so i'm the dragon. big deal.

“I know,” he said quietly. It was a sore subject, maybe, but there weren’t any sore subjects today. It was a special day, so he smiled a little bit and traced his thumb along Sirius’ wrist. “And now you’re stuck here with me instead.”

He snorted softly, and looked down at the floor before he turned his gaze back to Sirius. He pouted a little bit. “Renew our vows every day, then,” he amended. “I’m never divorcing you. It’s genuinely not possible for me to ever divorce you.” And even if it was, he’d never do it. Selfish as it was, he’d never give Sirius up. 

He nodded his head slowly, several times, and looked around the restaurant for a moment. He felt bad for it, really, watching the waiter across the room carry a full tray of drinks. He glanced back at Sirius for a moment before he turned his attention back. Remus had promised himself when he’d become proficient in wandless magic that he wouldn’t use it for pranks, and that he’d only use it if he desperately needed to. But this felt desperate, and it wasn’t a huge danger. Just one little thing off balance. He concentrated hard, focusing on one of the glasses on the tray. It slid slowly across the tray, and then it was a crash all at once. 

Attention was drawn, as always, towards the sound of a crash, but Remus’ gaze moved immediately over to Sirius. “Oops,” he said, very quietly, but he was grinning. 

“What a terrible, horrible tragedy.” 

Sirius grinned, to show that it absolutely was not. It was the opposite of a tragedy, being stuck here with Remus. If there was anywhere in life he was going to be stuck, he hoped it would be with Remus. That was the only person he wanted to be stuck with. 

“It isn’t, you’re right. Glad it’s not.” 

What was someone going to do? Force them to divorce? Say their vows backwards? In parseltongue? 

He was grinning. 

Sirius practically darted across the table, crashing his lips into Remus’, just for a second before he sat back down, grinning like a madman. 

Something which is long overdue, really. 

[ he laughs ] 

We could duplicate them, I guess. Ooh, we could put gemino on them, so they duplicate whenever anyone touches them. 

[ he whines, and covers sirius’ eyes ]

Stop  looking at me like that. 

[ he takes his hand off of sirius’ face a moment later, though, so he can grin at him as they walk into the bathroom ]

It’s not possible to be too Welsh for anything. 

Should’ve done this ages ago. 

[ not that there was any getting into grimmauld place - and he wouldn’t want to get into grimmauld place.

his brow goes from furrowed to smooth, and his mouth blossoms into a grin. ] 

Your brain is a beautiful, dangerous place. I love it. 

Nope. 

 [  he pops the p. no, no way. sirius isn’t going to stop staring at him like that. he’s enjoying staring at him like that. he’s turned it into a hobby. and the hobby is enjoyable. ] 

Remus grinned back at him. “Yes, I suppose,” he said. “Both parties sort of have to be in agreement about the whole marriage thing, or it’s just weird, isn’t it?”

He traced his thumb against Sirius’ hand and gave him a look. 

“You were still injured, hospital or not,” he told him matter-of-factly. He nodded his head before snorting. “Yes, comfortable enough. The carpet is soft and there’s plenty of reading if you fall in the right place.” His nose scrunched. “To be fair, it’s not,” he pointed out. “And you startled me, I said yes right after that.”

The grin on his face was both soft and wide at the same time, caught somewhere between mischief and fondness. Remus gave Sirius’ hand a small squeeze. 

“Second was our wedding day,” he told him quietly, looking down at their hands before finally raising his gaze to meet Sirius’. “And the first is every day, when I wake up and I realize that I get to spend another day with you. It’s always the best day when I get to wake up to that.”

Sirius raised his eyebrows a little, staring down Remus. “Not where I’m from.” Technically, where he was from, it wasn’t so much an agreement as it was an arrangement, agreed upon like someone was ordering particularly permanent towels. 

“I was.” He narrows his eyes, now. “We were in this restaurant. Look at the floor, Remus, there’s not a carpet in sight. The only reading is the menus. We’re in a wasteland.” He gestured towards the floor - no carpet, no books, no menus. “You did, didn’t you.” 

Sirius squeezes back. 

That’s our second? He wants to ask, but keeps himself quiet, and then his face goes soft. 

indogyearsimdeadsirius:

“Yeah,” he said, “I think it’s mutual.” 

Sirius grinned from ear to ear. 

“Not just, but sure, I’ll give you that one.” He fiddled with Remus’ fingers. “Only because you left me on the ground so long. Tosser.” He blinks lazily at Remus, at the way he’s squinting. “The whole night passed in a haze. I wanted to try the fish. Wanted, so I think that’s the operative word here.” 

“You do sort of need one for the other, I suppose.”

He grinned back at him widely. 

“It was recent enough,” he told him. Remus hooked his fingers under Sirius’, tracing his fingertip along Sirius’ wedding ring. “It wasn’t on purpose, alright? That wasn’t my intention. And the floor is comfortable enough,” he added, just to be childish. “I’ve spent a lot of time there, you know.” He nodded his head. “Yeah, I think we left pretty quickly after that. I was just so excited. And so happy. Stupidly happy. Third happiest day of my life, without a doubt.”

“You suppose.” 

The grin softened into something fonder. 

“I wasn’t in hospital still.” He blinks lazily, and his scalp tingles as Remus traces his wedding ring. “Oh, sure. Comfortable enough. Not to mention the first thing you said to me is that’s not even legal.” 

His nose scrunches. 

He rolls his eyes. “Clearly you have no grasp on anatomy if you think I don’t.”

[ his toes wiggle a little, and he brushes his fingers through sirius’ hair as he pushes himself up with his free hand so he can reach sirius’ lips ] 

Thank you. 

You’re welcome. 

[ he kisses remus again ] 

Really? Dude, that’s the best. We should play fetch sometime. 

[ she keeps nodding her head like a little bobblehead ] 

That’s wild, dude. Yeah, no, please keep your pants on. I love you, and this is awesome, but I don’t wanna see your dingle dangle. It would spoil this rad as hell revelation.

[ she lets out a breath ] 

Holy shit. You’re a dog. You can turn into a dog. [ she grins widely ] This is so fucking cool, dude. How long have you been able to do that?

Please. All my mates have got so bored of it. 

I told you, I’m keeping my pants on. My pants are secure at the waist, you don’t even need to worry. 

[ he bounces up and down on his toes ] 

Animagus, is the technical term. You can’t tell anyone. Ever. I’m definitely not registered, in any capacity of the word. Highly illegal. Azkaban time definitely. 

indogyearsimdeadsirius:

Very commonplace lame, you’re welcome. [ he scoffs ] Because it’s better that way. There are so many varieties of chocolate out there. And candies. And sweets. 

Very important. 

Not quite as tan, but just about. My Dad was from Italy. Mum’s french. You … probably know this, don’t you. 

[ he squints ] 

[ she sticks her tongue out at him, which seems more appropriate than a rude hand gesture, even though beni wouldn’t be able to see it ] Thanks so much for that. 

[ beni’s brows furrow. “why would you put things in candles? that sounds dangerous.” ]

Beni can go back three generations at least in every pureblood family in the Twenty-Eight. Because apparently that’s what heirs do… [ she gives sirius a look that pleads for him to go along with it at the very least, though encouraging it would be nice. it’s a distraction. and a desperately needed if not entirely useless one.

beni nods. “it is, right, sirius?” ]

[ he makes an affronted face, nose all scrunched. ] You’re welcome. 

Scents, oils. Never hands. 

[ he hums ] 

Definitely what heirs do. I’d know, I was one.