#left to their own devices sirius and Remus would exist solely on pastries and caffeine

[lifeisabitch-butimcute]

wolfstarbucks (lesbian edition) // slice of life

dont ask me about a word count I wrote this on my phone in tumblr drafts 😬 few hundred words?

“They’re out of the good coffee.”

“No Bustelo?”

“No Bustelo.”

There was grumbling on the other end of the line, a few rustling noises, a murmured conversation to someone in the background, and then, “what else do they have?”

Jamie cast a glance down the length of the aisle, scanning the shelves of ground coffee. “Starbucks, Green Mountain, Dunkin, Death Wish, Lavazza…”

A few more seconds of muffled conversation, and then Sirius said, “Death Wish. The hazelnut one, if they have it.”

“M’kay.”

“And Remus is out of her chamomile. And earl gray.”

“Already on my list.”

“Can I go back to bed now?”

Jamie had left to go grocery shopping at seven that morning, and had had to unwind herself from Sirius and Remus, who made absolutely pitiful noises when their sleep-in was disrupted by the mattress wobbling and their nest of blankets being distressed. Jamie calling them less than an hour later would be strike two against her disrupting their peace. “Yeah, go back to bed.”

“Love you.”

“Love you more!”

The chipper tone earned Jamie a sleepy grunt before Sirius hung up, and she tucked her phone back in her pocket with a soft laugh.

She was done shopping by nine, her last stop being at their favorite local bakery, and then she was slipping back into the apartment with bag-laden arms. It was still quiet, the morning sun filtering in through the open windows, the bedroom door still closed from when she’d eased it shut on her way out earlier.

Earbuds in and bags unloaded, Jamie set herself to her usual Saturday morning routine. Step 1: caffeinate. Step 2: make food and caffeinated beverages for everyone else. Step 3: use said food and caffeinated beverages to coax two very sleepy girls out of bed.

She’d set out Remus’ cream horn and Sirius’ chocolate croissant on a tray alongside plates of actual food (with nutritional value, because her girls weren’t very mindful of that when left to their own devices), when she heard the soft click of the door opening over the song fading out in her ear. She pulled an earbud out and looked over her shoulder.

“Breakfast?” Remus said, voice still thick with sleep. She had a hickey that hadn’t been there when Jamie left. Her eyes were only half open behind her glasses, and the curls on one side of her head were flattened, while the other side poofed out at odd angles.

“Drinks are almost ready.” Jamie nodded to where Remus’ tea was steeping, and the coffee dripping lazily from the machine into Sirius’ mug. “Food is set, if you want it.”

“Tea first,” Remus grunted, shuffling up to the counter where Jamie stood. She accepted a quick peck on the lips before turning to squint at her mug as she wrapped an arm around Jamie’s waist. “Thank you.”

Jamie hummed, pressed another kiss to Remus’ temple, then gently slipped out of her hold to tend to Sirius’ mug, now full of chocolate hazelnut flavored coffee. Remus rummaged through the cabinets for honey, and Jamie dug Sirius’ preferred oat milk creamer out of the fridge.

“What are the odds Sirius will join us out here for breakfast?” Jamie asked. Remus snorted.

“Her highness has requested breakfast in bed.”

“Naturally.”

“And due penance for waking her up twice.”

“Of course.” Jamie cracked her jaw, and rolled her wrists absentmindedly before picking up the tray now laden with food and Sirius’ coffee mug, Remus’ mug still cradled in hand, Jamie’s own coffee long since finished. “Shall we?”

Remus cast a glance around the kitchen, then plucked a single flower out of the vase that sat on the windowsill above the sink and tossed it on the tray. “Okay.”

“Suck-up.”

“You’re the one who needs to suck up. I’m helping.”

Remus nudged the door to the bedroom open, and Jamie slid through with the tray carefully balanced on both hands. Sirius was sprawled out on her back in the middle of the bed, no shirt, in a pair of boxers that Jamie recognized as her own. She lifted her head when she heard the door, and they waited as she assessed the tray of food. She propped herself up on her elbows and narrowed her eyes before holding out a hand palm up, making a grabbing motion. “Pay up.”