celisnebula

celisnebula @ 2007-11-30T11:19:00

2007-11-30T22:51:52Z

fridayfiver_uk

1. How's your Christmas present shopping going this year?
2. What was your best Christmas present as a kid (and why)?
3. What are you hoping to get present wise for Christmas this year?
4. What was the worst present you got ever (and why)?
5. Friday fill-in: Father Christmas is _____________

1) Pretty good, I have everyone but the Brat completely done. The brat... about 3/4 of the way done.
2) Hmmm honestly can't remember - every Christmas present was a wonderful present.
3) LOL Gerard Butler tied up with a bow under my tree - aint happening though.
4) *snort* A package of men's briefs... it was a mislabeled present, but still.
5) Father Christmas is strangely stalkerish - I mean hello, he sees you when you're sleeping, he knows when you're awake, he knows when you've been bad or good - yesh.

fridayfiver

1. What do you resent?
2. What is your most recent occupation?
3. What are you presently wearing?
4. What presents have you bought?
5. Whose presence would you enjoy tonight?

1) It depends on my mood, and the day. Some days it's the fact that my brother lives with me practically for free (though it's my own damn fault for allowing him to be there). Other days it's the fact that even though I've been at my job for 8 years, 2 years longer than one, and 4 years longer than another employee in my same department but different region, I make $2 to $3 less an hour because our union was SEIU instead of UAW and I lost all my seniority and pay status when we moved over to the UAW.
2) My job title says that I'm a facilities courier; however, I do mostly administrative jobs. I file, take memos, order supplies, interact with vendors, track down packages, take timesheets, organize corporate parties for our building, write and edit the quarterly ezine for Health and Safety, maintain the MSDS sheets, maintain the access database of all employees throughout the state and their computer equipment - things of that nature.
3) Brown and blue stripped sweater, a grey floor length skirt, a pair of black cloth mary-janes and the necessary underwear.
4) I have a lot of presents bought! I have my mom, sister, brother in law, and brother completely done. I have a few more things to buy for the Brat, but for the most part, I'm done with him too.
5) My own.

thefridayfive

1. What's the most strange thing anyone has ever pointed out to you?
2. What's the most obvious thing anyone has ever pointed out to you?
3. What's the most miserable thing anyone has ever pointed out to you?
4. What's the most extraordinary thing anyone has ever pointed out to you?
5. What's the greatest thing that anyone has ever pointed out to you?

1) A huge ball of twine in the middle of nowhere.
2) The way the Las Vegas strip looks at night.
3) The large quantity of homeless children that live in Las Vegas.
4) How to douse with divining rods - that was so cool.
5) Stonehenge

It's Friday and I survived. At least I think I did... my body isn't too sure of that. I've done at lot of reading over the weekend. I finished all seven of the Sookie Stackhouse novels by Charlane Harris, then I read the three Morganville Vampire novels followed by the five (I don't have number six yet) Weather Warden novels by Rachel Cain (I finished book five at 1am last night). Honestly, they were good but not great... and I did put them on hold last Friday night so I could gobble up the two Sherrilyon Kenyon novels I grabbed (Upon The Midnight Clear and Devil May Cry) both were full of Dark Hunter goodness.

Yeah, I read a lot, and fast. I can normally finish a 300+ page book in about 2 and 1/2 hours - and with the house so quite (cause everyone was sick) it was prime time reading for me.

I noticed that author poemomm is going to be taking her Snape/Granger fan fiction down, hopefully not right away - this will give me the weekend to snag her stuff (I'm afraid I've never read her - so I don't want her stuff to disappear before I get a chance to). She's an author that's asked people not to spread her stuff around once she removes it, so I won't be sharing.

In other news, I am completely stupid! I still have not found chapter 12 of Tomorrow's Appeal. It's not on my flash drive. It's not in the super secret work folder. It's not in the "In Progress" folder on the lap top... I have no idea where it could've gone. *head desk* I worked on it last Saturday, and I was sure I saved it, but it's gone poof along with the 2 pages I had started on another chapter of An Unconventional Moment. See... this is why I should stick to inclusive one-shots; I lose the following chapters and get stuck. And I can't believe neither is on the &*^$% flash drive... I mean that's why I bought the damn thing.

At least I turned in my sshg_exchange assignment before I could lose that too.

Bleh.

Can I be Ebenezer Scrooge now?

TGIF!

2007-11-30T22:51:01Z

Thank goodness it's Friday! This week has been (uberly) long. All I want to do is curl up, in my nice, warm lazy boy chair, with my knitted blanket and a book for a little down time (though, if I do that, I know I'll be asleep within minutes). I received my sshg_exchange prompt(s), so I've been mulling those over - dunno if I'm doing a story or art as of yet, since all of the prompts are pretty interesting.

This week has been a mix bag of good and bad.

Bratlet seems to really be enjoying school this year (I naively say only the second week in) - and, so far (knock on wood), he's not been bullied - so hopefully that means good things for the rest of the year.

The kittens are weaning and using the cat box, though it was a close call when one of the little buggers thought that the cat litter was food and tried eating it. They've graduated from the laundry basket to the old dog cage. Poor Cinnamon - they keep chasing him around the living room; a golden retriever being chased by a rolly polly kitten - hilarious.

Exactly three weeks until my Mum is home for a visit - she hasn't been back to Michigan since my sister's wedding over two years ago.

Fixed the thermostat I broke the other week - that thing was ancient and I'm so glad I didn't break it more since it had mercury in it. It was a pain in the ass, but it's fixed and it matches my wall trim, unlike the old one which was brown.

The bad and the ugly: on Friday last week, I got a ticket into the SH help desk - a plagiarism allegation. It turns out, it was completely accurate allegation and I feel... icky. Icky because I had read those stories, and had reviewed them, and it wasn't even that person's work - it was someone else's. I'm just glad the situation was resolved in favor of the actual author, and glad that she took the time to come forward. Though, I do wish the person who altered her to the theft had also emailed our help desk as well - if we don't know about it, then we can't fix it. Bleh.

Finally, it's Friday, and ya know what that means... time to get the Friday Fives on!

thefridayfive:

1. What was the most sick that you've ever been?
2. What disease are you afraid of getting?
3. Are you a big baby when it comes to taking medicine/shots for your illnesses?
4. Is going to the doctor really THAT bad?
5. Would you have the flu twice a month if you were paid $1,000 for having it?

1) I had a horrible strain of strep throat with a inner ear infection all at the same time - I felt like I was dying.
2) Alzheimer's and cancer. Alzheimer's because it would be horrible not to remember things, and cancer because I've seen, first hand, what it can do to you.
3) No, not really. I may not like it, but if I look away, I can have it done and be on my way (which reminds me, it's almost time for the flue clinic workshop here - flu shots galor).
4) Errr Yes, if I have to have my legs up in metal stirrups while he/she inserts a cold speculum into and area I'd rather not have metal equipment sliding into. Or a hard, plastic machine squeezing my breasts in it's unyielding grip as I have a mammogram.
5) Hmmm - $1000 bucks for puking my guts out (easy way to lose weight) and being miserable, god, only if I were hard up for cash.

fridayfiver_uk:

1. If you had to appear on Mastermind, what would your chosen specialist subjects be?
2. You’re in Hells Kitchen for the day and you have to cook your signature dish; what would it be? (the full recipe would be nice if you’ve got time).
3. Which cartoon character might you get the hots for if they were human?
4. If you had to sing in an X Factor audition, what song would you choose to impress the judges with.
5. Name 6 TV shows that are your stable diet each week; things you don't like to miss?

