we can live like this
A snippet written for all of the lovely slash-y moments in Film Five, but mostly for my Moony.
we can live like this
remus/sirius
130 words
Oh, California in the summer,
and my hair is growing long.
Fuck yeah, we can live like this.
-“Holiday from Real”, Jack’s Mannequin
Remus’s hair, it waves slightly when it gets longer than his ears, curls underneath the lobes like its made to be there, fitting perfectly into the curve of his neck. Even when Sirius toys with it, it resolutely folds back into its place, hiding in its comfort zone.
“You need to cut your hair,” Sirius mumbles sleepily, “it’s tickling my nose.”
Remus laughs, a bright, tired sound. “Then put your nose elsewhere.”
“No,” Sirius says simply, because that space behind Remus’s ear, at the top of his neck? That’s where Sirius nuzzles. That’s where he fits like he’s made to be there. That’s his comfort zone. And even if that tuft of hair was there first, has been there for years and fits perfectly, Sirius occupies the spot even better.
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Sorry it's so short. I might write more if prompted.