#sorryyyy i just think that being in the same room as the beings that delivered knowledge-emotion-willpower

[084392]

overwhelming

[sirrriusblack]

Coffee Cup

Hiiiii, so first of all, I haven’t written anything in a good while, I’m sorryyyy, I just haven’t had the energy lately. I should be back to normal but uh, apologies if I’m not :)) Second of all, this song was suggested to me by @alphamarkab a little bit ago and I just immediately got wolfstar vibes.

Sooooo, here is a coffee shop au song fic based on Coffee Cup by Anthony Lazaro :)

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Sirius couldn’t stand it. The empty flat. The near silence. The lack of laughter and joking and life. Sirius had been more than okay when James announced he was moving out of their shared flat and moving in with Lily. In fact, Sirius had probably been more excited than Lily and James themselves. But that didn’t change the fact that for the first time in Sirius’ life, he was alone. And he couldn’t escape it. Every bare wall where photos had hung, every empty shelf waiting to be filled with dust, every spot of silence throughout the flat taunted Sirius. He didn’t realise how much he needed people, until the people were gone. And obviously Sirius knew that he could still call James and Lily whenever, that he could invite Pete or James over whenever he felt like it, but it wasn’t the same. Sirius hadn’t slept at all last night. It was late morning now and it was taking every inch of him not to lean forward, grab his phone and call James. Or Pete. Or even fucking Regulus.

Sirius’ brother still wasn’t speaking to him, no doubt too scared to risk his parents’ wrath. Not that Sirius could blame him, but Reg could leave. He could leave and he could come live with Sirius and deliver a huge fuck you to their parents and their titles and their money. But he chose to stay. The last time Sirius had offered to help him escape, Regulus had blocked all contact with him. Fuck. Sirius needed a distraction. He picked up his phone. 10:53 am. He called Marlene. She didn’t answer. Clearing his throat and shaking his head, Sirius grabbed his leather jacket and opened the door.

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Caffeine Break was the only valid coffee shop Sirius had ever been to and he would stand by that until the day he died. It was a fifteen-minute walk from his flat, they sold the best coffee Sirius had ever tried, and Marlene worked there, which meant discounts. He was hoping he’d find Marls there today. The bell above the door chimed as Sirius walked in and didn’t even stop to look around the shop before he beelined for the register. A thin, wobbly boy greeted Sirius with a wide smile and a very repulsive brown hat. Sirius made a face that he wasn’t too sure was as pleasant as he’d intended, judging by the barista’s face.

“Hi, what can I get for you?” he asked, still smiling. Sirius tried to smile back.

“Uh, is Marlene in today?” he asked, hoping the boy knew who he was talking about.

“Um no, sorry, I’m covering her shift, actually,” the boy explained. “She’s sick,” he added at Sirius' confused glance. The boy drummed his fingers against the register and Sirius shook his head.

“Uh, right, thank you… could I get a black coffee? Just a black coffee,” he repeated, looking up at the boy, who nodded.

“Sure, that’ll be $3.50,” he said, holding out his hand. Sirius fumbled around his pockets for a moment before he pulled out a five-dollar note and handed it to the boy.

“Keep the change,” he muttered, feeling slightly dizzy.

“Oh, thank you,” the boy smiled. “Can I get a name for that?” he asked, gesturing to the register.

“Right, uh, Sirius,” he said, walking away slowly. The boy nodded and put the cash in the register.

“Won’t be a moment,” he turned to the next customer. “Hi, how can I help you?”

Sirius stood against the side wall of the shop, tapping his foot to the ground for what felt like hours. He checked the time. 11:12 am. It had only been two minutes. He sighed and shifted his weight onto his other foot when the barista that had served him called out.

“Order for Sirius and order for Remus!” He waited for Sirius to get to the counter before he handed him the drink and turned back to the register. Sirius started to walk to the back of the shop, where the comfiest booths were, when he took a sip of his drink and almost spat it right back out. It wasn’t coffee. Not even remotely. It was chamomile tea. Sirius spun the cup around and read the name scrawled in black ink: Remus. He turned back to the counter and laid his eyes upon a guy about his age, looking right back at him.

