remusnotromulus:
“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.
“You’ve never been hotter.”
