Hey Eve! Here's an example for the fic I mentioned!
What a chaotic trio oh my goodness. This fic was definitely a reminder of why I don't stop and start fics, because it remained in my 'unfinished' folder for a month! Yikes! SW credit goes to @lumosinlove, and I hope you enjoy!
“Are you sure you want us to do this?” James asked as the video began.
Marlene quirked an eyebrow. “Have you got something to hide?”
He turned to the camera with a bright smile instead of answering. “Hey, everyone, I’m James Potter and I’m here with some of my teammates to show all of you the last things on our phones.”
“Teammates,” Sirius muttered.
“We play for the same team! Team-mate! It explains itself!”
“I’m the fucking godfather of your child!”
“Moving on!” Leo interrupted. “Any volunteers for who’s going first?”
Dead silence followed before Talker shook his head. “Guess that’s me.”
#1: What’s the Last Picture on Your Camera Roll?
“The last picture in my camera roll…” He chewed his upper lip for a moment while he opened his phone, then snorted and turned it around. In the photo, Finn and Remus were leaning over a model volcano with identical expressions of confusion. “This is the second-to-last one.”
“There’s another one?” James asked eagerly.
Talker swiped sideways with a grin. Finn and Remus stayed in the same position, though their faces were hardly visible through the mess of foam lava; all four men burst out laughing. “Look at these idiots.”
“Aren’t they the ones who built that?” Sirius asked incredulously.
“Yeah, and it wasn’t working at first because the baking soda was old.” Leo wiped the heel of his hand under his eye to dry his tears of mirth. “Then they added double the stuff and it worked way too well. Jesus Christ, Finn was convinced he blinded himself on accident.”
Talker shook his head. “Alright, Pots, you’re up.”
“This is going to shock you guys,” James warned. “But I actually have a child that you might not have heard about. His name is Harry, he’s just over a year old—”
“Here we go,” Talker murmured.
“—and he’s fucking adorable.” All three men looked away while James presented the photo. Harry was cradled in Lily’s arms, reaching out toward the cameraman with a gaptoothed smile. “Isn’t he cute? Love that kid.”
Sirius kneaded the bridge of his nose. “If you had to give a rough estimate of how many pictures you have of that baby…”
“Easily into the thousands,” James answered immediately. “Easily. And you have no ground to stand on because I bet every dollar in my wallet the last picture on your camera roll is your fiancé.”
“First of all, I hate you,” Sirius said. “Second of all, you’re correct.”
“Called it,” Leo snorted.
“It’s not a flattering picture, though.”
“Your point?”
Sirius held out his phone, pressing his lips together to conceal his laughter as the other three broke down. Remus was passed out cold on the couch—one side of his face was squished against the armrest and his mouth was mostly open, with one arm dangling onto the floor. “The post-game crash knocked him the fuck out.”
“We’ve all been there,” Leo said through his snickering. “We’ve all—shit, was he even breathing?”
“Loudly,” Sirius confirmed. “Very, very loudly. Batter up, rookie.”
“I think mine’s pretty boring,” he said as he opened his phone and swiped through. “The last one on my camera roll…yeah, it’s just a screenshot of a meme from Instagram.”
“Wait, wait, let me see that,” Talker said; he reached over and Leo leaned away, only for his phone to be plucked away by James, who immediately dissolved into cackling. “Does that say what I thought it said?”
“Yeah,” James wheezed. “Knutty, c’mon, you’ve gotta read it out loud.”
Leo snatched his phone back and narrowed his eyes. “None of you are allowed to laugh.”
“Way too late for that, bud.”
He heaved a deep sigh before looking down at the screen. “How to Eat Pain au Chocolat without Thinking About Getting—censored—by a French Canadian.”
The entire studio erupted into laughter and his face went beet red; Sirius hid his face in the crook of his elbow as James and Talker clutched their stomachs. “Please—” Sirius paused for a moment, breathless. “Please send that to Remus—mon dieu.”
“I did!” Leo defended. “That’s the whole reason I screenshotted it!”
#2: What’s the Last Thing You Searched?
“The last thing I searched was ‘123movies’,” Leo said when the title card disappeared in a pop of confetti. All four men were quite a bit calmer than before. “There are too many different streaming services and none of them have The Corpse Bride, which is a criminal offense.”
“Are there a lot more hot singles in your area than you previously believed?” James asked sympathetically.
“No, because I use ad blockers like a normal person.”
“Okay, goody two shoes,” he scoffed. Leo gave him a look of disbelief, but he paid it no mind. “My last search was ‘is veal pig’. Turns out, the answer is no.”
Sirius stared at him for a long moment. “Pig is pork, Jamie.”
“But it’s also bacon. Meat has weird names.”
“How are you still alive?”
“Hell if I know,” James laughed. “Okay, Talkie, spill the beans.”
“I’m so boring,” Talker complained. “‘Distance Gryff stadium to airport’.”
“You didn’t use Google maps?” Leo asked at the same time Sirius said, “you don’t know the way?”
“It was five am!” he protested. “Give me a break! And come on, Cap, there’s no way yours is more exciting than that.”
Sirius rolled his eyes, though his cheeks turned a light pink as he read. “‘Engagement ring Gryffindor’.”
“Awww,” the other three cooed, far louder than necessary.
“Shut up.”
#3: What was your last text?
“The lovely Lily Potter sent me a very sweet and romantic message when I got here,” James said with a proud smile. “It says ‘please don’t share any sexts on camera’. Love you, honey!”
“Aw, she has so much faith in you,” Leo laughed. “Uh, mine is from Finn and it says ‘his little legs aren’t built for distance’, in reference to a video of a pallas cat that reminded us of Logan. We’re in the process of constructing a Tremzy moodboard for the groupchat.”
Talker shook his head. “My youngest sister sent me sixteen tiktoks in a 45-minute period, so the text I sent in return was ‘did you sleep’. I should probably add that those 45 minutes were between one and two am.”
“Ye olde days of staying up past midnight,” Sirius sighed. “My last text was to my father-in-law, Lyall Lupin, because he sent the family groupchat a video of a preying mantis he found while was at work. I responded ‘very cool!’ and got a heart emoji from Hope.”
James crossed his legs and leaned around Leo to look at him. “You have a family groupchat with Loops’ parents?”
“To be honest, I didn’t have much of a choice.”
“That is so domestic,” Leo snorted.
“Okay, making a moodboard of a random cat for my boyfriend.”
“At least I don’t text his dad!”
#4: How many alarms do you have set?
“Three,” Sirius said. “One at 7:30 am, one at 8 am, and one at 8:30 am.”
