Theme: Summer Tropes
Prompt: we’re at a music festival and you crawled into my tent when drunk and fell asleep, now you’ve woken up bewildered and to be honest I should be more annoyed but you’re just so good looking
Word Count: 9033
This, uh… got a bit out of hand (#onbrand). Also, a bit of smut ahead Enjoy friends!
‘Why in the bloomin’ fuck did we let you convince us that this was going to be a good idea, Sirius?’
James, about twenty back in the queue for the nastiest toilet cubicles to exist on planet Earth, shot Sirius a look that probably would have struck anyone else down immediately. Sirius grinned, grabbed James by the shoulders and shook, 'The music! The energy! The adventure!’
James smacked Sirius’ hands from his shoulders, 'No fucking part of this reads “adventure,” mate.’
Granted, they’d only been at the festival for a few hours, had only set up their tents and gone to see a few of the afternoon acts, but James was confident that the rest of the weekend would prove as non-adventurey as the first few hours.
Sirius rounded on Remus, 'What say you, love? Are you in the Glastonbury spirit yet?’
Remus sighed, 'I’m saying that you’re lucky you’re fit, because I also really want to kill you right now.’