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05 December 2004 @ 07:11 pm
You'd better watch out...  

Ah, shoebox and UL updates, all in the same week...pure bliss. Oh, and terrible angsty feelings of inadequacy, but hey! That goes with the territory.

I think I could be utterly happy if they updated every week for the rest of my life. A big ask, though. And if anyone ever needed a reason to read Maya, this is IT:

This was shocking. When he'd been fourteen, he and his friends certainly hadn't run around the place assessing the kissing techniques of Slytherins. They'd been trying to fight evil, and - all right, he had been fixated on getting Cho Chang to come to the ball with him and getting Draco Malfoy ignominiously expelled, and Ron'd been torn between pulling Hermione's bushy pigtails and writing 'Mr Fleur Delacour' on his parchment, and Hermione - the quick study - had been seducing international Quidditch stars.

Or, indeed, this, should convert anyone to H/D. Imho:

"Do you love her?" Ginny's voice was very small, wounded and mortified. "Does she love you? I mean - does she really, really love you?"

Harry hesitated. He had taken advantage of Ginny, and he owed her the truth - and besides, the selfish part of himself whispered, he could bear it if Ginny turned away from him. She wasn't as important as Ron.

"I love him," he said. "He's not really bothered about me."

So I wrote a drabble, which, by comparison, is...crap. But compared to UL and the Shoebox, isn't everything? (It's a comforting thought.) Inspired by (or stolen from, one) an idea of coralia13's , again. Remus/Sirius, PG-13, 1328 words.

Sirius twisted his body around, trying, and failing, to reach a particularly nasty little cut in the small of his back. How it had got to be so small he couldn’t imagine; Mrs Black’s favourite cane was plenty large. However, he wouldn’t put it past her to have cursed the blasted thing.

Of course, he knew he shouldn’t have gone home for the weekend. Of course, he realised what was awaiting him there. Regulus had just taken the Mark, and this had been Sirius’ last chance to do the same, his last chance to redeem himself, to recover his place at the head of the Black dynasty and somewhere near the Dark Lord’s right hand. Within five feet of it, anyway. Sirius wasn’t sure if they’d actually intended on letting him go when he refused, for what? The sixth? The seventh? time, but thankfully the interconnecting flues between his bedroom’s fireplace and the one in the hall still interconnected. After they’d locked him in and after he’d regained conciousness, he’d made his bid for freedom by the glorious path of the chimney sweepers.

He’d had to go, really,, because a summons from the Black matriarch was as good as a death sentence, and because, when all was said and done, it was family.

He still hadn’t managed to get all the soot off himself; it had accumulated in the strangest places, such as the shell of his ear, in every follicle of hair, and between his toes. Besides, laying hands on some Murtlap essence had been of the, as it were, essence since he’d managed to Apparate back to the flat.

James’ room was empty, as was Remus’. Peter was passed out on his own bed, looking for all the world as if Snape had cast a Somnibus charm on him like he had back in second year. Sirius didn’t have the heart to wake him; he looked so peaceful. He assumed James was out with Lily somewhere; that was a pretty safe bet. Remus would be at the library, most likely, being chatted up by a librarian. It was a big library, and they had a large number of staff, nearly all of whom seemed to find Remus infinitely attractive - not that he ever seemed to notice, although he had stopped worrying when his books fell overdue, as they did at least once a month. He’d never got a fine from them in his life.

Sirius decided that the hand of fate was against him as regards that last cut. He stung, basically, all over; he’d heard about Muggle methods of healing, which were long-drawn-out and had a high failure rate, but one thing they had in common with wizarding ones was a tendancy to sting. If it didn’t sting, it couldn’t be working. Seemingly.

He took up a facecloth and edged into the living room with it; he had to sit down, because if he didn’t he’d simply fall over from exhaustion, but he had a short-term premonition that such a course of action was going to hurt like hell. Groaning, he bent his knees, feeling the healing cuts break and begin to weep slightly, and eventually creaking into a seating position. Methodically, with painful slowness, he rubbed at the soot engrained into his skin. One washcloth wasn’t going to do the job, not by a long-shot, but the best Sirius could do at the moment was show willing.

