Did this with number 1 from those post break up prompts I reblogged a few days back!
Character A is on their way to sell the engagement ring they once bough for Character B (but the never got to propose) when they run into Character B again.
Wolfstar of course :)
Sirius wished the universe had at least had the decency to make it a cloudy, dreary, possibly miserable but that might be taking it a bit far, day. If this was what it had led him too, it was the least it could do, really.
He stared at the blue sky through the small front window of James and Lily’s flat, then back down at the small, velvet box in his hand. His thumb was poised to open it, nail in the soft crease between the top and bottom… and he couldn’t. He couldn’t. If he saw it again he’d never get rid of it. And it was of no use to him. Not anymore. He’d spent enough hours staring at it, the gold rim, the small inside engraving. It had promised him everything and, now that everything had been lost, it was just a heart breaking reminder. It was worthless. He knew this. But he couldn’t see it. He couldn’t see it sitting there, cold in the box still. It should be with him. A sudden image of Remus kissing him, palms to his cheeks, and feeling the cool pressure of the ring on his left flooded through his mind. He pushed it away with difficulty.
He shoved the box into his pocket, grabbing a jumper from the back of the couch and pulling it roughly over his head while calling to James.
“Okay!” A beat, and then, “Actually, wait, wait!”
Sirius turned from the direction of the door as James appeared in the kitchen doorway, tea in hand. His other rubbed the back of his neck.
“Are you, um…” He coughed, eyes flicking down to Sirius’ hands, searching, “Are you going…”
“Yeah.” Sirius said too quickly. He cleared his throat, “Yeah, and?”
James shook his head a little, shrugging and bringing his tea to his lips, “Nothing. Nothing, alright. Right…”
He shuffled his feet a little and Sirius rolled his eyes, “I’m fine,” He definitely wasn’t fine, “I’ll be back in a bit, yeah?”
James didn’t look any more at ease but he nodded, “Yeah.”
The day felt just as nice as it looked and Sirius scowled at the sun, defiantly putting his hood up and his head down.
The feeling of the box knocking against his thigh with every step was excruciating, a constant reminder of what he was about to do.
It should be with him.
His feet felt heavier with every step, every bump, and he found himself staring at the lump in his pocket. He clenched his fists tighter and tighter at his sides until his nails felt like pin pricks and the box felt like a scorching iron across his skin.
“Fucking hell-“ He dug it out of his pocket roughly, just as he collided with something— someone. Sirius’ head knocked right into a rather bony shoulder making his swear again, only to have the word mix with another curse.
“Shit, sorry, didn’t see.. you.. oh.”
Sirius’ heart started thrumming painfully in his chest. Remus straightened up in front of him.
Sirius went straight back to cursing the universe. Not now. God, please not today.
Sirius just stood there, unable to open his mouth. Remus looked… thin. His hair fell in messy curls over his forehead, as apposed to the usual neat swoop to the side. Really, Sirius couldn’t stop looking at his eyes. They were rimmed with soft purple, and as golden as ever. He thought he might drop to his knees, right there in the middle of the sidewalk, under the weight of the sheer longing that was coating his heart.
Remus opened and closed his mouth a few times before, “It’s a bit hot for a hood.”
Sirius blinked because what? “Wh- What?”
Remus’ cheeks flushed, “I- I don’t know why I said that. But- I- don’t you think?”
Sirius stared a moment more, then slowly raised his hand, swiping his hood from his head, “Right. The sun was just feeling a bit too…” He shook his head, still caught too off guard by how—normal—this conversation sounded.
Remus just nodded distractedly, eyes suddenly not on Sirius’, but trained on Sirius’ hand that was still resting on Sirius’ shoulder from removing his hood. He looked uneasy, panicked even.
Sirius watched as he swallowed thickly, voice coming out horse, “Meeting someone?”
Sirius knit his brows, cocking his head slightly at the sudden question, and the look crossing Remus’ face. How could I be meeting someone when that look is out there somewhere needing someone to kiss it away?
“No. ‘m not, why?”
When Remus’ eyes didn’t move to his, Sirius followed his gaze. His stomach dropped at what he found on the other end. The small, velvet box was still grasped in his hand. In plain sight.
“I- Oh. Fuck, no-” He realized what this must look like to Remus and it only made his heart tighten further. The mere thought that Remus could have it in his head that Sirius would ever, ever be with anyone else right now drove a knife in and twisted it, “No, Re- Remus,” Sirius corrected himself quickly at the way Remus winced.
“It’s fine.” Remus mumbled, “I- I don’t know why I asked. I guess I just…” He trailed off, “Dunno.”
Sirius’ mind whirled, desperately trying to find some lie to tell. He definitely wasn’t about to give Remus the truth, not with the way he wouldn’t even look at him.
