War? the fuck you mean a war? they live together a couple of block down from James n Lily, neither can cook so the old woman from the chinese close by knows them by name
When someone goes home to their small town for Christmas, it never bodes well for their career-focused, Christmas Spirit-lacking, big city boyfriend, but Sirius isn't going to give up that easily.
All I Want For Christmas Is YOU
All I Want For Christmas - Mariah Carey
Remus puts down his tea mug and looks up from his book as he hears the front door open.
His mum walks in, bundled up in her big coat, scarf and woollen hat, her face beaming and her cheeks rosy. Sirius follows behind her, looking decidedly less warm in his leather jacket, the tip of his nose red and his teeth clattering.
“Hullo love!” His mum greets Remus cheerfully, while taking off her hat and beginning to unwrap her scarf. “We just had so much fun at the Christmas tree farm, didn’t we, Sirius?”
Sirius bares his teeth, and it takes Remus a moment to realise it’s supposed to be a smile.
“You could actually dig out your tree yourself this year!” His mum continues. “Now of course we couldn’t resist, now could we, Sirius?”
“W-we sure c-couldn’t!” Sirius replies, attempting to sound excited, but not really succeeding due to the shivering in his voice.
“I’ll admit it was a bit chilly,” his mum says, which is an understatement considering Sirius’ half-frozen state. “But it was nothing a good cup of hot coco couldn’t fix, am I right, Sirius?”
“S-so true.”
His mum beams at Sirius, oblivious to his distress, then turns back to Remus. “Old man Prewett will deliver the tree later. We dug up a real beauty, Remus, you’ll see!”
“I’m sure I will,” Remus replies, eying Sirius, whose standing so stiff, probably due to the fact that he can barely move his frozen limbs.
“We just had such a lovely day!” His mum has finished taking off her coat, while Sirius is yet to move. “And Sirius is also going to help me prepare the roast for dinner later!”
“Is he now?” Remus says.
His mum happily pats Sirius’ cheek before skipping off to the kitchen.
“You’re a vegetarian,” Remus says to Sirius as soon as his mum is gone.
Sirius nods.
“Because you can’t take the sight of dead animals.”
Sirius nods again.
“And the only hot beverage you’re willing to drink is black coffee. You hate hot chocolate.”
“I sure do,” Sirius agrees.
“And last time I checked, you were allergic to pine trees. Which is why we never have a Christmas tree at home.”
Sirius sniffs and Remus notices his eyes are puffy. “I can confirm that I still am.”
Remus puts his book down and gets up from his chair. He walks over to Sirius and takes one of his hands in his, and starts rubbing the freezing cold hand trying to warm it up. “Love, what are you doing?”
“I’m embracing The Christmas Spirit!” Sirius says, attempting to sound excited.
Remus just gives him a look, and Sirius sighs. “Don’t you see, Remus? It’s me!”
“What’s you?”
“The designer clothes-wearing, career-focused city boy who doesn’t care much for Christmas.”
“So?”
“So?” Sirius repeats. “So they always get dumped before the final act!”
“Why would I dump you?” Remus asks. “And what ‘final act’?”
“It’s always the same,” Sirius says miserably. “The person,” he gestures at Remus. “goes home to their small town, where they rediscover their roots and The True Meaning of Christmas, and come to the conclusion that a work-obsessed city boy is the last thing they want. I have to embrace The Christmas Spirit if I want any chance at ever getting the guy!”
“You already have the guy!” Remus exclaims.
Sirius just smiles sadly. “They always do at first. But then you’ll meet the alluring stranger who took over your great-grandmother’s Christmas Cookie Bakery, whom you think you dislike at first, but also feel weirdly attracted to, or the handsome single dad who moved to town after his divorce with his perfect, adorable kid to help his father run the Christmas Tree Farm, or your high school crush who never left town because small town life is all he ever desired, and who you now find out always had a thing for you as well, and then I might get one final hug goodbye before I can kindly bugger off back to the city to live my sad, lonely, Christmas-less life.”
“Sweetheart,” Remus says. “Just how many Christmas movies have you watched?”
Sirius shrugs. “I wanted to be well-prepared for celebrating Christmas in a small town.”
“Okay,” Remus says, letting go of Sirius’ hand in favour of cupping his face between his hands. “Then let me make one thing very clear to you. I love that we have an excuse not to put up a Christmas tree every year, because honestly, it seems like a hell of a lot of work for just one day, I love it when you get all passionate about work, I love how ridiculously sexy you look in those designer clothes of yours, I love how smart, determined and ambitious you are, I love you. Okay? You. Just as the dramatic, slightly vain, overeager city boy you are.”
Sirius smiles. “I know. And I’m sorry. It’s just that before coming here, I never considered just from how different backgrounds we come, and I suddenly got really afraid of losing you. But that’s only because I love you. So much.”
“You’re such a sweetheart,” Remus says, and then he chuckles. “And don’t worry, you’re not getting rid of me that easy.”
“Hi, sorry to interrupt, but the door was open.”
Remus and Sirius both turn towards the door, where a tall, handsome man with reddish hair and a freckled face is standing, wearing working clothes and muddy boots.
“I’m here to deliver a Christmas tree for Hope Lupin, and I- Remus?”
“Fabian!”
Fabian laughs. “Oh my god, it really is you! I didn’t know you were in town! I haven’t seen you since... when has it been?”
“It must’ve been at our high school prom!”
“Right!” Fabian smiles. “Just before you left to follow your big city-dreams.”
Remus chuckles. “So did you! I thought you were in New York?”
“Nah,” Fabian shrugs. “Big city life really wasn’t for me. And I wanted to be closer to my family as well. I’m now helping da out at the Christmas Tree Farm, and I get to spend a lot of time with my nephews as well.”
Two red-headed heads peak out from behind Fabian’s leg. Both small boys stare at Remus wide-eyed, one of them clutching a stuffed dragon to his chest, the other with his thumb in his mouth. Fabian ruffles their hair. “This are Charlie and Bill, helping their uncle Fabian out for the day.”
“They’re adorable! Gideon’s?”
“Molly’s,” Fabian says. “She has a baby as well, and twins on the way! It’s amazing to be here to watch them grow up.”
Remus smiles softly. “So I reckon you never regretted your decision?”
“Not for a moment,” Fabian replies, looking down at Charlie and Bill. “Besides, I couldn’t let Gid become the favourite uncle, now could I?”
Remus laughs, shaking his head. “You haven’t changed at all!”
Fabian studies Remus for a moment. “You have. But in a good way. You look... great.”
There’s a moment of silence. Then Fabian looks away and scrapes his throat. “How long are you in town for?”
“Just for the Holidays, I’m afraid,” Remus replies.
“Well, we should definitely meet for a coffee and catch up!” Fabian suggests.
Sirius looks from Fabian to Remus and back to Fabian.
“No,” he says pointedly.
He walks up to Fabian, grabs his arm and starts walking him back to the front door. “No, absolutely not, not happening, no.”
Fabian looks stunned when Sirius deposits him on the front porch, where Charlie and Bill quickly join him, each grabbing a leg.
“I’m sorry, Fabian!” Remus calls from over Sirius’ shoulder, though unable to contain his laughter. “We’ll talk later and I’ll explain!” He manages to say right before Sirius closes the door in Fabian’s face.
“But first,” Remus says once the door is closed, pulling Sirius towards him by the lapels of his jacket. “I need to get it through to my idiotic boyfriend’s thick head that in my Christmas movie, he’s not a side-character.”
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