#ast.fluff

making a cake should’ve been easy. it was a simple chocolate cake with the message 'Happy Birthday Harry!!' written on it in red frosting. it shouldve been easy. yet, there was currently frosting on the ceiling.

remus left to take a shower shower, trusting y/n and sirius with frosting duty. after the shower, remus came back into the kitchen to check on them. there was a few swipes of frosting on their noses but nothing too serious so he rushed back to the bedroom to grab something really quick.

when he trekked down the stairs again he heard things clattering around, booming laughter, and a few ‘fuck you!’s. he smiled, enjoying the laughter of his lovely boyfriend and girlfriend. when he walked through the kitchen though? the view and his face were looking not so lovely.

“godric i leave you both alone for two minutes! two minutess!” remus can feel his migraine forming when he walks into the kitchen, brown and red frosting smeared on the counter and all over y/n and sirius. and when he looked up? frosting was on the ceiling as well.

sirius and y/n were both holding the same cheeky grin, giggling profusely at remus’ stressed look when he noticed that the frosting hasn’t even touched the cake.

“it was her fault.” sirius points over to y/n, causing her to scoff.

“oh piss off.” y/n rolled her eyes, shoving sirius and smearing more frosting on him. “i didn’t do shit, you tosser.” she said in a strained voice, trying to push sirius away so he wont smear more frosting on her but ultimately failing. sirius beamed, enjoying the way she gasped in suprise.

remus’ smirk never faltered as he let out a few chuckles when y/n trailed a streak of red down sirius' face.

“hey! whats so funny, lupin?” sirius’ crossed his arms. to answer, all remus did was shrug his shoulders which made sirius scoff. “c’mere you, wanker.” sirius sped walk over to remus. opening his arms to engulf remus in not only his arms but frosting.

remus started sprinting away, he had just gotten out the shower and truly did not want frosting all over himself.

sirius sped up his movements and y/n was following behind them, practically bent over laughing when remus let out a shriek as sirius swiped a little frosting on his shoulder.

sirius ushered y/n to come help. both of them trying to corner remus before getting outsmarted.

the three ran practically everywhere, occasionally bumping into things causing a little ‘are you okay, babe?’ to slip through every now and then before getting back into the mood. after a long fight in the living room they rounded back to the kitchen, remus on one side of the counter while y/n and sirius were on other.

all you could hear was heavy breathing and small giggles. “y’not getting that frosting all over me.” remus’ brows furrowed but you could tell he was having fun. “you may have bested me once but not again!” he had a huge smile on his face, laughing at the tired expressions on his lovers faces.

sirius and y/n knew they were defeated. remus was a genius even in a 2 v 1. so when y/n looked up and saw red frosting slowly dripping from the ceiling perfectly over remus, she couldn’t help but get a *little* cocky.

“don’t get too smart, moony.” she laughed, sirius and remus giving her a confused expression. when she pointed upwards, all she could do was laugh harder. sirius joined in with her and when remus finally looked up—

‘SPLAT!’

a nice goop of red frosting made a home on remus’ face. the other two were hunched over, giggling like mad man at not only the view, but remus’ face prior to the face planting.

remus couldn’t help but laugh, wiping a huge glop off the frosting off of his face and onto the floor.

“guess i’ll have to shower again later.” he grinned.

theres’s a party going on later, and you're in the bathroom doing your makeup. music is playing in the bathroom, and makeup is strewn on the counter.

upon opening the bathroom door, you hear a sluggish remus walking up to you, rubbing his eyes almost childlike as he wraps his arms around your waist, walking over to you. you don't want to startle the half asleep man slouched on you when you say, "nice to see you awake, rem."

“mm,” his voice rumbles, you chuckle at his sleepiness, turning to give a fat kiss on his cheek, he hums in irritation. "give me a real kiss, love," he says. the man's voice is deep and his accent mixture of welsh and posh.

then you grin and give him a quick kiss on the lips, pulling him back just a little and making room on the counter for him while you continue to do your makeup. “c’mon, we gotta get ready for marls party.”

“fine, fine.” he treks over back to the bedroom and you can hear the opening of a closet.

for a while all you can hear is shuffling and the occasional thud or two. he walks in and out of the bathroom. first to brush his teeth, then to take a quick shower, and lastly to piss (which he kicks you out for.). all is peaceful as you finish your makeup, packing up your things into a bag.

“after i get dressed, let's head over!” you shout and receive a muffled ‘okay’ from the living room. you make work of the clothes you have, stuffing arms through holes and shimmying into pants before making your exit towards the living room bag in hand. “do i look okay?” you ask, standing in front of remus as he lazes on the couch.

he smiles at you, pulling you onto the couch and into his lap. "you look fabulous, babe, can you do the same for me?" his head tilts in question, hinting at your makeup.

you sigh, digging into your purse. "i wish you would have told me this sooner, love." you grab your makeup pouch and pull out a palette and a few other things. you begin to work on him.

“m’sorry, lovey.”

“you’re fine, rem.” you add primer to his eyelid and add some eyeshadow, the color matching yours. you uncap the eyeliner and give him a small wing, tongue peaking out as you focus.

silence.

“stop fluttering your eyelids”

“right, sorry”

you flick open your blush, getting some on a brush before tapping the excess off. you tab it up his cheek bone before trailing it down, repeating this on the other side and putting a little on his nose. you reach for you lip gloss before he stops you.

“nuh-uh, just kiss me.” his smile never leaves his face as he puckers up, leaning forward. you laugh at his face and kiss him, gently at first until he pulls you in for more.

“rem- enough we’re gunna be late!” you scold, though your laugh peaks through in between kisses, you reluctantly pull away.

“right.. right, but isn’t it cool to be ‘fashionably late’?” he teases.

“yess.. but i promised marls i’d be there to help set up! c’mon rem, up!”