Boxed Light and Written Porridge

Eek.

2008-09-20T12:17:31Z

About to head off to Orientation and beginning of college. Egads. I feel like Kiki from Kiki's delivery service: "On her thirteenth birthday, every witch has to train a year away from home..." :P
Wish me luck!
<3!

Wish me luck, as you wave me good bye!
Cheerio, here I go, on my way!
Wish me luck as you kiss me good bye!
Not a tear, but a cheer, make it gay!

Eeeek.

2008-09-16T11:27:59Z

Alrighty, serious need of constructive criticism peoples. I've never written House before, but I've gotten so bloody addicted these past few days, I can't help myself. I need to watch more House before I can write more. House's snark and Snape's snark are entirely different matters, writing-wise. Humbug. Anyway, at least I've finally written something.

Title: Untitled
Length: Double drabble exactly
Rating: G
Summary: Comfort. Yay!
Cut isn't working, so I'm just gonna post it here.

The first clue was that Wilson just used his damn key, instead of knocking. The second was that he was not a little drunk.

House twisted to look over the back of the couch at his best friend. Wilson looked exhausted, the bags under his eyes, the set of his lips, the pained set of his shoulders— all Wilson-speak for the kind of day when nothing goes right, when he’s spent hours being shouted at by patients in denial, sentencing small children to death.

House stops, the snarky comment dying unsaid on his tongue. Instead, he gestures to the box on the coffee table.

“Pizza?”

Wilson looks at it blankly, then nods, slumping down on the couch next to him, brushing shoulders.

They sink into the white noise of the soap on TV and Wilson quietly leans his head on House’s shoulder. House, putting in all the appearance of not noticing, glances down at the man on his shoulder. The furrows around his eyebrows are slowly uncreasing and the tension in his spine is draining. He casually rests his head on Wilson’s, not really watching the outcome of Monique’s torrid affair anymore.

It’ll be okay, he thinks. It always is.

Much love!

boxed_light @ 2008-04-26T00:44:00

2008-04-26T07:50:01Z

Tabletop at the Snape-Lupin household:

Severus' To Do List, as edited by Remus:

Much love.

Update!

2008-04-24T03:00:28Z

Woot more fanfiction. I finally fell prey to the charms of Draco Harry and have not been able to even think about these two for at least a week or more. Ah the hotness... :)

Title: Untitled
Word Count: 100 x 2 ish
Rating: PG-13
Challenge: Detention
Characters: Remus/Severus and mentions of possible Remus/Sirius. Not necessarily though.
Authors Notes: Wahoo. Prelude to smut again.

“I can’t believe I even have some of this stuff anymore…” muttered Remus, digging through the box of his old things that had been unearthed at Sirius’ old flat. It had been quiet, clean, and empty there. No ghosts lingered there for him, real or metaphorical. Not with Severus there.

“You kept this?” asked Severus quirking an eyebrow as he pulled a long piece of red-gold fabric from the depths of the battered box.

Remus grinned sheepishly at the sight of his old school tie.
“I’m a packrat…” he confessed, laughing as Severus looped it around his neck, beginning to tie it.

Then, Severus looked up, a smirk on his lips, meeting Remus’ eyes with an intensity that took Remus’ breath away.

Severus pulled hard at the tie, jerking Remus forward sharply closer to him.

“Detention, Mr. Lupin…” Severus purred their faces inches away and his long fingers still grasping the tie like a leash. He smirked even wider. “… for overblown Gryffindor sentimentality.”

Heart in his throat, and blood rushing the completely opposite direction, Remus strained a little on the lead around his neck, gaining him another sharp pull that sent desire spiking through him.
“Yes, Professor…” He breathed. Severus smiled.

Much love.

UPDATE! Yes the Caps are necessary.

2008-04-14T05:33:07Z

Egads. I wrote so much fiction last week its nuts. But here we are! I'll probably write something else tonight, but this is last weeks catch. I didn't win, but I at least made a solid effort. Some of these are quite good, and one or two of them are either crack or terrible, but hey, had to try.

Title: Unfair
Word Count: 100
Rating: G
Challenge: Lupin vs. Snape
Characters: Remus/Severus
Authors Notes: Who would have thought Remus was the more jaded of the two?

Severus was angrier than Remus was about the whole thing. He’d insisted upon going with Remus, if only to glare at the receptionist at the Registry and Management of Dark Creatures office.

Remus had only smiled that infuriating surface smile of his at Severus' indignation and explained that as alpha of the local pack, it made sense for the Ministry to accuse him first.

Severus snorted, but said nothing, merely striding forward as the elevator opened on the appropriate floor.
It was unfair and they both knew it. He just wished Remus was still naïve enough to be angry along with him.

Title: Let Them.
Word Count: 100
Rating: G
Challenge: Lupin vs. Snape
Characters: Remus/Severus
Authors Notes: Continuance from "Unfair" above.

It was only as they started to make their way down the long hallway that Severus realized why Remus wasn’t angry. He was focused on a more pressing emotion: fear.

Every face was focused on Remus, every gaze full of disgust and hatred. Remus held his head high. His only reaction was a barely-noticeable tremor, running through his body like a current.

Severus, not usually prone to public displays, reached forward to squeeze Remus’ hand. He glared at the crowd. Remus smiled at him and he felt his heart give a leap.

Let them stare, he thought as they strode forward together.

Title: A Serious Question
Word Count: 100
Rating: G
Challenge: Lupin vs. Snape
Characters: Remus/Severus
Authors Notes: Thanks to</a></font></b></a>drachenmina who mentioned Jane Austen and Severus within a single drabble and got me thinking... :P

“Well?” Remus asked impatiently.

