Drabblishy Things
Some these weren't asked for. >_> One of these was supposed to have been from a loooong time ago, kabeyk so long ago you probably forgot allll about it and it isn't really what I had in mind at all, but I was, mind you, dipping my toe in the waters to test how deep they were and you know, the water is nice! I might have to strip and dive in. So watch out yeah. *nods threatingly/enticingly* <--might be scary! Nothing topped 300 and sazzlette yours might look tiny, but there is... moooore. I just... got beat up by the printer is all and I'm a little ashamed. *limps and displays multitudinous bandages*
Have a lovely week kiddies. I'm off to edit yaoi. ^__^
manraviel
Remus/Severus
The last was Fear, that is akin to Death;
He is Shame's friend, and always as Shame saith
Fear answers him again.
“Severus? What are you doing out here?”
Severus jerked back as Remus appeared, brushing snow out of his hair as he entered the charmed clearing. “I should ask you the same, Lupin. This is a forbidden area and I have permission. Do you?”
“Actually, no. I snuck out.”
Severus muttered under his breath and returned to the winter herbs he was harvesting.
“What was that?” Remus moved marginally closer.
“Nothing, werewolf. It was a full moon last night. Aren’t you weak? I could probably hex you wandless.”
“Mm. You probably could.” Remus’s voice was mild as if he wasn’t paying attention to what he was agreeing with.
“Go away, Lupin. I don’t need you breathing down my-” Severus stopped as a tentative hand rested lightly on his shoulder. He looked up. Remus was staring just beyond him, his face flushed and lower lip caught between his teeth. Severus suddenly felt nervous. “What do you want?”
“I never can get you alone,” Remus whispered.
“I wonder why.” Severus’s tone was dry.
Remus knelt in front of him. He looked terrified. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I keep trying to tell you.” Severus looked away. He felt Remus’s hands on him, wanted to push them away, but didn’t. “What can I do?”
Severus turned back, ignored the shaking in his stomach, and grabbed Remus’s arms. Remus’s soft gasp of surprise and fear didn’t stop him. One hand moved to his head and the other pulled him close. Remus felt slight against him, fearful, neither vicious nor Dark. He tasted shame and fear on Remus’s tongue; the only darkness coming from himself. Holding Remus tighter he tasted chocolate.
He pushed Remus back and whispered “Finite Incantatem.”
As he stood the snow in the clearing resumed and he left Remus where he knelt.
underlucius
Lucius/Regulus
Could you hurt me, sweet lips, though I hurt you?
Men touch them, and change in a trice
“Lucius?”
Lucius turned to Regulus. He ran a finger over Regulus’s hair, tweaking his ear indulgently. “Yes, my prince?”
“Mother says you’re marrying Narcissa.” Regulus’s face was stern, distaste marring his young sultry features.
“I am. She’s a Pureblood Witch and we hope to have a powerful family, such as your own.”
“I thought you liked me.”
Lucius’s eyebrows rose and his mouth hung open. After a moment’s breath, he wet his lips and laughed quietly. Hand on Regulus’s knee, he whispered, “You’re a bit young, aren’t you?” He caressed Regulus’s cheek. “Marriage is for Wizards and Witches.” He tapped his cheek twice. “I’ll explain when you’re older.”
“Explain now.”
“Regulus-”
Regulus leaned forward, one hand on Lucius’s knee, and stared into Lucius’s eyes. “You’ve always watched me, Lucius. Ever since you first met me I’ve felt you… watching.” He licked his lips and pressed them against Lucius’s, barely moving, wetly, softly, until Lucius opened his mouth, then Regulus pushed, mouth, tongue and body until they fell back tangled and tight against each other, pressing and hot.
“Regulus-Regulus, stop this.” Lucius pushed him away and sat up. His hand had a slight tremble.
Regulus pulled away and smiled.
kabeyk
James/Remus
To have shed life in fragments; yet
Could the close mouth catch breath and stir,
I might see something I forget
Remus and Harry often talked. One day, the subject was James Potter.
He related a tale of a Marauder prank and as he watched Harry’s grin and lit eyes, it slowly came back to him.
///
“Moony, you can’t avoid us, come on!” James tugged at his arm, but Remus sat resolutely on the bed.
“I don’t want to.”
“I know. Remus, he’s sorry.”
“I know.” Remus turned and muttered to himself.
James turned. “What?”
“I said it’s true.” Remus looked miserable. “What Snape said. About me,” he added unnecessarily. He looked up at James. “I am and I don’t want to go.”
James stared for a moment. “Really?”
“You think I’d joke about it?” Remus looked down and didn’t look back up until James sat beside him. When James touched his face, he couldn’t catch his breath or move away.
James smiled slowly at him. “You have a girl’s mouth.”
