By Drunken Prophecies, Libels, And Dreams (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
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Jan. 29th, 2006 08:39 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rosie_ruesTitle: By Drunken Prophecies, Libels, And Dreams
Rating: PG for language and snuggling
Disclaimer: They're not mine. I'm just borrowing them because I like them.
Wordcount: 1298
Prompt: Holey socks
Notes: Angsty fluff. Title from Richard III.
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It was three in the morning and his room was freezing.
Remus knew he should just reach out for his wand and cast yet another warming charm. That would mean sticking his arm out from under the blankets, though, into the cold, cold air.
Why was he so shite at warming charms?
Probably, he had to admit, because Sirius was good at them. Sirius’ warming charms had always covered the whole dorm and lasted the entire night, and Remus had enough other things to learn to worry about improving on one wobbly household charm.
Cold.
He should had asked Sirius to cast one for him, but Sirius hadn’t spoken to him since they got back from Cardiff. He’d spent most of the evening drinking, glowering at the newspaper as if he expected it to attack.
Remus had managed to bite back all his sarcastic comments and left him to brood. He’d spent the evening curled over his book, trying to concentrate. It was rather difficult to concentrate on anything when the flat was occupied by a sulking Sirius. He took up far more space than should have been physically possible.
Sirius wouldn’t be cold. He would probably be passed out in a drunken stupor, but he would be warm.
Actually…
It wouldn’t be very fair. Considering how cold he was, it wouldn’t be very nice. He had a mission, though, and niceties must be discarded.
Remus slid a besocked foot out from under the blankets, wincing. He gathered the rest of the blankets around him, and pressed the foot onto the floor.
There was a hole in his sock and he bit back a whimper of pain as the cold rushed up through him. Bloody strikes. Why couldn’t central heating just run off magic?
He wobbled through the dark living room and cracked Sirius’ door open. A wave of heat rolled out, and Remus whimpered in relief and dashed in.
Sirius was curled up on the bed, blankets pushed down to his waist. He had turned towards the wall, and his knees were drawn up. He was snuffling slightly in his sleep. The light from the streetlight came through the curtains to cast orange light across the tangle of his hair and his cheekbone.
Remus dropped his blankets with a sigh of relief. He was already beginning to flush with heat below his pajamas. He stripped them off with a grin. It couldn’t hurt.
He kept his socks on, though, in case he had to run for it.
It wasn’t until he reached out to pull the blankets back that he realised Sirius wasn’t snoring.
He was crying.
“Padfoot?” Remus said, frightened. Sirius didn’t cry. He raged and sulked and ranted. He never cried. Or not where anyone would see him, at least.
Sirius rolled over onto his back, staring up in panic, a fist jammed into his mouth.
“What’s wrong?” Remus said.
Sirius lowered his fist. “I-” Then he burst into tears, sobbing at full volume.
Remus scrambled in beside him, dragging him up against his chest. “Sirius. It’s alright, love. Don’t cry.”
Sirius continued to howl against his shoulder, his body shaking with the force of each noisy sob and his fists clenched in the sheets. Remus dragged the blankets up around them, wrapping him close and murmured to him, waiting out the storm.
At last he quietened, hiccuping against Remus’ neck. Remus rubbed his back, tracing his way up the smooth line of his back.
“Sorry,” Sirius whispered.
“Nothing to be sorry for. What’s wrong?”
“I dreamt,” Sirius said and shuddered. “I dreamt that the dead came out of the ground and they were cold. Everywhere they went the world froze. They were all around me, and Moody told me the only way to stop them was to set myself on fire, but I couldn’t because you were right in front of me, and you were one of the dead, and you told me it was all my fault, and I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t kill you again.”
“Breathe,” Remus murmured. “I’m not dead.”
“And before that I dreamt that James had killed you and was cutting his own hands off afterwards.”
“I don’t think I’ve offended him that much lately.”
“And before that there was Lily, and, and, Peter melted and you tore all your skin off until there were only bones and I-”
Remus stopped his mouth with a kiss. Sirius kept talking under his lips but then stopped, his lips still. Remus slid his tongue across his lips, still stroking his spine, and Sirius sighed and relaxed, kissing him back. He was still shaking, and Remus kept the kiss gentle, a soft brush of lips on lips. When he finally drew back Sirius looked better, his grey eyes less lost.
