"Can i try?" Sirius asked as he sat across from remus.
"Uh, sure" Remus chuckled, he handed it over and watched from the side.
Sirius tried to have a blow, but stopped and coughed rapidly. Remus laughed in his face and took the cig back.
"You get used to it." Remus waved of as he took and other blow.
Sirius looked at him. Remus was sitting leaned on the window, sirius on the other side watching his side profile.
The scars that crossed over his face stood out particularly in this kind of light. Sirius' breath caught in his throat. This time, not because of the smoke. Well, the grey clouds floating out as remus relaxed against the windowsill.
How he was holding the fag between his fingers, with his old sweater pulled up to his elbows.
His scarred arms that he only ever let his closes friends see, only the three of them.
Sirius let his eyes wander when remus curled his lips for the last time that night and he stubbed out the cigarette outside on the roof. Remus' lips were chewed and chapped but all sirius wanted was to-
'Oh god,' sirius thought.
'I fancy Remus Lupin!'
***
In the boys dorm with the curtains closed, sirius was not near to sleeping.
How could he? He fancies his best friend, not only that but he's a he.
No, no way. Sirius Black was not a fucking queer.
A.N- sorry this is shit, I've got COVID and have been struggling a lot with headaches and backpain. So sitting up and just watching a screen is often too much for me. But im getting better. :)
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FanfictionRegulus defended his blood traitor brother In front of his Slytherin "friends" and they didn't take it nicely. Or Regulus gets a bed head injury that leads to him going deaf.
