, seeing as it was literally in his head. 

“Just play something,” 

“J-” 

“Do it Virgil!” Janus snapped, and Virgil hit the volume button on his car, loud music from a pop punk band he did not recognize played loudly through the car speakers. The noise deafened in his head, and Janus leaned back in his seat sighing, he turned his head towards the driver, “Thank you, Virgil,” He turned his attention towards the road, sighing, before looking up at the ceiling, smirking, “Yeah, you like that, fucker? You make me listen to your shitty pop songs, now you got trash emo in your head,” 

Virgil scoffed, “Trash emo? I promise you Yellowcard is good, they have a violin, I am sure you like that with your jazz weirdness,” 

Rubbing his knuckles, Janus rolled his eyes, “Oh yes, I am sure it is used practically and it is not just a gimmick,” Virgil fell silent and Janus smirked, knowing he had won, “Apologies for my earlier, er, outburst. It is just simply so frustrating that this stupid song has been playing so much for so long,” 

“The smoothie one?” 

“Pretty sure 7-Eleven doesn’t sell smoothies, I think it is a slushie.” Janus stared out the window as Virgil’s playlist rolled to a different song, the lyrics still biting his brain with a dull ache, “Lyrics are so meaningless.” He muttered, “Freeze your brain, suck on that straw, get lost in the pain,” Janus mocked the singer bitterly, a short laugh following, “What kind of lyrics even are though. So shallow and meaningless…” 

“Wait, Freeze Your Brain, that’s from Heathers!” 

Both Virgil and Janus let out a scream that was a much higher pitch than either of them would care to admit. The car swerved over into the next lane, but Virgil corrected it once he regained his composure. 

“By the way, here is your hat back, Jannie,” Remus smiled with his pearly whites on display, acting as though he was doing the pair a service and didn’t almost kill all 3 of them by startling the driver with his unknown presence. 

“Remus! What the fuck- where did you come from,” Virgil yelled, gripping the steering wheel, knuckles white and face red with anger. 

“Well I had abnormal psych earlier in the East-” 

“It’s a figure of speech, dumbass!” Janus said sternly. 

Remus nodded, smiling, “Well, I am in your backseat of course. I got done with my classes about 15 minutes before you and didn’t feel like waiting for a bus in the cold and then walking and then my roommate getting mad at me about the snow on the floor and then us having a fight and then I have to sleep on the sidewalk again which is actually more comfortable than my acu-” 

“How did you even get in here?” Virgil growled, still obviously not over the shock of someone being in his backseat unexpectedly. 

“Door was unlocked,” 

“Sure as fuck wasn’t!” Virgil shook his head, laughing in a way that was scary to watch. The kind of laugh that a serial killer does right before ending the life of their prey. 

“Virgil, shush, Remus what were you sa-” 

Virgil scoffed, “No, Janus you shut up before I shut you up. Remus,” Virgil turned around to face his friend, anger in his eyes, and this was the first time Remus’ expression had faltered, “You don’t get to break into my car, you do not get to break into my dorm, and you don’t get to break into the breakroom at my job, or so help me God I will rearrange all of the uses of your orifices, ‘kay?” 

Remus sighed, resting his hand in his chin, “Are you sure we’re not soulmates?” His voice steeped in adoration.

Virgil opened his mouth to respond, bit his lip and shook his head, opting not to answer. Exasperated, but a little more calm. 

Janus waited a few more moments, making sure the coast was clear from any further outbursts before turning to Remus, “Anyway… My soulmate is listening to what?” 

“Oh,” Remus clapped his hands together, “Freeze Your Brain from Heathers the Musical.” 

Janus rolled his eyes, looking at Virgil, “Oh, wonderful, my soulmate like modern day musicals, just what I needed,” 

“You listen to Hamilton,” Virgil grunted.

“Hamilton is the most popular musical in the world, most likely what revived the entire modern day musical scene, it would be more shocking if Janny hadn’t listened to it,” Remus pointed out, helpfully, resting his chin on the back of Janus’ seat. 

