mooningremus | Willy (Christmas)

Willy (Christmas)

Even though it had been a bit of a mixed bag for him over his life, Remus had always liked Christmas. When he was growing up dirty poor, his parents made an effort to do something special, no matter how small. And when he was at Hogwarts he'd spent some eChristmases with James Potter's family, which was just... amazing. And even during the war, one year the Order had had such a lovely time drinking eggnog and exchanging silly little gifts, a moment of levity during all of it.

He'd mentioned this to Willy, but didn't expect that the fae was the sort to celebrate Christmas. Still, he'd gotten him a present, something awfully small, and also gotten ingredients to make a sweet mince pie.

He'd gone to bed early the night before, and Willy had still been out (which wasn't unusual) so it was nice to wake the next morning and find Willy in the bed with him. He snuggled up against him.

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Remus looked rather overwhelmed.

He wasn't sure what to say - it was too much, it was so unexpected? - so to start, he just unwrapped the box he was holding in his hand. He opened it, and inside was a scarf. Long and deep red, a color that reminded him of Gryffindor robes. And it was so soft, cashmere, maybe?

He remembered this scarf. They'd been walking through town and Willy had stopped for a moment - to take a phone call, maybe? - and Remus had lingered outside some clothing shop. He'd admired the scarf, touching it and feeling how soft it was between his fingers. He hadn't even looked at the price tag though, just let it fall from his fingers when Willy was done. He'd had no idea Willy had noticed at all.

He fingered the soft material and looked up at Willy. "I... I didn't know you were paying attention."

"I'm always paying attention, Remus," he said, a warm and affectionate smile curving his lips.

"The silver one is last. But the rest you should rip into."

"This is - it's too much - " said Remus, because when was the last time anyone had gotten him a Christmas gift at all? The Christmas before they all died, surely.

But he didn't protest further, because with all of this, the least he could do was show his sincere appreciation, which he did with each gift. All things he remembered, and that he'd had no idea Willy had noticed his attention to. A book, a warm coat that was far more stylish than anything he owned, a box of handmade chocolate truffles...

Eventually there were only two gifts left under the tree, the one wrapped in silver, and one neatly wrapped in brown paper with a bow carefully tied in red ribbon.

Remus looked a touch embarrassed as he handed it to Willy. "It's just something that I made, nothing really compared to all this..."

Inside the box were sheafs of parchment. They had all started blank, but some had hand-drawn, perfectly straight lines for writing; some were mostly blank; some were for sheet music, with lines and carefully drawn musical staffs; some had all three. And each had written in Remus' neat, cursive handwriting: from the soul of Willy Silver.

"Remus, dove, this is too much," he gasped, looking at the pages with wonder.

"You...made these for me? My gratitude is immeasurable."

Remus blushed. It seemed like such a small thing compared to all these thoughtful gifts, but Willy seemed... genuinely pleased, which meant so much to Remus. "You really like it? I thought... I don't know, that it might be inspiring for you, sometimes when you write things down somewhere special things just come to the surface..."

"You are so kind, my friend," he said softly. He looked at Remus with a smile, then returned to the pages, looking at each sheet.

Still looking pleased, Remus reached for the last box, and carefully unwrapped it. It was small, the size of a ring box, and when he opened it...

He gasped, and almost dropped it. Inside was a ring, absolutely beautiful, looking as if it were hand-carved into the shape of a wolf in a starlit night, the stars shining with... surely those weren't diamonds.

He stared up at Willy, his mouth agape. "Willy..." He wasn't even sure what to say.

"Do you like it?" Willy asked hopefully. "It's white gold, not silver. Silver will kill you, hmm?"

Weaken, not kill, but Remus only nodded wordlessly and picked up the ring. He slid it on, careful to not put it on the finger he knew was intended for wedding bands. It fit perfectly.

"Willy, it's... it's breathtaking. It's too much, I..." And finally he just swallowed hard and said, "Thank you."

This Silver might surely kill him someday. He wasn't sure how much of this whiplash his heart could take, but god, right now he felt happy.

It had taken many years of Charlotte thanking him daily for Willy to not caring to hear thanks. It had taken even longer to get him to say it.

"You are most welcome," he said. "Happy Christmas, dove."

Remus had ended up sitting on the floor by the tree, but he rose now and moved to straddle Willy's lap. He put his hands on either side of his face and kissed him deeply.

Willy draped his arms around his waist, hands resting on is ass. Willy hummed softly into the kiss.

"So. Happy?" Willy teased.

Remus kept his arms draped over Willy's shoulders. "Very," he said softly. "I mean, honestly, Willy, just when I start to think..."

He hadn't been feeling great about their relationship lately. Questioning how much Willy really cared about him. If he was only fooling himself. Though he wasn't sure how to say that.

"I just mean, this was... above and beyond. More than I could have dreamed if you'd asked me for the perfect Christmas this year."

"That makes me happy. You deserve good things, dove," he said before stealing another kiss.

"You are a good thing," Remus murmured against his mouth. "You are the best thing." He dropped his lips to Willy's throat and then licked a line across his collarbone.

"Don't eat me," he laughed. "There's still breakfast to be had!"

"But what if I want to eat you?" Remus purred. "I understand if you want to get your strength up first though."

The fae laughed softly and held Remus close.

"If I'm to be breakfast, so be it," he said warmly.

"Oh, yes," whispered Remus, and tugged Willy's earlobe between his teeth. He wanted to do something special for him, wanted... to give him pleasure. Or maybe affection. To make him feel how he loved him. Or at least to try.

He slid his thumb over Willy's cheek, caressing his face.

Willy looked into his eyes and reached for his face to pull him into another kiss. Christmas was turning out better than he'd hoped.

When the kiss broke, Remus pulled out his wand and flicked it at the fireplace, which came roaring to life, and then to the bed, where he made the comforter float by to lay on the floor in front of the fire and the tree. Then he tossed a soft faux fur blanket Willy had given him as a gift on top of it. He smiled. "Here," he said, and climbed off of Willy's lap so that he could pull him down to the floor with him.

Willy joined him on the floor, peeling off his t shirt and letting it drop. The fire was warm and gay. It was all so...romantic.

Remus was thinking the same thing. He pulled off his own shirt and then put his hands on Willy's shoulders, pushing him back onto the floor and then climbing on top of him and kissing him.

Willy gladly accepted every kiss. Light fingers played up and down Remus's back.

"You're sure you don't want breakfast?" he teased.

"I think we already established what I want for breakfast," murmured Remus and moved his mouth from Willy's neck to his chest, clearly making his way down even as his fingers closed carefully around Willy's cock while he tongued his navel.

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