The Lupin/Snape Lurve Community

Title: To Knit Our Loves in Fabulous Strain, for scribbulus-ink

From: Your Secret Snupin Santa

Summary: When the unexpected changes their lives, can the three come together, or is the strain too much?

Rated: Coal and Switches (NC17)

Warnings: genderbending, mpreg, threesome, angst and het/slash sex.

Other Pairing: Remus/Severus/Regulus

Notes: For McKay, because there isn’t enough Snupinreg in the world. I hope you like it, sugar. A thousand and one thank yous to my wonderful betas, who made sure this wasn't utter tripe and riddled with redundancy and errors. Any errors left are either stylistic choices... or my own stupidity. I'll let you be the judge. Wherever you see a ~*~*~ is a jump between past and present. The title comes from this poem:

Send me some token, that my hope may live,
Or that my easeless thoughts may sleep and rest;
Send me some honey to make sweet my hive,
That in my passions I may hope the best.
I beg no riband wrought with thine own hands,
To knit our loves in the fantastic strain
Of new-touched youth; Nor ring to show the strands
Of our affection, that as that’s round and plain;
So should our loves meet in simplicity;
No, nor the corals which thy wrist enfold,
Laced up together in congruity,
To show our thoughts should rest in the same hold;
No, nor they picture, though most gracious,
And most desired, because best like the best;
Nor witty lines, which are most copious,
Within the writings which though hast addressed.

Send me not this, nor that, to increase my store,
But swear thought think’st ‘I love thee’ and no more.

“The Token” ~ John Donne

Word count: 15529

Title: A Sirius Wish, for sweetmelodykiss

From: Your Secret Snupin Santa, in thanks for pinch hitting

Summary: Beware the help of the gods, for they never make anything easy, as Sirius, Severus, and Remus discover.

Rated: Holiday Spice (R)

Notes: I have completely ignored almost everything from the end of the Order of the Phoenix on when dealing with Severus, Remus and Sirius for the sake of my sanity (and my plotline!) As much as I adore the little tyke, alas, poor Teddy, thou shall not exist. :( But otherwise, yay for the living! Oh and I don't speak or read Italian. Babelfish is to blame for anything I've done wrong! - some angst but not over the top, a dab of frottage and a happy ending. Oh yeah, and some David Bowie. I'm no Conan Doyle and alas, I'm not a David Bowie fan so forgive me the mad use of "China Doll". This started with an image and kind of snowballed from there, as they sometimes do. Thanks to my roommate for the title, as mine was lame. Merry Christmas and a very happy 2010.

HISTORICAL FOOTNOTE TO PROVE I'M NOT MAKING STUFF UP: "On these [the Indian] mountains there live men with the head of a dog, whose clothing is the skin of wild beasts. They speak no language, but bark like dogs, and in this manner make themselves understood by each other. Their teeth are larger than those of dogs, their nails like those of these animals, but longer and rounder. They inhabit the mountains as far as the river Indos. Their complexion is swarthy. They are extremely just, like the rest of the Indians with whom they associate. They understand the Indian language but are unable to converse, only barking or making signs with their hands and fingers by way of reply, like the deaf and dumb. They are called by the Indians Kalystrii, in Greek Kynocephaloi (dog-headed)." - Ctesias, Indica Fragment (summary from Photius, Myriobiblon 72) (trans. Freese) (Greek historian Circa 4th B.C.)

Word count: 8838