Severus calmly finished his page and set the heavy book gingerly on the table in their living room. His face was composed as he turned to Remus and delivered his verdict.

“I can safely say, without a trace of doubt…” he paused, searching for the right amount of vehemence. “That even after an hour of this… book… especially after an hour of this book, that I absolutely, entirely, and completely abhor Jane Austen.”

Remus sighed and looked at Pride and Predjudice forlornly.

Severus paused.

“Would you leave me if I burned the thing?”

“Severus!”

“Just checking.”

Severus: Wolf-Baiting
Title: Wolf-Baiting
Word Count: 106. Damn.
Rating: G
Challenge: Lupin vs. Snape
Characters: Remus/Severus
Authors Notes: Severus's favorite hobby. Why else would they still be together? ^_~

Severus watched Remus pulled the disc from the black contraption, and smiled. Remus, who wasn’t looking, missed the warning of his imminent doom.

“I didn’t know your preferences lay in that direction…”

Remus sat up, looking amused, slightly indignant and scandalized.

“Just because I like Priscilla Queen of the Desert doesn’t mean I’d want to wear a-“

“No…” said Severus, making sure he sounded absolutely indifferent. “It wouldn’t suit you.”

He paused for effect before continuing. “Of course, with my legs, heels and a skirt wouldn’t be such a terrible idea…”

He watched Remus process the image. It looked painful.

Severus smirked. Severus, One; Wolf, Zero.

Title: That's the Idea
Word Count: 100
Rating:PG-13 for a bit of cursing and obvious prelude to smut. Hooray!
Challenge: Lupin vs. Snape
Characters: Remus/Severus
Authors Notes: I've been using my playlist on shuffle as prompts- tis working! ^_^

“Severus…”

Severus ignored him and pretended to be asleep.

“Severus, I have to get up.”

“No you do not have to get up Lupin.”

“I have work.”

“No you don’t.” He draped himself more firmly over his lover’s torso.

“Severus!” Remus laughed, half irritated, half amused at the petulance in Severus’ voice.

Severus, still waking up, frowned. “Are you laughing at me?” He arched an eyebrow half-heartedly.

“No- well, yes. But I really do have to get—“ Severus heard Remus’ breath hitch as he slid his thigh firmly between his lover’s legs.

“Fuck…” Remus hissed. Severus smirked lazily.

“That’s the idea…”

Title: After the Moon
Word Count: 106 (Humbug.)
Rating: Gish.
Challenge: Snape vs. Lupin with the emphasis on Snape
Characters: Remus/Severus
Authors Notes: On a more serious note...

Severus likes to watch him sleep. Likes to feel the weight of him on his chest, sense the blood and warmth returning to his exhausted, pale frame as the sun rises above the tree line.

It’s these mornings after the moon, with Remus human and breathing softly in his arms that Severus clings to. One trial passed, another month to live.

He knows there will be a morning where the sunlight will feel cold. A morning when Remus’ soft breath will still and limbs will not untwist.

Severus tightens his arms around his sleeping lover.

Not today, he thinks, and allows himself to drift into sleep.

Title: Flattened
Word Count: 102
Rating: PG
Challenge: Severus vs. Remus, Sev's POV.
Characters: Remus/Severus
Authors Notes: Whoops, forgot to attatch the drabble...

Severus was toweling his hair dry when he felt the back of his neck prickle. He looked up sharply and had a fleeting glimpse of golden eyes inches from his face before he was flat on his back on the bathroom floor. Again.

Once he’d caught his breath (which was difficult, considering the way Remus was straddling him…) he managed a proper scowl.

“Goddamn it Remus!”

Remus smiled against Severus’ neck, his nose buried in Severus’ clean damp hair.

“But you smell so good…”

Severus rolled his eyes and made a note to switch to a different shampoo during the full moon.

Much love.

boxed_light @ 2008-04-02T23:03:00

2008-04-03T06:04:42Z

Woot! New drabbles.

Severus #1!
Title: Flattened
Word Count: 102
Rating: PG
Challenge: Severus vs. Remus, Sev's POV.
Characters: Remus/Severus
Authors Notes:

Once he’d caught his breath (which was difficult, considering the way Remus was straddling him…) he managed a proper scowl.

“Goddamn it Remus!”

Remus smiled against Severus’ neck, his nose buried in Severus’ clean damp hair.

“But you smell so good…”

Severus rolled his eyes and made a note to switch to a different shampoo during the full moon.

Title: After the Moon
Word Count: 106 (Humbug.)
Rating: Gish.
Challenge: Snape vs. Lupin with the emphasis on Snape
Characters: Remus/Severus
Authors Notes: On a more serious note...

Severus likes to watch him sleep. Likes to feel the weight of him on his chest, sense the blood and warmth returning to his exhausted, pale frame as the sun rises above the tree line.

It’s these mornings after the moon, with Remus human and breathing softly in his arms that Severus clings to. One trial passed, another month to live.

He knows there will be a morning where the sunlight will feel cold. A morning when Remus’ soft breath will still and limbs will not untwist.

Severus tightens his arms around his sleeping lover.

Not today, he thinks, and allows himself to drift into sleep.

Much love.

boxed_light @ 2008-03-27T02:00:00

2008-03-27T09:02:56Z

Title: Warming Up
Rating: G
Pairing(s)/character(s): Lupin/Snape sorta...
Challenge: </a></b></a>50scenes challege #02: Cold
Disclaimer: Not mine. I swear.
Notes: Fluff?

