#fun fact the first draft of this was a ritual. idk how we got here but i like it

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Candle - Dec. 9th - word count: 519 - @wolfstarmicrofic

Sirius adjusted the collar of his shirt for the tenth time, his reflection in the small mirror by the fireplace looking back at him with equal parts nerves and determination. 

He had been waiting for this opportunity for a while.

A small round table stood in the center of the room. Two elegant plates rested side by side, surrounded by polished silverware. A candelabra sat in the middle, its many candles casting a golden glow that danced across the walls.

The scent of roasted duck and rosemary wafted from the kitchen, mingling with the faint sweetness of freshly baked bread. 

Sirius had spent the entire afternoon ensuring everything was just right, from the perfectly folded napkins to the table he had set half an hour ago. 

He had even fire-called Effie to get the recipes just right.

When the door opened, the noiret nearly jumped out of his skin.

“Moony?” he called, trying to sound casual.

“I’m home, annwyl,” Remus replied, stepping into the room. He froze, amber eyes widening as he took in the scene.

“Sirius,” he said. “What... what is all this?”

The dog animagus shrugged nonchalantly, or what he hoped was nonchalantly. “Dinner. For us. Thought it’d be nice, you know, something different.”

“You made all this?” The werewolf’s eyes darted to the kitchen, then back to Sirius.

“Effie taught me,” Sirius admitted. “Figured I’d give it a go. Thought you deserved something... fancy.”

Remus’s mouth dropped open. “You’re telling me you spent all day cooking, just for me?”

“Of course. Why wouldn’t I?”

“I love you so much, cariad.”

“Love you too,” Sirius smiled, pulling out the chair for his boyfriend. “Now come and sit down before the duck gets cold.”

Remus chuckled, sliding into the chair. Sirius poured them each a glass of wine before taking his own seat across the table. 

“This is incredible,” the younger man said after a bite of food.

The gray-eyed man grinned bashfully. “Yeah, well, I had a good teacher.”

They ate slowly, savoring every bite.

After a while, Remus leaned back in his chair. “You know,” he said, his voice soft, “you didn’t have to do this. I don’t want you to go through this much trouble for me.”

“It wasn’t trouble. You- you do so much for me, Moony. I just wanted to do something nice for you.”

“Sirius Black, you absolute sap,” the dirty blonde said, smiling affectionately.

“Guilty as charged,” Sirius replied, smiling. “But you’re stuck with me, so...”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

“Well, you’re about to be stuck with me for the rest of your life. What do you say to that?”

“What?” Remus uttered, bewildered. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, well-” the noiret got up and dropped down to one knee, pulling out a small velvet box. “Remus John Lupin, will you marry me?”

The werewolf was sitting, shocked, hands covering his mouth. Sirius looked closer, and there were tears glinting on his face. “Really? Of fucking course I will, Sirius!”

Remus wasn’t the only one crying now. 

“I love you, more than you’ll ever know, mon amour.”