The door creaked open, and Remus came through. The moonlight was shining in strongly from the hall window - which was more of an arrow slit, really - and it fell on his light brown hair like an angelic coronet. He was, predictably, bent around a large collection of books, fumbling with his wand at the same time. In other circumstances, the notoriously lazy and self-centred Sirius would have jumped up to ‘help’, and make matters worse by causing Remus to lose his grip on whatever he was carrying or fudge the locking charm. It wasn’t surprising, then, that when he looked up he was startled to see Sirius sitting on the sofa.

‘Padfoot!’ Remus deposited his books on a table specially reserved for them, the only one in the flat free from coffee rings, general detritus, Peter’s half-eaten snacks and James’ cigarette butts. ‘I wasn’t expecting you back yet. How’s your uncle?’

Sirius stared at him blankly for a moment, before recalling the cover story of the illness he’d brewed up toprevent James from doing something rash, like coming to rescue him, and Remus from worrying, in case they found out where he’d really gone.

‘Oh, he’s fine,’ he replied, after a pause, his voice pulsating with extreme exhaustion.

‘You look wrecked,’ Remus told him forthrightly, switching on a lamp near Sirius’ elbow. ‘Is there any particular reason you’re dressed only in sooty boxers? We don’t even have a fireplace here.’

‘No, not really,’ Sirius said vaguely, wondering if any of his cuts were still visible to the naked eye. Remus frowned. Shrugging off his cloak, he sat down beside Sirius - who envied him his ease of movement - and felt his forehead.

‘You don’t look well, but you aren’t running a fever.’ Remus peered closer. ‘What’s that on your face?’

Sirius’ hand flew up self-consciously. It must be the cut where one of his mother’s rings had swiped him. Remus was starting to look mightily suspicious now.

‘You’re all cut up,’ he said flatly. ‘Where were you?’

‘At my mother’s,’ Sirius said, to save time. He always ended up telling Remus the truth, in the end; he had a face you just couldn’t lie to.

‘Oh.’ Remus’ voice sounded oddly distorted. ‘And you didn’t think we might, oh, like to know that you were putting yourself in mortal danger?’

‘Didn’t want to worry you,’ Sirius managed, grinning weakly. Remus did not grin back.

Snatching up the facecloth, he threw it over the couch, and half-shouted, ‘Scourgify!’ All at once, Sirius felt all the soot and dirt of the past two days vanish, leaving him feeling like someone had scrubbed him vigorously all over with a metal hairbrush.

‘You’re too tired to even cast a spell, or think of one, I presume?’ Remus didn’t wait for an answer. He hefted Sirius to his feet and began to haul him towards his bedroom. ‘Merlin, I’m so sick of you, Sirius!’

Sirius, who, if he had with the small childish part of his brain envisaged Remus finding out about this, would have expected great helpings of sympathy and tea, couldn’t help but feel a little disappointed, not to mention surprised.

Pushing Sirius none-too-gently onto his bed, Remus began checking him all over for cuts, healing them with brutal efficiency. Sirius vaguely remembered that Remus had done a course on Healing. Dark Creatures weren’t allowed to train as Healers, though, naturally. He picked up random phrases such as ‘completely irresponsible’, ‘selfish,’ ‘such a bastard sometimes, Padfoot’, ‘reckless’ and ‘I can’t stand this’.

‘Huh?’ Sirius felt suddenly more awake. ‘You can’t stand what?’

Remus looked discomfited. ‘I’m the one who’s meant to get cut up, Sirius, not you. Why do you bring this on yourself? Don’t try and deny it - I know someone’s been beating you every time you go home. I don’t know why you go home at all, now.’

For some reason, Sirius knew that it wasn’t what Remus had been meaning to say. He’d thought Sirius hadn’t been listening. His long, thin, scarred hands were beating a pattern against his wand, and he wasn’t meeting Sirius’ eyes. Besides, he couldn’t lie for toffee.

