AU! Wolfstar adopted Harry.

WRITTEN FOR QLFC, SEASON 9

Puddlemere United, Chaser 1: Laziness

Prompts:

(pairing) Remus/Sirius

(restrictions) no female characters

(object) bottle of wine

Word Count: 2196

The sound of whispering and soft giggling woke Remus up. He rolled over to get closer to the noise, yawning and squinting through a small gap in the drawn curtains around the bed. A few feet away, Sirius was trying to help Harry into his pyjamas. Harry kept flailing his arms and giggling.

"Shh, you'll wake Moony," Sirius whispered. Remus' lips twitched when Harry nodded solemnly before promptly slipping on the hem of his pyjamas and giggling loudly. Sirius groaned and muttered, "You're impossible, Prongslet."

"Anything's possible, Dadfoot," Harry tried to whisper, but Remus heard him clearly. "Moomy told me that!"

"Of course, he did," Sirius said softly, ruffling Harry's hair. "Now, let's get dressed and go make breakfast for Moony, okay?"

"Okay," Harry whispered.

Remus watched in silence as the duo did their best to sneak out of the room without alerting him of their presence. He couldn't help but smile at how cute they were together. He rolled onto his back with a soft sigh, the bed squeaking under him. He ran his fingers through his messy hair before picking up his wand.

"Tempus," he muttered, his voice thick with sleep, and squinted at the numbers floating in the air above his head. For once, he didn't have to get out of bed.

It was his birthday, the one day Remus allowed himself to just relax and be lazy.

In their first year at Hogwarts, Sirius had come across Remus studying on his birthday, and he had promptly gasped in horror. "You can't study on your birthday. You need to relax at least once a year and have fun."

Sirius had dubbed it 'Remus' Casual Day.' The first 'Remus' Casual Day' went as follows: Sirius had drawn Remus a nice warm bath with extra bubbles—much to Remus' embarrassment and excitement. He had given him his own pyjama set to wear, claiming that it was made of the finest silk and nothing less than that would do for Remus. He had also gone down to the kitchens with James and Peter to ask the house-elves for Remus' favourite foods. And then, the boys had sat in the bathroom with him, regaling him with tales of dragons and knights and princesses—James' story had been the best one, and Sirius had pouted at the injustice. Their stories had both amused Remus and made him sniffle at how thoughtful his friends were.

Ever since that fateful day, the boys had refused to let Remus do anything on his birthday. Over the years, Remus had started to appreciate the tradition for what it was: a way for his friends to show that they cared for him. Their actions on that day had never failed to warm his heart.

Remus was still thinking of his friends and how much they had done for him when Sirius and Harry tiptoed back into the bedroom.

All of a sudden, the curtains were yanked back, and Harry and Sirius leapt onto the bed with huge grins on their faces, and the bed creaked loudly under their combined weight. Remus pretended to be startled by gasping and covering his face with his hands.

"Happy birthday!" Sirius and Harry cried in unison, cheered, and began singing the birthday song, clapping and whistling. Remus groaned and pretended to cover his ears even though he loved how excited they were for his birthday.

When the song was finally over, Sirius pulled out a cupcake out of thin air and handed it to Harry, who handed it to Remus.

It was the ugliest cupcake Remus had seen: the frosting was melting off its sides, rainbow sprinkles covered the entire top half, the flimsy candle looked half-bitten (why? Remus didn't know nor did he think it was wise to ask). The cake portion was also slightly burnt, and its shape wasn't round—Remus didn't even know what shape it was. It seemed to be an oval, but it was also rectangular and had more edges than he had ever seen.

It was perfect.

Harry's green eyes shone with excitement. "Moomy, make a wish!"

Remus smiled as he wrapped his arms around Sirius and Harry, pulling them up against his chest. "What should I wish for? I've got everything I need right here."