1) I've never seen this show, so I couldn't say. I dunno how well I'd do on any quiz game show - I know the answers when I watch at home, but being on TV and doing it is vastly different - I'd probably forget everything on stage.
2) LOL Gordon Ramsay... why on the frigging earth would I want to submit myself to Gordon Ramsay's abuse? Oh, sure he's kinda cute, in that brutal, harsh way - but dude, the man has a mouth on him. Anyway, if I were sick enough to do it, I'd cook:
"Jerk" chicken

3/4 cup teriyaki sauce (thin not thick)
2 cloves garlic crushed
2 1/2 tsp. minced ginger
1/2 tsp. cayenne pepper
1/2 tsp. salt
1 3 1/2 lb. chicken cut into pieces

Marinate the chicken at least 1 hour, longer if you can, to really get the meat saturated. Preheat oven to 400. Place chicken (and marinade) skin side down for 10 minutes. Use a throw away pan here as you will spend hours cleaning up after if you dont. Flip the chicken and bake 35 minutes or until done basting frequently.

And to go with.....

Scalloped potatoes

3 or 4 Idaho potatoes sliced thin on the mandolin, warm 1/2 cup whole milk and 1/2 cup cream with 2 crushed garlic cloves. Arrange the potatoes in a baking dish, and season with salt and pepper, then pour over the milk and cream concoction on top. Top with as much gruyere as you think you would like. Sprinkle on some paprika. Cover with foil. Bake at least an hour at 350. Uncover and bake another 10-15 until bubbly.

3) Samurai Jack!
4) "I can't Make You Love Me (If you don't)" or "Halleluiah".
5) Doctor Who, Star Gate Atlantis, Top Chef, Flash Gordon, Supernatural, and Heroes.

Two communities (as I'm typing this and an insanely early hour), haven't updated this week... I'll post those questions and answers as soon as they're up for fridayfiver and hp_fridayfive

Stubbornly says it's still Friday (even though it's 1am)

2007-11-30T22:50:54Z

So without further ado, here's today's Friday fives:

thefridayfive
1. Who is your best friend?
2. Why did you become friends?
3. How did you meet?
4. Why have you stayed friends?
5. How long (realistically) do you think you'll be friends?

1) I don't actually have a best friend any longer, she died when the bratlet was six months old.
2) From birth - she use to tell me it was love at first sight. My Mom brought me to her house, and just like that, it was love. I know I grew up loving her.
3) My Mom and her daughter Sally were best friends when my Mom was a teenager - and so she was always apart of my life.
4) *shrugs* We just were - it's hard to explain.
5) We were friends for my entire life, until she died. And her memory is always there, and will be until I die.

fridayfiver
1. Have you ever run away?
2. What is the longest you've dated someone?
3. What don't you like to think about?
4. What was your last illness?
5. Do you like to get revenge?

1) Yes, use to do it all of the time when I lived in Hawaii (though, really, how far can you run away on a military base?).
2) Does the on again, off again, not really a relationship, it's only sex thing with Michael that's been in existence for the last ten years count? If not, then four years.
3) The fact that I'm not getting sex on a regular basis, or the fact that my kid is getting older - I'm not ready for him to be a teenager just yet.
4) I've been down with a sour stomach the last few days - even the thought of food makes me want to puke.
5) Depends on what I'm getting revenge for, and against whom (my brother and sister are fair game for revenge, others, it takes some thought as to whether it's worth it or not).

fridayfiver_uk

1. What jobs did you have as a kid?
2. What was your first proper job?
3. If you wanted to get back at someone on your team, what would you do?
4. What job did you always want as a kid and why?
5. If you could have any job in the world, what would you do?

1) I babysat - a lot. Plus the normal chores of yard work, dishes, laundry - things of that nature.
2) Working at Burger King when I turned 16 (hated it).
3) Errrrmm what team? Huh? Am so lost.
4) I thought it would be cool to be an archaeologist, digging around in the dirt, unearthing ancient civilizations.
5) Honestly, I still would like to be an archaeologist - how cool would that be?

hp_fridayfive has nothing new up this week.

celisnebula @ 2007-08-30T20:02:00

2007-08-31T00:03:12Z

Title: Blue Moon
Author: celisnebula
Characters: Fenrir Greyback/ David Kessler
Genres: Crossover, Drama, Romance, Tragedy
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Character Death/ Violence
Summary: Fenrir Greyback’s propensity to viciously attack humans in an effort to create more werewolves causes problems for an American on vacation.

1981 – East Proctor, inside the Slaughtered Lamb Pub

“You can’t let them go,” the waitress whispered.

“Should the world know our business?” came the angry hiss from a middle-aged man, fingering the tip of his dart.

The chess player in the corner looked up, his hand hovering over the castle piece. “It’s murder then,” he said without inflection, as if discussing the weather, picking the chess piece up.

“Then murder it is!” The middle-aged man grunted, throwing the dart with all of his might at the board. “It’s in God’s hands now.”

The pub fell quiet again, save for the sound of the rain tapping against the windows. No one spoke, trying to pretend that it was just a normal raining night – trying to forget the monster under the bed.

“Perhaps they’ll be safe in the rain,” the waitress said, breaking the silence.

The chess player slammed his hand down on the table, causing the waitress to flinch. “No one brought them here!” he shouted. “No one wanted them here!”

“We could’ve told them,” she shot back.

“Are you daft?” the middle-aged dart player asked, whipping around to stare at the waitress. “What do you think they’d say? They’d think us mad.”

The occupants of the pub fell silent again. A faint, distant howl echoed above the pattering sound of the rain.

“Did you hear it? We must go to them!” implored the waitress.

The dart player stared at her for a moment. “I heard nothing,” he grunted, turning back to his game.

Another howl sounded in the distance.

“Nor I,” whispered the chess player, his face pale.

~~oOo~~

1981 – East Proctor, somewhere on the moors

Two young men trampled through the wet darkness, backpacking their way across the English moors. The rain, which had been pouring down upon them, slowed to a light drizzle. The howl of an animal, somewhere in the distance, broke their companionable silence. It was followed by another – long and loud – terrifyingly closer.

“Shit! David, what is that?” Jack asked with an edge of panic in his voice.

“I don’t know,” David replied. “Come on.”

“Come on, where?”

“Anywhere!” David exclaimed, walking faster. “I think we should just keep moving.”

Jack lengthened his stride, matching the brisk pace of his companion. “I vote we go back to the Slaughtered Lamb.”

“Yeah –

A low, guttural growl – followed by the sound of twigs snapping – interrupted David’s response.

“It’s moving,” David whispered.

“Fuck!” Jack muttered. “It’s circling us.”

~~oOo~~

1981 – East Proctor, somewhere on the moors

The scent of rain and sheep filled his nostrils, and underneath – the coy, sweet scent of two humans. He took a deep breath, no scent of magic, two Muggle humans.

Not only would he be showing his presence – as Lord Voldemort wished – he could also have a little fun. The wet grass tickled his feet as he stalked forward – his naked, wet skin itching as the time for transformation approached.

~~oOo~~

1981 – East Proctor, somewhere on the moors

The two travelers raced through the craggy fields, trying to outmaneuver the animal chasing them. A long, piercing howl brought them to an abrupt stop. Directly in front of them, in the far distance, stood a dark, hulking shape – barely discernible, save for its eerily glowing eyes and ragged breathing.

