Mending - Lilylene - @taylorswiftmicrofic - 262 words - AO3
Marlene smiles to herself when she enters the dorm, asking, “What are you doing?”
“Mending your Quidditch shirt,” Lily replies. “All these little holes were getting on my nerves.”
She sits on the bed beside her. “And why are you doing it the muggle way when you could fix it with a flick of your wand?”
“Why haven’t you fixed it then if it’s so easy? You have a wand too,” Lily responds. “I like sewing though. I find it relaxing.”
Marlene scrunches her nose. “Reading, sewing. You have such boring hobbies.”
“At least my hobbies don’t end up with me in the hospital wing once a week.”
“No pain, no gain,” she says.
Lily rolls her eyes, muttering, “You’re such an idiot. I don’t see why you like this sport so much anyways, it’s so violent.”
“Sounds like you’re worried I’ll get hurt,” she chuckles.
“Of course I am, you’re my…best friend.”
Watching Lily’s cheeks turn scarlet as she looks away and continues working, she can’t help but feel as though she’s holding back, as though there is something else she wanted to say. Or maybe she’s getting her hopes up for nothing. “Yeah…best friend.”
Emerald eyes gaze into hers, and Marlene involuntarily inches forward, her breath hitching at their closeness.
“Marls…”
“Lils…”
“What are you- what is this?”
“This is whatever you want it to be.”
The redhead takes a deep breath. “I want you.”
Marlene smirks, “And I want you,” and closes the gap between them, the kiss gentle and tender and better than anything she has ever imagined.
Vintage - Dorlene - @taylorswiftmicrofic - 225 words - AO3
Marlene stops talking, not hearing a word Lily says beside her as she notices Dorcas descend the stairs to the Great Hall. With gold cuffs in braids that are pulled into a high bun, and a vintage black dress adorned with sequins and hugging her frame in the most wonderful way, the Slytherin looks like a literal goddess.
“You’re drooling,” Dorcas chuckles when she approaches them.
Instantly, she slams her mouth, that was wide open as she stared at her, shut. ”Fuck, Cas, you look…so unbelievably stunning.”
“You don’t look so bad yourself, Mckinnon.”
“And I think that’s my cue to leave,” Lily exclaims, heading towards her own date.
Dorcas extends her arm, asking, “Shall we?”
“Or…” Marlene smirks, “we could skip the ball instead and take advantage of the empty dorm.”
“Hmm, tempting,” her girlfriend muses. “But I’ve been looking forward to this evening for weeks.”
“Oh, alright,” she sighs, and locks elbows with her before leading her into the beautifully decorated hall, though it could never compare to Dorcas’ beauty. “We’ll still have a blast though.”
“Of course. But if we just so happen to get bored or tired before it’s over, we could always…rest in your dorm.”
Marlene places a quick, sneaky kiss on her cheek. “What a great idea. You’re so smart, baby.”
in the morning remus drinks black coffee with a sip of vodka in it (he needs that to find his will to live) preferably paired with a cig. in the evening it's the poor man's brands of tea like lipton
sirius drinks exclusive japanese tea blends and espresso and other types of small rich coffees in these super tiny mugs, his pinkie outstretched
james loves milk more than life itself and specifically adores effie's and peter's hot chocolate. he barely wants it if it's not theirs
happy disability pride month to anyone with invisible disabilities btw you are so so valid. as someone who has had judgement in the past for "not being disabled enough" and who has been accused of faking my disability, I do understand how hard it can be. but I see you and I love you for everything you are <3
Sirius draw intricate tattoos on Remus’ back with henna and begs him to get each one tattooed, but Remus doesn’t because he knows Sirius would want to draw more
It was a stormy night, lighting and thunder were the soundtrack that followed Sirius through the narrow streets. London could be a dark place, full of nooks and crannies, full of creatures that were always around you, but whose nature surfaced the most on those cold nights. Even the monsters got scared from time to time.
Sirius knew something was wrong since he left the pub. His gums hurt, anxious, feeling the proximity of blood. Human’s blood was delicious, animal’s blood was at least okay, monster’s blood was nauseous. That was the theory. Sirius had never followed theories for long. He had learned to control himself a long time ago, and animal’s blood could be as good as humans' if you knew what you were looking for. But the smell that the wind carried with it that night, between the essence of wet asphalt and cheap beer, always had an effect on him.
