Celebrations - This Is How It Ends
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snupin100Challenge: Celebration
Title: Celebrations - This Is How It Ends
Author: busaikko
Rating: PG
Summary: Seven ways of celebrating the end of the story.... (100 words X 7)
Warning: H/C, character death, cameo by Gilderoy Lockhart
A/N: The song quoted is "When My Boy Walks Down the Street" by the Magnetic Fields.
One: Work
"I love you," he whispersed into her honey-sweet hair, "I'll never doubt you again. Marry me."
"Oh, yes comma, space darling," she said, tipping her head back to be claimed by hisfirey fiery kisses.
"How can you read this crap?" Severus asked irritably. Remus rolled his shoulders, capped his red biro, and looked up over his shoulder wickedly.
"Come to claim me with your fiery kisses?"
"No, darling, I've called you for dinner twice and no answer."
Remus shoved Victories in Violet to the back of the desk. "Let's celebrate first." He kissed Severus. "Here's to happily ever after."
Two: Anniversary
The girl and her dentist forgave each other and fell into bed. Severus slammed the cover of the book shut and, in a fit of rage that hit like a tsunami, flung it into the fire. He stared at it for a second, then grabbed his wand and summoned it back, charred. He opened the flyleaf with shaking hands: the name written there with a flourish was now missing an R.
"Happy godsdamned anniversary, Remus," he said to the photo framed on the mantelpiece he'd clipped from the Daily Prophet obituary; it and the books were all he had left.
Three: Spring
"There's always something to be glad of," Remus said as he brought their luggage into the house.
"Are you glad your aunt died and left you… this place?" Severus asked, his voice still rusty from disuse. Not unlike the house. Remus said no one had been here for over fifteen years. Heavy dust covered on every surface; the curtains were rotting where they hung.
"Well." Remus deposited the last of the boxes in the kitchen. "Not glad that she died, of course, but--" He waved an arm at the view from the door and smiled. "Look at the daffodils."
Four: Homecoming
Now that he is not in St Mungo's, Severus is forced to admit that there are thing he cannot do. Yet. His shaking hands betray him; he despises needing Remus' help with shaving, or eating, or bathing. Remus never complains. Severus wishes he would.
Forced into proximity for the first time, Severus learns how to read Remus' anger and how to feed it. But Remus never lets it spill over.
"And what would you have me do?" Remus asks, almost sadly. "Do you want me to yell? Strike out? I never will."
The intensity of Remus' eyes makes Severus shiver.
Five: Love
It was bitterly cold. Severus snapped and snarled and wanted to be left alone; Remus slammed out in annoyance. The silence ate at Severus until finally he threw down his book and approached Remus' Muggle music-player. The buttons proved easy to figure out. He skipped through songs until he found the music Remus danced to as he cooked dinner the night before.
and he's going to be my wife.
The song was playing for the fifth time when Remus came home, snow in his hair and exhaustion written on his face. He shut the door softly, and met Severus' eyes.
Six: Progress
Severus teaches Lockhart sums when he visits; they have nearly mastered the art of the zero. He is not patient, nor does he desire penance. He does not hope, so he supposes it is nothing more than sheer human stupidity that brings him here.
Lunch arrives. Severus rises, and walks down the ward to the bed by the window.
"Soup today," he says, reaching for the spoon.
"I hate soup," Remus says; and while Severus might have wanted his first words after two years to be different, the smile that accompanies them is the sum of everything he ever desired.
Seven: Redemption
"I thought you wouldn't have taken it," Remus said idly, as they left the Ministry gala early, stealing out of the hall like schoolboys cutting class. Severus wrapped his hand around his weighted pocket.
"I'm taking it to someone," Severus said, and Remus stilled: as they walked, Severus was aware of the distance Remus was keeping between them, the unasked question, the hurt. "Come with me," he said, and that was how, after he'd laid his Order of Merlin (Second Class) on Dumbledore's tomb, Remus came to hold his empty hands as they watched the sun go down.