James frowned. “Don’t you nap, like, all the time?”
“If I make a nap timer I delete it when I’m done.”
“Well, I have 45,” Talker said, tilting his phone toward the camera. “Because I take naps all the time and don’t delete them because I’m not a neat freak.”
“Rude.”
Leo held his phone out as well with slight embarrassment. “I have seven, and they’re all two minutes apart because I always hit the snooze button when it’s time to get up and both my boys are terrible about remembering to set their alarms. 7:30 am, 7:32, 7:34, etcetera etcetera.”
“I have ten alarms for before 8:30 am, and then one at 2 pm and one at 4 pm,” James said with half a laugh. “The struggles of being a parent.”
Sirius bit back a grin and rested his chin on his hand. “You’re a parent? Really?”
“I never would have guessed,” Leo agreed.
Talker gasped; his eyes widened in comical disbelief. “Pots, you have a child?”
#5: What’s your most frequently used emoji?
“That would be…” James trailed off and narrowed his eyes at the screen. “It’s the little double heart because that’s Lily’s favorite, but the last one I used was the sunshine.”
“Mine is a heart, too,” Sirius said. “Just the basic red one, though.”
“You two are horribly in love,” Leo said drily, though a smile ticked at the corners of his mouth. “Mine’s the sparkles.”
“Why?”
“Why not? Sometimes words need jazz hands, Pots.”
Talker looked between them and raised his eyebrows. “You are all so basic. Mine is the mouse emoji.”
They turned to him with identical expressions of bewilderment. “Dare I ask why?” Sirius ventured.
“Oh, please, like I’d tell you.” Talker winked once before turning his phone off and sliding it into his pocket with a self-satisfied smile. “Some secrets just aren’t meant to be shared.”
“Mouse infestation,” Leo guessed.
“Nope.”
“Disney obsession?” Sirius tried.
“Not even close.”
James bit his lip. “Inside joke with Noelle.”
Talker held up a hand for a high-five and James enthusiastically responded with a whoop of triumph. “I’m not telling you what it is, though.”
“Yeah, I figured.”
“Thanks for joining us today, Lions, and don’t forget to like and subscribe for more content,” Sirius said with a smile to the camera. “If anyone has guesses on what the inside joke between Thomas Walker and his girlfriend might be, feel free to drop them into the comments or email Lion Pride.”
I think it would be really interesting for leo and sirius to talk ab how they both didn’t go to college and how they both joined the nhl at 18 but had v different upbringings
Ooo, I like this one! I’m always down for some Cap and Knutty bonding. SW credit goes to @lumosinlove!
TW for mentioned bad parenting
“Kinda weird, isn’t it?” Leo said, breaking the nighttime silence after many long minutes of just their breathing. Sirius hummed in question. “Starting all this so young.”
Sirius made a noncommittal noise and Leo shifted, never taking his eyes off the sky. There was too much light pollution to see the stars properly in Gryffindor, but the roof of the rink didn’t have a bad view; the planes flying overhead brought pinpricks of brightness to the indigo blur.
“Was it hard for you?”
He heard Sirius’ coat move. “Was what hard?”
“Starting the NHL at eighteen.”
There was a long beat of silence. “Sometimes.”
“I didn’t know if I would make it,” Leo confessed, still barely above a murmur. Nobody else was around, but it didn’t feel right to talk in normal voices. The whole world was muted, save for the noise of the city below them. “There was just so much to do.”
Sirius laughed softly. “I hate to break it to you, rookie, but that doesn’t change.”
“How do you deal with it?”
“Before, or now?”
Leo thought for a moment. “Both.”
“Before, I would go home and shoot pucks until I was too tired to stand up. Sometimes I would read.” It wasn’t a secret, but it still made Leo’s heart hurt to remember. Nobody as kind and hardworking as Sirius deserved that. “Now, I make myself some food, take a shower, and steal Re’s softest hoodie.”
Leo could hear his smile in the dark—it echoed his own. “Nothing better, huh?”
“Nope.”
“Finn’s fit me best,” he mused. “But Lo’s smell better.”
“Ah, he finally discovered deodorant?”
“Shut up,” Leo teased, elbowing his ribs. Sirius laughed a little louder; in the light of the streetlamps and the absence of his granite-hard focus, it was easy to remember that he was only 26. Leo had worshipped him as a kid, but now he just saw Sirius for what he was. His captain, who guided him through the playoffs even when his personal life was crumbling apart. His older brother, though Sirius certainly wouldn’t think of him that way. His friend.
“Really, though, it’s important to have those connections,” Sirius said when they both calmed down. “Being alone is good, but only if you know you have people to talk to when you need them.”
“Was it easier when you weren’t living with someone?”
“No.” The answer was immediate.
“Sometimes I want the apartment to myself.” Leo lowered his voice unconsciously, then sighed. “It’s not because I don’t want them there. I just need to be alone. Wash the dishes. Clean my room. Call my mom.”
“You should tell them.”
He turned his head slightly; Sirius was still scanning the sky. “Is that what you did?”
“It took a couple hiccups, but yeah. If one of us needs some alone time, the other will go to the grocery store or take a walk, maybe hang out with friends. You just have to make sure your boys know that it’s not personal.”
“You’re freakishly good at sage advice.”
Sirius snorted. “Merci, rookie.”
“I’m not a rookie anymore.”
“Yeah, you are.” He raised his hands, as if outlining a marquee. “The Eternal Rookie, starring Leo Knut.”
Leo stuck his tongue out, feeling rather petulant about the whole thing. “Watch it, Cap, I’m gonna sic Dumo on you.”
“My own father?” Sirius gasped dramatically. “How could you?”
“Did you ever get homesick?”
The question was out of the blue—he didn’t blame Sirius for faltering. Honestly, Leo was kicking himself for asking in the first place, though he had been keeping it in for ages. Unspoken rule of the Lions #1: Don’t ask Cap about his childhood.
“I…” Sirius fell silent once more.
“I’m sorry,” Leo apologized, and he meant it. “That came out of nowhere.”
“I missed Regulus,” Sirius continued carefully without acknowledging him. “But no, I didn’t get homesick. I didn’t have time, or a real reason.”
Alone in a new city, finally out of a horrible living situation, but desperately missing the little brother he left behind… Leo couldn’t even begin to imagine going through it when the NHL by itself was already overwhelming to his teenage brain. He scooted an inch closer until their shoulders touched. “I get homesick every couple of months.”
“You have a kind family.”
“Have you even met them?”
“At the party.” Sirius’ smile was practically audible. “Your mother was very excited to see me.”
