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pommel horse [05 Feb 2006|04:36pm]
[ mood | high as hell ]

Lol fanfic. I missed it kind of so I made some ones hurr!

From [info]hp100!!!!!!111/////

Black-Eyed
(Neville/Luna)

"You like plants." She seated herself right atop the table over which he hunched, Herbology texts akimbo. Neville looked up, startled.
"...Yes?"
"Why?"
"Well - are you asking seriously?"
"As opposed to what?" Backlit, Luna looked like a Black-Eyed Susan, hair a bright yellow corolla and face obscured.
"To - to taking the piss," he mumbled.
"Won't that kill a plant?"
Neville gave her a long, weary look, then turned back to his books. The curve of her thigh drew his eyes from the ant-colony lines on the pages. He heard her sigh, and the silk whisper of her stockings as she slid off the table.


THE FOLLOWING ARE CONJOINED TWINS:

Mise-en-Skin
(Lupin/Tonks)

They don't speak much of it; they don't have to. The questions and the answers both are etched into his very flesh: limbs drawn and gangling, ribs in high relief, skin a palette of pales, of premature grays. Her lips and fingers scan him, lay him open like a magazine. The legacy of Fenrir Greyback scrolls across belly, haunch, and throat, writ in crinkly egg-pale scars. Tattoo in negative. An autopictography. With each passing month comes new detail, fine lines in reds, browns. When Tonks bites his inner thigh, the deft-quick flick of his hips is worth a thousand words.

Mise-en-Face
(Lupin/Tonks)
(I mistyped Tonks as Yonks)

She is a blank canvas. No - a canvas is only blank once. She is a slate. She has the unthinkable luxury of redrawing her face in the mirror every morning. She has an aesthete's eye, and something of an artist's temperament: another day, another draft. Some days she is stylized, airbrushed like a pin-up girl, all smooth impossible lines; some days she is fucked-up, unplucked, Jackson Pollock chaos. On the best days, she is mousy photorealism: humble colors, comfortable disproportion, lips chapped in exquisite 3-D. In any case, Remus reserves comment; neither of them have much patience for dilettantes.


HELLO ARE YOU ENJOYING YOUR SUNDAY EXCELLENT HOOK 'EM STEELERS

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ojai [11 Jun 2005|12:23am]
HERE IS A BUNCH OF STUFF it's basically all in my regular journal so if you've read it already then I guess SUCK IT. Okay it is fictions about characters please have fun reading it.

From a Queerditch Pub challenge, "Remus/Lily - something old, something new, something borrowed, something blue." Kind of lame fluff but I enjoyed it and so should you if you are a correct American person like me.

Title: Nearly Beloved
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Remus/Lily, unrequited
Rating: G

Remus fought to regulate his breathing as the inexorable wedding dirge struck up outside )

This is from the first [info]slash_challenge ever: what Remus does to comfort Sirius after he hears about Snape's private Occulmency lessons with Harry.

Title: Gutrot Chocolate
Pairing: Sirius/Remus
Rating: PG
Word Count: 355

He tasted of copper, smelled of restless sweat. )

This one is basically entirely based on a dick joke. From [info]hp100.

Title: Before a Spot of Hard Luck Becomes a Sticky Situation
Characters: Harry/Remus, Ron
Challenge: Hard
Word count: 100

With a subtle curl of his fingers, he invited Harry in. )

Also [info]hp100. Title coutesy of Kate Bush.

Title: Now Starts the Craft of the Father
Words: 100
Challenge: Pressure
Characters: Narcissa, Lucius, Draco

his voice shushing her to sleep )

I was stoned when I wrote this actually and it shows. It's like based on all the retarded scarelore they used to tell us in health class about people who dropped acid and died trying to squeeze through a chain-link fence or whatever. [info]hp100.

Title: Remember Poor Dionne
Challenge: Pressure
Word Count: 100
Characters: Hogwarts, basically.

she leapt out the Owlery window, thinking herself possessed of the gift of flight. )

[info]hp100 ALSO THANK YOU KAWAII BLUE JEANS 100%

Title: Reflect
Word Count: 100
Characters/Pairings: Harry, Sirius
Challenge: Redemption

It’s grown distorted, funhouse, from a summer’s worth of guilty Reparos. )

The following three are also from ancientschool [info]slash_challenges and they are poetry so hang onto your sexual orientation.

things reserved for sticky-sore dreams )


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please do not notice how i picked the easy myths because i am a high school dropout [06 Jun 2005|11:18pm]
[ mood | procrastinatorinous ]
[ music | I LOVE PARIS IN GRAINY NIGHT-VISION ]

Oh uh HI HELLO NEVER MIND ABOUT THAT LAST THING I SAID posting on my regular journal blows and is not radical. So right now here is some stuff and like tomorrow there will be more stuff. These were from a [info]queerditch_pub challenge about mythology and I finally learned how to make the time limit so if you would like to such as give me a party or some money that is a thing that you could do.

