HP Fanfic: "Sunrise" and "Lillets", SS/RL
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raegan_1Author: Rae
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Snape/Lupin
Note: The following two stories are in no way related, though they share the same pairing and origin. Isis was kind enough to indulge me in a 'challenge' of sorts, wherein we had thirt minutes to work on two prompts. Hers is currently locked, as it's part of a longer story she's doing, but mine were complete in and of themselves, and thereby free to share. Please enjoy.
Title: Sunrise
Summary: Snape waits for the sunrise the morning after the night before.
Severus doesn't trust daylight. The sun is as fickle as any deity he has ever heard of, and as often as it hides behind clouds and rain, he has as much faith in sunlight as he does people.
The sun rises and sets, people are born and die, the world spins another turn, and he knows everything is transient and imperfect. Nothing lasts, no one stays. His life is a series of disappointments and losses, and his bitterness is the only thing he's been able to count on in years.
Yet the morning after the night before, he sits on the porch and waits for the sunrise. It's like a promise he's waiting for, a sign he can go on. Lovers are as impermanent as anything else, and yet for the first time in years, he can feel the building anticipation of hope. It unsettles his stomach and makes him wish for the sanctuary of loneliness, and yet he cannot stop himself from waiting for the promise of a bright new day, as if the human heart were as easy to decipher as inclement weather.
The sky is just beginning to brighten with the first rays of dawn when he hears the wooden smack of the door against its frame. Before the sound has truly made an imprint, arms are wrapping around him and a chin settles on his shoulder. "It's cold out here," his new lover states, emphasizing his observation by rubbing palms against his arms. "You should have put on something warm."
He wants to make a retort that he was fine until the chill in the morning air was pointed out, but he's distracted by the sun peaking over the horizon, its warm glow eliminating the cold he'd carried within him all his life. It's liberating, if only until he remembers that he doesn't trust that sunlight, but by that time, it's hard to recall his bitterness. There's a warm face tucked into the curve of his neck, warm arms around him, and the promise of a warm bed awaiting him in the house. He acknowledges that it's not the sunlight that's responsible for thawing his heart.
He's never trusted the daylight, because the warmth of the sun has never managed to reach and banish all the cold inside of him. But Lupin has always made him burn, the fire inside of him brightest when the werewolf is around, and now that it's turned from hate to something else, the flame and the ice cannot exist next to each other. One must go, and as Lupin's hands drift lower and warm more of his skin, it's not so hard to accept that the ice is no more able than anything else to exist forever.
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Title: Lillets
Summary: The Snape-Lupin household has an infestation. Started for the prompt from Isis: "The Snupin fic in which Snape and Lupin go snoopin' for somthin'." Less to do with the prompt, but...
Snape frowned and closed the closet door. He let his hand rest on the knob for a few seconds before withdrawing it, extending the hand back, and once more opening the door. The contents, unfortunately, had not changed. With a feeling of growing horror, he shut the door a second time, spun on his heel, and stalked out of the bedroom in search of his erstwhile lover.
He found Lupin in the guest bedroom, standing in stunned fascination in front of the closet door. Able to guess accurately what held the werewolf's attention, Snape strode forward and shoved hard at the door, pulling it free of Lupin's grasp and slamming it with more force than was likely necessary. The sound of it, however, was rather satisfactory, and the sudden loss of... entertainment seemed to shake Lupin from his daze.
"Severus." Lupin blinked several times before turning his head to make eye contact, and Snape could see the telltale remains of desire and enchantment in the depths of the werewolf's gaze. "We have an infestation."
"So I've noticed," Snape said dryly. He took Lupin's elbow and used light pressure on his arm to guide him out of the guest bedroom and down the hall to the kitchen. Once he'd seated Lupin at the table, since it seemed Lupin had lost all initiative to act for himself, he set about making tea. He had served them both a cup and seated himself before Lupin seemed to truly come back to himself.
"Severus, you do know what lillets are, don't you?"
Snape knew too well what the annoying pests were. For every man in the world who enjoyed living in denial, there was a lillet, ten times worse than any boggart. A wise man recognized his own fear, in order to overcome it. A boggart would have been simple. But a lillet wasn't fear, it was desire, and while a man could lie to himself, a lillet saw beyond the mind and into the heart, drawing out the greatest desire, the strongest need. Worse than the mirror of Erised, as they swarmed a house. Nearly impossible to get rid of, as the only way Snape knew to banish them was to fulfill the heart's desire.
"I was thinking, Severus, that..."
He was both a genius and a potions master, and yes, he could make the potion, but what on earth would they do with children until they were old enough to send to school and torture someone else?