“Oh, god,” Leo groaned. “What happened?”
“She—“ He broke off with a laugh. “She was very nice, I promise, but I think I surprised her because she squeaked when I said ‘hello’.”
Leo shook his head. “Did you sneak up on her?”
“I’m six two, I can’t sneak up on anyone!”
“You walk like a fucking ghost, dude! It’s creepy!”
“Okay, rude.”
“I swear, you and Loops need to be belled like cats,” Leo huffed.
They lapsed back into comfortable quiet for a few more minutes as a train rattled past on one side and the metro busses rolled down Main Street on the other. It had taken Leo a long time to figure out Gryff’s layout, and even longer to get used to the sounds of the city.
“What does it feel like?”
Leo blinked, unsure if he had heard correctly. “What?”
“Being homesick.” Sirius shifted again and folded his hands over his stomach. “I didn’t notice much of a difference in practices when I started the NHL, and going back to my parents’ house wasn’t my exactly a highlight of my year.”
Curiosity overrode his tact and reasoning skills. “You never asked Logan?”
“Non. It was different, with him. He had already left to go to college before I knew him, and spent four years away from his family.”
“Right.” Leo forgot about that on occasion. That Finn and Logan might be five years older than him, but they had only been rookies a year or two prior. Not everyone went straight from their city select team to an official draft. “It’s hard to describe.”
Sirius made an understanding noise, but he couldn’t entirely mask his disappointment. Leo licked his lips and tried again.
“It’s like a piece of you isn’t where it’s supposed to be. And it keeps tugging on your chest, but you never know when it’s going to start and stop so you just… deal with it. You ignore it some days and you think about it other days.” He swallowed around the lump in his throat. “The hard days are when you remember you can’t go back to the way things were before. I don’t even call my mom sometimes, ‘cause I know it’ll make me sadder.”
“The way things were before?”
“Yeah, like—like all my classmates are in college, and I’m laying on a roof with one of the most famous hockey players in the history of forever.” That drew a light laugh from them both. “I’m gonna go back to my reunion in a couple years and have literally nothing in common with the people I used to be friends with.”
“Sometimes I wish I went to college,” Sirius said. “But I would have missed so much if I did. I don’t think I would have been happy there.”
“Finn and Logan get weird about college.” Maybe he shouldn’t be talking about it, but Leo had the feeling none of their conversation would leave the rooftop. “It was hard for them, with all their shit.”
“Re does, too.” He recognized the sad edge in Sirius’ voice; it was the same as his own. “For a different reason. It started good, and ended bad.”
“I’m glad I missed out on that,” Leo said, biting down the urge to scream at the universe for putting their significant others through so much hardship at an already-difficult time. None of them deserved the pain they went through. “Besides, it’s not like we need degrees to play hockey, and we’ll have plenty of money afterward.”
“I never thought about my life after hockey until my ankle.”
“My parents always pushed me to make sure I wanted to do the NHL instead of more school.”
“You’re lucky to have them.”
“I wish you did.”
The words hung suspended between them before Leo could swallow them back down, somehow dangerous and calming at the same time. It wasn’t like he had never thought about it before; he just hadn’t said it out loud. The first time he had seen Sirius’ parents across the rink had given him a case of the heebie-jeebies so strong he had to shower twice. All the times after that just made him angry.
“I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be.” Sirius’ voice was quiet, but not upset. “You’re not the first person to say it. I’m glad you feel like you can be honest with me.”
Leo frowned. “Well, yeah. Obviously.”
“I try really hard to not be an asshole captain, so it actually does mean a lot.”
“I don’t think you could be an asshole if you tried.”
The barking laugh that split the night startled Leo so bad he nearly jumped out of his skin; Sirius clapped a hand over his mouth, though he was still snickering. “Sorry, sorry, I just—holy shit, I forgot you didn’t know me before. Mon dieu.”
“You weren’t that bad,” Leo protested. “Pots said you used to be grumpier, but that’s it.”
Sirius shook his head, wiping tears of mirth from his eyes. “I was such a dick. There’s not a single picture of the whole team where I’m smiling for about two years and I was such a stickler for the rules.”
Leo gaped at him. “You followed rules?”
“To the fucking letter. It was awful.”
“What happened?”
Sirius shrugged. “I got friends. Idiot friends who did things like showing me the easiest way onto the roof. Pots used to drag me up here every Friday.”
“Really?”
“Ouais.” Mischief flitted over his face. “He skipped date night with Lily once on accident, and she tracked us up here like a bloodhound. It was terrifying.”
“What did you do?” Lily was one of the nicest people Leo knew, but he knew better than to get on her bad side.
“Lied to her face while James hid behind that strobe light.”
“Did it work?”
“Are you kidding?” he snorted. “She called me a liar and suggested getting a better best friend. That was after she told James he’s better have something nice planned for their next date if he ever wanted to get in her pants again.”
“And yet you didn’t listen to her.” Leo tsked. “Of all the people on the team, you chose the hot mess.”
“Trust me, rookie, James had his whole life figured out compared to me.”
“Did you…” Leo trailed off and but his lip. He had pushed his luck a lot already; who knew if one more question would be the tipping point? “Did you ever think about coming out? Even just to Pots.”
Sirius didn’t hesitate. “After every single game.”
“For seven years?”
“Up until the day those pictures were leaked. Even more after Re and I were together.”
“How old were you when you knew?”
“13. You?”
Leo exhaled slowly. “I’m not sure. I think I had an idea of it as a kid, but didn’t really get it until I was in high school. My parents were even more worried about the NHL after I told them.”
“They worry a lot about you.”
“Only child, and I was going for a wildly unstable career path with no guarantee that I would ever see the ice.”
“They’re proud of you. More than you know.” Sirius’ watch beeped. “It’s ten o’clock. Are you supposed to be home?”
“I should probably make sure my boys haven’t burned down the apartment.” Neither of them made an attempt to move. “Can we do this again sometime?”
“Of course.”
You’re like a brother to me, he wanted to say. I don’t know who else I can talk to like this. “Thank you.”
“Any time. We don’t have to do extra practice beforehand, either.”
Leo nudged him gently. “You’re the best captain ever.”
“You’re the best rookie, rookie.”
“I’m not a rookie.”
“Yeah, you are.”
Yeah, I am, he thought as they laid side-by-side in silence once more with the past behind them and the future ahead. And if I end up like you, it means I did something right.
What are the chances you might draw Katie and Logan someday? No pressure of course, I just love them so much 🥰 Can you tell I reread some Vaincre today
Harry and Sirius (with some bonus James/Lily/Remus/Natalie) Sweater Weather Headcanons
Am I supposed to be finishing fics? Yes. But ssh.
