reckless living • wolfstar & jily

Bad Dreams- WOLFSTAR

Believe it or not, Sirius had horrific bad dreams. Either it was his James dying at the hands of Voldemort for his red goddess or it was Remus being tortured and him having to watch his body writhe in pain, his eyes rolling back, his screams bouncing off the walls like the amount of killing curses being fired at that second. Maybe his mother living forever. Peter being bribed with power to give information about the other Marauders and Peter obeying. Sirius knew this would never happen. Peter was loyal. Remus was strong. James.... James would do that. But Voldemort couldn't break them. They were them. Nothing could break them.
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"Sirius! Sirius, wake up! Please. Please." Remus shook the writhing boy who was still suffering in his sleep. The only smart thing to do was shoot water at him but that would make his hair wet and Sirius hated his hair wet because it took forever to dry, but that night, Remus thought he might have to go to those extents. But not after one more shove.
"SIRIUS, YOU DOG!" He yelled, thankful for the silencing charm he had cast upon Sirius' bed. It was probably wearing off which is why they heard James turn over like 400 million times.
"Remus! Moony. Thank Merlin, oh can I kiss you?" Remus blushed at the question and so did Sirius but he just chuckled nervously after, realising what he had said.
"I-I was joking." He stuttered nervously. No he wasn't. He always wanted to kiss Moony, but he was straight. Remus just stared at Sirius quizzically. He knew he was joking but it was still something he had dreamt about for years. Well, his hopes had flown out the window anyway.
"Bad dream?" Remus asked before sitting down on the edge of Sirius' four poster. The smell of Sirius (wet grass, cheap men's cologne and some type of strong shampoo) wafted up Remus' nose and he basked in its glory. For some mad reason, he always felt at ease when taking a sniff of the familiar scent. It was as if someone had given him a really warm hug, or he wasn't a werewolf anymore.
"Yeah." Sirius' throat became tight as he remembered the dream. The nightmare, to be more clear. His brain became a tight rubber tube as memories flooded his head. Tortured Remus. Blood everywhere. Something cold collided with his head.
"Don't look so tense. Just a flannel. You were writhing in your sleep and saying... stuff." Er, what? He had been saying stuff? Oh no. Sirius was saying all sorts of stuff in his dream. Did he scream for Remus' freedom? Did he tell the masked man to not hurt the boy strapped in the chair? Did Remus hear all his rubbish?
"What sorts of stuff?" Sirius asked rather bravely. He knew Remus was going to say he was being a complete dunce and yelling nonsense about him. He needed to know for sure though.
"It doesn't matter." Remus said far to quickly and Sirius' queries were confirmed. Yay.
"Oh. Sorry you had to hear me gabble my nonsense."
"I don't know what you're talking about." Remus said while smiling slightly. Sirius felt his heart thump with a strange feeling that he could not yet put his finger on.
"Hey, I have some of that boiled chicken thing you like." Sirius sat up straight immediately.
"Where?"
"You have a nose. A blooming good one at that. Find it." Remus said, knowing that this was a challenge a dog would enjoy. Finding their food. Sirius set about sniffing and Remus sat on his bed waiting. Realising that the others could hear them, Remus cast a silencing charm upon their beds and the door.
"You cannot turn in to your Animagus form, Snuffs." Remus teased. Sirius' nose led to him to Moony's bed and into his right chest. He yanked open the draw and found a bowl wrapped in clingfilm. Whitish brown chicken sat it the dish and Sirius' mouth watered. Anyone else would've found chicken cooked this way absolutely revolting but Sirius was pretty much a dog.
"Honestly don't get how you still like that stuff as a human."
"I'm half dog if you think about. My mum's a bitc-"
"Right, got it, thanks." Remus chuckled. Of course, Sirius would say that. He detested his family and Remus couldn't blame him. They abused him and -as he told Remus- beat the hell out of him. Though he hated talking about it, Remus was able to go at slow and at his own desired pace and coax it out of him. Sirius did feel better this way, but he'd never tell.
"Might as well get your chocolate out. This is gonna be a long night."
And so it was. Well, until 3 hours later and it struck 4, the two boys drifted into a deep sleep while in each other's arms. Needless to say, it wasn't a very big shock when they woke up to James screaming if they 'did the deed'.

oh hoi there. two updates in one day, oh yay! wait, that rhymed. guess it seemed timed ;). you guys hate me, i know. but now i gotta go. don't miss me. just have a cuppa tea. ok, i'm gonna stop now. i'm much more happy that i'm a lot more open with you guys now, but really thanks for reading. i don't deserve you lot. also, thank you to FantasyFabricator, vsparkle11, Fanfiction_Obsessed18 and MiaMus72 for reading and voting.
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