Idea: So I got inspired by Eurovision. If you don't know what that is, well sucks to be you. (It's the world's biggest singing competition. Google for more information) Sirius as French artist and Remus as UK's. They hook up behind the scenes. Sirius ends up winning and when he does, Remus runs to him infront of everyone and kisses him. Sirius kissed back and they start dating, it becoming a legendary Eurovision
Words: 1765
Warnings: mentions of sex, public kiss

btw if that wasn't obivous, this was written right during Eurovision finals even though it's published only at June

The two semi finals were behind and the finals would be the next day. Everything seemed to be at chaos as they were trying to make sure everything would be okay and safe. Lights, voice and camera were being tested for what felt like the tenth time to Sirius. It was exhausting, to say at least.

Thank fuck the artists had decided to go to a party all together. Really, it was a great relief for Sirius. Also they could get to know each other. That's what Eurovision is all about anyway; "United by music".

Sirius had been practicing vocals and his song all day. He had been having conversations with his dancers, his manager, his friends and then another 20 people he didn't even know. He would have never guessed how much work it would be when he first got the idea of joining Eurovision.

Sirius was a French artist; born and raised in France. He had started singing at 17 years old, after escaping his abusive household. He had always been into music and singing, but only after he moved in with his best friend's family, was he able to really be seen.

He wrote his songs himself. He started by only singing in bars every now and then. That's how his manager found him. Sirius and his manager, Alex, got to know each other better and Alex offered to be Sirius's manager. Sirius agreed, feeling rather honored.

Alex managed to get Sirius be seen and now Sirius has 10 million monthly listeners on Spotify. He was able to reach such fame for having an amazing voice, being multitalented and he had an amazing personality that he loved to share to his fans through social media. Sirius is now 25 years old and Alex has just turned 40. The two are rather good friends. Sirius even attended Alex's wedding a couple years back.

Now Sirius is in his hotel room, trying to decide for an outfit. The hotel was totally booked for the Eurovision. All the singers, bands, managers and other staff stayed there. The artists' party would be in a hall that the hotel had for special events.

Sirius's plan was to be iconic. He knew there would be social media posts about it and he was going to make damn sure Europe would talk about his outfit for a long time.

It wasn't unusual for Sirius to wear iconic outfits, quite the opposite. It was became a part of his brand to always wear something spectacular to his tours and interviews. This was because he was also interested in fashion. Not only did he loved to sing and play guitar, he would also design outfits as a hobby. He liked sharing his outfit ideas with his hands. He did have a stylist who would take Sirius's ideas and add her own little hint of magic to them before making them for him.

Now Sirius was wearing fishnet leggings, a black leather skirt, a black crop top and his most famous piece of clothing; his leather jacket. He had his black hair on a bun. He was wearing silver circle earrings, silver necklace and silver rings. He was big fan of jewlery. His make up was simple; black eyeliner, black eyeshadow with glitter, blush and red lipstick. He wanted the attention to be on something certain, so he had decided that his lipstick would make a clear difference from the rest of the outfit.

While putting on last bits of his make up, Alex knocked on his door. "Siri! You are going to be late! Everyone else is already there!"

"It's fine! I'll be fasionabely late like always!" he yelled back and stood up, grabbing his phone and hotel room key. He just knew Alex was rolling his eyes behind the door. Really, Sirius should pay him more for putting up with his bullshit. However Alex had told him that 10% was enough.

Sirius walked to the door and opened it. Alex gave him a hard glare, "That's the outfit that took you three hours? Seriously?" "Shush shush darling, I know you secretly love it. Now come on! Let's go!" Sirius giggled and started walking to the hall. Alex closed Sirius's hotel room's door and then walked after the younger. "You are such a bitch, you know that?" Alex sighed.

Sirius giggled and gave him a teasing grin, "Oh no, I almost forgot! Thanks for the reminder sweetheart." Alex rolled his eyes, "Anyway, I can't come with you. It's only for artists. There are guards both outside and inside though. There is a DJ, but he won't play any of the Eurovision songs. There might be small shows from each artist though. There are snacks. It will probably go late, but you can leave when ever."