It was freezing; snow lay in drifts in the alley where Remus sat. Rubbing his hands together and he wondered if he chanced lighting a fire. Hidden in an alley like this there was little chance of being discovered by unfriendly eyes, and plenty of fuel lying about. It wouldn’t matter anyway if it got much colder- he’d die of exposure before you could say ‘Avada Kedavra’. Besides, any Deatheater would take him to be just another homeless vagrant.

Which, he thought grimly as he collected scraps of newspaper, was exactly what he was these days.

He glanced up at the waxing moon. He had less than a week to find another place. If he survived that long. It was cold. He pulled out his wand, lit the paper with a murmured ‘Incendio’ and pulled his coat more tightly about him. Huddling as close to the fire as he dared, he drifted into a light slumber.

When he awoke a few hours later, it was to a cold dawn, stiff limbs and a wand tip barely an inch from his nose. He hissed his surprise, jerking his head back and cracking it against the icy bricks behind him.

There was a pause, then a familiar voice spoke.

“Lupin?”

Remus looked up to see an imperiously incredulous Severus Snape.

“Severus, what a—“ he winced as his joints cracked, “pleasant surpise…” He brushed snow off of his shoulders.

Severus was not amused.

“Idiotic Gryffindor!” He hissed. “Sprawled in the open, totally defenseless-“

“Oh yes, I love risking my neck unnecessarily…” Remus had meant it to be sarcastic, but it came out as more of a snarl. This was not turning out to be a good morning.

Severus gave Remus one of his ‘death glares’, but it’s effectiveness was cut in half by Severus’ obvious exasperation.

“Get up,” he snapped, pulling Remus to unsteady feet before trudging back down the alley.

“Where are you going?” Remus asked, trying to work movement into his frozen hands.

Severus tossed him a disdainful look. “Where are we going you mean. To my house, where you will burn that clothing, take your potion and stop being generally pathetic.”

Remus looked up sharply, retort on the tip of his tongue before he realized what Severus had said. “You mean-“

Severus rolled his eyes. “Are you coming?” He said pointedly. It wasn’t really a question.

Remus smiled in the dawn light and hurried to catch up with Severus, desperate to be warm again.

Much love.

boxed_light @ 2008-03-27T00:53:00

2008-03-27T07:58:34Z

Woot, another scene! I really should start preparing for the snupin100 challenge next week, but I can't bring myself to. I don't know how well I'll do- I generally need prompts to write good drabbles- they're so short they need a definite focus because one has no time to wander to a conclusion. I'd really like to win though, but tis unlikely considering the veteran competition.... ah well. We shall see.

Title: Eucatastrophe
Rating: G
Pairing(s)/character(s): Lupin/Snape
Challenge: </a></b></a>50scenes challege #27: Dying
Disclaimer: Not mine. I swear.
Notes: Just drama. Enjoy!

Severus was not in the mood for this. Not in the mood to deal with over optimistic Gryffindors banging down his door and drowning him in tea. Not in the mood for cheerfully quiet werewolves and their cardigans and their spinelessness and insecurities. Not in the mood for piercing eyes or unexpected clarity or unwelcome revelations into his inner workings.

But one look at Remus, standing soaked on the doorstep of Spinners end, told him that none of those things were present.

Gone was the complacency and the hesitation. He stood tall and strong on the windswept threshold.

Remus looked at Severus hard, then spoke.

“I’m dying Severus.” Remus smiled slightly. “I’m dying and the only person I wanted to see was you.”

Severus froze. For the first time in his life he had no comeback, no sharp retort.

There was a long pause, then Severus stepped to the side.

“Come in. It’s freezing.” Remus stepped inside and Severus closed the door on the storm outside.

Much love.

boxed_light @ 2008-03-26T20:56:00

2008-03-27T03:58:57Z

The latest and greatest news of all: I'm going to University of Chicago next year! *insert victory dance here* I absolutely can't wait!

Here's some bizzareness in celebration.

Title: Made Up
Word Count: 100...and 3. Blast!
Rating: G
Challenge: Making Up
Characters: Remus/Severus and a very devious Victoire
Authors Notes: This is the first thing that jumped into my mind. I need to go watch Priscilla Queen of the Desert...

Impatient to escape the Weasley abode (Why he had agreed to accompany Remus to this blasted Christmas party was quite beyond him…), Severus searched the house for his errant husband.

“Miss Weasley, have you seen—“

He sputtered to a halt. Remus looked up at him, amused and bewildered. Eight-year-old Victoire beamed up at him, displaying her masterpiece.

Remus’ face was covered in makeup.

“See? He’s pretty now.”

Severus gazed down at his drag-queen of a husband for a moment, before speaking.

“Red really isn’t his color Miss Weasley. I would choose a lighter shade.”

Victoire saluted and Remus sighed in resignation.

Much love.

Random.... but spiffy.

2008-03-12T06:03:37Z

Life is awesome. I found out that at 15 of my fics have been rec'd by remus_news.

Woooooot! Life is AWESOME.
And people liked the birthday fic for Remus.
Reviews make my life, seriously.

