azure_rosa (azure_rosa) wrote in lupin_snape, @ 2010-09-06 10:09:00 |
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Entry tags: | chat: drabble night, drabbles, fic: pg13 |
My Drabbles from Drabble/Drawable night
Title: My Drabbles from Drabble/Drawable night
Pairings: Severus/Remus implied
Rating: g to pg-13
Author: azurerosa
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!
Pumpkin Juice
It is odd that such a sweet taste reminds me of the most bitter man I know. Pumpkin juice is nearly sickly sweet, yet I remember it most clearly on the lips and tongue of the teenage version of my lover. It was Halloween and I’d spent all of summer and September gathering my Gryffindor courage with both hands to tell him how I felt. I finally managed to get him alone after lunch one day and though I had a whole speech memorized, words failed me. Deciding standing there gapping at Severus after demanding a chance to talk to him was in bad form I chose a more physical explanation. I stepped into his personal space and was both surprised and pleased when he did not shy away from me. Our kiss was awkward, shy and tinged with sweet pumpkin juice.
Embarrassing musical taste
I doubted I would ever understand Remus’ fondness for musicals. I found their storylines problematic at best and the songs were frequently sung by people of questionable talent. Whenever I noticed Remus rummaging through his collection I would quickly make myself scarce to avoid an “invitation” to join him. I discovered early on in our relationship that turning down such an invite invariably lead to guilt-trips and sulking. However, if I timed it just right I could sneak in just as the movie ended and catch Remus in a delightfully loving and amorous mood. Apparently the romantic slop did all the work for me, all I had to do was stand in the doorway and say something to him in a fond tone to find myself the lucky owner of a lusty werewolf. I find I do not mind Musicals much after this discovery.
Bottle of wine
They were completely different, people said, how could they possibly get along, let alone have a relationship? Remus pretended not to hear the poorly hidden conversations of his friends. If only they knew. They were not a couple who spoke about feelings or were constantly draped across each other in public. No they showed their compatibility in private. They understood that words weren’t necessary. Remus knew Severus’ favorite wine and precisely how to soothe his lover’s frequent migraines. Severus knew precisely how to rub Remus’ back after the full to allow him to drop into a deep, healing sleep and how to calm Remus’ fears for the future with just a touch of his hand. Yes, they were different, but together they were whole.
Milk and honey
Severus is like milk, cool, pale, thin and good for you even though you would rather there was more sugar involved. Remus is like honey, sweet, warm, thick and not half as good for you as one might hope. You wouldn’t think they would be good together, but somehow their differences complement each other as opposed to clashing like one might suspect. They blend beautifully, making everything they touch better for having known them.
Olympics
One year Remus got it into his head for the two of us to train for the Olympics. As he asked this of me at a time I was rather…distracted I agreed. We tried track, swimming, pole vaulting, javelin throwing and wrestling. As middle aged males who had never participated in more than half of these activities in our lives we were out of the running inside of the first elimination round; it was an unmitigated disaster. Remus later admitted he just wanted an excuse to see me hot, sweaty and half-naked on a regular basis. Damn werewolf is developing Slytherin characteristics. I should not find this development so sexy.
Nightmare
After everything he had lived through Severus was not surprised to have horrible reoccurring nightmares even years after the end of the war. Occasionally they were of distinct revels or battles he had been present for, but most often it was a jumbled mix. Curse light, blood, death, running, pain and seeing his lover fall on the field of battle in the distance. The abject horror of that image always woke him with a stifled scream on his lips. After such a dream he could never rest until he had seen and touched his lover, reassuring himself that it was just a dream. Remus was merely stunned and injured in the battle, not dead, never dead. Only Remus kept his life from being a constant nightmare.