“Oh shit. What is that? Do you think it’s a dog?” Jack asked, panting slightly, panic making his voice squeaky.

“A sheep dog or something,” David gasped. “Turn slowly and let’s walk away.”

“Nice doggie,” Jack wheezed, walking slowly backwards. “Good boy.”

“Walk away, Jack.”

“Walking away, yes, sir.” Jack turned around. “Here we are walking away.”

They started to run, the air filled with the sounds of their heavy panting.

“See anything?” David puffed.

“No.”

Behind them, the animal howled.

“It sounds far away,” David said, slowing down. The adrenaline in his system couldn’t prevent the soreness of fatigued muscles.

“Not far enough,” replied Jack.

David suddenly fell, slipping in the mud. He let out a sharp “oomph” as his body hit the ground, startling Jack.

“You really scared me, you shithead,” Jack yelled, staring down at his mud-covered friend.

“Are you going to help me up?”

Jack leaned down, offering David his hand, when suddenly the animal pounced. It brought Jack down in one fell swoop – claws and teeth ripping into the helpless man.

David scrambled to his feet and started to run.

“Jesus fuck! David!” Jack screamed. The werewolf grunted as Jack fought back, but the werewolf was far stronger – pinning the man to the ground as he savaged him.

Jack?” David turned back. “Oh my God, Jack!” David ran towards Jack and the werewolf, only to fall again.

“Please help me! Please! David! Shit! Help me! Oh, God!” Jack screamed a final time.

David pushed himself up and raced towards the sound of Jack’s screams. On the wet, muddy ground lay Jack’s mangled body. “Jack!” he cried out. “Jack…”

The werewolf pounced on him, teeth sinking into David’s shoulder. Instinctively, he elbowed the werewolf, and he tried to flatten himself to the ground. The werewolf howled, scraping along David’s arms in an attempt to turn him over. In the far distance, shots rang out.

The last thing David saw before he fainted was a group of men from the Slaughtered Lamb running towards him, shotguns at the ready, torches hoisted high.

~~oOo~~

1981 – East Proctor, somewhere on the moors

“Do we know who attacked them?” the Obliviator asked, scanning the area.

“No, not really, but it wouldn’t surprise me at all to hear it was Greyback,” responded Villiers, the older Auror.

“Fuck me… it’s amazing that one survived then,” muttered McManus, a gangly Auror with scraggly brown hair.

“I don’t think he’d agree with you,” Villiers quipped. “Changing into an unthinking beast every month isn’t exactly my idea of surviving.”

“Will St. Mungo’s be taking him in, since he’s a Muggle?” McManus asked.

The Obliviator shook his head. “The villagers think they’ve killed a deranged lunatic – couldn’t entirely erase the idea that it was a werewolf from their minds, so I modified the memory so they think it was an insane person pretending to be a wolf. They’ll be sending the survivor to their own medical establishment.”

“We’ve got to do something,” McManus muttered.

“There’s nothing to do,” replied the Obliviator. “According to the Ministry, now that the Muggles have been contained – they think they’ve killed it – it’s not our problem.”

“But – but he’s been bitten!”

“As I said, it’s not our problem. The medical staff at St. Mungo’s has been notified – they’ll deal with the situation.”

~~oOo~~

London – St. Bartholomew's Hospital

Sunlight streamed into a small, sterile hospital room, bathing the injured man in golden light. With the exception of his right shoulder, most of the injuries covering his face and arms appeared to be superficial. On his left forearm, an IV of plasma slowly dripped down.

“Jack!” he screamed out, causing a nurse to rush into the room.

“Mr. Kessler?”

She rushed to his bedside, lifting his eyelids with her thumb so she could look into his eyes.

“Mr. Kessler?” she called out again, but there was no response. She picked up the chart at the end of the bed and quickly scanned it.

As she checked the chart, an older gentleman, wearing a customary lab coat, entered the room. The nurse handed over the chart.

“Dr. Hirsch,” she said hesitantly. “Mr. Kessler cried out, not more than a minute ago.”

“What exactly did he call out, Nurse Price?”

“He said ‘Jack’.”

“Ah,” said the Doctor. “That would be Jack Goodman, the boy who was killed.”

Nurse Price nodded her head and moved towards the door, pausing just as she reached it. “What happened to them?” she asked, hand hovering over the door handle.

“The police report said an escaped lunatic attacked them. He must have been a very powerful man…” he trailed off. “Though I don’t see how that is any of your concern, Nurse Price.”

“No, sir. Of course, sir,” she replied, opening the door. “Good day, Doctor.”

~~oOo~~

London – Alex Price’s London Flat

Alex walked into her apartment, withdrawing a slender wand. With a quick swish of the wand, the door closed securely behind her. She muttered a small, “Incendio,” pointing the wand at the fireplace.

Toeing off her shoes, she walked over to the mantel, reaching for an innocuous jar. Her fingers shifted through the grainy sand as she grabbed a fist full of Floo powder.

She threw the powder into the hearth, calling out, “St. Mungo’s – Hippocrates Smethwyck.”

A face appeared.

“Ah, Alex,” it said, “and how is our little Muggle doing today?”

“He woke up briefly – calling for his friend, Jack.”

“Jack?”

Alex nodded. “Yes, the young man who was killed.”

Healer Smethwyck looked thoughtful for a moment. “Perhaps the Memory Charm is working then – it doesn’t always in these sorts of cases.”

“So…” Alex hesitated. “He might be saf –”

“No, I’m afraid not,” the Healer interrupted. “He is definitely infected – anyone bitten by a werewolf is infected.”

“Will he be moved to St. Mungo’s then?”

“I’m afraid that isn’t possible – he is a Muggle… the repel charms wouldn’t let him through.”

“But he needs treatment,” Alex responded. “He can’t get the type of treatment he needs inside St. Bartholomew's – they’re already raising their eyebrows over how fast he’s healed.”

Healer Smethwyck sighed. “Unfortunately, there is nothing I can do. Whilst being a werewolf does make him a magical creature, the simple fact is he is a Muggle – the magical constraints on St. Mungo’s would make it impossible for him to walk through the doors.”

“It’s nearly time for another full moon. What are we supposed to do? Let him roam free?” Alex gave a harsh, barking laugh. “Oh, yes, I can see how well that will go over.”

“Then you’ll just have to invite him home. That way you can monitor him whilst giving him proper treatment.”

“What?” Shocked, Alex stared at the face in the fireplace. “You can’t seriously mean that!”

“There’s no other option, not at this point in time.”

“Surely the Ministry has someplace to put him – I mean it isn’t as if he’s the first Muggle to have been bitten.”

“Alex,” Healer Smethwyck drawled. “Don’t be deliberately difficult, you’ll be perfectly safe and well compensated.”

“Difficult?!” she yelled. “You think I’m being difficult because I don’t want a savage, mindless beast in my home? Are you bloody insane?”

“You’ve started slipping him bits of Wolfsbane Potion, haven’t you?”

Alex nodded.

“Then he should be perfectly contained.” Healer Smethwyck paused for a moment. “You know there isn’t any other choice right now. He has to be monitored until other arrangements can be made; he can’t just wander around.”

“This is going above and beyond the call of duty, don’t you think?” Alex waved her arms at the flat behind her. “This is my home!”

“What would you have me do, Alex?”

