wolfstar oneshots 💕 (Finished)

173. Bad Mood Not

After one particular bad moon, Hope finds herself hovering over the telephone. Does this kid even have a telephone ?

Her eyes flitted to Remus when he groaned in his sleep. She looks down and thinks again. A letter !

Hope sits on Remus' desk and starts writing on a notebook paper, addressing it to the one boy her son can't stop talking about.

"Athena, umm," Hope might never get used to talking to an owl. "Send this to Sirius Black please."

The massive, brown owl takes flight after a cheery hoot. Hope wonders if the bird actually knows where to go.

"Hope ?"

Lyall stands by the door with a bag of pain killers and salve. "You should rest, he's asleep."

"Tonight's horrible Lyall." She sighs. "Bigger wounds, almost hitting his insides."

The man squeezes his wife's shoulders. "I'll stay with him. We can switch later."

Though Lyall didn't plan on switching with his burnt out wife.

"I-I invited the boy over."

Lyall's mind crossed 3 possible names. 1 sticks out from the rest.

"Sirius ?"

Hope nodded. "Let's see if the owl gets to him. I'm no witch." She chuckles.

After a moment of rest, they silently cleaned up the mess. Folding the torn sheets and throwing away bloodied bandages.

Until a pop came from the fireplace. Lyall was quick to run down. A robber isn't something he'd like to deal with right now.

"Mr. Lupin ?" A black haired boy steps out of the fire unscathed.

"Sirius." He says in realization.

"Mrs. Lupin owled me. She said it's an emergency." Sirius hesitated. "Is he alright ?"

He has the same worried eyes as Hope, Lyall thought with a smile.

"Come, let's see him."

Sirius trudged up the stairs as quietly as he could. Lyall wonders why this boy seemed so rigid.

"He's still asleep but he's been going in and out of it."

Lyall had never seen a friend love his son like this before. He watches by the door as Sirius scans over the wounds.

"I have this ointment." He says. "Might work better than the muggle version of it."

Sirius tries a little on the cut on Remus' arm. True enough, the tissue slowly closes over the gash and creates a new layer of tender skin.

Lyall says he'll get Sirius something and before the boy could refuse, he's already skipping steps down.

"He's here ?" Hope asks, as she brews coffee for Lyall and tea for their guest.

Hope wonders what got Lyall so keyed up. "Did he do something ?"

It wasn't something he's done, rather something he has.

When Sirius knelt to apply the magical salve, his sleeves rode up and Lyall notices the marks on his arms. They mirror his son's. Only, he knows Sirius wasn't a werewolf.

Hope pats his shoulder, understanding what he meant. "I'll go talk to him."

She finds Sirius holding Remus' hand, his eyes showing concern even when Remus is dead to the world.

"He's going to be out for a couple of hours. In the mean time, help me make him cookies ?"

Sirius scrambles to his feet and wordlessly follows behind her. He's a  quick learner, mixing the ingredients as if he's done it before.

"Remember you have to melt the butter or else it's not gonna work." Hope smiles  "Remus learnt that the hard way."

She tells Sirius about that one evening when Remus was home alone, craving the cookies. He ended up with a soggy circle instead of a nice crunchy chocolate chip cookie.

"You can relax with us Sirius." She says, giving Sirius the flour. "If Remus trusts you then we trust you too. And... if you ever want to stay over, we'll gladly have you."

Sirius beams and nods. "Alright Mrs. Lupin. Thank you."

Sirius burns his hand after accidentally rubbing it in the oven. He was ready for some yelling instead, Hope takes his hand and applies Aloe on it.

"Accidents in the kitchen." She chirps. "Ah look ! it's beginning to rise."

Sirius peeks down to see. "They smell good Mrs. Lupin."

"Definitely smelling better than Lyall's motorcycle smoke."

Sirius felt his expression lighten. Hope smirks. "A little old vespa, nothing much really. He loves that thing to the bone. In fact, he's probably tinkering with it right now."

He follows Hope to the garage. Using "send him a tester cookie and milk" as an excuse.

"Thank you Sirius."

"Want me to help you sir ?"

Lyall feels his heart warm at the sight. He's like an over excited puppy.

"Come, I'll show you how to oil it."

Lyall, truthfully, does not understand much about boys liking boys or girls liking girls. It's a foreign concept for him.

He's always imagined Remus bringing home a nice girl who loves him as much as his parents do. But if love came in the form of a long haired, punk boy in Doc Martens then who was Lyall to deny something so beautiful for his son ?

Slowly, after hearing stories about this Sirius Black and after meeting him, Lyall understands why.

This boy clearly didn't come from a nice house, who probably didn't show him enough love. Even then, Sirius came at midnight just because a Werewolf wounded himself.

"Sirius, can I ask you something ?" He asks as they go back in and help clear up the kitchen.

"Sure Mr. Lupin."

"Why do you.. love Remus ?" Lyall wipes another bowl. "You're handsome and you could've picked anyone. Why my son ?"

Sirius stares at the spatula he's washing, a fond smile playing on his lips. "Your son makes me believe of better days sir. He keeps my alive and lively. I don't know what I'd do without him."

Lyall stays quiet, letting Sirius ramble on about Remus. How Remus taught Sirius how to skate for the first time, how Remus gave him a normal Christmas, how Remus showed him muggle music.

"..And his humor.. is horribly dry and corny Mr. Lupin." He chuckles. "But when he cracks one, I laugh because he's laughing and I love it when he's clutching his stomach and doubling over."

"Sirius ?"

Both of men looked up to a limping Remus. Sirius was quick to react, dropping the dishes and swiftly sweeping Remus off his feet. Literally.

"God ! Sirius I can walk !" He complains.

"No, you cannot." Sirius says sternly. "Your skin is still healing, moving will tear it back open again."

Lyall watches from the kitchen as they banter.  One scolding about staying still while the other defeatedly accepts the earful.

"Your mum made you cookies." He says cheerfully.

Lyall puts a plate down by where Remus is laid down on the couch. "Sirius helped." He patted Sirius' head.

Lyall thought it'd be best to leave them alone. Though he lingered to catch Sirius breaking the cookies into smaller pieces and feeding it to Remus, whispering things that made him blush.

"Is he alright ?" Hope's voice came out drowsy.

"He's in good hands." Lyall says before closing the door to their bedroom.

The next morning, Hope finds Sirius asleep on the carpet by Remus, their hands still joined even in their sleep. She grabs a blanket and tucks a pillow under Sirius' head.

Her son is definitely in good hands.