Scarves and Hats

[Repost] Soundtrack: Autumn's Monologue

Sun, 23 Sep 2007 05:05:04 GMT

Title: Autumn's Monologue
Author: amberlynne
Rating: PG-13
~~Word~~ Song Count: 17
Feedback: Is like mulled wine for my soul.
Note: I created this almost two years ago and I recently got another request to reupload the zip file, so I thought I'd post it again. Fall is just around the corner, so maybe this will get everyone in the mood! As always, let me know if it expires and I'll reup it again. :)

1. Beautiful things can come out of the dark - Azure Ray
Someone else’s boy, though your life has been short / You’ve seen more pain than most of us know /If you make it through this, vacuum up the mess / Smile to yourself, lying on your nice new clean floor

2. Rebel Prince - Rufus Wainwright
Oh I can see him now / Though it's so far away / Amongst the roving crowd / Going the other way / Confounded anger burning with love for me

3. Jealous of your cigarette - Hawksley Workman
I'm jealous of your cigarette / And all the things you do with it / I'm jealous of your cigarette / And how you wanna suck on it

4. What I'm trying to say - Stars
You look so good in the shoes of an outcast / I kissed your throat every time they said it wouldn't last

5. Be still my heart - The Postal Service
And I thought, be still my heart / This could be a brand new start, with you / And it will be clear / If I wake up and you're still here with me in the morning

6. Red right ankle - The Decembrists
And how it whispered “Oh, adhere to me / For we are bound by symmetry / And whatever differences our lives have been / We together make a limb”

7. You will you will - Snow Patrol (Bright Eyes cover)
You are the reoccurring kind / You never really leave my mind / Are you the love of my lifetime

8. The game of who needs who the worst - Cursive
The players, disguised as the lovers / The best friend / A game of who needs who the worst

9. There is a boy who never goes out - The Lucksmiths
I’m trying not to be so antisocial / Truth be told, I’m not entirely hopeful / I’ve woken up on one too many floors / But my favourite was yours

10. It's not the fall that hurts - The Caesars
I never learned just get up and go on / Until I'm just knocked right off of my feet / But it's not the fall that hurts / It's when you hit the ground

11. Being simple - The Judybats
Hearts cannot be broken, they're small squishy things / They don't break like glass but they bruise easily

12. Autumn's monologue - From Autumn to Ashes
Here I'm pinned between darkness and light / Bleached and blinded by these nights / where I'm tossing and tortured 'til dawn / by you, visions of you then you're gone

13. No blue sky - The Thorns
It ain't right / Feels like forever / So many changes, I stopped keeping score / But if you want me, you know where I will be / I don't get out much anymore

14. What happens when the heart just stops - The Frames
You see I'm feeling everything / Nothing gets by / There is a hollow in my chest / The time I won't forget

15. Here's where the story ends - The Sundays
It's that little souvenir of a terrible year which makes my eyes feel sore / Oh, I never should have said, the books that you read were all I loved you for

16. I am yours - Tracy Chapman
When voices call me / To question my faith / When misperception / Taints my love with hate / I am yours / If you are mine

17. Never give all the heart - The Cheiftains (from the poem Never Give All The Heart by WB Yeats)
And who could play it well enough / If deaf and dumb and blind with love / He that made this knows all the cost / For he gave all his heart and lost

Zip file of all tracks

Day 21: Boundary Lines

Thu, 28 Jun 2007 16:11:19 GMT

Because it's never really too late to read fic, right? Right? ;D ~~Even if it's over half a year late.~~

Title: Boundary Lines

Genre: Post-Azkaban angst

Rating: PG

Prompt: # 21

"He tries to understand, he really does, but most nights all Sirius can register is that he is desperate for the reassurance of a body wrapped around his own, and across the hall, he can hear Remus shivering."

Wed, 10 Jan 2007 06:14:45 GMT

Title: A Disenchanting Silence
Rating: PG13
A/N: One-shot number 18 of "All Things Point Home in Old October</i>, my collection of scarvesnhats for 2006. Too bad I'm super behind, haha. Pleasepleaseplease read/review!
There hasn't been any sunshine for three days. Clouds have blanketed the skies, allowing only a dull shine to pierce through. Sirius isn't fond of the clouds; night comes earlier when the sun doesn't shine. Night comes earlier when the sun doesn't shine and Remus is out later, until Sirius is drooping over his coffee, too tired to speak to Remus in the darkest hour before dawn.

