kiki_eng: two bats investigating plants against the night sky (Default)
Title: Filth Wizard
Word Count: 174
Characters: Remus Lupin
Rating: G
Notes: This is old and the beginning of a story I don't realistically think I'm likely to finish. (I am setting it free.)

Remus could live in filth. It was not important to him that the kitchen be spotless. The ants were friendly. The cobwebs were just fine where they were, thank-you. The moths that fluttered about and somehow ended up in the shower made life more interesting.

Each day was enhanced with the knowledge that a rogue piece of cutlery might make itself known to you at any moment. Dust was inevitable; the only sensible course of action was total surrender.

Washing served only to wear out the sheets. Dirty laundry, it had been scientifically proven by Muggle scientists, was the equilibrium state of all clothing. The washing was done only, only, when there were an embarrassingly small number of clean pants remaining.

His room was as it should be. This interest on the part of others in carpeting and hardwood flooring was bizarre and tedious. His filing system was unmatched by any institution. He could always find whatever book, newspaper clipping, scroll, or any other piece of paper he was looking for. He was organised.
kiki_eng: two bats investigating plants against the night sky (Default)
Title: Plastic Deformation
Word Count: 416
Characters: Remus Lupin, Sirius Black
Rating: PG
Notes:  This has been lurking on my computer for a while.  It's un beta-ed and about  the title: yes, I am that much of a geek.
ETA: Warning for internalised homophobia.

Remus often feels betrayed by himself; when his body sprouts fur and his bones twist cruelly, thoughtlessly, scrambling his innards and those change, too, and he craves flesh and blood, ‘flesh’ because ‘meat’ will never, ever be the right word to describe that want, and again when he wakes up clawed and beaten. There is betrayal also in love, when he watches that tanned, elegant neck tilt back and that face angle up, open and laughing, teeth visible, those clever grey eyes beautiful and breath-taking and knows that he will never, ever, read in them what he wants to see.
A large hand drapes across a slender thigh and caresses, teasing. They whisper to each other, voices telling a hundred unsaid things. They move slowly; not as if they had all the time in the world, but as though there were no world. He kisses her.
It’s as though pressure is being clinically applied to all surfaces of his heart with a view of discovering the yield point. In that moment Remus hates himself.
There’s trust in friendship Remus knows. More than that comfort, that in-your-skin feeling that being with true, trusted, friends brings, it’s also being able to ask anything, answer anything. It’s knowing; that you are safe, that no one would take from you what you would not give.
Remus remembers a large sienna-coloured freckle just below Sirius’ collarbone. This, he thinks, is why queers get beaten up in dingy public lavatories
He tries to forget it, to bury it, but it’s rather like trying to bury the moon; his love of Sirius has woven its way into the fabric of his life in all sorts of ways and cannot be gotten out without causing the whole of it to unravel. Noticing the way Sirius’ voice tilts when he banters with James, or how he drums his fingers both ways instead of just the one like most when he’s waiting is habit, loving Sirius is like some horrible twisted habit that he can not break.
So he watches, hating himself for it, thinking that perhaps one day it will suddenly strike him that he no longer watches, that he no longer notices, that he is free. Sirius smiles at him from across the table, lips pulled back to reveal impossibly white teeth and eyes glinting softly in the torchlight and it strikes Remus that perhaps one day the muggles will crown him their King and he shall never have to worry about money again.
kiki_eng: two bats investigating plants against the night sky (Jack)
Written for challenge 213 over at [ profile] snape100 : Libraries.  (Shock.)

Title: Clairvoyant
Rating: PG
Word Count: 100
Disclaimer:  I don't own people.
Notes )

“Walk a bit more into the light, Severus.”
“You’re a ghost, what on earth do you need with light?”
“Might well find out some day, mightn’t you? Books and dust and bitterness, or chocolate, music, and melancholy. Very loyal, aren’t you? You just might never leave.”
“I might if you’d let me find my book”
“Oh, you’re going to be helpful now, are you?”
“It helps pass the time. Author?”
“Hmm... Something about werewolves?”
“Excellent choice.”
“I’m glad you approve.”
“Won’t be a moment. Music, I think, Severus.”
“There will be music.”
“And chocolate, presumably.”


Jan. 20th, 2008 03:38 pm
kiki_eng: two bats investigating plants against the night sky (Default)
Written in response to the prompt over at [profile] sirius_remus100 - not a proper drabble, not looked over too much, and therefore not submitted (again).

Title: Change
Word Count: 185
Challenge: change
Characters: Remus Lupin, Sirius Black
Rating: PG-13 (language)
Disclaimer: I come in peace and mean no harm.  (Please don't take me to your leader.)

It starts off on a January morning. The room is cold, colder than usual. There’s a bit of pale sunlight coming through the window but it doesn’t hold any warmth.
The bed’s awash with blankets and a man covered like some poor wooden trellis by the ivy that’s his dearest friend is staring off into space.
When does the laughter become routine, practiced, rehearsed? Every motion, every gesture, every speech an act? It’s like the eye of a hurricane, he thinks, chaos all around us, but not a sound, not a breeze within. It’s like having high tea in a war zone. Very British. Very proper.
..and Moony is very proper, for all of his quirks, all of his fur, all of his neuroses. We read a paper together, drink red wine at our married friends’ flat, fuck, while everyone’s afraid.
I want to scream. I want to yell. I want to fight. I want to run away. I want to do anything but come home from work each night, walk into the kitchen, and kiss Remus on the cheek. I want things to change.
kiki_eng: two bats investigating plants against the night sky (Default)
Written in response to the weekly challenge over at [community profile] snape100 .

