#hcmlock ; sirius black
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ghcstrain · 2 years ago
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❝ i kinda like it when you talk to me the way you do . ❞ // 𝑴𝑼𝑺𝑰𝑪 ᶠᵒʳ ᵗʰᵉ 𝑺𝑶𝑼𝑳 // @hcmlock , sirius black
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"Degradingly?" Severus asked, brow raised and a wry smile well in place where rouge colored lips creased. Seeking clarification when such a thing came from thin air.
The battle has been long won on their part. Sat astride the last living Black heir's lap as they dabbed ointment where the skin beneath his jaw began to flake. Like a stray dog riddled with fleas, Severus has their work cut out for them. Easing baths out of this ungrateful mutt while simultaneously taking the lashes he delivered in retaliation.
Nimue best let them pass those golden gates or else. Not that they gave a rat's ass where their forsaken soul wound up. Severus would be more than happy with a Noble Peace Prize for the patience and self-restraint they've exercised. Never mind the stray hex or two --- dozen--- in-between rounds. Say nothing about how they've managed to wrangle him into a chair, tied by ropes enchanted by the finest witch of their age.
"I find it hardly surprising you'd harbor a degradation kink," they confessed, working their way down the length of Sirius' neck with a satin cloth drenched in the concoction he refused to drink.
"If only you were good at following commands," they mused aloud, boldly meeting eyes of starlight.
"Sit."
"Stay."
"Roll over."
They demonstrated. Each command firmer and steadier then the last.
"Obedience school failed you," Severus remarked, dabbing at a sore spot where the skin has turned sour in color.
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eglcntine-archived · 3 years ago
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@hcmlock​​ said:  ❝  if there are no dogs in heaven, then when i die i want to go where they went ❞ // Sirius Black [  QUOTES ABOUT DEATH PROMPTS ]
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If and when.
But no such words are spoken and no such clarification is offered. Severus does not deter this delusion where they aught to; where someone else would have felt the need to sprout poetic drivel about life and death. No wool is needed for eyes of starlight and Severus is not one to mince words.
And so they spoke, accompanied by the rivulet of water poured over unruly, wavy locks, split and fried at the ends.
“To frolic in a field of lilacs?” they asked, “Or would you rather spend all of the afterlife chasing your own tail?”
Humor tints their voice. It eases the edge coveting their conversation, and made room for emotions other than rage between them. Three weeks into the Summer and only now have they managed to coerced Sirius into a bath with some semblance of trust to care for his hair. Sirius’ appearance means little to them but it would mean more for anyone else, two names to come to mind.
One that visits far too frequently, and another who is all too delighted to hear the word “family.”
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“You are aware of what happens to dogs well past their prime, yes?” Severus mused aloud, running a comb through tangled strands, careful enough to refrain from nicking their own fingers but not enough to mind what irritation it may cause the other.
The aversion for a bath must come from the canine brain Sirius’ holds, a far better rationale to think of than the other; the years without and the lost of perception over one’s “self.”
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eglcntine-archived · 2 years ago
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❛ take me home, stranger. ❜ // @hcmlock​ , Sirius Black
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All dogs go to heaven; or so Severus has been told. Chest heaving where they stood, searching through the abyss with their own two eyes for confirmation of what everyone has deemed to be true. 
It can’t be.
Severus did not waste a summer rekindling a “dynamic” of some sorts for nothing. They did not pour their blood, sweat and tears into tending to a royal brat trapped in his worse nightmare, haunting the halls of a house old and ancient, dilapidated in every shape and way possible. Severus did not put their faith into something destined to never last just to be proven right. If Sirius wished to die so badly, then it would be at their own hands. 
The ministry is in shambles. Aurors walked the halls whereas Severus took to flight. A skill taught by their Lord, now used for their own benefit. From one room to the next they went, searching for where Sirius was last seen, down in the underbelly of laws both sacred and vile. Battles played out before their eyes, a canvas written in black, foreseeing and foretelling. Distinctly aware of all they can and cannot do.
These hands of theirs are tied and useless. These skills of theirs are wasted; put to use in a school where it goes underappreciated. An over glorified babysitter in everything but name. 
There---- The Department of Mysteries; how fitting. Sirius is most definitely an anomaly in and of itself and whatever this thing is they may have cultivated over one summer, by all means, is a mystery of its own. It never should have happened. A fine line crossed over a few duel practices and precious moments, vulnerable and raw where Severus should have known better than to concede to a ridiculous smile and nonchalant attitude. They’ve known him for years. Severus has seen and known Sirius at his worse. What makes it so different now?
Was it the moment of understanding? Privy to the scars on their back despite their ask for privacy. Was it the time spent and wasted on untangling a mop of hair both matted and infested, Sirius refusing to listen otherwise. Hours went into saving his hair, the pretentious brat. Or was it that moment of honesty? Both of them standing in front of the room belonging to someone they loved. 
Who’s to say?
Not Severus. Not Sirius, laying awake beneath a pile of rubble with that stupid fucking lazy grin on his face. Not the relief they feel at the first sign of life and a body with a name they could put to it. Not the first set of ridiculous words Sirius could come up with. All said without an ounce of regret, the smug bastard.
Not them who knew they would come looking. Not Sirius who know Severus could come looking.
