New Year's Day - Wolfstar
Remus woke up next to his husband in their bed with a pounding headache. Last night marked their second annual New Year’s party as a married couple, and boy did Marlene bring a shite ton of whiskey.
“Pads,” Remus whispered, brushing his slender fingers over Sirius’ forehead. It was already noon and Remus suspected Sirius would be ticked off if he slept through the afternoon.
“Mmm, five more minutes, Moony…” Sirius murmured, shifting deeper under their duvet.
Remus laughed lightly, pulling the blankets off of his husband. “Get up you oaf, we have to clean.”
It took Sirius twenty minutes to stand up, nursing his own hangover, but once they were both out of bed, the first order of operations was damage assessment.
“It’s…not too terrible,” Sirius said after a moment. Remus would have to agree. Last year their flat had looked like a tornado had come through, but this year it was just…covered in glitter. And other things, but—glitter? Seriously Prongs?
Sirius grabbed the broom and dustpan while Remus began collecting polaroids from last night, laughing at Peter’s terrified expressions in each one he picked up.
“Moony, Mary left her shoes!” Sirius called from the entryway, laughing—a sound that could light up a funeral.
“I told her the stilettos were a bad choice.” Remus shook his head, placing the photos in his hand on their coffee table.
Sirius made his way into the living room with the broom as Remus began picking up red solo cups and beer bottles strewn about.
Very quickly, Sirius gave up on his efforts to sweep up the glitter, ditching that task to clean up bottles with Remus.
“Shall we call James and make him clean up the glitter?” Sirius suggested, nudging Remus’ shoulder with his own.
“You know he would just make a bigger mess.” Remus turned to look at his husband fondly. “And besides, I like having reasons to spend time with just you.”
“We live together, Moony.”
“That just isn’t enough, is it?” Remus smiled, leaning down to plant a soft kiss on Sirius’ lips.
“Get back to cleaning, you sap.” But Sirius was grinning madly. The two of them, madly in love.
“Don’t become a stranger, Padfoot.”
Sirius laughed, moving Remus’ face out of the way with his palm. Remus laughed too.
They could both recognise those laughs anywhere.