Days 4, 5, and 10 (mysteriously recovered!)

Wed, 03 Jan 2007 22:22:44 GMT

So I was cleaning up my computer files in the spirit of New Year's organization, and I came across these three mysterious ficlets that I wrote for scarvesnhats back in October and never posted. I have no idea why I never posted them, but it seems silly not to share them now. Although given that it's now January, sharing them might actually be sillier. Ah well.

Title: Fade
Fandom: HP; Remus/Sirius, Autumn 1981
Word Count: 545
Prompt: Day 4 (but not really), here.
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: They don't belong to me, although I take full responsibility for mopeyness and improbable sexual positions. In hindsight, I can sort of see why I didn't post this one, despite the good bits.

Fade

Remus is in Melbourne when the leaves begin to change. He knows, even with the flowers blooming around him, because Sirius breaks all the rules to send him an owl. All the note says is "come home," but in the space around the crisp black letters Remus can feel the wind rising, cold and sharp and apple-scented against his skin.

----

Sirius greets him at the door. "I've missed you, Moony."

Remus is exhausted. He has been on the road for months, seeking out werewolves and vampires, demons and night-creatures in the back alleys of Bucharest and Prague and Cape Town and Tokyo. He has nothing to show for his part in this war, except for the secrets he can't tell his friends.

"I've missed you, too," he says, and lets Sirius pull him inside.

----

They fuck without speaking, quiet even in the empty flat. Words are too dangerous, too likely to be lies. Instead of speaking, they touch.

Remus works his mouth along Sirius's spine, licking circles against each vertebra, nibbling on his shoulder blades. Sirius is too thin, glorious skin tight against his bones. There's a new scar along his left side; Remus traces it with his tongue and Sirius shivers, bends, rolls until Remus is beneath him.

His hands land on Sirius's hips and hold, but Sirius slips out of his grasp, leans down to flutter his lips across Remus's stomach. Remus gasps, breathless, and then Sirius's mouth is on his cock and he can't breathe at all.

"Wait - " But Sirius doesn't, so Remus twists until he can steady himself on Sirius's shoulder and wrap his fingers around Sirius's cock.

Sirius cries out, muffled against skin, and then they’re moving, half rhythm and half desperation. Remus’s fingers dance, and stroke, and squeeze as Sirius’s mouth slides down Remus’s cock to suck him in.

The angle is awful, pretzel-twisted, but they know this. They know each other's bodies like they know that the leaves change in September, like they know that the nights get longer, and the wind gets colder, and they need more blankets on the bed.

"Sirius - " Remus moans, hungry and honest, and then he is coming down Sirius's throat, and Sirius is coming in his hand, and they are sobbing, arching, twirling, falling.

----

Much later, they lie tangled together on the bed, grey and shadowed in the early-morning light. Remus's long-neglected sheets smell of dust and leaves.

"How did you know I was coming home?" Remus asks.

Sirius shrugs, languid against the dark sheets. "I didn't. I hoped."

They don't ask many questions, because they can't give many answers. Everything they say is questionable, but sometimes everything they don’t say is worse.

"I couldn't miss autumn," he murmurs against Sirius's mouth, and that much is true. Autumn is their time, nostalgia-tinged with love and memories.

"Cider," Sirius says absently.

"What?"

"There's cider in the kitchen, and apples, and cheese." Sirius drops a kiss on Remus's chin, and sits up. "You didn't think I'd forget?"

Remus's weariness is slipping away, red-feathered in the cold. "I love you," he says, and Sirius smiles.

It isn’t enough, but for the moment, with the leaves golden against the window and a fire in the hearth, they can pretend.

----

Title: Laundry Day
Fandom: HP; Marauders, vaguely Remus/Sirius
Word Count: 244
Prompt: Day 5, here.
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: They don't belong to me.

Laundry Day

"Have you seen my shirt?" James calls from the bathroom.

Remus leans over the edge of his bed to gaze under James's. "It's not under your bed, if that's what you mean."

"Which shirt?" Peter yells back.

James, wrapped in a towel and dripping wet, stalks back into the room. "My good shirt. The one without the stains on the collar or the holes in the cuffs or the ink on the elbow."

"Oh, you mean my shirt." Sirius emerges from his bed curtains, fully dressed, James's shirt snug on his broader shoulders.

"Sirius!" James shouts, and tackles him, towel slipping and water droplets flying.

Peter rolls his eyes. "James, you're getting your shirt wet." James grunts, pinning Sirius to the floor.

