[Harry Potter] [Godric, Salazar] With Your Pistol, Shot Me.
Title: With Your Pistol, Shot Me.
Summary: In the lulls between burst of machine gun fire aimed at the bodies, Godric sings.
Characters/Pairings: Godric Gryffindor, Salazar Slytherin
Genre: AU, Gen, kind of vaguely horror?
Rating/Warnings: PG-13, swearing, violence, zombies, songs that will be stuck in your head forever.
Medium: Ficlet
Word Count: 506
Notes: Written for writerverse, inspired by "Between calling out potential targets, Colbert and Person stay awake screeching pop songs - Avril Lavigne's "I'm With You" and "Skater Boy" - deliberately massacring them at the tops of their lungs." from Generation Kill by Evan Wright.
In the lulls between burst of machine gun fire aimed at the bodies, Godric sings. He screeches songs at the top of his lungs, varying between sounding like a screaming baby and a tortured cat as he calls out lyrics to songs Salazar hated, even before he had to listen to Godric's renditions of them at least three times a day.
"Please shut up," Salazar says, moving onto his knees, anything to get the cramps out of his thighs. "For the love of God, please shut up."
"Who let the dogs out, who, who, who?" Godric wipes at his mouth before he grins over at Salazar. There's a cut on his lip, probably from a misjudged recoil, and when he grins it starts to bleed again. "Sorry to break the news, Sally, but there ain't a God."
Salazar watches the trickle of blood tracing over Godric's chin. He doesn't seem to have noticed, not as he presses the sight his gun to his eye and stares out into the darkness, humming now, an endless loop, like he can only remember one line of whatever infuriating song he's switched to now.
"In the jungle, the mighty jungle, the lion sleeps tonight." Salazar shuts his eyes. Takes a deep breath. Opens his eyes again, and looks over the field, at the shambling bodies still stumbling towards them. Less now than there were before. Maybe it's over since, this ambush, this wave. Maybe they can get some sleep. Maybe he can avoid Godric for a few days. "Fuck, I'm so tired."
"You volunteered for defensive duty," Salazar mutters, squeezing his trigger and watching another body drop.
"Let the bodies hit the floor-" Godric starts, and cuts himself off with a rattle of machine gun fire. "So did you," he says, wiping at his mouth again. The back of his hand comes away red. "And now all you do is sit here and bitch at me about keeping myself awake, fuck you."
"Shut up," Salazar says, and rests back down, mimicking Godric's stretched out position.
"I hope you get bitten by a zombie," Godric says. "And I hope your cock falls off."
"Are those two connected, or do you want them to happen to me separately?"
"Whatever stings you most, Salazar, whatever." Godric's jaw clicks around a yawn, and Salazar, for both of their sakes, hopes that this wave of bodies stops soon. For the sake of his sanity, for the sake of Godric not falling asleep on a machine gun.
"Can I choose neither?" There's a pause, a moment of silence, a moment when no guns rattle, when Godric doesn't sink and no bodies groan up at them.
"No," Godric says. "No, no, no, don't phunk with my heart, yeah, no, no, no, no, don't phunk with my heart."
Salazar takes a deep breath, and prays to a deity that doesn't exist for this to end soon.
Summary: In the lulls between burst of machine gun fire aimed at the bodies, Godric sings.
Characters/Pairings: Godric Gryffindor, Salazar Slytherin
Genre: AU, Gen, kind of vaguely horror?
Rating/Warnings: PG-13, swearing, violence, zombies, songs that will be stuck in your head forever.
Medium: Ficlet
Word Count: 506
Notes: Written for writerverse, inspired by "Between calling out potential targets, Colbert and Person stay awake screeching pop songs - Avril Lavigne's "I'm With You" and "Skater Boy" - deliberately massacring them at the tops of their lungs." from Generation Kill by Evan Wright.
In the lulls between burst of machine gun fire aimed at the bodies, Godric sings. He screeches songs at the top of his lungs, varying between sounding like a screaming baby and a tortured cat as he calls out lyrics to songs Salazar hated, even before he had to listen to Godric's renditions of them at least three times a day.
"Please shut up," Salazar says, moving onto his knees, anything to get the cramps out of his thighs. "For the love of God, please shut up."
"Who let the dogs out, who, who, who?" Godric wipes at his mouth before he grins over at Salazar. There's a cut on his lip, probably from a misjudged recoil, and when he grins it starts to bleed again. "Sorry to break the news, Sally, but there ain't a God."
Salazar watches the trickle of blood tracing over Godric's chin. He doesn't seem to have noticed, not as he presses the sight his gun to his eye and stares out into the darkness, humming now, an endless loop, like he can only remember one line of whatever infuriating song he's switched to now.
"In the jungle, the mighty jungle, the lion sleeps tonight." Salazar shuts his eyes. Takes a deep breath. Opens his eyes again, and looks over the field, at the shambling bodies still stumbling towards them. Less now than there were before. Maybe it's over since, this ambush, this wave. Maybe they can get some sleep. Maybe he can avoid Godric for a few days. "Fuck, I'm so tired."
"You volunteered for defensive duty," Salazar mutters, squeezing his trigger and watching another body drop.
"Let the bodies hit the floor-" Godric starts, and cuts himself off with a rattle of machine gun fire. "So did you," he says, wiping at his mouth again. The back of his hand comes away red. "And now all you do is sit here and bitch at me about keeping myself awake, fuck you."
"Shut up," Salazar says, and rests back down, mimicking Godric's stretched out position.
"I hope you get bitten by a zombie," Godric says. "And I hope your cock falls off."
"Are those two connected, or do you want them to happen to me separately?"
"Whatever stings you most, Salazar, whatever." Godric's jaw clicks around a yawn, and Salazar, for both of their sakes, hopes that this wave of bodies stops soon. For the sake of his sanity, for the sake of Godric not falling asleep on a machine gun.
"Can I choose neither?" There's a pause, a moment of silence, a moment when no guns rattle, when Godric doesn't sink and no bodies groan up at them.
"No," Godric says. "No, no, no, don't phunk with my heart, yeah, no, no, no, no, don't phunk with my heart."
Salazar takes a deep breath, and prays to a deity that doesn't exist for this to end soon.