Sirius couldn’t move. The person across the room from him was—stunning. Literally. His hair was a mess of tawny curls that fell across his pale forehead and scraped the back of his neck. Clear framed glasses—too big for his face but somehow perfect for him—adorned his face and his shy smile was something Sirius thought he might never recover from. Remus—Sirius guessed—took a step forward and Sirius’ eyes travelled down. He was wearing a sweater, big and soft and grey, along with black jeans and white sneakers that didn’t look all that white anymore. Remus, with huge hands lost in his sleeves and wrapped around the cup, kept walking toward Sirius, dragging his feet along with him. The shy smile that had appeared before had made its exit and if Sirius looked closely enough, Remus almost looked sad. No, not almost. The smile returned when he got closer though and if it weren’t for that damned smile, Sirius just might’ve asked him to stay at a safe distance. All he could see now, however, were two big, green, beautiful, entrancing, wonderful eyes staring back at him and Sirius had to do everything in his power not to lose his shit.

“Remus?” he asked, sticking his hand out. Remus nodded and shook Sirius’ hand, glancing down at the cup in his own hands.

“Serious? I somehow feel like that’s not right,” he said, glancing back up. Sirius’ heart was skipping as he heard Remus’ voice, low and soft and beautiful. He could fall asleep to that voice alone and thinking back to last night, that was saying something. Sirius realised that Remus was still waiting for a reply, and blinked quickly.

“Oh uh, yeah, they do that every time. You’d think they’d know by now,” he said and Remus huffed a laugh. “It’s Sirius,” he added. Remus nodded.

“Like the star,” they both said at the same time. After a moment of awkward, broken laughter, Sirius stepped back a little.

“Right so um, I didn’t realise this wasn’t mine and I drank some of it,” he started. “I can get you another one if you’d like? Or I can—“

“Oh no, no it’s alright,” Remus reassured him, holding out Sirius’ cup. They swapped and each took a sip of their own drink before they both smiled awkwardly. “Right so uh, it was nice meeting you, Sirius ‘like the star’… I’ll um, see you around.”

“Yeah, see you,” Sirius replied, amused. Remus bit his lip and turned, heading toward the door, dragging his feet again. His smile fell almost right away and his shoulders sagged like they were being weighed down by something Sirius couldn’t see. He almost made it out the door before Sirius’ hero complex kicked in. Almost.

“Hey Remus!” he called out. The scuffing feet stopped as Remus turned to face Sirius, green eyes curious. Sirius half jogged over to Remus.

“Everything alright?” Remus asked, pushing his glasses up his nose and glancing around for an explanation. Sirius flicked the pad of his thumb back and forth over the coffee cup lid. “I, uh… it’s totally none of my business,” he started, moving his hand into his jacket pocket. “But I just wanted to ask—you look kind of upset… are you okay?” He finally got the words out and Remus seemed shocked. His eyes glazed over for a moment, like he wanted nothing less than to talk to Sirius about his feelings. But then his gaze softened and he shrugged.

“I’ve just...I guess I’m just having a shit day,” he explained, twirling the cup in his hands. Sirius smiled knowingly.

“Do you want to talk about it over coffee?” he asked, eyes glinting. Remus huffed a laugh. “Or over horrible tea,” Sirius added, nodding to the cup in Remus’ hand. Remus scoffed, but smiled nonetheless.

“I’ll have you know that chamomile is a great tea,” he said, scrunching his nose slightly. Sirius almost died. He really almost died. Remus let out a loud laugh that neither of them had been expecting. Sirius decided right then that he wanted to hear that laugh as much he possibly could. Remus took a step toward the booths at the back of the coffee shop. “I’d love to talk about it over coffee and horrible tea,” Remus smiled. Sirius followed after him, all dizziness long gone.

“I’ve just peeked your name on the coffee cup

What a stroke of luck the guy just messed up

and gave your cup to me.”

— Anthony Lazaro, Coffee Cup