captofthesswolfstar:

So we all know that I think @asktheboywholived is a celestial being that can do no wrong. I love everything that TT does, but for some reason their last Wolfstar thread was just my absolute favorite thing ever so I asked if it would be okay to make a fic version. If you haven’t seen this amazing AU, go check it out on TT’s blog. 

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The alarm clock on the bedside table flashed 3:00 AM in bright red digits when Remus finally heard the front door open and close. He laid in bed in complete silence, listening to Sirius’ footsteps ascending down the short hallway into their room and preparing himself to calmly accept whatever excuse his boyfriend had for staying out so late again. 

 Flinging himself onto the bed, Sirius stretched his limbs before turning onto his side to face the lighter haired man.

 “Hello.” He grinned widely at Remus, as if he hadn’t been out all night doing God knows what and not bothering to call to check in. 

Remus stared at him for a moment, taking a breath in to keep from jumping straight to anger. “Where’ve you been?” He asked, keeping his tone light and unassuming. 

The smile on Sirius’ face faltered for only a quick second. He shrugged. “I was with James.” 

 “Again?” 

“Again.” 

Remus’ lips pressed into a thin line. “That’s the third night in a row.” He kept his eyes firmly on Sirius’, hoping to catch the truth in there somewhere. “How’s Lily taking you stealing James on a nightly basis?” 

 Sirius smirked and rolled his eyes. “Don’t worry,we’ve worked out a custody agreement.” 

“Oh deer.” Remus snorted. He paused, staring a little more closely at his boyfriend’s face. Something looked different. “…Are you wearing makeup?” 

This time the grin did fade from Sirius’ face and he forced a laugh. “Makeup? I’m not wearing makeup…” 

Remus raised an eyebrow. 

 “Are you making fun of the bags under my eyes?” Sirius teased.

“I have bags under my eyes.” Said Remus, frowning. “That looks like makeup.” 

 “Well, it’s not.” Said Sirius firmly. 

“Alright.” Remus shrugged. It most definitely was makeup, he could tell. He just wasn’t in the mood to argue about it at three in the morning. “It’s not like I’ve never seen you wear makeup before.” 

“In high school, yeah.” Sirius defended before he sighed dramatically. “All the cool guys wore guyliner. It was a phase.” 

 Sirius was laughing, but Remus didn’t find it amusing at all. He didn’t understand why Sirius was so intent on carrying on with the blatant lie.

The laughter trailed off and Sirius eyed him with concern. “Hey,” He said softly. “Are you okay?” 

“I’m fine.” Remus lied. 

“Alright…” Sirius said slowly, clearly not convinced. “Well, I’m tired. I’m going to sleep.” He turned off the light and leaned in to kiss the corner of Remus’ mouth. “Night, Moony.” 

 “…Night Pads.” Remus sighed into the darkness.

–

They didn’t discuss the incident the following day. Remus hadn’t been feeling well, once again, and he decided that maybe his paranoia was stemming from his own insecurity. He felt bad that he often felt too ill to go out at night, and he couldn’t blame Sirius for not wanting to hang around the flat night after night with him.

 Still, the dark haired man’s behavior had been unmistakably strange. Perhaps they just needed to have one night together to get themselves back on track. With Remus being too sick to find decent work, he couldn’t afford to really take Sirius out for dinner, but he could cook and maybe go to a movie…

 Looking up from the movie listings in the paper, Remus was about to call to his boyfriend in the next room and make a suggestion when his boyfriend suddenly raced right past him, his backpack slung over his shoulder and clearly in a rush to get out the door. 

 Remus nearly dropped his tea as he jumped back in surprise, his eyes wide. “Where are you going?” 

“Out with James again!” Said Sirius breathlessly. He paused at the door to give Remus an apologetic look over his shoulder. “Sorry, Moony. I’ve got to run!” 

 “O-okay,” Remus blinked in confusion as the door slammed shut behind Sirius. “…Bye…” 

He sat for what seemed like forever just staring at the door where his boyfriend had just been. It couldn’t be his imagination, Sirius was acting strange and he was definitely keeping secrets. His finger twitched as he gripped the arm of the couch, debating his next move. He didn’t want to seem desperate or overly dramatic…

 Finally snapping, he reached for his phone and dialed. 