CW: Headcanon 6 contains mentions of food, Headcanon 7 has a mention of affectionate head slapping and name calling.
Rating: G
The sweater weather universe was kindly created by and given to us by the genius that is @lumosinlove
- The first time Remus and Sirius babysit, Remus wakes up in the middle of the night to find Sirius sitting up staring at the travel cot set up in their room and when Remus asks how long he's been awake Sirius tells him he didn't go to sleep. Remus sits up and tells Sirius that he'll keep an eye on Harry now and he should get some rest.
- Whilst Harry lives and breathes hockey as a kid, Sirius is the first one he tells when he decides it is not what he wants to do as a job. Sirius sits with him whilst he tells James and Lily, even though he tells Harry a thousand times before hand that they will not care one bit. It's true.
- Harry goes through a phase where before he will make any decision he asks what Sirius' favourite is. "Harry, what do you want for dinner?" "What's Uncle Padfoot's favourite?" "Harry, do you want to wear the white or the orange t-shirt?" "What's Uncle Padfoot's favourite?"
- Harry has a teddy bear with a t-shirt that has a photo of Lily, James, Remus and Sirius holding baby Harry on it. Harry takes that bear everywhere with him until he's about 5 years old. After that, 'bear' lives on Harry's bookcase. When he goes to college, somehow 'bear' gets left at home and James/Lily drive all the way back the next weekend to give it to him because none of them want to risk him getting lost in the post.
- Sirius teaches Harry to ride a bike.
- Whilst Sirius does pick up some basic cooking skills from Remus, and is able to get by with the few simple dishes he knows plus takeout, he learns to bake with Harry. Lily and Harry bake something every Sunday, and then Harry teaches Sirius the next time he goes round to their house.
- On Harry's first day at school, Sirius tells James and Lily to takes loads of photos and Lily just smacks him round the back of his head, calls him an idiot and tells him that he is obviously coming to drop him off too, so Harry rocks up to his first day of kindergarten with a little entourage of James, Lily, Natalie, Sirius and Remus. It was all Lily could do not to have the rest of the team there too.
- Natalie teaches Harry his first swear word and then blames it on Sirius.
- Harry has to do a drawing of his family for school one day, and he happens to round at Sirius/Remus' when this happens and he asks for a new piece of paper. Sirius asks him if he made a mistake, but Harry tells him he ran out of room and when Sirius looks he's drawn a lot of people, but James, Lily, Sirius, Natalie and Remus are massive with a big heart around them and Sirius cries for a good ten minutes.
- James and Sirius had no idea what to do with a baby when they found out Lily was pregnant, but they were determined they were going to be useful and not put any unnecessary burdens on Lily. They brought every single baby book they could find and spent hours studying and quizzing each other on them.
Hold your horses, I finally finished writing something! I know it's probably not what you expected and it's definitely not one of my best works, but I feel that if I don't post it now, I will never get out of the slump.
So apologies in advance and I hope you enjoy it a bit anyway! <3
Thank you so much for being so patient with me :)))
Thanks to @knittingdreams @donttouchmycarrots and @inloveoknutzy for all your help, love you guys <3
Characters belong to @lumosinlove !
Chapter 1
“Lily, why the hell are we out here?” Logan asked, wrapping his arms around himself. He glanced around the hall at the other party guests that were milling about—all of whom had costumes more fitting for the cool weather—and grumbled as he leaned against the wall, a hiss escaping his lips when the cold material touched his bare back.
Lily glanced at him, amused. “It’s not my fault you chose to show off your body when it’s fucking freezing outside.”
“No, it’s Finn’s. He had it stuck in his head that we just had to wear sexy costumes,” Logan rolled his eyes; though he couldn’t deny that he’d been more than happy when he first saw Finn that night. His breath had completely left his lungs when the redhead had stepped out of the bathroom wearing a Spartan costume, smiling like a little kid at his fake sword, his firm abs on display, a familiar trail of red hair disappearing under the wide belt and—
Logan gulped and tried to remember that he was at a party full of people, willing his mind not to think about how he’d felt. Or about how much he was dying to get Finn out of that damn skirt.
“Still, that doesn’t explain why we’re out here instead of inside, where it’s warmer and I could be in my half-naked boyfriend’s arms.”
“Just bear with me, ok? It shouldn’t be long now.”
Logan sighed; he knew better than to try to argue with his friend. “So how’s your business going?” he asked instead.
“Oh, it’s great!” Lily replied, her face lighting up with a smile. “We received a shipment of rare books today, there’re a few that I’m sure Finn would love. I will separate a few—” she stopped in the middle of her excited explanation as she looked towards the elevators, her smile going wider. “Remus!” she yelled and, without another word, pushed against the wall to walk ahead.
Frowning, Logan grumbled and followed behind a moment later. Had she been waiting for someone? Perhaps this meant that he could go back inside and get out of the cold. Halfway there, he looked to see who Lily had called for, noticing two people waiting but focusing mainly on one of them as his eyes fell on a long set of legs. Damn, this guy is huge, he thought as his gaze wandered slowly up the dark ripped jeans and comfy looking jumper.
The guy jumped slightly and dropped some keys he was holding. Logan didn’t get to see the face under the mop of blond hair as he bent to pick them up, but noticed how red his neck was and chuckled softly.
Cute.
Then the boy straightened up and Logan almost choked on his laugh as their gazes locked. His eyes were the bluest he’d ever seen, like staring at an open sky, contrasting with the blush on his cheeks—whether from the cold or from embarrassment, Logan wasn’t sure. He seemed slightly guarded, which made Logan cock his head wondering why. As a few more seconds passed and he didn’t break eye contact, some of the tension left the boy’s shoulders, the corner of his mouth lifting up in a shy smile as he ruffled his hair, the gesture going straight to Logan’s gut.
Shaking his head, he focused on the floor as he reached Lily’s side. The man standing next to the blond—Remus, most likely—was talking with Lily, but Logan could barely process what they were saying in the middle of the turmoil that was his head. With great effort, he tried to keep his eyes down, but his gaze kept wandering back to blue.
He was pulled out of his musings when Lily placed a hand on his shoulder and tilted her head towards the tall guy who, Logan noticed, had his eyes now trailing down Logan’s arms. “Hi, I’m Lily and this is Logan,” she said with a smile.
The blond —Logan cursed himself for not catching his name— gave him a sheepish wave and another small smile, and Logan found himself returning it as a tingling sensation spread through his body, starting from his mouth and going down to his toes.