Virgil frowned, lazily flipping his turn signal,  “Why do you know so much about theater, Reme, that isn’t exactly your scene,” 

“Yea, isn’t your favorite band-” 

“Ninja Sex Party,” Virgil finished. 

This caught Remus’ attention, he perked up in his seat and clapped his hands together, wiggling with excitement in the back seat, “Ooh yes! Danny Sexbang is fucking delicious. He makes me want to strangle an ox with my bare hands!” Remus made a gripping motion before quickly putting a finger up to his ear and closed his eyes, “Nobody showed but I'm gonna have some fun, let's get this party started it's an orgy for one, it’s me and my h-”

“Remus!” Janus cut off Remus’ singing with a clap, “I need you to focus. Whilst we all love your singing,” He side-eyed Virgil with this comment, who looked at him but said nothing, “I would like to know about your aptitude for theater knowledge,” 

“Because of the soulmate thing, right you don’t actually care about why I know so much?” Remus said, uncharacteristically seriously. 

Both Virgil and Janus felt the guilt and discomfort settle over the car. Janus laughed awkwardly to save face, “O-of course not, Remus, we like to know your thoughts and interests and-” 

Remus started cackling, “I know Janny, I’m just messing with you. If you guys didn’t like me, Black Parade over there wouldn’t have let me talk to him for 3 hours about John Wayne Gacey on Sunday,” Janus quirked an eyebrow up at Virgil who had a slight blush on his cheeks, keeping himself very focused on the road, “Anyway, my twin’s nuts for musical theater, it is all he would talk about growing up, and now he is in a production of Heathers and he will not shut up about it,” 

“Not shutting up must run in the family,” Virgil muttered, shaking his head. 

A devious smirk was plastered on Remus’ lips. “I am sure you can think of a couple ways to get me to shut up, princess,” 

Virgil gripped the steering wheel until his knuckles turned white, and Janus didn’t even want to know what was running through his friend’s head, “So, this play-” 

“Musical,” 

“Whatever. My soulmate is listening to it?” Janus frowned. He was concerned, but a little relieved. There have been countless stories of people having to learn a different language because the native tongue doesn’t match what music is in their soulmate’s head. Happened enough that he gets shitty Facebook adverts for language classes, specifically for soulmate related reasons. 

“Seems that way. Actually, our uni’s theater is putting it on, that’s where my brother is performing it. Do you think maybe…” Remus trailed off, quirking up an eyebrow. 

Janus frowned, thinking, “It is possible, yes. Do you think your brother would mind if we sat in on his rehearsals?”

Remus smiled, “Not at all, he loves the attention, I am sure if we go now we’ll be able to catch the end,” 

Virgil groaned, parking the car at their dorm, “So, you’re telling me we just got back to our dorm and now you want me to leave and drive all the way back?” 

“Better punch it Emo Alfred, love is on the line!” Remus ruffled the back of Virgil’s hair who smacked him away, pulling out of the parking lot and driving back towards campus. 

Virgil and Remus began bickering with one another like children , but Janus was not paying much attention to them, he was trapped in his own thoughts. His calm demeanor as he stared out the window of the passenger sat did not match the nervous energy coursing through his body. The music played loudly through Virgil’s car speakers but there was still a dull rhythm in his head where his soulmate's music was still playing. 

 Maybe Janus’ soulmate would hate him. He was not exactly a fan of musicals (plays being more his speed, though he has never been one to be confined to the stage to have a flair for the dramatics), which is a red flag, seeing as that is mainly what his soulmate listens to. What if they are destined to hate one other? What if throughout the great expanses of time and space, the strings of fate connected their two selves just because it would be on sight any time they make eye contact (the homoeroticism of that is not lost on Janus, though he would be an even bigger liar if made himself believe that he did not want a romantic relationship). 

“Jan, we are here,” Virgil put a tentative hand on Janus’ shoulder after he turned the car off. Someone less timid than himself may have jumped, but he was better trained than that, so he simply looked at Virgil, nodding, before exiting the car. 

Shoving his beanie on over his ears and shoving his hands in his coat pocket, he walked with purpose towards the theater, head down and feet hitting hard against the ground, lightly dusted with snow. 

