The True Colors of Maradeur's Flag: Orange
June 30, 2025 at 4:54 PM
Notes:
Orange – Healing
James Potter/Sirius Black (or vice versa?), Remus Lupin, Peter Pettigrew
“Oh, fu… dge!” James immediately put his thumb in the mouth. Then he grimaced and spat dirt. “I hope that wasn’t shit…”
“You know what they say, Prongs. Hope in one hand and shit in the other… So, the question is which hand did you shit into?”
Peter shrieked with laughter, and even Remus smiled still trying to keep an appearance of a goodie-goodie who doesn’t find the jokes about shit even slightly amusing. Remus was a prefect, and therefore had an obligation to be a good boy.
“I hate you,” muttered James indistinctly, still cradling his thumb.
“Could I get some help here?” the professor asked, and Remus was the first to stand on his feet. Pettigrew followed, he needed all the help with the upcoming test he could have, and getting on the good-boy list of professor Sprout would surely help with this.
“What’s with your finger?” Sirius nodded at Potter’s hand.
“I don’t know. Could you have a closer look?” the bastard smiled and showed him the middle one.
“Ah, James Potter’s famous charm… the one that will leave you a virgin till you’re sixty,” nodded Sirius with an understanding smile.
“Well, out of all people you should know that’s a big fat lie,” James smirked, and Sirius didn’t find any words to reply. He took James’ hand and inspected the thumb. It started swelling. “I think I got stung…”
“A bee?”
“More like a wasp… they could go many times in a row. Just like…”
“Oh, for fuck’s sake, James… shut up,” Sirius rolled his eyes.
The greenhouse was filled with wet and heavy aromas of the tropical flowers that could not exist in Britain behind these glass walls. The magic maintained the proper temperature inside, hot, humid and intoxicating.
“Or else?”
Sirius didn’t respond. He leaned closer, put the swollen thumb in his mouth. It was almost funny: now his mouth was busy but it was James who finally lost his ability to speak. Sirius sucked.
James inaudibly whispered something very similar to “fuck” with his eyes wide-opened and as beautiful as ever. Sirius pushed with the tip of his tongue near the wound, pushed hard, and sucked again even harder.
The stinger left the wounded flesh…
Sirius Black let go of the thumb and spat.
“Sorry, mate. I don’t swallow,” he grinned like a big dog.
And that was another lie.
Notes:
They just flip a coin, you know?