Harry pulled away from Remus and shook his head, his messy black hair flying in all directions. Harry was due for a haircut soon, Remus thought absentmindedly. "You have to wish for something! It's the law," he declared, his green eyes wide with seriousness.

Even though the Potters had died four years ago, Remus' heart still panged, at times, when he looked into those emerald-green eyes. He glanced away, taking a moment to compose himself, and Sirius placed his hand on Remus' in silent encouragement.

Finally, Remus turned to Harry, who was now perched on Remus' knees. "Okay, I know what to wish for."

"Yay!" Harry cheered and shoved the cupcake in Remus' face. "Make a wish!"

Sirius lit the candle. Remus smiled and closed his eyes. I wish for happiness for the three of us—for our little family. He opened his eyes and blew out the candle. Harry clapped and grinned, the small gap in between his teeth visible.

Remus smiled as Harry took the cupcake and fed it to him. The taste was slightly off, but the hopeful look in Harry's eyes melted Remus' heart. He whispered, "I've never tasted anything like it."

Harry beamed, and Sirius snickered, taking the cupcake from Harry's fingers. "Here, pup, it's your turn."

Harry opened his mouth wide, and Sirius tore off a small chunk and tossed it at him. Remus laughed, leaning back against the headboard, and watched Harry dive from side to side to eat the cupcake. A sense of lazy satisfaction washed over Remus as he spent time with his family.

After the cupcake was eaten—or rather destroyed—Sirius Summoned their actual breakfast from the kitchen. Remus burst into laughter when he saw the box of pizza, chocolate bars, and bottle of wine floating towards them.

"We shouldn't drink right now! I just woke up!" Remus shook his head as he pushed the bottle away from him. However, he did immediately take a bite out of the large chocolate bar; he couldn't bear to waste chocolate.

Sirius leaned closer and kissed Remus' temple. "It's your birthday. You can do whatever the hell you want," he declared, handing him the wine again. The bottle was almost clear; the sweet golden wine inside gave the bottle such a pretty hue.

"When you put it that way…" Remus picked up his wand and cast an Incendio, the flames flickering brightly in the small room. He watched it heat the air beneath the cork. He motioned for Sirius to twist the bottle, and Sirius silently followed his instructions.

A minute later, the cork popped out and flew across the room. Harry cheered as he jumped off the bed to run after it. Sirius grinned and handed the bottle to Remus. "Enjoy."

Remus smiled and drank the wine straight from the bottle, the tartness of the grapes and the sweetness of the raspberries and vanilla notes mingling on his tongue. He closed his eyes and hummed, enjoying its taste.

Sirius said, "Okay, Harry, how about you go and get Moomy the surprise you made for him?"

Once Harry was gone, Sirius turned to Remus and cupped his face. Remus opened his eyes slowly, and the air between them fizzled. Sirius inched closer, gripping Remus' waist tighter as he tilted his head down towards the brunet.

Heat rose from Remus' stomach to his chest as Sirius' lips got closer, and his heart skipped a beat. His lips parted, and Sirius' presence washed over him like a wave of warmth. Their lips finally met, and Remus' toes curled, the kiss dampening all his senses as Sirius' taste—combined with the sweet wine Remus had drunk—nearly silenced all his thoughts.

Remus' whole body tingled; Sirius' frame pressed against his as his own arms wound around the shorter man's. Sirius pulled him in, claiming his mouth, hungry and intense. By the time Remus became aware of his fingers, they had already slipped under Sirius' cotton shirt, trailing over the smooth skin beneath them and warmed by the radiating heat.

"Good morning," Sirius whispered, his voice deep and husky. He didn't bother clearing his throat before he said, "I love you."

Remus' face broke out in a wide smile; he never got tired of hearing those words spilling from Sirius' sweet lips. He reached up to stroke Sirius' hair, pushing the strands out of his dark grey eyes. "Good morning… and I love you, too."

"Ew!" Harry cried from the doorway, trying to cover his eyes with his arm. He held a large card in his hand. "You're doing the kissy face again."