“I thought you’d learnt the lesson about firewhiskey before bed,” Remus said gently.
Sirius snorted and snuggled down against his pillows. “What I said earlier, about wanting to outlive you? I didn’t mean it.”
“No?”
“I’m a selfish bastard,” Sirius said as Remus cuddled beside him. “I am. I want to be the first to go, before all of you. Even if there wasn’t a fucking war, one of us has to be the last. I don’t want it to be me.”
“I understand,” Remus said gently. “Reckon Peter will outlive us all. Least reckless.”
“Poor git.”
“Yeah.”
Sirius closed his eyes. There were still tears on his eyelashes. Then he opened them again and said, “You’re in my bed.”
“Well spotted. Mine’s cold.”
“Always were crap at warming charms.”
“Why bother when I can just get you to cast them?”
“Heh.” He pulled the blankets up tightly around his ears, peering at Remus from under their shadow. Then he asked, voice small, “Have you come to seduce me again?”
“No,” Remus said gently. “Not when you’re upset.”
“Some blokes would take advantage.”
“Some blokes would,” Remus agreed, “if all they were after was a quick shag.”
“What are you after?”
“You,” said Remus, looking down at him. “For as many years as we’ve got left.”
Sirius took a breath, then licked his lips, then took another breath. “Moony.”
“I love you.”
“You shouldn’t.”
“Yes, I should,” Remus said, feeling a smile curl across his face. “Should or should not doesn’t matter, though. I do. Nothing will change that. I have no choice, and I’m glad of that.”
“Damn,” Sirius said, sinking under the blankets. “You’re not supposed to make this hard.”
Remus went after him, feeling through the darkness until his hand curved around Sirius’ chin. “I’m trying to make it easy.”
“Don’t,” Sirius said thickly. “I’m trying to do the right thing. Just once in my life.”
Remus sighed into the warm darkness. “You are the most infuriating man in the world.”
“Really?”
“Absolutely.”
“Worse than James?”
“Yup.”
“Worse than Snape?”
“Yup.”
“Worse than Lucius Malfoy?”
“Yup, just about.”
“Hah.”
“Are you going to come out of there before you suffocate?”
“Was going to sleep now.”
Remus sighed. He was warm now. Even his feet had stopped tingling. He drew the blankets back, sitting up.
“Where are you going?”
“Back to my own bed.”
“Isn’t it cold?”
Remus winced. “Very.”
Sirius sat up beside him. His hair was wild and his eyes were red-rimmed. He bit his lip and said, winding his fingers into the blankets, “I shouldn’t ask you to stay.”
Remus caught his breath. “Do you want me to?”
Sirius nodded, a quick jerk of his head.
Remus slipped back down beside him. “I won’t do anything.”
Sirius curled around him. “Okay. If I start dreaming again…”
Remus found his hand and squeezed it. “I’ll wake you up.”
“Don’t think I will.”
“Good. Go to sleep, Sirius.”
But Sirius was already sleeping, a smile on his face.
Rating: PG for language and snuggling
Disclaimer: They're not mine. I'm just borrowing them because I like them.
Wordcount: 1298
Prompt: Holey socks
Notes: Angsty fluff. Title from Richard III.
1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24
It was three in the morning and his room was freezing.
Remus knew he should just reach out for his wand and cast yet another warming charm. That would mean sticking his arm out from under the blankets, though, into the cold, cold air.
Why was he so shite at warming charms?
Probably, he had to admit, because Sirius was good at them. Sirius’ warming charms had always covered the whole dorm and lasted the entire night, and Remus had enough other things to learn to worry about improving on one wobbly household charm.
Cold.
He should had asked Sirius to cast one for him, but Sirius hadn’t spoken to him since they got back from Cardiff. He’d spent most of the evening drinking, glowering at the newspaper as if he expected it to attack.
Remus had managed to bite back all his sarcastic comments and left him to brood. He’d spent the evening curled over his book, trying to concentrate. It was rather difficult to concentrate on anything when the flat was occupied by a sulking Sirius. He took up far more space than should have been physically possible.
