#sorry for the shameless insert of my ocs sdjhfksdf

[casualmaraudering]

congrats on the milestone!!! for a prompt: older wolfstar being cute (u can interpret ‘older’ how u want, could be post-azkaban or wolfstar in 2020 or whatever u want. just some wholesome older gays pls and thank u)

let’s just pretend canon isn’t real and they’ve been happy together all this time, voldemort doesn’t exist okay

this turned into a thousand words of pure domestic bliss and tbh im not even sorry

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Remus wakes up to a distant sound of someone - with a very distinct and incredibly good voice, might he add - singing Queen’s “Love Of My Life”. The sun is barely peaking through the curtains; the morning glow is gentle enough to tell him it’s early in the morning. 

He wiggles out of the cocoon of blankets he’s somehow created in his sleep - it’s almost unbelievable just how many blankets they’ve hoarded over the years -puts his slippers on (fluffy wolf slippers, complete with little ears and a tail - the whole family has an appropriate set of canine slippers, actually. Sirius thought it was too hilarious not to buy them), and shuffles downstairs towards the kitchen. 

Just as he expects, there’s his husband, shirtless, hair put up in a messy bun, swiftly maneuvering around the kitchen while singing along to himself. The table is set with a variety of foods - there’s bacon and eggs, pancakes, toast, yoghurt and fruit, a pot of coffee (for Sirius) and another of tea (for himself). The post lays there as well, for now untouched. There’s also a rather big bouquet of flowers in the centre; there’s roses, tulips, peonies, even lupines. 

Leave it to Sirius to ‘not make a big deal’ out of something.

“You’re up!” Sirius says to him, his face breaking into a bright smile at the sight of Remus. He dries his hands on a towel, throws it onto the counter, and walks up to place a quick kiss on Remus’s lips. “I made breakfast.”

“I see that,” he laughs. “You do remember the kids are in school and there’s no need to make breakfast for four people?”

“I’m perfectly aware they are,” Sirius hums as he gently kisses down Remus’s neck. “It’s a special day, though.”

Remus just nods, and then rolls his eyes when Sirius pulls up a chair for him.

“And they say chivalry is dead,” he laughs, reaching for the post as Sirius starts piling up his plate for him.

“Is there anything from Navi and Liam?”

“Yeah,” Remus goes to open that one first. He quickly gets through it, not bothering to read it all out loud - Navi likes to ramble, just like Sirius does. “Navi says she’s outraged at how ‘prefectly’ Liam is acting.”

“God, that’s just like me and James when you made Prefect,” Sirius laughs. “It’s good, though. He’s fit for it.”

“It’s nice to have something to be proud of, at least,” Remus comments. “A Ravenclaw Prefect. Don’t think Navi or Harry will ever do anything worthy of mentioning except maybe beat your detention record.”

“Excuse you, my daughter is going to be Quidditch Captain for Gryffindor soon enough, just you wait.”

“James certainly likes to think it’ll be his son.”

“James is a twat. It’ll be her, I can bet on it.” 

“You and your Quidditch,” Remus hums with a smile as he gets through the rest of the mail.

There’s nothing else worth pointing out - just their kids excitedly writing about new classes, school drama, and what they might be getting up to in the near future. Harry sent them a letter too - something he always does, just like Navi and Liam write to James and Lily. 

Even at this age, Remus can’t quite believe his luck. 

He remembers coming to Hogwarts, aged 11, scared and alone and with a burden of so many awful secrets on his shoulders. And then came James and Sirius and Peter and Lily, and even though there was drama, and then certain revelations (in forms of himself and Sirius, and then, a little later, James and Lily), they made it through Hogwarts and after. They hadn’t drifted apart like Remus feared of, no - they became family.

And the little family of theirs only grew bigger. There was Navi, and then very soon after, Harry. Regulus and his wife, and their new baby boy. Liam, too, whom Navi befriended during her first year on the Hogwarts Express, who was the most polite and sweet boy, turned their daughter’s best friend, turned son when he suddenly left home two years back (just like Sirius had, once upon a time) and they took him in without a second thought.

At 36, Remus quite possibly has everything he’d ever want and more.

“Can I show you your gift now?” Sirius asks suddenly. 

Remus looks at him in confusion. “I thought we agreed on no gifts.”

“Yeah… I kinda lied.” Remus furrows at him. “It’s nothing big, I promise! It’s not even a physical item.”

He sighs in defeat. “Okay, what is it then?”

Sirius bounces in his seat, turns to face him, and starts undoing a bandage on his arm.

He came back with it yesterday, and Remus didn’t think much of it at all; yet another tattoo, and Sirius has so many by now that Remus hardly ever asks about them anymore. 

This one, though, Remus doesn’t even need to ask about when he sees it. He can’t ask, even. His voice is caught in his chest.

Right there on Sirius’s upper arm is a wolf and a dog Remus has been well acquainted with - Sirius got it tattooed on their first anniversary, when he was 17 (and positively insane - Remus yelled at him, then, telling Sirius it’s dumb to do that, since they’ve no idea if they’re even going to be together in five years and yet Sirius went ahead and got that inked onto his skin).

Now, though, the wolf and dog are joined by two little puppies - one black just like the dog, with the same joy to its expression (just like Navi, who’s a breathing image of Sirius in so many ways); the other brown and tame (the same shade of Liam’s hair, even complete with the curls). It’s a magical tattoo, so the pack is moving; the dog is bouncing around with the black pup, while the wolf is licking the brown one. 

“I thought, twenty years together, we’ve two kids now. Seems appropriate,” Sirius says with a laugh. “D’you like it?”

“I love it,” Remus says, his fingers tracing the tattoo - the animals bounce around his fingers in joy, one of the puppies even barking at it soundlessly. “Sirius, that’s-”

“Shush, no getting emotional. I have like ten of these I got done for you. Thought it’s right about time to have a family one.”

Remus takes one more look at the ink, and then kisses Sirius longingly, only pulling away after he’s out of breath.

“I love you.”

“I love you too,” Sirius replies, and even after 20 years together, there’s still just as much honesty and youthful joy in his eyes - Remus is yet to tire of it. “Happy anniversary.”