Sirius nodded as they reached the door, "Thank you, you can go now." Alex nodded, "Thanks. Good night." Alex walked away and left Sirius alone with two guards. Sirius smiled brightly and opened the door and walked in. Oh wow, Alex really wasn't kidding. Everyone else was already there. A great bunch of incredible artists.

Sirius got slightly nervous. Even though he was defiantly one of the biggest and well known artists in the room, he still felt small. All the stared turned to look at him and silence filled the room. Sirius was used to this type of behavior so he knew what to do.

He gave all the artists a wonderful smile and then bowed down to them, "Bonsoir, mon amour."

He got cheered and claps as he straightened again. He giggled, "Thank you, thank you. You are all so sweet."

People returned to their conversations and Sirius got to look around. The room was gorgeus. It looked like it was made for this party (which it was technically, at least the decorations were).

Sirius walked over to the snacks and checked them out. He wasn't hungry yet but he knew he would defiantly enjoy them later. He checked his phone when he heard a bling. It was an instagram notification where he had been tagged by Germany's contestant. The post was a video of Sirius's entrance to the party. It already had 500k likes. The guy had made a post of everyone's entrance, Sirius noticed. He scrolled through the comments only to realize that many thought his entrance was the best. He notices many comments about his outfit too. Some negative but mostly positive.

"Excuse me, uhm.."

Sirius looked up from his phone to an old man. He was pretty sure it was Sweden's contestant. "You are on the way to the snacks" the man murmured. "Oh, yeah. Sorry" Sirius gave him an awkward smiled and stepped a few steps away from his way. He could hear the man murmur an thank you.

"Hey guys! Let's party, eh?! That's what we are all here for!" The DJ yelled. The artists cheered. The DJ started playing music louder than he had before. People moved on from conversations to dancing and singing along. The songs were some of those songs that everyone knew, Sirius noticed.

Sirius danced and sung like everyone else. He felt something truly amazing that he hadn't felt in ages due to all the hurry. Freedom.

Sirius wasn't sure how much time had passed when he felt the arm wrap around his waist, but he defiantly could tell how much butterflies it gave him. He turned to look, about to complain. He couldn't get a word out when he saw the man. He had seen him before, yes. He had watched everyone's shows. However he looked completely different from up close. "Remus, right?" Sirius murmured.

The man nodded, "Sorry for my behavior darling but you look absolutely gorgeous tonight."

Sirius blushed and gave him a grin, "Is that so? My manager said it wasn't worth three hours." Remus chuckled and pulled Sirius closer. "Well, he is wrong."

Sirius decided he would make his move. It was now or never.

He wrapped his hands around Remus's neck and kissed him. Remus kissed back and grabbed Sirius's ass.

Hell yes, Sirius thought and pushed his body closer to Remus's. He yelped when Remus picked him up but wrapped his legs around Remus's waist. Remus pulled away from the kiss and started walking towards his hotel room. Sirius smiled and leaned down, beginning to give Remus hickeys under his ear. "I need to be able to walk tomorrow" Sirius mumbled when they stepped in.

"We'll see about that~" Remus said with a smirk as he pinned Sirius against the door.

***

"And now we will be giving the points to France. Currently United Kindom is in lead!" the host announced and then went quiet.

Europe waited excitedly for a whole damn minute, before the host spoke again. "231! France has won the Eurovision song contest!"

The room began screaming, shouting and cheering as the camera was zoomed on Sirius, who was cying of happiness and laughing. He stood up and walked to the host, the camera being pointed to him the whole time. he and the hst hugged and then she gave him the glass microphone throphy. "Congratulations! And now we shall hear the song one more time!"

Sirius smiled and got ready to sing. He gave the throphy to his manager for it to be safe and then started singing.

He sung from his heart and put as much emotion into it as he had to give. It was amazing.

At the end Sirius was crying. The crowd started screaming and pointing, so Sirius turned around to look.

He only saw a head of brown hair, before he was pulled closet to the warm body from his waist and pulled into a kiss.

He smiled and kissed back, holding Remus's face in his hands.

The crowd screamed louder and cheered. "Wolfstar" was being screamed all over. They had already been shipped before.

Neither of the men could hear though, too lost in each other.

"Congrats on the win. You deserved it."

"Thank you, mon amour"