Prompt: Haunted • @wolfstarmicrofic • WC: ~160
CW: recreational drug use
“If you die before me,” Sirius had whispered in his ear, hair tickling Remus’s cheek, “I hope you come back as a ghost and haunt me.”
“Piss off, you’re full of shit,” Remus had snorted, rolling the blunt between his thumb and forefinger. Moonlight streamed through the open window of the astronomy tower, casting silver pools across the flagstone. The night was young, and so were they. Neither one of them had seen or done terrible, ghastly things. Neither one had killed yet.
“What, you wouldn’t want to haunt me, Moons? I’d haunt you.” Remus could feel him smirking where his lips were pressed against his neck.
He had given a drawn-out, long-suffering sigh at this, and felt Sirius’s smile deepen—he always loved to tease him.
“Sirius, let’s just…not talk about that stuff right now, okay? I don’t want to talk about death, or—or dying, or—” His feeble mumbling heightened into a moan as Sirius began to kiss his collarbone. They didn’t talk much about ghosts after that.