"By no means stop the show on my account," Remus remarks, "but you might want to fix that towel before someone gets the wrong impression."

Sirius and James stare at each other, and then James rolls off him, pulling the towel tight around his waist. "Sorry, mate."

James shirt is damp and too-small, buttons open at Sirius's his throat. He stretches, revealing a line of stomach, and Remus swallows hard. "It's perfectly alright," Sirius drawls, "but I'm keeping your shirt. It deserves better than Evans."

James is about to roll over and punch him again, but Remus clears his throat. "Is it really impossible for all of us to get dressed in the morning without incident?"

"Yes." Sirius says, and sits up.

----

Title: Drink The Moon
Fandom: HP; Remus/Sirius
Word Count: 185
Prompt: Day 10, here.
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: They don't belong to me.

Drink The Moon

"I want to give you the moon," Sirius says dreamily against his shoulder.

Remus looks down at their tangled limbs, all grey-silver in the moonlight. It's two days past the full, and Remus is still weary, and aching, and scarred.

"Why?"

Sirius traces a hand along Remus's body, pausing to caress each bandage. "I hate it when you're hurt."

"I hurt less, now." It's not strictly true, but his changes are easier these days, the wolf more stable now that he has comrades.

"You should have everything." Sirius is more impassioned, suddenly, loud in the silent room. "I want to give you everything that you can't have."

"Shhh," Remus murmurs, but it's just reflex. Peter is a heavy sleeper, and James is with Lily.

"The moon belongs to you," Sirius says, but he's quieter now, sitting up to look at Remus, his naked skin silvered through the half-open curtains.

Remus gazes back. "You belong to me."

In the moonlight, Sirius's eyes are eclipsed and dark. He is bottomless, and Remus is lost. "That's what I mean," he says, and leans down to kiss Remus goodnight.

Day 11: "Going Home, 1977"

Wed, 20 Dec 2006 04:46:26 GMT

Title: Going Home, 1977
Rating: PG(-13?)
Summary: Seventh year has come to a close, and Remus struggles with the idea of leaving home. Sirius/Remus For scarvesnhats Day 9
Disclaimer: A certain pink-haired someone wouldn't steal her cousin's boyfriend if I owned Harry Potter. Which is to say, I do not.
Warnings: Implied slash, hangovers due to Marauder Partying, terrible ending
Author's Notes: Look at me! Day 11! That just leaves . . . twenty days to go. *sigh* I'll get there eventually.
Previous Days: 1|2|3|4|5|6|7|8|9|10

( Remus looked back at Sirius. He noticed the dip of shadows into his mouth and the gleam of his tongue just within. Sirius had a nice mouth. )

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Day 10: "Dreams and What Comes After"

Sun, 10 Dec 2006 21:33:33 GMT

Title: Dreams and What Comes After
Rating: R-ish
Summary: What we want and what we get are two different things, but there are other ways to fulfillment. Sirius/Remus. For scarvesnhats Day 10.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter definitely doesn't belong to me. If it did, I really doubt I'd have to worry about U.S. History homework. Gah.
Warnings: Male/male sex (not terribly graphic, but still there). Long sentences. A wee bit of angst.
Author's Note: A long time ago, I said that "Feedback will win you pr0n." This is me making good on that promise. XD Also, this is exactly two months late, but I did manage to write it all today. I'm slowly catching up. Sort of. We'll see.
Previous Days: 1|2|3|4|5|6|7|8|9

( Their hands and lips are so hot that it may as well be summer. )

Sometimes, when a reader and a writer love each other very, very much, feedback is born.

Day 9: "I Would Like To"

Sun, 10 Dec 2006 20:03:39 GMT

Fandom: Harry Potter
Title: I Would Like To
Rating: PG
Summary: Sometimes a gap can't be bridged. Sirius/Remus. For scarvesnhats Day 9.
Warnings: Angst. Doing complete disservice to a fabulous prompt. Angst. Allusions to violence. Did I mention angst?
Author's Note: Well, this is only two months late. And I know I fail completely, don't worry. Nevertheless, the wonderful and amazing old_light inspired me to try to finish up scarvesnhats, even though it'll probably be next October by the time I finish. *headdesk* I really am quite sorry.
Previous Days: 1|2|3|4|5|6|7|8

( He could still remember being thirteen and astounded by the archways and darkness and the cold eyes of Sirius’s family. )

Your mom loves feedback. And so do I. <3

Sat, 09 Dec 2006 23:19:22 GMT

Author: Me! (old_light)
Story: First Snow. (How imaginative!)
Rating: PG
Pairing: Remus/Sirius, mention of James/Lily
Words: 691
Summary: The first snowfall, 1978.
Disclaimer: Roses are red,
All flowers rot,
Joanne K Rowling
Is someone I'm not.
Notes: Day 12 of scarvesnhats. (I'm getting there!)