Snape's PoA era list
Challenge: #203: Snape's List
Pairing: Snape/Lupin
Word Count: 100
Rating: PG

-make sure boy-who-lived not killed through own stupidity and/or by evil dark lord/minions
-attempt to penetrate thick skulls of dunderheaded students with something approaching learning
-ensure mangy werewolf does not eat people
-win bet with Minerva this year re: House Cup
-avoid Albus’ sadistic match-making attempts
-watch customarily evil DADA teacher to ascertain extent of collaboration with homicidal escaped convict
-avoid seduction attempts by sick, twisted, evil werewolf almost certainly in league with escaped convict
-gouge Albus’ twinkling blue eyes out with sugar spoon from tea set
-continue stalking werewolf for good of society
-bring justice to wrongdoers
-inflict revenge
kiki_eng: two bats investigating plants against the night sky (Default)
Written in response to the weekly challenge over at [profile] sirius_remus100 and not submitted on account of not being up to snuff.

Title: Is it normal?
Word Count: 100
Challenge: normal
Characters: implied (Remus Lupin, Sirius Black)
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I am neither a published author nor a corporation.  I profess ownership of nothing, except that which resides in my mind.

Should I be terrified when you tell me that you like my patchwork shirt? Frightened when you support all my half drawn plans and plots? Startled when you tell me that you like my hair that way? Shocked when you mention that you were thinking earlier today, that I would make an excellent prefect? Should I be worried when I see you, everywhere approving, cutting up your own shirt and asking me about books? Should I think you’re trying to seduce me, when we go on a kitchen raid and the last piece of chocolate is mine? 
Because I am. 


Sep. 26th, 2007 02:05 pm
kiki_eng: two bats investigating plants against the night sky (Default)
Title: Guarding
Word Count: 100
Characters: Remus Lupin, Severus Snape
 Rating: G
Disclaimer:  JK and I have ideological differences.

There’s a silence seeping out from under the door as Severus passes the empty office on his rounds. It has the echo of jazz in it, a careless smile and laughing eyes.
Several decades ago a young charms teacher tried to move into it, but soon changed her mind, said that she couldn’t keep an office that expected her to know who Benny Goodman was, and he could hear Remus chiding him for it, amused.
It’s a small footnote in “Hogwarts: A History”, but there’s a story told in the Lupin family, about an office in Hogwarts with a guardian.
kiki_eng: two bats investigating plants against the night sky (Jack)
Written for the weekly challenge over at [profile] sirius_remus100 

Title: Shakespeare
Word Count: 100
Challenge: sleep
Characters: Remus Lupin, Sirius Black, Mad-Eye Moody
 Rating: G
Disclaimer:  "All property is theft."

Remus reads Shakespeare in his spare time. He seems to worry at the thin little volumes that he finds in the muggle section of the library, slowly digesting things, turning them over and around, internally and out, until he’s satisfied that he’s wrung every possible nuance from each phrase and word before he moves on to the next.
Sirius thinks that Moony must have the complete works memorised, line for line, because he knows that he does, without ever having read them.
Mad-Eye tells him, after Azkaban, that he mumbles them in his sleep. “Just the tragedies, though,” he says.
kiki_eng: two bats investigating plants against the night sky (Jack)
Title: "pain is orange"
Word Count: 101
Characters: Sirius Black, Peter Pettigrew
 Rating: PG
Disclaimer:  Socks I possess in copious amounts, copyrights... not so much.  (Of course, by law what I've just written is also copyright so this is perhaps better phrased as:  "profitable copyrights.")  The title's from an old Smithsonian article by Susan Hornik published in February of 2001.  {You can read a snippet of it online, actually - it's about synesthesia (condition where a stimulus leads to a v. different sense, i.e. hearing a specific key leads to sensing a specific colour) and quite interesting - here:  [I'd also rec. going through your (or someone else's) archives and finding the article.]}  The other familiar bits are JK's.

Walking back to the dorms Sirius stopped before the staircase and Peter took a few steps more before he looked back and glanced quickly between Sirius and the Ravenclaw he was bending an ear to.   He made a quick, almost silent “oh” of understanding, and said, “I’ll see you two later, then.”
While Peter headed up the stairs Sirius took the girl’s hand, led her into a nearby corridor, and sat down. They talked quietly, flirting comfortably with each other, and Sirius thought, this is so wrong. This is so boring, ran his hand gently along her arm, and kissed her.
kiki_eng: two bats investigating plants against the night sky (Tennant)
Posted to [profile] sirius_remus100

Title: A Small Piece of Metal
Word Count: 100
Challenge: Keys
Characters: Remus Lupin, Sirius Black, Peter Pettigrew
 Rating: PG
Disclaimer:  Shameless thievery for no material gain.

The problem, Remus reflected, with a secret relationship was that there was very little proof of its existence. Which was fine, really, except for those moments when you wonder if you’re just imagining it all.
“...and never, Peter, never, give them a key, or warding access, or, or- they’ll start getting ideas,” Sirius slurred drunkenly as Peter looked on in horror. “They’ll think you want it to be permanent.”
Remus blinked.
Dressing, Remus shimmied into his trousers, and froze. He reached wonderingly into his pocket and pulled out a small piece of metal that hadn’t been there before.


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