Pairing/Characters: Sirius/Harry -- Sirius, Harry, Lupin
Words: 100 (written for harry100's challenge prompt, "Follow".
Warnings: Grief, Suicidality
The veil caught the air, swelled, and then was still. Lupin was holding him. Holding Harry back. He had surged toward that place – the last place he’d seen Sirius, where he’d fallen, where he’d died. Harry twisted, his body bruising where Lupin’s hands gripped and fought him. And he felt himself screaming, his muscles straining, his whole body wrought. There was no fleeting thought for Ron, not one for Hermione, for his life; there wasn’t anything but the gaping loss. Nothing left but the soft veil, and Harry’s every cell, bright with the only desire he had left: to follow.
Pairing: Sirius/James UST, James/Lily
Notes: I'm writing a novel-length story and doing a LOT of work today. I just needed a drabble break!
Sirius Black had slept with many women. Tall and short, round, thin, black, white, witch and Muggle alike. He was good at sleeping with women. He could loose their tongues, wrap their legs around his waist, nibble rakishly at an ear in the dark.
He’d always worn his conquests like adornments, gold and shining. He wore them like new vests, a fine chain. He wore them like masks.
All it took was for James to walk in a room. Sirius could even still smell like the woman he’d been with not an hour ago. Yet it was all he could do, watching his friend with his new girl, Lily, watching them flirt and then turn that sweetness on him, the one sidling up and taking his arm, Lily…the other leaning in close and whispering in his ear, “Let’s wreak some havoc, shall we?”
All it took was James, and Sirius felt the golden mask slip. And because he was such a lady-killer, Sirius could get away with sliding a hand around James’s body, pulling him in close, kissing him hard on the mouth to Lily’s giggling delight, and he could whisper back, “Way ahead of you, old friend.”
These were the moments that had slain his soul.
These were the moments he treasured beyond price.
Rating: PG (if something that makes my lady parts sing can be PG.)
Words: 100x18 (yes, 18) written for the prompt, "Witch's Weekly", over at the awesome harry100!
Summary: Rita Skeeter is on the make again, reporting on Harry's romance with Hermione. But something else may be going on. Something up on the seventh floor....
Notes: Set in the beginning of HBP.
( Out of the Mist )
Okay, I am a shit researcher, and after unsuccessfully going in search of this answer, I thought, well heck, I'll just ask. I will warn that this question may be triggery for some.
I've written a story that includes (well, the entire thing is) rape under the Imperius curse. Is there a correct or agreed upon way to warn for that? Any suggestions, facts, or universal truths would be very welcome!
Thank you in advance!!!