#simply because

When Sirius wants something, there's very little that can turn him off the idea. No amount of sway can ever shift his focus besides his own force of will, but when that's lacking, Sirius always finds a way no matter the lengths he has to take.

The same can't be said for Remus. The other man has formed his life around resistance and control, inherent patience structured through his DNA in a way that astounds Sirius even after so many years. It's only near the full moon that Remus ever permits his guard to drop enough to allow those baser desires to make themselves known or to go so far as to act upon them. Sirius likes to encourage him under most circumstances, likes to watch that control dim and flicker out of life behind those brown eyes. He likes watching Remus fall apart as Sirius is plucked apart along with him.

But it's not just Remus, desires rising with the wolf, that consciousness that for all of Remus' claims and denials, Sirius thinks is one in the same with Remus for most things. What the wolf wants, Remus wants, even if the man is less likely to admit it. But the wolf is nature, instinct. He takes what he wants and needs with little care or foresight.

And of course Sirius has thought about it. He's not sure who wouldn't when presented with so many opportunities rife for the taking. They'd even had a few close calls during school and after, as the war had raged around them, those full moons spent as a foursome, a pack of sorts. For all that Remus knew the difference, the wolf had more trouble distinguishing after they got together in sixth year. Padfoot smelled like Sirius and Sirius like Padfoot, the wolf drawn to the scent, to the knowledge of a mate and to mate, and he'd acted as animals do.

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Oh this is a little bit hard. 😩 Lonely orc!Bucky? fae!Jefferson? Nonnie, why you do this to me? 😩😩😩 But….

Your feet stumble over each other, pitching forward and face planting in the mud with a yelp. You spit out the leaves and find yourself looking at a pair of curled leather shoes. Up and up you look, pushing up from the soggy ground. The forest is silent around you, not a chirping bird or chittering insect. Your heart thunders in your ears. 

A man stands above you, leaning down, smile eerily wide. His pointed ears peek out of his long hair, pointed teeth flashing in his smile. 

“Oh, no,” you whisper, eyes widening in fear.

“Oh, yesssss,” he coos, long fingers wrapping around your throat.

I’m doing better than a couple of hours ago. I think venting here has helped. I hope you’re all right as well. And I’m so glad to know you will write your story in English. I’ll be looking forward to it!