Rambling again, just thoughts.
Also wondering whether I'm bi or just lesbian. I assumed bi because I was pretty sure I like guys, but now I'm not sure. I can't really tell, since I go to an all girls school at the moment, and rarely interact with men other than my teachers and relatives... So yeah. I probably am just bisexual without access to men. :P

That being said, now that I've sort of figured things out, I seem to have double the effectiveness of Gaydar. I've discovered three friends were either questioning, bi or lesbian in the past week alone. It's neat, and nice to know that I'm not the only one. Also, they are people that I can act totally freely with and talk about those things with.
And having someone like you and liking them back is absolutely intoxicating. Even though she's got a boyfriend, the flirting makes me feel like my heart is going to explode.
And another thing- I'm a supertaster so I have a very sensitive sense of taste and smell. As in, when the cafeteria bakes cookies, I can smell them all the way across campus, and the smell of expo markers makes me want to throw up. But I had no idea how vital smell was to attraction- She smells like citrus and heat and something totally indefinable and it's brilliant. Aya. Oh well. I'm having a lot of fun. Even more amusing is looking back and seeing all those moments where my sexuality asserted itself and I didn't notice or thought it was normal. I think I didn't notice for so long because 1. My family and friends are really chill about that sort of thing, and 2. I go to an all girls school, so we're all pretty touchy-feely all around. *shrug* Nonetheless, it's funny. ^_^

Back to Horace. I miss Catullus, but I'm slowly developing my relationship with Horace from a dislike to a love-hate thing. It works. Whatever.
Much love.

Addendum!

2008-03-11T08:17:43Z

More Snupin in Honor of Remus' birthday. I also wanted to write some fluff before bed- that first promt was good but slightly unsettling.

Title: Apples
Rating: G
Pairing: Severus/Remus, living together, established relationship
Challege: 50scenes challege #39: Apple
Notes: Fluff. Yay!

“For you.”

Remus gave Severus a ridiculous melodramatic bow and produced from his pocket… an apple.

Severus schooled his features away from bemusement into cool sarcasm.

“An Apple? This is your brilliant gift?”

“Ah, but it’s not ordinary apple. It’s the best apple ever to be created by man.”

“Or werewolf.”

“Or werewolf,” Remus acknowledged.

Severus paused, apple half way to his lips.

“So help me Lupin if you have done anything to this apple that your delinquent friends would have approved of, I’ll…”

Remus grinned. “What? You’ll what?” At Severus’ exasperated but skeptical look, he smiled. “James and Sirius would be thoroughly disappointed in that apple. Just magic and love.”

Satisfied, although slightly ruffled by the sentimentality of the last comment, Severus took a bite. And another bite. And another.

Remus watched Severus savor the apple, amused at his attempt to be dignified with juice on his chin. Remus reached forward and wiped a morsel off of Severus’ chin with an amused smile. He knew the garden had been a good idea.

Severus contemplated rebuffing him, but opted to continue eating. It really was a very good apple.

Much love.

Happy Birthday Remus!

2008-03-11T07:58:57Z

Slightly late. Only by about an hour. ^_^ I have TWO things. Muahaha. The first is a birthday-fic for my beloved Remmy, and the second is the first prompt I tried for 50scenes. It's a little surreal, but I kind of like it. This particular prompt was why I chose the table I did.
Anywho, here we are.

Title: Thwarted Irony
Rating: G? PG?
Pairing(s)/character(s): Lupin, Snape
Challenge: Remus' birthday? Not really.
Disclaimer: Not mine. I swear.
Notes: Sulky Remus. ^_^ Happy Birthday Remmy! We love you!!

Remus was determined to have some fun on his birthday, but the irony gods did not seem in his favor.

It was one of those dreary days where the weather could not make up its mind, and settled for making everyone gloomy. It had been a full moon the night before and Remus still felt like shit, and, to top it all off, he’d been coerced into covering Care of Magical Creatures by a very ill Hagrid, who had quite obviously forgotten that although he was probably the only other teacher that could manage the “forceful handleing” necessary for Abraxan Palominos, horses and wolves of any kind simply did not mix, especially horses that could pull half of Beauxbatons academy through the air in a carriage. He’d had to spend over an hour trying to stop students from being trampled.

Even worse, he’d accidentally caught sight of himself in a suit of armor, so now he not only felt like he’d been drawn and quartered but knew he looked it too, which somehow made the whole business that much worse.

Trudging into his office and narrowly avoiding knocking over an empty cage, he flopped into an armchair before promptly leaping up again.

Settled on the seat was a (now slightly-squashed) package wrapped in brown paper. Picking it up curiously, Remus sat again and pulled open the wrapping. Inside were a book of Oscar Wilde and a bar of chocolate.

Remus was stunned. A birthday present? But no one knew- how could? And such an apt one at that…

Poking out of the top of the book was a small note. Remus pulled it out to read it.

“Remus- This is not a birthday present, but an attempt to get you and your teenage sulkiness out from under my feet. If I see you moping about the castle like a little girl again I will not be responsible for my actions.

-Severus Snape”

Remus blinked, and started to laugh. He laughed and laughed until the mud caked on his boots and the exhaustion in his bones didn’t seem to matter anymore. He kicked off his shoes and tossed his cloak over his desk, settling in for what had unexpectedly become a lovely birthday evening.

He would, of course, have to apologize for his terribly juvenile behavior. He grinned, flipping through the collection of short stories and plays until he found The Importance of Being Earnest, and made mental note to investigate Severus’ literary preferences at a later date. And to inquire in his most Sirius tone, what actions precisely Severus had in mind.

“Trust Severus to thwart irony,” he thought, and began to read.

