Late to the party as usual
Blame finals; I do. I spent all day yesterday working on a research proposal for one class and all evening finishing up a couple papers for one class and studying for two other finals. But now I'm done, so it's time to say, happy belated birthday, avendya! I hope this year turns out better than the last one did. ♥
Oh, and I've got somebody else who wanted to say happy birthday too.
And I don't have fic to share, exactly, but I've got...a teaser? Something. See, back when I wrote " Too Close to the Moon," I also got a prompt for a Doctor Who/Harry Potter/Supernatural crossover, something with Ten, Remus, and Sam, and I had this idea that involved Sam going after some HP-style werewolves shortly after "Heart," alone because Dean's gotten himself hurt, only Remus and the Doctor show up too because wizards have been involved and these werewolves are attempting to Do Things with time. So they angst together and manage to save the world. It would have been a sequel to "Too Close to the Moon," taking place post-Doomsday in the DW verse (well, between "The Runaway Bride" and S3, anyway) and during HBP in the HP verse, when Remus is with Greyback's pack and being dumb and noble about Tonks. I was sort of planning to write this at the same time as the other and turn in both for the fic exchange but definitely ran out of time, but I'm still hoping to get the thing written at some point.
Whatever the case, it's not even close to being done, but I've written the first bit--before Sam gets involved, I'm afraid. So enjoy this short fic teaser, and if I'm really doing well, maybe I'll get the rest done over the break. (Also, it's not Remus/Ten, 'cause I don't do slash, but if this first part reads a little bit that way I swear it's not my fault and that's not where I'm going with it. Really.)
Oh right. More explanations. Um, I guess this bit of personal canon, with Something Really Bad having happened at the last full moon, has to do with faeriemaiden's "The Wise and the Lovely" and somewhat fernwithy's Shades, although in Shades Remus ate part of a human another werewolf had killed; he completely freaked out when he transformed back and realized what he'd done, of course. I have this story planned where Greyback sets things up so Remus turns somebody, but I haven't written it yet. So I guess that's what those odd references are to.
The waxing moon hung pale in the sky. Remus didn’t need to look, study the infinitesimally small sliver of dark on one side showing it wasn’t full yet, to know; he felt it in the ache in his bones (so much deeper than the cold), the weight quietly accumulating in his mind, the knot tightening in his stomach until he thought he’d be sick.
No. Can’t be sick. Can’t be hungry going into the full moon, I might-
His gorge rose. He pushed back against the tree behind him until his spine ached, tilting his head back and pulling deep breaths to settle himself.
Greyback would want him soon. He’d have to go with on the hunt this time, no matter what they did-innocent run through the forest after game, or something worse-or Greyback would decide he needed to be knocked down a few more pegs. Stop thinking he was human.
Until last month, he’d never come out of a transformation with someone else’s blood in his mouth.
(Now he tasted it in his dreams every night, every night, only half the time it was Dora’s blood, and Greyback’s leer when he woke shaking was all too real.)
O dark dark dark. They all go into the dark
“Get over here, Lupin,” Greyback shouted from the clearing. The other male werewolves had already gathered there, clothing discarded, waiting for the moon.
Remus swallowed hard and dragged himself upright, his heart beginning a wild staccato in his ears. He made his way through the trees and silently took off his own clothes, fingers fumbling.
A feral joy already gleamed in Greyback’s eyes. “Didn’t think we’d let you transform all by your lonesome, did you?” He grinned, showing pointed teeth. “You’re family, you know, Lupin. You’re mine. But you won’t forget that after last time, will you?”
Remus stared back at him, felt the sudden shift as the moon pulled harder at his body. His stomach churned.
Greyback spread his arms wide, turning his face up to the sky as the light of the full moon flooded the clearing, and let his breath out in a howl that seemed to make the stars shiver-but no, that was the moon, the moon drawing Remus’ eyes upward, tearing at him-
Remus dropped to his knees, a vicious cramp in his midsection doubling him over and tearing through him. Silver light shredded his mind
and there is pain, pain everywhere, bones shattering and reforming, everything hurts, burning itch of fast-growing hair sprouting all over his body, eyes changing, senses sharpening, and then the wolf leaps upright into a run and everything else is forgotten. The pack sings to the moon around him, sings of blood and freedom, and he stretches out the stiffness in his legs as he runs. The Other is pressed tight to the back of his mind, no more than a tickle that he can ignore.
He scents prey, and it is exhilarating.
