Harvest - 01/10/24 - @wolfstarmicrofic

Harvest - 01/10/24 - @wolfstarmicrofic

Word count: 399

Everything hurt, every muscle and joint ached. Remus supposed this was to be expected after violently transforming between a human and a wolf and then back to a human again but it didn't make it any easier. "That was a bad one" A hoarse voice called out, Sirius stumbled into Remus' line of sight - they were still in the shack and early morning light was shining through the cracks in the walls illuminating dust particles that danced through the air. Remus sat up a little straighter "you shouldn't be here" he hissed, the last thing he wanted was Sirius to get caught.

Sirius shook his head, his hair streaking over his face like calligraphy, he didn't even seem to care for Remus' words instead crouching down to fuss over fresh scratches on Remus wand in hand. "Why was it so bad, you're normally great when all of us are here..." He mumbles to himself, Sirius had a habit of doing that. Thinking aloud, as if there wasn't enough room in his head to keep his inner monologue bottled up. Remus gently pushed Sirius away, looking him in the eye as he spoke hoping it would help get his point across "Padfoot, you need to go" his voice firm but Sirius still ignored it. "No... I need to make sure you're okay" Sirous mumbled, knitting skin back together with magic. Pomfrey had simply thought Remus was getting better as he got older, unaware that Sirius had learnt every healing spell he could to help Remus. It was more than he deserved.

Remus rubs the back of his neck awkwardly "I think is because it's a harvest moon" and Sirius just nodded silently "mmm okay" Sirius skeptically said as he planted a kiss on Remus' cheek. Remus felt a blush creeping onto his cheeks despite the chill of the September morning "you know... coz the moon is brighter and is out for longer" Remus explained as if Sirius hadn't sat through that same Astronomy class on Lunar cycles beside Remus having his knuckles mangled as Remus held his hand so tightly it wouldn't have been a shock if one of the bones actually did break. Sirius smirked, that stupid mischievous grin he always had "fuck the moon" he decreed before springing up and bounding off, Remus was still grinning like an idiot when Pomfrey came to get him from the shack.

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Drunk - 01/10/2024 - @rosekillermicrofic

Word count: 469

Warnings: none

Themes: mild angst

It was late, well, at least Evan thought it was, but he wasn't going to check. The alarm clock on his bedside table was ticking obnoxiously loud. It had been the whole time he'd been laying on his bed staring at the ceiling. He'd convinced Regulus to sleep somewhere else for the night, who knows where and to take the two other slimy gits they shared their room with away with him. Evan waited. It felt like it had been hours - maybe it had been. Barty didn't come on time. He never did, and it had gotten to the point where Evan would tell him a time that was 30 minutes sooner than he wanted, but he was never this late. Evan looked at the clock. It was 2 in the morning, he'd told Barty to get here for 11PM. Evan was just about to call quits and go to sleep when the doorknob clicked and someone stumbled into the room, Evan jumped up on high alert - scolding himself for getting lost in thought. Barty stumbled across the room smiling like an idiot but something was off. Something was wrong.

"Heya Ev," he slurred out, eyes barely open "sorry'm late," he reeked of firewhiskey and smoke. Evan rolled his eyes at him, beyond pissed off. Barty kept talking because the Lord knew he didn't know when to shut up.

"I'm so fucking pished" he mumbled as he leant against one of the posts of the four poster bed "but I'm here, cause I love you" he slurred, Evan felt sick. This wasn't supposed to be a feelings thing, and now Barty was drunkenly confessing. Evan cleared his throat pushing away that disgusting feeling of hope - maybe Barty felt the same way, but it was too risky to assume especially when he's spouting it in this state.

"You're drunk, Bat," He managed, his voice small and cracking just slightly. Composure slowly dripping away from him; Evan folded his arms defensively. It was easier this way, he told himself.

Barty blinked slowly but just giggled, not even registering Evan's annoyance. "If I'm Bat, you should be ball cause we belong together," Barty slurred, throwing himself onto Evan's bed with the grace of an elephant on cocaine. It sounded like a pick-up line. Was it a pick-up line? Evan didn't know. His stomach felt like it had been twisted violently. Was Barty in love with him? Or was this just Barty's usual drunk antics? Evan didn't know. He tried not to care either.

"Good night, Bee." Evan whispered, his face and voice still portraying mild annoyance. He crawled under the covers, refusing to face Barty, but Barty crawled right under them beside him despite the fact he was still in full uniform. He draped an arm around Evan. "g'night," Barty slurred, hot, sticky breath on the back of his neck as Barty fell asleep holding Evan in an almost vice like grip. Evan didn't sleep. He just stared at the wall all night.

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02/10/2024 @padfootmicrofics

Prompt: Hallow

Context: muggle Catholic boarding school

Words: 185

"What the fuck is that?" Remus asked, his face contorted in a bemusing mixture of confusion and annoyance. Sirius grinned, couldn't help it. He leant against the barrel he had rolled all the way to the dormitory building, it was heavy and here Remus was not even appreciating the effort he'd put into getting it all the way here. "Wine, obviously" Sirius drawled, that much was probably obvious but hey who's to say he shouldn't play dumb occasionally. Remus scoffed "I can see that much Pads, do you even know how much a barrel of wine is?" He said, shaking his hands at the wooden cylinder like it was offensive. It made Sirius smile more. "It can't be that much" Sirius reasoned - sure the thing was sizeable but he'd managed to get it here on his own all the way from the chapels basement. Remus stared at the barrel some more, not even looking at Sirius "225 litres" he muttered "you stole 225 litres of hallowed wine" Remus was in disbelief by the look on his face. That's exactly what Sirius had hoped to achieve.