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April Fools with the Lions: Best Bits

Omg. Hello? It’s so nice to be back! In honour of April Fools and the discord having a bit of fun with it, I bring you… April Fools with the Lions: Best bits!

All characters belong to @lumosinlove. Happy April Fools!!

Logan rubbed his eyes, waking up fully. Leo curled into his neck at the movement. He looked over to find Finn’s side completely empty. Leo stirred once again and looked up at Logan with a sleepy smile.

Logan squinted at Leo, wondering if he was seeing things.

“Leo, why do you have lion face paint on?” Leo’s face was fully painted, as though he had been to Katie’s birthday party and had been forced to sit down and have his face painted during it.

“Why do you look like a zebra?” Leo asked, just as confused as Logan.

Logan grabbed his phone off of the nightstand and opened up his camera. Sure enough, an intricately painted zebra looked back at him.

He messaged Finn, asking if he woke up the same.

All that was sent back was a smile emoji sent by Siri.

“You’re going to walk into the rink like that?” Nat asked Kasey, who was sporting a dolphin and a rainbow across the side of his face.

“I need to find Finn before Finn finds me.” Kasey called back. “I know Alex didn’t do this on his own. He has about as much artistic talent as I do in my little toe.”

Kasey and Nat never did find Finn before practice. They did, however, find a Lion stood dead centre of the locker room looking at the Goalies TPed stalls.

“If this was you, you need to do better next year.” Kasey laughed, clapping Leo on the shoulder. Leo laughed.

“No no no. This was Cole and Layla. They were round the corner watching me come in here thinking I didn’t see them.

“Time to recruit Nat, I think,” Kasey whispered to Leo and pulled out his phone.

“Layla I have no clue what to do. I can’t go out on the ice like this. I thought I was being nice by just TPing Kasey’s stall!”

Layla only covered her mouth to suppress a chuckle, watching Cole panic over his now upside down name and number on his jersey.

“All is fair in love and war, Rookie!” Kasey howled through the door, Nat howling after him.

Pascal let out a frustrated groan. Some the start of practice, not a single one of his shot found the back of the net. Timmy let out a similar sigh, taking his helmet off and wiping the perspiration off his head.

“It’s playoff season! We can’t be doing this,” he gridded out. He watched Finn line up a perfect shot, only to miss as well. Looking over to Coach Weasley, he wondered why he wasn’t angrier. He looked amused, even.

Pascal looked down at his hockey stick. Something felt… off. He held it out in front of him, Timmy and Kuny doing the same.

“It feels small.” Evgeni stated.

Pascal looked up at the rest of the team to find the Triple Threat of April Fools, Remus, Sirius and James, grinning back at them.

“You know, when I locked Remus and Sirius in my basement, I did not expect to be paid back like this.”

“Luke! Luke!”

Luke ran into the bathroom, only to burst out laughing upon finding Saint with bright red hair.

“Was this you?” Saint’s face like thunder, he pointed to his bright red hair. Luke fought to keep a straight face and shook his head.

“I promise it wasn’t. Now hurry up, I need to shower as well.”

Two hours later, Saint and Luke rocked up to practice, looking like Rangers biggest fans sporting bright red and bright blue hair. Logan was unable to make a shot that practice, for he was laughing so hard at the coloured sweat dripping down both their necks. He snapped a pic for Leo, his only partner in fools it would seem…

Remus and Sirius made a habit of turning up to practice early. Maybe it was the quiet before the storm, maybe it was the control of having the rink to themselves. One thing they did know, however, was that they liked the rink before anyone started playing the practice session joint playlist. ‘Game Day Vibes’ they called it. A playlist comprising of songs from everyone’s repertoire.

Once the rink was full, Coach allowed the playlist to be put on. Except all that rang through the rink was… a nursery rhyme?

Remus looked over at Finn who was in charge of the playlist. He pressed skip. Finn looked up in confusion as a musical rendition of ‘incy wincy spider’ played out.

“Who, in the ever loving fuck put this in the playlist?” Jackson called out, skating round next to Finn as he frantically scrolled through the playlist. “It’s just nursery rhymes…”

James was doubled over in the far corner, something akin to ‘don’t diss my son’s music taste’ coming out in amongst gasps of laughter.

James had his playlist privileges revoked for 6 weeks.

“So we did the ducks last year, what are we doing to Remus and Sirius this year, Dumo?” Julian asked, placing his cereal bowl in the dishwasher.

