Remus hadn't felt a rush like that in a long time.

Despite initially having to be roped in by the other marauders, Remus fucking loved being in a band. He felt like the coolest motherfucker on earth when he was on a stage with his bass in his hands.

The group of them had started out playing in bars, compensated in free drinks and pats on the back from regulars as they came and went, but they'd gained some genuine traction over the past couple months. People in his area knew him. Remus felt swept up by it all. It was great.

They'd just finished their set at the biggest venue they'd played. A couple hundred capacity, but god it felt huge. It was huge. Plenty of people from town had come along to just hear some music in a familiar place, but there were people there for them, people who knew lyrics. Their lyrics. How sick was that?

Remus felt elated when they came backstage, where you'd been waiting for him. The two of you had been best mates since bloody first year, you'd felt so proud of the boys you'd dormed with all that time as you watched from the side stage, but especially Remus. You'd always been each others favourites.

He let out a laugh seeing you, tackling you into a hug with surprising grip, it knocked the air out of you.

"Fuck, were you watching? did you see us?" Remus knew the answers to those questions, vaguely, in the back of his mind, but there was nothing really at the forefront of it at the moment. He drew back slightly, still holding onto you like a lifeline, so he could grin at you, a ridiculous amount of unrestrained affection in his eyes.

He moved a hand to cup the side of your neck, "I love you to death, you beautiful bastard." He kissed your cheek with a smack, before tucking you back to his chest.

"We did it. We did it." He repeated to himself, hand rubbing over your back. He felt high with the euphoria it gave him, and maybe with something else that had been passed around beforehand. This was the best he'd felt in a fucking while.