Title: Three Snapshots
Characters: O'Neill/Tristan
Word Count: 100 each
Notes: This is for
gramercy who wanted O'Neill/Tristan.
I.
"Get out! It's a trap!"
"I don't care. We're stronger than them!"
Them. Not you. Them. Somewhere along the way O'Neill had stopped thinking of Tristan as a Death Eater. He was still Pond Scum but not his enemy anymore because Jonathan O'Neill would never sleep with his enemy. It was weird enough that he was sleeping with a man and his brain refused to deal with the fact that his lover - lover? - was also one of the bad guys. Soon they would have to deal with this but not now.
And then the world suddenly went black.
II.
There is this smirk, that awfully smug one when he thinks he's got the upper hand, that makes me want to smack him over the head with a club.
When he thinks no one is watching he gets this strange look and starts talking to thin air and it creeps me out.
There is this small crease between his brows when he's confused which makes me laugh.
When he's being cute I want to knock his head against the wall.
Screw his Gryffindor chivalry.
Fuck his slick snake act.
If he doesn't come back, I'm going to kick his arse.
III.
So this was Azkaban. Dark, dank and dirty. What no one ever tells is that it is also eerily silent. The inmates are quiet because nobody wants to draw the Dementors' attention. Nobody wants those creatures to take notice. He is different though. Sometimes he engages in conversations with people who are dead, sometimes he sings, sometimes he simply laughs until one of the dark flying guards robs him of consciousness.
He is waiting for them to take it away from him.
The memory of watching the bravest dumbass - his dumbass - slowly bleed to death in his arms.