“Remus why- fuck- why do you never talk about your brother?” Virgil pulled his hoodie closer around his middle, the light material not made for weather in the negatives. 

Remus wordlessly pulled off his coat, throwing it over Virgil shoulders, “Same reason you don’t hear me constantly talking about Kanye West: insufferable egomaniacs do not really need any more attention,” He spat out like venom. “Besides, don’t want you to abandon me once you meet Roman because he is just perfect,” He laughed like normal but no one could ignore the intent behind his words. Virgil and Janus side eye’d one other, never hearing Remus speak so seriously. 

Janus swallowed thickly, “Y’know, Remus, we do not even know if Roman is my soulmate. We do not have to go meet him, it is honestly not that important to me,” 

Skipping up the steps, Remus grabbed the doors to the theater, holding it open to his two friends. He snorted at Janus' comment, pulling off his hat and messing up his hair, “Liar,” Essentially ending the debate in a very short, very Remus way. 

The entrance to the auditorium was modest and did not have many decorations. The area is mainly filled with old posters advertising previous shows, as well as accolades for the directors and actors, the newer ones stating a couple familiar names. Virgil and Janus looked at the posters for a little bit before they were summoned by the twin. 

He followed the two towards a side door that opened up backstage. It was dark, but Janus could just make out Virgil pushing his sleeves over his hands, biting his thumbnail. Janus shrugged off his coat, setting it down on a nearby table and fiddled with his winter gloves, beginning to get an uneasy feeling as well. 

“Not to be that guy,” Virgil said in a low voice, grabbing onto Janus’ bicep, “But do you seem to get the feeling we are not supposed to be here?” 

Janus hummed, “I think we are incredibly welcome. Why else would we have to sneak through the back and creep around in the dark?” 

“Remus, why ex- Wait, where is Remus,” Virgil asked in a hushed whisper. 

“Brother!!” Was yelled, followed by a crashing sound. Janus and Virgil looked at each other before rushing towards the noise, finding themselves on a set that looked like a convenience store. Janus saw a girl with short black hair standing near them, looking at the pair confused and Remus on the ground on top of another body. 

“Remus!” The figure pushed Remus off of him before scrambling to stand up. Janus' heart stopped. 

“Oh,” He thought to himself, before praying to any Gods above that might exist, “Please don’t make Remus get us kicked out,” 

The man who Janus cleverly deduced was Roman brushed off his black pants (now covered with sawdust) and ran a hand through his hair, which matched Remus black curls but seemed to be actually styled. Roman held out a hand to Remus who took it, but instead of standing up, pulled Roman back down onto the ground with him. 

Someone towards the front of the stage cleared their throat and sighed, “Salutations once again, Remus. Why do we… Let’s take a 10,” The man sighed, adjusting his glasses before making a sharp exit leaving just the 4 of them on stage. 

“By the grace of Poseidon above, Remus, what exactly did I say about coming to my rehearsals unannounced,” 

Remus tapped his chin, playing with the stubble, thinking, “That I can come anytime and do whatever I want?” 

“No. To not to. Very simple. Just don’t,” Roman sighed standing up, tentatively offering his hand out to Remus again, with a pained expression. Remus’ expression softened as he took Roman’s hand, standing up slightly…. Before falling onto his backside again, taking Roman with him again.

Roman groaned as Remus cackled wildly, “Jeez, are you sure you are the one who got a scholarship, or did they confuse us again?” 

Running a hand through his hair, Roman stood up before backing away like a frightened animal, “It was a theater scholarship, thank you, not a scholarship to avoid being tricked by my tormented, tirisome twin. How did you even get in here... again?” 

“Door was unlocked,” 

“Sure as fuck wasn’t!” Roman ran a hand through his hair, looking down at his brother and finally making eye contact with Janus and Remus across the stage. His cheeks subtlety colored before smiling, walking towards the pair. 

“Oh, I was not aware that Remus had brought an audience this time. I am Roman Prince. I would apologize for his behavior but seeing as your expressions are as externally exasperated as mine, I assume you are used to his… Shenanigans,” Roman’s tone seemed tired but his expression still seemed quite fond.