Title: Birthmark
Rating: PG-13, or light R depending on your point of view.
Pairing(s)/character(s): Lupin/Snape
Challenge: 50scenes challege #06: Birthmark
Disclaimer: Not mine. I swear.
Notes: Biting, lycanthropy and Severus being posessive in a bizzarely romantic way. The norm really. :P Was *supposed* to be a drabble, but it required a little more setup. And it didn't have to be a drabble persay, I'm just used to drabbling on cue.

Severus couldn’t help but stare.

“This is…?”

Remus nodded and smiled slightly.

“My birthmark. Rebirth-mark, really.” He laughed slightly as he tried to hide the flicker of fear he felt at Severus’ possible reaction.

Severus, for once, barely noticed the concealed reaction. His eyes were riveted on the circular pattern of sharp-toothed scars. They were uneven, jagged, and black, marring Remus’ beautiful shoulder, cutting across his left collarbone.

Carefully, Severus traced the jagged path with a finger tip, sending shivers up Remus’ spine. He glanced up at Remus’ hesitant face, then, more boldly, bent his head and pressed a soft kiss to his scarred shoulder.

Severus heard Remus’ quiet sigh of relief, felt the lean arms relax.

Severus smiled, then bit down hard in the center of the mark.

Remus had only enough time to utter a shocked gasp before Severus lifted his head and kissed him deeply, leaving him breathless.

Pulling back slightly, Severus smirked at a wide-eyed Remus.

“Just making a rebirth-mark of my own.”

Remus blinked, glancing at the angry red bite surrounded by his curse scar, and smiled.

”Rebirth indeed…” thought Remus, and he turned to kiss away the smirk still hovering on Severus’ lips.

Much love.

boxed_light @ 2008-03-09T11:15:00

2008-03-09T18:23:58Z

So I've decided to do one of the 50scenes challenges. I know, I'm nuts. But I really want to- if I make myself do a prompt a week it'll keep me writing. Even if for some unknown reason they don't accept my claim, I'll probably do it anyway- the prompts are too good to pass up!. ^_^ So here's the table!

50scenes Table 3: Harry Potter, Remus/Severus

TABLE THREE [3]

001.	Needles.	002.	Cold.	003.	Embryo.	004.	Paper.	005.	Chemical.
006.	Birthmark.	007.	Gasoline.	008.	Avarice.	009.	Guarded.	010.	Writer's Choice.
011.	Effulgent.	012.	Mist.	013.	Friction.	014.	Passenger.	015.	Stop.
016.	Nocturnal.	017.	Decadence.	018.	Lotus.	019.	Rental.	020.	Writer's Choice.
021.	Subliminal.	022.	Turquoise.	023.	Radical.	024.	Androgyny.	025.	View.
026.	Here.	027.	Dying.	028.	Lullaby.	029.	Overdrive.	030.	Writer's Choice.
031.	Response.	032.	Withdraw.	033.	Note.	034.	Idea.	035.	Abyss.
036.	Fever.	037.	Insomnia.	038.	Raw.	039.	Apple.	040.	Writer's Choice.
041.	Kiss.	042.	No Return.	043.	Masked.	044.	Homeland.	045.	Paranoid.
046.	Medication.	047.	Special.	048.	Saturnine.	049.	Sacrifice.	050.	Writer's Choice.

Much love.

boxed_light @ 2008-03-05T19:13:00

2008-03-06T03:13:52Z

Title: Untitled
Word Count: 105
Rating: G
Challenge: Photo challege
Characters: Remus/Severus, mentions of Mrs. Lupin
Authors Notes: After Mrs. Lupin's death, Remus settles some affairs.

Severus took the box full of books and keepsakes Remus handed him and watched him lock up for the last time.

“Are you sure you want to sell it?”

Remus looked at his childhood home for a moment, tracing the worn and cracked paint of the number two with a fingertip. Then he smiled.

“Mum always liked our place better… there’s no sense in keeping it, really.” He nodded towards the west, where the small village gave way to a dark forest.

“And… I’d rather not be so close to the place where… well, you know.” he trailed off with a weak grin.

Severus understood.

Much love.

"Now that's what you call ironic..."

2008-03-02T06:26:55Z

"Now that's what you call ironic..."
This bit me literally ten minutes ago or less. I'm so glad, I was worried I would have to pass up such a great prompt!
Hooray for crazy plotbunnies.

Title: Unlikely
Word Count: 100
Rating: G
Challenge: The Weasleys
Characters: Remus/Severus, Teddy/Victoire

The ceremony was truly beautiful. The sky was miraculously clear, the grass was green and Remus had managed to get Severus into something other than black.

Teddy’s hair turned as pink as his face when Bill and Victoire made their way up the aisle. Victoire looked lovely in pale blue, smiling happily as her father returned to his seat.

As the ceremony began and everyone took their seats, Remus leaned over, squeezing Severus’ hand.

“I never thought I’d feel this old…” He whispered with a bemused smile.

Severus rolled his eyes. “I never thought I’d be related to the Weasleys.”

Much love.

boxed_light @ 2008-03-01T00:55:00

2008-03-01T08:58:26Z

Eeek! Woot, first chapter of my still untitled werewolf fic. Its not very edited yet, and I'm not sure its any good, but tell me what you think.

This whole fic takes place after Book 5. Warning, I may or may not take liberties with the canon plot (especially concerning time periods and deaths) that follows Book 5. So Sirius is dead. Alas.

~*~

Severus swept across the meadow, his robes barely skimming the muddy ground. Greyback’s subordinates had better not be late: he wanted to get this meeting over with as soon as possible. Luckily, Greyback didn’t seem in the mood to wait either: two stocky werewolves emerged from the edge of the woods, both shirtless. The older of the two had a lupine design chased over one tan shoulder and down his right arm. This one was apparently the senior of the two, for he stepped forward.

