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Fri, 31 Aug 2007 10:01:59 GMT

Requested Fic!
For: black_fury!
Title: Only Fleur
Involving: Bill, mentions of Fleur and the Weasleys
Word Count: 241
Rating: PG

The mirror was quiet nowadays as he stared at his scarred, ugly reflection now. It no longer uttered cheekily My, what a handsome laddie! at him, or told him to just adjust his collar slightly and he’d be perfect. It was almost ironic, Bill mused, that the mirror’s silence was characteristic of his entire family. His mother’s eyes filled with tears whenever she looked at him and she always hurried off to ‘do something’. His father’s eyes were grim and he clapped Bill on the shoulder more often than was really necessary. His brothers… well, his brothers eyes were shaded as he caught them giving him those quick, sly looks that they thought he wouldn’t notice. It was his body that was scarred, not his observance or intelligence! Even more telling, the twins didn’t mock him at all for his scars, not even once.

Only Fleur, his beautiful, gorgeous Fleur still looked at him with that self-same love and warmth in her lovely eyes as she did before. Only Fleur, whom everyone had assumed would flee from his scarred face and marred good looks, stood by him devoted and proud. She didn’t shy away from him, she kissed his scars and touched his face with gentle hands. Her beauty was more than enough to compensate for his failings after all, he supposed with a wry twist to his lips.

They should all be ashamed of daring to assume she would do otherwise.

WARNING: DH SPOILERS!

Tue, 28 Aug 2007 10:34:24 GMT

The last In-House contest for Hufflepuff over at hogwartsishome was about weddings. The prompt was: Write a paragraph about the wedding of the fan pairing of your choice. It can be whatever you want it to be, as long as it's in character. I wrote a Tonks/Remus, and didn't realise that it'd count as a spoiler for DH (lulz I am liek so clevar!) so it got disqualified. But I like it! So I'm posting it here as a little drabble-ish thing.

Title: Reality
Involving: Tonks and Remus
Word Count: 193
Rating: G
Prompt Given: Write a paragraph about the wedding of the fan pairing of your choice.

Weddings were supposed to be perfect. They were supposed to be full of smiling faces and admiring glances at the glowing bride and proud groom. It was supposed to be a time for families, for friends, for happiness, for congratulations. She was never a girly girl, but she’d always envisaged a room chock full of people, her father’s proud look and her mother in a big hat. She’d even imagined Remus all dressed up although she knew that they couldn’t afford anything fancy.

Reality was hard sometimes. Her wedding wasn’t perfect. It was hardly even a wedding, if she let herself admit that. The love of her life was unwilling and worried and his bottom lip was torn to shreds by the end of the marriage ceremony. Her smile was forced and she didn’t even have a wedding dress. There was no huge family gathering, no brilliantly coloured conjured flowers, no cooing doves or sparkling champagne.

She couldn’t let herself be disappointed. This is what she had pushed for, after all, what she had persuaded Remus into with every trick she knew. But sometimes, late at night, she looked back and... wished

Sat, 18 Aug 2007 19:20:47 GMT

Requested Fic!
For: nailedcasket!
Title: Manipulation
Involving: Sirus, Remus and Severus
Word Count: 580
Rating: Uhm. R? Well, probably not that bad. But implications of sex and some very mild smut/bondage.
Prompt Given: Midnight

Remus awoke muzzily to find himself alone in the huge bed. It was dark, and when he fumbled for his wand to cast a Tempus spell he found it was close to midnight. As he became a little more awake, he heard the raised voices from downstairs and groaned loudly. Sirius and Severus were arguing again and this time they hadn’t even chosen a decent time of day to do it in. Putting his head under the pillow, Remus tried to ignore them. A sudden crash from downstairs followed by an outbreak of even more shouting made him a little anxious, however, and grumbling he pulled his dressing gown on roughly and stomped downstairs. Throwing open the door of the kitchen, he stormed in to find Snape bent backwards half over the table with Sirius’ hands around his neck, apparently about to strangle him. Snape’s wand was pointed straight at Sirius’ head whereas Sirius had seemingly abandoned his in favour of a more physical approach.

“What the hell is going on?!” Remus cried in an exasperated tone. Shaking his head, he turned away. “Actually, forget it. If you two can’t stop squabbling like first years then I’m just going to leave you to it and go somewhere else.” It was rather obviously an empty threat – where was Remus going to stay, and especially at this time of night? But it had the required effect and the other two men separated and looked as sheepish as their expressions ever got – in Sirius’ case a well practised adorable look full of charm and regret, whilst Severus merely relaxed his sneer a little and shifted on his feet.