“I don’t know, something – anything else,” she said, crossing her arms over her chest.

“Alex…” Healer Smethwyck sighed.

“I –” Alex started and then stopped. With a soft shake of her head, she began again. “There really isn’t any other choice, is there?”

“I’m afraid not.”

~~oOo~~

London – St. Bartholomew's Hospital

David cut off a gasp as the needle went into his flesh, blinking his eyes against the stark, bright whiteness of the hospital room. Nurse Price held a syringe in her right hand, while Doctor Hirsch took his pulse, and the estimable Mr. Collins from the American Embassy scurried out the door.

“How long have I been here?” David asked thickly, his voice sounding strange to his own ears.

“You’ve been unconscious since you were brought in two weeks ago,” the doctor replied.

“Two weeks?”

“You’ve suffered some rather severe cuts and bruises – lost a lot of blood,” Doctor Hirsch told him. “Nothing too serious, black and blue for a while. You’ll have some dueling scars to boast of. That lunatic must have been a very fierce fellow. They do say a mad man has the strength of ten.”

“Lunatic?” David asked softly, feeling sluggish.

“Now we’ve given you a pretty strong sedative, so try to get some rest now,” Hirsch said, patting David’s arm. “Nurse Price will see to your needs. Rest now.”

Alex pulled the covers over David’s chest, straightening and smoothing the blankets over him.

“It wasn’t a lunatic,” David slurred.

“I beg your pardon?” Alex asked.

“It was a wolf,” David said softly, so softly that Alex couldn’t hear him.

“What?” she asked, bending her head down.

“A wolf,” he slurred just before he passed out.

Alex gave a panicked look to the doctor.

“Did he say a wolf?” the doctor asked.

“Yes,” Alex replied weakly. “I believe he did.”

Doctor Hirsch gave David a thoughtful look and then shook his head, as if trying to clear it. “Poor boy’s been through so much.”

~~oOo~~

London – Diagon Alley

Alex rushed down the cobbled path of Diagon Alley to Eeylops Owl Emporium. Brandishing the required Galleons, she selected one of the rental owls to send Healer Smethwyck a quick message.

He thinks he was attacked by a wolf.

~ Alex

“Please see that this is delivered immediately,” she told the owl, giving him a small stroke. “It’s very important.”

The owl nodded its head, spread its impressive wings, and was off in a flash.

~~oOo~~

London – St. Bartholomew's Hospital

David bolted upright in his bed, furiously blinking as he tried to gain his bearings. He focused on the sleeping figure of Nurse Price, crimped up uncomfortably in the side chair, a copy of Connecticut Yankee folded on her lap. Taking in a gulping breath, he tried to calm himself – the dreams, while vivid, where just that – only dreams.

He slowly reached over and switched the lamp beside his bed on. Then, as gently as possible, he tugged the book off Alex’s lap. The movement startled her, and she snapped awake.

Blinking her eyes, she let out a small yawn, and then smiled softly at David.

“Hello,” she said sleepily. “Are you all right?”

“I’m sorry I woke you up,” David whispered softly.

“Don’t be silly,” she said, stretching in the chair. “Can I get you something?”

“No, thank you.” David shook his head, a small smile playing at his lips. “Just keep me company for a while.”

“That’s easy enough,” Alex laughed.

David leaned forward, cultivating an air of confidence. “I keep having these really terrible dreams,” he whispered. “They’re getting worse, and I can’t seem to stop them.”

Alex sighed softly, gently cupping his cheek.

“David, your dreams will stop,” she assured him. “You’ll leave England and all your bad memories – all of this – will all fade away.”

He looked into her eyes.

“Will you come with me?”

“What?” She dropped her hand from his face.

A smile lit his face, making him look youthful, carefree, and terribly handsome. He reached for her hand.

“I’m serious. You don’t know me, and I don’t know nothing about you.” His eyes twinkled mischievously. “We have a perfect relationship.”

Alex threw her head back, and let out a lovely giggle. “Now, David,” she said, still laughing. “I said I would keep you company, but I meant right here and now.”

David tugged her hand to his chest, placing her palm right over his heart.

“Will you think about it?” he asked earnestly.

“How did we get from your bad dreams to my taking a holiday with a patient?”

“Not just a patient.” He shot her another bone melting smile. “Me.”

Alex blushed and pulled her hand from his chest.

“You’re being awfully forward, aren’t you?” Her tone was serious.

“Forgive me,” David said, trying to backtrack. He had obviously gone too far. “I’m trying to cheer myself up and,” he smiled again, “an affair with a beautiful nurse seemed like just the thing to do it.”

Alex quirked an eyebrow, and asked, “All I am to you is a sex fantasy then?”

David’s face flushed.

“Now I’m embarrassed,” he said softly.

“Good,” she replied firmly. “I thought for a moment I was the only embarrassed one in the room.”

An awkward silence filled the room, and David sighed. He handed the book back to Alex.

“Where were we in the book?” he asked.

~~oOo~~

London – Alex Price’s London Flat

Alex grabbed a fist full of Floo powder and threw it into the fireplace. She called out, “St. Mungo’s,” and stepped into the greenish fire.

The fireplace spat her out on the ground floor. Alex stalked down the hall towards the staircase, ignoring the comments of the portraits trying to get her attention. She took the stairs to the first floor, two at a time, until she reached the Dai Llewellyn ward.

Then, without even knocking, she entered Healer Smethwyck’s small office, stating, “We’ve got a problem.”

Hippocrates paused, quill in hand – a dollop of ink pooling on the parchment – and muttered, “Hello to you too, Alex.”

“I’m serious.” Alex closed the office door, crossed over to Hippocrates’ desk, and plopped down. “He’s not eating – and since he’s not eating, it means he’s not getting the Wolfsbane Potion down.”

“Ah, your pet werewolf.”

“He’s not my pet werewolf,” she protested.

Hippocrates snorted.

“He’s not my pet,” Alex muttered. “He’s an unfortunate man – a man who might bloody well cause no end of problems if something doesn’t happen.”

“He obviously likes you…”

“So?” Alex narrowed her eyes.

Healer Smethwyck shrugged. “So use it.”

“But – I – err – but,” Alex stammered, her face flushing.

“I see.” Hippocrates set down his quill. “You know it’s perfectly natural, just because he’s been bitten doesn’t mean he can’t, or won’t, affect women on a basic level – in fact, there have been several studies recently that suggest a male werewolf’s pheromones during the rising moon cycle are astronomical, so of course you’re affected by it.”

“Yes, well, that is not the issue,” Alex stated, blushing harder.

“It doesn’t have to be, unless you make it one.” He sat back in his chair, tapping the quill against the top of the desk. “In fact, this could work to our advantage. He has to come to your flat – so why not use the attraction you both obviously feel?”

“That’s highly unethical, Hip!”

“Oh, Alex, it’s only unethical if you were his physician – you’re not, so there’s no conflict of interest.”

“It’s only until the full moon passes, Alex. I’ve contacted someone overseas in the American Wizarding community, and he’s assured me that they can quite handle his situation.”

“So basically we’re shipping him off, pretending that it’s not our responsibility? How is that not unethical? One of our werewolves bit him – we should be the one ensuring he is taken care of!” Alex hissed.

Hippocrates dropped the quill and brought his hands up, as if to ward off her anger.

Alex glared at him.

“I’ve followed policy, Alex. He’s a Yank – and there are certain protocols that must be taken care of.”

“I’ll try – I can’t guarantee success,” she said after a moment.

