For the writing prompts: “We’re in the middle of a thunderstorm and you wanna stop and feel the rain?” because I'm a sucker for a thunderstorm 🖤
He just stands there, face tipped upwards towards the sky, eyes closed, lips quirked up in a peaceful smile, letting the drops of rain fall on his cheeks and brow. The air smells clean and refreshing, despite being heavy with moisture. He knows his clothes are being soaked through but he doesn’t mind it. It feels good, cleansing, letting the rain wash away the metaphorical grime of his past. “Padfoot, what on earth are you doing?” Remus’ voice, sounding both amused and a little exasperated, interrupts the melodic sound of rain hitting the pavement and the rolling rhythm of thunder. “Feeling the rain.” Sirius replies simply. Isn’t it obvious? He wants to add. But he doesn’t. He’s sure Remus knows. After twelve years locked away in prison and another year spent in what could only be called house arrest (whether it was for his own good or not) nothing feels more like being alive than standing outside of the Ministry courthouse feeling rain on his face and knowing that it’s finally over. He’s a free man. Thunder rumbles again, sounding a little closer this time. Harry, Hermione, The Weasleys and Minerva have all gone home after congratulating Sirius on a successful and long overdo trial. He and Remus should be on their way home as well, but he just doesn’t want to move from this spot. He wants to feel like this forever. “We’re in the middle of a thunderstorm and you want to stop and feel the rain?” Remus laughs softly and Sirius peeks one eye open to see his lover standing beside him, arms crossed as a poor shield from the cold wind and the rain soaking his shabby formal robes (He makes a mental note to buy Remus some robes that don’t look as if he’s had them since they graduated) but he is smiling radiantly back at Sirius, because how could he not? Because it’s finally over. Sirius closes his eyes again. “It feels good. It’s...y’know....” He sighs blissfully. Then Remus takes his hand, fingers laced and squeezing gently. They are both silent for a moment before Remus hums softly. “I suppose it does feel good.” He agrees. “But so would a hot shower, don’t you think?” Sirius considers this for a moment. A hot shower does sound amazing, especially if Remus intends to join him. “Just one more minute.” He hears Remus chuckle softly, but then thunder cracks so loudly it startles them both and Sirius laughs, running a hand through his soaked hair. “I suppose maybe we should go home.” Remus smiles and kisses his cheek. “The outside world will still be here once the storm passes, Sirius. You can go anywhere you like.” The thought of that makes Sirius’ chest swell with emotions and he nods, squeezing Remus’ hand. “Let’s go home.”
