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Sundays

Word count: 593

Sundays were always his favourite, Sunday's were chocolate pancakes and sugary coffee, Sunday's were fluffy socks and rain, Sunday's were pure poetry. Each Sunday when he awoke, the sweet smell wafting from the kitchen comforted him because he knew not just what it was, but who had made it. He put on his slippers and padded through to the kitchen where his boyfriend stood humming and flipping pancakes.

"Good morning, my love." Remus yawned, sitting on a stool by the kitchen island, the orange beams of morning sun casting lines of light on his chest and arms.

Sirius grinned and turned around when he heard his lover enter "good morning my darling, pancakes are almost ready."

Sirius always looked gorgeous on Sundays, he wore only boxers and an old band shirt, hair tied up in a bun with his wand keeping it in place. Sometimes, if Remus was lucky, he would lose something and have to use his wand, he would pull it out and let his hair ripple down his neck before resting gently on his shoulder. Remus' thoughts came to a halt as Sirius served up a plate of perfectly stacked pancakes, syrup delicately dripping down the sides.

"Do you remember our first kiss?" Remus asked as he began to cut into the mountain of sweetness.

"Of course I do, Rem. I had just won us a quidditch game, obviously, because I'm awesome," Sirius grinned cheekily "and it started raining, proper chucking it down. James, Lily and Peter all ran into the changing rooms for cover, but you came down from the stands and on to the field to stand with me." Sirius recalled as he leaned over the kitchen island.

"You looked cute in the rain, although you smelled like wet dog," both of them laughed "I told you how proud of you I was... and you kissed me." Remus smiled fondly.

"Yeah... crazy how far we've come since then, isn't it?" Sirius smiled, almost sadly. Memories of all they've done washed over the two of them, but as did the memories of all they've lost.

"Hey, it's Sunday. Let's not dwell, we couldn't have saved them even if we wanted to." Remus said gently, placing his hand over Sirius' to comfort him.

"You're right, my love. Finish your breakfast, I'm gonna go grab your fuzzy socks and find you a book to read, any suggestions?" Sirius said, standing up properly.

"Your pick, darling. You know what I like." Remus smiled up at his lover, fondly.

Sundays were his favourite, because it was just he and Sirius. Just the two of them enjoying their time together. Not anymore... now everything is different, Sundays are simply a cruel reminder of what once was, Sundays are cold and unforgiving, Sundays are loneliness and pain. No longer does peach light illuminate every room in the house, no longer does the smell of chocolate pancakes waft through the house, no longer do Sundays mean fuzzy socks and tranquility.

Ever since Remus lost Sirius everything has just been one long, drawn out nightmare. The kind you wake up from at 3am with tears streaming down your face, the ones that make you feel your heart wrenching in your chest and kill the butterflies that might once have fluttered in your stomach.

So now, when he walks through to the kitchen on a Sunday morning, he doesn't stop to admire his boyfriend. He doesn't have pancakes served to him on his favourite plate which resembles a full moon. He doesn't have socks and a book ready by the fire. He makes himself a slice of toast with butter and then spends the day working. No longer are Sundays joyous occasions, they're just another chord in the perpetual sad song his life now felt like.