“Salut! Are you guys joining the party?” he asked hopefully.
“Ah, sorry, but well… we don’t really have costumes,” Remus replied and the other guy turned to look at him with a scowl. It looked like he wanted to argue with his...friend? Logan had no idea what they were. Or who they were, for that matter.
But he kinda wanted to.
“Costumes are not mandatory. C’mon, I promise you’ll have fun,” Lily turned pleading eyes to Remus.
The newcomers glanced at each other, an unspoken conversation being held between them. Taking a sip from his drink, Logan stared at the floor again and, when he looked back up, the blond had his head tilted down, his bottom lip jutting out, eyes big and begging and blue, and it was so fucking adorable that Logan almost spat out his rum.
He turned to the side and coughed discreetly just as Remus gave in and Lily started happily guiding them into the apartment.
All the way there, Logan kept wanting to ask for the guy’s name as they stole glances at each other, but he didn’t want to show just how little attention he’d been paying. Or maybe where his attention had been. Once inside, they were welcomed by the much needed heat, low lights and a playlist that was without a doubt put together by Talker. Natalie, Marlene and a few other people were dancing to the beat, but Logan knew where he would find most of the gang: in the living room, exactly where they’d left them.
The thought of who would be waiting for him there felt like a bucket of cold water thrown in his face, making him falter in his step. What the fuck had he been thinking? Frowning, Logan hid his tightly closed fists inside his pockets, waiting a few steps back while Lily filled two cups with some orange beverage and handed them over to Remus and his companion.
As soon as they stepped into the living room, his sight landed on Finn playing against Thomas and Kasey, his wild auburn hair falling into his eyes, completely focused on the task at hand as he tapped buttons and whooped when he managed a combo.
Finn.
Logan made a bee-line for him, desperate to feel his boyfriend’s warmth, have him close after the jarring emotions that had assaulted him just now. He also left his cup at the table for good measure—maybe he’d been drinking too much.
Burrowing into his boyfriend’s side, he tried to leave as little space between them as possible, which made Finn chuckle and shiver slightly.
“Honey, you’re freezing,” he said as he nudged him with his head.
“Blame Evans. She forced me to stay out so she could wait for her friend.” His thoughts went back to the other person that had come with them, but he avoided the urge to look for him.
“Friend? Who was it?” Finn asked, not taking his eyes away from the screen as suddenly James’ character stood still and they started losing. “Pots, focus!”
“Someone named Remus? I have no idea.”
“Wait, no no no!” Finn screamed and punched the buttons harder, but James was not helping at all and they were both knocked out. “Oh, come on!” Everyone laughed as Finn threw the controller on the table and turned to playfully glare at Lily, who was sitting on James’ lap. “Lily, what did I tell you? Don’t distract him when he plays on my team!”
“Stop crying and pay up, O’Hara!” Kasey grinned and high-fived Thomas.
“Yeah, yeah, you’re just lucky Lily was on your team as well,” Finn mumbled but threw the twenty bucks in their direction before turning to Logan with a smile. “Hey baby.”
Next thing Logan knew, there were lips pressed against his. He smiled into it, bringing a hand up to brush Finn’s hair out of his face, letting the feel of his body ground him again.
As they pulled apart, he caught the blond guy staring, their eyes meeting only for a second before the boy looked away. His jaw was set in a hard line, so different from the expressions he’d shown Logan out there, and suddenly he was flooded with guilt at the pull that kept tugging in two different directions.
He felt completely thrown off. His feelings for Finn were as strong as ever, but he was still very intrigued by this other person. There was something that made him want to talk with him more, ask about his life, check if those long arms could envelop him whole as it seemed. To just go over there and introduce him to Finn.
What kind of shitty person was he?
“Everyone,” Lily said then, grabbing everyone’s attention, “these are Remus and Leo. Remus is Sirius’ new neighbour, so be nice to them!” She pierced them with her best and-if-you-don’t glare that all of them knew well, making some of the guys gulp.
Leo, Logan thought. It fit him, somehow.
“It’s nice to meet you all,” Remus said.
“Hello,” Leo smiled brightly at whoever was sitting to their right and Logan felt Finn freeze for a second as the corner of his mouth lifted in a silly smile.
Well, at least he knew Finn found Leo attractive as well.
His boyfriend turned to him, tilting his head to the side. “I’ve run into that Remus guy in the hall before, but who is that?”
“His friend?” Logan said, trying not to sound too interested. “I don’t know, it doesn’t seem like they live together.”
“Yeah, no, I mean… I feel like I’ve seen him somewhere?”
Logan frowned. “I don’t think I saw him in the building before. I would remember someone that tall.”
“Oh baby, are you grumpy cause you hurt your neck when you looked at his face?” Finn teased as he petted Logan’s hair.
“Shut up, I’m not that much shorter than you.” Logan crossed his arms over his chest, turning his face away from Finn.
The stupid ass laughed and kissed his temple, which admittedly always managed to make Logan melt and lean into him, but he still made a ‘hmph’ sound, pulling another laugh out of Finn.
While both of them were distracted, the rest of the guys started setting everything up to play a new game which Remus seemed interested in. And then, out of nowhere, Sirius was asking Remus to play with him.
Finn and Logan looked at each other, wondering what the hell Sirius was up to. It was rare for him to want to play with some random guy, especially when most of the people in the room already had a hard time beating him. They even had a bet going about who would be the first to get five wins over Pads and so far, no one had managed it. Remus had absolutely no chance against someone that did this for a living.
But as it turned out, it was a very heated competition that had everyone watching closely. Logan wasn’t sure that he’d ever seen Sirius like that. He could tell he was focused, yes, but he was also excited, even if he was hiding it on the outside. In the end, Remus kicked Sirius’ ass.
“Yes!” both Remus and Leo yelled and then hugged, laughing. Leo put a hand on the back of Remus’ head and bumped their heads together. The gesture showed just how close they were, how comfortable they felt with each other, but what really had Logan’s attention was that wide, unbelievably happy smile that showed off his—
“Finn...dimples,” he whispered, though probably not as quietly as he should have, given the way Kasey snorted.
That in itself wasn’t a weird thing to say. Finn and Logan were open with each other. They talked about everything and had no secrets between them, because talking with Finn was as easy as breathing, and as vital too.
Logan trusted Finn. With his whole heart.
He knew he could talk to him about other guys that he found attractive and that Finn could do the same, ‘cause they weren’t possessive or so blinded by jealousy that they couldn’t separate things. It wouldn’t be the first time they’d had a talk like that either.
This was different though.