“Identify yourself.” He ordered sternly.

Severus sneered and did so, noting the younger wolf’s unease as he tried not to fidget.

The older wolf looked Severus over for a moment, then nodded in assent.

“Follow me.”

They filed into the trees, the younger wolf dropping back to take up the rear. Severus realized he was automatically plotting escape routes and shook his head slightly to clear it. One needed focus when walking into a den of thieves. Or savage werewolves. Either way, distractions were not an option.

The forest became thicker, and Severus had to make a concerted effort not to trip. The tattooed wolf in front of him showed no sign of weariness or difficulty. They wound deeper and deeper among the trees along an increasingly complex path. They were trying to disorient him, and it was working rather well. So much for trust among “allies”.

The suddenness with which they entered the clearing was blinding. The sun was bright in the west and he blinked to disperse the sparks from his vision. The scene that met his eyes was slightly unbelievable.

Hundreds of werewolves were settled in rundown shelters in a spiral within the giant clearing. His jibes at Lupin were closer to the truth than he realized- the settlement- if you could call it that- was in total disarray. Lean werewolf women and men glared their suspicion at him and grabbed their children by the scruff and hauled them out of the path as Severus walked slowly through the camp, accompanied by his two escorts. The children stared up at him through golden eyes; living in this manner at such a young age had made them more wolf than human. Other younger males and females were streaming in and out of the camp in small groups, hunting and scouting, only pausing long enough to purposefully ignore the intruder in their midst.

They were making their way towards a large round tent in the very heart of the clearing. Two guards stood watch at the white canvas entrance. The tattooed werewolf halted in front of the canvas.

“Alpha, Zev reporting. The envoy from the Dark Lord is with me.”

“Come” replied a harsh voice from behind the fabric.

Zev pulled back the flap and entered, Severus felt himself pushed inside by the younger wolf behind him. Shaking him off, he straightened to look face to face with Fenrir Greyback himself, self-proclaimed leader of the four clans of the Werewolves. He was everything others had said: huge, fearsome in a barbaric sort of way, blunt, and intimidating (to lesser men perhaps, Severus thought). He didn’t even flinch at the werewolf’s appearance or stained and sharpened teeth. No, the flicker of shock in his eyes was directed at the man standing at Greyback’s shoulder.

It was Remus.

Had it been anyone else, Severus would never have recognized him; he looked stronger, less pale than usual. He held his head high, with dignity that Severus only saw in few moments where his insults hit home. The conspicuous absence of his usual woolen armor made him even less recognizable, transformed from the quiet unremarkable man he usually seemed to be. It occurred to Severus in his brief moment of shock that Remus might dress that way because he wished to remain unnoticed, for he certainly wasn’t dressed that way now. Clad in sturdy well worn leather boots with loose dark pants tucked into them and a green sleeveless shirt, Remus looked… good. Like the leader of a militia. His arms were tanned and scarred and the edge of his bite scar was visible on his left shoulder.

Head high, Remus’ eyes settled on Severus with no outward sign of recognition. He merely shook his light brown hair out of his eyes and settled into an at ease position. Severus, grateful for the obvious excuse for his moment of uncertainty, almost instantly regained his composure as Greyback crossed his muscled arms and gave him a look that spoke of instant dislike. Lovely— as if this mission wasn’t complicated enough.

“As you know, Alpha,” Severus began, almost sneering at the title, “The Dark Lord has sent me to observe your progress.”

Greyback laughed. It wasn’t pleasant. “Of course. We have made the necessary preparations to ensure your… safety during your stay.” The sarcasm dripping from his voice didn’t do anything to change Severus’ expectations of his so-called “safety”.

Greyback paused. “Lupin will take you to your shelter.” Remus acknowledged the order silently and escorted Severus from the tent.

Remus pointed out a tent in the third ring of the spiral. “That one’s yours. Mine is two rings in, right there” he pointed, “if you need anything. I’ve warded a small house for you about a quarter mile west of here- you will stay there during full moon. You will be escorted to and from both places and are not to leave the encampment without full permission. Is that clear?” Remus’ voice was clipped and almost military.

Severus met his eyes. “Quite” he said, simultaneously projecting a thought into Remus’ mind, which was allowed after a moment’s resistance. We need to talk.

Remus nodded curtly and strode back towards the central tent. Severus watched him go, then surveyed his surroundings, taking in the stares and obvious resentment surrounding him. Grimly, he set about making his scrap of a tent livable as he braced himself for the next month to come.

I think I'm going to have to find a beta. I've had this idea for so long I want to make sure a. I'm not forgetting to explain anything b. it makes sense and c. is any good whatsoever. Editing is fantastically useful.
Much love.

boxed_light @ 2008-02-22T00:57:00

2008-02-22T08:59:16Z

Title: Comeuppance
Word Count: (100 x 3 give or take a few words.)
Rating: G
Challenge: Slughorn
Characters: Remus/Severus

Considering his role in the death of the Dark Lord, Severus felt that he was entitled to rather a lot of gratitude. A little groveling here and there. He supposed that was what the Ministry was doing, but this, he thought, looking around at the glimmering banners and hordes of people, was a bit much.

Severus had tucked himself firmly in a dark corner of the ridiculously garish Ministry fete in his honor (and, he noticed with a sneer, he didn’t seem to be missed). All around wizards and witches were carrying on as if the war had never happened.