He followed his senses, moving like a shadow that could only be seen out of the corner of your eye, reflected on the side wall of a block when lightning struck. The rain was falling hard around and over him, and for the human beings out there, it could have made his goal almost impossible; all the lines were blurry, any movement seemed like an illusion.
However, Sirius was not a human being, and he was determined.
He didn’t even need the light of a new flash to identify the figure that was contorted against a break wall; he could see it, smell it, and feel it. The man was drenched, but he didn’t seem to care about the rain. He was focused on his shoulder, the place from which the scent that had led Sirius there originated.
Sirius smirked, lowering his pace until he was just a step away from that figure.
“Oh,” he said, exaggerating his grief, his voice vicious. “What do we have here? Is this puppy hurt?”
The other man looked at him, almost in a nonchalant way. If it wasn’t for the way his breathing was uneven, it would seem as if the wound didn’t hurt him. He was also not surprised to see a vampire just a few feet from him. After all, beast recognises beast.
“Good night to you, too, Sirius,” he said calmly. Sirius rolled his eyes.
“Oh, come on, Lupin. You can’t always be so collected. I’m laughing at you when you’re clearly injured. Insult me a little.”
Remus chuckled and shook his head. He stared at his shoulder. Even in the dark, Sirius could see the stain of blood in his shirt, how it continued to ooze out through the open skin, and the way the veins in the area appeared more black than blue.
“You have seen me worse.”
It was true. Since he met Remus a long time ago, he had seen him on the verge of death, almost mutilated, and literally starving. That didn’t mean seeing him panting against a wall in the middle of the street on a stormy night was less noticeable.
“And you like a little too much being insulted.”
Sirius swallowed the ‘just when you do it’ that was at the tip of his tongue.
“What happened?” he asked instead.
“Nothing. But you sounded so chivalrous.”
Sirius licked his lips and breathed deep. It was infuriating how someone could get on his nerves just by being so calm. It was insufferable how the smile that accompanied those words made him feel. He took another step closer and looked more intently at the wound. The smell of blood tickled his nose, but he focused on how he could see it kind of running under the skin. The venom was flowing quickly.
“Who did it?”
“No one important.”
“Remus. You are pretty, but you lie so badly that it makes you look slightly ugly. And I like pretty things.”
Remus sighed and slumped against the wall, giving up. To be honest, it didn’t usually take much for him to give in when it was Sirius the one pressing on the subject. He brushed the wet strands of hair away from his eyes and held his hand out in front of him, watching the drops fall onto his fingers.
“Greyback turned another orphan,” he finally answered. It sounded dark; the pain was starting to really get to him. Sirius clenched his jaw. “My informant told me the boy didn’t pass the test. He was going to hand it over to a nest of acromantulas.”
“And you went straight to rescue him. Alone.”
Remus didn’t make any comment. He also kept his gaze focused on the rain, averting Sirius’s gaze, probably because disguising the agony would be harder eye to eye.
“He’s with the pack now. They will keep him safe.”
His voice was lower then, as if the effort of pronouncing those words was too hard. Sirius had to suppress the urge to grab his chin and force him to look at him.
“Yeah, the same way they keep you safe, right?” Sirius said sarcastically.
“I’m not-”
“Yes, yes, I know,” he stopped him. “You don’t have a pack, you are a lonely werewolf. Too much of a tough-guy attitude for a puppy like you, you know?”
It was evident in the way Remus’s mouth trembled that he had made him want to laugh and groan at the same time. But he was too preoccupied trying to conceal the pain to do it.
“If you keep talking like that, I will start thinking you want me under your wing.”
“Change the ‘your wing’ for just a ‘you’.”
This time, Remus couldn't help but look at him, a half-smile, half-grimace on his face. His eyes were glassy. Sirius's face fell.
“Sirius-”
“Just shut up and let me help you already.”
Remus was always warm under Sirius’s hands, and that time wasn’t the exception. He was also compliant, probably more than both of them would have expected the first time they met. So there, in the rain and with the wind going crazy around them, after licking the blood that was already out and spitting it on the ground, Sirius bit him on the injured shoulder.
His fangs started cleaning the blood, and Remus immediately relaxed against him. If someone saw them there and knew anything about what they were, it would seem as if Sirius was trying to kill him. It was ironic how many situations could change depending on who was watching.
It was an easy task. Acromantulas didn’t have too strong venom, and vampires’ fangs neutralised it fast. When he tasted the first drops of clean blood, he stopped. With the venom out, the werewolf’s body would recover fast. Sirius knew it; his mind was racing, his gums hurting again. It wasn’t unfamiliar, that didn’t make it easier.