Sirius sighed, feeling half-delirious and half-asleep but all over quite, quite certain of what Remus hadn’t said. As he slid a hand around Remus’ neck and pulled his face towards his own, and felt how Remus started and yet didn’t pull away, he thought Remus might know that he couldn’t stand it either.

Sometimes love is easier when both are broken.

*

Trust me, I have no idea whatsoever what I'm doing messing about with this ship. Really, now.

 

 
 
Current Mood: impressedimpressed
Current Music: 'Fairytale of New York', the Pogues
 
 
 
Jenniferfate_envies_us on December 5th, 2004 12:11 pm (UTC)
I think you did quite well. :) I liked it.
every Starbucks should have a polar bearscoradh on December 5th, 2004 12:45 pm (UTC)
Thanks. I really shouldn't write that ship...but it's compulsive. xD
Caitcoralia13 on December 5th, 2004 01:43 pm (UTC)
Oh, scoradh. You're supposed to use your powers for good.

In all seriousness, this was a very nice short. I liked the glimpse into their lives between Hogwarts and Halloween, 1981.

You are totally welcome to Sirius getting knocked around by his mother. I'm sure I don't have the copyright on it. I stole it from Alkari on the Quill (A Most Unusual Student - read it! Good, long, MWPP... maybe hold you over until UL20, if you ration yourself), and I doubt she thought of it first.
every Starbucks should have a polar bearscoradh on December 6th, 2004 04:21 am (UTC)
For some reason, that comment made me sit here snorting giggling, and I'm *supposed* to be only on for ten minutes to look up basket-weaving...

For *some* reason - not looking at anyone here - I'm getting quite attached to Marauder-era.

Well, I'm sure it'll be good if you recommend it...but no slash, I assume? *le sigh* Still, more ideas to steal! Wa-hey!
Caitcoralia13 on December 6th, 2004 09:02 am (UTC)
No. No slash. But it is REALLY REALLY REALLY good. Not completed, though. :( I really look forward to hearing what you think of it!

Basket-weaving? Cool! My dad makes baskets with pine needles. He's really good at it!

We got to UL12 in Story Time last night. We finished around 1:30 am because Laura and Melanie decided they couldn't sleep with all the sexual tension. I was so tired my words were slurring, and when I got to The Kiss, I started giggling uncontrollably.
Now, I had imagined embarrassment, or them laughing, but I didn't think I would lose it like that! I pulled myself together and read it in the end, and they both freaked out when Draco stormed off. Ah, well. Now it gets REALLY sexual. I wonder how I'm going to do... Oh, god. UL18.
every Starbucks should have a polar bearscoradh on December 6th, 2004 09:38 am (UTC)
*is sad* Aw well, I can do it, for Christmas...xD.

Really? I've searched and searched the net and come up with squat. Only stuff to buy. I have to write a paper on it, as an area of art and craft I'm interested in. What kind of tools and stuff does he use?

UL18...naw, that was lovely. Very mild altogether. She likes concentrating on emotions as opposed to...reactions, and things, which is lucky for *you*! I used to get one of my friends to read my work, you know, but I never tried reading it out - I think that I would, indeed, laugh till I died...

I was reading the Shoebox, and I wanted to ask you...do you see Remus as a sort of wimpy, insecure 'wet blanket'? Because I'm starting to think they don't write him at all IC...at least to my idea of Remus!
Caitcoralia13 on December 6th, 2004 05:47 pm (UTC)
Hm. Well... he uses pine needles. And this straw-like thread called "rafia" or something. When is this thing due? I could e-mail him and ask what sites he likes, if you want.

UL18 was not mild. Although I suppose it could have been A LOT worse. At least nothing happened below the belt. Thank God.