“ Take me home, stranger. “
All dogs go to heaven, they say. Not this one. This one is too stubborn to die. This one always knows the right words to say at the right time. Never fails. Not even as Severus freed him from the rubble and decay, forgoing magic in favor of hoisting him up themself. One arm over their shoulder, with strength that only comes when it matters most.
“You look like shit,” they remarked softly, wry smile creasing wine stained lips. Be still their heart and the threat of tears welling at the corner of their eyes; ink threatening to tip over. Say nothing of it. Don’t acknowledge it.
Let it be small and buried beneath them; unspoken like everything else between them.
“Bastard.” ( Affectionately )
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eglcntine-archived · 3 years ago
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@hcmlock​ said:  ❛ I’d rather piss glass. ❜ // Sirius [ PITCH BLACK (2000) SENTENCE STARTERS ]
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“By all means,” said with the swept of their hand, gesturing for Sirius to deliver as he said he would. 
Who is Severus to challenge him? Here against their wishes, and only at the request of the master safe up high in his tower. Severus listens dutifully, they do not, however, go about this task as respectfully as one should. All too easily swept up by Sirius’ temper, their own anger fed with ease by a few choice words.
A vial remained shattered upon the floor, its contents soaking into the faded moldy rug. No point in restoring it with a flick of the wrist.
It’s contaminated.
And now simply a waste of Severus’ time and efforts.
“I’m sure it would improve your mood remarkably,” if not give him a reason to shut that goddamn trap!
“You can sit here and fight me tooth to nail,” another vial produced, hidden within their sleeve, now dangling between the two of them by their fingers, “Or, you could drink this potion and I could kick your ass appropriately.”
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They tsk’d, “Nobody likes an easy win, after all.”
Play by your strengths, as they would say. What would Sirius want most then to drag them through the mud, after all? Let them dangle temptation. Even with a potion or two down his gullet, Severus doubts he would be able to fight them with the finesse he once possessed.
In his current condition, Sirius would be no better than a mere child throwing a temper tantrum.
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eglcntine-archived · 2 years ago
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‘  finally  broke  down  and  admitted  you’re  in  love  with  me,  have  you  ?  ’ // @hcmlock​ , Sirius Black
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Let it be known that Severus Tobias Snape is not without strength. These hands of theirs --- worn and worked over; smooth and deceiving --- can curl into fists. They can be used for more than brewing potions, cooking and cleaning, reading and writing; foolish wand waving and crude gestures. Oh no, when it came to one Sirius Black, Severus finds that they can punch him square in the chest without a care for his fragile state of being. There are worse things Sirius have had to endure.
He can endure this too.
“You---” they faltered for a second, lips twisted together as they struggled to find the exact specific word needed to not only describe, but summarize Sirius in his entirety, “Bloody fool!”
Not quite right but it will do for now as they kept pounding at his chest, pushing Sirius back with their insistent onslaught. 
“What were you thinking!”
Don’t answer. Never answer. Severus could tell you exactly what it was Sirius was thinking and the answer is not at all! Why would he? Why would it ever occur to Sirius to think before he acts! It would be a goddamn miracle if he ever did!
“I should have you put down!” they threatened, scowling fiercely even as they finally stopped throwing their hands around.
“What if somebody saw you?”
They pinched him next, twisting the tender skin of a tatted up arm. For no particular reason, just for the sake of doing it.
“Hogsmeade of all places!”, hands up in the air, exacerbated by the whole ordeal, “When you know damn well McGonagall is on a bloody hunt for your head!”
How did he even get down here? A heavy suspicion reaffirmed at the back of their mind, if not for the fading footprints in the snow.
“i should turn you in,” they remarked with a huff, arms crossed and nose turned up as they put on airs. 
Why should they have to deal and put up with Sirius’ ill kept secrets? And why do they have to be the one Sirius chooses to unload these burdens upon? Inconsiderate, that’s what.
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eglcntine-archived · 2 years ago
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‘ the worst thing about somebody who betrays you, somebody who turns out to be a completely different person to whom you first thought, is the love that you still feel in your heart for them. ’ // @hcmlock​ , Remus Lupin
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It is as if presence alone is not enough to dissuade him. Remus Lupin still bares his soul despite Severus’ unspoken protests and lack of interest. Tucked into a corner of the Defense Against The Dark Arts office where they await the incoming change/ Only here out of a sense of politeness and at the request of the headmaster to ensure the first transition with poison in his veins is a success.
Wolfsbane is a monstrosity that could have only been made by a masochist themself. They do not hold any appreciation for what feels like unnecessary complications and misuse of the art of potion making. 
They could do better.
Or so Severus claims, quietly to themself.
The page is turned. A fraction of their attention spared for the other. Annoyance etched in ink shined their gaze upon Remus; tired looking, a man in rags like no other. The down curl of lips encased in rouge spoke volumes.
“How poetic,” Severus remarked, turning the page of their book once more. One could argue they were only playing at reading.
“Hold your love for him,” they said, drinking in ink on paper, “I will do what you can’t do.”
The book snapped shut. No longer of interest as they leaned against the wall, head tilted back and eyes closed. 
“You may think he has changed,” they began, “But I have known him for who he has always been.”
Sirius Black, and all the horrors he was and is capable of. Let them not forget and let not Remus for a second think Severus had sympathy of any kind to offer. 
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