This is pathetic, He thought to himself while the phone rang endlessly. Are you really this paranoid? He should really just hang up before-

“Hello?” 

 He almost dropped his phone when the voice finally answered. “Hey, James?” 

“Remus! Hey, what’s up?” 

“Er…Nothing…” Remus said, trying to sound as casual as possible. It felt wrong to be checking up on Sirius like this. “Do…” He sighed. “Do you have plans with Sirius tonight?” 

 “Um…No?” 

Remus’ heart sank. So Sirius was lying to him.

 “I had plans with him last night,” James went on. “But he bailed on me for your ‘Sweet Ass’…his words, obviously.” 

Remus didn’t say anything. He couldn’t find the words. If Sirius wasn’t out with James, and was giving him excuses as well, then where was he? 

“Hey, Remus is everything alright?” 

Rubbing his eyes, Remus fought to keep himself calm. “Um…” 

“…Moons?” 

 “Yeah,” Remus said finally, clearing his throat as his voice shook a little. “Everything’s fine…I just…I have to go.” 

 “Alright…” Said James slowly, sounding worried. “Well, let me know when you two can come over. Lily wants to have you both over for dinner before she pops a child out of her nethers and we can’t have a social life anymore.”  

 Remus forced a laugh, knowing that James could probably read right through it. 

 “Talk to you soon, Remus.” 

“Okay. bye.” He muttered in response before hanging up and sinking back against the couch. A million thoughts and ideas flew through his brain of what could be going on and how he could find out. Glancing down at his phone, he wondered once again just how desperate he was to find out…

– 

 Remus kept looking down to check the Find My Phone app that was open on his screen. It had brought him down an unfamiliar road and was telling him that he had arrived at the location. Looking at the building, however, he found it a little hard to believe. 

 “You’ve got to be kidding me…” He glanced at the neon sign that flashed over the entrance of what was clearly a gay pub called The Three Broomsticks. Taking a deep breath, he kept the hood of his sweatshirt up and stepped into the pub. 

 Slipping past the small crowd, he settled at a table in the furthest corner in the back. He felt silly, lurking about a gay bar and spying on his boyfriend. Something had told him that wearing fake glasses would help as some sort of disguise, but Sirius would obviously recognize him. “I look like Clark Kent…” He muttered miserable to himself. “What was I thinking?” 

 Looking around, he tried to spot Sirius. It was a little crowded, but the place wasn’t that big and Sirius’ presence had a way of making itself very well known. He couldn’t find any sign of him.

“I should just call him…” He sighed. “And I should probably stop talking to myself like a nutter…” 

As he reached for his phone once more, the lights began to dim and everyone’s attention turned to the small stage at the other end of the pub. A few people whistled and hollered excitedly as the starting notes of “Respect” by Aretha Franklin began to play.

Craning his neck, he could see the performer on stage. They weren’t facing the audiance, but he saw dark hair flowing down past broad, pale, too familiar shoulders, a deep red corset that hugged their waist and fishnets accentuating an ass that he would know anywhere…

 “….Oh my god….” His heart leaped into his throat as the performer turned around confirming everything. Sirius was a Drag Queen. 

–

Sirius flew past Marlene at the door to the dressing room, throwing his bag down and plopping himself in front of a mirror. “Sorry!” 

Marlene’s eyes narrowed on him in annoyance and she placed her hands on her hips. “You’re late again.” 

“I get ready fast.” Said Sirius dismissively, grinning at her through the mirror’s reflection. 

Marlene rolled her eyes. “Mhm…” She watched as he quickly pulled off his t-shirt and threw it haphazardly across the room. “So did you tell the boyfriend yet?” 

 Sirius paused and bit his lip, running a hand through his hair. “…No.” 

The blonde shook her head and sighed. “Bad move, Sirius…” 

“None of your business, Marlene!” He retorted, adjusting the wig he had just put on and checking it in the mirror. 

 “Technically speaking, this whole place is my business, smart ass.” 

Sirius just smirked in response and put on his costume before settling back down to do his makeup. Leaning in close to the mirror he frowned, running his fingers over the dark stubble he had only just shaved this morning. 