“Just get him the Wolfsbane – hopefully we can neutralize him enough so he doesn’t infect others.”

~~oOo~~

London – St. Bartholomew's Hospital

A scream from the vicinity of David Kessler’s room reverberated against the hospital walls. Alex paused for a moment, then pivoted around, racing towards the sound. Without knocking, she burst into his room.

David was thrashing from side to side in his bed, whimpering softly.

Alex rushed to his side, pulled the table tray away from the bed, and sat down.

“David! David?” she called out, pulling him into her embrace.

David jerked away from her, his body shuddering wildly.

“David,” Alex said forcefully. His eyes snapped open and focused on her face. He shuddered once last time, before relaxing.

“What’s wrong?” Alex whispered.

He leaned his forehead against hers, and sighed softly, sinking against her softness.

“Dav –”

The rest of his name was cut off as his lips descended on hers in a soft, tentative kiss. Alex gripped his shoulders, returning his kiss.

“I’m a werewolf,” he said quietly against her lips.

“A werewolf?”

She pulled him tight against her, and then suddenly, realizing where they both were, released him. David tried to compose himself.

“Are you better now?”

“I’ll let you know the next full moon,” he said savagely.

“You’re to be discharged tomorrow.” She hesitated a moment, and then placed her hand on top of his. “Will you be all right?”

“My friend Jack was just here,” he confessed, his voice so low and soft Alex wasn’t sure she heard him correctly.

“Your dead friend Jack?”

David nodded. “He says that I will become a monster in two days. What do you think?”

“What do I think?” She paused, looking thoughtful for a moment. “You mean about the possibility of your becoming a monster in two days? Or about the visits from dead friends?”

David sighed. “Perhaps I was dreaming again?”

“I would think so.”

“Yeah,” he said, as if voicing the sentiment, it would make it true. “I would think so too.”

Alex stared at David for a minute, gauging his receptiveness, before finally saying, “Do you have a place to stay… in London, that is?”

~~oOo~~

London – Diagon Alley

Alex practically ran down the cobbled pathway to Eeylops Owl Emporium.

“I’d like to purchase parchment and a quill, please,” she told the store clerk, panting.

“Three Sickles,” the clerk said, setting a stained piece of parchment and a tattered quill on the countertop.

Alex dug through her purse, pulling out the required three Sickles and an extra four Galleons. She handed the Sickles over to the clerk, and quickly snatched up the quill.

He thinks he’s seeing his dead friend, Jack. I’m not sure if he’s dreaming it, or really believes this to be the case.

He firmly believes he’s a werewolf… is there anything I should do to dissuade him of that notion right now?

~ Alex

She folded the parchment up, handed the Galleon over to the clerk, and requested the fastest owl. “It’s very important,” she assured him.

The clerk palmed the Galleon and disappeared into the back, returning with the same owl Alex had used last time. She hastily tied the parchment to the owl’s leg and watched with some trepidation as it flew off.

~~oOo~~

London – Alex Price’s London Flat

David languidly traced a pattern on Alex’s back. Hard to believe that he was here – in her flat, much less her bed. Alex turned her head on the pillow, giving him a sleepy smile. David leaned over and gave her a soft kiss.

“Alex?” he asked, pulling back.

“Yes?”

“Will you be here in about fifteen minutes?”

Alex wrinkled her brow. “Of course.”

David gave her a leering grin and said, “Good,” in a suggestive voice.

Alex rolled over and propped herself up on one elbow, studying him for a moment.

“David, you don’t honestly believe that your friend Jack rose from the grave to breakfast with you the other day? Do you?”

David dropped back against the bed, his amorous mood squashed.

“I was awake,” he said flatly, “and he was in my room.”

“But, David…”

He turned his head to look at her.

“I wasn’t hallucinating, Alex.”

She stared at him for a full minute before softly saying, “Tomorrow’s the full moon.”

“That’s good, Alex,” he said sarcastically, pushing a rough hand through his hair. “Reassure me.”

Alex giggled, and gave his neck a small kiss, as if to say I can reassure you.

“It’s all right,” he sighed. “I know I’m being insane.”

Alex trailed kisses down his sensitive neck, across his shoulders, dipping down to kiss his chest.

“Okay, okay!” he exclaimed as she kissed her way down his stomach. “I’m properly reassured!”

She let out a soft giggle as her head slowly traveled lower. David reached up, tightly grabbing a hold of the headboard.

Closing his eyes, he whispered, “This is very reassuring. I’m feeling very reassured.”

~~oOo~~

London – Alex Price’s London Flat, night of the full moon

Hippocrates Smethwyck’s face appeared in the fireplace. He watched Alex sitting on a side chair, clutching David’s torn t-shirt in one hand whilst trying to read a book.

He coughed, startling her.

“Hello?” she asked warily, before spying him. “Oh, it’s you.”

“Has he come back yet?” Hippocrates asked.

“No,” she said woodenly. “He hasn’t come back yet.”

“You’ll Floo me if he returns?”

“Yes, yes I will,” she said then paused. Hippocrates started to withdraw from the flames, when she continued, “I feel so helpless sitting here doing nothing, Hip.”

“There’s nothing you can do, Alex,” he reassured her. “The Aurors are looking for him – they’ll take care of everything if they find him.”

“Yes, I know, Hip. Thank you.”

“We will find him,” he told her again before ending the call.

~~oOo~~

London – Alleyway somewhere in the city center, night of the full moon

Alex burst out of the taxi carrying her and Doctor Hirsch, racing towards the police barricade.

“Let me through,” she screamed, trying to wedge her way past.

“Stand clear, miss!” yelled one of the officers, stepping in front of her.

“I must get through!” She dodged around him, racing into the alley, ignoring the shouts of, “stop,” from the police officers behind her.

The werewolf snarled, causing her to rear back in fear. Pulling her wand out, she walked cautiously towards the darkened end of the alley.

“David?” she called out. “Is it you?”

She gripped her wand so hard the wood grains bit into the flesh of her palm.

“David? Please…” she yelled again.

The werewolf reared up, and suddenly the police start to fire. The bullets tore into his flesh, and he howled in pain.

Under her breath, she muttered, “Petrificus Totalus.”

For some strange reason, it worked, binding David to the floor. She cast a Disillusionment Charm, concealing David’s werewolf form from the public, and then quickly Transfigured a piece of trash from the alley floor to look like David’s dead, normal body.

Exhausted, Alex leaned against the wall. The police and Doctor Hirsch rushed to her side. They led her from the back of the alley out into the street while the paramedics picked up the Transfigured body.

In the confusion, no one noticed the extra figures of Villiers, McManus, and one of the key Obliviators. It took nearly four hours of work, but by the end of that time, everyone who could have possibly seen David’s werewolf form had been Obliviated – their memories modified so that they believed a killer had been brought down right in front of their eyes.

Two days later, Alex Pierce and David Kessler were en route, by Portkey no less, to a remote area in the Catskill Mountains – the National American Werewolf reserves.

~~oOo~~

Author’s Notes:
Prompts:

XII. Crossover Heaven
Create a believable crossover between Harry Potter and the fandom of your choice.

XVI. Get Out of Your Box
This is the final book; let your imagination run wild! Pick an archive you've never posted to or read at and write a story that would fit there. Never wrote a Draco fic? Try and write something for Pureblood! Don't think you can wing a Weasley? Write something for The Burrow! If you're an author that posts to all archives, try the one you've written the least for or are the least comfortable with.

