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Title: It's Not Just Jokes and Chocolate
Rating: R for innuendo
Word Count: 100
Prompt: Hogsmeade & 'envy' for 100 Quills
Summary: Remus hates Hogsmeade.
Disclaimer: Still not mine & not profiting.
Notes: I don't think this is one of my better drabbles, but c'est la vie. Apparently now is the winter of writing angsty RS fics.

Remus hates Hogsmeade.

It's not the place he finds offensive, but what it means when people are going to Hogsmeade together.

After much effort James is finally going with Lily, Peter with Julie, and Sirius had been to Hogsmeade with over a dozen girls – even, memorably, two on a single day.

Being abandoned thusly by one's friends is more than a fellow should have to put up with, Remus thinks, as he watches their labelled dots on the Marauders Map leave the castle.

Especially since Sirius goes to Hogsmeade – metaphorically that is, because he won't acknowledge it publicly – with Remus.

Title: Electioneering

Author: Woldy

Rating: G

Pairing: none

Prompt: 'Try' for100quills

Wordcount: 100

Summary: Remus campaigns for the Ministry of Magic elections.

Disclaimer: not mine & not profiting.

 

 

"Good day," Remus says, polite and friendly as per their volunteer training. "I'm campaigning on behalf of Circe Stormlaw. Can we count on your vote?"

 

"Thinking of choosing Fudge," the man replies blandly.

 

"Stormlaw favours benefits reform," Remus says encouragingly, "and a childcare program which-"

 

"Sorry, not interested."

 

Remus never vocalises his own reasons, of course, "She'd repeal the Werewolf Registry. I'm certain of it."

 

At the following house, the door is slammed in his face.

 

It's probably hopeless, but he daren't stop. Perhaps the next one will be the deciding vote… Persistently, he trudges onwards in the gathering dark.

Title: Downhill from Here
Author: Woldy
Rating: PG-13 (for swearing)
Pairing: Sirius/James, Remus/Sirius, Lily/James
Prompt: 'Hollow' for 100 Quills
Wordcount: 100
Warnings: swearing, angst, spoilers for the prequel (does that even make sense as a concept?), unorthodox grammar
Disclaimer: These characters all belong to Jo.

I've been repeatedly ambushed by drabble bunnies recently. I'm in the middle of something and then wham it's thirty minutes later, I've written a drabble & work has gone by the wayside. Still, this is my first Sirius/James fic & it was fun to write. Poor Remus.


The difficulty with Sirius fucking James is that there's no good way for it to end.

Sirius has Remus, James has Lily, and they're best mates. It's all downhill from here.

At Hogwarts things between them were nearly but not quite, but now it indubitably, inescapably is. Is sexual. Nobody could attribute this to friendship.

Touching James is like being fifteen again, wild and reckless. It's no coincidence that they first fucked after fleeing Death Eaters and policemen by motorbike.

The shakily written note from Remus reads, "I'm leaving because of the lying, not the sex."

Remus never comes back.

Title: Chosen family or 'I'm looking at you, Proposition 8'
Author: Woldy
Rating: PG (for swearing) 
Pairing: Remus/Sirius
Prompt: family (& 'smile' for 100 quills)
Word count: 100


The problem wasn't that Sirius lacked a family, the problem was they were poisonous bastards who thought blood and money were all that mattered.

Fuck them. Nuclear families were bullshit. The only family that mattered were the ones you chose yourself – friends, lovers, carers if you were caught by a bad curse.

Sirius wished he were excited for James and Lily, but in truth he figured any institution that excluded gays was not an institution worth preserving.

"Ready, Pads? Got the ring?"

Sirius glanced at Moony who was smiling, spectacularly handsome in tails.

"Yeah," he said, stifling resentment. "Let's go."

Title: Five Drabbles Where Ginny Weasley May Have Fucked Pansy Parkinson
Author: Woldy
Rating: R
Warnings: swearing, booze, girlsex & implied bondage.
Notes: I blame the wonderful porny 'five times' stories about HP slash pairings, which caused me to wonder why the boys were having all the fun.
Disclaimer: These ladies are not mine & I'm not profiting. 


