I was following the pack, all swallowed in their coats...
WHO: Moony and Padfoot, but if Prongs wants a thread for silly animal shenanigans (shenanimaligans), that is acceptable.
WHERE: The cabin in the woods upstate where Moony gets his fuzzy pants on.
WHEN: BACKDATED TO FRIDAY, JULY 15th
WARNINGS: FLUUUUUFF. AAAANGST. POSSIBLY FIIIIGHTING.
SUMMARY: It's the first full moon since Sirius has been back, but the tradition of frolicking with (and then taking care of) Remus during the full moon stands.
FORMAT: PARAGRAPH because I like it.
It had been a wild night. They'd chased each other all over the little mountain where the cabin was, and laid down in the slow shallow creek that wound its way around the foothills when they'd gotten too hot. The cautious politeness that had settled into the Marauders' friendship in the wake of Sirius's return went right out the window as Remus lost his inhibitions to the wolf, and Sirius and James got carried away with the leash off and the whole forest around them. There had been a little less play in their play-fighting as the frustration everyone was feeling bubbled up, but no one had really been hurt.
That was all over now, and the soft morning light was blurring the edges of Sirius's memory, and the shapes cabin's small bedroom around him. He didn't care much about the room, and the paths of his memory had become treacherous.
Oh, there were plenty of memories he was happy to have again, memories that the Dementors had robbed him of as they leeched away his ability to be happy. The last Christmas at Hogwarts that was still so sweet because it was the first Christmas of Remus-and-me. Remus moving into his flat in London and turning it from the place where he went to give James and Lily space into a home. Their first fight, and their first reconciliation...
Which led him to think of all the fights they hadn't had, when they both became active in the Order and hardly saw one another. Over the three years that came between Hogwarts and...
...
that came after Hogwarts, Sirius spent all his time with James tracking Death Eaters and Remus was off with the werewolves every month, everyone trying to learn anything they could, to recruit, to recover, to spread dissension, anything. At first they'd stopped talking about anything other than little everyday things because Dumbledore had sworn them to secrecy about their assignments (the less everyone knew what everyone else was doing, the less information could be tortured out of them if they were caught - and all too often, people were caught) but then it became habit, and then it became paranoia because someone was leaking information, until neither of them knew the other anymore. He and Remus had forgiven one another the suspicion without a thought after meeting in the Shrieking Shack (or at least Sirius had... Remus held on to things) and he could now recall the tentative return of Remus-and-me that had just begun before the bloody Porter had mucked it all up again.
And so it was that Sirius Black lay with his arm curled around Remus Lupin, forehead resting at the nape of the werewolf's neck, and thought complicated thoughts, and didn't sleep. Sirius was used to not sleeping when he was in human form - the sorts of nightmares he was prone to as a man were... he'd take the dog any day. Any day.
He thought about how his feet were dirtying the sheets and his belt buckle was digging into his stomach (he shielded Remus's back from it with his hand). He thought about the way Remus smelled, and that was nice, but he couldn't think about it TOO much or his trousers would become even more uncomfortable, and he was in enough trouble for doing this as it was. He thought about how he didn't want to be in trouble for laying here and just holding Remus like they'd used to, like he knew Remus liked to be held, but how Sirius didn't know how to ask if he wanted to be held anymore. He thought about how Remus had let him onto the bed when he was Padfoot, and how he'd waited until his friend fell into an exhausted sleep before shifting back into himself, and how Remus was the only solid thing in the world, but that even that was a lie because it wasn't as if the poor fellow had invited Sirius to use him as a teddy bear.
Teddy wolf. That would be pretty cute, actually. And much better than a teddy bear. Bears smell HORRIBLE, and if it was winter, they wouldn't protect you at all. They'd be asleep. But a wolf would keep you safe while you slept, and stay with you if it let you be part of its pack, and be warm and just the right size to hold...
Slowly Sirius's eyes closed, and as his mind wandered, he drifted toward sleep.
WHERE: The cabin in the woods upstate where Moony gets his fuzzy pants on.
WHEN: BACKDATED TO FRIDAY, JULY 15th
WARNINGS: FLUUUUUFF. AAAANGST. POSSIBLY FIIIIGHTING.
SUMMARY: It's the first full moon since Sirius has been back, but the tradition of frolicking with (and then taking care of) Remus during the full moon stands.
FORMAT: PARAGRAPH because I like it.
It had been a wild night. They'd chased each other all over the little mountain where the cabin was, and laid down in the slow shallow creek that wound its way around the foothills when they'd gotten too hot. The cautious politeness that had settled into the Marauders' friendship in the wake of Sirius's return went right out the window as Remus lost his inhibitions to the wolf, and Sirius and James got carried away with the leash off and the whole forest around them. There had been a little less play in their play-fighting as the frustration everyone was feeling bubbled up, but no one had really been hurt.
That was all over now, and the soft morning light was blurring the edges of Sirius's memory, and the shapes cabin's small bedroom around him. He didn't care much about the room, and the paths of his memory had become treacherous.
Oh, there were plenty of memories he was happy to have again, memories that the Dementors had robbed him of as they leeched away his ability to be happy. The last Christmas at Hogwarts that was still so sweet because it was the first Christmas of Remus-and-me. Remus moving into his flat in London and turning it from the place where he went to give James and Lily space into a home. Their first fight, and their first reconciliation...
Which led him to think of all the fights they hadn't had, when they both became active in the Order and hardly saw one another. Over the three years that came between Hogwarts and...
...
that came after Hogwarts, Sirius spent all his time with James tracking Death Eaters and Remus was off with the werewolves every month, everyone trying to learn anything they could, to recruit, to recover, to spread dissension, anything. At first they'd stopped talking about anything other than little everyday things because Dumbledore had sworn them to secrecy about their assignments (the less everyone knew what everyone else was doing, the less information could be tortured out of them if they were caught - and all too often, people were caught) but then it became habit, and then it became paranoia because someone was leaking information, until neither of them knew the other anymore. He and Remus had forgiven one another the suspicion without a thought after meeting in the Shrieking Shack (or at least Sirius had... Remus held on to things) and he could now recall the tentative return of Remus-and-me that had just begun before the bloody Porter had mucked it all up again.
And so it was that Sirius Black lay with his arm curled around Remus Lupin, forehead resting at the nape of the werewolf's neck, and thought complicated thoughts, and didn't sleep. Sirius was used to not sleeping when he was in human form - the sorts of nightmares he was prone to as a man were... he'd take the dog any day. Any day.
He thought about how his feet were dirtying the sheets and his belt buckle was digging into his stomach (he shielded Remus's back from it with his hand). He thought about the way Remus smelled, and that was nice, but he couldn't think about it TOO much or his trousers would become even more uncomfortable, and he was in enough trouble for doing this as it was. He thought about how he didn't want to be in trouble for laying here and just holding Remus like they'd used to, like he knew Remus liked to be held, but how Sirius didn't know how to ask if he wanted to be held anymore. He thought about how Remus had let him onto the bed when he was Padfoot, and how he'd waited until his friend fell into an exhausted sleep before shifting back into himself, and how Remus was the only solid thing in the world, but that even that was a lie because it wasn't as if the poor fellow had invited Sirius to use him as a teddy bear.
Teddy wolf. That would be pretty cute, actually. And much better than a teddy bear. Bears smell HORRIBLE, and if it was winter, they wouldn't protect you at all. They'd be asleep. But a wolf would keep you safe while you slept, and stay with you if it let you be part of its pack, and be warm and just the right size to hold...
Slowly Sirius's eyes closed, and as his mind wandered, he drifted toward sleep.