based on a thing i saw as a tumblr post somewhere.

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You know that moment when you realise you have truly, completely, utterly, one-hundred-and-ten percent fucked something up?

Yeah. That was Sirius Black, right now.

He glanced from the empty chocolate wrapper in his hand, to James (who look half-amused, half-horrified), then back to the wrapper, then back to James, and repeated this many more times until his crime had sunk in.

"Oh my God," he whispered, voice muffled around the chocolate still in his mouth.

"Mate, Moony is going to fucking murder you."

"Oh my God."

What had he been thinking? What kind of impulse had tempted him into rummaging through Remus' bedside table in the search of chocolate? He had his own stash! This was an unnecessary self-assassination attempt!

God, if there was a list on 'how to fuck up any chances you have with your crush', this would come in at the top.

Swallowing thickly, Sirius looked at James, whose eyes had suddenly widened.

"How long do you think I'll live?"

"Ten."

Sirius jumped, then turned to see Remus looming over him with a dangerous expression on his face.

"Ten... ten what?"

"Nine."

James nudged him. "Run."

"Eight."

So Sirius ran, barreling up the stairs, Remus calling after him.

"Seven."

Shit, where could he go? He charged into their dorms, shutting the door behind him.

"Six!" Remus bellowed, not far enough away.

Sirius could remember the last time this had happened. The memories still haunted him, and he was not willing to relive the experience he had then endured.

"Five." He was getting closer holy shit.

Jumping into his bed, he pulled the covers over his head and prayed he would be okay, squeezing his eyes shut.

"Four."

The door creaked open.

"Three."

Footsteps approached him slowly.

"Two."

The covers were pulled away, and Sirius' heart pounded in his throat as he felt Remus lean down, their faces too close together.

"One," he whispered, and Sirius opened his eyes to see Remus, about an inch away from him, eyes soft and fond.

He gulped. "Please don't tickle me again."

"Okay."

Sirius sighed in relief, trying to calm his heartbeat.

Which wasn't easy, considering Remus then decided to press their lips gently together, resting a hand against Sirius' cheek.

I mean, that was totally unexpected. Who would have seen that coming? Sirius' heart had a right to do its best impression of a freight train.

Sirius squeaked as Remus pulled away. "Wha- "

"You taste of chocolate."

A gulp. "O-oh."

"It's nice."

"Oh."

"Can I kiss you again?"

"Oh. Oh - yes. Yes, please."