ᴍᴀʀᴀᴜᴅᴇʀs ᴏɴᴇsʜᴏᴛs (ᴍᴀʀᴀᴜᴅᴇʀs x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ)

ᴛʜᴇ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴏғ ʏᴇᴀʀ

buying decor and putting it up with Remus Lupin

"Y/n, you're ridiculous. It's only November." Remus said with a smile as I determinedly pulled out Christmas decorations.

I paused and looked the man dead in the eye, "I have suffered through Halloween for a month. It's Christmas time, bitch." I continued my search.

Remus laughed and joined me while shaking his head.

"We need a tree." I said, slightly out of breath as I looked over the dozens of boxes of Christmas decorations in our living room.

Remus kissed the side of my head, "That we do."

I shivered in the cold air of the winter as we walked through the tree farm. I held tightly onto the warm cup of muggle coffee Remus picked up for us on our way here. Every tree was different from the last, each unique in its own special way. I smiled at the baby trees as we passed, knowing that by this time next year they'll be big and strong,

"What about this one?" I asked, pointing to a long and narrow tree.

Remus side eyed me, "You're serious?"

I shrugged, "Why not?"

"It's ugly."

I rolled my eyes, "Okay, what about this one." I said, pointing to one that was really short and wide.

"Y/n, you have terrible taste in trees." Remus said seriously and I scoffed.

"I have great taste, what are you talking about?" I mumbled to myself as a tree caught Remus' eye and he scurried away. I groaned, "Ugh, leaving me behind. What a bully." I said quietly to myself as I made my way over to him, careful to avoid the muddy puddles.

Remus stared wide eyed at a tree. It was medium height and stocky, very cute.

"It's perfect." He said, bending down to cut the trunk. I shook my head with a smile, quietly taking a sip of my coffee.

Remus grunted as he dragged the tree through our door, sweat coating his brow. He dragged it to the stand and with a final push of his strength he lifted it and set it down, sighing in relief once the weight was gone. He bent down and quickly screwed in the nobs.

"Is it straight?" He asked from beneath the tree.

I studied it for a moment, "Yes, it is."

"Good." He smiled, coming out from under the tree.

"It's perfect, Rem." I smiled as he softly pressed his lips to mine.

"You're perfect."

"Let's decorate."

"Okay, just get on my shoulders and put the star on." He urged and I shook my head.

"That sounds like a horrible idea. I didn't survive a war just to die from your shoulders." I said and he laughed gently, his eyes sparkling from the Christmas lights on the tree.

"Do you wanna put the star on or not?"

I rolled my eyes, "Fine." I stepped onto the coffee table as he knelt down, the star clutched in his hand as he waited. Carefully, I lifted a leg over his shoulder, and then the next. Immediately I lost balance and clutched tightly onto his head. He stayed strong, cementing himself in place.

"I can't see." He said with a light tone and I moved my hands from his eyes.

"My bad." I apologized sheepishly.

"Okay, I'm standing in one, two-" I squealed as he quickly stood, bending my back and practically hugging his head. He laughed loudly, "It's okay now."

I took a deep breath and straightened out, alarmed at the big difference of height.

"Woah, I'm tall." I breathed as he handed me the star and carefully walked to the tree. I smiled as I placed the star on top of the tree. He took a step back so we could admire our work and I bent over his head again, leveling my face with his.

"It's gorgeous." I whispered, ignoring the pain in my neck.

"You're a dork." He said and kissed my upside down lips softly.

QOTD;

DO YOU HAVE A REAL OR FAKE TREE?