Linky.

Fri, 08 Dec 2006 16:19:59 GMT

Author: Me! (old_light)
Story: Returning Love.
Rating: PG.
Pairing: Remus/Sirius
Words: 659
Summary: AUish. Sirius returning, post-ootp. Remus POV.
Disclaimer: Roses are red,
All flowers rot,
Joanne K Rowling
Is someone I'm not.
Notes: Day 10 of scarvesnhats. And lo, I continue to be rubbish at catching up!

Linky!

Prompt 22 - Ghosts

Tue, 05 Dec 2006 22:18:46 GMT

Yes, I know. It's quite late. ;)

Title: Transparent
Genre: Drabble (62 words), Angst
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: If it were all up to me, fictional drapery would be against the law.

"His skin is silk-smooth, paper-thin and fragile like the twilight haze."

Sun, 03 Dec 2006 03:02:19 GMT

Author: Me! (old_light)
Story: Into The Darkness.
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Remus/Sirius, contemplation of Sirius/other
Words: 634
Summary: A train journey back from an Order mission. Sirius sleeps, Remus ~~angsts~~ thinks.
Disclaimer: Roses are red,
All flowers rot,
Joanne K Rowling
Is someone I'm not.
Notes: scarvesnhats Day 11. Yes...I'm behind. But this is me catching up! Look at me go! Yeah!

Linky.

Day 30 and 31

Mon, 20 Nov 2006 18:29:30 GMT

Title: Ask
Author: buckle_berry
Rating: PG-13 for language
Length: 1543 words
Era: MWPP - 5th Year at Hogwarts
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Author's note: It is the end! I’ve been trying all the way through not to elide the prompts, but I’ve ended up doing it here. The last prompt was really melancholy, and I was reluctant to end it that way, so I thought the penultimate prompt might even it out a bit.

Anyway, I am delighted that it is finished, and should say a final thank you to all the lovely people who have left all the lovely comments all the way through, especially magnetic_pole, and tarteaucitron, despite the hedgehog pov.
Prompt: 30 and NATURE repairs her ravages,—repairs them with her sunshine, and with human labor. The desolation wrought . . . had left little visible trace on the face of the earth. . . . [A]utumn was rich in golden cornstacks, rising in thick clusters among the distant hedgerows; the wharves and warehouses on the Floss were busy again, with echoes of eager voices, with hopeful lading and unlading.

And every man and woman mentioned in this history was still living, except those whose end we know.

Nature repairs her ravages, but not all. The uptorn trees are not rooted again; the parted hills are left scarred; if there is a new growth, the trees are not the same as the old, and the hills underneath their green vesture bear the marks of the past rending. To the eyes that have dwelt on the past, there is no thorough repair.

Dorlcote Mill was rebuilt. And Dorlcote churchyard—where the brick grave that held a father whom we know, was found with the stone laid prostrate upon it . . . —had recovered all its grassy order and decent quiet.

Near that brick grave there was a tomb erected, very soon after . . . for two bodies that were found in close embrace; and it was visited at different moments by two men who both felt that their keenest joy and keenest sorrow were forever buried there.

One of them visited the tomb again with a sweet face beside him; but that was years after.

The other was always solitary. His great companionship was among the trees of the Red Deeps, where the buried joy seemed still to hover, like a revisiting spirit.

The tomb bore the names of [those who had died], and below the names it was written,— “In their death they were not divided.”

~ George Eliot, Conclusion: The Mill on the Floss

He is filled with good intentions, but often finds his trips to the library are ambushed and redirected into trips to the owlery. He does not complain.

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Day 29

Sun, 19 Nov 2006 00:51:28 GMT

Title: Oscillate Wildly
Author: buckle_berry
Rating: PG-13 for language
Length: 1440 words
Era: MWPP - 5th Year at Hogwarts
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Author's note: Chatting in the shack. God, these summaries have really lost any point whatsoever. But look -- only two prompts to go!
Prompt: Upon a mellow autumn day, about noon, when the ground was perfumed by fallen leaves, and many more, in beautiful tints of yellow, red, and brown, yet hung upon the trees, through which the sun was shining, I arrived at Highgate. I walked the last mile, thinking as I went along of what I had to do; and left the carriage that had followed me all through the night, awaiting orders to advance

The house, when I came up to it, looked just the same. Not a blind was raised; no sign of life was in the dull paved court, with its covered way leading to the disused door. The wind had quite gone down, and nothing moved.

