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lesyeuxverts) wrote2007-10-24 07:49 pm
lesyeuxverts) wrote2007-10-24 07:49 pm
August nest of spiders: miscellaneous Snape pairings
Title: Come Down to the Ocean
Author: lesyeuxverts00
Word Count: 300
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: James/Lily, with one-sided Severus/Lily, Lucius/Severus
Prompt: #9, August 9, 1979 - Brighton opens first British nudist beach
Warnings: DH spoilers, sort of
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Sky-sea and sun-sparkle, the world was wrapped around itself until the end came to the beginning, indistinguishable as the sailboats on the horizon. Lucius turned in the sunlight, shifting to keep Snape in view.
On the edge of the beach, fully dressed, Snape waited. He had made no barefoot prints in the sand, had not bent to touch the sea, and he had not seen Lucius.
Snape saw nothing but Evans, the foul-blooded Gryffindor chit with a sparkle in her smile, and her skin bare to the sunlight. She had eyes only for Potter, and her fingers curled around the curve of her hip.
She reached for Potter, bare and shameless and wanton, pressing herself against him.
Snape turned away. The wind wrapped his dark cloak around him, outlining his body, and Lucius scrambled to his feet. He went to Snape, catching him by the elbow.
Snape took a step back, his eyes sweeping up and down the length of Lucius's body. "Slumming with the Muggles?" he asked.
The world wrapped itself around them, the sunlight weaving a net through the salt air, the noise of the other bathers fading away. "Not anymore," Lucius said.
He took Snape's hands, stroking them, and stepped closer until he blocked Snape's view of the beach. "Will you come down to the ocean?"
Grasping Snape's wrists, Lucius trapped his pulse, holding the rapid flutter between his fingers.
Laughter broke through the sunshine. Evans fell into Potter's arms, the two of them twined together on the sand, and a wave burst on the shore, showering them with spray.
"I think not," Snape said. He freed his hands from Lucius's grasp.
Snape Apparated away, the crack resounding through the ocean air, and with a twist of magic and matter, the distance between them shifted and changed.
-----
Title: Salt and Sorrow
Author: lesyeuxverts00
Word Count: 300
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Sirius/Severus
Prompt: 15
Warnings: No DH spoilers. Implied canon character death.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Sirius pushes Severus closer to the edge. There's a steep drop off the cliff, a dizzying fall to the beach, and Severus refuses to flinch.
"Do your worst," he says, but Sirius shakes his head.
"Come."
Sirius knows the way down the cliff, and shows Snape the careful footholds, the trick of looking straight ahead. Severus goes last, ready to fall on him and crash him to the ground.
No rope, no wand, no show of strength – Sirius helps him down, rubs the cold from his fingers and pulls him down to the sea spray.
His lips are an inch from Severus's jaw.
The salt water splatters against his lips, and Severus licks it away. The ocean is thick with brine and the bitter despair of fish gasping for their final breath.
Sirius puts his hands on Severus's shoulders, pulling him closer. "Tell me that you didn't do it."
Severus kisses him, sealing the salt onto his lips – it stings. Sirius pushes him away, sending him stumbling into the water.
"He's left you," Severus says. "He has his little wife and his little cottage, a mewling brat and a rosy future. He has no need for you."
With a flick, Severus's shoulder is torn open – Sirius pushes him under the water, baptizes him with stinging pain.
When his lungs close up, when his vision blurs, Sirius lets him float free.
"Tell me that you didn't kill my brother, you greasy bastard."
Severus flounders in the water before pulling himself up to his full height. "Judge, jury, and executioner, Black? Am I guilty of every crime? Have you measured your brother's fate out in the number of lashes you will give me?"
Sirius presses him against the cliff and bruises his lips with a last kiss. "I won't forget this, Snape."
-----
Title: Blackberry Dawn
Author: lesyeuxverts00
Word Count: 300
Rating: PG
Pairing: Remus/Severus
Prompt: #26, picture of blackberries
Warnings: No DH spoilers
Disclaimer: Not mine.
AN: For![[insanejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/ij-userinfo.gif)
angela_snape, who was good enough to help me out with the last one
Dawn begins with the deepest purple on the horizon, blackberry juice staining the sky. The clouds are skimmed away, leaving clear dawn. Remus nudges Severus, shrugging to jolt him awake.
His shoulder is cold and light without the weight of Severus's head resting there.
The sky melts in berry shades, midnight to blackberry to blueberry, and at last the horizon is limned with a cherry glow, sun-kissed and rosy-gold.
"No," Severus says, nipping his earlobe. "No poetry, no odes to the dawn goddess or fatuous declarations of love – don't even start."
They spread a blanket and eat a dawn breakfast, chasing blackberries with cream and slathering cold toast with gooseberry jam.
"It's a berry sort of day," Remus says, offering the last piece of toast to Severus.
"The full moon is tomorrow," Severus says, and Remus freezes.
"It's summer, Severus. We don't have Astronomy lessons."
"We don't close our brains off when we close our books at the end of the year, Remus – or were you going to come up with a new excuse for your absence?"
