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nekare at 09:43pm on 18/01/2006 under blanketforts, fic, fireworks series, hp, remus/sirius
nekare at 09:43pm on 18/01/2006 under blanketforts, fic, fireworks series, hp, remus/siriusIT'S OVER!! Ugh, I never thought this would become that big, but I'm so very glad it did. This has been wonderful to write, even if tiring, and I thank anyone who took the time to read it from the bottom of my heart.
Title: Lullaby
Rating: PG-13 for groping.
Word Count: 1296
Warnings: CAPSLOCK!Lily. Because the poor boy must have gotten it from someone.
Author Notes:Last part of a series, written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
blanketforts. Feedback will be hugged to death!
Fireworks series: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16
A paper plane wakes Remus the next morning, and as he stirs he is vaguely tempted to just roll over and keep on sleeping for the rest of his life, dreams still tasting sweet on his tongue and the receding mind of the wolf muttering about wind moving the branches, wilderness by nightlight and snow beneath his feet. The plane keeps on nudging him until he sighs and grabs it, feeling the healthiest after a full moon in months.
(Years in disguise at months, that is what they had felt like, salty and ache tasting).
The parchment is coarse beneath his shaky fingertips, cut uneven and painted the soft yellow that always feels warm in his hands. Sirius’ handwriting fills the page, and Remus strokes the letters with his thumb as he reads the way Madam Pomfrey had chased them out of the infirmary and how sorry they all are for that. The lonely letter before Sirius’ name makes Remus’ heart miss a beat in a childish way, and he berates himself from making such a bid deal out of such an insignificant thing. He still reads it again.
‘L. Padfoot.’
---
After a while of begging, Remus is finally allowed to leave the Hospital Wing early, and as he changes into his clothes he can hear Madam Pomfrey muttering to herself that this had been one of his best moons yet. After the past two weeks, Remus had thought he’d tear himself to pieces, that he’d take out his frustrations, heartaches, rage on himself, and a whole new set of scars would map his body, crisscrossing and intertwining as the brain cell web in his brain, the one he hasn’t used very much lately.
His right leg pains him a bit as he walks, but he swallows the discomfort down and keep smiling at people, walking ahead. He’s just outside the Charms classroom when he decides he’s just not up for classes, Flitwick’s squeaky voice drilling into his head as he leans his forehead on the cool wood of the door. He goes back to the Common Room, and the parchment plane (now folded up as a plain square, better for hiding, but the original folds are still there, waiting to be reanimated again) crunches a little as he lays on one of the comfy couches, sighing tiredly into one of the scarlet cushions.
Sleep tricks him into a nap, and he dreams of the time his father had taught him to skate on the thin ice of a lake somewhat close home. The frozen water had been pure white, and Remus had imagined the deep orange fishes frozen as they had been swimming. Dad had laughed at that, but Remus had kept trying to find a spot of color under the ice.
This time, he has a smile on his face when he wakes up.
---
He drags Sirius behind an empty niche covered by a tapestry the moment he sees him, and his pulse becomes erratic under his fingertips. Remus can barely see the outline of Sirius’ face in the darkness, and the tapestry makes the place smell of dust and age. This is their home, feeling warm and inviting, and they both try to keep the thoughts of a completely different castle at bay.
Sirius is being kissed before he knows it, and Remus’ stomach jumps, and tingles, and burns in all kind of ways he’s not sure are completely healthy, but then Sirius is putting a forearm around his neck, and every single hair on his body stands on end. He pants against Sirius’ mouth, learning his contours with curious hands that just don’t seem to stay put as they should, teasing through coarse fabric, slipping inside to make goose bumps painted paths.
“I do, too,” Remus breaths out with some difficulty, face and body Gryffindor (friendship) red. Sirius blinks, looking mildly confused, and Remus kisses it away. “Your question from yesterday.” then Sirius remembers, and both of his hands move to cup Remus’ face between them, shoulders hunched in the most vulnerable and beautiful expression Remus has ever seen on his face. Sirius kisses him sweetly, and a second later he licks a path just under Remus’ ear. He breaths on it, warm and cold at the same time, and Remus’ spine arches in soundless pleasure.
Remus closes his eyes, and wonders how he could have ever thought it hard to be in love with Sirius Black.
---
“I have a surprise for you,” Lily says to him a while later, and makes a sign for him to follow. “You guys too.” the rest of the Marauders look between each other in confusion, but they all comply with her, more out of shock than anything. She leads them through the snowy grounds, an imitation of their nightmare-ish night that can’t help but make Remus shudder. She goes inside the forest, but they haven’t walked that much when they get to a tiny clearing, a thick blanket laying on the frozen earth.