Sirius wouldn’t be cold. He would probably be passed out in a drunken stupor, but he would be warm.
Actually…
It wouldn’t be very fair. Considering how cold he was, it wouldn’t be very nice. He had a mission, though, and niceties must be discarded.
Remus slid a besocked foot out from under the blankets, wincing. He gathered the rest of the blankets around him, and pressed the foot onto the floor.
There was a hole in his sock and he bit back a whimper of pain as the cold rushed up through him. Bloody strikes. Why couldn’t central heating just run off magic?
He wobbled through the dark living room and cracked Sirius’ door open. A wave of heat rolled out, and Remus whimpered in relief and dashed in.
Sirius was curled up on the bed, blankets pushed down to his waist. He had turned towards the wall, and his knees were drawn up. He was snuffling slightly in his sleep. The light from the streetlight came through the curtains to cast orange light across the tangle of his hair and his cheekbone.
Remus dropped his blankets with a sigh of relief. He was already beginning to flush with heat below his pajamas. He stripped them off with a grin. It couldn’t hurt.
He kept his socks on, though, in case he had to run for it.
It wasn’t until he reached out to pull the blankets back that he realised Sirius wasn’t snoring.
He was crying.
“Padfoot?” Remus said, frightened. Sirius didn’t cry. He raged and sulked and ranted. He never cried. Or not where anyone would see him, at least.
Sirius rolled over onto his back, staring up in panic, a fist jammed into his mouth.
“What’s wrong?” Remus said.
Sirius lowered his fist. “I-” Then he burst into tears, sobbing at full volume.
Remus scrambled in beside him, dragging him up against his chest. “Sirius. It’s alright, love. Don’t cry.”
Sirius continued to howl against his shoulder, his body shaking with the force of each noisy sob and his fists clenched in the sheets. Remus dragged the blankets up around them, wrapping him close and murmured to him, waiting out the storm.
At last he quietened, hiccuping against Remus’ neck. Remus rubbed his back, tracing his way up the smooth line of his back.
“Sorry,” Sirius whispered.
“Nothing to be sorry for. What’s wrong?”
“I dreamt,” Sirius said and shuddered. “I dreamt that the dead came out of the ground and they were cold. Everywhere they went the world froze. They were all around me, and Moody told me the only way to stop them was to set myself on fire, but I couldn’t because you were right in front of me, and you were one of the dead, and you told me it was all my fault, and I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t kill you again.”
“Breathe,” Remus murmured. “I’m not dead.”
“And before that I dreamt that James had killed you and was cutting his own hands off afterwards.”
“I don’t think I’ve offended him that much lately.”
“And before that there was Lily, and, and, Peter melted and you tore all your skin off until there were only bones and I-”
Remus stopped his mouth with a kiss. Sirius kept talking under his lips but then stopped, his lips still. Remus slid his tongue across his lips, still stroking his spine, and Sirius sighed and relaxed, kissing him back. He was still shaking, and Remus kept the kiss gentle, a soft brush of lips on lips. When he finally drew back Sirius looked better, his grey eyes less lost.
“I thought you’d learnt the lesson about firewhiskey before bed,” Remus said gently.
Sirius snorted and snuggled down against his pillows. “What I said earlier, about wanting to outlive you? I didn’t mean it.”
“No?”
“I’m a selfish bastard,” Sirius said as Remus cuddled beside him. “I am. I want to be the first to go, before all of you. Even if there wasn’t a fucking war, one of us has to be the last. I don’t want it to be me.”
“I understand,” Remus said gently. “Reckon Peter will outlive us all. Least reckless.”
“Poor git.”
“Yeah.”
Sirius closed his eyes. There were still tears on his eyelashes. Then he opened them again and said, “You’re in my bed.”
“Well spotted. Mine’s cold.”
“Always were crap at warming charms.”
“Why bother when I can just get you to cast them?”
“Heh.” He pulled the blankets up tightly around his ears, peering at Remus from under their shadow. Then he asked, voice small, “Have you come to seduce me again?”
“No,” Remus said gently. “Not when you’re upset.”
“Some blokes would take advantage.”
“Some blokes would,” Remus agreed, “if all they were after was a quick shag.”
