Random OneShots

Crash into me

By: Jadewing47 on Ao3

Wolfstar

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It isn't even five whole minutes into the beginning of their sixth year at Hogwarts that Remus Lupin both simultaneously has his freckled nose buried in a book and notices that something is horribly wrong with his boyfriend.

"You look like shite, mate!" James Potter, sitting across from him next to Peter Pettigrew, chuckles (though Remus can see the flash of anxiety poorly concealed beneath his hazel eyes) as Sirius Black all but stumbles into their train compartment, already fully dressed in his school robes, his face paler than Remus has ever seen it be and his slender hands trembling at his sides just slightly. He settles himself beside Remus in the corner that's been left for him, sitting stiff and withdrawn, shooting James a weak glare but saying nothing. James' eyes look onto Remus' for a split second before he turns to Peter, diving back into their enthusiastic conversation involving something about Quidditch that Remus pays absolutely no attention to. Instead, he tucks his worn book away in his bag sitting beside him, turning to face his boyfriend leaning against the train wall running his tongue across a split lip, tiny flakes of dried blood melting off from the heat of his tongue.

"What happened?" Remus whispers, scooting a bit closer to Sirius, who flinches just slightly at the movement. Remus' insides freeze.

"I fell down the stairs." Sirius' voice lacks any emotion, his eyes cloudy and far-away like they always are after breaks.

"You always seem to fall down the stairs at home," Remus mutters, unable to keep the bitter tone from coating his words and frowning when Sirius only seems to shrink further into himself at the comment. Sirius' shoulders come up in a half-shrug. Remus drops the subject like they always seem to do.

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Sirius doesn't usually make a ton of noise, if any, whenever he has a nightmare. In fact, the only times Remus ever wakes up for them is when Sirius sleeps with him, otherwise, the raven uses silencing charms on his bed and is almost noiseless when he creeps out from under the covers for a starlit smoke to soothe his nerves.

Tonight, however, is different. Remus is jolted from a restless sleep by a crashing sound coming from his left side. He sits up in bed just in time to watch Sirius' back with bleary eyes as he stumbles into the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind him, the sound of strangled retching filling the otherwise still night air. Out of the corner of his eye, Remus sees James' figure shoot up in his bed across the room, rubbing at his eyes.

"What the fuck-"

"It's alright," Remus interrupts his friend distractedly, "I've got him. Go back to sleep." Not bothering to wait for James to respond he slips out of his bed, the floor froze against his bare feet, crossing the room to the bathroom and knocking gently on the door. "Pads? Are you alright?" Sirius doesn't respond. "I'm coming in, alright?" Remus is answered by more sounds of strangled puking. He opens the door, heart immediately breaking at the sight in front of him: Sirius on his knees in front of the toilet, impossibly pale fingers gripping at the rim and seeming to be the only thing keeping him upright as he heaves into the bowl, nothing more escaping his lips. He seems to have not quite made it there in time, judging by the red-tinged vomit splattered on the tiled floor and down his long-sleeved sleep shirt, smeared across his chin. His eyes are shielded by a curtain of long, sweaty black hair hanging in front of them, but Remus knows he can see him.

"Shit, Padfoot, what's wrong?" Remus turns to see James hovering anxiously in the doorway, his glasses crooked on his nose and his hands wringing together.