"Yes, and if you're not careful, we'll do the kissy face with you," Sirius said, grinning over his shoulder at Harry, who scrunched up his nose at the thought.

"I'm a big boy now. I don't do kissy faces," Harry declared, striding over to the bed. Remus and Sirius laughed heartily at his words.

Harry walked over and climbed back onto the bed. He pushed Sirius away from Remus and snuggled back in between them. He handed Remus the card and said, "I made it for you, Moomy! Do you like it?"

Remus chugged the wine and opened the card. Rainbow glitter—more than he had ever seen—fell onto his lap. Yellow smileys, golden stars, and pencil scribbles decorated the inside of the card, and there were small chocolate-stained fingerprints on the edge, definitely Harry's.

Remus wrapped his arm around Harry's shoulders and hugged him to his side. "I love it so much! Thank you, Harry."

"Do you like the stickers? Dadfoot and I chose them," Harry said, pointing at the large bunch in the middle.

"Yes, I love them very much," Remus said honestly. Sirius shot him a disbelieving look, but Remus smiled.

"Okay, Harry, go play in the garden now," Sirius instructed, sliding out of Remus' arms. He scooted over to the edge of the bed and climbed down. "It's time for Remus' Casual Day to begin."

Harry giggled and nodded. Giving Remus a quick kiss on his cheek, Harry ran out the door. "Have fun, Moomy!"

Remus' heart soared at Harry's kiss. He tipped the bottle up and chugged some more, the sweetness of the wine almost overwhelming his taste buds. "I love him so much," he whispered, gazing at the door where Harry had disappeared. "Maybe we should get him a sibling."

"Ooh, you're getting emotional—you must be tipsy," Sirius said, ruffling Remus' hair. Remus chugged down the rest of the bottle, emptying it quickly and dropping it onto the pillow beside him.

Sirius nudged him. "Come on, I drew you a bath. With scented candles and those little bubbles you like."

"You're the best," Remus whispered, slowly rolling over and over until he reached the edge of the bed. "But I really think we should get him a sibling. He must get so lonely with just the two of us."

Sirius pursed his lips to muffle his laughter. "The wine's stronger than I thought. Come on, up you get." He reached down and dragged Remus up by his waist.

His head was slightly fuzzy, and Remus lurched forward, almost stumbling over his feet. "I'm serious," he said and snickered, hiccoughing suddenly. "I'm not Sirius—you are!"

"What was in this shit?" Sirius asked, wrapping his arm around Remus' waist and holding him close. He leaned down and picked up the bottle to inspect it. "Merlin, this is strong! No wonder you're already drunk."

Remus grinned goofily, his eyes glazing over, and pulled Sirius in for a lazy kiss, his breath reeking of the alcohol. Sirius kissed him back and then pulled away. "Okay, bath time," he said, hauling Remus towards the bathroom.

Inside, the scent of lavender and chamomile wafted to Remus' nose, and a lazy smile formed on his face. Sirius undressed Remus and helped him into the bath, making sure not to splash himself. Summoning a book, he handed it to Remus. "Enjoy your day, love. Only come out when you're all pruney and wrinkly. I'll take care of Harry for the day."

"Okay, thanks, Pads!"

Sirius gave him a soft kiss before retreating from the bathroom.

Remus let out a soft giggle, placing the book precariously on the edge of the tub. He lowered himself into the bathwater, enjoying the feeling of it washing over his bare skin. The water was cool and refreshing as it rippled around him, and Remus impulsively splashed his hands down in it, engrossed with how much it flew. He closed his eyes and breathed in the calming scents permeating the air around him.

While laziness was not a trait Remus condoned in everyday life, this was nice. This lazy day with all his favourite things reminded him that he could enjoy life once in a while. Although that feeling might vanish when he saw the state of the kitchen—he knew how much of a mess Sirius and Harry made while baking—that was tomorrow's problem.