A/N- I know there isn't a lot of Sirius/Ron fiction out there, trust me I've been looking, but from what I've seen, most of it is rather…unpleasant. I'm all up for the occasional dark fic, but I'm a slut for happy endings and beginnings, so I decided to write my own.
Sometimes, Sirius liked to think about what kind of animal Ron would be if he were an animagus. After their first argument, he'd thought the red head would make a fine cat because untamed defiance was burning beneath the surface of his bright blue eyes, his claws at the ready…until the make up sex which made the ex-con believe his boyfriend was most definitely a serpent. Surely only a snake could do that with his tongue.
Sometimes Sirius thought Ron was undoubtedly a pig because he most certainly ate like one, both in manner and quantity. Other times, he just knew that Ron was a turtle, especially while playing chess. Ron's moves were calculated and excruciatingly slow. Sirius thought if Ron was the tortoise then he must be the hare, with his need for speed, because older man always lost in the end.
It wasn't until Sirius arrived at his modest apartment to find a tall red headed man on his sofa, waiting for him, that he thought Ron might be a puppy. When Ron smiled widely making his way over to Sirius, he knew Ron was a puppy; loyal to a fault, boundlessly energetic, eager to please, and unbelievably cute. Sirius could practically see Ron's tail wagging as he was pulled into a hug that told him more than any words could that he'd been missed. Yes, Ron Weasley was a puppy… not that Sirius would ever tell him that. Ron would kill him.
