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Lupin’s Lethargy (and the Litter Lobbing Libertines) by SwissCheesePlant
Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
13 Jan 2021
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It began, as so many of the Marauders’ misadventures did, with a heartfelt sigh and declaration of boredom from one Sirius Black.
Or, in which James is winning, Sirius has a strategy, Peter petrifies a toad, and Remus is just trying to sleep.
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- Part 1 of Marauders Shenanigans
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Lupin’s Lethargy (and the Litter Lobbing Libertines)
SwissCheesePlant
Summary: It began, as so many of the Marauders’ misadventures did, with a heartfelt sigh and declaration of boredom from one Sirius Black.
Or, in which James is winning, Sirius has a strategy, Peter petrifies a toad, and Remus is just trying to sleep.Commented. Perfection, adolescent fun. Feels like canon, and old school fic.
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URL: https://archiveofourown.org/works/28728366
Title: Lupin’s Lethargy (and the Litter Lobbing Libertines)
Author: SwissCheesePlant
Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
Pairings: Sirius Black/Remus Lupin -
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(Remus sleeping a lot bc of the moons and the others playing games to see how much they can stack objects on him before he wakes up)
The inkwells were, predictably, an error in judgment. Remus shifted, the entire tower of miscellaneous objects fell, one of the wells collided with Remus’s temple, and green ink spilt onto his hair. He awoke, unamused.
James then stacked a book on the pillow. Sirius huffed in displeasure; these were fairly boring objects worth only a point each (also they covered Remus’s face).
Sirius drew his wand. He levitated a candelabra, whose flames Evans extinguished with a horrified flick of her wand before returning to her game of chess, onto the book. Three points (would have been four without Evans’s interference).
“How many points would I be worth?” Sirius asked with a devilish grin.
Peter and James met his grin with wolfish ones of their own…
It was at the moment Sirius’s chest was flush against Remus’s that he realized this may have been a mistake.
Remus slept on, James and Peter clamped hands over their mouths to stifle their snickering, and Sirius tried valiantly to school his expression into one of a person not unduly pleased to be lying on his friend.Sirius listened to the hypnotic thump of Remus’s heart and when Pete and James weren’t looking nuzzled his head against Remus’s jumper.
“Why’re you on top of me?”
Sirius started, nearly toppling the trophy balancing on his back. Remus kept still. His voice was scratchy with sleep.
“How long have you been awake?” Sirius wasn’t sure why he was whispering.
“Few minutes,” Remus murmured.
“I’m worth eight points,” he explained.
“Mmph.”Remus chuckled and the slight movement of his chest sent a tingle of electricity up Sirius’s spine.
“Stop that! If you knock anything over, they’ll know you woke up and I lose.”
“I thought you were winning, Mr Eight Points.”
“I am but I added the last object so if you wake up now, I’m disqualified. I need this, Moony, I can knock James off the leaderboard.”
“So, you’re asking me to pretend I’m still asleep until the next person plays?”
“Yes.”
“Why should I?”
Sirius nuzzled his head against the soft dip under Remus’s clavicle. “More time to cuddle with me?”
Sirius intended for it to come out as a joke, but the sincerity in his voice was obvious even to him.Remus still didn’t ‘wake up’. Instead, he subtly shifted his hand rested between Sirius and the back of the couch so his thumb could slip under the hem of Sirius’s jumper. Goosebumps erupted on Sirius’s side where Remus’s thumb skimmed lazily back and forth just above his hipbone.
“Should we return the medieval weapons?” Pete asked James who shook his head glumly.
“What’d they need them for? Defending the castle? Psh, I’m going to go cry myself to sleep.” James started up the stairs with the exaggerated slowness of a child on their way to time-out.
Peter stared wide-eyed at the mess for a moment, no doubt imagining McGonagall’s wrath if she found they’d robbed a Hogwarts knight.(Kiss!)
A garbled sort of squawk from across the room caused Remus to wrench back. Sirius reluctantly turned his head to see James standing on the second step to the dorms, his mouth open and eyes wide.
“Was the integrity of the game compromised?”
Remus shifted his weight from one foot to the other. “Er… might’ve been.”
Sirius gasped in betrayal as James punched the air.
“Yes! Padfoot’s disqualified. Still top of the leaderboard!”James crossed his arms over his chest, smiling proudly. “So, what’s going on here? You two boyfriends now?”
Remus made a weird gulping sound and Sirius rolled his eyes.
“Prongs, could you give us a minute?”Sirius turned back to Remus, his brain whirring as he tried to summon the words that would convince Remus to be exactly what James had guilelessly suggested. But Remus’s lips were red from their kiss and Sirius couldn’t think of a single syllable. So, instead, he stepped forward and kissed him again.
Peter’s reaction was more of a squeak than a squawk followed by the slap of his hand over his eyes. Peter clumsily felt his way towards the dormitory, accidentally starting up the girls’ dormitory steps before they transformed into a slide and he toppled to the floor. He crawled like a three-legged dog (one hand still over his eyes) as he felt his way to the correct staircase and scrambled up it, helpfully calling “Prongs’ll think you cheated!” over his shoulder. Presumably referring to the game but also maybe Sirius and James’s undying platonic (they insisted) devotion to one another.
Sirius and Remus hardly noticed.
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