Fic: Next Stop, Mykonos [Wolfstar, R]
(This is for @starstruck4moony , who needed a little pick-me-up this week and asked for a Wolfstar modern AU airport meet cute. Credit to @irish-slytherin for the bag-switch idea, as well as the suspicious content of Sirius’s suitcase!)
Warnings: language, vague references to sex toys
Sirius stood doing the baggage-carousel-shuffle. He shifted his weight from foot to foot as he struggled to see through the crowd, waiting for a glimpse of his distinct red suitcase with the gold trim. He kept eyeing the gathered travellers, surveying the shifting gaps, the ways in, the children he may have to stand on or step over. The stream of luggage joining the carousel had paused, the same two unassuming black cases taking another turn around.
The small airport was hot and stuffy and Sirius took the opportunity to shrug off his jacket and tie it around his waist. Tiptoes, checking, nothing yet. He crouched down, balancing on the balls of his feet as he opened up his satchel to pull out his phone. He was just about to switch it back on when a nudge from behind sent him wobbling forwards, managing to catch himself before he made a total tit of himself. He turned, scowl in place, to see a tall guy apologetically raise a hand without even looking at him before continuing to slide between the waiting travellers. A peek between legs revealed that more luggage had been added to the carousel. Shit.
