One Night Stand You

A loud noise in the kitchen followed by an even louder curse woke Remus up, and had him stumbling into the kitchen.

"Cariad, are you alright?"

"Everything is going to shit already," Sirius replied with a sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose. "It's our last morning together so I was trying to make it special, and as per usual I fucked it all up. That's all I'm good for!"

"Sirius, that's not true."

"Yes it is! The batter was too lumpy and I somehow burnt the outer edges of the pancakes and the insides are still raw. When I went to get a dish towel I turned too fast and knocked the mixture onto the floor. I'm a fucked up mess."

"These are all just accidents," Remus said gently, wrapping his arms around Sirius and pulling him into his chest. "Tell me what's really bothering you?"

"Did you mean it, Remus?"

"I'm not often in the habit of saying things that I don't mean. What exactly are you referring to?"

"You said that I factor into all of your life decisions now. What if the novelty of all of this wears off? I'm scared you're going to come to your senses while we're apart and want nothing to do with me anymore," Sirius admitted quietly, not having the nerve to look at Remus's face, scared of what he might find.

"Why do you think that I'm with you?"

"I don't know. I'm nice to look at? A good shag?"

"Has anything that I've said or done to you made you feel as if I'm only with you for your looks or what you can do for me?"

"No, of course not!," Sirius answered in a rush, squeezing Remus tightly.

"Then why would you even suggest that?"

Remus could barely suppress the hurt creeping into his tone. This wasn't about him, not directly, and he had to remember that.

"I'm just worried that time apart will make you realize that we're not a good match. You're so smart and I'm just...," Sirius trailed off, waving a hand in the air.

"A successful business owner. A wonderful brother. Someone who was born with everything at their disposal but lost it all, and had to adapt and reinvent himself to survive. You had every excuse in the book to turn into a vile person like your birth parents, but you are nothing like them, cariad.

When I look at you Sirius, you shine like your namesake, and not just because you're beautiful. You shine because of everything you've overcome. I don't think less of you because you never finished university. Quite the opposite actually. I think you're brave for knowing what you wanted to do and taking the initiative to make it happen, despite what other people may have made you feel about it. You pursued what you wanted to do despite having no one on your side.

Besides, our differences are what make us work so well together. I've dated myself long enough. I don't care that you don't like to read because you'll listen to me read instead, or you'll let me lay with my head in your lap and you'll run your fingers through my hair in the way that I love. I don't care that you're loud when I'm reserved because I get to quietly watch you be in your element. I don't care that you hog all of the covers because you wrap yourself around me like I'm important and worth protecting. I don't care that your clothes are spilling out of my closet and you leave your products all over the bathroom sink because those are signs that you're here, and you're here to stay. I want you to take up as much space as you need, because when I look at you, I see my future Sirius Black."

"I sound pretty amazing when you put it like that..."

Sirius's head was reeling at all of the information Remus had dumped upon him. He couldn't believe that after years of being told he was simultaneously too much and not enough, that he found a man to love him just as he was.