NO WAY. Remus rocks. He is the king. He is very strong, in my opinion. He has dealt with an amazing amount of pain and loss and rejection in his life, and he is still so positive and compassionate and loving and wonderful. He is my favorite MWPP character. He is also funny! And so cool! I heart Remus!
every Starbucks should have a polar bearscoradh on December 7th, 2004 11:21 am (UTC)
THAT WOULD BE GREAT. Since we got an extenstion today, not till two weeks after Christmas. Seeing as all I get are sites trying to sell me baskets, anything with theory or history or tools would be excellent!!

Worse, OH YEAH. You have no idea. After all, we didn't hear anything about their, er, pulsating organs and things, did we? It was quite sweet, what with the, um, biting, and stuff...okay...

Exactly my thoughts. I'm starting to think I don't like what they've done to him; and Sirius maybe isn't *that* cruel, or James that...dismissive. Ah well. I lay in wait for the proper slash, after nineteen chapters...

OH, and I had to show my fav quotes from ToT:

Crikey, he was still so very appealing. What is it about Harry?? He's not even particularly good-looking. A bit too skinny. Just look at that messy hair. Would somebody please buy the bloke some Sleekezy's for Men? Look at those glasses! Isn't that the same style he wore when he was twelve years old?? If John Lennon were alive today, even he would have updated the round glasses by now. That is just sooo last decade. Maybe the decade before last -- the eighties or something. Same with the combat look, the camouflage trousers and megaboots. Out of fashion, mate.
Damn. Resist as he may, Colin could feel it: the old hero-worship, the old attraction. No wonder Ginny was torpedoed and sunk after one encounter.
(This I must remember if I ever feel the need to actually describe Harry...)

And the best het UST I've ever read:
And the kissing. Oh, the kissing! Tongues and quickened breaths and an exhilarating ache in her whole body-- she felt her face go warm just thinking about it now. Harry was serious and sweet and passionate. Complications always arose when they moved toward a horizontal position on the sofa. Even a semi-horizontal position against the cushions would send Harry into 'primal mode', as Ginny privately termed it.
In primal mode, Harry forgot to be embarrassed about the effect she was having on his body -- he pressed himself against her and tried to hike her knee up around him. His hands would wander where they weren't allowed to go. In primal mode, his vocabulary was reduced to three words: 'Ginny', 'please' and 'oh' or maybe it was more like 'ohhh'. Very primitive. His voice would go low and soft and so lovely that she wanted nothing more than to surrender to his lips and hands and long, lanky seventeen-year-old body.
But she didn't. She pushed his hands away, she clamped her knees together, she made him sit up, she started to go fully dressed to their wee-hours rendezvous. He would laugh softly and flush with slight embarrassment.

It's just a pity, what with the fair plotting and occasional good turn of phrase, that her Brit-pickers are so lax and her grammer is so atrocious. (Casted?)
Caitcoralia13 on December 7th, 2004 08:41 pm (UTC)
I would read that second quote over and over to hold me over until they actually got together at the end! I love that one!

I am truly blessed to have you as a beta - I totally didn't notice her mistakes! I love that story. And, as you can see, I love happy endings.

I will e-mail my dad and get back to you asap.

I really don't like the way Sirius is so horrible in UL. It's a big issue. The "albino" bit? My fake roommates and I alternately laughed and cried. And they are very concerned about the biting.
every Starbucks should have a polar bearscoradh on December 8th, 2004 11:46 am (UTC)
It is excessively good, and reminded me rather pertinently why it might be fun to have a boyf...for about five seconds, when I rememembered all the negs of that.

Well, ditto. Let us never forget the apparation thing - that could have been dire!

CHEERS.

But Sirius never really matured...and I suppose she's trying to distance herself from 'Draco the Sex God that everyone just wants for his beauty'?

Haha. Trust Harry to be into BDSM...
Caitcoralia13 on December 9th, 2004 07:25 pm (UTC)
I think Sirius is (or... was *sniff!*) more mature than Maya paints him. And if he weren't, he would not be allowed around children. Although, Snape is, and he's not much better...

