Slaughter
@wolfstarmicrofic - 100 words
They meet behind the slaughter houses, because no one will be looking there, a bunch of displaced and rebellious youths. “Here's what we do,” James starts, but Frank interrupts right away.
“Why would we even do anything. If they caught Sirius, he is most likely guilty.”
But that's not fair, and Remus chooses to remind them. “He might be reckless, but you know what? He'd be reckless for every single one of you. He wouldn't even ask if you are guilty or not.” For Remus he would be more than just reckless. Luckily he doesn't have to tell Frank.
I want to know mpre about Legion, please :)
Legion is my chance to spread my wings in French a bit. It's about an amnesiac Sirius joining the French Foreign Legion, and there will be a bit of French :)
Here is a little snippet :)
The hotel is comparably good, not of the “pay by hour” kind at least, and the woman who hands out the room key, an old-fashioned little ward-opener that looks like an actual key, is more the mothering kind. Jean likes it. He isn't sure he could say the same about the man who brought him here. There is a certain tension there, and Jean can't pinpoint the reason exactly. All he can tell that the woman throws dirty looks at him, right until Jean pays her in full, clearly to her surprise. She slips away quickly after, only vaguely pointing him in direction of the place where he is going to stay. Jean would very much like to get rid of the man as well, just so that he can finally rest, but that's not going to be easy, especially since he helped him out and thus deserves some politeness. “So...” He tries to figure out, what to say next that does not end with the guy getting wasted on his pocket, but before he can say anything more, the other speaks. “What are you doing here?” Jean frowns, not quite catching the edge of something. “Travelling?” “From where, to where? Why?” This is devolving so quickly. “Is this an interrogation? I thought I left that at customs.” “You... can't just... reappear and...” Finally it clicks. “I've been warned. You think I am someone else. I am not him. You hear me? I am not him.”
Rivalry
@wolfstarmicrofic - 131 words
Remus is not the person for personal vendetta, but James is, and so for weeks, months even, Remus has had to endure ever the same. “Sirius Black is so horrible. Sirius Black plays unfair. Sirius Black this, Sirius Black that. It almost makes him wish he never started playing chess together with James. But now is the time to finally see the evil in person, now that his health is better, and he can actually take part in one of the tournaments.
James is already hyped up, ready to point out that despicable being that irks him so, but by the time the most beautiful being on the planet walks into the room, wavy hair, suspiciously informal clothes, piercings and tattoos included, he really can't be bothered to pay attention anymore.
WIP Game
I take @fictionalsimp09 open tag and use it today :)
Rules: make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous and tag as many people as you have WIPs. People send an ask with the title that most intrigues them, then you post a snippet or tell them something about it!
- The watch takes everyone
- Dead Dove Omegaverse
- Legion
Not many, but the rest lie abandoned for now :)
I tag @theresthesnitch @missmoonfrost and @sliebman10
weaponized competence
Draft
@wolfstarmicrofic - 93 words
Remus is easily cold, and this draft is annoying. He tries everything. Moving his chair, putting a blanket in front of the window, it just won't go. The space always feels cold. It used to be nicer, warmer, when there was always a leather jacket hanging from the back of his chair. He banned it... after. Out of sheer desperation he brings it back. Hangs it. He feels guilty about it. It looks like Sirius, the traitor, the criminal, could walk in every second. But the draft is gone. Fate is mocking him.
Puck
@wolfstarmicrofic - 125 words
“I'm going to play 'Puck',” Remus announces proudly, and Sirius has to smile. Who would thought he'd end up with one of the theatre kids? Worse, the broken one, who needs a wheel chair more days than not? Mother will be livid.
“I thought you'd aim higher.”
“Like what?”
“Titania. Than I'd go and buy my place into Oberon.”
“That's a female role.”
Sirius grins. “And? You can play everything you put your mind to, and I'll act so garishly that you'll look heavenly in contrast.”
Remus pokes his side. “Liar. Life is so unfair, you know? Have you ever managed to fail in anything, even on purpose?”
Another grin breaks way. “Getting you to agree to a date. Twice.”
text the ex
The main story might have ended, but there are some gaps in the timeline that i'm determined to fill. Stay tuned!
BACKSTORY: Sirius was declared "missing in action" after his battle with Snape. He was smuggled back to the UK during the pandemic, which helped him to hide. He first went to Alphard's hunting cabin in the woods, occassionally sneaking in the big house for food and supplies. He learned about his mother passing from an official letter addressed to the big house, his last known address. As Walburga handled the Black family fortune before, Sirius was worried that his hideout would be compromised when they try to sort out the inheritance. Desperate and out of options, he travelled back to London and reached out to Remus by sending him a dinosaur emoji, the signal they had agreed to use in case of emergencies many years ago. He could only hope that Remus would show up at the Natural History Museum and help him. Luckily, he did.
Usual links & tags: my Bodyguard AU tag, part one masterpost, @goldenlionprince's AO3 collection, @neverenoughmarauders, @lovelymasks & @diamondmeadow!
Taunt
@wolfstarmicrofic - 117 words (and I am proud of this one)
Order meeting. Everyone thinks he is insane already. Molly, Shacklebolt, Fletcher. Maybe even Dumbledore. Snape taunts, trying to coax out another reaction that will make him look even worse. The man is a sucker for payback. Sirius has half a heart to give him that.
Remus' hand lands on his thigh under the table, reassuring, appeasing, gentle. “Not now.”
“Where am I supposed to put my frustration then?” he mouths, so low that it's not even a whisper. Remus hears it anyway and smiles. That man shouldn't look so seductively, neither of them is in any state for it, one thin like a bone, the other scraped like beach glass. Yet.
Sirius smiles back, Snape forgotten.
Vaccinate. Your. Kids.
RFK, Jr. is responsible for much unnecessary suffering and death--and so are those who nominated and confirmed him.
Lord Voldemort from The Theory of Transference written by @arrisha-ao3 Where's Voldemort's neck? Great question. Read the fic and find out :)
Summary: In 1998, Lord Voldemort won the war against the Muggles and transformed Great Britain into Britannia Magica. For questionable reasons, Harry Potter joined him. This memoir chronicles the early years of the Red Eye’s rise and the events that led to the formation of the empire known as the Luna Plena.
mama & papa
Penalty
@wolfstarmicrofic - 91 words
Sirius didn't get away with just a penalty, the rules were clear. No display of political statements or such on the ice. Rainbow flag and a kiss for his greatest fan in front of everyone was just a bit too much, he was out for the rest of the season. “Do you regret it?” Remus asked, still in disbelief that Sirius would stand by him, in front of everyone, no less.
“Nope.” Sirius grinned. “Gives me just more time to be with you.” That was one way to see it.
Expelliarmus
@wolfstarmicrofic - 73 words
“Expelliarmus,” little Harry shouts, and for the first time it doesn't work. This man, this criminal simply waves the spell away, then casts one of his own, and the volley flies towards Harry. For just a second Remus believes all the darkness they claim is true.
Then the light hits something past the little fellow, a Death Eater ready to attack, and suddenly he remembers how Sirius was, once. Maybe still is?