He looked at Remus, who was already looking back at him. His eyes were still glassy, but the pain had vanished. A lightning bolt illuminated the street. Remus was looking at Sirius’s mouth, red because of the blood. Sirius looked at the wound, where he could now see the place where his teeth had bitten.
“Can I?” he whispered.
If it weren’t for his werewolf’s sense, Remus wouldn’t have heard. But he did and, still looking at the vampire, nodded.
“Yeah.”
When Sirius sank his fangs that time, it felt like he had the electricity of the storm inside him. It was revitalising. His arms kept Remus in place, holding him by his waist, as he clenched Sirius’s arm, always ready to fight for control. It had taken less than it should have to reach that point in which he showed so much trust in Sirius, and in which Sirius trusted so much in him.
“Werewolf blood tastes awful,” he said when he stopped drinking, less than a couple of minutes later. “But yours is different. So sweet, just like you.”
Remus turned so they were face to face, but his hand was still on Sirius's arm.
“You say that every time.”
“And you must like it, because you always let me drink.”
“Well, I let you suck my blood, you let me suck your-”
“Remus Lupin!” he interrupted him, pretending to be scandalised, and he even took a hand to his chest. “A gentleman like you shouldn’t make that kind of proposal. I could take it seriously.”
“Don’t you always?”
They looked at each other straight in the eye for a second before Sirius groaned and Remus laughed.
“Oh, you ruined the mood.”
Remus chuckled again, but at the same time, he moved away from the wall. Now, looking at his shoes, he seemed almost shy.
“I should go,” he said before looking at Sirius again. “It had been a long night.”
Sirius stared at those eyes that always looked at him so adoringly. Remus always said more with looks than with words.
“Always a pleasure, Remus.”
“Take care getting home, okay?”
“Who is being chivalrous now?”
“I care. As much as you care.”
He didn’t have anything to say at that.
Remus nodded and turned around, ready to disappear in the night.
“Hey,” Sirius called, making Remus stop and face him again. He took one finger to his mouth and collected some blood that was still there. Then, he traced Remus’s lower lip with it, letting him get it cleaned with his tongue. He wondered if he could taste the sweetness too. “Hope this helps until next time.”
Both of them knew their bodies were hotter than they should be under a thunderous storm as much as they knew it shouldn’t be a next time, at least not like that, so cowardly.
“Bye, Sirius.”
The rain started falling more heavily, making the silhouette that had gone away nearly imperceptible.
airport - hollanov - @hollanovbingo - word count: 322 - click here for my hollanov microfic archive on ao3
Shane nearly jumped out of his skin when he saw 'Lily' appear on his phone screen.
It probably wouldn't have been nearly as surprising if he hadn't been sitting staring at his screen, but that was another story.
"Hel–hey," he answered, swallowing all the eagerness he could, fighting to sound casual as he answered the call.
"Hello," Ilya replied, sounding anxious. "I am–I am at Boston airport. Just got through security. Um. Flight is on time."
He could have texted Shane that information, but neither of them pointed that out.
"Ah–good," Shane nodded jerkily, relief and terror flooding him in equal measure. Fuck. Ilya was actually doing this. Flying here. Coming to Shane's cottage.
"Man at security tried to–what is it called? Frisk me? But I told them I already have other plans for someone to touch my dick," Ilya continued, a little smile in his tone, now.
Despite his nerves, Shane snorted. "Shut up," he muttered, shaking his head fondly.
Silence.
"You are...ah...still picking me up?"
Shane gulped, looking around. "Yeah. Um...if you still want me to, that is. If it's too...weird, or whatever, I can get a car service, or see if there's taxis, or, um maybe there's public transpor–"
"Hollander."
"Yeah?"
"I want you to."
He breathed a sigh of relief. "Okay."
Silence.
"You will be there on time?"
He bristled. "Yeah, Rozanov, I'll be there on time!"
Ilya laughed. "I am just saying! You probably have to leave soon, yes? You don't want to be late."
Shane frowned, rolling his eyes. "Yeah, yeah. You're right, I should...yeah."
"Okay."
Silence.
"I will see you soon, Shane."
Fuck. It wasn't fair how much that made him smile. "See you, Ilya," he murmured.
When the line went dead, he sighed, looking out his car window to the deserted airport parking lot, where he'd already been waiting for half an hour.
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