A little reminder

Shadowmun

MunDrakan

DLDR; Kinktomato, tolerance and fun for everyone.

Prompt: Snitch

@wolfstarmicrofic - 188 words

“You were never a snitch,” Remus states with desperation. “So why would you turn traitor now?”

The “I didn't” is laced with bitterness and malice, and all Remus can feel is his heart dropping at the thought that Sirius is already in Azkaban. Innocently. “They betrayed me first.”

“What did they do? James, Sirius? What that would justify... this?”

Peter pulls out his wand. “I thought you of all people, beaten, irrelevant, miniscule, would understand. We never played with the big boys. They just played us.”

It must make a whole lot of sense, from Peter's perspective. He only ever tagged along, and never could see behind the sharp wit and cruel facade. He hasn't seen James sing his baby boy to bed, or Sirius standing vigil all day, dead tired, where Remus recovered from the moon.

“They changed,” he pleaded, as if Peter would come to senses. He never will. Instead he starts throwing curses.

But Remus dodges them all, better than he ever thought he could. He can't afford to die now. He can't save James, but not all is lost for Sirius.

Prompt: Kick

@wolfstarmicrofic - 230 words

A kick starts the motorbike and off he zooms. Remus can only watch. He was invited. That's not the point. Maybe he is a little cowardly, but that's not the point either. If he agrees... if he goes on that ride with Sirius, it will be a date. Everything will change, even more than with James finally getting acceptance from Evans.

Remus isn't ready for this. Or maybe he is just scared. He can't see how Sirius in all his almost obnoxious perfection can be interested in being with him – and he won't be, if Remus keeps brushing him off.

But how can't he? Maybe it's time to ask the perfect relationship optimist. At first James only laughs, but when he realizes, Remus means it, he falls silent, thinking. “See... Do you like treacle pie?” No, he doesn't, and James knows. “But I do. Sirius likes licorice which you hate too.”

“Your point being?”

James grins. “Not everyone is looking for the same thing – and what you have in abundance is kindness. He hasn't gotten a lot of that, has he?”

They finish, just when Sirius comes back from his first round, looking at them less than happy, jealous even.

Maybe James is smarter than Remus, but he is certainly quicker. He gives Remus a shove in the right direction. “Do you even have a second helmet?”

Prompt: Jump

@wolfstarmicrofic - 161 words

“You got to jump! Now!” The desperation in the voice is even visible an the face, and yet, he can't. He isn't bold like Sirius. He is cautious like a beaten old dog. Unfortunately cautious won't cut it now, that Voldemort's best are after them, so he takes all his courage, gives a half-hearted short sprint and jumps. As he suspected, he comes too short, plummeting toward certain death in the depths of the chasm below. Just like everyone following them will, if they try to get to Sirius.

He screams and screams, not realizing how in all heavens he is still alive, right until Sirius' arms scoop him up, as if he had planned it. The magic-resistent pull of the darkness below won't get him. Not this time. It seems love truly beats all. Or Sirius is simply just as mad as people make him out to be. The jury is still out – but Remus really doesn't care.

Prompt: Pole

@wolfstarmicrofic - 82 words

Sirius wrapped his body around the pole as if he was paid for it, and every single eye in the room was on him, a whole lot of them questioning their sexuality. There was no questioning for Remus. Or rather... a different kind of questioning. Something like: how many people can one kill in five minutes and without weapons? And how long does one go in for that? And: does it count as self-defence when they look at his guy like this?

Prompt: Pull

@wolfstarmicrofic - 117 words

“Pull your head out of your arse and just tell her.” Sirius shook his head in exasperation. All James' courting attempt would lead to nothing, when Evans, classical Muggle-born didn't even know she was courted, because she didn't know the rules.

“You are one to talk.”

“Why?” Sirius looked at his friend with some worry.

“You don't seem to get the message across either.”

That sounded truly worrying now. Not that he wanted the message to get across. Not really. Even when it was cowardly. “Yes and?”

“Marlene is even pure-blood, so she should know.”

“Marlene?” Sirius sagged in short-lived relief

“Who did you think I was talking about?” Shit.

Prompt: Ice-bath

@wolfstarmicrofic - 89 words

“Don't be an idiot.”

“Don't be a coward.”

“This is madness.”

“And fun.”

“And suicidal.”

“You are just a spoilsport.”

“No, I... no, no, stop it, stop i... Damn. How is it?”

“Ccccc cold. So could you please... get out of the WAAAAY!!!”

“Now that we are over with it, do you see, why I wouldn't do it?”

“I don't know why you complain. You get to cuddle me all night now.”

“Yeah... and you have ice-cube feet.”

Prompt: Sweat

@wolfstarmicrofic - 175 words

He smells of sweat and Dark Magic, when he comes back, with empty eyes and hair so matted it will be hopeless. He falls to the ground on his first step because he can't even remember how feet work, but kisses it, like a long lost friend.

Remus would rather he kissed him. But maybe he doesn't remember. Maybe he never will. It took him too long. All those years that went by in defeating Voldemort and then finding a way back to here, to this.

Yet. If not for the red string between them, would he have ever found him? Would he have ever managed to bring him back?

He watches the wreckage that Sirius Black has become, and can still see only beauty, only hope. If Sirius never remembers, it will still be worth it. Just seeing him walk this earth again, live a life, die a normal death one day, that reunites him with all those lost... It is enough, and would still be, if it had cost a thousand times more.

Imagine having a tumblr blog mostly followed by people who don't even like what you generally write, just the small portion you write for a certain blog that's way bigger than yours...