It’d been a very long while since Logan had been struck like this. Probably since the first time he’d laid eyes on Finn; he’d had no words to describe the feeling at that moment either. But there was something about those blue eyes and the way he’d held Logan’s gaze, about that shy but steady demeanour. And that smile.
Fuck, that smile.
Logan didn’t even know him, and he already knew that he’d love that grin here or in any other universe. And just how fucking weird was that?
Maybe he could ask Leo to play a game with him next, get to know him, make him feel comfortable. But he couldn’t get his attention, Leo’s gaze kept evading him, and Logan felt something like dread at the possibility that Leo might be doing it on purpose.
He didn’t get much of a chance anyway. After a bit of teasing about Padfoot, Remus stood up to defend him before trailing off in the middle of his speech, a faraway look on his face. Then he rushed out of the room, leaving a tense silence behind and Leo staring helplessly after him.
Lily was the first one to approach him, placing a hand on Leo’s shoulder. “Are you ok?”
“Yeah, I… I will go check on him,” he smiled sadly and nodded to the room in general. “Thank you for inviting us.” And with that, he exited without a second glance back.
Logan wasn’t sure how he should feel about this kind of departure, or at the realisation that he might not see Leo again. Maybe it was a good thing; if his emotions could get stirred just by some glances, what would it be like if he actually got to know him?
Perhaps it was better to leave things as they were.
***
Shit shit shit shit.
It was late. Leo was so, so late.
He skidded around the corner and took the next hall at a light run, trying to avoid the other students, which luckily weren’t that many. Of course, he thought bitterly, that’s probably because other people manage to get to their own classes on time.
He still wasn’t sure what had happened, he was convinced he’d set his alarm for today, but clearly he hadn’t or he wouldn’t be running. His commute was quite long as it was, which meant that if he missed the train—like today—he was inevitably late unless a miracle happened.
Maybe he should really take Remus up on his offer to move in with him. It would also mean spending more time with his best friend, since between attending classes, doing homework and the time it took to get back home, he didn’t have many opportunities to see him lately. But there was no way Leo could afford that flat, and he didn’t want to take advantage of Remus.
Finally, he reached the door to his classroom and, after allowing a few seconds to let his breathing go back to normal, he went in as quietly as possible. The Professor had her back turned to him, so he quickly scanned the room and sat at the nearest empty seat, at the very back.
Sighing in relief that he didn’t seem to have missed too much, he opened his bag and took out his copy of Pride and Prejudice and the rest of his stuff. He was in such a hurry to catch up with the class that he knocked his pencil off the table, sending it rolling on the floor. Cringing at the sound it made, Leo bent to pick it up, only to find that another hand was already there.
He leaned back, blinking at the hand offering his pencil back, then followed the lines of the arm under the green, long-sleeved shirt, up to a familiar face and there Leo had to do a double-take.
Straightening up, he raised his eyebrows, making Finn laugh, his smile lifting to the side as he waved the pencil between them.
“Um, thanks,” Leo whispered, taking it and turning back to his notes with a frown.
Had he and Finn always shared a class together?
Since this was a course he was only taking for credits, Leo didn’t know many faces here and was usually so enthralled by the lecture that he didn’t pay much attention to his surroundings.
Finn hadn’t shown any signs that he’d recognised him at the Halloween party a week ago either. Though, if he was being honest, Leo had especially tried to avoid looking at them after he’d seen him hugging and kissing Logan.
Ugh, that memory… it’d been on his mind more than he cared to admit.
Leo didn’t want to think about how stupid he’d felt that night. He’d been shocked the first time he saw Logan, how his costume showed off his shoulders and thighs, the way he carried himself, the slight pout of his lips as he made his way towards them.
He didn’t want to think about how Logan’s eyes had started travelling up his body, making him panic and act like a fool. Or how despite that, Logan had also seemed a bit shy and fucking adorable and damn it, Leo had thought he was interested in him. But then they’d gone into the flat and Logan all but ran to Finn’s side, and Leo was left feeling like the biggest idiot in the whole damn world.
He hadn’t stayed for long after that. Worried as he was about Remus, he’d followed him shortly after he’d left and hadn’t talked with anyone else at the party. He’d thought that’d be the end of it. It was weird now to sit next to Finn when he’d been checking his boyfriend out just a few days ago.
The sound of a pencil tapping against wood brought Leo back from his musings. He peeked to the side and caught Finn with his chin perched in one hand, the other playing with the thin stick at a high speed. Leo followed the movement, back and forth, back and forth, and then up as Finn raised his hand and brought the pencil to his mouth, the bottom end tugging his pink lip down and then letting go.
The rest of the room quieted down as Leo stared. There was something about the way Finn held the pencil in his long fingers, how the sun coming in from the window seemed to hug him, the specs of dust dancing in the air by his head. How his eyes looked brighter and the strands in his hair lit up like fire.
Finn looked like warmth.
Something like a chill ran down Leo’s back and he quickly averted his eyes.
Though he couldn’t keep them away for long. Apparently, Finn was one of those people that couldn’t sit still and, now that Leo’d noticed, he couldn’t ignore every little movement coming from him, his bouncing leg, how he shifted in his seat and that damn tapping again.
He tried to pay attention to class, he really did, but he was so aware of the boy sitting just a few inches away, that his eyes kept going back to him and all those little movements.
Not able to take it any longer, Leo leaned in and placed a hand on top of Finn’s, feeling him going still under his touch. “Stop it,” he whispered, their eyes locked. The other boy didn’t say anything, just glanced between Leo’s eyes and their joined hands.
Blushing, Leo pulled away and tried to focus on the front of the room, the heat from Finn’s hand still tingling at the tip of his fingers.
Stop this right now, Leo scolded himself. He has a boyfriend.
A boyfriend that he’d also felt attracted to. What the hell was wrong with him?
Determined to keep his mind out of troublesome boys, he managed to listen and take notes for about ten minutes. But then he felt eyes on him. He pretended not to notice as Finn kept stealing glances, no doubt trying to be inconspicuous about it, but, apparently, Finn was as subtle as a flying brick.
The thought tugged a smile out of Leo, who quickly schooled his expression back to one of polite interest. You just grabbed his hand out of nowhere, of course he’s staring, he sighed.
At the end of the class, the teacher wrote a list of things on the board and turned to face them. “This assignment will be the first big one you’ll have, and it will determine 10% of your score, so don’t slack off! Pair up before you go and remember, your deadline is in two weeks.”
There were a few groans at the prospect of having to do something in pairs, but everyone started gathering their things anyway and talking with each other, already forming their teams.