“I- This is- I mean, I bought this for— these.” He corrected himself as a thought formed in his head, “I’m going to sell. This is- these are… cuff links. For James’ birthday. He- He didn’t like them.”
Remus’s eyes, which had still been fixed on the box, found Sirius’, “Oh.”
Sirius, gripped the box tightly in his palms, thumb, out of habit, wedging the opening but unwilling to follow through, “Y-Yeah.”
Remus’s expression suddenly changed. His eyes shifted from glazed over, and seemed to fill with a flicker of… something.
“Sirius…” Remus took a step forward.
Sirius’ eyes nearly closed at the way Remus said his name. Like he used to.
“Yeah…” Sirius breathed.
Remus’ eyes flit over his face as he stares down at him, “James’ birthday is in March.”
“I..” Fuck. “Yeah. It is.”
Sirius closed his eyes, taking in the close proximity of Remus’ presence and being silently furious with himself at the same time, “Yeah.” He sighed, defeated, “It is.”
Remus’ voice came out soft, “Can I see?”
Sirius’ eyes flashed back to the pools of bronze, panicked, “They’re really not much. Pretty plain. I mean-“ You never saw it. You didn’t want it. “They aren’t- It doesn’t really matter. He didn’t want them.”
Remus cocked his head, “How do you know?”
“Because he kind left before I could give them to y- him.” Sirius sighed, feeling heat bubble in his chest. He wasn’t sure what emotion it was, there were too many flowing through him.
Remus’ brow furrowed, “Well if you had stopped him maybe you could have foundout. Let me see.”
Sirius flushed. They definitely weren’t talking about James anymore. “How was I suppose to know he wanted to be stopped?”
“Of course I wanted to be stopped!”
The silence that followed left what little space there was between them now heavy with Remus’ words. They were both breathing hard. Remus’ hand had somehow made its way over Sirius’ on the box. Sirius was burning at the touch.
Remus closed his eyes, letting a breath out through his nose, “Of course I wanted to be stopped.” He repeated.
Sirius stared at him, the crease between his eyebrows, the frown on his mouth, the tightness of his jaw. He swallowed hard, voice coming out shaky, “You can’t expect me to know that, that’s- that isn’t fair. You were so.. You were so angry with me, I thought-”
Remus opened his eyes, fixing them on the ground. The sun cast eyelash shadows on his cheeks. He looked more tired and thin than he had when they started. He shook his head, “No, it isn’t fair.”
Sirius’ heart tugged when Remus let his hand slip away.
Remus still wouldn’t look at him, “‘m sorry, I… I don’t know.”
He turned, carefully avoiding brushing against Sirius again, and started to walk away. Sirius reeled at the loss of contact, the sudden empty space in front of him. He was thrown back in time, standing in their old flat. He was staring into Remus’ tear stricken face one moment and was hearing the door slam the next. There was a velvet box in his pocket and he was very, very alone.
Not again. He decided. Not again.
Sirius turned at the same time Remus did, eyes meeting. He was sure his looked wild. Remus’ looked just as untamed. He tried to slow his breathing, fingers tightening around the box.
He took a step forward.
“It isn’t cufflinks.”
Remus let out a breath, “No?”
“No.” He took another step, slowly closing the distance between them, “It’s-“ His eyes flitted over Remus’ face, hating ever worry marked there, every frown, each tired rim around his eyes, “God. It’s what I should have stopped you with.”
“You couldn’t have known-“
“I should have known.” He took the final step, thumb finally flicking the box open, “I should have let you know how much I…” He didn’t look down at the ring. Instead, he watched Remus’ eyes widen, he watched his lips part. He watched what he had wished he had watched for months. What he could watch for years. Remus’ eyes went back to his and they were glassy. He looked so tired. Sirius needed to fix it.
“Re..” Remus’ brows knit, eyes shutting at the nickname. He let out a soft noise when he felt Sirius’ hand on his cheek, holding him together.
“Re, I should’ve know. I- I know now, okay?” He ducked his head a little, desperately needed Remus to look at him, “Please, Re-“
But Remus was kissing him, hands on Sirius’ cheeks, a few tears on his own. And Sirius was melting, nearly dropping the box, the ring, as his arms made their way around Remus’ waist.
He closed the box as he kissed Remus. He had a lifetime to give him that ring. He needed this now, they needed this now. He slipped it into Remus’ back pocket, causing him to let out a watery laugh against his lips, and smiled as he wound his fingers in Remus’ hair, pulling their mouths back together.
And with Remus against him, laughing into his kiss, Sirius thought that maybe it wasn’t so bad the sun was out today after all.
541. Ravenclaws with stage fright present their class projects/common room activities with comedic humor. Many ravenclaws find that weaving humor or releasing tension while speaking in public helps immensely, thus many memes appear. Snape deducted over 200 points when a young 4th year made a potion that turned the drinker into a green ogre