“What’s that supposed-”
James thumb rubbed his lip hard and Remus’s heart raced. “James?” James leaned forward and when their lips met Remus felt dizzy and sick and shivery and warm. James other hand came up and pushed him back.
“Prongs, wait, you-”
James, grinning, his eyes lit, just shook his head. “Gotcha, Moony.”
He kissed him again, pressing his fingers against Remus’s neck, his weight holding him down as their legs tangled on the bed. Remus murmured and James felt warm skin as he moved against Remus. Remus laughed and he joined in, but they didn’t stop.
///
“Professor?”
“I haven’t thought about James in so long. I shouldn’t be telling you about our pranks. Mind you don’t follow your father’s lead.”
Harry grinned and ducked his head. “Um.”
Remus nodded encouragingly.
“What about… Sirius Black?”
“I’m afraid I don’t remember much at all about him Harry, sorry.”
mackittenx
Remus/Sirius
Let me think yet a little, I do know
These things were sweet, but sweet such years ago
“That was a long time ago, Sirius. In more than years.”
“I know.”
“And I haven’t had the luxury of contemplating my feelings.” As soon as he said the word, Remus felt his stomach drop. Oh God, he’s going to hex my balls off.
Sirius arched an eyebrow. “Luxury?” he asked mildly.
“Oh, Sirius, I’m sorry, that’s not, I mean, I didn’t really… Oh God.”
Remus was nearly hiccupping his apology when Sirius put a hand on his shoulder. “Remus, we really haven’t the time for this. I’m sorry, you’re sorry, all right, that’s brilliant. Can we get to the part where we communicate about you and me?”
Remus nodded, somewhat wide-eyed. Sirius smiled. He looked more like the Remus he remembered from Hogwarts than he had since he’d seen him there last, that night when he’d snuck in and watched him in his classroom grading papers. Remus was sipping tea and gazing idly about the room, smiling here and there, sometimes fond, sometimes bittersweet. When he frowned, Sirius had held back a whimper and left.
“I think we should start with a kiss.” Before Remus could agree, object, or otherwise delay, Sirius ran his fingers along Remus cheeks and drew him close, kissing Remus like he’d dreamed about for the past thirteen years.
Remus, sitting rather primly on the sofa to begin with (he thought he was going to get away, Sirius suspected) wrapped both arms around Sirius. Sirius ran his tongue along Remus’s lips, ending part one of the kiss and pulled back for a breath’s pause.
Remus, lips wet, stared back at him. “Yes?”
“It was a long time ago, wasn’t it?”
“Whatever,” said Remus and bent his head to kiss him again.
Sirius laughed. “And you, Moony, you still taste like chocolate after all these years.”
sazzlette
Harry/Tom Riddle
Fierce midnights and famishing morrows,
And the loves that complete and control
All the joys of the flesh, all the sorrows
That wear out the soul
Harry woke himself up muttering and flicking his tongue. When he finally came to, thrashing about under his sheets, he sat up carefully. His heart was pounding and the room was quiet, but there was still a hiss, a thread of something in his ear.
He shook his head and rubbed his ear to his shoulder.
No, stop that. Stop.
It didn’t stop. He fell back to the bed, breath catching and wide awake.
The voice in his head distorted and his eyes rolled back in his head. His saw beetle black eyes and felt a tightening around him…
Harry.
ceria_taliesin
Remus/Sirius
Love is not glad nor sorry, as I deem;
Labouring he dreams, and labours in the dream
Remus was dreaming again. He knew this nightmare inside and out, down to the last detail, like a favourite book gone wrong. He willed himself to wake, to pinch himself, struggled to move: anything to destroy the fabric of the dream…
He begged Sirius to forgive him. You know what I am, you know, how could you-no, I’m sorry, it doesn’t matter, I’m to blame. Please, Sirius. Forgive me.
Sirius turned cold eyes to him, his face weary with pity, and shook his head. I’m sorry Remus, we can’t trust Dark Creatures. We can’t, can we James? What do you think Peter, do you feel safe?
Remus turned to them, still on his knees. No, Peter, James, I would never! This was an accident, it didn’t happen, you shouldn’t have… it’s not a joke, he finished weakly. This is serious…
Sirius.
Panting, Remus finally woke. He charmed an empty teacup and shook his head as he sipped the bitter weak tea. He hadn’t had that dream in years. It was light out.
If the dream was any indication, Sirius would arrive today.
Three days later, caught between guilt and giddiness, he still had a hard time looking Sirius in the eye. It was ridiculous, he felt, at his age, to be so torn.
Then Sirius shared his confused backwards dreams and they shared a bottle of Firewhiskey. Tongues loosened, Remus found his guilt slipping away and it was easier to touch Sirius and be touched by Sirius. Finally Sirius had Remus to touch.
