Rosy (real_life_rosy) wrote in pervy_werewolf, @ 2010-05-30 12:04:00 |
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Entry tags: | #lmom 2010, author: real_life_rosy, kink: kissing, remus/severus |
LMoM: Tried and True, 30
Title: Tried and True
Author: Rosy
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Remus and Sevy, sittin' in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G!
Kink(s): kissing. ...no seriously, kissing.
Challenge: Lusty Month of May 2010
Summary: In every genre, there are cliches. That includes pornography.
Notes: Really, I just wanted to do something fun and silly. :D Plus I thought, "Hey... wouldn't it be funny if someone wrote a smut fic like in Stranger Than Fiction where one of the characters hears the narrator?"
Word Count: 1,854
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Severus Snape found himself surrounded by white light.
"...you can't be serious. After all of that... I'm dead?"
Not having faith in the benevolence of his Narrator...
"How, exactly, are you a benevolent being? Exactly?"
...he didn't realize that he was not actually dead. He merely floated in a Non Space. There were no walls, no floor, and no ceilings. Just an infinity of white light. Neither was he alone. Stepping from the white light, solidifying into flesh and bone was the man who had chased him throughout this entire, convoluted storyline. And whom he, in turn, had been chasing.
Even if he didn't know it.
"Remus..." Severus tried to take a step towards his lover, and found that he could not. He could not, in fact, move any muscle in his body beyond those in his face and those that controlled his speech. Remus Lupin stood just close enough to talk easily. He was not touching Severus in anyway, nor did he make a move to. "What's going on?" Severus demanded.
"Severus," Remus said, his voice gentle and calm. "Severus... it's time to wake up now."
Severus' eyes widened. Ice formed in the pit of his belly, freezing the blood in his veins. "...so... it was all a dream, after all."
Remus sighed. "Severus..."
"Benevolent my ass."
"Severus," Remus said, though he sounded more fond than aggravated. "Do you trust me?"
Severus paused, considering. Did he? If this were truly Remus, and not some cruel mirage created by whatever Fate from Hell ran this strange world... then... "Yes."
Remus chuckled. "Then wake up, you daft git. I'm waiting for you." He took a step back, starting to fade into the white light again.
Severus felt a frission of fear along his nerves. "Remus... Remus wait!" But Remus didn't wait. He faded into the white, leaving Severus alone. For a moment, panic surged and boiled in his brain. Then, Severus took a breath. And focused. He focused on the one tether to sanity he had left, searching for it with everything in his being.
Remus.... I want to be with Remus...
Slowly, the white light began to fade. The darkness crept around him, and Severus nearly panicked as it began to swallow him up. The air became thick and hot and heavy, pressing against him like a lead weight. It threatened to suffocate him, and for a moment Severus fought the way the weight and heat seemed to enfold him. Slowly, however, he became aware that the weight and heat had a name.
Body.
He became aware of the slow, steady pulse of his heart. The rhythmic rise and fall of his chest. Soft fabric against his skin. Slowly, he settled back into his own skin, feeling his body respond to his presence by a quickening of his heartbeat and breathing. For a moment, however, that was all there was. Nothing more. And Severus feared that he was trapped in the dead husk of skin and muscle. And then... he heard it.
"Severus? Severus. Wake up. Open your eyes, and wake up."
Slowly, because they felt almost glued closed, Severus opened his eyes. The bright, white light flared in his retinas and he blinked. When it faded... he recognized the ceiling tile. The antiseptic smell. He blinked slowly, and then turned to focus on the figure standing beside his bed.
Remus smiled down at him, looking a bit thinner and frailer than he remembered. "Sleeping beauty awakes," he teased. Severus opened his mouth, but Remus held up a hand. "Don't speak yet. You've got a lot of damage to your throat. Here. Let's get you sitting up at least." Slowly, the back of Severus' bed tilted up, and he found himself comfortably supported and able to see quite a bit more of the room.
He had a corner room, if the two windows were any indication. A few bouquets of flowers stood on various flat surfaces, but nothing too gaudy or nauseating. He had a rather comfortable quilt tucked around his legs, and he didn't wear one of those blasted paper gowns. Though the little blue flowers that seemed to bespeckle the cotton were nearly as bad. Severus looked back to see Remus settling in a chair beside the bed, resting a cane on the arm. The bed behind him looked only recently vacating. Severus raised an eyebrow.
Remus chuckled. "Yes, we've been roommates. I know you have questions, but you really shouldn't talk yet. Not until the healers have been able to do another set of tests." He took a breath. "First, and I think most importantly. Yes, we did win."
Severus let out a breath he had been holding, letting himself sag in relief. At least that hadn't been a complete bust.
When he opened his eyes, he looked back at Remus and tipped his head. "Minerva," Remus said, as if he already knew the list of questions rattling around in Severus' head. "Apparently, Albus left her some information just in case. She came to find you, managed to get you a bezoar and then brought you here. You survived, thank Merlin, though it was a very near thing." He paused, and then sighed. "You've been in a coma for almost a month now."
