#also to all my other classics nerds - it's the emily wilson translation which i haven't read yet but her odyssey is my fave translation

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Wolfstar Micro Fic - @wolfstarmicrofic prompt: Ancient Greece - 363 words

“Are you just going to sit here reading?”

Remus glances up, face scrunching against the sun in a way that’s so endearing Sirius wants to smoosh his face in his hands.

“Yes?” Remus blinks like it’s obvious and - to be fair - it's a silly question because of course Remus would be content to spend his holiday with his nose in a book.

Sirius flops down next to him, sprawling out on the soft sand. The sea is calling Sirius’ name, crystal-clear waves lapping invitingly at the shore. And as much as he wants to jump into the warm Ionian waters, he is also not about to pass up an opportunity to appreciate Remus in this element - long limbs stretching out, sun-kissed skin contrasting beautifully against the white sands and the blue of the sky and sea.

“What are you reading?”

“The Iliad,” Remus says simply, attention flickering back to the book.

Sirius sits up, shuffles closer to peer over Remus’ shoulder. “Didn’t you read that in Uni?”

“Yes but this is a new translation,” Remus explains with an air of excitement. “And it’s fitting, we’re going to the Palace of Nestor tomorrow.”

Sirius nips at Remus’ bare shoulder, just as quickly presses a light kiss in the same spot. “You’re such a nerd.”

“It’s the best preserved Mycenaean Greek palace, of course I’m going to brush up a bit.”

“Nerd,” Sirius mutters again, not hiding the playful tone in his voice because as much as he teases, there is nothing Sirius loves more than listening to Remus’ passionate rambling about history (even if he can’t always follow them.)

Like he reads Sirius as well as the book in front of him, Remus says “Once I finish this chapter I’ll come swimming with you.”

Sirius hums with content, wraps his arms loosely around Remus’ waist and murmurs into his skin, “Thank you for letting me drag you to the beach when you’d rather be poking old ruins.”

Remus rests his head against Sirius’. He can hear his soft smile in his voice, “And thank you in advance for letting me drag you to all my old ruins when you’d rather be at the beach.”