A/N: More angst. Ahwww.
Disclaimer: I does not has own.
Warning: slash, cussing.
Challenge: People on Bebo and LiveJournal are giving me prompts for Sirius/Remus fics, and I'll write one (or just biff the lot and write whatever I want) per day, posting them there, and here. This'll go on for the whole of May, so feel free to pop over to my LJ (link in my profile) and drop me a prompt!
Prompt: None
Arranged
"Oh God. I don't believe this." Sirius whispered, unconsciously crumpling the letter in his hand.
"What is it?" Remus sat up sleepily next to him, rubbing his face. When Sirius didn't reply, he took the letter from his hand, kissing his lover's neck softly, and unscrunched it to read.
Sirius
You will be delighted to know that your father and I have found a bride for you. She is pureblood, and most seemly and agreeable. I am sure you will be pleased with our selection. She is currently in attendance at Beauxbatons, and would be most overjoyed to become a member of the Noble and Most Ancient House of Black. She will be visiting this summer.
Your Mother
Walburga Black
"Oh Sirius..." Remus whispered, wrapping his arms around Sirius' waist tightly. They sat there silently all night, holding each other close, fearing it might be one of the last times, at times crying silently.