azure_rosa (azure_rosa) wrote in lupin_snape, @ 2011-01-08 22:57:00 |
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Entry tags: | chat: drabble night, drabbles, fic: g, project: a decade of ssrl |
Drabbles from drabble night
Title: My Drabbles from Drabble night
Pairings: Severus/Remus
Rating: g
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!
Resolution
Warning: canon compliant death
Change was something Severus had dreamed of for many years. When the war ends… When it is safe to be my own man instead of Dumbledore’s… When I am finally free… He had so many plans he suspected he would never need. After all, the side he truly worked for said his name with the same loathing as when they spoke of the dark lord and those to whom he pretended allegiance in the seemingly vain hope for an end to this war he had fought for so long hated him every bit as much, if for completely different reasons.
When he finally awoke after Naginia’s attack it was to find himself in what looked like a waiting room, the only other occupant his former classmate, Remus Lupin. He quickly realized he no longer could cast even the simplest of spells and he felt better than he could ever remember, warm, safe and whole. He might be dead, Remus along with him, but he had promised himself the chance to be happy when he was free. As he took the hand Remus offered with a smile Severus resolved to finally take that chance.
Stuck
Moony was in trouble. He knew he wasn’t supposed to go in his mate’s special room, but everything smelt so interesting in there that he couldn’t help but take a peek. He was going to be very careful, really! The place was full of the scents of hundreds of herbs and creatures, many of which he’d never sniffed in his current form.
All was well until the doorway got him.
PANIC! He flailed about desperate to get out of this trap he could neither see nor smell, but managed only to make himself tired. He was not injured, but he could not move and that was bad and wrong and why didn’t he listen to mate? Mate would be so mad when he found him. Hours later Severus returned to find a very put out werewolf pouting in the doorway to his private lab. With what might have been an amused snigger Severus spoke, “I did warn you, wolf.”
Detective fiction
Remus knew his taste in books wasn’t quite what people seemed to expect, but that didn’t bother him. He adored fiction of all kinds, fantasy, science and especially detective fiction. Severus teased him about his taste in reading material and how “into” his books Remus got, sometimes talking to the characters as he read, giving them advice. That they never seemed to listen didn’t seem to faze Remus at all.
Remus’ books had always been his escape from reality, a way to cope with his stress and sadness. Now they were just for fun. Recently however, he noticed his book frequently wasn’t quite where he left it. He’d brushed it off at first, thinking it was his imagination, but after a month of that on a nearly daily basis Remus began to think something was up. It wasn’t until he came home early one day that he caught Severus reading his current book and muttering to himself about idiots who failed to be aware of their surroundings and then were surprised when someone got the drop on them.
Remus would remember the shocked squeal Severus gave when he dropped his hands on his love’s shoulders for the rest of his life with a fond smile.