azure_rosa (azure_rosa) wrote in lupin_snape, @ 2011-11-27 17:15:00 |
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Entry tags: | drabbles, fic: g, zmember: azure_rosa |
Drabbles from Drabble night
Title: My Drabbles from Drabble/Drawble Night
Summary: Three "drabbles" written in chat for the monthly Drabble/Drawable night. I got distracted and forgot to post them until now, 21 days later. *sigh*
Pairings: Snape/Lupin implied
Disclaimer: If you think any of these characters are mine please tell me what world you live in so I can move there posthaste!
Rating: G-pg tops
Warnings/kinks: Un-betaed, mild hurt/comfort in "Blue Moon"
Author: azure_rosa
Traitor’s gate:
Severus always was more than just slightly dramatic, Remus mused as he looked at the sign naming the potion master’s new abode “Traitor’s Gate”. At the war’s end they both had been scrutinized extensively for their spy work, Severus with the Death Eaters and he with the Werewolves, but plans had been in place for just that event for nearly two decades for Severus and over five for Remus.
They were both pardoned, albeit slightly grudgingly, and granted Orders of Merlin, first class for their services. Remus smelled Harry’s intervention there.
Severus grumbled, but Remus saw the smirk when he thought he was unobserved when faced with company from him. They were dating, sort of, Severus never said as much but Remus was relatively certain that was where they stood. Until Severus asked him to move in, then he didn’t think, he knew.
Blue Moon:
This isn’t safe, sneaking into a werewolf’s den. I can’t help but go though. Once a month I allow myself to act as I wish instead of how others do, once a month I get to see and care for him openly for he is so incapacitated by his transformation back into a man that he wouldn’t wake even if someone managed to set off the castle’s alarm.
I can tend to his wounds as I have every time since he arrived, he will credit Poppy with the bandages, who else could it have been after all? I heal him and speak my mind, my heart, as I do. He does not hear and cannot remember.
Thus I am safe, I have spoken the words that suffocate me the rest of the month, yet he still does not know so I cannot be turned away. This month is both a blessing and a curse, a blue moon. Two nights this month I have carried him to his bed, tended to his wounds and then disappeared into the early morning, not to be seen again until the next full.
If anything he should be more worn-out than usual, but he stirs in my arms as I speak to him. I carry on, convinced he will not wake only to be proven wrong. It does happen sometimes. His reaction is one I will always treasure though. Remus smiles at me, pulls me weakly alongside him and holds me close whispering only one word, “Stay.” And I shall, after all it is only once in a blue moon such a thing could happen.
Riders on the Storm:
Quiddich, Remus thought, was a particularly stupid sport not to cancel due to inclement weather. Riders on both sides were buffered by the storm, rain lashed Slytherins and Hufflepuffs alike as lightning split the sky with thunder rolling far too close for comfort and still the referee refused to call the game.
Remus was worried. Rivalries in day to day activities had waned with the war’s end, Minerva didn’t indulge such silliness as Albus had, but in quiddich it was as strong as ever. Finally a lightning bolt nearly struck the Slytherin chaser and the game was reluctantly called.
“You are as bad as the students you know,” Remus scolded gently as his mate landed at the entrance to the referee’s shower. He cast charms to dry and warm his stubborn lover before continuing, “Calling the game isn’t the end of the world.”
“It is when Slytherin is losing to Hufflepuff!”