“D’you ever think about how muggles write stories about Werewolves?” Sirius said softly. “They have this whole thing about how drinking water out of a wolf's footprint will make you turn into a wolf.”
“If only I’d known. I’d have opted for that instead of being mauled as a child.” Remus kissed his boyfriend’s forehead. “Might have been easier for you to find a paw print than spend a month with a leaf in your mouth.”
“Easier, but considerably less entertaining.” Sirius smiled. “They never write stories about Animagi though.”
“Do you feel left out? Poor Padfoot, never to be immortalised in folklore?” Remus teased, squirming as Sirius dug a finger into his ribs. “Forced to watch as his werewolf boyfriend is heralded as a murderer and a depressive. Forever jealous of his magnificent legacy!”
“Fucking hell shut up!” Sirius threw his head back and laughed. “You’re good at writing. Write stories about the four of us—” Sirius froze. “Maybe turn Pete’s character into Lily.”
“You’ve really thought about this.” He trailed his lips across Sirius’ hairline, a content hum rising from Sirius’ throat. “So, Moony, Padfoot, Prongs and…”
“She’d be a cat.” Sirius said, “Claws? No.”
“Manx,” Remus said softly. “Moony, Padfoot, Prongs and Manx.”
“See, this is why you do the writing and I do the big idea stuff.” He nestled his face in the crook of Remus’ neck.
“Why do I get the feeling you actually want me to write this?” Remus rested his chin on Sirius’ head.
“Because I already told Harry that you would.” Remus felt Sirius grin against his neck.
“You spoil him, Sirius.”
“Of course I do,” Sirius said. “He’s a good kid.”
“I’ll remind you of that when he climbs in bed with us in two hours.” Remus chuckled, the sound relaxing Sirius completely. “Alright. The tales of Moony, Padfoot, Prongs and Manx. Once upon a time—”
“Nah. Boring,” Sirius said. “You want a beginning that draws the reader in!”
“Who’s writing this? Me or you?” Remus huffed. “Once upon a time, Sirius, there were four friends. Moony was a werewolf—”
“A hot werewolf!” Sirius kissed Remus’ neck softly.
“You tell it, then!”
“Moony was a hot werewolf, and yes, on the full moon he changed into a wolf, but every other day of the month he was a strong, intelligent, beautiful man.”
“You’re going to hit on me through a children’s book?” Remus laughed.
“I’d hit on you using Morse Code, or through German opera, or yes, through a kid’s book.” Sirius kissed his neck again, “Tomorrow isn’t guaranteed. I want you, and the world, to know how much I love you. I want there to be a tangible record that we were here and that we loved each other.”
“Pads.” Remus said softly, “I’m not going anywhere. It’s been five years. It’s over. We’re alright.”
“So you’ll write it?”
Remus sighed, “For you, yes, I’ll write it.”