 

( Cut to the drabbles! )

Title: All about camping
Author: Woldy
Word Count: 100
Characters: Harry/Draco
Rating: PG
Challenge: Great Outdoors
Disclaimer: Not mine & not profiting.
Notes:  Originally posted at HD100

  

Title: The Homoeroticism Hypothesis
Word Count: 100
Rating: PG-13
Challenge: none
Pairing: Luna / Padma, & Ron / Hermione
Warnings: Includes het as well as femmeslash.
Disclaimer: not mine & not profiting.
Notes: Set immediately after the last chapter of DH.

"Well, that's a big surprise to exactly no one," Ginny commented, when Hermione and Ron arrived for breakfast together the morning after the battle.

"There's a hypothesis," Hermione said, "That boarding schools are homoerotic; something about the dormitories. I never found that."

Everyone exchanged glances.

"Don't look at me!" protested Ron.

"Too busy staying alive to notice," said Harry.

"Well, girls are very pretty," Luna said, "And I sometimes think that's why they stole my clothes."

"Wasn't it shoes?"

"Sometimes," replied Luna with a smile, "But in the mornings I often had to wrestle Padma to get my bra back."

Title: Triage
Author: Woldy
Prompt: Choices
Word count: 100
Rating: G
Disclaimer: these characters all belong to Jo.
Author's notes: AU (unless Peter is lying in canon). Peter's POV & quite dark.


 

 

 

 

Title: Friction
Author: Woldy
Prompt: Work
Word Count: 100
Disclaimer: The boys don't belong to me & I derive only enjoyment from using them.
Author notes: Unorthodox grammar, but it's intended as a train of consciousness. I hope it makes sense!
Comments: Appreciated muchly.

Sirius was never easy.

Brilliant, passionate, inspired – yes; but never easy.

A relationship with Sirius was, well, hard work.

Work, Remus thinks (remembering the physics textbooks littering their house, his dad’s patient explanations over toys) is when a force acts upon an object, causing it to move.

Sirius is a high friction surface: achieving any movement or compromise is difficult and there’s a constant danger of sparks.

Remus fears someday he will cease to move Sirius at all, or that Sirius will catch flame. Or worse, he may be pushed too far, beyond reach, falling, falling…


"Two people together is work
heroic in its ordinariness,
the slow-picked, halting traverse of a pitch
where the fiercest attention becomes routine
-look at the faces of those who have chosen it."
Adrienne Rich Twenty One Love Poems

I was in the midst of editing a serious, academic thingy when the idea for a Sirius/Remus Scrabble Drabble sprung upon me. Looking back at that sentence, it is clear that too much editing addles the brain. In any case, here's the result. It's not BETA-d, so I apologise for any glaring mistakes.

Title: Ill-ovoo
Pairing: Remus/Sirius
Rating: G
Words: 200
Summary: Sometimes you don't have to get the spelling right
Warnings: Fluffy enough that it might set off your allergies
Disclaimer: These boys belong to Jo.

Scrabble was Remus’ favourite game.

This was partly because Remus liked words, but mostly because Scrabble was one of few games without any explosions, nasty squirting goo, or some other form of noise, mess or violence. Remus didn’t object to noise, mess or violence per se – he was a Marauder after all – but he preferred them to take more imaginative forms.

Also, you couldn’t play those sorts of games in the hospital wing, which was where Remus and Sirius were currently sitting. The board, so far, consisted largely of four letter words. Sirius didn’t seem to be trying very hard.

“Get on with it Padfoot,” Remus said, watching Sirius frown at his collection of letters.

“These are lousy letters,” Sirius mumbled.

“Chuck ‘em back, then.”

After a pause, Sirius intersected the tiles LOVU with the I of an existing word.

“Ill-ovoo?” Remus said, reaching for the dictionary. “Surely that isn’t-”

Remus stopped and re-read the letters. He glanced up at Sirius, who was staring fixedly at the table.

“You’ve spelled it wrong,” Remus said. He added the E, O and Y tiles, then reached out to brush Sirius’ fingers.

Sirius looked up. His smile was like the sun coming out.