“Used to it a kind way of putting it,” Virgil grumbled, as Remus ran over, throwing an arm around his shoulder, which made Virgil wear that same fond expression. 

Remus smiled, “This cutie is Virgil, hands off, but this intimidating looking dude right here is Janus. He likes debating, philosophy, vintage style music, and he hates society and styling his hair,” 

Janus bowed his head, instinctively adjusting his beanie, “Thank you Remus for that kind introduction, I am sure Roman wanted that,” 

Roman laughed, “I don’t mind. I hate society and also listen to my fair share of vintage music,” 

“Oh, yea?” 

“Yea, well,” Roman rolled his eyes fondly, “Not exactly by choice. My soulmate listens to that style of music and holy Hephaestus' hammer there is a lot of swing. I mean it is good, but I almost feel bad because ballads before Britney Spears I am not particularly interested it,” 

“My soulmate will not stop playing music from the dreaded musical Heathers, I swear if I have to hear it again I am going to find my soulmate and strangle him,” 

Roman’s expression went from intrigued to devious, the expression makes the difference between Remus and Roman almost indistinguishable, “Oh really?” He smirked, “Did it go something like…” Roman backed up a little bit, standing in the middle of the stage but facing Janus stage left, “ I've been through ten high schools, they start to get blurry, no point planting roots 'cause you're gone in a hurry. My dad keeps two suitcases packed in the den, so it's only a matter of when…” 

Janus' eyes widened to the size of saucers, as he completely forgot the reason they came to the theater was because the theater department was putting on a production of that “dreaded musical” Janus was entranced either way, the mesmerizing voice that has played in his head all his life was standing right in front of him. He looked behind him to gauge Remus and Virgil’s reaction, but the pair must have left the stage without him noticing. 

Roman walked around the stage, still singing, following some choreography he is sure, but another part of him says it cannot be, because it looks so natural, like Roman is the singer, like this was real life and the world is his musical.

The band didn’t need to play, because Janus remembered every beat and every flourish from the countless times it has played in his head. And yet, he is not annoyed this time. It would be impossible to be, when Roman on stage is the most glorious and breathtaking thing. Like a shooting star or fireworks or a tasteful nude- you just cannot look away, even if you wanted to. 

“Just freeze your brain, freeze your brain, go on and freeze your brain…” Roman stopped right in front of him, “Try it,” He spoke, lightly stroking Janus’ cheek with the back of his hand, and God did he want to kiss Roman right there. To taste the faux cherry slush that he imagined was on his lips and tongue… But he didn’t, because he could barely move under Roman’s touch. 

“I-” Janus opened his mouth to speak after a while, “That was- uh- that was alright,” Janus stuttered, fiddling with the ends of his glove. Roman threw his head back, laughing, “I am not one to typically enjoy the, er, modern day musical but you seemed to carry that incredibly well,” 

Roman shrugged, “I was born for this,” He retracted his hand and did a purrete, a soft smile present on his lips. 

“Would you want to go to the cafe with Remus, Virgil, and I? I would understand if you say no, Remus has been kicked out of that cafe too many times to count on one- no- to count on six hands,” 

Roman ran a hand through his hair, “Yes, that seems incredibly on brand for my brother. That pugnacious peasant has no idea how to control his inhibitions,” 

Janus squinted his eyes, smirking slightly, “Do you ever stop with the word play?” 

Roman smiled, real and genuine this time, “No. I suppose that would be something you have to get used to, huh?”

Taking Roman’s hand, he laced their fingers together, “Stop playing show tunes 24/7, and I think I will be able to manage,” 

“Play a song from the 21st century once and while and I think we have a deal,” 

Janus crossed his fingers behind his back, a devious smirk on his lips, “Oh, of course, my Prince,” 

[wineauntenergy]

Remus banged his head against the wall. His flight had been delayed again, and he would’t be getting back to London until the next morning.

Dragging his feet, he set out to find a place comfortable enough to sleep. The airport felt like a ghost town, since two am wasn’t really a time people wanted to dedicate to wandering around in the dark. Nearly all the lights were out, and there wasn’t a soul in sight, besides the few other passengers of his flight who hadn’t been able to book a hotel room for the night.

