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You are the sun and moon and stars are you
And I could never run away from you
- “You” by Radiohead.
Remus groaned as he set the last of the boxes on the floor of their home. It wasn’t much, but they’d known after they’d seen the listing for the house that it had to be theirs.
“Is that all of them?” Said a familiar, clear voice behind him. Remus turned around to see Sirius Black, his boyfriend of two years leaning against the doorway to their new bedroom. He had his arms crossed, with the sleeves rolled up to show off the patchwork of art that he had inked there.
“Yep,” Remus confirmed, “I figured we’d start unpacking the essentials and then order some pizza for dinner.”
Sirius nodded and handed him a boxcutter from his trouser pocket and got to work tearing open the tape that held them together.
Nearly an hour in, Sirius stopped to wave Remus over.
“I didn’t know you had a turntable!” The dark-haired man exclaimed. Nestled tightly in one of the boxes sat a cherry-red record player, significantly more beat up and scuffed than when he first got it for Christmas all those years ago.
“Hey!” Remus said, reaching in to run a finger along the dusty surface. “I thought I lost this!” Next to him, Sirius snaked an arm around his waist and laughed.
“I guess the movers found it.”
“Maybe,” Remus shrugged. They stood there like that for a brief moment before separating and resuming their work.
Rather quickly, the two of them managed to get all of their clothes out of the boxes and into wardrobes. They worked until Sirius’ stomach audibly grumbled, and he had departed from the room to call the takeaway place, laughing at himself.
Remus took this moment to rummage through the last of the clothing in the box and pull out a small, velvet box. He opened it quickly to check that the ring was still inside of it, glancing over his shoulder to check that he was still alone.
After a few years of dating, Remus finally felt it was appropriate enough to take the next step in the relationship. If it was up to Teddy, they would have married after the first time Sirius was formally introduced as Remus’ boyfriend. Remus felt the same way.
It had taken him ages to save up enough money to purchase it, and even then, he needed to take out a loan on the piece of jewellery. He never remembered feeling so nervous when he proposed to Tonks, but then again, Sirius was always an exception.
Remus stowed the ring box in his pocket when he heard the footsteps coming down the hall. Sirius poked his head into the room to tell him that their food would arrive in a bit.
Although they had just barely started unpacking, the pure domesticity of it all warmed Remus’ insides and sent tingles down to his fingertips. Seeing Sirius’ hair products crowd the shelf space in the shower; their combined music collection that Sirius had insisted was essential and needed to be unpacked; their socks laying side by side in the chest of drawers.
It was like seeing a glimpse of their future, and Remus couldn’t wait.
And later, when they sat together on their back porch that night overlooking the yard-- their yard-- while the sun set behind the trees, Remus would pull out the little black box and get down on one knee.
His heart would beat rapidly against his ribcage when he’d see Sirius hesitate, but then settle comfortably in his stomach amongst the butterflies as Sirius took a knee as well. Sirius would laugh with watery eyes and take out an identical jewellery box.
The pair would have a tender embrace, full of relief and love and tears. Sirius would press his lips to the spot behind Remus’ ear, and Remus would rub circles into Sirius’ back.
And that’s when Remus would know everything would be alright. Truely.