red_day_dawning (red_day_dawning) wrote in red_day_fiction, @ 2008-03-30 19:44:00 |
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Entry tags: | author: red_day_dawning, drabble, snape/lupin, snape100 |
Snape100 - drabble dump
snape100 – drabbles
Title: There are words within his silences
Author: red_day_dawning
Challenge: #220 Snape & Time
Word count: 100
Rating: G
Disclaimer: JKR owns all the HP characters & settings
There are words within his silences. Even if he cannot actually tell me he loves me – even if his tongue cannot shape the sounds; his mouth cannot release the words – there are words within his silences, sentences without sound, and communication with every touch and look.
“One day,” he tells me, “I might be able to tell you…”
“There is no need for to say anything,” I reply. “I know, without you saying a word.”
“But in time, I hope…” he says, hesitantly, uncharacteristic uncertainty clouding his fierce, beautiful, austere features.
We need no time. He loves me now, silently.
Title: The Dream-Snapes
Author: red_day_dawning
Challenge: # 222 - Snape times two
Word count: 100
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: JKR, Bloomsbury and Warner Brothers own the HP characters and settings.
The Severus Snape who wanders through his dream-landscapes it not the Severus Snape of his waking life. There are no regrets, no remorse, no conscience. He's the perfect spy, the consummate assassin. He lingers in the shadows and strikes in the night. His touch means death, his speech betrayal.
Only waking brings grief.
The Severus Snape of his day-dreams is not Severus as he sees himself. He is bold, confident, a sexual-predator sweeping his prey off his feet. He is attractive, charming; the werewolf cannot resist.
Loneliness and sorrow for what-has-been trail every masturbation's relief.
Title: Not Another Tea Party
Author: red_day_dawning
Characters: Severus Snape; Remus Lupin
Pairing: ss/rl
Challenge: #211 – birthday gift
Word count: 100
Rating: Gen
Warning/s: none
Disclaimer: JKR owns all – I make no money, & mean no harm
Happy birthday to me, he thought sourly. Buttoning his coat, and winding his scarf firmly around his neck, he turned to walk back beside the stream where the snow lay less thickly.
At least this year I won’t have to endure another tea party with Albus, he thought, the sharp frosty air bringing tears to his eyes. Blinking fiercely, he mumbled, “Bloody cold”.
He trudged up the hill towards his house; another year, another birthday.
Pushing open the front-door, he thought, that bloody werewolf is probably baking for a tea party. And couldn’t stop the smile that curved his lips.
Title: Hands of a murderer
Author: red_day_dawning
Challenge #214: Snape's hands
Rating: G
Warning/s: none
Disclaimer: JKR owns all
"Ignorant men don't know what good they hold in their hands until they've flung it away."
- Sophocles
Hands of a murderer, hands of a spy – ordinary, innocent-looking hands: graceful, long-fingered, with slightly prominent knuckles, heavily-stained from years making potions. Hands that could take life, or brew the means to restore it.
The hands that held the wand that killed Dumbledore. The hands that shaped the circumstances of Voldemort’s defeat. Hands of treachery, hands of death.
The hands that teased, caressed, stimulated, excited. Hands that conveyed much with a soft and loving touch. Snape’s hands - the hands that Lupin loved, and trusted above all others.
Title: Only; Nightclubbing; In Denial; Ghosts from the Past – two versions
Author: red_day_dawning
Pairing/s: Snape/Lupin
Prompt: Snape… and sex
Word count: 5 X ~100 word drabbles
Rating: R
Warning/s: none
Disclaimer: JKR owns all the HP characters & settings
Author’s notes: The last two drabbles are not continuations of each other – they offer alternate endings – you choose: happy ending or not? Why two? I have an almost pathological aversion to unhappy endings – I wrote it, but I couldn’t bear it.
Only…
To see his face in every-man… and then to remember. Remember that he was gone.