Severus is elbows and knees, a prickly hedgehog pulled in on himself. Remus kisses the berry stain from his lips, lingering when Severus doesn't push him away. "I –"
"You should have told me."
"I – I'm sorry," Remus says. "I thought –"
"You thought you couldn't trust me."
"I thought you couldn't love me." Remus lay his palm on Severus's chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart, and tried to kiss him again. He was pushed away, and tried again. "I thought – if you knew I was a monster – forgive me?"
The sun is high in the sky, shimmering down through the heat-haze clouds, when Severus uncurls and kisses him. He tastes like blackberries, ripe and sweet, and Remus holds him close.
-----
Title: Promise
Author: lesyeuxverts00
Word Count: 300
Rating: R
Pairing: Remus/Severus
Prompt: #30, "Adulthood means a lot of things. One of them
I only recently learned: Songs change meaning over
time, some of them. Others stay forever fixed to
a moment. Sometimes - a shared one."
- Liz Dembrowsky, Alexander's Feast
Warnings: rough sex
Disclaimer: Not mine.
There's a refrain of birdsong in the air, the snap of the Whomping Willow's branches and the distant echo of the flying class. Remus sits down next to Severus, who is all knees and elbows, spine hunched and eyes closed.
"I would have killed you," Remus says, taking Severus's hand and warming it between his own. He marks it into memory, the pulsing veins and the stiff bones, the unyielding skin.
"Don't you understand?" he asks. "You can't let Sirius bait you like that."
Severus keeps his eyes closed as he pulls Remus to him, as he kisses Remus silent and breathless. His grip on Remus's shoulders is enough to hurt.
Remus doesn't pull away from him. "Promise me you'll be more careful. Promise me."
Severus kisses him again, lips and fingers bruising, and Remus meets the onslaught. Refusing to yield, refusing to melt, he pushes Severus back onto the grass.
It's music, the dance of bodies together, and it's the first rhythm that Remus learns. The press of fingernails into skin, the firm grip, and the thud of their hearts together – he thrusts against Severus, claiming his mouth and marking his skin.
"You're mine," he says.
The song is the press of bodies together in the sunlight, the whisper of the branches cracking down against the ground, the flutter of bird-wings and the low buzz of bee-songs. The song is the taste of Severus's blood copper on Remus's lips, the hitch of Severus's breath, the fingers that fumble under clothing and the kisses pressed to skin.
Promise and apology and warning, he claims Severus as he comes, thrusting against him and pressing him into the ground. Severus's mouth is open in a dark circle, his lips red with his own blood and Remus's kisses soothing the hurt. "Promise me."
Author: lesyeuxverts00
Word Count: 300
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: James/Lily, with one-sided Severus/Lily, Lucius/Severus
Prompt: #9, August 9, 1979 - Brighton opens first British nudist beach
Warnings: DH spoilers, sort of
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Sky-sea and sun-sparkle, the world was wrapped around itself until the end came to the beginning, indistinguishable as the sailboats on the horizon. Lucius turned in the sunlight, shifting to keep Snape in view.
On the edge of the beach, fully dressed, Snape waited. He had made no barefoot prints in the sand, had not bent to touch the sea, and he had not seen Lucius.
Snape saw nothing but Evans, the foul-blooded Gryffindor chit with a sparkle in her smile, and her skin bare to the sunlight. She had eyes only for Potter, and her fingers curled around the curve of her hip.
She reached for Potter, bare and shameless and wanton, pressing herself against him.
Snape turned away. The wind wrapped his dark cloak around him, outlining his body, and Lucius scrambled to his feet. He went to Snape, catching him by the elbow.
Snape took a step back, his eyes sweeping up and down the length of Lucius's body. "Slumming with the Muggles?" he asked.
The world wrapped itself around them, the sunlight weaving a net through the salt air, the noise of the other bathers fading away. "Not anymore," Lucius said.
He took Snape's hands, stroking them, and stepped closer until he blocked Snape's view of the beach. "Will you come down to the ocean?"
Grasping Snape's wrists, Lucius trapped his pulse, holding the rapid flutter between his fingers.
Laughter broke through the sunshine. Evans fell into Potter's arms, the two of them twined together on the sand, and a wave burst on the shore, showering them with spray.
"I think not," Snape said. He freed his hands from Lucius's grasp.
Snape Apparated away, the crack resounding through the ocean air, and with a twist of magic and matter, the distance between them shifted and changed.
-----
Title: Salt and Sorrow
Author: lesyeuxverts00
Word Count: 300
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Sirius/Severus
Prompt: 15
Warnings: No DH spoilers. Implied canon character death.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Sirius pushes Severus closer to the edge. There's a steep drop off the cliff, a dizzying fall to the beach, and Severus refuses to flinch.
"Do your worst," he says, but Sirius shakes his head.
"Come."
Sirius knows the way down the cliff, and shows Snape the careful footholds, the trick of looking straight ahead. Severus goes last, ready to fall on him and crash him to the ground.