~ Charles Dickens, David Copperfield

‘I’ve got a good feeling about this place, boys. I think we’ll all be very happy here.’

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Day 28

Fri, 17 Nov 2006 22:16:03 GMT

Title: Back to the Old House
Author: buckle_berry
Length: 700 words. Ish.
Era: MWPP - 5th Year at Hogwarts
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Author's note: Sirius gets his way.
Prompt: Autumn is truly a time of transition for beekeepers. Ideally, the summer's hard work has resulted in bountiful honey harvest, and by now the bees have been prepared for the long months of winter. Reflecting on the past summer I find the common thread of intensely hot days spent in the protection of a bee suit, and this summer's uncommon thread of the reality of potentially deadly mosquito stings. That being said, I am reminded of a recent Letter to the Editor of "Bee Culture" in which a very wise beekeeper said: "... the key to being a good beekeeper is doing what needs to be done, when it needs to be done, how it needs to be done, whether you feel like it or not." So you do it meticulously when in needs to be done. But autumn's cool days and nights seem to wash away the memory of the summer's heat and already there is a certain melancholy about wrapping it all up until next spring. My last visit to the beehives left me with a particularly memorable moment. It was a cool morning when I opened the top (telescoping) cover of one of the colonies. The bees had not yet formed their winter cluster and several of them were gathered on top of the inner cover. As the daylight and the cool morning air invaded their space they lined up in a very orderly fashion and pointed their posteriors in my direction so that what I first saw was an impressive array of bee stingers. I did not take this as an unfriendly gesture, but rather as yet another opportunity to respect these remarkable little creatures - I realized at that moment that I would miss those gals over the long winter months. I could not help but smile.

~ http://medovina.com/AutumnNews.htm
James is annoyingly perspicacious. Remus averts his eyes nonetheless

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Day Fifteen: Greetings

Thu, 16 Nov 2006 17:23:41 GMT

Title: Day Fifteen: Greetings
Author: Remus J. Lupin-Black (aka cerridwen666)
Rating: PG
Summary: Sometimes the simplest of actions provides the answer.
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(Fake cut to my journal)

Tue, 14 Nov 2006 23:24:02 GMT

This started out as a fic for scarvesnhats, but due to the pressures of work I only finished it today - although I really should have been writing my essay. Funny, sitting in my college library, writing porn... :D

Title: Love You, I Do
Author: Me, nellie_darlin
Disclaimer: Not mine. Jo's.
Pairing/Characters: Remus/Sirius
Rating: R
Length: 1,500 words

Summary: Sirius loves Remus. He just doesn't know how to say it.

Warnings: Pretension. Purple prose. Angst. Soppiness. (That is, that's what you'll find if the fic hasn't worked...) Oh, and it's unbeta'd. Constructive criticism welcomed.

Love You, I Do

Link takes you to my ficjournal, ficsbynell. Crossposted here and there, because I'm a whore...

Day 27

Tue, 14 Nov 2006 01:12:34 GMT

Title: Accept Yourself
Author: buckle_berry
Rating: PG-13 for language
Length: 1004 words
Era: MWPP - 5th Year at Hogwarts
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Author's note: Sirius: he can be quite nice sometimes, honest.
Prompt: Here

There are many ways to describe Remus Lupin. “School beauty” definitely is not one of them.

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Day 26

Sun, 12 Nov 2006 11:55:33 GMT

Title: Sweet and Tender Hooligan
Author: buckle_berry
Rating: PG-13 for language
Length: 1332 words
Era: MWPP - 5th Year at Hogwarts
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Author's note: Remus comes to an important realisation which Sirius subsequently forces him to forget.
Prompt: If it be very strange and sorrowful
To scent the first night-frost in autumntide;
If on the morning eve when summer died
Men shuddered, awed to hear her burial;
And if the dissolution of one rose
(Whereof the future holds unnumbered store)
Engender human tears, - ah! how much more
Sorrows and suffers he whose scent foreknows
The weakening and the withering of a love,
The dying of a love that had been dear!
Who feels upon a hand, but late love-warm,
A hardness of indifference, like a glove;
And in the dead calm of a voice may hear
The menace of a drear and mighty storm.

