Wolfstar Oneshots (With a Hint of Jily) #Wattys2019

Moods

AU where your hair color changes with your mood.

A/N: This was suggested by Mfairrie last year at the end of November. Sorry for taking so long.

Trigger Warning: Mentions of death (not of main characters)

Sirius POV

Today was a brand new day.

A brand new depressing day. 

At least, that's how I feel. I mean, who wouldn't if they were 24 years old and not been a good, long term relationship ever.

Every morning, it's the same routine. Get up, get dressed, take the bag, walk or drive to work, answer people's questions of "Why is your hair black all the time?", die a little inside, come back home. The only good thing about every day was my almost daily visits to the coffeehouse near my house. 

Every time I go there, my day becomes a little better due to the smell of coffee beans, the happy chatter among people, and the warm cups of coffee in their hands. But the best part for me in seeing this really cute barista working theirs. His name tag says that he is named Remus. An amazing name for an amazing person.

Whenever I go there, he is always smiling and laughing, his hair bright yellow to signify his happy mood.

In this world, everyone's hair changes color depending on your mood at the time. Black for depression, yellow for happiness, blue for simple sadness, green for disgust, red for anger, pink for love, cyan for attraction, brown for neutral. Your hair is only your natural color for the first 5 years of your life.

Anyway, this guy, Remus, was so pretty. He is always joyful and talking with his customers, making them smile as well, changing their hair to a light yellow at least. He has been able to do that for everyone but me. 

When I first met him, I was entranced by him and thought that my hair color would finally change after 5 years of it being a depressing black. I was wrong about that. My heart was fluttering but my hair refused to change.

That didn't stop me from going there almost every day. I have gone there so many times that Remus actually knows my name.

"The usual, Sirius?", he asked me, snapping me out of my trance.

"Yeah."

"That will be £5.40, please."

I handed him the money, thanking him before taking my drink. I have been coming here for 6 months now but I have never had the guts to ask him out. I don't even know if he likes boys. 

I take a seat near a window that just so happened to have a clear view of Remus (totally not on purpose). I slowly sip my hot drink, subtly trying to look at Remus who was smiling brightly as he served customer after customer. 20 minutes later, when I had finally drained my cup, I got up and after giving one last look at Remus, left the shop.

I made my way back to my apartment, my heart a bit lighter. It is scary how much of an effect just seeing his face can have my mood. I fell asleep at around 10 pm, then woke up the following day to continue this torturous routine of my life. My only solace was seeing Remus' happy and bubbly face.

But something wasn't right when I entered the coffee shop. There were few smiles and less chatter, everyone looked a little sad and depressed, their hair dark colors. I didn't understand what was going on, this was never the case here. That is when I noticed the cause of these feelings: 

Remus.

His hair was not yellow anymore, but a dark and mesmerizing blue. Oh no. He can't be sad. He is the only light in my dark life. I have never seen him sad in the six months I have been coming here. 

Worried, I muster up the courage to go to the counter. 

"Hi," I say, causing him to look at me.

"Hi, the usual?", he asks, a fake smile plastered on his face. It actually breaks my heart seeing him like this.

"Yes," I reply, trying to think of a way to start a conversation as no one was waiting in line behind me. I finally find one as he finished making my drink.

"Hey, Remus, do you like Troye Sivan's songs?"

His eyes lit up as I mentioned it though his hair stayed the same. "Yeah, obviously. He is only the best!"

"I know right! Hey, if you're free right now, do you want to go for a walk with me?", I ask him. I can't believe that I actually did it. It's not really a date, but it's a start. 

"Um, I don't know, let me ask," Remus says before going to the back room. He comes back out a minute later, saying that he got permission to leave early with me. With my drink in one hand and Remus next to me, I leave the coffee shop and we start walking in the direction of the nearby park. 

We start talking, slowly we ease into a conversation. We bonded over our shared love for music and books. After about 30 minutes, we sat down at one of the benches in the park. We shared my drink the entire walk and I couldn't be happier, though I know that my hair is the same depressing black it has been for years. 

5 minutes later, when his hair is brown, which means that his mood is neutral now, I decide to ask him the question.

"Hey, Remus, if you don't mind me asking, why were you sad today?"

The smile fades from his face and his looks at the ground, his hair staying brown. Immediately, I add, "It's fine, you don't have to answer, I'll-"

"Not, it's fine," he interrupts me. "It's a very emotional subject, that's all."

"It's just that, on this day, 3 years ago, my mom passed away."

I can't control the small gasp that slips out of my mouth.

"And I miss her so much, why did she have to leave me?", he asks with tears in his eyes. I immediately wrap my arms around him, his head on my shoulder as he lets the tears he was holding in the whole day out. 

After he is done, he pulls away and wipes his eyes, thanking me. We exchange numbers, as it was getting quite late, and go our separate ways, his hair a mix of yellow and brown while mine as black as ever.

***

Remus and I have been talking a lot since that day a week ago. We met up a couple of times as well, but didn't classify any as a date. His hair is back to being his regular happy yellow, spreading joy everywhere.

Today, we both were off work and he decided to come over to my place. We ordered a pizza and are sitting on the couch, watching re-runs of Brooklyn 99 when Remus just blurts out, "I'm gay."

My eyes widen in light of the new information. Not knowing how to appropriately respond and being socially awkward, I say, "Same."

He turns to face me and asks, "Really?"

I nod in response.

Suddenly, I get this jolt of confidence and thinking "fuck it", I lean in to kiss Remus on the lips. Surprisingly, he doesn't pull away in disgust. Instead, he leans in and deepens the kiss, his hands roaming in my hair.

We break apart for air, smiles on both our faces. That is when Remus gasps.

"What happened?", I ask worriedly, though his hair is yellow.

"Your hair...", he starts, "It's cyan."

It changed. It actually changed. All because I am attracted to Remus. Smiling, I say, "Amazing," before leaning in to connect our lips once more.

A/N: There you go! This oneshot is finally finished. Sorry for taking almost 3 months, MFairrie. I hope this lived up to your expectations.

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--SP