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29 November 2009 @ 03:15 pm
REPOST: Drabbles #3, #4, #5, #6, and #16-17  

As announced a while ago, here comes the first of the rant-free, fit-for-the-public-eye oldfic entries. All except the last drabble dating back from 2007, so you know where to turn to explain possible style differences from the newer stories since I hope my writing has developed in the past two years. All the early fics are Remus/Sirius, while the last one falls into the Albus/Gellert fandom already (written in August 2008). So, in chronological order:

Title: Refreshed
Pairing: Remus/Sirius (Remus's POV)
Era: OotP
Rating: SFW
Summary: At Grimmauld Place, Remus tries to give Sirius a small taste of freedom.
Notes: Originally written for remeciel who requested a fluffy OotP fic.
Disclaimer: No profit made, no copyright infringement intended. HP belongs to JKR.

Forlorn by the window, enveloped in greenish light from the downpour outside, Sirius resembles the prisoner he once was. Reality comes full circle, erasing time, blurring differences.

Still, no bars are blocking this window.

“Why don’t you open it?”

A quick glance in response, water hitting his face, Sirius leaning out slightly. And then his arms encircle Sirius’s waist as one embrace says everything his voice cannot.

“Thanks, Moony.”

He doesn’t ask what for. All he needs is to close his eyes, inhale the rainy scent of Sirius’s hair, and imagine them like this when the war is finally over.

Title: Never Closed the Window
Pairing: Remus/Sirius
Era: OotP
Rating: SFW
Summary: The next morning, Sirius is woken up by the breeze.
Disclaimer: I intend no copyright infringement and make no profit. Everything is owned by JKR.

The ancient bed is surprisingly comfortable; the blanket, though barely reaching his waist, is enough to ward off the chill that has crept in during the night. He’s resting on his side, still wavering between sleep and consciousness, when a cool breeze slithering across his skin makes him drift farther from dreamland – but not so far that he can’t burrow into the embrace he feels from behind and pretend his whole world is the nearly perfect silence, the arm slung loosely over his torso, the subtly shifting mattress...

And the kiss that caresses his shoulder suddenly, fleeting like the wind.

Title: Another Stolen Moment
Pairing: Remus/Sirius
Era: OotP (so dubbed The Open Window Arc in these three drabbles)
Rating: SFW
Summary: The same story as the previous one, only this time told from Remus's perspective as he watches Sirius waking up.
Disclaimer: I intend no copyright infringement and make no money. Everything is owned by JKR.

Sirius is an image of peace – eyes closed, lips parted, dark hair spilling over his face and fluttering minutely in the breeze. His pale body is glistening in the misty dawn, and it’s all Remus can do to resist lifting his right arm in order to run his hand over the exposed skin in silent reverence. Sirius is on the verge of awakening anyway; Remus can tell. He has stolen more quiet moments to study the former prisoner than he cares to admit.

When he finally kisses the other’s shoulder, he knows Sirius is just conscious enough to feel it.


Title: Refuge
Pairing: Remus/Sirius
Era: OotP
Rating: PG-13 to me, but possibly soft R Slightly NSFW
Summary: Brought to a place made of their own demons, Remus and Sirius need to hold on.
Disclaimer: No profit made, no copyright infringement intended. Everything is owned by JKR.

The night before full moon is marred by sharp cries and shuddering breaths. This time, it’s Sirius who lies spread on the bed like a tempting feast, too tired to be eager anymore but needing, wishing for his lover to remind him that he’s still alive. Remus isn’t gentle – he never is when the Wolf is drawing near – but Sirius hardly minds. His entire body seems to wrap itself around the other man as he closes his eyes, letting Remus quickly bring them both to completion.

They keep calling this ‘making love’, as desperate and painful as it has become.


Title: Better Left Unsaid
Pairing: Albus/Gellert implied
Rating: SFW
Word Count: 200 (double drabble)
Summary: Looking, always looking. What more is there to be said?
Disclaimer: Everything HP belongs to JKR, the song lyric is Placebo's. No profit made on my part and no copyright infringement intended.

In the shape of things to come
Too much poison come undone
'Cause there's nothing else to do
Every me and every you
Every me and every you
Every me

  ~Placebo, 'Every You, Every Me'

Better Left Unsaid

The look in his eyes is blank for a moment—then it comes into focus, and Albus almost stumbles backwards beneath it. There is no remorse in that hardened gaze, only knowledge. The kind of knowledge Albus desperately lacks, knowing that he will never gather the courage to pursue its truth in reality.

Gellert looks up from the fallen body. Looks up from the sobbing Aberforth. And quietly turns to walk away.

Albus makes no attempt to halt the inevitable—already his knees are about to give out. No use running after Gellert now. What is there to be said?


The silhouette of Nurmengard is a gloom against the sky. Albus watches it emerge from the mists; he is tired, his robes like a second skin that has been stretched beyond capacity. It is a cold evening.

Gellert— Grindelwald is finally subdued. There will be peace in Europe—until another Dark Lord comes about, but it will never be the same, not again. They are both too far gone now, the only variable being the price left for each of them to pay.

The tower traps the last flash of a familiar face, and there is nothing to be said.

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