I think, since I’ve never done a (real) crossover before, it fits the “get out of your box” prompt.

In case you were wondering, this is an American Werewolf in London/Harry Potter cross over.

American Werewolf in London came out in 1981. The dialog from the Slaughtered Lamb and St. Bartholomew's Hospital (not the name of the hospital from the movie, since that was unnamed) are all from what I remember of the movie – I wanted those sequences to be as close to the movie as possible.

According to the Harry Potter Lexicon, Fenrir Greyback has been a Death Eater since the early 1970s, though there is no information as to when Greyback was actually bitten (though it has to be before the 70s since he bit Remus when Remus was a child).

celisnebula @ 2007-08-30T19:47:00

2007-08-30T23:48:00Z

Title: Through the Keyhole
Author: celisnebula
Characters: Hermione Granger/ Remus Lupin
Genres: Plot? What Plot? AU
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Hermione sees something through the keyhole, which has consequences she would have never imagined.

“Bloody Ron Weasley,” Hermione mumbled under her breath, shifting her body on the hard, cramped closet floor. She reached up and gave the door handle an impatient jiggle, knowing that it wouldn’t actually do anything to solve her present predicament; the door was jammed shut and she was wandless.

If she peeked out the keyhole, she could just make out the tip of her wand, where it had obviously fallen out of her back pocket when she blindly stormed up to this room in an effort to escape the image of Ron with his tongue stuffed down Luna Lovegood’s throat.

“Stupid wanker,” she muttered, choking back a sob.