Title: Celebrations - This Is How It Ends
Author: busaikko
Rating: PG
Summary: Seven ways of celebrating the end of the story.... (100 words X 7)
Warning: H/C, character death, cameo by Gilderoy Lockhart
A/N: The song quoted is "When My Boy Walks Down the Street" by the Magnetic Fields.
One: Work
"I love you," he whisper
"Oh, yes comma, space darling," she said, tipping her head back to be claimed by his
"How can you read this crap?" Severus asked irritably. Remus rolled his shoulders, capped his red biro, and looked up over his shoulder wickedly.
"Come to claim me with your fiery kisses?"
"No, darling, I've called you for dinner twice and no answer."
Remus shoved Victories in Violet to the back of the desk. "Let's celebrate first." He kissed Severus. "Here's to happily ever after."
Two: Anniversary
The girl and her dentist forgave each other and fell into bed. Severus slammed the cover of the book shut and, in a fit of rage that hit like a tsunami, flung it into the fire. He stared at it for a second, then grabbed his wand and summoned it back, charred. He opened the flyleaf with shaking hands: the name written there with a flourish was now missing an R.
"Happy godsdamned anniversary, Remus," he said to the photo framed on the mantelpiece he'd clipped from the Daily Prophet obituary; it and the books were all he had left.
Three: Spring
"There's always something to be glad of," Remus said as he brought their luggage into the house.
"Are you glad your aunt died and left you… this place?" Severus asked, his voice still rusty from disuse. Not unlike the house. Remus said no one had been here for over fifteen years. Heavy dust covered on every surface; the curtains were rotting where they hung.
"Well." Remus deposited the last of the boxes in the kitchen. "Not glad that she died, of course, but--" He waved an arm at the view from the door and smiled. "Look at the daffodils."
Four: Homecoming
Now that he is not in St Mungo's, Severus is forced to admit that there are thing he cannot do. Yet. His shaking hands betray him; he despises needing Remus' help with shaving, or eating, or bathing. Remus never complains. Severus wishes he would.
Forced into proximity for the first time, Severus learns how to read Remus' anger and how to feed it. But Remus never lets it spill over.
"And what would you have me do?" Remus asks, almost sadly. "Do you want me to yell? Strike out? I never will."
The intensity of Remus' eyes makes Severus shiver.
Five: Love
It was bitterly cold. Severus snapped and snarled and wanted to be left alone; Remus slammed out in annoyance. The silence ate at Severus until finally he threw down his book and approached Remus' Muggle music-player. The buttons proved easy to figure out. He skipped through songs until he found the music Remus danced to as he cooked dinner the night before.
and he's going to be my wife.
The song was playing for the fifth time when Remus came home, snow in his hair and exhaustion written on his face. He shut the door softly, and met Severus' eyes.
Six: Progress
Severus teaches Lockhart sums when he visits; they have nearly mastered the art of the zero. He is not patient, nor does he desire penance. He does not hope, so he supposes it is nothing more than sheer human stupidity that brings him here.
Lunch arrives. Severus rises, and walks down the ward to the bed by the window.
"Soup today," he says, reaching for the spoon.
"I hate soup," Remus says; and while Severus might have wanted his first words after two years to be different, the smile that accompanies them is the sum of everything he ever desired.
Seven: Redemption
"I thought you wouldn't have taken it," Remus said idly, as they left the Ministry gala early, stealing out of the hall like schoolboys cutting class. Severus wrapped his hand around his weighted pocket.
"I'm taking it to someone," Severus said, and Remus stilled: as they walked, Severus was aware of the distance Remus was keeping between them, the unasked question, the hurt. "Come with me," he said, and that was how, after he'd laid his Order of Merlin (Second Class) on Dumbledore's tomb, Remus came to hold his empty hands as they watched the sun go down.
