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Drabbles from drabble night!
Title: My Drabbles from Drabble/Drawable night
Pairings: Severus/Remus
Rating: g to very mild R
Author: azure_rosa
AN: These are a collection of the drabbles I wrote in chat so they are unbetaed and were written in ten minutes each so feel free to point out any errors!
Disclaimer: If you think any of these characters are mine please tell me what world you live in so I can move there posthaste!



Head in the sand:

Severus was fed up with Remus’ denial of their chemistry. Oh Remus was polite enough, speaking to him when necessary and always pleased to smile and nod a friendly greeting, but every time Severus got close Remus fled like the hounds of hell were after him.
At first Severus thought Remus was playing hard to get with him, teasing him with closeness and the hint of potential that seemed to fill the air when they were alone together, but while Remus seemed unfazed by the flirting, receptive even, yet he still fled before Severus could even steal a kiss.

Frustrated and confused by the mixed signals Severus began to plan. At the end of the next Order meeting he was ready; the room was set to lock on his command so Remus could not escape prematurely again. Severus wanted to know what was going on. As the last stragglers were leaving Severus called Remus back before locking the door silently; his plan was in motion.
As usual the veiled flirtation flowed between them freely, tantalizing with its uncertainty and closeness. The gap between them grew smaller and smaller until they were breathing each other’s air, so close they would kiss if their faces got just a little closer. Almost there, almost…

“I’ve got to go!” Remus exclaimed, breaking out of the longing staring match and bolting for the door as he always did, but this time he could not escape. “Let me go Severus, please.”

“Why would I do that?”

“Because if I don’t leave I’ll kiss you.”

“And if you don’t kiss me I’ll leave.”

“Oh! I suppose I’ll have to kiss you then.”

“Only if you are done burying your head in the sand.”

“I think I could be talked into stopping if a suitable reward is offered.”

“I’ll see what I can do,” Severus smirked, swooping in for a kiss.


The morning after:

Remus woke more disoriented than usual. The full had been the night before but something was not normal; more than one something in fact. He was facing the wrong way to be in his bed, he was warm and much less sore than usual. Something happened, he knew that much. Was he in the infirmary drugged up to the eyeballs after maiming himself? He shouldn’t be, after all he took his entire potion like a good puppy all week, not to mention the room wasn’t bright enough for that to be the case.

He wasn’t in The Shrieking Shack as he was on a proper bed and warm besides, which never happened in the winter. There seemed to be someone in bed with him, but that couldn’t be right, Remus never let anyone be around him when he was changed anymore. He didn’t want anyone he loved and trusted to see and think of him as a werewolf, yet there the body remained, seemingly unfazed by the experience.

Remus eventually peeled his eyes open groggily and saw his lover and mate curled around him as he often was in the morning before consciousness and propriety returned. Severus had all but begged to be allowed to stay having been exiled every month prior for over a year. Apparently his wish to know and care for all of Remus remained unshaken by facing his childhood fear face to face once again. Slowly hope bloomed in Remus’ heart. Maybe, thought Remus, maybe this could really work.


Rug, bottle, fire:

Severus was always a rather formal individual. He was restrained in public and in private, unwilling or possibly unable to simply relax. Remus managed to loosen him up slowly over the years, showing time and again that he at least would not judge his lover harshly for his dry and occasionally dark sense of humor. He would not tell everyone about how sometimes after several glasses of wine he could make Severus truly, unreservedly smile, and sometimes, when Remus was very lucky, Severus would laugh.

These moments were both rare and precious and Remus never shared them with anyone else, greedily hording the secret parts of his lover’s personality as a goblin would his gold. It took Remus months to work out exactly how to make Severus unwind.

First he had to drag his lover from his formal chair to settle on the luxuriant rug before the fire. Inconsequential talk, a good bottle of wine and a bit of restrained closeness began the process. The trick was to not rush; Severus had to make the first move from his habitual straight posture into a more languid pose. Only then was it safe to actually cuddle as Remus so enjoyed with his lover without Severus becoming self-conscious.


Rope, wax, smile:

Severus had been having a completely crap day. He woke only to find his lover had already left their bed and house, he burnt his tongue painfully on his morning coffee and the students conspired to make his developing headache into a full-blown migraine before the day ended. Potions sped the healing of his abused tongue and lessened the pain of his pounding temples somewhat, but it still remained one of the worst days he’d had in years.

He came home, expecting to find his lover still at work, but the lights were lit and soft, soothing music seemed to drift from the bedroom. He found Remus upon the bed wearing naught but a smile bound with ropes tied to the head and foot boards, a clearly willing “victim”.
“Happy Anniversary love, care to play with your present? I’ve ice cubes and candle wax on the table if you want to make me squirm first.”


Enchanted:

Remus was always a romantic at heart. Oh, he knew better than to expect a handsome and charming prince to show up, magically take his lycanthropy away and whisk him off to a life of leisure and happily ever after, but that didn’t keep him from hoping and dreaming for his own happy ending. But school ended and still there was no one, then the first war left him even more alone than before and now, well, it wasn’t what most people would consider an ideal relationship.

Severus was not handsome in the traditional sense, nor charming, unless he wanted something, but when he made the effort Prince charming had nothing on him! A life of leisure wasn’t exactly in the cards either as they were both less well-off than they would prefer, though Remus knew neither of them would be happy sitting about doing nothing productive.

Severus did not magically wipe away his lycanthropy either, but Remus found that the potion Severus carefully made for him showed more of his worry and love for Remus than any immediate solution ever could. Cures were slow in the making and fueled by a mix of desperation and love. Severus might actually manage to cure him one day, but for the moment Remus was enchanted with his own happily ever after, warts and all.


Wedding, celery, bed:

Severus was unsure how Remus talked him into this nonsense. They were attending the wedding of one of their former students who, apparently, had become a complete health nut. The food contained more vegetation than Severus had ever seen in one place before including various trips to the local farmer’s market.

He couldn’t even identify some of the fruits and vegetables on offer so he stuck to the ones he knew were fit for human consumption. The food was surprisingly good despite the lack of carbohydrates, sugars and meat, but Severus was unconvinced of the value of eating so much vegetation and little else.

Remus, having been told this several times by his lover, arranged a surprise for their return. When they went to bed that night Remus waited until Severus went change before setting himself up as a smorgasbord of Severus’ favorite fruits and vegetables.

“Stalks of celery covering your cock Remus? What will the neighbors think,” Severus teased.

“Just get over here and eat your fruits and vegetables or you won’t get your dessert.”


Travel:

Traveling, Severus thought, had to be at least the third level of hell no matter what method one used. Short distances weren’t that bad, but any substantial traveling was without fail uncomfortable, stressful and time consuming. The wizarding world had “perfected” instantaneous travel over long distances centuries ago, but it hadn’t actually solved any of those problems.

Oh, the actual traveling was fast enough, but floo was uncomfortable and limited in its practicality. Portkeys had more paperwork and hoops to jump through for approval than the adoption of a baby, sometimes it even took as long. Apparition was cleaner, assuming one didn’t land in anything unpleasant, but every bit as unpleasant a sensation as the other two and it was limited to places one had actually been in addition to having a limited safe jumping range.

Travel was a pain, yet Severus found himself eagerly signing up to travel with Remus to celebrate their first decade of marriage. He had been planning the trip for over a year to insure everything would be perfect, if all went well Severus might finally give Remus the honeymoon they never got but always dreamed of.