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The door to the tiny muggle flat swung open and hit the wall with a bang! as Liv stumbled in with an armful of boxes. Moving into a place in muggle London, where they couldn’t use magic to levitate their things up for them was a lot harder than Liv had imagined and she was beginning to wonder why they had even decided to move into a muggle flat in the first place. She dropped the boxes and they fell to the floor with a clatter, immediately dropping herself to dig through them.
Owl post - received on the morning of the 25th of December, 1979
@pterpettigrew
“Dear Pete,
Merry Christmas! So, I’ll try to explain your present on this letter, but it might require an in-person demonstration. It looks like your regular typewriter, but it’s tweaked so that, after you type something, you can use the little lever on the right to roll the paper inside the machine. That is, quite literally, when the magic happens — I’ve charmed it so that, at this point, it will encode the message and then spit the paper back out. The text will look like just random gibberish to anyone who lays eyes on it. So, if you want to decode it, you’ll need to use one of the five mini magnifying glasses that should also be in the package. They’re charmed to translate any message encoded by the typewriter.
I didn’t really make it with the thought of it being practically useful, but I thought you, of all people, might have some fun with it. It can be upgraded it in the future, too, to make more complex codings and translations and so on. Hope that you like it and that you’re having a swell Christmas time!
All the best,
Camille”
Cloud from Anton, heart from Peter
☁ - For a nightmare. Antonin
“You are a blood traitor, Sirius Black, and you will pay.”
Hands and feet and arms and torso were pinned roughly against the floor and Sirius couldn’t move even if he tried. Fear pulsed through him like needles, hot and tingly down his spine and through his blood, rushing like waves. Hadn’t he escaped this? A masked figure stood alone right before Sirius. Last time there were two. It was one who’d taken him before, his voice distinctly smooth and almost seductive, an accent so proper and pure he could not be mistaken. It was the one who wanted to play with Sirius, who wanted to touch and feel him before disfiguring his handsome face.
Sirius tried to speak but his tongue was heavy and he tasted copper; blood filling his mouth to the brim.
“Don’t speak, little one. I need that mouth for something else.” He could practically hear the grin in his voice.
Suddenly Sirius was aware of his own nudity, his body rigid and cold and exposed to the cold air in the underground bunker. He screamed, feeling uncharacteristically weak.
“Tut tut. I said no.” A hand clasped around his neck and squeezed so tight he couldn’t breathe. But he didn’t stop there. He continued to squeeze, harder and harder until Sirius felt blood trickling down his body and his head popped right off.
When he woke, he was gasping, his hands shooting to his neck, rubbing at the invisible wound.
❥- For something erotic.Peter
Sirius grinned as he stared down at his friend, legs straddling just above his knees. He licked his lips hungrily in realization that he wanted, needed his friend. Wormtail had never been the most appealing in Sirius’s eyes, not like this, but right now, hands tied to the bed, body naked, Sirius had never seen something more desirable.
Peter was inexperienced and Sirius would show him all the right moves.
“Sirius…” His voice was deep, needy. Sirius grinned as his hands smoothed down Peter’s body, feeling every bump and groove of muscle and skin pulled taut as his breath hitched.
“Shhh,” Sirius hissed, moving forward so their cocks pressed together as his hips rolled. He was so aroused, so fucking turned on by his friend that he could barely keep it together.
Quietly, he dipped his head down, pausing briefly to hover just above Peter’s lips before he pressed a rough, heated kiss against them.
Sirius woke up suddenly, his body warm and uncomfortable. He pulled a face and dragged his hands over his eyes and cheeks. What the fuck was that?
YEAH. -Wormtail P.S. You're the only one who guessed right on the first go.
Holy fuck, congratulations, mate. Come show me.
JP.
P.S. Of course I am. I've always been the brilliant one.
I DID IT. -Wormtail
YOUR PATRONUS?
JP.
Guess what? -Wormtail
What? What? WHAT?
JP.
I've time this weekend for whatever it is you need help with. -Wormy
Round up the lads.JP.
Alright. I'll let you know when I know for sure either way, then. -Pete
Thanks, mate. P.
