Fic: HP, (r/s), drabble, "the end of the world as we know it" - MP LDWS, Week Ten - winner!
Title: the end of the world as we know it
Word Count: 300
Author: whitmans_kiss
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: disturbing images, violence
Characters; Pairings: Remus Lupin/Sirius Black, MWPP
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of J.K. Rowling. I make no profit from this piece of fiction. All characters depicted are of legal age.
Summary: When what should have been a routine mission escalates into what will become the bloodiest battle of the First Wizarding War, two soldiers cling to what fleeting moments of life they find they might have left to them.
Written for mp_ldws, Round Two/Week Ten.
Prompt: "Order Mission" "candle" "300 words exactly" "Team Padfoot"
(crossposted here at mp_ldws)
Sirius feels more than he sees the spells cutting through the air, hissing offensive magic cast through the frenzy, driving faster until instinct is what drives him.
Remus is nearby, arms raised overhead, mouth twisting wordlessly around an incantation that breaks the knees of two Death Eaters beneath their robes, snapping their legs backwards as their screams drown out the sound of the shattering bones.
The masked bastards go down but not quick enough, reflexes taking over as a green light hurtles towards Remus through the corner of Sirius’ eyes, and he makes a mad lunge, slamming Remus into a muddied ditch, rolling to protect him.
Locked eyes and locked jaws, breaths so hard their bodies shake - though perhaps the shaking came before, neither of them know nor care - hard adrenaline coursing through their veins, great gulping shocks of infinite realization, the solid feel of flesh above and beneath them, gripping so tightly the friction of their fingers could spark a hundred candles alight.
Sirius gasps a last swallow of air before he bears his mouth down to Remus’, less of a kiss than a desperate communication, and they’ve never thought to do this before, but if he died without having done this - Sirius realizes he’d have died anyway if he hadn’t. It’s not so much a goodbye but a last chance; their eyes are open and both know that neither is afraid of death anymore.
Remus crushes him closer and a deranged shriek stains the air, contained explosions raining earth on their shoulders, crackling magic like black lightning overhead, seeping into the ground with the blood of their comrades streaked on their hands and faces.
And around them, the world was on its way to ending in a shower of sparks and fallen heroes, but they - they were alive
Word Count: 300
Author: whitmans_kiss
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: disturbing images, violence
Characters; Pairings: Remus Lupin/Sirius Black, MWPP
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of J.K. Rowling. I make no profit from this piece of fiction. All characters depicted are of legal age.
Summary: When what should have been a routine mission escalates into what will become the bloodiest battle of the First Wizarding War, two soldiers cling to what fleeting moments of life they find they might have left to them.
Written for mp_ldws, Round Two/Week Ten.
Prompt: "Order Mission" "candle" "300 words exactly" "Team Padfoot"
(crossposted here at mp_ldws)
Sirius feels more than he sees the spells cutting through the air, hissing offensive magic cast through the frenzy, driving faster until instinct is what drives him.
Remus is nearby, arms raised overhead, mouth twisting wordlessly around an incantation that breaks the knees of two Death Eaters beneath their robes, snapping their legs backwards as their screams drown out the sound of the shattering bones.
The masked bastards go down but not quick enough, reflexes taking over as a green light hurtles towards Remus through the corner of Sirius’ eyes, and he makes a mad lunge, slamming Remus into a muddied ditch, rolling to protect him.
Locked eyes and locked jaws, breaths so hard their bodies shake - though perhaps the shaking came before, neither of them know nor care - hard adrenaline coursing through their veins, great gulping shocks of infinite realization, the solid feel of flesh above and beneath them, gripping so tightly the friction of their fingers could spark a hundred candles alight.
Sirius gasps a last swallow of air before he bears his mouth down to Remus’, less of a kiss than a desperate communication, and they’ve never thought to do this before, but if he died without having done this - Sirius realizes he’d have died anyway if he hadn’t. It’s not so much a goodbye but a last chance; their eyes are open and both know that neither is afraid of death anymore.
Remus crushes him closer and a deranged shriek stains the air, contained explosions raining earth on their shoulders, crackling magic like black lightning overhead, seeping into the ground with the blood of their comrades streaked on their hands and faces.
And around them, the world was on its way to ending in a shower of sparks and fallen heroes, but they - they were alive