Random Oneshots

Lie To Me (Angsty Wolfstar with Remus/Tonks and a bit of Drarry sprinkled in)

I'm not sorry

This made me cry

This is one of the longest oneshots I think I've ever written

This isn't word for word of the song, but you'll see a resemblance to the lyrics throughout

Lie To Me-Acoustic by Five Seconds Of Summer- https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wegBZ-Gg288

The first thing Sirius noticed was that Remus didn't look as happy to see him as he'd hoped. Sure, they'd hugged, and Snivellus called them 'an old married couple,' but the smiles never reached Remus' eyes. It was like Remus couldn't quite believe that Sirius was innocent. Sirius couldn't blame him. 14 years of believing your best friend and the love of your life murdered his and your best friends all to find out he was completely innocent. It does mess with your head a bit. Not as much as spending 14 years in Azkaban for a crime you didn't commit. But a bit.

The second thing Sirius noticed was Remus didn't sit with him at Order meetings anymore. Back in the day of the First War, they were practically joined at the hip. They stayed in their group of 5 (would-be 6 with little Harry on the way) most of the time, until that night. Now, he sat with Sirius' (favorite) cousin, Nymphadora Tonks. He obviously needed someone to help him cope. Sirius just wishes he was there to help Remus.

Sirius forgot how demanding the Order was. It's 3am, and they're all sitting at the dining table in Grimmauld place, deciding the next plan of action after the latest attack on a muggleborn mage's family (if anyone knows the gender-neutral term for witch/wizard please tell me). Everyone looked exhausted, but even more so Remus. He looked disheveled to the highest extent. Tonks was sitting next to him, looking equally disheveled. Throughout the meeting, they exchanged small glances and whispered quietly to each other. Sirius felt a pull at his heart. They were like that at Order meetings. Oh, Sirius thought, they're together. Sirius felt like he could cry.

The moonlight was hitting his face just right, and Sirius instinctively touched the tattoo on his arm of the changing moon phases. He had gotten it the Christmas he turned 18. Remus snuck them out of the Potter's and out into Muggle London. They went to the first tattoo shop they found. Remus asked to see the portfolios of the artists there, but Sirius knew what he wanted the minute he fell in love with the beautiful Werewolf beside him. He wanted The Moon with The Dog Star next to it. That was the first time Remus had kissed him in public. The next time the 4 of them went to Diagon Alley, Sirius snuck off to find a wizard tattoo shop. He'd had the tattoo enchanted to show the phases of the moon in real time. Remus had cried when Sirius had shown him.

Sirius excused himself. He couldn't look at Remus and Tonks together anymore. The only thing that had kept him sane in Azkaban was the thought that Remus was out there somewhere, and the memories of them at Hogwarts made him happy. Sirius had hoped Remus was happy too. Sirius just didn't expect him to find his happiness in someone else.

He had wandered around the house until he came to the wall with the Black Family Tree. Sirius stared at his name, burnt almost unrecognizably. He traced his finger from his name to Tonks'. They were cousins. She obviously didn't know about him and Remus. She was too nice to not say anything to him about it. The tears came without warning, and Sirius didn't even acknowledge them until they had dropped from his face. He always knew he would be a second choice, though he never expected his cousin. As he heard footsteps approaching, he quickly swiped at the tears.

Remus rounded the corner, "Alright mate?"

"Yeah," Sirius sniffed, "Fine. Just thinking about that young mage's family." Sirius sent up his apologies to their family for using them as an excuse for his own pathetic life. Remus gave him a pat on the back and a smile and walked out, most likely to check on Tonks. Sirius felt his heart crumbling and falling to his feet. He couldn't hate his cousin, no matter how hard he tried. Remus Lupin was ethereal, and trying not to love him was like trying to force the sun not to rise. He was beautiful, but if you looked too long, it'd hurt.