#embraced

Some nights Sirius wakes up covered in cold sweat and surrounded by damp covers. Nightmares. They used to be about his family, but now — more often than not — they involve Remus.

The full moon scares him, more so than it does Remus. 

He fears that what could be, he fears that what is. It all makes his head spin. He tries to keep quiet, muffling his sobs and swallowing his screams, so as not to wake the others, but who is he kidding? You can’t hide anything from a werewolf.

Remus’s hearing and smell have tuned into the wolf part of himself. He hates it most of the time. He fears the wolf, the monster that it makes him, but on nights like this one, he is grateful for it. Grateful he can be there for Sirius.

With only the silver strands of the moon to guide him, he makes his way to Sirius’s bed, takes his place next to him, and holds him.

@wolfstarmicrofic November 28, word count 517

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They took their time getting up. Neither was in a rush and didn’t try to be. They were in the shower for over an hour, the warm water and suds dripping off their bodies too much to ignore. It started when they embraced each other, kissing and holding each other under the warm stream and ended with Sirius pushing against the tiles and Remus bending him over and taking him, filling him, letting Sirius know he was his. If Sirius had it his way, he’d stay like this forever, but their growling stomachs had other ideas. 

Sirius draped Remus in one of the thick fluffy towels Regulus had installed in every bathroom and left the warm confines of the bathroom to go get dressed for the day. 

Sirius stole Remus’s jumper, throwing another one at him. “You can have this one,” he told him. “It doesn’t smell like you any more anyway. He’d held onto the only item he had of Remus’s until even Padfoot couldn’t pick up his scent. Remus held the knitted jumper up and frowned at it. 

“I’ve been looking everywhere for this,” he grumbled. “I can’t believe you had it the entire time.” He pulled it over his head. “It smells like you,” he said more happily, pulling it up to his nose and inhaling deeply. He turned and laughed as he caught Sirius doing the same thing with his freshly stolen jumper. 

They were acting like they were sixteen again as they came into the kitchen, unable to keep their hands off each other. They stopped when they saw who was sitting with Regulus at the kitchen table. 

“Siri!” The tiny blonde-haired boy jumped up from where he’d been sitting straight-backed beside Regulus, peering at the moving picture in the Daily Prophet Regulus was pouring over and ran into Sirius’s arms. 

“Narcissa dropped him off a few hours ago, I did try to tell you,” Regulus said, folding up his newspaper and pushing his chair out. “I need to go out for a bit, do try not to destroy the house,” he gave them a meaningful look and walked towards the kitchen door. “And keep him out of my room,” Regulus pointed at Draco, who was hugging Sirius as hard as his tiny arms could. He looked at Remus, trying to gauge his reaction. But he was taking it all in his stride. 

“How do you feel about pancakes, Draco?” he asked. Draco cocked his head, confused. 

“What’s a pancake?” he asked, his mouth struggling to form the unfamiliar word. 

“What?! You’ve never had a pancake before?! Prepare to have your mind blown,” Remus grinned at him and busied himself getting all the ingredients ready. Draco tugged at his sleeve. Sirius looked down at his godson, who was watching Remus nervously.

“Siri, I like my head,” It took Sirius a second to decipher what Draco meant. 

“No, No, sweetheart, he just means they’re really good, and you’re going to love them.” Relief shone through Draco’s grey eyes. 

“Good, good,” he nodded, and became a lot more interested in what Remus was doing. 

On the topic of Raha- Her awakenin abonded in the earth ,dirt unwilling to release her , That she is failed

* A closely related point is that we should convince ourselves that the world we see right now just coalesced out of total disorder, the exact same reasoning – invoked anytime later – would require us to abandon our current belief and, instead, attribute the ordered world to a yet more recent fluctuation. Thus, in this way of thinking, every next moment invalidates the beliefs held in each previous moment, a distinctly unconvincing way of explaining the cosmos.

Thing is Arm base