“Ta-da!” says Lily cheerily, moving her arms towards the blanket as if she were trying to sell a car. The boys say nothing, and she purses her lips before speaking again. “I thought a picnic would cheer you up, if you’re feeling up to it, of course.” her last words are filled with concern, and an anxious shade settles on her green eyes. From the corner of his eyes, he can see James staring at her adoringly, as if just couldn’t believe his luck.
Peter still looks confused, and Sirius looks as if he might start to laugh, so Remus smiles quickly at her. “Of course, Lily. This was so thoughtful of you.”
She waves it aside. “It’s nothing, I just wanted to- Potter! STOP IT!” James stops guiltily as he raids the small basket Lily had hidden behind a tree. Remus laughs. Laughs so much, actually, at the absurdness of it all that everyone starts casting worrying glances at him. His throat isn’t used to the sound anymore, and it carries a pang of hurt behind, like everything else at life does. He falls to the blanket, still holding his stomach from the mirth and happiness blooming there. The rest of them give him funny looks, but end up laughing themselves, and they all lay on the blanket with him, enjoying the mere company.
“So, want to tell us what you and Sirius were up to when you disappeared after lunch?” asks Peter slyly with mischief in his eyes, and Sirius swats him in distress.
“Oh, shut it, Wormtail.” for Remus’ extreme pleasure, Sirius has turned red to the roots of his hair, and Remus does too when the ghost of exploring hands crosses across his chest. There’s more laughter, and intimate questions, and even Lily seems to find the merciless interrogatory fun.
“I’d love to see you all transformed, you know?” says Lily after a while, and she forces them to promise they’ll let her see. James turns on his supposedly charming personality, and ends up with a pinch to the cheek. They spend hours in there, missing the afternoon classes and not caring at all.
In the end, they just lay there, looking up. The sky looks almost white against the dark, crooked branches, mist clinging to the air in swirly dream-like clouds that surround Remus’ senses like a warm blanket, filling his lungs with the bittersweet oxygen of life.
The future looms black ahead, torn at the edges; but Remus stares at the sky instead of wondering, Sirius’ hand in his, friends laying by his side, and enjoys the white sky, white moment, white little lie.
Remus sighs, and for a second, all of the anguish biting at his bones goes away with his breath.
THE END
Title: Lullaby
Rating: PG-13 for groping.
Word Count: 1296
Warnings: CAPSLOCK!Lily. Because the poor boy must have gotten it from someone.
Author Notes:Last part of a series, written for
blanketforts. Feedback will be hugged to death!Fireworks series: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16
A paper plane wakes Remus the next morning, and as he stirs he is vaguely tempted to just roll over and keep on sleeping for the rest of his life, dreams still tasting sweet on his tongue and the receding mind of the wolf muttering about wind moving the branches, wilderness by nightlight and snow beneath his feet. The plane keeps on nudging him until he sighs and grabs it, feeling the healthiest after a full moon in months.
(Years in disguise at months, that is what they had felt like, salty and ache tasting).
The parchment is coarse beneath his shaky fingertips, cut uneven and painted the soft yellow that always feels warm in his hands. Sirius’ handwriting fills the page, and Remus strokes the letters with his thumb as he reads the way Madam Pomfrey had chased them out of the infirmary and how sorry they all are for that. The lonely letter before Sirius’ name makes Remus’ heart miss a beat in a childish way, and he berates himself from making such a bid deal out of such an insignificant thing. He still reads it again.
‘L. Padfoot.’
---
After a while of begging, Remus is finally allowed to leave the Hospital Wing early, and as he changes into his clothes he can hear Madam Pomfrey muttering to herself that this had been one of his best moons yet. After the past two weeks, Remus had thought he’d tear himself to pieces, that he’d take out his frustrations, heartaches, rage on himself, and a whole new set of scars would map his body, crisscrossing and intertwining as the brain cell web in his brain, the one he hasn’t used very much lately.
His right leg pains him a bit as he walks, but he swallows the discomfort down and keep smiling at people, walking ahead. He’s just outside the Charms classroom when he decides he’s just not up for classes, Flitwick’s squeaky voice drilling into his head as he leans his forehead on the cool wood of the door. He goes back to the Common Room, and the parchment plane (now folded up as a plain square, better for hiding, but the original folds are still there, waiting to be reanimated again) crunches a little as he lays on one of the comfy couches, sighing tiredly into one of the scarlet cushions.