She pulled down one of the cloaks hanging above her head and wrapped it around her body; she’d be trapped in here until someone went looking for her. Though after the little horse’s tail she left on Ron’s behind, Hermione figured it’d be awhile before anyone noticed she was missing. Snuggling into the warmth of the cloak, Hermione made herself as comfortable as possible; it wasn’t long before she fell asleep.

~~~~

A harsh groan broke the through the quiet of the darkness, startling Hermione awake. Her body ached in protest as she shifted on the hard floor to peer out the keyhole. Shadows filled the edges of the room, the darkness slashed by the light of a lone guttering candelabrum on the far dresser. Hermione raised her fist to pound against the door when another short groan made her hesitate – no sense in announcing her presence if the situation were dire. As her eyes adjusted to the dim glow of the candle light, Hermione had to stifle a surprised gasp.

Remus Lupin was on top of the bed, naked. His pale, scarred body gleamed in the soft light; his right hand wrapped around the hard, swollen length of his cock. To say Hermione was shocked would be an understatement. She sucked in a deep breath as she watched his hand slide up and down on his shaft in one of the most incredible sights she had ever witnessed.

Hermione knew that she should probably knock on the closet door or at least make some noise – anything to let him know that she was there – but she couldn’t. Instead, she sat perfectly still, face pressed against the door as he continued to stimulate himself with long, slow strokes.

She felt a tightness in her chest, her breath caught in her throat as she watched him through the keyhole; her nipples hardened and her stomach fluttered. Fascinated, Hermione watched as his left hand gently squeezed his ball sac, his right hand working his cock at a steady pace. He bent his left knee and thrust his hips upward with each downward stroke.

Remus had his eyes closed and Hermione wondered what was flittering through his head as he stroked himself. Whom was he imagining? He moaned softly as he slid his thumb around the ridge of the head. Unconsciously, Hermione pressed her thighs together, creating a bit of friction that had her stifling a soft moan.

Hermione watched as he paused, using the palm of his right hand to rub the pre-come around the tip of his cock until it was glistening in the candle light. His body twitched, a soft moan escaping from his lips as he slid his hand along the soft underside of the head.

Biting her lower lip, Hermione shifted her position again, her left hand grazing her breast. She sat for a moment, unsure of herself; it felt incredible, that slight brush of her own hand against her breast. Slowly, almost unconsciously, Hermione squeezed her left breast, gently pinching the hard nipple through the material of her shirt.

She watched as he pumped his cock faster, her right hand trailing down her stomach. Her fingers fumbled with the button of her jeans as she watched him suddenly stop, pulling the excess skin down tight along the shaft towards his balls. His cock seemed to swell even larger in his hand, and Hermione could clearly see the veins bulging just beneath the surface of the skin, even in the dim candle light.

Her fingers inched below the waistband of her jeans, sliding underneath the elastic of her knickers. Pushing the material of her jeans and knickers down her hips, Hermione positioned her body so that she could touch herself unhindered while still able to see Remus through the keyhole. The pad of her index finger brushed against her slightly swollen clit, and she let out a strangled gasp. Tentatively she began to stroke the engorged, sensitive area, her fingers gently sweeping across the tender clit until she was matching Remus’s rhythm.

The muscles in Hermione’s thighs shuddered under her weight, as her fingers worked furiously. Biting her lower lip, she struggled to control her breathing; afraid that Remus would hear her if she made any noise and stop. Through the keyhole, she watched as Remus pumped himself to the edge of orgasm repeatedly, only to stop just at the brink.

Hermione made a harsh groan as she pushed a single finger into herself; she quickly stole a look at Remus’s face to see if he had heard her. He was oblivious to her presence – lost in his own pleasure.

The raw intensity on his face was overwhelming; his hips thrusting upward with each stroke as his hand slid over his cock. Hermione tried to move her fingers in unison, surging a digit into herself in time to each of his strokes, watching as his rhythm became a brutal blur of flesh on flesh.

Suddenly, his lithe body stiffened, a harsh growl escaping from his lips. He lifted his hips, his body shuddering under the onslaught of his orgasm. Transfixed by the sight, Hermione watched as he ejaculated, covering his chest and stomach with semen. It mingled with the graying hair on his chest, pooling on his quivering stomach.

Gradually, the motion of Remus’s hand slowed; his body relaxed in the afterglow of his orgasm. Hermione let her head fall against the wood of the door, her eyes closing as she focused on her body. She held that erotic image of Remus, exploding all over his chest in her mind as her fingers caressed her flesh. She pinched her harden nipples with her left hand, the fingers of her right teasing her clit.

On the cusp of her own orgasm, the door opened, causing Hermione to lose her balance. She fell forward, in an ungainly heap.

“Enjoy the show?” Remus asked, leaning against the door frame.

“I – err,” Hermione stuttered, trying to look anywhere but at his naked frame looming above her. A guilty look flashed across her face, her cheeks reddening in embarrassment as she tried to scramble up. With her knickers pushed down her thighs, there was no way Hermione could disguise the fact that she was frigging herself in the closet whilst watching him.

His nostrils flared, catching the musky scent of her arousal as he leaned over her. His cock jutted out from a thick, wiry patch of dark hair threaded with strands of gray, bobbing in a graceful motion as he leaned in closer.

“Never mind, don’t answer,” he practically growled. “I can smell your enjoyment.”

Scrambling back, Hermione let out a quick, “Oh God, I’m… I’m sorry.”

“Given your current state –” his eyes traveled down her exposed body “– I suppose it would be imprudent to ask how long you've been watching?”

Hermione licked her lips, and forced herself to look into his eyes, instead of the hard cock, mere inches from her face.

“A fair bit of time,” she whispered, finding her voice. “As soon as I saw what you were doing, I couldn’t help but watch.”

“Really?” He dragged the word out in a husky drawl.

“That was the most erotic thing I’ve ever witnessed,” she confessed, feeling a bit uncertain and off-balanced.

His eyes took on a feral gleam. “Well now, I think we should do something about that.”

Gracefully, he dropped to his knees before her. Hermione’s eyes widened as he reached for her hand, her fingers still faintly sticky with her own wetness, and brought it to his mouth.

“Wh – what are you doing?” she squealed as he slowly sucked on her index finger, rolling his tongue around the digit.

Pulling her finger from his mouth, he responded, “You’ve had your bit of entertainment; I only think it’s fair that I have my chance too.”

“Oh,” she said softly, wrinkling her brow. “Oh!”

“Any objections?”

When she said nothing, he let his hand wander down her chest. It caught on the material of her shirt as he watched her face. She gasped as his fingers closed over the peak of one nipple, tweaking it through the layers of cloth. Her cheeks flushed in response, but still she did not speak.

Emboldened, he boldly pushed the material up, exposing her breasts. Her nipples tightened as the cold air hit them, and he bent his head down to lave one puckered peak. Hermione groaned as his teeth scrapped across the very tip of her nipple before pulling it further into his mouth.

Remus lightly pinched the other nipple, running the pad of his thumb over the sensitive tip. Hermione arched her back in response. Gently, he trailed his hand down the front of her body, past her smooth navel, until the tips of his fingers brushed against the dark hair of her vagina.

Her body tensed up as he ventured lower, teasing the lips of her vulva with feathery touches. Rubbing along the damp path between her folds, Remus watched as she squirmed against his hand, her skin flushed with desire. Hermione bit her lip to suppress a moan as his fingers pushed further in.

Remus continued to tease her, running his fingers around the sensitive flesh as she wriggled against his hand. Hermione let out a low moan as he pressed in, circling lightly around her clit. He smiled to himself and gently kissed the pert tip of her erect nipple. Hermione tensed up as Remus started to kiss his way down her naval, his mouth just brushing against soft curls covering her mons.

“I think we can dispense with these,” he said softly, giving a quick tug to the material of her jeans and knickers half way down her thighs. He dragged the clothing down her legs, pulling off her shoes and the trousers one leg at a time, before carelessly tossing them behind him.

“Don’t,” Hermione whispered, suddenly overcome by embarrassment as he fitted himself between her thighs. “I – we –”

The rest of her sentence was cut short as he lifted her legs, spreading them open as he lifted them over his shoulders. Hermione squealed as he nuzzled her vulva before sliding his tongue over her labia. His fingers parted her as he ran his tongue over the pink flesh, drawing out a shuddering gasp from Hermione.

Her thighs tightened, almost strangling him, as he gently sucked on her clit. She let out a deep, guttural moan as he slowly inserted a single finger inside. Remus slowly withdrew it, teasing her for a moment with a soft, sweeping touch before plunging the finger back into her. Hermione’s body arched upwards, her hips bucking upwards. Remus looked up the length of her body, gently rotating his finger inside of her before withdrawing it again, and waiting for her eyes to meet his.

Hermione wriggled her hips, arching up as she searched for some release. “Please,” she gasped out, horrified at the whiny note in her voice.

Their eyes met, and Remus gave her a seductive smile as his fingers spread the fleshy part of her labia before dipping his head down. He swept his tongue along the soft folds, teasing her with gentle caresses, before he pushed two fingers deep inside of her.

“Oh, God,” Hermione cried out, her body shuddering. She was on the brink of an orgasm – hanging on the edge by a tenuous thread – whilst Remus lazily licked his way towards her clit. She stared at his top of his head in awe as he teased her; languid strokes of Remus’ tongue circling around the sensitive flesh of her clit as two fingers twisted in and out of her.

Hermione made a low, whining sound as her hips bucked against his mouth, desperate to have more contact as need coursed through her veins. He sat up, on his knees, looming above her quivering body.

Remus’ lips were soft as his lips searched out her mouth, pressing soft kisses against the nape of her neck, and then finally her mouth. His fingers delved into the fuzzy depths of her hair as his kiss turned demanding. Grabbing a fist full of hair, Remus pulled her head back, making her neck arch gracefully.

“I’m going to fuck you,” he growled against her mouth. “I’m going to fuck you until you come all over my cock... would you like that?” She whimpered in response.

Hermione shifted her hips, rubbing against his erection. She looked down the length of his body, her eyes resting on the long erection nestled between his legs, the pale flesh shinning in the dull light of the glittering candle. He was impossibly large, and she felt a flash of trepidation.

“Would you like that?” he repeated.

“I – yes,” she said softly.

Remus slid his hands down the sides of her body, down over the curve of her bottom. He dipped his head, sucking one of her erect nipples into his mouth as he settled between her legs. Hermione tensed as he started to push himself in, afraid that there might be some pain due to his girth.

“Shush,” Remus whispered as he gently thrust into her tight, moist depths; his cock stretching her as it pressed in. He held still as she acclimated herself to the feel of him, gritting his teeth at the effort it took not to thrust as hard and as deep as he wished.

“Are you ready for more, Hermione?” he asked after a few moments.

Hermione worried her lower lip with her teeth before answering, “I think so,” in a breathy whisper.

She rocked her hips against his, causing him to groan, “Bloody hell.”

He grabbed her hips firmly as he began to thrust. Hermione’s head fell back, a harsh, ragged moan escaping from her lips as he started a steady pattern. His hands slid down her legs, tugging at them gently. Instinctively, Hermione understood what he wanted, and wrapped her legs around his waist, locking her feet together behind him.

“Oh, yes,” she moaned as he bent down to capture a pink, taut nipple between his lips.

They moved in tandem, her body jolting against his as the thrusts became faster. Hermione bucked her hips, trying to keep up with his pace. Remus groaned as he felt Hermione clench around his cock, her muscles tightening against him in a way that suggested she was about to come. He made one last thrust, and then withdrew from her, causing her to whimper.

“Remus?” she questioned, not understanding why he stopped, just when she was on the brink.

“Give me a moment,” he panted, trying to catch his breath. He quickly rose from the floor and walked over to the dresser. Hermione watched the candle light flicker over his body as he searched through the drawers before pulling something out.

“It’s all right,” he said, crossing the distance back to her. He lifted her chin with his thumb, flashing a soft smile as he showed her the condom he’d fished from the dresser. “Nearly forgot this.”

His lips found hers again, and he kissed her in a reassuring way.

“Hurry,” she whimpered pathetically against his lips.

She watched as he ripped into the foil package, licking her lips appreciatively as he rolled the coiled condom over his cock. She gasped as his hand moved between her thighs, two fingers sliding over her slick folds. Hermione reached up, digging her nails into his shoulders as his mouth kissed the sensitive area of her neck.

With one slick move, Remus rolled onto his back, pulling Hermione on top of him. Hermione widened her thighs, straddling him as best as she could as she rose up, trying to center herself above his cock. He grasped her hips, guiding her down until she sheathed his entire length.

Hermione held still, staring at him. Remus brought his hands up behind his head as he gazed at her through half-lidded eyes. She nibbled on her lower lip again, unsure of what to do.

“Ride me, Hermione,” he said.

She could feel every inch of his cock deep inside of her. She tentatively moved her hips, trying to find the right rhythm.

“That’s it,” he moaned. “Take what you need.”

Hermione rocked against him, her body instinctively finding the right tempo. She braced her hands on his hard chest as she moved above him, taking him. She closed her eyes, her head thrown back as she rode him.

Remus watched her – the wonderful expression on her face, the way her breasts bounced as she moved up and down on his cock – she was simply stunning. He grabbed her hips and started moving her faster, as he lifted his hips upward. Hermione moaned, her body clenching around his cock.

“Please… Remus, please,” she gasped out, needing more.

He pulled her down to him, catching her lips as he rolled them, driving his cock hard into her. Hermione ran her hands down his back, grasping his arse in an effort to drive him deeper as she hitched her hips up.

His thrusts became brutal – the raw force of each thrust inching them across the floor until Hermione’s head banged against the wall. She dug her nails into his shoulders, trying to match his violent rhythm, her body clenching all around him.

“Ohgodohgodohgod,” she chanted as an orgasm ripped through her body. Remus continued to thrust, riding out the beautiful wave of her orgasm, until his own overtook. He collapsed on top of Hermione, panting.

“Oh my,” Hermione said a little while later, as Remus rolled off her. “Maybe getting locked in the closet wasn’t such a terrible thing.”

Remus merely chucked as he pulled her close.