An irritatingly smug voice floated over the crowd.

“Ah yes, Severus was always rather clever in my subject…”

Horace Slughorn could be heard musing to a group of enraptured onlookers. Severus twitched as the detestable man went on.

“Of course, he did need a bit of prompting in the right direction, which I was, of course, happy to provide.”

Another twitch.

“However, that temper of his is very unprofessional… I would be glad to—“

Severus was seriously contemplating homicide when Slughorn’s idiotic commentary sputtered to a stop. Severus stared as the man slowly turned purple, and then coughed up a flurry of petals.

Several people laughed. A few of Slughorn’s sycophants patted his back awkwardly as he attempted to regain his breath and his dignity. Severus looked at the flowers. Narcissus? He looked up once more, past Slughorn still coughing up stems, to see Remus Lupin slip his wand back in his pocket with a satisfied smirk. Remus caught Severus’ bewildered look and raised his glass in response.

‘Enjoy.’ he mouthed across the room, and, grinning, he downed his drink and left the scene of the crime.

Severus smirked, and returned to watching Slughorn choke on his metaphorical ego. Perhaps he could stay a while longer.

A/N: Narcissus is symbolic for Egotism. Not too hard to guess. :P

Much love.

woot for drabbles!

2008-02-08T07:00:31Z

Title: The Democratic Process
Word Count: (100 x 2)
Rating: G
Challenge: Fight
Characters: Remus/Severus
Authors Notes: This is somewhere in my as of yet unwritten werewolf fic, near the beginning before their relationship becomes overtly romantic.

The larger wolf was so fast Severus hardly saw him move, leaping at Remus with teeth bared. Remus was faster, already turning as the sharpened fingernails scored his bare shoulder. A hand shot out to grab one of the outstretched arms and Remus yanked the other werewolf over his head and slammed him into the dust, dropping to one knee to pin him, hands about his attacker’s throat. Remus’ face was twisted in a snarl, his eyes golden as adrenaline raced through his blood.

Everyone froze, watching. Some of the younger females looked frightened, although for whom, Severus couldn’t say.

The pinned werewolf glared up at Remus, his fingers digging into the dry soil.

There was silence for a moment. Then Remus spoke, his voice almost a bark. “Yield.”

Another moment. The beaten man relaxed and showed his palms to Remus.

The crowd sighed. Remus’ look calmed, and he stood, helping the other wolf up.

“I’m Beta here Ranulf. Not you.”

Ranulf nodded. Remus smiled slightly, the wolf fading from his face. “Off with you.”

Severus stared, somewhat stunned. Remus caught the look.

“Werewolf politics”, he said with a wry grin and strolled off like all this was perfectly normal.

Much love.

For Meg

2008-02-07T04:31:10Z

For you, since a. you're awesome, and b. I'm a sucker for these questionaires, ergo everyone else has to do them too!

1) Are you currently in a serious relationship?
A.
2) What was your dream growing up?
A.
3) What talent do you wish you had?
A.
4) If I bought you a drink what would it be?
A.
5) Favorite vegetable?
A.
6) What was the last book you read?
A.
7) What zodiac sign are you?
A.
8) Any Tattoos and/or Piercings? Explain where.
A.
9) Worst Habit?
A.
10) If you saw me walking down the street would you offer me a ride?
A.
11) What is your favorite sport?
A.
12) Do you have a Negative or Optimistic attitude?
A.
13) What would you do if you were stuck in an elevator with me?
A.
14) Worst thing to ever happen to you?
A.
15) Tell me one weird fact about you.
A.
16) Do you have any pets?
A.
17) What if i showed up at your house unexpectedly?
A.
18) What was your first impression of me? (hmmm...careful!)
A.
19) Do you think clowns are cute or scary?
A.
20) If you could change one thing about how you look, what would it be?
A.
21) Would you be my crime partner or my conscience?
A.
22) What color eyes do you have?
A.
23) Ever been arrested?
A.
24) Bottle or can soda?
A.
25) If you won $10,000 today, what would you do with it?
A.
27) What's your favorite place to hang at?
A.
28) Do you believe in ghosts?
A.
29) Favorite thing to do in your spare time?
A.
30) Do you swear a lot?
A.
31) Biggest pet peeve?
A.
32) In one word, how would you describe yourself?
A.
33) Do you believe/appreciate romance?
A.
35) Do you believe in God?
A.
36) Will you repost this so I can fill it out and do the same for you?
A.

boxed_light @ 2008-02-04T21:21:00

2008-02-05T05:25:04Z

And ANOTHER thing. Because I've watched so much bleach, I can't stop speaking japanese. it seems more natural than English right now, which is really annoying, because none of my family and only one of my friends speak it. I was talking to my mum on the phone while I was tired and I just started to talk in japanese. I'm *dreaming* in Japanese. Ayah! Heelp.

boxed_light @ 2008-01-18T00:52:00

2008-01-18T08:52:20Z

Title: "I can explain..."
Word Count: 104
Rating: G
Challenge: Mistakes
Characters: Remus/Severus
Authors Notes: Total sillyness.

Werewolf senses had some merits; the back of his neck began to prickle. Remus turned around and promptly froze in horror. Severus was standing in the doorway.

“Severus… Erm… I can explain this…”

One black eyebrow went up. Remus cringed a bit.

“You see, I was…” But he stopped.

He’d been caught. Red-handed. There was no hiding it. He couldn’t believe he’d forgotten to close the door…

Severus started to laugh and Remus wondered if his ears could catch fire.