 “Hey, Marlene do you have a razor?” 

 “Not one you’d want to use on your face!” Marlene laughed. “You could ask Lucius.” Sirius made a gagging noise. “I don’t like him either, Sirius, but at least he comes prepared…unlike you.” 

 He was about to come back with a witty comment when he heard the door to the dressing room click shut. He spun around, expecting that peacock Lucius Malfoy to be there wearing a smug grin and about to tell him off for being unprepared, but it wasn’t him at all. Sirius wished it was though…

 “Hey.” Remus said quietly after a long, stunned silence from both of them. 

Sirius felt the color drain from his face and he swallowed hard. “What…how did you-?” 

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Remus asked. He didn’t sound angry, but honestly Sirius would have preferred angry. He sounded hurt and disappointed, making Sirius look away, feeling ashamed. 

 “Remus…Fuck…I-” 

“You lied.” 

Sirius flinched as if Remus’ words stung him. “I know. I’m sorry-” 

“Sorry isn’t going to cut it, Sirius.” 

“Remus, please…” Sirius said desperately. “Marlene is an old friend of mine. I met up with her last week and…” He took a deep breath. “Well, we did theater together in High School so she knew I enjoyed performing and…well, she offered me a job.” 

 Remus raised an eyebrow. “…As a Drag Queen?” 

Sirius nervously rubbed the back of his neck, still unable to meet Remus’ gaze. “You’ve been really stressed lately…being sick and…well..” 

 Remus sighed heavily and nodded. “Unemployed…useless.” His tone held all the self-loathing that Sirius couldn’t stand to hear from him and he glared angrily. 

 “Knock it off, Remus.” He snapped. “We’ve been…having a mildly difficult time financially…”

Remus snorted. “Diplomatic response…” 

 Sirius rolled his eyes. “I just figured I should start pitching in. I mean…Jesus, I’ve been leaching off of you and James since I was sixteen, and I just…” He shrugged weakly and looked up at his boyfriend. “I wanted to take some of the stress off.” 

Remus’ expression softened slightly, though he still looked at Sirius with confusion. “Why wouldn’t you just tell me?” 

Sirius shrugged and looked down again, his arms wrapping around himself self-consciously, “I mean…look at me…” 

Slowly Remus’ eyes scanned over the man in front of him, taking everything in. “I am looking at you, Sirius.”  He reached forward and gently took Sirius’ chin between his fingers, lifting his face to meet his eyes. “You’re really cute.” A smile tugged at his lips as Sirius’ cheeks flushed even under the makeup. “I don’t know what you were so afraid of…” 

“It’s…It’s weird…” Sirius stuttered, biting his lower lip. 

Remus shrugged. “Do you enjoy it?” 

 “What?” 

“Your job,” Said Remus. “Do you like it?” 

A smirk formed on Sirius’ face and he shrugged a little, looking smug. “I’m an exhibitionist with killer eyeliner skills. Of course I like it.” 

Remus grinned. “Well good. Because I certainly  like watching.” 

“You’re kidding…” 

 “I’m 100% Sirius.” 

Sirius snorted and shook his head, still smiling. “You’re an idiot.” 

 Remus laughed and looked around the room for a moment. “Could I make a request?” 

 Sirius raised an eyebrow. “What kind of request?” 

Remus stepped up to Sirius’ vanity and looked over everything before selecting a long red wig and handing it to his boyfriend. “Try this one tonight.”

 Sirius gave him a cocky smile. “It’s going to cost you. Special favors don’t come cheap.” 

 Remus eyed him hungrily. “I look forward to it.” He grinned, watching as Sirius threw on the wig, looking in the mirror and adjusting himself to perfection. When he looked back over at Remus he blushed a little again. 

 “Get out so I can get ready.” He smiled. “You’re very distracting.” 

“Fine,” Remus sighed in mock-defeat. “I’ll see you after the show…” He gave his boyfriend another full once-over. “M’lady.” 

Sirius rolled his eyes as Remus ducked out of the dressing room and disappeared into the crowded pub. He looked back into the mirror, putting some last minute touches on his makeup, grinning uncontrollably as he thought about just how lucky he was.