~ Wilfred Owen, Autumnal

Suddenly it’s the weekend again and all he’s had time to notice is that Sirius grows stubble a lot quicker than Remus does, which is pretty surprising, considering.

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Day 25

Mon, 06 Nov 2006 10:48:22 GMT

Title: Nowhere Fast
Author: buckle_berry
Rating: PG-13 for language
Length: 1103 words
Era: MWPP - 5th Year at Hogwarts
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Author's note:what is peter pettigrew up to? here's hoping i work that out before i run out of prompts.
Prompt: Here

The last thing he needs to be doing is paying any more attention to Sirius Black, if that’s even humanly possible.

Prompt 11

Sun, 05 Nov 2006 22:15:26 GMT

Title: Photographic Memory (Prompt 11)

Genre: Mild angst of a nostalgic sort

Rating: PG

Disclaimer: Remus and Sirius are not mine. It’s a truth I often choose to forget.

Summary: Remus tries to maintain a grip on his life as it threatens to pass him by.

"He knew he couldn’t let their story go untold, lost to the oblivion of lives lived in the tear-stained blink of an eternal eye."

Homecoming Chapter 2

Sat, 04 Nov 2006 04:42:38 GMT

Series title: Homecoming
Series summary: Shortly after Sirius Black escapes from Azkaban, Remus Lupin returns to Hogwarts and comes to terms with his friend’s guilt. A bittersweet homecoming, October 1993.
Rating: PG-13 for adult themes and situations.

Chapter 2: Owl Post

Previous chapter: Dumbledore's Fool

This is the second chapter in a serial began here on scarvesnhats almost a month ago. Since October's over and I'm hopelessly behind, I'll be posting the remaining installments at my journal only. Thanks to all who participated in this community! I've enjoyed reading everyone's autumn-themed fic. Maggie

Day 24

Fri, 03 Nov 2006 19:03:02 GMT

Title: Heaven Knows I'm Miserable Now
Author: buckle_berry
Rating: G
Length: 378 words
Era: MWPP - 5th Year at Hogwarts
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Author's note: A small aside from Lily's POV. Again prompt is so gorgeous it's a shame to sully it with fic.
Prompt: Today, from a distance, I saw you
walking away, and without a sound
the glittering face of a glacier
slid into the sea. An ancient oak
fell in the Cumberlands, holding only
a handful of leaves, and an old woman
scattering corn to her chickens looked up
for an instant. At the other side
of the galaxy, a star thirty-five times
the size of our own sun exploded
and vanished, leaving a small green spot
on the astronomer's retina
as he stood on the great open dome
of my heart with no one to tell.

Ted Kooser

I don’t know why I ever thought I could trust James bloody Potter in the first place.

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Day 23

Thu, 02 Nov 2006 19:18:28 GMT

Title: A Prickly Interlude
Author: buckle_berry
Rating: G
Length: 947 words
Era: MWPP - 5th Year at Hogwarts
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Author's note: So. This part is, um, written from an unusual POV, courtesy of a suggestion from tarteaucitron when we were discussing the prompt. If you find it unbearably precious, blame her. (If you think it's great, otoh, congratulate me, naturally.)
Prompt: Here

Time for little folk to be digging in and bedding down, hiding away until the sun returns brighter and bolder.

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Day 22

Wed, 01 Nov 2006 20:31:55 GMT

Title: How Soon is Now?
Author: buckle_berry
Rating: PG-13 for swearing and snogging
Length: 1067 words
Era: MWPP - 5th Year at Hogwarts
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Author's note: more snogging. Sirius frets. Dedicated to my esteemed colleague tarteaucitron who has in no way distracted me by reading over my shoulder and criticising my typing.
Prompt: Ghosts.

Why don’t they realise it’s Sirius’s private annex?

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Fic: Home (Sirius/Remus, PG) - Days 1 & 4

Tue, 31 Oct 2006 22:47:56 GMT

Title: Home
Author: b_c_draygon
Rating: PG
Summary: "Do you want me like I want you? Do you love –?"
Disclaimer: They're not mine; if they were, their lives wouldn't suck so badly.
Prompts: Day 1 and Day 4, rolled into one. ^^

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Fake-Cut leads to my LJ. Cross-posted to scarvesnhats, remusxsirius and my LJ. (PS: I love feedback; comment and I love you! :D)

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