Inspired by miss Lana del Rey's song, West Coast.
I just can't get the image of bad boy Remus out of my head.
also, this is in no way romanticizing violence. Don't get into bar fights please.
***
Sirius cranes neck, grey eyes intent on finding his sweetheart who's supposedly amongst the eager crowd tonight. Beside him, James plugs his guitar while Peter tests the drums.
"See your loverboy yet ?" James teases.
Sirius rolls his eyes. "He's there, I know."
Truthfully, he hadn't seen a hair off Remus but he knows his boyfriend never breaks his promise. He never had and never will.
After the bar goers close in to the stage, Sirius nodds to his bandmates. They nodd back assuring their positions. With that, Sirius clears his throat.
"So many pretty faces tonight." He drawled, like black cat stretching its paws.
The crowd shouts back, both from fluster and excitement. Sirius cracks his infamous smirk yet his eyes wander around the room. Indeed, there were many lovely faces but only one he'd like to see.
"How are we feeling darlings?"
The response were a mixture of coherent answers and just blatant screaming. The people there might think Sirius was smiling at them but really, he finally caught sight of his moon.
"Found him." Sirius whispers, away from the mic, to James.
The guitarist shares a knowing look with the drummer. "Back to work Black !" Peter laughs.
"Alright ! Let's get on to it then !" Sirius plucks on his bass.
This was Sirius' favourite part. When the lights blind him and the music, so loud, you can feel it vibrate through your body. It was thrilling to be on stage while people who adore you watch. You can tell how much they want you, how much they crave you.
[Down on the Westcoast]
Sirius sends a kiss. The crowd stumbles over each other to grab it, not knowing the kiss was sent to a particular person seated on the bar's high chairs, a smirk hidden behind every sip of whiskey.
Remus raises his hand and forms a fist, catching the kiss. Sirius watches enamored as Remus brought his hand to his lips, bringing the kiss to where it was intended to be.
Remus could never take his eyes off Sirius. He was named after a star. As long as Remus known him, he was that. He always told Sirius how he was the only star in his galaxy. That may be said a long time ago, a cheesy romance between highschoolers, but Remus stands by his words.
[Your love, your love, your love]
The crowd almost covered Sirius' voice. Remus wanted them all to shut the hell up.
[Ooh baby, ooh baby, I'm in love]
Sirius catches his eye and Remus smirks all the way. That little devil. He's practically moaning to the mic.
Sirius' lips read, "I'm in love."
Remus replies, "I'm in love."
***
The lights dim and another band takes their place. Sirius hops off the stage right into Remus' waiting arms. They both stagger at the motion but Remus doesn't let go, instead his hug tightens.
"You were astounding," Remus kisses his hair. "Like a siren pulling me in."
Sirius laughs at his theatrics. "This is why I write our songs with you. You always know what to say."