Pascal thought on it, scratching his head.

Katie bounded in with multiple chain links in Rangers colours.

“Look what I made for Logan, Papa!” She held them up with a big toothy smile. Well, almost toothy. She had a visit from the tooth fairy the previous night.

Jules’ eyes widened and looked over at Pascal, who responded with his own fully toothy grin.

“Go get your brothers and sister, Katie. We have work to do.”

Remus and Sirius returned from practice to find their entire front room decked out in Rangers merch, chain links hanging from each light and across the ceiling.

“I swear as soon as Logan and I meet on the ice again…” Sirius looked over at Remus, “it’s war.”

Remus chuckled and pulled out his phone to find a message from Dumo.

‘Thanks for the key, it’s under the flower pot’

Everyone was gathered in Sid’s for their monthly get together. Some of the Rangers had made the trip down as well. Thomas was sat at the bar, his arm hooked loosely around Noelle’s waist.

“So no one managed to get either of the brothers?” She whispered in his ear.

Thomas smiled back at her, eyes softened as he moved a strand of hair behind her ear.

“Not yet. Did you manage to get the video?”

Noelle pulled her phone out of her bag and showed it to Thomas.

“It’s hilarious, T. Me and Nat were in stitches.” Thomas smiled slyly, placed a kiss on Noelle’s forehead, and walked up the the little make shift entertainment stage.

“Can I please have everyone’s attention!” He called out, arms wide. Mutters of ‘speech!’ were called out across the bar, paired with smattering’s of applause.

“Now with the close of another successful year of April Fools, we have this years standings. At the bottom, with the most unoriginal prank I think any of us have ever seen, we have Cole and Layla, who took it upon themselves to TP Knutty and Blizz’s goals.”

A round of ‘boo’s’ swept across the bar.

“Yes, yes, thank you. Do better next year” Cole and Layla had their heads in their hands looking mortified.

“Before I reveal the winner, I have one last thing I would like to do. Who here has been personally victimised by a certain pair of red-headed brothers this year?” Hands went up, Logan the Zebra’s face like thunder as people turned around to chuckle at him.

“Yes, now. I set Christmas on a task a week ago. Big love, Noelle,” he held a glass up to her and winked. “A little birdy once told us that our very own Alexander and Finnigan have their own pregame ritual they started when they were kids. Their mom and dad were more than happy to share this video with us-“

“No no no- please Walker I’m begging you,” Finn called out, laughter clinging onto his every word. Alex’s jaw was on the floor.

“If you’d please turn your attention to the screen.”

An old video played. A young Alex was instructing their parent to sit on the couch whilst Finn was in the background rewinding the tv to the perfect moment. The pair did an almost perfect rendition of the handshake from the parent trap.

Thomas looked back at Finn and Alex who were doubled over in laughter.

#lumosinlove #leo knut #o’knutzy #logan tremblay #finn o'hara #Alex O’Hara #james potter #sirius black #remus lupin #pascal dumais #kasey winter #sweater weather lumosinlove #vaincre lumosinlove #coast to coast lumosinlove

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A Slice of Life

A Remus Lupin birthday Fic

So this is a few days late, however, I wrote a cute little fic for mine and Remus’ birthdays. Enjoy🤍

Remus’ birthday was always a small affair in his house. Hope would wake up as early as she could on the morning of every 10th of March, ingredients carefully laid out as she moved silently around the kitchen, humming to herself as she whisked cake batter together.

The first year Remus spent at Hogwarts, she wasn’t sure what to do. Yet, she found herself awake before the Sun graced the skies, humming to herself as she made cakes upon cakes upon cakes. More cakes than her and her husband could possibly eat within the week before they started to go stale. As the morning fog cleared, she took in the mess she had made and smiled. She couldn’t possibly send these all to him, the poor boy would likely be embarrassed beyond belief at the sight of twenty-something cake boxes turning up at breakfast.

She would carry on this tradition for the years her son spent away, dialling down the sheer volume of baking as the years went on. It brought her peace, though. More so when Remus would send her letters detailing all the things his friends did and bought him every year. She was endlessly proud of him. She always would be.

When Remus turned up at her doorstep on the morning of his 22nd birthday, asking if she wouldn’t mind some company as she baked, who was she to turn him away?