“Oh shut up!” He muttered, relaxing the posture he’d been caught in and switching off the music.

Severus smirked in amusement. “Air-guitaring? Honestly Remus…”

Much love.

Box in the Attic

2008-01-16T03:24:45Z

"Here goes." She pries the box open, forcing apart the old boards.
He leans forward in suspense as the box struggles against the crowbar.
Then, it gives, cracking the wood and sending dust everywhere.
She sneezes loudly, sending another shower of dust to tremble in the sunlight, and she smiles sheepishly at him.
They laugh together and reach to pull off the broken lid.

boxed_light @ 2008-01-14T20:16:00

2008-01-15T04:23:24Z

And here's two other things I wrote recently. Heh.

Title: Pride
Nearly a double drabble- this was my alternate for the snupin100 pride challenge: the other one was much better but now that it's edited it's not half bad.

Pain made things simple. With silver burning in his chest, Remus’ world shrank to two feelings: agony and how to stop it.

So when he felt cold fingers brush blood-matted hair from his face, and a wide palm pressed against his own, trying to stop the blood, he didn’t flinch away. And when strong arms lifted him from the ground he didn’t try to claim he could walk on his own. Instead he reached out desperately, grasping the robes in front of him, now slick with his blood, and left his pride on the stained earth of the school grounds.

He’s exhausted, but his body refuses to sleep any longer. The blackness is fading, as is, miraculously, the pain. Remus wakes up in a clean white bed, swathed in bandages, to find his mysterious rescuer asleep in a chair by his side. He stares a moment, taking in his dark hair, the warm flickering shadows from the fire across his pale complexion, and the strange absence of a scowl on his sleeping face. A smile crosses Remus’ lips, and he decides that his pride can stay right where he left it, as long as Severus stays right where he is.

And here's a late thing I did for Sev's birthday recently. Very random and not fantastic, but not terrible. I'll post it and maybe work on it again someday. But hey, tis my journal, I can post whatever the heck I please. ^_^
Title: Birthday

Contrary to popular belief, Severus did not hate his birthday. Nor any other celebration for that matter. He honestly didn’t care. It was just the antics people got up to that drove him mad: The singing Valentines full of adolescent poetry between classes or Flitwicks egg-nog-soaked antics at Christmas or even that one terrible year that that idiot Lockheart had tried to stage a surprise birthday party in the staff room. (He shook his head, trying to dispel the memory of the terrifying sound of 30 magical kazoos.) No, celebrations were not for him.

But he couldn’t help feeling that grading essays on the uses of mandrake was not the best way to spend the day. (The students were getting more blockheaded every year…) But what else was there to do? It was freezing outside and it wasn’t as if there was anyone worth spending the day with. Perhaps he’d just shred the essays and finish up some research-

Severus looked up at the knock on his office door.

“Enter.”

The wolf poked his head through the door, looking remarkably healthy for once. Cheeks flushed from the cold and snow melting in his hair, Lupin smiled that damnable smile that made Severus’ heart do strange things for no apparent reason. (Damn, there it went again.)

“Did you want something Lupin?” he asked in his most disinterested voice, trying to look back at the papers and away from the smile.

“I thought you might want to go for a cup of coffee, if you’re not busy. Get out of the castle for the day.”

Severus paused, refusal on the tip of his tongue.

“Why not.”

Lupin blinked in surprise as Severus stood up and pushed in his chair.

Severus smirked slightly. “Well?”

Remus colored. “Right. Leaky Cauldron alright with you? I never could stand Puddifoots…”

“Must you babble Lupin?”

And as they walked out of his office and up the stairs, Lupin half laughing as he tried to defend his inane comments, Severus thought that, perhaps, birthdays weren’t really all that bad

Much love.

In the End

2008-01-15T04:14:51Z

I joined a community with a daily prompt and this is what came out. No idea what it is. Slippery thing, the mind.

In the end
the light upon the window panes
or the coffee stains
of endless nights and endless frames
of nostaligic photographs
reflects that restless anticipation
naive expectation, condemnation
in her eyes with fascination

an explanation
and an end.

Much love.

2008-01-09T06:32:18Z

I liiiivee! Finally I have more work. Well, just a double drabble, but something at least. I'm also thinking of starting to write about my original character, just for myself, so I don't need to worry about too much backstory. I figure if I write enough bits they'll come together and actually make sense to people besides me. At least, that's the idea.

This drabble needs some more editing but I like it.

Title: More
Word Count: 100 x 2
Rating: G
Challenge: Silence
Characters: Remus/Severus

The room was silent, still. The sun filtered through the white linen curtains, diffusing the room with a grey light, deepening the shadows. Severus waited in the silence. No snide remark crossed his mind, no mocking sneer passed his lips. There was no more time for that. No time for anything more, the silence reminded him. No more soft smiles, no more surprised laughter, no more chess when neither of them could sleep. No more wrenching feeling when he didn’t come back, no more waiting up, no more sighs of relief. Just silence— a gaping hole, a broken puzzle piece.

Severus couldn’t break the silence, couldn’t accept it. ‘There has to be more’ he thought; ‘There has to be more.’ He grasped the hand on the bed, resting his head on their twined fingers, each as cold as the other. Eyes closed, Severus pled with the silence for more— just one more moment..

And then, it broke. The most beautiful sound in the world: one breath. The whole world breathed as Severus looked up, not daring to hope. Amber eyes flickered open as the man took another slow breath through parched lips. Their eyes met.

“I love you.” Severus’ voice cracked from disuse. Remus smiled.

Much love.