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small_giftsTitle: Christmas in July
Author:colourlesshade
Written for:lotrwariorgodss
Rating: PG-13, maybe
Prompt: Sirius learns of the Muggle phrase "Christmas in July"
Summary: Sirius' decorates the flat and plans a party for the all too important muggle holiday, Christmas in July
Any other notes, warnings, etc.: I am an absolutely ridiculous for taking so long to get this written, and I'm truly sorry. Better late than never, right? Hope you like it,lotrwariorgodss, especially since you've had to wait far too long for it.
It was a comforting ritual for Remus, taking a meandering detour through Muggle London after running errands, people watching as he headed towards the flat he shared with Sirius. To be honest, he enjoyed the anonymity. Sure, it was Muggle ignorance, but they were able to go about their days oblivious to werewolf registries or the impending war within the wizarding world. Remus took some small joy in letting himself briefly become part of it.
Today, however, Remus’ only concern with the Muggles was the body heat they were contributing to his trudging walk home. It was hot, Dante’s Inferno hot, Remus mused as he clutched a paper grocery sack to his chest. Middle of bloody July and Sirius had managed to coerce him to take a walk halfway across town for popping corn, thread and an assortment of other seemingly meaningless items that Sirius absolutely had to have.
Remus had learned, in the time since he and Sirius had dormed at Hogwarts, that it was simply easier not to ask. Sirius had the annoying ability to wheedle incessantly or attempt more seductive means of coercion, depending on the circumstance, and Remus (usually) would rather acquiesce than enter in to the epic verbal warfare that coincided with resisting the whims of Sirius Black.
Remus grinned despite himself, shifting the groceries to balance on one knee as he paused on the flight of stairs leading to the flat. He sighed and shoved damp tendrils of hair off of his forehead before wrestling the grocery sack through the doorway.
“Sirius, you berk, I’ve nearly melted in the process, but here are your bloody… what the hell are you doing?!” The end of the phrase rose to an oddly high-pitched climax that contrasted the dull thud of the grocery sack hitting the wooden floor.
“You, what with your Muggle upbringing and all, should surely know what this is,” Sirius paused, always one with a flair for dramatic emphasis. He flailed his arms towards his handiwork behind him, “It’s Christmas in July, Moony! And we should celebrate properly.”
Remus shook his head in disbelief and plopped down on the couch to survey the scene. A large Christmas tree tilted precariously to one side, with an oversized star topper threatening to smash against the floor. Silver tinsel hung in thick clumps from the branches amidst garish ornaments, lay in shiny tangles on the floor, and a few strands threaded in a sparkling parody of gray through Sirius’ long hair. Bright candles scented of cinnamon were charmed to float about the flat, and Remus tried not to think about the slight spike in temperature that all those flickering flames must be producing. A cardboard box full of garlands and other Christmas decorations sat, as yet untouched, upon the floor.
“Pads,” Moony sighed, feigning more annoyance than he truly felt. “You do realize ‘Christmas in July’ is a phrase Muggle department stores, coined in order to guilt customers in to purchasing gifts for one another six months before the holidays even arrive.”
“Oh Moony, you simply don’t have any Christmas In July spirit,” Sirius lamented, sprawling across Remus’ lap with the back of his hand dramatically placed across his forehead.
“Besides…” he continued, sitting up. “You truly haven’t thought this all the way through. Christmas is a brilliant holiday. There are presents, and cookies—”
“You baked Christmas cookies?!”
“Well no, not yet anyways… but that’s beside the point,” Sirius explained calmly, running his finger idly over the top button of Remus’ shirt.
Remus thought dizzily that the combination of thick summer heat and the crisp winter scents of cinnamon candles and the Christmas tree, paired with Sirius leaning bodily against him, was one of those moments he would never forget.
Remus forced his breathing to steady as Sirius took his time working the buttons of his shirt.
“Then what is the point?” he retorted, pulling a strand of tinsel from Sirius’ hair and draping it across his nose with a smile. Sirius nuzzled his sweat-damp curls in reply and Remus shuddered.
“Well, there’s mistletoe in the box—”
“Don’t you dare get up for it,” Remus growled, pulling Sirius down on top of him and catching his lips roughly.
“But James… Lily… holiday party…” Sirius half-heartedly explained between kisses and hands traveling under Remus’ damp shirt against his sweat-slicked torso.
Remus could have scolded about this ridiculous Christmas in July party, the stupidity of the tree and the tinsel and the candles and how it truly was far too hot for all of this. But it all came out as a muffled “Mmmph!” and a clenched tangle of fingers in Sirius’ hair and Remus resolved to deal with such blindingly obvious logic later.