They made tea and laughed, baked, and laughed some more. Hope would have been happy to trade those countless nights he spent away from her in exchange for this. He was happy. He was healthy. He was… free.

The year after, Remus asked if he could bring someone to join them in the tradition. Hope obliged, of course, because she would do anything to see her son happy.

Sirius Black was a whirlwind- knocking over the mixing bowl of dry ingredients only minutes after entering the kitchen. Hope had never seen Remus laugh and smile so much, even if poor Sirius was redder in the face than the tomatoes that were growing in her garden. She assured him it was no big deal and started cleaning up, despite Sirius’ protests to do it himself. Remus muttered something about how he would only make more mess, and he reluctantly gave in, continually muttering apologies at the mess he had created. Hope didn’t mind, though. She would take the chaos of Sirius everyday, if she could.

Every year after that, both Remus and Sirius returned- with wild stories about their jobs. Although Remus assured his mother his job as a Defence Against the Dark Arts Professor was anything but exciting. It was all textbooks and basic magic according to him. But Hope was immensely proud of him nonetheless. He would forever go on about how it was, in fact, Sirius with the most exciting job- promotion after promotion in the Auror department. Hope thought they balanced each other out wonderfully.

On the night before Remus’ 26th birthday, a knock at the door interrupted Hope’s book. She settled it down and opened the door to find Sirius stood in front of her, a nervous sheen of sweat gracing his forehead. She let him inside, immediately offering him tea to calm him. He told her about the plan to propose to Remus the day after his birthday, and asked if she gave him his blessing. Hope cried, placing her hands over Sirius’ own, ensuring him that she would let him have her blessing in every lifetime. He made her Remus happy. Immeasurably happy. Sirius left with the promise to return in a few hours with Remus. Hope could hardly contain her excitement as the night wore on, a smile plastered to her face as she listened to them gush about each other. She couldn’t imagine anyone more perfect for him.

Two days after Remus’ 26th birthday, Hope opened the door to her very tearful son. She let him in with a warm smile as he talked her ear off about the perfect proposal that Sirius had pulled off. He showed her the ring, even though Sirius had shown it to her three nights previous, though it looked even more magnificent on her son's hand.

Three months and five days after Remus’ 27th birthday, Hope found herself awake at a god awful hour once again, mixing cake batter together, humming a song she had heard on the radio the day before that distinctly reminded her of her son and soon-to-be son in law. She smiled fondly at her work, setting it in a box to get ready for the day ahead.

Hope had never smiled and cried so much. Her heart burst with pride as she walked her son down the aisle to his forever and evermore. She placed a motherly kiss on Sirius’ cheek as she handed Remus away to him, proud of them both for coming so far.

On the night of Remus’ 28th birthday, they turned up with a present in their hands. Hope looked at them, confused, because it was Remus’ birthday- not hers. They urged her to open it, both practically sat on top of each other across the table, giddy with excitement. She realised then that the following years she would have to make more cake, for their family was growing.

Remus and Sirius returned the year after, their son, Teddy, curled up in bundles of blankets in Sirius’ arms. Hope moved around the kitchen quieter than she ever had before, mixing the cake slowly, allowing Remus and Sirius to doze on the couch while their son lay sleeping in the cot she had bought for these exact moments. Hope looked over at them with all the love in the world. She left them sleeping, fussing over Teddy when he awoke for his feed.

On the night of Remus’ 30th birthday, only Remus appeared at her door, letting her know that poor Teddy had an awful cold so Sirius opted to stay behind. He sat at the table with a mug of tea in his hand, exhausted, but happy. So happy. He let her know in quiet words that they were expecting another addition to the family. And just like before, tears brimmed Hope’s eyes. She placed the cake in the oven and hugged Remus, telling him how proud she was of everything she had done and would continue to do.

On Remus’ 40th birthday, Hope had to let them know they would have to come a bit later, her energy had started depleting with old age and she could only do so much now. Remus and Sirius would make her sit in the chair that Remus usually would, a mug of tea in her hands instead as she watched her son and his husband work their way around the kitchen, children running riot around the adjoining living area. Hope placed a hand over her heart as she watched her grandsons playing with the countless toys she insisted on buying, much to Remus and Sirius’ protests.

