The reckoning of a Queen

Sirius grunted in pain as her paw slammed down against him, trapping him in place. He could have pulled free, but the memories were coming back more freeling now. Lashing his mind with the onslaught. Of thunderstorms spend holding her close. Of the day she had tried to make it to his den, only to fail, and him to find her cowering and alone beneath the rain. Of a journey to find pillows, and all the trouble that came with. Of training her in the ravine, of claiming her as his. Of mounting her, and making love to her. Of holding her tight. Of her beating him in battle, and the delight that rushed through him when he had lost. The first time he had ever felt joy for losing.

Her paws were beating against his body, but it was his mind that truly felt pain. He raised his untrapped paw to his head with a pained yip. “Make it stop!” he yanked free of her paw. Remembering now who she was, and what she meant to him. Of how he had betrayed her, time and time again. By driving her into the dirt the day they met, of threatening to kill her when he had thought he was drowning. Of loving Deathbelle, and not making his choice whole and absolute. He snarled, rising up to his full height, ignoring her efforts to wail upon him.

He caught her next paw, using the momentum of her punch to drag him into his arms and hold her tight. His heart was hammering hard in his chest, and there were dots in his eyes. The onslaught of memories was finally slowing, through his head hurt like a motherfucker. “MINE.” He snarled. Pulling and holding her against him. Rocking his body slightly as he did so. His voice vibrating through his chest in a snarl. “Mine.” my precious.