and the cruel did it tenderly
More hp_100 rubbish.
Title: Cry, Mother
House: Ravenclaw
Word Count: 100.
Rating: G
Characters/Pairings: Barty Crouch, Jr.
Author's Notes: Angst.
Barty curls into the cold stone corner, leaning into it and forcing it to be something warm, anything warm. …It doesn’t work immediately, but after prolonged exposure to the cold, he begins to not notice it so much. Must be winter.
He doesn’t dream about her anymore, but he wishes he would. Something happy, anything happy, even just a glimpse of how she looked when he got twelve OWLs after fifth year. Her hair, even - he’d die content for just that.
But he keeps her name, mostly because that damning day stays fresh. And, at night, he still cries, “Mother!”
Title: Digits
House: Ravenclaw
Word Count: 100.
Rating: G
Characters/Pairings: Sirius, Sirius/Remus
Author's Notes: Angst, with implied slash.
Sometimes, Sirius has to flex his fingers to remember what moving them feels like.
They don’t look the way he remembers them, nor how he wants them to look, and thinking that he used to be good-looking puts a dull, throbbing irritation in his fingers. He can only think of that and how he’s innocent when all he wants is to think of Remus.
Occasionally, he gets that blessing, but it’s never good.
When he thinks of Remus, it’s only of the bad times. His prank with Snape. The distrust just before Azkaban.
No smiles ever, and no healthy fingers.
Title: Red Right Ankle
House: Ravenclaw
Word Count: 100.
Rating: G
Characters/Pairings: Sirius, Remus, Sirius/Remus
Author's Notes: Angst, slash but nothing at all serious. Name is from a Decemberist's song of the same name.
“Moony, please…”
“Sirius, I’m exhausted. I’d like to sleep, and you need to.”
“Just one more. Then I’ll sleep, and I won’t ask again until morning.”
Remus sighs and wraps a hand around Sirius’ right one - his wand hand; without thinking, he follows the first with his left. It’s summer, but Sirius is still so cold. Understandably, perhaps, but disconcerting nonetheless - again without thinking, he pulls Sirius’ hand to his lips, kissing the bony joints as he rubs the palm. Remus doesn’t like these unconscious moves, but will live with them anyway.
“Our first kiss,” he sighs. “Fine?”
Sirius nods.
Title: Cry, Mother
House: Ravenclaw
Word Count: 100.
Rating: G
Characters/Pairings: Barty Crouch, Jr.
Author's Notes: Angst.
Barty curls into the cold stone corner, leaning into it and forcing it to be something warm, anything warm. …It doesn’t work immediately, but after prolonged exposure to the cold, he begins to not notice it so much. Must be winter.
He doesn’t dream about her anymore, but he wishes he would. Something happy, anything happy, even just a glimpse of how she looked when he got twelve OWLs after fifth year. Her hair, even - he’d die content for just that.
But he keeps her name, mostly because that damning day stays fresh. And, at night, he still cries, “Mother!”
Title: Digits
House: Ravenclaw
Word Count: 100.
Rating: G
Characters/Pairings: Sirius, Sirius/Remus
Author's Notes: Angst, with implied slash.
Sometimes, Sirius has to flex his fingers to remember what moving them feels like.
They don’t look the way he remembers them, nor how he wants them to look, and thinking that he used to be good-looking puts a dull, throbbing irritation in his fingers. He can only think of that and how he’s innocent when all he wants is to think of Remus.
Occasionally, he gets that blessing, but it’s never good.
When he thinks of Remus, it’s only of the bad times. His prank with Snape. The distrust just before Azkaban.
No smiles ever, and no healthy fingers.
Title: Red Right Ankle
House: Ravenclaw
Word Count: 100.
Rating: G
Characters/Pairings: Sirius, Remus, Sirius/Remus
Author's Notes: Angst, slash but nothing at all serious. Name is from a Decemberist's song of the same name.
“Moony, please…”
“Sirius, I’m exhausted. I’d like to sleep, and you need to.”
“Just one more. Then I’ll sleep, and I won’t ask again until morning.”
Remus sighs and wraps a hand around Sirius’ right one - his wand hand; without thinking, he follows the first with his left. It’s summer, but Sirius is still so cold. Understandably, perhaps, but disconcerting nonetheless - again without thinking, he pulls Sirius’ hand to his lips, kissing the bony joints as he rubs the palm. Remus doesn’t like these unconscious moves, but will live with them anyway.
“Our first kiss,” he sighs. “Fine?”
Sirius nods.