On Remus’ 50th birthday, he unlocked the door himself, setting about making a cake. The memories of Hope danced around the room as he followed her practised instructions. He sipped his tea as the cake baked in the oven, allowing for tears to spill. Only a few, though. A few happy tears at the memories of each and every birthday they spent running around this kitchen. He brought the cake to Hope’s grave, with his tea in a flask, eating it as he told Hope about everything that had happened since he was last there.

There would come a time on Remus’ birthday that Teddy would do the same thing, spilling fond stories of his own children to the sky as he munched on cake and sipped his own tea. Teddy wouldn’t trade these talks for the world.

The End.

#wolfstar fanfic #wolfstar #remus lupin #sirius black #remus birthday!#hope lupin

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ttylfedora · 1 year

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(marauders as shit my friends have said part 17)

sirius: and for my last trick i will turn into a disappointment!

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ttylfedora · 1 year

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Drunk James: I like hot guys, and girls. Mostly hot guys. Mostly Regulus.

Peter: I want my galleons Moony

Remus: fuck

Sirius: what

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Mcgonagall: you three. explain. now.

Peter: it was Sirius.

Remus: it was Sirius.

Sirius: it was Sirius.

Everyone: …

Sirius: ah shit.

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ttylfedora · 1 year

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Good morning friends, romans, cuntymen -- Here's a Moony! I actually drew a background for once! With objects! Wow!

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ttylfedora · 1 year

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i actually like the fact that being a marauders fan is my secret alter identity. it adds to my intrigue. i’m like spider man.

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Unreasonable Doubt || Chapter 3

“Do you have any plans for the weekend?” Dorcas asked as they walked outside, approaching Remus‘ bike.

“Does sleeping count?”

“I hope so, because that’s all I have planned so far,” Dorcas said with a laugh, leaning forward to rest her forearms on the bike rack and watching while Remus worked the chain. “We should all do something! Celebrate making it through the week. I don’t think Marlene has anything planned, either.”

“That would be fun. I think Lily has Monday off for Labor Day, too. You have any ideas?”

“Not a single one. Maybe you can ask Lily. She’s lived here a while, right?”

Remus celebrates having survived his first week of classes with Dorcas, Marlene, and Lily.

Unreasonable Doubt Chapter 3

From the beginning

#wolfstar #remus lupin #sirius black #james potter #lily evans #wolfstar fic #marauders fic #wolfstar fanfiction #wolfstar fanfic #marauders au #you have no idea how happy this makes me

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Try Again:Chapter Four

As always, characters belong to @lumosinlove 🤍

In which Regulus and Logan have a post-night-out catch up

Taglist: @fleetingpieces @spookypotato

Read on AO3 here

“Any normal person wouldn’t go out for a run to get rid of a hangover, you know.” Logan mumbled into his pillow.

Sirius chuckled as he set down the cup of coffee he got for Logan on the bedside table.

“No, but some of us are blessed with easy hangovers, or, you know, we know how to handle our drink,” Sirius mused. He opened up the curtains to sounds of protest from Logan, who pulled the duvet up over his head. Logan tried to ignore the spinning room, alcohol memories from the previous night bubbling their way up to the surface. Or was it the actual alcohol? Either way, Logan definitely regretted the obscene amount he spent last night.

He pulled down the duvet, letting his eyes slowly adjust to the light, only to find an amused Sirius sat at the desk.

“If you're going to throw up, I’m sure the hotel staff would appreciate it if you made it to the toilet.”

“Do you ever shut up? Merde.” Logan mumbled as he swung his legs over the side of the bed, room spinning. “I think I’m still drunk.”

“I think that's an accurate assumption.” Sirius stood up, clapping his hands together. Logan winced at the sound, head reeling at the sudden noise. “Come on, team briefing in 30.” With that, he left Logan to get ready, or some semblance of it because Logan would be nowhere near 100% ready for a team briefing in his current state.

The shower was ice cold when he stepped into it, but Logan couldn’t find it in himself to care. The shock of the cold water woke him up. If it wasn’t for the time constraint he could have easily spent the rest of the day there, maybe the rest of the week. His muscles ached from the torture he put his body through from the previous day. It was days like this that he had to remind himself he did, in fact, enjoy playing rugby. The wins made it worth it. The achey muscles, not so much.

As he shut the water off, he noticed his phone pinging relentlessly. Switching it to silent, he dried himself off and went in search of clothes- clothes that were thrown haphazardly all over the hotel room. His untidiness had earned him endless torture from his teammates but he couldn’t find it in himself to care. He towel dried his hair a little more before placing his hat on top of it. The brief ping of his heart made him look up- because of course it was the hat Finn got him all those years ago.