He peels off from the rest of the pack, striking out on his own hunt; Alpha doesn’t stop him. The cringing Other starts to relax.
The wind shivers through the trees and bushes around him, joining the tapestry of sound-the breathing of the pack, a brook trickling over a pebbled streambed not far away.
Something whooshes.
His ears twitch. That isn’t right. Something doesn’t belong. He slinks toward the noise.
There is a final whoosh and a blue form takes shape between the trees, tall and solid and impossible and wrong, smelling of so much strangeness he can’t take it in or sort it out-birth and death, predator and prey all in one. He staggers. The Other begins to panic and he forces it down.
Then half the blue block’s front falls open, a glowing cave expanding behind it, and it doesn’t matter because the smell of prey is flooding out, the true prey, or close enough-not quite human, more power, more age, more depth-
This will be a magnificent kill.
He lunges for the blue block, that intoxicating prey-scent drawing him on past the wrongness, barrels through the opening into a golden cave with golden trees, and his eyes lock onto his prey-tall, skinny, blue like the outside of his cave, and he doesn’t look anything like a human alpha, but the smell is too powerful to be wrong.
The Other is screaming. He ignores it.
A cold hardness under his feet catches on his claws, he snarls, and the prey does something at the giant glowing upside-down tree he’s hiding behind. The opening booms shut, he’s trapped, the whoosh roars through his head
and the transformation ripped through him for the second time in maybe twenty minutes. He curled inward on the metal grate, a last howl turning into a groan as pain blurred out his vision.
Remus closed his eyes, shaking. The world thrummed around him. He was naked, cold, and gasping for breath, but he was human and he hadn’t hurt anyone. He made an attempt to sit up; a muscle cramp clenched in his abdomen and wouldn’t let go.
Footsteps moved toward him and stopped by his head. Remus slitted one eye open, wincing, and saw red trainers, then the blue-suited figure with wild hair they belonged to, crouching in front of him. It was too much color and the pounding in his head intensified.
“Sorry about that,” a voice said from somewhere between the hair and the trainers. “Should’ve waited a little longer, didn’t realize you’d transformed so recently, my calculations are a little off-well, not mine exactly, but she did go halfway across the galaxy and a couple thousand years to get here, so I’m actually kind of surprised we got here on time. So to speak.”
Remus let his eye fall shut again. “Hello, Doctor,” he mumbled.
Oh, and I've got somebody else who wanted to say happy birthday too.
And I don't have fic to share, exactly, but I've got...a teaser? Something. See, back when I wrote " Too Close to the Moon," I also got a prompt for a Doctor Who/Harry Potter/Supernatural crossover, something with Ten, Remus, and Sam, and I had this idea that involved Sam going after some HP-style werewolves shortly after "Heart," alone because Dean's gotten himself hurt, only Remus and the Doctor show up too because wizards have been involved and these werewolves are attempting to Do Things with time. So they angst together and manage to save the world. It would have been a sequel to "Too Close to the Moon," taking place post-Doomsday in the DW verse (well, between "The Runaway Bride" and S3, anyway) and during HBP in the HP verse, when Remus is with Greyback's pack and being dumb and noble about Tonks. I was sort of planning to write this at the same time as the other and turn in both for the fic exchange but definitely ran out of time, but I'm still hoping to get the thing written at some point.
Whatever the case, it's not even close to being done, but I've written the first bit--before Sam gets involved, I'm afraid. So enjoy this short fic teaser, and if I'm really doing well, maybe I'll get the rest done over the break. (Also, it's not Remus/Ten, 'cause I don't do slash, but if this first part reads a little bit that way I swear it's not my fault and that's not where I'm going with it. Really.)
Oh right. More explanations. Um, I guess this bit of personal canon, with Something Really Bad having happened at the last full moon, has to do with faeriemaiden's "The Wise and the Lovely" and somewhat fernwithy's Shades, although in Shades Remus ate part of a human another werewolf had killed; he completely freaked out when he transformed back and realized what he'd done, of course. I have this story planned where Greyback sets things up so Remus turns somebody, but I haven't written it yet. So I guess that's what those odd references are to.
The waxing moon hung pale in the sky. Remus didn’t need to look, study the infinitesimally small sliver of dark on one side showing it wasn’t full yet, to know; he felt it in the ache in his bones (so much deeper than the cold), the weight quietly accumulating in his mind, the knot tightening in his stomach until he thought he’d be sick.