No rope, no wand, no show of strength – Sirius helps him down, rubs the cold from his fingers and pulls him down to the sea spray.
His lips are an inch from Severus's jaw.
The salt water splatters against his lips, and Severus licks it away. The ocean is thick with brine and the bitter despair of fish gasping for their final breath.
Sirius puts his hands on Severus's shoulders, pulling him closer. "Tell me that you didn't do it."
Severus kisses him, sealing the salt onto his lips – it stings. Sirius pushes him away, sending him stumbling into the water.
"He's left you," Severus says. "He has his little wife and his little cottage, a mewling brat and a rosy future. He has no need for you."
With a flick, Severus's shoulder is torn open – Sirius pushes him under the water, baptizes him with stinging pain.
When his lungs close up, when his vision blurs, Sirius lets him float free.
"Tell me that you didn't kill my brother, you greasy bastard."
Severus flounders in the water before pulling himself up to his full height. "Judge, jury, and executioner, Black? Am I guilty of every crime? Have you measured your brother's fate out in the number of lashes you will give me?"
Sirius presses him against the cliff and bruises his lips with a last kiss. "I won't forget this, Snape."
-----
Title: Blackberry Dawn
Author: lesyeuxverts00
Word Count: 300
Rating: PG
Pairing: Remus/Severus
Prompt: #26, picture of blackberries
Warnings: No DH spoilers
Disclaimer: Not mine.
AN: For
angela_snape, who was good enough to help me out with the last oneDawn begins with the deepest purple on the horizon, blackberry juice staining the sky. The clouds are skimmed away, leaving clear dawn. Remus nudges Severus, shrugging to jolt him awake.
His shoulder is cold and light without the weight of Severus's head resting there.
The sky melts in berry shades, midnight to blackberry to blueberry, and at last the horizon is limned with a cherry glow, sun-kissed and rosy-gold.
"No," Severus says, nipping his earlobe. "No poetry, no odes to the dawn goddess or fatuous declarations of love – don't even start."
They spread a blanket and eat a dawn breakfast, chasing blackberries with cream and slathering cold toast with gooseberry jam.
"It's a berry sort of day," Remus says, offering the last piece of toast to Severus.
"The full moon is tomorrow," Severus says, and Remus freezes.
"It's summer, Severus. We don't have Astronomy lessons."
"We don't close our brains off when we close our books at the end of the year, Remus – or were you going to come up with a new excuse for your absence?"
Severus is elbows and knees, a prickly hedgehog pulled in on himself. Remus kisses the berry stain from his lips, lingering when Severus doesn't push him away. "I –"
"You should have told me."
"I – I'm sorry," Remus says. "I thought –"
"You thought you couldn't trust me."
"I thought you couldn't love me." Remus lay his palm on Severus's chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart, and tried to kiss him again. He was pushed away, and tried again. "I thought – if you knew I was a monster – forgive me?"
The sun is high in the sky, shimmering down through the heat-haze clouds, when Severus uncurls and kisses him. He tastes like blackberries, ripe and sweet, and Remus holds him close.
-----
Title: Promise
Author: lesyeuxverts00
Word Count: 300
Rating: R
Pairing: Remus/Severus
Prompt: #30, "Adulthood means a lot of things. One of them
I only recently learned: Songs change meaning over
time, some of them. Others stay forever fixed to
a moment. Sometimes - a shared one."
- Liz Dembrowsky, Alexander's Feast
Warnings: rough sex
Disclaimer: Not mine.
There's a refrain of birdsong in the air, the snap of the Whomping Willow's branches and the distant echo of the flying class. Remus sits down next to Severus, who is all knees and elbows, spine hunched and eyes closed.
"I would have killed you," Remus says, taking Severus's hand and warming it between his own. He marks it into memory, the pulsing veins and the stiff bones, the unyielding skin.
"Don't you understand?" he asks. "You can't let Sirius bait you like that."
Severus keeps his eyes closed as he pulls Remus to him, as he kisses Remus silent and breathless. His grip on Remus's shoulders is enough to hurt.
Remus doesn't pull away from him. "Promise me you'll be more careful. Promise me."
Severus kisses him again, lips and fingers bruising, and Remus meets the onslaught. Refusing to yield, refusing to melt, he pushes Severus back onto the grass.
It's music, the dance of bodies together, and it's the first rhythm that Remus learns. The press of fingernails into skin, the firm grip, and the thud of their hearts together – he thrusts against Severus, claiming his mouth and marking his skin.
"You're mine," he says.
The song is the press of bodies together in the sunlight, the whisper of the branches cracking down against the ground, the flutter of bird-wings and the low buzz of bee-songs. The song is the taste of Severus's blood copper on Remus's lips, the hitch of Severus's breath, the fingers that fumble under clothing and the kisses pressed to skin.
Promise and apology and warning, he claims Severus as he comes, thrusting against him and pressing him into the ground. Severus's mouth is open in a dark circle, his lips red with his own blood and Remus's kisses soothing the hurt. "Promise me."
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