Seeing Finn with the new blond rookie- Leo he thought his name was- sent Logan’s heart plummeting. He looked… happy. Happier than he was ever with Logan. From the brief conversation he had had with Leo, though, he could understand why. If he was to ever meet someone who was the literal definition of sunshine, it was him- and it hurt.

It hurt that it wasn’t him that Logan was stealing looks from, soft brushes of hands in crowds. It wasn’t him who knew when Finn felt the need to leave. It wasn’t him. And it should have been.

The sound of his phone ringing from the bathroom was enough to elicit a groan from him. There were only two people that could override the do not disturb setting- his sister and Pascal. He couldn’t decide who he wanted to speak to less given his current state. He let the phone ring out, only for his door to be pounded. Pascal it was.

“Come on, open up.”

Logan ran his hands over his face, wading through the mess to open up the door.

“Ah, there you are. Full of sunshine as usual,” Pascal smiled. Logan rolled his eyes, returning to the room to get the coffee Sirius had brought into him which was most definitely cold, and his phone. He pulled his hood up over his hit and reluctantly followed Pascal through the hallway and down into the conference room that had been booked out by the team managers.

Everyone was in various states of alertness. Regulus looked similar to Logan, sunglasses hiding what Logan was sure would be bags that would be considered designer. Sirius looked as chipper as ever, making light conversation with Nado, who looked like he could have done with another few hours in bed. Knowing Nado though, he likely didn’t get to bed. This was made obvious by the fact he had yet to change, and the poor attempt at rubbing a wine stain off of his top. Logan noticed that Barty and Evan weren’t there, though.

He sat down next to Pascal, who was typing away happily on his phone.

“Well well well,” Coach burst into the room, making Logan jump along with various others. A few grumbled at the noise, whilst others whooped back at him “how are we all feeling, Grand Slam winners?” he smiled. He was met with cheers from across the room. Logan half-heartedly joined in, raising his fist and bumping the air slightly.

“Some of you are a sight for sore eyes,” he laughed, setting his glasses and the stacks of paper down on the table. “Everyone had a good night?” People nodded, some more enthusiastically than others.

Logan zoned out of the rest of the briefing, the loose skin on the edge of his nail more interesting than the sounds of praise coming from the coaching staff and the management team. Had he not been so hungover, he may have heard the question that was sent his way. He looked up when Pascal nudged him.

“Sorry, can you say that again?” he asked, face flushing red.

Coach laughed. “I asked if you- you know what, never mind.” He looked around the room at the team. “Judging by the fact some of you are probably still drunk-” a curt look at Nado, who looked up at the ceiling, suddenly very interested in how many tiles there were, “now probably isn’t the best time to be having this meeting. Rest up, enjoy the rest of the week and we’ll reconvene next Monday, yes?”

The team nodded, thankful that they could leave to either sleep off their hangovers or simply continue to drink. Logan looked over at Regulus, both chuckling to themselves at the state of the other. Regulus looked down at his phone and Logan felt his own ping.

‘Breakfast?’

Logan looked over at him before typing his response.

‘Maybe. Depends on what though. Not sure I can stomach much rn.’

Regulus laughed and walked over to him.

“Pancakes?”

“You read my mind,” Logan laughed, wincing slightly. “Let’s go before we get roped into drinking more.”

Regulus nodded and followed him out. He enjoyed Regulus’ company more than the others’ most of the time. It wasn’t that he didn’t love his team- he would go to the ends of the Earth for them, but the calm that Regulus carried around with him was enough to calm any storm. He was an easy person to be around.

They walked in silence to the pancake bar they had found the last time they were in Dublin for a match, both immediately deeming it one of their favourite places as soon as they entered it for the first time. It was a quant little diner, out of the way of the hustle of Dublin’s busy streets. They sat down and ordered their usual, with extra helpings of all the sweet stuff now that they weren’t under strict diet plans in preparation for a big game.

“So,” Regulus started, sipping on his coffee. “The new Irish hooker’s a sweetheart, right?” he asked, smirking over his mug.

Logan scoffed. “Don’t you dare,” he warned.

“All I’m saying is he seemed to enjoy Finn’s company.”

