fanfiction | harry potter : wounds
title: wounds
genre: romance ;; hurt/comfort ;; angst (?)
pairing(s): sirius x remus
word Count: 264
rating: pg
notes: ummm... actually this was written in November-ish for my bff's birthday~ heheh~ And yup, me trying to collate all my writing in one place~~ ^^
There's blood everywhere. On the floor and on the ceiling. On him and on you. And it hurts. It hurts so much it nearly blinds you. Your throat is raspy, barely a whisper, and there are scratches running up and down your arms and your legs from where you've attacked yourself during your transformation. You breathe in, and wince, grasping your sides to stop it splitting in pain. You look down to see a gaping wound in your side.
'Remus?'
You look up and see him staring at you, eyes widened in shock. And you turn away, hiding the wound from his view, but you know he's seen it, and you know that he is going to do something about it. You hear a rip, and suddenly a piece of cloth comes around your waist, staunching the blood as it slowly turns crimson. His arms remain around your waist, even after he's tied the cloth, and you lean back, hissing as you press on a wound you cannot see. You feel him frown, but your hand on his stops him from doing anything apart from being there and embracing you.
'Sirius,' you sigh after a moment's silence. He nods ever so slightly against your shoulder, and suddenly his tongue flicks out to lick at your scar under your chin. You gasp in surprise, but don't move. It's soothing and you lean further into his embrace, your thumbs rubbing circles into the back of his hands. He mews, and you give out a chuckle.
And then you're coughing blood, red droplets splattering the wooden floor.
genre: romance ;; hurt/comfort ;; angst (?)
pairing(s): sirius x remus
word Count: 264
rating: pg
notes: ummm... actually this was written in November-ish for my bff's birthday~ heheh~ And yup, me trying to collate all my writing in one place~~ ^^
There's blood everywhere. On the floor and on the ceiling. On him and on you. And it hurts. It hurts so much it nearly blinds you. Your throat is raspy, barely a whisper, and there are scratches running up and down your arms and your legs from where you've attacked yourself during your transformation. You breathe in, and wince, grasping your sides to stop it splitting in pain. You look down to see a gaping wound in your side.
'Remus?'
You look up and see him staring at you, eyes widened in shock. And you turn away, hiding the wound from his view, but you know he's seen it, and you know that he is going to do something about it. You hear a rip, and suddenly a piece of cloth comes around your waist, staunching the blood as it slowly turns crimson. His arms remain around your waist, even after he's tied the cloth, and you lean back, hissing as you press on a wound you cannot see. You feel him frown, but your hand on his stops him from doing anything apart from being there and embracing you.
'Sirius,' you sigh after a moment's silence. He nods ever so slightly against your shoulder, and suddenly his tongue flicks out to lick at your scar under your chin. You gasp in surprise, but don't move. It's soothing and you lean further into his embrace, your thumbs rubbing circles into the back of his hands. He mews, and you give out a chuckle.
And then you're coughing blood, red droplets splattering the wooden floor.