sheafrotherdon
25 December 2005 @ 06:08 pm
Fic: Knowing  
Fic: Knowing
Author: [livejournal.com profile] sheafrotherdon
Pairing: R/S
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: JKR owns the pups, I merely mess 'em up
A/N: Written for a wee little exchange between smishable nutcases :) Happy Christmas [livejournal.com profile] imochan! - whose prompt was 1) Puppies 2) a scene in a neighbourhood pub 3) a kiss to someone's fingertips. My very first Bring Back Black fic - 'cause nothing says Christmas like smitten pups vanquishing death ;) Set after the end of OOTP - Remus' POV.

His body understands long before his mind can grasp what he's seeing. )
 
 
sheafrotherdon
25 October 2005 @ 07:43 am
Drabblet: Without as Within  
Drabblet: Without as Within
Author: [livejournal.com profile] sheafrotherdon
Pairing: Remus/Sirius
Rating: G
Summary: The autumn after Sirius falls. Loosely related to the prompt for day twenty-five at [livejournal.com profile] scarvesnhats. 204 words.

Be still, he'd whispered . . . )
 
 
sheafrotherdon
21 March 2005 @ 11:42 am
Ficlet: The Metric Weight of Grief  
Ficlet: The Metric Weight of Grief
Author: [livejournal.com profile] sheafrotherdon
Pairing: Remus/Sirius
Rating: G
Disclaimer: JKR owns the pups, I merely imagine their unhappiness
Summary: Sirius is gone. Remus grieves.
A/N: 320 words over which I had no control.

For eight mornings afterward, Remus wakes and stares at the wall. )
 
 
sheafrotherdon
21 December 2004 @ 12:23 pm
Epilogue: One Werewolf, One Boy, and a Ghost  
Fic: Epilogue: One Werewolf, One Boy, and a Ghost
Author: [livejournal.com profile] sheafrotherdon
Rating: G
Pairing: R/S
Disclaimer: JKR owns the pups, I just torture them
X Posted: [livejournal.com profile] remusxsirius and [livejournal.com profile] shacking_up
Summary: It's the Christmas after Sirius dies, and memories surface.
A/N: Oh see, THIS is why I write the happy! Because otherwise Remus breaks my heart. 291 words of remembering to follow Two Wizards, One Gift, and a Duck-Billed Platypus. Thanks again to [livejournal.com profile] thistlerose for looking it over!

They sat on the stairs, the only place that felt remotely comfortable in the confines of that malevolent house. )