No shortage of lovers for Potter’s proclaimed hero – “And to an even greater degree than Albus Dumbledore, without Severus Snape, we could not have defeated Voldemort. This victory belongs to Severus Snape.” – And other pretty sentiments that Severus cared nothing about, except they got him laid. Regularly.
Men half his age, and twice as beautiful, lining up to suck him, begging him to fuck them. Heady stuff, even for a man with as profound a sense of irony as he.
Only… none of the men were Lupin.
~*~
Night-clubbing
Black leather trousers, dark silk shirt. Boots that emphasized his long lean legs.
The intoxication, the eager sweaty joy of pressing against young gorgeous flesh, moved by the insistent hum, the throbbing pulse of music. The satisfaction of leaning back and allowing keen fingers to stroke and unzip, the pleasure of hungry mouths open and devouring.
“Deeper,” he growled, “Deeper, oh yes.” And suddenly trembled with the inexplicable and startling force of memory, tearing his eyes open to meet ferocious amber eyes, gazing at him, here and now.
“Get off,” he snarled, zipping himself. And ran to catch the man already through the door.
“Lupin,” he called. “For fuck’s sake – Lupin.” No reply.
~*~
In Denial
When Severus stopped going to clubs, he realized there was a problem. With the finesse of a man with a lifetime’s experience of repression, he disregarded it.
When the dreams began, he forgot them. Waking up every morning, sticky with tears or come, or both, he would cast a cleansing spell, and effortlessly ignore the cause.
When he could no longer sleep, he took potions. Potent and powerful elixirs that submerged him into the deepest sleeps, without dreaming.
When he heard that familiar knocking at his door, a familiar rhythm both irritatingly diffident and annoyingly persistent, he ignored it.
And carefully neglected to think about who it had been.
Perhaps he would go back to the clubs soon, he told himself.
~*~
Ghosts from the Past – 2 versions
First Version
“Fuck off, Lupin.”
“Severus.”
“Just… fuck,” Severus said weakly, leaning against the doorway to hold himself upright.
“Not now, Severus. That would be taking advantage of your intoxicated state. Here, I can’t support you, lean on the frame while I open your door.”
“Wards. Keep you out.”
“Come on,” said Remus, deftly unlocking the door.
“Wards.”
“Didn’t work. Here drink this. One of your sobering potions – you made it yourself.”
“Don’t want.”
“Come on, Severus.”
“No. Don’t want. Don’t want to remember you’re dead.”
“I still love you.”
“Yes. And you’re still dead.”
“Still love you, though.”
~*~
Second version
“Fuck off, Lupin.”
“Severus.”
“Just… fuck,” Severus said weakly, leaning against the doorway to hold himself upright.
“Here, lean on me while I open the door,” said Remus, supporting Severus as he deftly unlocked his wards.
“Wards.”
“Didn’t work. I know your passwords. Here drink this.”
“Nggh… what is that?”
“A sobering potion – one you made yourself.”
“Didn’t want,” shaking his head, Severus grimaced. “Didn’t want to remember you.”
“I love you.”
“Not enough.”
“As much as I can. Do you want me to go?”
“Not until you’ve fucked me senseless.”
“Maybe. If I can stay for breakfast.”
“Do anything for a feed?”
“No. Do anything to stay with you.”
Title: Madness
Author: red_day_dawning
Prompt: the letter ‘M’
Word count: 100
Rating: R
Warning/s: allusions to anal & oral
Disclaimer: JKR owns it all
Memories of sex roughly pushed against walls, and honey-sweet golden eyes looking up at him as he knelt to unfasten Severus’s trousers, were insufficient to soften Severus Snape’s resolve. Maybe he did have to brew the bloody wolfsbane potion, but that did not mean that Remus bloody werewolf Lupin would merit a second glance from him!
Moments later his resolve was challenged when his hostile gaze met golden eyes, a hopeful smile and the cheerful greeting, “I’ve been looking forward to seeing you, Severus.”
Muttering, “Fuck off, Lupin,” Severus decided teaching at Hogwarts was now his own personal hell. Madness!