He settled on just laying down on a couple of seats by his gate, and tried to doze of.

Yeah, that wasn’t going to work. It had only been ten minutes, and his back was already aching. Not to mention the annoying bastard snoring behind him.

Remus tried to ignore the sounds, but it seemed impossible. He turned around, determined to wake some sixty year old man up and tell him to shut the fuck up, thank you and please, but a very different person than what he had been expecting laid on the row of stools at his back.

A young man, probably close to his own age, was sleeping face up with his shoulder length black hair sprawled around his face.

Remus felt as though he’d been tricked. His whole plan was now ruined, because he could absolutely not wake this man up. He preferred not getting any rest over having to interact with what could very well be the prettiest boy he’d ever seen. Dying of exhaustion was a positive outcome in this scenario.

But god, did he snore loudly and obnoxiously for someone that attractive. And Remus was, well, to put it lightly, about to pass out. So he made the decision that would most likely end up in a very awkward conversation.

As he tapped the man’s shoulder with a shy finger, he half hoped that he’d have the ugliest eyes in the world, to make up for the rest of him being criminally handsome. That would certainly make the whole thing less embarrassing for him.

But, lo and behold, his eyes were as lovely as one would have expected. Remus’ breath stopped for a second, in regret. Oh god, he was awake. No turning back now.

“Holy shit, am I dead? Are you an angel?” The stranger’s voice, hoarse with sleep, surprised Remus.

“What? No, I’m not an angel. And I think you’re alive?” He cocked his brow, all nervousness lost. This man was an idiot, of that he was sure. “Why the fuck would you be dead?”

The stranger chuckled, and covered his eyes with his hand, embarrassed. He peeked at Remus from between his fingers before he explained.

“Just not used to being woken up by cute boys at...” He checked his phone quickly. “... two thirty am. To what do I owe you the pleasure?” He sat up, facing Remus, who was still looking at him as though he’d lost his mind.

“I’m going to pretend I didn’t just hear all... that, and get to the point.” Remus sighed, rubbing his eyes tiredly. “I’m absolutely knackered, and I can’t very well sleep if you keep sounding like a buzz saw.” Sleep deprived, Remus had never been too discrete. Considering he’d been ready to yell at an old man for the same crime, he thought he’d been very nice to the snoring beauty.

“That’s great mate, I sure as hell don’t snore, but I’ll try to breathe quieter if that satisfies the princess and the pea.” Huffing, the man laid down again.

Remus couldn’t help but let out a laugh.

“You sound like a train, Rapunzel.”

The boy shot up once again.

“Do not!”

“Do too!” Intrigued by the person he’d been arguing with, Remus felt as though he’d lost all interest in sleeping.

“Listen here, smartass. One, my name is not Rapunzel, it’s Sirius.” The boy- Sirius- spoke confidently, with a finger up, as if giving a speech. You could hear a smile creeping underneath his pretend serious voice. “Two, I do absolutely not snore. Now, if you’d be so nice, could I get your name? So I know who to sue for defamation of character.”

Remus snickered, amused by Sirius’ curious gaze. “Remus. My name is Remus. You should know I’m represented by the very best lawyer in town. We’d kick your ass.”

“In that case I’ll have no option but to drop the lawsuit. I’m afraid there’s one thing I’ll need for compensation, though.” He was no longer trying to hide his grin, and god, Remus swore his whole stomach flipped. Judging by the faint blush on Sirius’ cheeks, the flirting was not simply banter.

“Shoot. My team and I will see what we can do.”

“As you so rudely decided to wake me up, and I clearly can not go back to sleep now, knowing a handsome bloke I could potentially chat up is sleeping merely meters away from me, I demand you stay up and keep me company. How’s that?”

Remus shot an eyebrow up.

“Who’s saying you’re chatting me up, huh?”

“Angel, we both now the answer to that.”

Needless to say, the very next morning, both of them wanted to die. But hey, they’d each acquired a new contact on their phones.

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If you read through that whole mess, I’m sorry and thank you