Sidling over, Sirius slid his arms around the werewolf, inside the loosely-tied dressing gown, his hands stroking over the bare skin. “I’m sorry Moony…” he whispered in his ear and kissed his neck with a very credible look of penitence. “How about I help you get back to sleep?” A slightly less innocent look had crept into those brown eyes as Sirius’ hands caressed Remus’ stomach. With a noise that sounded a little like “Harrumph!”, however, Severus had spoken up. “Oh yes, pretend to be sorry to get sex, why don’t you Black? Very Gryffindor.” he sneered at them both. Sirius turned to him with a snarl, but Remus was quicker. With a quick couple of spells, Severus was lying flat on his back, bound to the kitchen table with soft ties and a gag in his mouth.

Standing over him, Remus pulled back the Potion Master’s collar and licked at his collarbone before biting down hard in punishment. “Now don’t be jealous, Severus, there’s plenty enough of me for both of you.” Loosening the gag, he leant down and drew Severus into a deep kiss before he could retort, his tongue probing deeply into the welcoming mouth beneath him. Growling softly at this sight, Sirius came over to join them, his squabbles with Severus forgotten as he stroked one hand slowly up the bound man’s leg while he pressed kisses all over Remus’ back at the same time. “We’ll be good, Moony,” the Marauder promised. “Won’t we Severus?” Snape nodded eagerly, his hips unconsciously jerking upwards a little as his two lovers’ hands met at his groin and both squeezed lightly there.

Untying Severus with a hasty wave of his wand, Remus smiled to himself in triumph as he led his two now compliant lovers upstairs to the bed. Sometimes they were just too easy.

Sat, 18 Aug 2007 11:13:36 GMT

The view of Our Lady and the English Martyrs Church, Cambridge, from Downing College. It's taken with my sister's camera, which is a lot better than my own. I wants one!

Thu, 02 Aug 2007 19:42:14 GMT

Requested Fic!
For: vorpaleris!
Title: Sometimes It Just Takes A Friend
Involving: James and Peter
Word Count: 591
Rating: PG? I dunno. I suck at rating fics.
Prompt Given: Hero

James dismounted from his broom and threw it away from him angrily. Flying had always been able to work before, why the hell wasn’t it helping now? Flinging himself down onto the grass, he curled his fingers angrily into the soft grass. Goddamnit, why did Sirius have to be so stupid? Didn’t the silly git realise that he couldn’t just let Snape be killed? No matter how greasy and slimy and bloody assholeish he was?

In his frustration, James had failed to notice Peter coming out of the main door and jumped a little when the smaller boy sat down next to him. “Merlin, Peter, don’t do that!” Peter gave a nervous smile and mumbled an apology. James didn’t seem all that inclined to talk, appearing much more interested in wrenching up fistfuls of grass and throwing them away with a mulish look on his face. Anger surged through him, righteous anger at doing the right thing and finding himself mocked and ignored for it.

Putting a gentle hand on James’ arm, Peter stilled his angry movements. “James.” He paused, unsure of how to proceed. “Why don’t you come back to the common room?”

Apparently this was not the right thing to say. Radiating anger, James turned on him. “Oh yeah? What, so Sirius can tell me that I’m... what did he say?... a great Slytherin-loving, fun-hating, party-pooping buffoon who can’t appreciate a good joke? Or so that Moony can run up to dormitory and refuse to speak to anyone again? Or how about so that we can all sit around in awkward silence and pretend that someone didn’t nearly DIE?” He paused, his chest heaving. “Oh yeah, Wormtail. That sounds fun.” Even to Peter, who could be rather slow, the sarcasm was evident and he flinched.

Peter sighed, and as his hand was still on James’ arm he squeezed it gently. “You know Sirius will come round. He’s just angry because he’s feeling so guilty.” James’ eyes widened at this insight from Peter, of all people, but shook his head sadly. “I just can’t believe that he’s angry with me for saving Snape’s life!” he exclaimed. “Doesn’t he know what might’ve happened?” Peter felt a surge of affection for his hero at the look of mingled exasperation and wry amusement on James’ face. Amiably, he remarked “Well, I think it was really brave of you. Heroic, really.”

James smiled at him. He could never resist a plumping of his ego, and Peter really was quite sweet to say so. Throwing an arm around his pudgy friend, he leaned against him, taking comfort in the warm solidness of his body. “Thanks, Wormy. What would we do without you?” Turning to look at Peter, James sucked in a breath at the look in his friend’s eyes. Peter’s words were almost whispered as he leant in to be close to James. “It really was the right thing to do, Prongs.” A breath passed, and later neither of them could remember which one had leant in to the other. Perhaps it was both of them, but one thing was certain – they both remembered the clumsy kiss that followed, the sweet fumble of their lips together, hands awkwardly touching.

Leaning back, Peter’s eyes were full of their old nervousness. He’d always admired James, but had he gone too far this time? James spoke, relieving his fears. “So flying didn’t help – but that certainly did!” And leaning in again, he captured Peter’s lips in a kiss that was full of the confidence that Peter admired so much.

I hope you like it, Jenna!

Thu, 02 Aug 2007 15:04:26 GMT

This is just something to get this journal rolling before I get started with the requested fics.

Bramble on Christmas Day '06. She doesn't much like posing for photos, hence her rather resigned look XD.