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Anyway, PG-13, 600+ words. For Days 6 & 7 of wellymuck. I'm going to catch up, I am, I am...

( everything is the same but Sirius )

Stranger Things Have Happened, PG, 750 words. For Day 5, sort of... I was listening to it, right, but I don't know that it has any bearing on what came out, so perhaps my toes are in line to be eaten? Many thanks to deathofletters for the help. ♥ And I am behind now, augh.

( I am not really the sort of writer who should play with punctuation in any way, but I did, so ha. )

(Lame) Title: A Few Mornings in January
Author: omgsubtext, now last_radio
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 6666, exactly. And it was an accident.
Disclaimer: I'm JKR. This is all mine. ... Am I fooling anyone? No? Good. Have a cookie and don't sue me.
Notes: Written mostly for blanketforts. Pure fluff. Like, what little plot there is was spun from sugar. You've been warned.

( This is what I wrote on time. )



( This is what I just finished today. )

And Still I, PG, 325 words. For Day 4. A sequel/companion to With Him Wherever, but can stand alone.

( wait )

Heat, R...ish... okay PG-13, 400 words. For Day 3 of wellymuck.



( Warning: Peter. )

Sweet (Spontaneous), so G it hurts, 300+ words. For Day 2 of wellymuck.


( You have mud between your toes. )

Just Until, PG, 1500+ words. For Day 1 of wellymuck; also inspired, very slightly, by Rufus Wainwright's "April Fools."

( In which there aren't any pranks, not really. )

With Him Where Ever, 375 words, R/S with Fenrir (blah), nothing offensive for a slasher. No beta. Could use an honest one, by which I mean one who does not know me, like me or care about hurting my feelings, which, yes, are easily hurt, but never too deeply. Oh. And. The song. It's "Do You Love an Apple?", originally sung in 1975 by the Bothy Band.

( This is not what I was supposed to write tonight, dammit. )

Three, Two. For desetoiles because she is awesome, and also because she asked; sorry, dear, that I didn't exactly use the challenge you gave me or make it very long or any of that. Feel free to make me try again. My next goal is to write a fic that actually goes beyond the initial kissing, like. Un-beta'd, 1000+ words

( They could have avoided the whole mess if Paris had gone for Menelaus instead. )

Title: If I Like and You Like
Author: omgsubtext
Warnings: Bit o' swearing, bit o' snogging (as if you would mind), far too much sugar. Overall, terribly safe for mature children.
Word Count: 3000+
Notes: Written for chibirhm at joint_gifts; she requested something based off of "you being in love" by e.e. cummings and other things, like a happy ending. And I did my bestest.
Summary: There's a war, but mostly there are boys. And Christmas.

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( they wonder )

nights like this, G, 260 words, for blanketforts.

( His father asks, “Have your eye on a girl, Remus?” and Remus doesn’t know what makes him shake his head and say, “a boy,” but he does. )

Pure Reason!, 400 words, PG, for blanketforts.


( they are stupid, can rarely read handwriting, lost everything all the time, would not follow list anyway )

Title: Of the Romance-Impaired
Author: omgsubtext
Pairing: R/S
Length: 200 words. I am officially incapable of writing anything long, so I shoot for those special numbers that will allow me to call myself artistic.
Genre: Pre-Azkaban; sugar-free fluff. (Also low-fat, but high in sodium.)
A/N: Not much point in summarizing 200 words. Also, this Sirius is not my own. He belongs (in addition to JKR, etc.) to a friend of mine. Blame her.

( Remus imagined stars and kisses, Sirius knows. But he'll have to get over it. )

Title: Death's Dream Kingdom
Author: omgsubtext
Pairing: R/S
Rating: PG
Word Count: 100
Notes, etc: Post-OotP. Random. Was meant to be one in a series, but like so many other things, I abandoned it.

( Eyes I dare not meet in dreams. )

Title: Till Human Voices Wake Us; or, "Three Scenes from a Fic Mac Won't Finish"
Author: omgsubtext
Rating: G? PG? Low.
Characters: Harry and Lupin. So not the pairing. (Pairings are R/S and R/Hr.) Post-entire-series, so possibly to become AU in a few days.
Warnings: Adult!Harry, prematurely-aging!Lupin. Character death. Literary allusions and poetry reading.
Disclaimer: The characters belong to J.K. Rowling and whoever else is covered in the legal mumbo-jumbo. A few snippets and the title/subtitles belong to, in no paricular order, Tennyson, Eliot, Donne, Byron and Keats. No, I don't read too much poetry, why do you ask?
A/N: I started trying to write something for the Raising Harry ficathon, and it grew and ate my brain, and I got halfway done before deciding to give up and focus on an idea that actually meets the ficathon requirements. Thus, three scenes that stand alone; post-OotP. Post-everything, actually. The first is in a garden, the second is in a Pensieve and the third is in the Department of Mysteries. Someday I may finish the story that strings them together, but probably not.


( The Tender Grace of a Day )



( A Dream, Which Was Not All a Dream )



( Live to Trace Their Shadows )


Comments adored and concrit worshipped.

Title: Red
Author: omgsubtext
Pairing: R/S
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 100
Notes, etc: Angst. First drabble ever. First completed fic-thing ever. No beta. Promise it's in complete sentences, mostly sort of not really, unlike this, which is not at all. Terrified to post it. Corrections/suggestions welcome. Gentle honesty preferred. Vaguely inspired by Elbow's "Red." Has nothing to do with it, really, but that's what set it off. And I don't own them.

( Dumbledore tells him in small pieces so Remus, suddenly an infant again, will not choke. )