- Day 61 of 366 Days of Writing Challenge: Dawn
- The Emotion Challenge: Happy
- Hogwarts Funfair/The Dunk Tank: Written for Ned - prompts used: (scenario) Proposal, (word) Idiot
Pairings/Characters: Sirius/Remus
Word Count: 324
Sweets at Dawn
Now there's green light in my eyes, and my lover on my mind.
Remus blinked groggily as Sirius shook him awake. "What's the matter?" he groaned, spotting the clock on the wall behind him. It was five in the morning. What could possibly be so important that Sirius needed to wake him up at the crack of dawn for?
"I've got to show you something," Sirius whispered, still shaking his boyfriend by the shoulder. "Come to the balcony, quickly." Suddenly, Sirius retreated, leaving Remus staring into space.
Slowly, he clambered out of bed and shrugged his bathrobe around him. The bed remained unmade, as Remus had no doubt that he was going to jump back into bed as soon as Sirius had showed him whatever it was. He sighed blissfully—spending time at Sirius's family holiday home certainly had its benefits.
Remus plodded out onto the balcony, and was instantly blinded by the glare of the sunrise as it beamed over the horizon, directly opposite him. He covered his vision with his hand, and squinted down to where he could make Sirius's form out. He was kneeling by the balcony, holding something in his hand. "Sirius, what are you—"
"Willyoumarryme?" Sirius babbled. Remus raised an eyebrow.
"What? I didn't get that."
Sirius took a deep breath. "Remus, will you marry me?"
Remus let his eyes adjust to the bright morning light, and took the box out of Sirius's hand. He didn't know what he'd been expecting, but it certainly wasn't a ring-shaped, bright red sweet. "Are you serious?"
Sirius grinned. "As serious as my birth name." He reached out and grabbed the sweet, carefully pushing it onto Remus's ring finger. "Only, money is a little bit tight as of late. So the real ring will have to wait." He paused, eyeing Remus carefully. "So, what do you say?"
Remus threw his arms around Sirius's neck happily. "Of course I will, you idiot."
