Hello! Boy, do I have a treat for you. Well... actually... not really. This is a really quickly written bit of... something (I don't even know what to call it). I do hope you enjoy, though. It was the first thing I wrote after taking roughly a month off, and I wrote it at like... four in the morning, so there's that.

It has some Hogwarts (where I am a Snek) Writing Club prompts. Those will be listed below.

Summary: Sirius is caught doing something rather embarrassing. Fortunately, it's his boyfriend who catches him. Remus knows everyone's secrets, and he honestly can't help but love the fact that his boyfriend is rather... doglike.

Warnings: I really don't think so. People acting just a little like animals?

Word Count (excluding AN): 418

Give the Dog a Treat

"Let's agree to never talk about this again," Sirius said, stuffing the lid on the tin and turning his back to Remus. A blush had settled over his features; Remus couldn't help but laugh at his boyfriend's discomfort.

"Look, Siri," Remus started, moving to sit on the edge of the bed, his hand going out to touch Sirius's thigh. Sirius quickly moved away, standing up almost as soon as Remus sat down. "It's not a big deal. So you've got a taste for—"

"Shut it, Remus. Please," Sirius said, cutting Remus off as he stashed the tin in his trunk, not willing to meet his boyfriend's eyes. "I'd like to keep some of my dignity intact," he added as he positioned himself next to his bed, looking towards the entrance of the dorms, his arms wrapped around his waist.

Remus sighed and stood up, walking to Sirius. He was glad when Sirius didn't try and move away from him. "I won't tell anyone," Remus promised softly as he gently hooked his finger under Sirius's chin and tilted his face up so their eyes met.

"Not even James?" Sirius asked, his voice sounding uncertain, his cheeks stained red.

Remus smiled softly and leaned down to kiss Sirius's lips, almost sighing in relief when his boyfriend returned the kiss. Sirius slowly uncurled his arms and pressed his hands to Remus's chest.

"You don't think it's… that weird?" Sirius's voice was still small, still timid.

Remus preferred it when Sirius was confident, but this side of him made Remus feel something new—the intense desire to protect Sirius. It was stronger than anything he had ever felt before.

"No," Remus said, shifting his hand so it was properly cupping Sirius's cheek; Sirius leaned into it the touch like a puppy. "Professor McGonagall keeps a ball of yarn in her desk, and Peter hoards cheese. I think this is a natural part of being an Animagus."

Sirius cracked a smile, closing his eyes as he relaxed into Remus's hold.

Remus decided to be bold, and he slid his hand a little further, gently scratching behind Sirius's ears. Sirius's right leg twitched, and he let out the softest sound, his lips parting ever so slightly—he didn't even seem to realize his own reactions. Remus was fascinated.

"So… the dog treats… what do they taste like?" Remus asked after a moment, biting his lip as his own curiosity began to take hold.

Sirius opened his eyes, dark grey shining. "Like a biscuit, but way better."

A/N 2.0: WC Prompts

Cookies Cooking Corner #4 Snickers: Write about a guilty pleasure.

Showtime #16 Will I: (word) dignity

Bex's Basement #12 Liza - Write a fluffy wolfstar. (I think this counts as fluff)