Rebel Rebel music!fic
Rebel Rebel - David Bowie
You’ve got your mother in a whirl, she’s not sure if you’re a boy or a girl
Hey babe, your hair’s alright, hey babe, let’s go out tonight
You like me and I like it all, we like dancing and we look divine
You love bands when they’re playing hard, you want more and you want it fast
They put you down, they say I’m wrong, you tacky thing, you put them on
Rebel rebel, you’ve torn your dress
Rebel rebel, you’re face is a mess
Rebel rebel, how could they know
Hot tramp, I love you so
You’ve torn your dress, your face is a mess
You can’t get enough, but enough ain’t the test
You got your, transmission and a live wire
You got your cue lines and a handful of ‘loudes
You want to be there when they turn up the dudes
And I love your dress, you’re a juvenile success, because your face is a mess
Oh yeah, so how could they know, oh yeah how could they know
So what you want to know, calamity’s child, so where’d you want to go
What can I do for you, looks like you’ve been there to because you’ve torn your dress
And your face is a mess, so how could they know, oh yeah how could they know
The ticking of the carriage clock on the mantelpiece seemed to grow ever louder as the minute hand inched its way towards the twelve; seven o’clock was drawing nearer and Remus was still in the bathroom putting the finishing touches to his costume, which he had refused to divulge the identity of to even Sirius, sneaking in odds and ends when Sirius was out shopping or busy in the kitchen.
With a frustrated sigh, Sirius stalked to the bedroom and knocked loudly on the door to their tiny en-suite bathroom. There was a clattering sound from inside, a strange squeaking he couldn’t identify and then Remus called out, “Bloody well be patient, I’m nearly done.”
“Remus, we need to leave five minutes ago, you’re making us late.”
“Fashionably late Pads, it’s perfectly acceptable to be fashionably late.”
“Take much longer in there and you’ll be more than just fashionably late,” Sirius snarled not quite under his breath, but he couldn’t help the smile that tugged at his lips when Remus snickered in response from behind the door, the sound echoing off the smooth tiles.
There was another brief clattering, an unusual sound considering how compulsively tidy Remus usually was, then the door swung open; a slow, hesitant movement, almost shy if Sirius hadn’t already lost all preconceptions of his boyfriend’s modesty a long while ago.
Sirius was fairly sure there was an entire outfit he was supposed to be looking at and judging, but he could barely drag his gaze away from Remus’ eyes; of course, he would wear make-up on occasion, one of the myriad ways he had of undermining his family’s expectations and generally acting outrageously, but he was sure his had never looked as breathtaking as Remus’ did now. His large, golden eyes were outlined carefully in dark charcoal grey, a trace of pale purple smudged at the edges; a similar purplish colour shone on his lips and if anyone had attempted to describe purple lipstick to Sirius before, he would have laughed at the idea, but seeing it on Remus, somehow it just…worked.
His usually tidy mass of oak-blonde hair had been painstakingly styled into a windswept mess, swept back from his face with just a few long strands falling almost casually across his forehead. The natural curls that formed in Remus’ hair - curls that he would have been teased for, if not for the incident with the fourth year Ravenclaw on the Hogwarts Express the first day they arrived at the school - had been emphasised with application of some strange citrus-smelling gunk he had pestered Lily into lending to him.
Remus’ anxious smile twisted a little at his boyfriend’s continued silence and he dropped his gaze, digging the toe of one boot into the faded carpet and Sirius finally managed to look properly at the entire costume. Sirius found he had been well and truly upstaged, even with the ingenuity of his own highwayman costume, which he had made entirely from scratch, much to Remus’ annoyance as for weeks their tiny flat was strewn with sewing materials.
His hair just reached down to the collar of a pristine white shirt, about two sizes too large, unbuttoned to the waist with slashed sleeves revealing the lengths of his forearms, encased in black leather bands. A similar leather choker was tied around Remus’ neck, patterned with silver studs to match his belt, an entirely unnecessary accessory considering how tight his jeans were.
Sirius’ gaze trailed slowly down to the shiny black boots Remus was wearing; strapped to his calves with large metal buckles and sporting at least three inch platforms, so that he was even taller than normal. Letting his eyes roam over his boyfriend’s body just a little more, Sirius noticed subtle touches here and there that completed the rock-star look; a silver hoop hung from one ear, a Muggle transfer tattoo could just be seen through the thin fabric of his shirt - a rather inaccurate rendering of a Chinese Fireball, curling over the line of Remus’ hip and onto his stomach - and the lamplight glinted off multicoloured glitter that had been sprinkled over any and all exposed skin.
“Sirius…” Remus tentatively took a step forward, tilting his head down to meet Sirius’ gaze and clenching his jaw at the lack of response. “You don’t like it.”
“Are you fucking mad?” Sirius reached out suddenly, grabbing at Remus’ wrist and drawing them close together, tendrils of golden hair tickling at his cheeks as he recaptured the other man’s gaze. He had to lift himself up onto his toes to kiss him and drew back too soon; not wanting to smudge Remus lipstick, which was such an odd thought along with the confusion of other ideas racing around his head that Sirius couldn’t prevent that small laugh that escaped.
Remus smiled as well, entwining their fingers and moving to the door, turning back with a sigh when Sirius resisted, “We’re late - too late even for fashionably late now,” he added when Sirius opened his mouth to reply. With a pout, Sirius allowed himself to be led into the living room and snatched up his cloak and wand from the sofa.
“Do we really need to go?” Remus laughed at the pleading note in Sirius voice and pushed him out the front door, tapping the handle with his wand and tucking it away in the sleeves of his shirt.
“You promised Lily remember? And we haven’t seen Harry for nearly a month, he’ll miss you.”
“How long until we get home?” Sirius tucked himself into Remus’ side, wrapping one arm around his waist and shivering as a chill breeze gusted down the path. Remus draped his arm over Sirius’ shoulders, tucking his free hand into his cloak pocket and resting his cheek atop Sirius’ head. “About five hours.”
“Bugger.”
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