In the end, there were no more dreams of things that never happened. And if one of them thought he dreamt that the other fell behind a curtain one warm afternoon, it’s only because they were playing hide and seek after too many sips of Firewhiskey.
Have a lovely week kiddies. I'm off to edit yaoi. ^__^
manraviel
Remus/Severus
The last was Fear, that is akin to Death;
He is Shame's friend, and always as Shame saith
Fear answers him again.
“Severus? What are you doing out here?”
Severus jerked back as Remus appeared, brushing snow out of his hair as he entered the charmed clearing. “I should ask you the same, Lupin. This is a forbidden area and I have permission. Do you?”
“Actually, no. I snuck out.”
Severus muttered under his breath and returned to the winter herbs he was harvesting.
“What was that?” Remus moved marginally closer.
“Nothing, werewolf. It was a full moon last night. Aren’t you weak? I could probably hex you wandless.”
“Mm. You probably could.” Remus’s voice was mild as if he wasn’t paying attention to what he was agreeing with.
“Go away, Lupin. I don’t need you breathing down my-” Severus stopped as a tentative hand rested lightly on his shoulder. He looked up. Remus was staring just beyond him, his face flushed and lower lip caught between his teeth. Severus suddenly felt nervous. “What do you want?”
“I never can get you alone,” Remus whispered.
“I wonder why.” Severus’s tone was dry.
Remus knelt in front of him. He looked terrified. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I keep trying to tell you.” Severus looked away. He felt Remus’s hands on him, wanted to push them away, but didn’t. “What can I do?”
Severus turned back, ignored the shaking in his stomach, and grabbed Remus’s arms. Remus’s soft gasp of surprise and fear didn’t stop him. One hand moved to his head and the other pulled him close. Remus felt slight against him, fearful, neither vicious nor Dark. He tasted shame and fear on Remus’s tongue; the only darkness coming from himself. Holding Remus tighter he tasted chocolate.
He pushed Remus back and whispered “Finite Incantatem.”
As he stood the snow in the clearing resumed and he left Remus where he knelt.
underlucius
Lucius/Regulus
Could you hurt me, sweet lips, though I hurt you?
Men touch them, and change in a trice
“Lucius?”
Lucius turned to Regulus. He ran a finger over Regulus’s hair, tweaking his ear indulgently. “Yes, my prince?”
“Mother says you’re marrying Narcissa.” Regulus’s face was stern, distaste marring his young sultry features.
“I am. She’s a Pureblood Witch and we hope to have a powerful family, such as your own.”
“I thought you liked me.”
Lucius’s eyebrows rose and his mouth hung open. After a moment’s breath, he wet his lips and laughed quietly. Hand on Regulus’s knee, he whispered, “You’re a bit young, aren’t you?” He caressed Regulus’s cheek. “Marriage is for Wizards and Witches.” He tapped his cheek twice. “I’ll explain when you’re older.”
“Explain now.”
“Regulus-”
Regulus leaned forward, one hand on Lucius’s knee, and stared into Lucius’s eyes. “You’ve always watched me, Lucius. Ever since you first met me I’ve felt you… watching.” He licked his lips and pressed them against Lucius’s, barely moving, wetly, softly, until Lucius opened his mouth, then Regulus pushed, mouth, tongue and body until they fell back tangled and tight against each other, pressing and hot.
“Regulus-Regulus, stop this.” Lucius pushed him away and sat up. His hand had a slight tremble.
Regulus pulled away and smiled.
kabeyk
James/Remus
To have shed life in fragments; yet
Could the close mouth catch breath and stir,
I might see something I forget
Remus and Harry often talked. One day, the subject was James Potter.
He related a tale of a Marauder prank and as he watched Harry’s grin and lit eyes, it slowly came back to him.
///
“Moony, you can’t avoid us, come on!” James tugged at his arm, but Remus sat resolutely on the bed.
“I don’t want to.”
“I know. Remus, he’s sorry.”
“I know.” Remus turned and muttered to himself.
James turned. “What?”
“I said it’s true.” Remus looked miserable. “What Snape said. About me,” he added unnecessarily. He looked up at James. “I am and I don’t want to go.”
James stared for a moment. “Really?”
“You think I’d joke about it?” Remus looked down and didn’t look back up until James sat beside him. When James touched his face, he couldn’t catch his breath or move away.
James smiled slowly at him. “You have a girl’s mouth.”
“What’s that supposed-”
James thumb rubbed his lip hard and Remus’s heart raced. “James?” James leaned forward and when their lips met Remus felt dizzy and sick and shivery and warm. James other hand came up and pushed him back.