even her black Black hair, strewn possessively on her overkill of pillows, shone with streaks of gold )

framed in the mirror like a dirty photograph )

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[10 Dec 2004|09:57pm]
Hello! I will no longer be updating here ever probably. Instead I will post fics on my brand and spanking new journal [info]ooeeoo. Thank you very much.
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[04 Dec 2004|09:48pm]
[ mood | tired ]
[ music | the gossip - ain't it the truth ]

I'm not sure it gets any gayer than slash poetry. I guess if you somehow made slash-papier mâchè. Or slash-decoupage. Anyway, I almost fell asleep on a bus and then this, subsequently, happened in my Spanish textbook. Experience the fury of my poetrasty:


Title: Hungover
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Remus/Sirius
Rating: G

bitter like a morning kiss )


PS: I went to the trouble of googling for the correct punctuation of "mâchè" and I bet you aren't even grateful or anything.

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Dirty laundry! [06 Feb 2004|08:25am]
It's Coming Out of the WIP Closet Day. Showcase the crap that's been rotting on your hard drive, kids! I have the attention span of a gnat with ADHD, so I have... too many. Cookies follow:


Untitled Bill/Fleur (mostly gen) )


Untitled, Christmas-themed Sirius/Remus )


The Golden Girls go to Howarts - a screenplay )


Peter Pan - Wendy/a Mermaid )


Untitled Narcissa gen )


My current WIP - Remus/a portrait of Sirius. )


Now I feel sad.
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Drizzables biatch [06 Feb 2004|02:51am]
[ mood | late ]
[ music | some show about french restaurants ]

Drabbles! Some old, some new.

Freeze )


Synthesis )


Soft )


Graduate )


The Thing About Winning )

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up all night, because that's always a good idea [11 Nov 2003|02:14am]
Eh. I'm not a poet. But I wrote these for [info]slash_challenge's week nine bonus.

Pairing: James/Remus (7th Year)
Word Count: 32 :: Poetry
Rating: G
Scenario: James learns the line between friendship and love.
Note: Three, three, three poems in one. I think they make sense together. 32 words apiece.

Lapse )

Studious )

Sickle )
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lovebites [10 Nov 2003|01:12am]
Title: In the Noble and Most Ancient House of Black
Pairing: Remus/Sirius
Part: 3 (Read Prologue, 1, 2)
Rating: R
Summary: A seven-part mood piece about life at 12 Grimmauld Place, before and after.

Part 3 - Hands, Claws )
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[31 Oct 2003|07:56pm]
Wow, it's been a long time since I've posted anything. This is a cookie of my Halloween fic, which is unfinished, unbeta'd, and sucky. But! I post anyway.

Title: Untitled
Pairings: mild Sirius/Remus, Lily/James
Rating: PG, for now

All Hallows )
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or i will HIT you [03 Oct 2003|06:09pm]
[ mood | apathetic ]

Two orders! DEMANDS! things.

1) Here's a challenge. For all, what, six of you. Anyway, remember or record the first thing and the last thing anyone says to you on any given day - you can disregard "hello" and "goodnight" and things of that nature if you want. Or not. Then write a fic using the first thing as the last line and the last thing as the first line. Make sense? Yeah? And then link me to it, biatch.

b) Rec me something. Slash, het, gen, whatever. Something good.

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sledding on fake snow [02 Oct 2003|03:26pm]
[ mood | shaky ]
[ music | Noah Wyle ]

Title: Of Monsters
Pairing: Snape/Lupin
Rating: R
Part: 2/2 (Read Part 1)
Summary: Remus blinked at him, boggling, baffled. After a long moment, he said, “You came back for me.” It was weaker, more choked and fragile than he’d meant it to be.

Part 2: Hallways )

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Hi! [12 Sep 2003|05:01pm]
[ mood | sigh ]
[ music | fucking Schwarzenegger ]

Title: Of Monsters
Pairing: Snape/Lupin
Rating: R
Part: 1/2
Summary: Severus is not afraid.

Part 1: Moonset )

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wheee for backdating [07 Nov 1996|10:20pm]
Title: In the Noble and Most Ancient House of Black
Pairing: Remus/Sirius
Part: 2
Rating: R
Spoilers: yeah.
Summary theme song: "It's plotless/a mood piece/it makes very little sense!/it's depressive/and mopey/and the structure is a mess!/ But I hope you like it anyway/cha-cha!"

2 - Brooms, Hands )
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[07 Nov 1991|10:26pm]
Title: In the Noble and Most Ancient House of Black
Pairing: Remus/Sirius
Part: 1 Rating: R
Genres: Slash, angst
Spoilers: OotP


1 - Dawn, Brooms )
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[07 Nov 1983|10:23pm]
Title: In The Noble and Most Ancient House of Black
Pairing: Sirius/Remus
Rating: R
Genre: Slash, Angst

Prologue: Dust, Dawn )
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