Logan scowled at him. He should have expected this really. If there was anyone on the team who loved gossip more than Sirius, it was his little brother. His little brother who moved in silence, listening to everything and watching everyone. If something happened, chances are Regulus probably knew about it before it ever occurred.

“And good for him,” Logan shrugged.

“Don’t pretend like it doesn’t bother you,” Regulus teased. The waitress brought over their plates, both of them thanking her before digging in.

“Look, if I wanted to talk about Finn, I would have gone to breakfast with your brother.”

“No you wouldn’t have,” Regulus chuckled, hand over his mouth as he took another bite.

“You’re right,” Logan said reluctantly. Sirius only knew how bad Logan was from the outside when he fell out with Finn. Regulus knew the ins and outs of it all, was the ear to listen when Logan would go on and on about how much he fucked up. The metaphorical and physical shoulder for him to cry on. Truthfully, Logan wouldn’t trade Regulus for the world, even if he was a metaphorical and physical pain in his damn ass.

“Did you see how Nado and Kuny were with each other, though?” Regulus asked.

Logan shook his head. “I can’t actually remember much of last night, enlighten me.”

Regulus smiled at him and leant in. “They were all over each other.”

“It’s about time,” Logan laughed, picking up his coffee and sipping it.

“Right?” Regulus replied, waving his fork. “I mean there’s only so much I can watch of those two tip-toeing around each other. Glad they finally figured out their differences- or, you know, their sames.”

Logan nodded in agreement. Nado and Kuny were something else. He’d never seen two people work so well together on and off the pitch. It was refreshing to watch, sometimes.

“Did I miss anything else last night?” he asked.

“Uhm,” Regulus paused as he took another bite, “James and Kasey were dancing on the bar with their tops off, Sirius and Remus did body shots, Barty and Evan were off doing Barty and Evan things so god knows where they wound up but they seemed to be having a good time before then Thomas was going around recording and pretending to hold a microphone asking people who they thought would get the most drunk- you were the most popular answer by the way-, Alex gave a wonderful rendition of ‘Pocketful of Sunshine’ which had everyone in stitches. ”

“Please tell me if someone recorded that.” Logan laughed. Regulus looked at him as though the answer was the most obvious thing in the world.

“Thomas,” they both said at the same time before laughing.

“You were arguably the funniest, though. You had ripped your shirt and decided that you weren’t the only one allowed a ripped shirt, and got the grump so most people ripped their shirts in solidarity. Oh, and there's a video of you giving us all a strip tease on the tables. Did you not see it in the chat this morning?” Regulus asked.

Logan groaned and shook his head, letting it fall into his hands. “Muted it. The buzzing was doing my head in.”

“You also spoke to Alex quite a bit…” Regulus hesitated. Logan’s head shot up.

“About what?”

“You know what about, Logan.”

“Fucking hell. Was it bad?”

Regulus shook his head. “You mainly asked how he was doing and who the new guy was. Alex gave you a very ‘media safe’ answer and you weren’t happy about it. Went off and sulked before James handed you another drink and pulled you onto the bar as well.”

Logan groaned, once again.

“I’m never drinking… ever again.”

Regulus’ phone started ringing, his brother's name flashing up on the screen. Logan zoned out, finishing off his now cold pancakes and guzzled the rest of his coffee.

“Team dinner. 6pm.” Regulus told him.

Logan rolled his eyes- because how dare his job get in the way of his plans to do absolutely nothing all day.

“Come on, you can mope about it later. It looks like it's going to rain soon and I’ll be damned if you’re the reason I end up sick.”

They paid for their breakfast and left, opting for a more direct route back to the hotel than the one they took to get there in the first place.

A flash of ginger hair made Logan double take. There Finn was, waiting at the crossing across the road from him, face flushed from his run. Logan quickly turned around, causing Regulus to look back in confusion, before looking back and spotting Finn himself. He grabbed Logan’s arm to sounds of protest, before walking down a different street, away from the one person that Logan didn’t want to see but could spend hours upon hours looking at.

“He even looks good in those god awful shorts,” he mumbled under his breath. Regulus’s head rocked back as he let out a laugh.

“You’re so whipped, man.”

Logan looked at him in disgust.

“Am not.”

“Are too.”

“I can’t stand him.”

“Yeah, sure you can’t, buddy.”

#try again #leo knut #o’knutzy #logan tremblay #coast to coast lumosinlove #lumosinlove #wolfstar #regulus black #regulus being regulus

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