simplydrarry:

poorlilgayremus:

• ok but a wolfstar university au
  
• remus is a english lit student obviously because he’s a nerd
  
• sirius is an art history student because he’s secretly an even bigger nerd
  
• they’ve never met but both have a lecture on a monday, wednesday and friday in the same lecture theatre two hours apart
• they both sit in the same seat every lecture
• sirius never listens in lectures and doodles on the desk, carving drawings in the old wooden tables
• one week he goes all out, draws an arty nude woman, posing ridiculously, while the lecturer goes on about the baroque movement or some shit he doesnt know
• he leaves thinking nothing of it, but taking a quick snapchat and sending it to prongs with the caption ‘this is u’
• he comes back two days later to see someone has critiqued it
• ‘why is her navel so far down? surely it should be higher?’
• sirius is taken aback - what kind of fucking nerd would critique someone’s lecture doodles
• he decides to reply
• ‘inspected a lot of ladies’ belly buttons, have you?’
• he smirks to himself and actually takes some notes for once because this art stuff can actually be interesting sometimes, who knew?
• on friday he returns to his seat to see another reply: ‘probably more than you, judging by your drawing’
• sirius is hurt
• he is OFFENDED
• he has to let whoever this mysterious stranger is know how upset he is
• he replies ‘fuk u’
• the weekend passes, and sirius returns to find the word ‘mature’ written in the stranger’s script
• conversation continues for several more weeks, until the light wood of the desk is practically turned black by the sheer amount of biro covering the surface
• sirius is suddenly concerned - he had been enjoying conversing with this sarcastic stranger
• this situation is salvageable
• he steals one of marlene’s post its and scribbles his next reply on it and fixes it under the desk, then draws a big arrow pointing to the edge of the desk
• that’ll do
• he comes back to the next lecture to find a different, bright pink post it stuck in the same place with the words ‘this will get bad for the environment - text me’
• there’s a number underneath
• this is probably the least effort sirius has had to go to to get someone’s phone number at university so far, according to marlene
• the mysterious stranger, who goes by moony, texts sirius infrequently
• its always in intense short bursts
• probably when they’re walking to and from classes
• maybe it’s just when they’re in lectures
• im not reading into this too much prongs shut up
• sirius spends the majority of his time walking around campus with his head down, texting moony
• it was usually smooth sailing, but one day he walks straight into someone else
• some six foot, scrawny bloke on his phone
• sirius looks at him and curses
• fuck, he’s hot
• he had dropped his phone, and mysterious hot boy had picked it up, and was now seemingly staring at the screen
• damn, his cheekbones were sharp
• sirius would like to cut himself on those
• he wasnt even sure what that meant but he was feeling it
• “i cant help but notice who youre texting,” hot boy says
  
• sirius doesnt think he can speak right now, so he just pulls a face that he hopes conveys all of his confusion
• it seems to work, because hot boy is giggling
• actually giggling
• fuck, hes cute
• “youre texting me”
  
• FUKC
• moony hands sirius his phone back and laughs
• “too bad about that lecture bench we destroyed, eh?”
• long story short they make out a lot
• its pretty gay
• no one dies or betrays anyone
• the end

This is cute af aw