A nudge on his shoulder made Leo look to his left and then he had to fight the urge to jump back. Finn was leaning towards him, that crooked smile on his face again and, this close, Leo could see the freckles sprinkled over his nose and cheeks.
“I’m sorry, what?” he asked, a light blush colouring his face when he realised Finn had said something but he hadn’t listened.
Finn’s head tilted a bit to the side, the other corner of his mouth going up too. “I said, do you want to pair up with me?”
“Oh,” was all Leo could reply. He imagined working together for hours, maybe alone in a secluded part of the library… How would he ever concentrate on their work if he couldn’t even pay attention in class when they were sitting next to each other? On the other hand, Finn seemed like a nice guy and surely Leo had enough self control to keep a cool head. Just because he was slightly attracted to him it didn’t mean that things would escalate further, especially not when he knew nothing could ever happen.
“I mean, if you already have someone—” Finn started when Leo didn’t reply for a while.
“No, no, sorry. Yeah, that would be nice,” he smiled.
“Sweet. Are you free right now? My next class is in the afternoon, so we could go back to my place and get started, if you want.”
“That…” Leo hesitated, but then hardened his resolve. He could be friends with Finn, right? It would be nice to make new acquaintances at school and there was always the chance that he might see him and Logan again at Remus’ building. He could forget about one or two silly crushes, it wouldn’t be the first time he’d had to do it.
OMG CAN YOU WRITE ABOUT COOPS SURPRISING JULIAN ON HIS BIRTHDAY? LIKE TELLING HIM THAT THEY ARE SORRY THAY CANT MAKE IT TO HIS PARTY CAUSE THEYRE SUPER BUSY BUT ACTUALLY FLYING TO WISCONSIN WITHOUT HIM KNOWING?? AND ALL OF JULIANS FRIENDS TOTALLY FANGIRLING OVER THEM??
This highkey might be one of my favorite fics I’ve ever written. I adore Julian (as you could probably tell from my header) and it’s always wonderful when I can fit him in! SW credit goes to @lumosinlove <3
It was his birthday, and Jules was…well, honestly, kind of bummed. The string of his party hat itched the underside of his chin and he picked at his cake—his mother had made it the night before, and he had been looking forward to it all day. Now, though, it just tasted bitter.
His friends skated around with bright smiles and loud laughter, racing each other around the ice with reckless abandon in some weird version of tag that looked pretty lame. Jules had really tried to have fun, but the disappointment was crushing him.
Sorry, buddy, but we’ve got a game, Remus had said over the phone three days prior. We’ll come and see you as soon as we can, though, okay?
And Jules had said ‘okay, love you’ even though he wanted to cry a little, because he was eleven and that made him a grownup. Remus had never missed his birthday before.
A heavy hand squeezed his shoulder and he looked up from his paper plate. “Hey, kiddo, why aren’t you out on the ice?” his dad asked. He was smiling, but Jules could see the concern on his face.
He shrugged and pulled his hat off. “Takin’ a break. My legs were getting tired.”
It was a lie, and a poor one, but the bummer clouds were getting thicker and his birthday cake was tacky in his mouth. “Eleven’s a big one,” his dad tried again, sitting next to him on the bench.
“Yeah.”
“And all your friends are here.”
“Yeah. I don’t want to kill their mood, but…” He pressed his lips together and licked more frosting off his fork. It was chocolate; Remus would have loved it.
“Tell you what: I’ll tell people we’re having a second round of cake, and you can help me cut it instead of sitting here all by yourself, okay? That way nobody will get bummed out.”
“Thanks, Dad.” Jules pulled his feet out of his skates and wandered over to the table with his plate, sniffling a little.
“Hey, baby,” his mom said, giving him a quick side hug. “Are you okay?”
“I miss Re.” His voice wobbled and he cleared his throat. “But he’s got a game, so—”
“He sounds like a real loser, actually,” a new voice said drily behind him. Jules froze. “I mean, not showing up to his little brother’s birthday party? Yikes.”
“Next time you see him, you should kick him in the shin,” someone else added. There was a light smacking sound and a quiet laugh.
Jules slowly turned around.
Remus’ skates hung loose from his hand as he leaned against the wall, casual as you please; next to him, Sirius was barely hiding a smile. He raised an eyebrow when Jules looked at him. “Oh, hey, Jules. Fancy seeing you here.”
“Remus,” his mother scolded, though she didn’t sound very upset at all. “You could’ve said hello like a normal person.”
“You came,” Jules blurted, still in shock. Whispers were starting to spread out on the ice. “But—but you—you came out for my birthday?”
Remus gave him his most annoying big-brother look. “Duh.”
Jules was running before his brain even caught up and he flung himself at Remus, who dropped his skates and hoisted him into the air for a tight hug. “You came,” he repeated, suddenly close to tears as he wrapped all his limbs around his brother.
“Of course I came,” Remus said quietly, holding him just as close. “Wouldn’t miss it for the world.”
“I thought you had a game,” Jules sniffled, pulling back to get a good look at his face. It didn’t seem real.
“I had to make it a surprise somehow, right?” Jules punched him in the arm. “Ow!”
“I was upset!”
“Surprise?”
“Sirius, will you be my new brother?”
Sirius snorted. “Sure, Jules, that sounds great.”
“We came all the way out here just for you to replace me?” Remus asked with fake indignance, tickling Jules’ sides. “You little rat!”
“I hate you!” Jules laughed, wiggling out of his hold. Most of his friends had gathered at the boards in a clump of shock and awe—he puffed his chest out a little. Hell yeah, that’s my older brother. “Everyone, this is my brother Remus and his fiancé.”
“That’s Sirius Black,” Devin whispered, his voice cracking. Sirius waved and his jaw dropped. “Jules, that’s the Sirius Black.”
“Cool, right?” Remus flicked his ear lightly, and he stepped on his foot. “Oh, and there’s more cake if anyone wants it.”
The rest of the cake remained untouched as ten kids mobbed the newcomers; Jules perched on his bench and laced up again, grabbing his stick and sliding onto the ice once more with a smile so wide it made his cheeks hurt. Remus ditched Sirius to get his own skates on and quickly joined him, passing a spare puck over with ease.
“I didn’t think you’d come,” Jules said after a minute of short passes.
Remus’ face fell a little, all previous teasing gone. “I’ve never missed your birthday, buddy.”
“Well, yeah, but you said you had a game.” He shrugged with one shoulder and poked Remus in the thigh as he passed. “Your job kinda needs you there—”
“Jules.” He stopped short as something tugged his jersey; Remus pulled him around gently, already crouching down to his level. He looked serious in a way Jules didn’t see very often. “Hockey is never going to be more important than you, okay?”