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Snape/Lupin
Note: The following two stories are in no way related, though they share the same pairing and origin. Isis was kind enough to indulge me in a 'challenge' of sorts, wherein we had thirt minutes to work on two prompts. Hers is currently locked, as it's part of a longer story she's doing, but mine were complete in and of themselves, and thereby free to share. Please enjoy.
Title: Sunrise
Summary: Snape waits for the sunrise the morning after the night before.
Severus doesn't trust daylight. The sun is as fickle as any deity he has ever heard of, and as often as it hides behind clouds and rain, he has as much faith in sunlight as he does people.
The sun rises and sets, people are born and die, the world spins another turn, and he knows everything is transient and imperfect. Nothing lasts, no one stays. His life is a series of disappointments and losses, and his bitterness is the only thing he's been able to count on in years.
Yet the morning after the night before, he sits on the porch and waits for the sunrise. It's like a promise he's waiting for, a sign he can go on. Lovers are as impermanent as anything else, and yet for the first time in years, he can feel the building anticipation of hope. It unsettles his stomach and makes him wish for the sanctuary of loneliness, and yet he cannot stop himself from waiting for the promise of a bright new day, as if the human heart were as easy to decipher as inclement weather.
The sky is just beginning to brighten with the first rays of dawn when he hears the wooden smack of the door against its frame. Before the sound has truly made an imprint, arms are wrapping around him and a chin settles on his shoulder. "It's cold out here," his new lover states, emphasizing his observation by rubbing palms against his arms. "You should have put on something warm."
He wants to make a retort that he was fine until the chill in the morning air was pointed out, but he's distracted by the sun peaking over the horizon, its warm glow eliminating the cold he'd carried within him all his life. It's liberating, if only until he remembers that he doesn't trust that sunlight, but by that time, it's hard to recall his bitterness. There's a warm face tucked into the curve of his neck, warm arms around him, and the promise of a warm bed awaiting him in the house. He acknowledges that it's not the sunlight that's responsible for thawing his heart.
He's never trusted the daylight, because the warmth of the sun has never managed to reach and banish all the cold inside of him. But Lupin has always made him burn, the fire inside of him brightest when the werewolf is around, and now that it's turned from hate to something else, the flame and the ice cannot exist next to each other. One must go, and as Lupin's hands drift lower and warm more of his skin, it's not so hard to accept that the ice is no more able than anything else to exist forever.
* * *
Title: Lillets
Summary: The Snape-Lupin household has an infestation. Started for the prompt from Isis: "The Snupin fic in which Snape and Lupin go snoopin' for somthin'." Less to do with the prompt, but...
Snape frowned and closed the closet door. He let his hand rest on the knob for a few seconds before withdrawing it, extending the hand back, and once more opening the door. The contents, unfortunately, had not changed. With a feeling of growing horror, he shut the door a second time, spun on his heel, and stalked out of the bedroom in search of his erstwhile lover.
He found Lupin in the guest bedroom, standing in stunned fascination in front of the closet door. Able to guess accurately what held the werewolf's attention, Snape strode forward and shoved hard at the door, pulling it free of Lupin's grasp and slamming it with more force than was likely necessary. The sound of it, however, was rather satisfactory, and the sudden loss of... entertainment seemed to shake Lupin from his daze.
"Severus." Lupin blinked several times before turning his head to make eye contact, and Snape could see the telltale remains of desire and enchantment in the depths of the werewolf's gaze. "We have an infestation."
"So I've noticed," Snape said dryly. He took Lupin's elbow and used light pressure on his arm to guide him out of the guest bedroom and down the hall to the kitchen. Once he'd seated Lupin at the table, since it seemed Lupin had lost all initiative to act for himself, he set about making tea. He had served them both a cup and seated himself before Lupin seemed to truly come back to himself.
"Severus, you do know what lillets are, don't you?"
Snape knew too well what the annoying pests were. For every man in the world who enjoyed living in denial, there was a lillet, ten times worse than any boggart. A wise man recognized his own fear, in order to overcome it. A boggart would have been simple. But a lillet wasn't fear, it was desire, and while a man could lie to himself, a lillet saw beyond the mind and into the heart, drawing out the greatest desire, the strongest need. Worse than the mirror of Erised, as they swarmed a house. Nearly impossible to get rid of, as the only way Snape knew to banish them was to fulfill the heart's desire.
"I was thinking, Severus, that..."
He was both a genius and a potions master, and yes, he could make the potion, but what on earth would they do with children until they were old enough to send to school and torture someone else?
