Wolfstar Oneshots

10. Chicago

Spoilers for Chicago the musical ahead.

It had been Sirius' dream to perform on the stages of Chicago, everyone shouting his name and begging for more. He would do absolutely anything to make this dream a reality.

It wasn't his fault that he and his husband couldn't afford to put Sirius on the stage where he would sing and dance for hundreds.

And it wasn't his fault when a young man by the name of Peter Pettigrew came and offered Sirius a lifetime of fame and fortune.

" I've got connections," He said. " Kid, we're gonna make you a star."

The man was short and twitchy, but he was kind and Sirius was drawn to the way that he spoke and how he would blow his cigar smoke in rings around Sirius' pretty and naive head.

There was only a small price to pay for the stardom that was promised. As long as Remus never found out, it wouldn't hurt him, right?

So Peter and Sirius would come home drunk while Remus was working in a factory with billowing smokestacks and low pay. The two would press against each other and Sirius would beg Peter over and over.

" Say it again, Pete!"

" You're a star, kid," he would growl into Sirius' ear.

But one night, after Peter promised that he talked to his friend down at the Leaky Cauldron to get Sirius a nice gig, they went back to Sirius' apartment. Peter was expecting what he was used to, not the constant nagging and interruptions that he received.

" What'd he say? Can he get me somewhere?"

" Who?"

" Your friend Tom! You said he had connections!"

" Enough, Sirius! You're never going to be anybody!"

He tossed the other man to the side and Sirius crashed into the dresser with a loud bang. He slowly got up and pointed an accusing finger in Peter's face.

" You- You LIED TO ME!" Sirius screamed, tears spilling down his perfect face.

Peter laughed in his face.

" Of course I did! I was just looking for some fun! It's not my fault you're so desperate."

Sirius snaked his hand inside the dresser, feeling for the cool metal that so desired.

" You're a liar!"

" And you're nothing but a dirty whore! Did you honestly think you could make it in this city? Well, welcome to Chicago, sweet cakes! Nobody ever gets what they wan-"

There was a gunshot. Sirius held the pistol out in front of him with shaky hands, tears still falling from his grey eyes.

When Remus came home he called the police and tried to calm his partner down.

" A burglar," Sirius told him, " He was trying to touch me!"

The police came and Remus told how he had killed the man, not Sirius.

" We're you aware, Mr. Lupin, that the man you shot has a wife and two small Pettigrews at home."

" No sir, I just knew that he was burgling my apartment!"

"Well, Mrs. Fig says that she's seen him before."

An old woman, Mrs. Fig, their neighbor pointed to the dead man on the floor.

" That's him!  Pettigrew, the homosexual that was screwing that man!"

She gestured to Sirius.