No. Can’t be sick. Can’t be hungry going into the full moon, I might-
His gorge rose. He pushed back against the tree behind him until his spine ached, tilting his head back and pulling deep breaths to settle himself.
Greyback would want him soon. He’d have to go with on the hunt this time, no matter what they did-innocent run through the forest after game, or something worse-or Greyback would decide he needed to be knocked down a few more pegs. Stop thinking he was human.
Until last month, he’d never come out of a transformation with someone else’s blood in his mouth.
(Now he tasted it in his dreams every night, every night, only half the time it was Dora’s blood, and Greyback’s leer when he woke shaking was all too real.)
O dark dark dark. They all go into the dark
“Get over here, Lupin,” Greyback shouted from the clearing. The other male werewolves had already gathered there, clothing discarded, waiting for the moon.
Remus swallowed hard and dragged himself upright, his heart beginning a wild staccato in his ears. He made his way through the trees and silently took off his own clothes, fingers fumbling.
A feral joy already gleamed in Greyback’s eyes. “Didn’t think we’d let you transform all by your lonesome, did you?” He grinned, showing pointed teeth. “You’re family, you know, Lupin. You’re mine. But you won’t forget that after last time, will you?”
Remus stared back at him, felt the sudden shift as the moon pulled harder at his body. His stomach churned.
Greyback spread his arms wide, turning his face up to the sky as the light of the full moon flooded the clearing, and let his breath out in a howl that seemed to make the stars shiver-but no, that was the moon, the moon drawing Remus’ eyes upward, tearing at him-
Remus dropped to his knees, a vicious cramp in his midsection doubling him over and tearing through him. Silver light shredded his mind
and there is pain, pain everywhere, bones shattering and reforming, everything hurts, burning itch of fast-growing hair sprouting all over his body, eyes changing, senses sharpening, and then the wolf leaps upright into a run and everything else is forgotten. The pack sings to the moon around him, sings of blood and freedom, and he stretches out the stiffness in his legs as he runs. The Other is pressed tight to the back of his mind, no more than a tickle that he can ignore.
He scents prey, and it is exhilarating.
He peels off from the rest of the pack, striking out on his own hunt; Alpha doesn’t stop him. The cringing Other starts to relax.
The wind shivers through the trees and bushes around him, joining the tapestry of sound-the breathing of the pack, a brook trickling over a pebbled streambed not far away.
Something whooshes.
His ears twitch. That isn’t right. Something doesn’t belong. He slinks toward the noise.
There is a final whoosh and a blue form takes shape between the trees, tall and solid and impossible and wrong, smelling of so much strangeness he can’t take it in or sort it out-birth and death, predator and prey all in one. He staggers. The Other begins to panic and he forces it down.
Then half the blue block’s front falls open, a glowing cave expanding behind it, and it doesn’t matter because the smell of prey is flooding out, the true prey, or close enough-not quite human, more power, more age, more depth-
This will be a magnificent kill.
He lunges for the blue block, that intoxicating prey-scent drawing him on past the wrongness, barrels through the opening into a golden cave with golden trees, and his eyes lock onto his prey-tall, skinny, blue like the outside of his cave, and he doesn’t look anything like a human alpha, but the smell is too powerful to be wrong.
The Other is screaming. He ignores it.
A cold hardness under his feet catches on his claws, he snarls, and the prey does something at the giant glowing upside-down tree he’s hiding behind. The opening booms shut, he’s trapped, the whoosh roars through his head
and the transformation ripped through him for the second time in maybe twenty minutes. He curled inward on the metal grate, a last howl turning into a groan as pain blurred out his vision.
Remus closed his eyes, shaking. The world thrummed around him. He was naked, cold, and gasping for breath, but he was human and he hadn’t hurt anyone. He made an attempt to sit up; a muscle cramp clenched in his abdomen and wouldn’t let go.
Footsteps moved toward him and stopped by his head. Remus slitted one eye open, wincing, and saw red trainers, then the blue-suited figure with wild hair they belonged to, crouching in front of him. It was too much color and the pounding in his head intensified.
“Sorry about that,” a voice said from somewhere between the hair and the trainers. “Should’ve waited a little longer, didn’t realize you’d transformed so recently, my calculations are a little off-well, not mine exactly, but she did go halfway across the galaxy and a couple thousand years to get here, so I’m actually kind of surprised we got here on time. So to speak.”
Remus let his eye fall shut again. “Hello, Doctor,” he mumbled.