old cute battered boyfriends in the cold
again, for Squee! and this is a bit old of a few months but i don’t care thiS SHIP IS KILLING ME
He blinked, and his vision cleared. From every rafter, every window, and every lantern in the room hung inexpert loops of hand-made paper chains — riotous, mismatched, and clumsily constructed. Remus smiled, the soul-deep ache of his mending bones fading just a little under the benediction of such effort. He twisted his head, searching for Sirius, and felt his smile deepen. The Black arse was still fixed solidly to the seat of a very uncomfortable chair beside his bed, but the Black body was thrown forward, an arm extending over Remus’s thighs, a thin strip of paper still clutched feebly in one hand. Sirius slept like the dead, and was probably drooling, Remus mused, but his presence was perhaps the greatest Christmas gift he’d ever received.
Moony & Padfoot
It was Christmas morning, and Remus Lupin woke up early for once. Usually, he would open his eyes to the smell of hot chocolate and toast, and the sight of Sirius doing Merlin knew what now by the foot of the bed. But this time, Sirius lay huddled to his side mumbling something about murder and too early before drifting off to sleep again, and Remus sat up and started opening the presents. (He had the nagging suspicion that he would be receiving several things from girls he did not really know well. Presents that Sirius would have too much fun examining, like last year’s. And now, Remus was forearmed against any such happening.)
He picked up one small box. There was no name on the card, but Remus recognised the handwriting as the same one he usually sees on the board during Transfiguration classes. On the card was written, ’ Please do remember to keep your pet in check.’
Glad that there was no hot chocolate after all, or he would have either choked or spilled it all over Sirius, Remus opened the box.
this is everything
sorry not sorry
don’t talk to me about marauder s