wolfstar oneshots 💕 (Finished)

137. My Boyfriend is A Wizard

Inspired by that song, My Girlfriend is a Witch or sum
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Remus swears Sirius is weird in all levels. Don't get him wrong, he loves him for that but sometimes, something tells him he's a little weirder than he thought.

That one time, Remus came home early to find Sirius baking in the kitchen. All normal, Sirius recently took up baking. When he walked past the narrow kitchen door, he swears he saw the bowl mix itself in mid-air. His eyes rounded and he had to back track.

"Sirius I-" But Remus shut immediately. The bowl was in Sirius' hands.

"Yes ? I'm making banana bread, wanna help ?" Sirius turned to him with the warmest smile and Remus felt his knees weaken.

"Of course."

Remus guessed he must've been seeing things. Maybe too tired from work.

On another day, Sirius stayed in the gardens to paint. Remus had an earful that morning on how beautiful the sunlight is today and that he had to paint right now.

So Remus watched him set his easel fondly from inside the living room. Cup of coffee in hand and he turns to get another cup for Sirius.

Just when he turns back, Remus' jaw dropped when he saw the brushes smear paint... by themselves. While Sirius watched and swayed his finger from time to time, as if telling the brushes to move.

Remus shook his head and blinked. No, Sirius was holding the brushes. Yes, brushes don't paint themselves. A human hand must hold the brushes. Remus, again, thought he's seeing things.

The last incident was in Sirius' work room. Sirius loves sewing and designing. They dedicated 1 room in their home just for that. It had rolls of fabric, a sewing machine and as usual, a creepy mannequin.

Remus was walking to the bathroom next to it. As his habit, Remus glanced to his side. He had to slap himself.

Did that mannequin just change poses, on it's own ? The scissors weren't cutting the purple satin without Sirius' help right ? The sewing machine didn't work itself ???

"Remus ? What's up ? Is something wrong ?" Sirius' called for him from the other direction.

"Uhh, no." Remus met Sirius' eyes before looking back.

And no, the sewing room was not sewing independently. The scissors lay dead on the table and the machines were off.

"Yeah, it's kinda messy in there. I'll clean it up don't worry."

Remus felt the kiss on his cheek but his mind was still second guessing everything he thought he'd seen.

Was their house haunted ? No, it's a new building ! Was he hallucinating and need professional help ? Maybe..

So he sat Sirius down one evening. Gave both of them a cup of tea and got ready to have the talk.

"Sirius so uhh... I think I want to see a therapist or something of that sorts."

Sirius nodded. He took Remus' hand in his. "Is there a particular reason why ? Maybe we can fix it here before heading their way. I can research some doctors around here."

"I'm seeing things in the corner of my eye Sirius. When I passed you in the bathroom, I thought I saw your reflection pointing to the smudge on your lips ! It's so weird !"

Remus felt Sirius' hand turn cold. The color seem to drain from Sirius usually warm, pink skin.

"Uhh... Have you told anyone else about this ?" Sirius asked slowly, as if talking to a wounded animal.