I actually have noticed A LOT of typos and weak syntax in UL since I started reading it aloud. I totally didn't pick up on any of these mistakes first time through!
every Starbucks should have a polar bearscoradh on December 10th, 2004 06:02 am (UTC)
But he wasn't a teacher in canon, was he? And we only found out more about his faults read: immaturity in OotP. Her typos cannot have been as blaring as most people's otherwise I would have noticed, trust me. But I did find UL19 had a sort of rushed quality, and if it wasn't for the goodness of the actual storyline, I would have been annoyed. I got the feeling she dashed it off as a sop for her fans...and got away with it only because she's a natural writer. *shrugs* I dunno. What do you think?
gabbysun on December 5th, 2004 07:13 pm (UTC)
:D!

The last line made me feel all nice and gooey inside.

Dang.

And it's all your fault.

>|
every Starbucks should have a polar bearscoradh on December 6th, 2004 04:22 am (UTC)
Well, aren't we all full of goo, when it comes down to it? xD

Like I said, R/S seems to be drawing me like some kind of noxious honey...they are just SO SLASHABLE, no kidding.
gabbysun on December 6th, 2004 02:06 pm (UTC)
Well, I mean, not this kind, you know? :(

THEY ARE. It is insane.
every Starbucks should have a polar bearscoradh on December 6th, 2004 02:31 pm (UTC)
Just kidding - I do know of several glutinous substances that all come under the heading of 'goo'...all pretty good, too!

Like the rest of the world, really...xD
gabbysun on December 6th, 2004 02:43 pm (UTC)
. . . xD SOMETIMES, YOU CONFUSE ME.
every Starbucks should have a polar bearscoradh on December 7th, 2004 11:28 am (UTC)
Er, yeah, me do that on occasion. ROBIN, WHAT HAVE I DONE TO YOU? (heedleyheedlyhee)
gabbysun on December 7th, 2004 02:23 pm (UTC)
*snrk*

THE PEDOPHILENESS OF IT ALL.

. . .

Oh, ew.
every Starbucks should have a polar bearscoradh on December 8th, 2004 11:52 am (UTC)
*headdesk*

You know what?

I didn't even CATCH the innuendo in that.

I was just like 'ooh, funny silly phrase!'

*headdesklosebraincells*

I need caffeine.
gabbysun on December 8th, 2004 02:18 pm (UTC)
(. . . OH EM GEE. ICON LOVE.)

And no, this just proves you're not a perv! xD Hooray!
every Starbucks should have a polar bearscoradh on December 9th, 2004 10:20 am (UTC)
Phew. Because, of course, I was worried that I was. (No, not really!)

Thanks. Sheep and me, we're just like that.

OH NO MORE INNUENDO. Dangit.
gabbysun on December 13th, 2004 02:20 pm (UTC)
You? A pervert? Never! (;D)

*VERY TACTFULLY IGNORING ALL POSSIBLE INNUENDO!?*


Oh, and I've been meaning to ask you — what is this UL? I know of Shoebox, but UL is beyond me. xD

every Starbucks should have a polar bearscoradh on December 14th, 2004 12:27 pm (UTC)
OH DUDE! ONLY THE BEST DRACO/HARRY EVER!!

Here is the link: http://www.lasairandmaya.com/

Check it out, it is truly worth it - just ask coralia13, whom I lately converted...xD
gabbysun on December 14th, 2004 05:25 pm (UTC)
Ahhhhh, it is in Chinese!? :O!? The formatting is all funky.
every Starbucks should have a polar bearscoradh on December 15th, 2004 11:48 am (UTC)
WHY does this keep happening? Stay cool, bro, I'll get you the FictionAlley link soon...
gabbysun on December 15th, 2004 01:24 pm (UTC)
Although I am not a man, I will be stayin' cool. ;D
every Starbucks should have a polar bearscoradh on December 14th, 2004 12:29 pm (UTC)
Damn, meant to say, it stands for Underwater Light. Just the coolest ever name, non?
gabbysun on December 14th, 2004 05:23 pm (UTC)
HOT.