“Prongs, wait, you-”
James, grinning, his eyes lit, just shook his head. “Gotcha, Moony.”
He kissed him again, pressing his fingers against Remus’s neck, his weight holding him down as their legs tangled on the bed. Remus murmured and James felt warm skin as he moved against Remus. Remus laughed and he joined in, but they didn’t stop.
///
“Professor?”
“I haven’t thought about James in so long. I shouldn’t be telling you about our pranks. Mind you don’t follow your father’s lead.”
Harry grinned and ducked his head. “Um.”
Remus nodded encouragingly.
“What about… Sirius Black?”
“I’m afraid I don’t remember much at all about him Harry, sorry.”
mackittenx
Remus/Sirius
Let me think yet a little, I do know
These things were sweet, but sweet such years ago
“That was a long time ago, Sirius. In more than years.”
“I know.”
“And I haven’t had the luxury of contemplating my feelings.” As soon as he said the word, Remus felt his stomach drop. Oh God, he’s going to hex my balls off.
Sirius arched an eyebrow. “Luxury?” he asked mildly.
“Oh, Sirius, I’m sorry, that’s not, I mean, I didn’t really… Oh God.”
Remus was nearly hiccupping his apology when Sirius put a hand on his shoulder. “Remus, we really haven’t the time for this. I’m sorry, you’re sorry, all right, that’s brilliant. Can we get to the part where we communicate about you and me?”
Remus nodded, somewhat wide-eyed. Sirius smiled. He looked more like the Remus he remembered from Hogwarts than he had since he’d seen him there last, that night when he’d snuck in and watched him in his classroom grading papers. Remus was sipping tea and gazing idly about the room, smiling here and there, sometimes fond, sometimes bittersweet. When he frowned, Sirius had held back a whimper and left.
“I think we should start with a kiss.” Before Remus could agree, object, or otherwise delay, Sirius ran his fingers along Remus cheeks and drew him close, kissing Remus like he’d dreamed about for the past thirteen years.
Remus, sitting rather primly on the sofa to begin with (he thought he was going to get away, Sirius suspected) wrapped both arms around Sirius. Sirius ran his tongue along Remus’s lips, ending part one of the kiss and pulled back for a breath’s pause.
Remus, lips wet, stared back at him. “Yes?”
“It was a long time ago, wasn’t it?”
“Whatever,” said Remus and bent his head to kiss him again.
Sirius laughed. “And you, Moony, you still taste like chocolate after all these years.”
sazzlette
Harry/Tom Riddle
Fierce midnights and famishing morrows,
And the loves that complete and control
All the joys of the flesh, all the sorrows
That wear out the soul
Harry woke himself up muttering and flicking his tongue. When he finally came to, thrashing about under his sheets, he sat up carefully. His heart was pounding and the room was quiet, but there was still a hiss, a thread of something in his ear.
He shook his head and rubbed his ear to his shoulder.
No, stop that. Stop.
It didn’t stop. He fell back to the bed, breath catching and wide awake.
The voice in his head distorted and his eyes rolled back in his head. His saw beetle black eyes and felt a tightening around him…
Harry.
ceria_taliesin
Remus/Sirius
Love is not glad nor sorry, as I deem;
Labouring he dreams, and labours in the dream
Remus was dreaming again. He knew this nightmare inside and out, down to the last detail, like a favourite book gone wrong. He willed himself to wake, to pinch himself, struggled to move: anything to destroy the fabric of the dream…
He begged Sirius to forgive him. You know what I am, you know, how could you-no, I’m sorry, it doesn’t matter, I’m to blame. Please, Sirius. Forgive me.
Sirius turned cold eyes to him, his face weary with pity, and shook his head. I’m sorry Remus, we can’t trust Dark Creatures. We can’t, can we James? What do you think Peter, do you feel safe?
Remus turned to them, still on his knees. No, Peter, James, I would never! This was an accident, it didn’t happen, you shouldn’t have… it’s not a joke, he finished weakly. This is serious…
Sirius.
Panting, Remus finally woke. He charmed an empty teacup and shook his head as he sipped the bitter weak tea. He hadn’t had that dream in years. It was light out.
If the dream was any indication, Sirius would arrive today.
Three days later, caught between guilt and giddiness, he still had a hard time looking Sirius in the eye. It was ridiculous, he felt, at his age, to be so torn.
Then Sirius shared his confused backwards dreams and they shared a bottle of Firewhiskey. Tongues loosened, Remus found his guilt slipping away and it was easier to touch Sirius and be touched by Sirius. Finally Sirius had Remus to touch.
In the end, there were no more dreams of things that never happened. And if one of them thought he dreamt that the other fell behind a curtain one warm afternoon, it’s only because they were playing hide and seek after too many sips of Firewhiskey.