Author:
colourlesshadeWritten for:
lotrwariorgodssRating: PG-13, maybe
Prompt: Sirius learns of the Muggle phrase "Christmas in July"
Summary: Sirius' decorates the flat and plans a party for the all too important muggle holiday, Christmas in July
Any other notes, warnings, etc.: I am an absolutely ridiculous for taking so long to get this written, and I'm truly sorry. Better late than never, right? Hope you like it,
lotrwariorgodss, especially since you've had to wait far too long for it.It was a comforting ritual for Remus, taking a meandering detour through Muggle London after running errands, people watching as he headed towards the flat he shared with Sirius. To be honest, he enjoyed the anonymity. Sure, it was Muggle ignorance, but they were able to go about their days oblivious to werewolf registries or the impending war within the wizarding world. Remus took some small joy in letting himself briefly become part of it.
Today, however, Remus’ only concern with the Muggles was the body heat they were contributing to his trudging walk home. It was hot, Dante’s Inferno hot, Remus mused as he clutched a paper grocery sack to his chest. Middle of bloody July and Sirius had managed to coerce him to take a walk halfway across town for popping corn, thread and an assortment of other seemingly meaningless items that Sirius absolutely had to have.
Remus had learned, in the time since he and Sirius had dormed at Hogwarts, that it was simply easier not to ask. Sirius had the annoying ability to wheedle incessantly or attempt more seductive means of coercion, depending on the circumstance, and Remus (usually) would rather acquiesce than enter in to the epic verbal warfare that coincided with resisting the whims of Sirius Black.
Remus grinned despite himself, shifting the groceries to balance on one knee as he paused on the flight of stairs leading to the flat. He sighed and shoved damp tendrils of hair off of his forehead before wrestling the grocery sack through the doorway.
“Sirius, you berk, I’ve nearly melted in the process, but here are your bloody… what the hell are you doing?!” The end of the phrase rose to an oddly high-pitched climax that contrasted the dull thud of the grocery sack hitting the wooden floor.
“You, what with your Muggle upbringing and all, should surely know what this is,” Sirius paused, always one with a flair for dramatic emphasis. He flailed his arms towards his handiwork behind him, “It’s Christmas in July, Moony! And we should celebrate properly.”
Remus shook his head in disbelief and plopped down on the couch to survey the scene. A large Christmas tree tilted precariously to one side, with an oversized star topper threatening to smash against the floor. Silver tinsel hung in thick clumps from the branches amidst garish ornaments, lay in shiny tangles on the floor, and a few strands threaded in a sparkling parody of gray through Sirius’ long hair. Bright candles scented of cinnamon were charmed to float about the flat, and Remus tried not to think about the slight spike in temperature that all those flickering flames must be producing. A cardboard box full of garlands and other Christmas decorations sat, as yet untouched, upon the floor.
“Pads,” Moony sighed, feigning more annoyance than he truly felt. “You do realize ‘Christmas in July’ is a phrase Muggle department stores, coined in order to guilt customers in to purchasing gifts for one another six months before the holidays even arrive.”
“Oh Moony, you simply don’t have any Christmas In July spirit,” Sirius lamented, sprawling across Remus’ lap with the back of his hand dramatically placed across his forehead.
“Besides…” he continued, sitting up. “You truly haven’t thought this all the way through. Christmas is a brilliant holiday. There are presents, and cookies—”
“You baked Christmas cookies?!”
“Well no, not yet anyways… but that’s beside the point,” Sirius explained calmly, running his finger idly over the top button of Remus’ shirt.
Remus thought dizzily that the combination of thick summer heat and the crisp winter scents of cinnamon candles and the Christmas tree, paired with Sirius leaning bodily against him, was one of those moments he would never forget.
Remus forced his breathing to steady as Sirius took his time working the buttons of his shirt.
“Then what is the point?” he retorted, pulling a strand of tinsel from Sirius’ hair and draping it across his nose with a smile. Sirius nuzzled his sweat-damp curls in reply and Remus shuddered.
“Well, there’s mistletoe in the box—”
“Don’t you dare get up for it,” Remus growled, pulling Sirius down on top of him and catching his lips roughly.
“But James… Lily… holiday party…” Sirius half-heartedly explained between kisses and hands traveling under Remus’ damp shirt against his sweat-slicked torso.
Remus could have scolded about this ridiculous Christmas in July party, the stupidity of the tree and the tinsel and the candles and how it truly was far too hot for all of this. But it all came out as a muffled “Mmmph!” and a clenched tangle of fingers in Sirius’ hair and Remus resolved to deal with such blindingly obvious logic later.
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