Severus felt his eyes widen. A coma? Then... yes, that made some sense, he supposed. He looked back out the window, seeing the buds unfurling on the trees. That would explain all the strange dreams...
"They put me in here, after they found me," Remus said quietly. "I got grazed by a killing curse during the final battle. Supposedly, I sat up on the table right before they started the autopsy." Remus grinned and the dry snort Severus made. "I can't really remember. Although, I think Harry suffered far worse trauma." He gave Severus a pointed look. "I think you've scarred him for life, with those memories of Lily."
Severus just smirked, looking back out the window. What else had changed? What would happen now, since he hadn't expected to survive the war? Minerva had evidence of Albus' intentions and Severus' own objections to the plan, but would it matter in the end..?
Remus was quiet a moment, then he cleared his throat. "It's strange," he said quietly. "During the day it's so quiet. I read, I do exercises to recover my strength... but at night..." Severus felt the man's eyes on him. "At night... I have these dreams."
Severus felt his breath stop. And he thanked whatever god might be listening that he couldn't actually speak at that point. Remus, however, continued. "In one... I was a pirate. Then a superhero. Though I didn't really recognize that one..."
Severus was very pointedly not looking at Remus.
"There was one on a subway, and in a spaceship. And one out of a fairy tale." He could feel Remus smiling at him, though how exactly that worked Severus wasn't certain. "And not to sound too much like Dorothy, but... you were there."
Severus turned away, not wanting to hear this. Not when Remus was married to some pink-haired chit and had a son and a family and didn't... didn't...
He blinked. The light from the window caught on the back of his hand. He could see, ever so faintly, whisper thin scars on the back of his hand. Slowly, Severus raised his hand, feeling his breath again catch in his throat.
"I told you," Remus said quietly, taking Severus' hand in his own, the Sigil markings glowing a faint silver on both of their skins. "It was as real as you and I wanted it to be."
Severus looked at him, mouthing How?
Remus shook his head, his thumb tracing one curving scar. "I don't know. I don't know what Fate or force managed to do this, or what sort of Magic it was but... but I'm glad they did."
"What about Tonks?" Severus whispered hoarsely.
Remus grinned. "We fooled you too, huh?" He chuckled. "Dora needed to go undercover. Very deep undercover. So we created a simulacrum to create the ruse of her falling in love and chasing after me. It made sure the mad bitch of an aunt didn't come looking for her."
"And Teddy?" Severus knew he shouldn't be talking, but he needed to ask. He had to. The pain in his throat was minor compared to the pain of simply Not Knowing.
Remus chuckled. "That's a bit more complicated. He's mine, and he's Dora's insomuch as her simulacrum carried him and birthed him. And no, I didn't sleep with it if that's what you're thinking. We needed a cover, remember. We... well, we honestly thought it would just be an illusion. But when he came... he was so tiny and perfect..." Remus' eyes warmed, thinking of his son.
...it was complicated. And Severus didn't think he could deal with all the implications and ramifications without a good cup of strong tea. Possibly firewhiskey. He looked back at their hands, at the scars that he knew traced all across his skin. It shouldn't have been possible but.... but folklore held that if one died in a dream, one died in reality.
Could it be possible, then, that in a dream, Severus had found a life he should have had so long ago? A life he wanted, but had given up to the fight between the Light and Dark? And in the dreaming, had that life become real?
"Severus," Remus said quietly. "I wanted it to be real..."
"If you tell me you secretly loved me all this time," Severus rasped warningly, but Remus only chuckled.
"No, I didn't secretly love you," Remus said. "But... I've always been drawn to you. And I certainly never hated you. And Moony..." He paused, tipping his head. "Moony, I think, has known what he's wanted for a long time. He wants someone who understands the Dark in the both of us... and who isn't afraid of it."
Severus considered, then looked up and raised an eyebrow. "What about Potter?"
Remus smiled. "If Harry, or Molly, or Dora, or anyone can't accept the choice I've made and can't be happy that I'm happy... well, they aren't really my friends, are they?"
Severus blinked. Then smiled slightly. "You know," he whispered, "You having a backbone is rather... sexy."
Remus purred and leaned in, trailing kisses along Severus' wrist. "That isn't the only thing..." His tongue traces a swirling pattern over the faint veins, sending little fluctuations of pleasure along Severus' body. He shifted his hand, curling it in Remus' hair and drawing him down for a deeper, longer kiss.
Remus hummed, crawling up onto the bed and curling beside Severus. One kiss flowed into another, and another. Hands coasted along skin, relearning what they had discovered in that strange dreamland. They were both too weak to do much more than kiss and caress... but desire still warmed their bones and their blood.
And well... seeing the look on Potter's face when he walked in to find them snogging on Severus' hospital bed... that was almost as good as sex, in Severus' opinion.