Sleep tricks him into a nap, and he dreams of the time his father had taught him to skate on the thin ice of a lake somewhat close home. The frozen water had been pure white, and Remus had imagined the deep orange fishes frozen as they had been swimming. Dad had laughed at that, but Remus had kept trying to find a spot of color under the ice.
This time, he has a smile on his face when he wakes up.
---
He drags Sirius behind an empty niche covered by a tapestry the moment he sees him, and his pulse becomes erratic under his fingertips. Remus can barely see the outline of Sirius’ face in the darkness, and the tapestry makes the place smell of dust and age. This is their home, feeling warm and inviting, and they both try to keep the thoughts of a completely different castle at bay.
Sirius is being kissed before he knows it, and Remus’ stomach jumps, and tingles, and burns in all kind of ways he’s not sure are completely healthy, but then Sirius is putting a forearm around his neck, and every single hair on his body stands on end. He pants against Sirius’ mouth, learning his contours with curious hands that just don’t seem to stay put as they should, teasing through coarse fabric, slipping inside to make goose bumps painted paths.
“I do, too,” Remus breaths out with some difficulty, face and body Gryffindor (friendship) red. Sirius blinks, looking mildly confused, and Remus kisses it away. “Your question from yesterday.” then Sirius remembers, and both of his hands move to cup Remus’ face between them, shoulders hunched in the most vulnerable and beautiful expression Remus has ever seen on his face. Sirius kisses him sweetly, and a second later he licks a path just under Remus’ ear. He breaths on it, warm and cold at the same time, and Remus’ spine arches in soundless pleasure.
Remus closes his eyes, and wonders how he could have ever thought it hard to be in love with Sirius Black.
---
“I have a surprise for you,” Lily says to him a while later, and makes a sign for him to follow. “You guys too.” the rest of the Marauders look between each other in confusion, but they all comply with her, more out of shock than anything. She leads them through the snowy grounds, an imitation of their nightmare-ish night that can’t help but make Remus shudder. She goes inside the forest, but they haven’t walked that much when they get to a tiny clearing, a thick blanket laying on the frozen earth.
“Ta-da!” says Lily cheerily, moving her arms towards the blanket as if she were trying to sell a car. The boys say nothing, and she purses her lips before speaking again. “I thought a picnic would cheer you up, if you’re feeling up to it, of course.” her last words are filled with concern, and an anxious shade settles on her green eyes. From the corner of his eyes, he can see James staring at her adoringly, as if just couldn’t believe his luck.
Peter still looks confused, and Sirius looks as if he might start to laugh, so Remus smiles quickly at her. “Of course, Lily. This was so thoughtful of you.”
She waves it aside. “It’s nothing, I just wanted to- Potter! STOP IT!” James stops guiltily as he raids the small basket Lily had hidden behind a tree. Remus laughs. Laughs so much, actually, at the absurdness of it all that everyone starts casting worrying glances at him. His throat isn’t used to the sound anymore, and it carries a pang of hurt behind, like everything else at life does. He falls to the blanket, still holding his stomach from the mirth and happiness blooming there. The rest of them give him funny looks, but end up laughing themselves, and they all lay on the blanket with him, enjoying the mere company.
“So, want to tell us what you and Sirius were up to when you disappeared after lunch?” asks Peter slyly with mischief in his eyes, and Sirius swats him in distress.
“Oh, shut it, Wormtail.” for Remus’ extreme pleasure, Sirius has turned red to the roots of his hair, and Remus does too when the ghost of exploring hands crosses across his chest. There’s more laughter, and intimate questions, and even Lily seems to find the merciless interrogatory fun.
“I’d love to see you all transformed, you know?” says Lily after a while, and she forces them to promise they’ll let her see. James turns on his supposedly charming personality, and ends up with a pinch to the cheek. They spend hours in there, missing the afternoon classes and not caring at all.
In the end, they just lay there, looking up. The sky looks almost white against the dark, crooked branches, mist clinging to the air in swirly dream-like clouds that surround Remus’ senses like a warm blanket, filling his lungs with the bittersweet oxygen of life.
The future looms black ahead, torn at the edges; but Remus stares at the sky instead of wondering, Sirius’ hand in his, friends laying by his side, and enjoys the white sky, white moment, white little lie.
Remus sighs, and for a second, all of the anguish biting at his bones goes away with his breath.
THE END
chipper
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