“What are you after?”
“You,” said Remus, looking down at him. “For as many years as we’ve got left.”
Sirius took a breath, then licked his lips, then took another breath. “Moony.”
“I love you.”
“You shouldn’t.”
“Yes, I should,” Remus said, feeling a smile curl across his face. “Should or should not doesn’t matter, though. I do. Nothing will change that. I have no choice, and I’m glad of that.”
“Damn,” Sirius said, sinking under the blankets. “You’re not supposed to make this hard.”
Remus went after him, feeling through the darkness until his hand curved around Sirius’ chin. “I’m trying to make it easy.”
“Don’t,” Sirius said thickly. “I’m trying to do the right thing. Just once in my life.”
Remus sighed into the warm darkness. “You are the most infuriating man in the world.”
“Really?”
“Absolutely.”
“Worse than James?”
“Yup.”
“Worse than Snape?”
“Yup.”
“Worse than Lucius Malfoy?”
“Yup, just about.”
“Hah.”
“Are you going to come out of there before you suffocate?”
“Was going to sleep now.”
Remus sighed. He was warm now. Even his feet had stopped tingling. He drew the blankets back, sitting up.
“Where are you going?”
“Back to my own bed.”
“Isn’t it cold?”
Remus winced. “Very.”
Sirius sat up beside him. His hair was wild and his eyes were red-rimmed. He bit his lip and said, winding his fingers into the blankets, “I shouldn’t ask you to stay.”
Remus caught his breath. “Do you want me to?”
Sirius nodded, a quick jerk of his head.
Remus slipped back down beside him. “I won’t do anything.”
Sirius curled around him. “Okay. If I start dreaming again…”
Remus found his hand and squeezed it. “I’ll wake you up.”
“Don’t think I will.”
“Good. Go to sleep, Sirius.”
But Sirius was already sleeping, a smile on his face.
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Date: 2006-01-29 08:51 pm (UTC)Then he asked, voice small, “Have you come to seduce me again?”
“No,” Remus said gently. “Not when you’re upset.”
“Some blokes would take advantage.”
“Some blokes would,” Remus agreed, “if all they were after was a quick shag.”
“What are you after?”
“You,” said Remus, looking down at him. “For as many years as we’ve got left.”
Aiyaiyaiyaiyai.
There's so much more I want to quote, but then I'd just have to copy/paste the whole thing ; )
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Date: 2006-01-29 09:03 pm (UTC)I'm glad you liked it.
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Date: 2006-01-29 09:29 pm (UTC)Actually, I think you should make sure any current or future lovers of yours read this!
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Date: 2006-01-29 09:45 pm (UTC)I've written a lot of protective!Sirius this month. I wanted to show the other side of the balance.
Thanks for the comment :)
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Date: 2006-01-29 11:02 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-01-29 11:04 pm (UTC)Glad you liked it. :)
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Date: 2006-01-29 11:24 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-01-29 11:39 pm (UTC)It's sad but I think Remus coped better without them all than Sirius would ever have done.
Thanks for the comment :)
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Date: 2006-01-30 12:53 am (UTC)The dream with James cutting off his hand was chilling because right sequence of events, wrong Marauder. How creepy.
I love your Remus, I really do.
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Date: 2006-01-30 12:55 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-01-30 07:23 pm (UTC)Thanks for the comment :)
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Date: 2006-01-31 12:59 am (UTC)You know, I almost became sniffle-y in the last chapter, when Sirius said he'd outlive them all... But now, in this chapter, with Sirius not wanting to go last -- oh, you got me! *sniffles*
The foreshadowing! *sighs*
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Date: 2006-01-31 10:15 pm (UTC)I'm glad you enjoyed it :)
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Date: 2007-08-12 02:58 am (UTC)"Probably, he had to admit, because Sirius was good at them. Sirius’ warming charms had always covered the whole dorm and lasted the entire night, and Remus had enough other things to learn to worry about improving on one wobbly household charm."
Awww.
“No,” Remus said gently. “Not when you’re upset.”
Lovely.
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Date: 2007-08-28 06:26 pm (UTC)Probably because he loves him all the more...Stupid pup ^^
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