“Okay.”
Remus gave him a look. “I need you to believe me on this one.”
“It’s your job, Re.”
“I don’t give a shit—” He wrinkled his nose in instant regret. “Don’t tell mom I said that. My job takes second priority over family. Your birthday is important to me. You are way more important to me.”
Jules’ lower lip trembled. “Okay.”
“C’mere.” Remus pulled him in for another hug and Jules scooted as close as he could. “I love you so much, Jules.”
“Love you, too, Re.”
“I’m really, really sorry for making you think I wouldn’t be here.”
“It’s alright, I’m over it. The surprise was cool as f—ow!”
Remus rolled his eyes as Jules rubbed his wounded ear. “Watch your language.”
“Fine, mom.” They pulled apart and Jules pretended not to see the dampness of Remus’ cheek that he quickly swiped away. Sirius was looking a little distressed under the onslaught of questions and gave Remus a pleading look from the bench. “I think he needs help.”
“Nah, he’s fine.” Remus grinned and blew him a kiss. Sirius pointed to something across the rink, then flipped him off as soon as Jules’ friends looked away.
Jules doubled over in laughter until a puck hit the back of his skates and nearly toppled him. He whipped around, but Remus was already skating backwards with an irritating little smile on his face. “What was that for?”
“Rule number one of hockey: don’t get distracted.”
“You little—” Jules suppressed a scream as Remus took off in the other direction, laughing at his frustration. “You can’t be mean to me on my birthday!”
“If you catch me, I’ll play goalie!” Remus called back.
Being a smart and innovative eleven-year-old, Jules found a loophole. It only took five minutes of all his friends—plus Sirius—getting in Remus’ way for him to catch up and hit the back of his knees with his stick. “I hope you brought your mouthguard,” Jules panted as they laid side-by-side on the ice, both out of breath.
Remus dissolved into laughter, and Jules wasn’t far behind. Best birthday ever, he thought as Remus clambered to his feet and headed toward the goal posts.
hi I’m back, I wanted to write remus’ first game just because yknow, but would just like to point out that I have no idea about ice hockey at all
characters belong to the wonderful @lumosinlove
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The locker room was loud, it always was, but to Remus, everything was different. Sirius had always told him he was part of the team, but until this moment he always felt slightly out of place. It wasn’t that the boys were cold towards him, far from it. Each of them made sure to include him where they could, but being their pt meant he had had to take a step back every now and again.
He doesn’t have to anymore.
“Pots for the love of fucking god stop harassing my boyfriend and get your kit on.”
From the moment he’d entered the locker room, James hadn’t left his side, either commentating every move he made, asking whether he was superstitious yet or just chirping him for any little thing.
“Why, jealous cap?” he wiggled his eyebrows, letting out an incredibly manly squeal as Sirius’ gloves hit him square in the chest. Remus just laughed, used to watching from he sidelines, the feeling of being involved foreign, but not unwelcome.
Remus continued changing, aware of the noise surrounding him but the buzz of adrenaline blocked out the majority. A hand appeared on his shoulder and he turned, a soft smile appearing as he met Sirius’ eyes.
“Hey.”
“Hi.”
“Are you nervous?” Sirius’ eyes scanned his face, looking for any signs of discomfort.
“A little, but I'm more excited. I didn’t think I’d ever get to be here,” he admitted, finding that the usual stab of pain he feels in his heart when he thinks about the accident had faded to a dull ache.
Sirius leaned down quickly, connecting their lips in a soft kiss and bringing his hand to cup Remus’ cheek.
“Yes get it cap and rookie!”
“Talker, call me rookie again and I’ll get Tremz to ring his sister and see if she's really at her apartment.”
“That’s cold Loops, cold,” Thomas mock glared, before breaking into a grin.
“You ready?” Sirius tapped his side, regaining his attention.
“As I’ll ever be.”
~
“Now that’s rookie Remus Lupin on first line with captain Sirius Black and James Potter. Now I don’t know about you Lee, but I’m wondering how he’ll fit in with their dynamic, as Black and Potter are well known for their almost psychic like play.”
“I did wonder that Frank. There have been some tweets circulating claiming favouritism is the reason for Lupins position on the team, but I’ve had the pleasure of seeing some of his old tapes and if he’s even as half as good as he was, then we are in for a right treat.”
They took their positions, Sirius center, Remus on the right, Pots on the left, Olli and Timmers in defence, Kasey in goal. They were playing Ravenclaw tonight, first game of the season. Remus’ first game for the NHL. He knew Jules and his parents were in the crowd, Jules in his jersey.
He watched the puck drop, watched Sirius steal it before the opposition even had a chance. He shot ahead, calling for the puck before receiving it, increasing his speed as he did. He dodged the defensemen, and raced towards the goal.
Should I pull the fake or save it?
He opted for a slap shot instead, hearing the goal horn blare not even a second later. He was surrounded suddenly, Sirius planting a quick kiss on his cheek, James knocking on his helmet, Olli and Timmers pulling him into a crushing hug. He could get used to this.
His goal set the pace for the game. They won 7-2, Remus scored one more, Logan got a hat trick, and James and Sirius each got one. The atmosphere of the rink was electric.
~
“Re! Re you scored! It was so cool, they didn’t expect it, all of a sudden you were there and you were so fast and it was like a blur an-” Jules rambled as he sprinted into the locker room, barreling into Remus at top speed.
“Still got it hey?” he grinned, wrapping his arms around the excited ten year old.
His mum wiped her eyes, clearing the tears that had began to form. Remus pulled her into the hug too, willing himself not to get emotional. They pulled apart as the rest of the families entered, and Sirius walked over.
“Oi Jules, where’s your Black jersey? Thought I was your favourite,” He teased, pulling the young boy into a loose headlock.
Julian laughed, scrambling to get away, before pulling up his Lupin jersey to reveal his Black one underneath. Remus wished he had his phone to take a picture, just to savour the look on Sirius’ face.
“I couldn’t pick one of you, I mean obviously Re is my brother so he has to be my favourite,” Jules started, “but you’re my favourite too.”
“Don’t tell Remus, but you’re my favourite Lupin.”
Julians smile could’ve lit up the room, and it stayed plastered on his face even as his mum pulled him out of the room to allow them to change.
“You were amazing out there mon loup, I didn’t think it was possible but I think you just became ten times hotter.”
Remus swatted at him, but a blush coated his cheeks all the same. He pulled Sirius down for a quick kiss, still on a high from the adrenaline.
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