~~~~

Author’s Notes:
Festival Prompts:

II. The Most Believable Porn
Write a PWP that you think is the most believable, most in character, and the most real.

III. Best Non-Conventional Pairing
Write a PWP based on the best non-conventional pairing you can think of. Some examples would include Lucius/Hermione, Charlie/Tonks, Remus/Molly Weasley and yes, this does include slash pairings. Try to keep the story as close to canon as possible in terms of characterization and such.

This was wholly inspired by that luscious artwork of Remus/Hermione done by ponderosa121 for livejournal’s ~~Smutty Claus (http://community.livejournal.com/smutty_claus/62986.html), I think you can find this in from her Greatest Journal.~~

ETA: Thanks to firefly124, the picture can be seen here: http://www.journalfen.net/community/smutty_claus/55008.html

grrrr

2007-08-17T00:02:17Z

Someone just accused me in a review of plagiarizing myself. In Vino Veritas – In Wine (There is) Truth is posted on The Burrow and Lumos (on Sycophant Hex), TPP, OWL, and on two LJ communities. The reviewer writes:

Did you really write this story? I saw something exactly like this in The Burrow part of Sycophant Hex. That author wrote a sequel to it too. Or maybe I am mistaken, and you just posted it again on this site.

Maybe I'm just being overly sensitive about this - or worse yet, someone's lifted my stuff again (and then I'm going to have to search the internet to find out where and then make noise until they remove it) - but I'm afraid I wasn't very kind in my response.

Response:
Did you bother to look at the post date of this? This was written in May of 2006... I never posted it at the Burrow until a few weeks ago because I never considered doing so. You might want to check your frigging facts before you offhandedly make comments like "Did you really write this story?". Yes, I really DID write this story - and I find your insinuation that I did not (AND THIS IS POSTED on OWL, Petulant Poetess, my Livejournal as well as two Livejournal communities, under this PEN name) offensive.

Now that I re-read what I said to her... I'm feeling vaguely guilty... but not guilty enough to amend it (at least not yet).

celisnebula @ 2007-08-15T11:53:00

2007-08-15T15:53:48Z

Well, I bought a dryer last night. The Lowes 35 minutes away from where I lived had about six floor model dryers for sale at reduced prices. I ended up buying a Whirlpool one that normally retailed at $560 for $275. Of course, after the cost of delivery and the added 5 year warranty (hey, they replace anything and everything for 5 years – and my current {broken} dryer only had a warrant of two years –it’s only 3 ½ years old), it was $455 out the door. Still cheaper than the “still in the box” model.

I was going to purchase the Best Buy dryer for $229.99, but they didn’t have any in stock and couldn’t have one for me until after September 10th – going to the laundry mat every weekend between now and then would equal half of the frigging dryer, so I jumped on the Lowes deal.

And, of course, I found a stove and a refrigerator that I want – both stainless steel with black hardware – totally not in the mode of my kitchen color scheme – but still I want. Need to win the lottery – ‘cause both were over a grand.

Hopefully the dryer will arrive relatively early (drop off window is between 2pm and 6pm tonight), because we’re going to the fair. I feel bad that we can’t do the whole day there, because bratlet loves the show “Josh and Drake” on Nickelodeon, and Drake from that show is supposed to be there at 2pm. I don’t get out of work until 2, and it’s a 35 minute drive home – so it ain’t happening. Had I known about it BEFORE last night, I could’ve scheduled the day off, but, of course, he didn’t tell me about the plans he and my sister made on his birthday until last night, after my sister left a message on the answering machine reminding him.

Hmmm… I wonder if they have drag racing tonight – or bumper stock car racing… I’m in the mood to see something all smashed up.

On a different note, I’m so pleased to be infecting people with some of my geekish interests. I’ve dragged ubiquirk over to the Doctor Who/Torchwood side!

Which reminds me, I should give out some story recommendations.

Author: locked_monster (I just love her Buffy fan fiction)
Title: A Different Kind of Companion
Rating: PG-13
Characters/Pairings: Ten, Rose, Ten/Rose, Mal, Inara, Mal/Inara
Timeline:A week after "Heart of Gold" for Firefly, and just before "Army of Ghosts" for Doctor Who.
Summary: After an encounter in the 26th century, Inara and Rose find themselves in unfamiliar settings.
Link: http://locker-monster.livejournal.com/15475.html#cutid1

And, by the same author:
Title: Perpetual Motion
Rating: G
Characters: Ten, Inara
Timeline: Post "Objects in Space" for Firefly and post "The Runaway Bride" for Doctor Who, but no spoilers.
Summary/Prompt: The Doctor emotes about Rose. Inara comforts. This fic can be considered as an alternative epilogue to my Firefly/Doctor Who crossover “A Different Kind of Companion” though you don't need to read it to understand this story.
Link: http://locker-monster.livejournal.com/28027.html#cutid1

Author: Aenaria (I don’t know if she’s on LJ)
Title: Flora Renovatur
Rating: G
Characters: Mickey Smith, Other Character(s), Rose Tyler
Summary: Sometimes it takes an interesting stranger to make a girl figure out just what she wants to do with her life. A post-Doomsday tale and crossover with Harry Potter.
Link: http://www.whofic.com/viewstory.php?sid=11113&chapter=1

Author: kitsunealyc
Title: The Parting Glass
Rating: PG
Media: Doctor Who/Harry Potter Crossover
Characters: Doctor/Hermione Friendship
Summary: Two survivors from two wars comfort each other over tea and whiskey
Spoilers: General Doctor Who, Harry Potter through HBP
Link: http://kitsunealyc.livejournal.com/16597.html#cutid1

Title: Her Uncle Pete
Rating: PG
Fandom: Harry Potter/Buffy Crossover
Pairing: N/A
Summary: A young Amy is taught something special by her visiting uncle
Link: http://kitsunealyc.livejournal.com/1559.html#cutid1

Title: Final Girl
Rating: PG
Fandom: Harry Potter/Buffy Crossover
Pairing: N/A
Summary: Voldemort should have watched more horror films
Link: http://kitsunealyc.livejournal.com/1402.html#cutid1

I think I’ve caught another post Deathly Hallows plot bunny – I’m going to play with it awhile and see if it goes anywhere. Wish I could write a good cross over – the ending of DH is BEGGING for a good Doctor Who cross over.

celisnebula @ 2007-08-13T21:36:00

2007-08-14T01:37:01Z

Let me preface this by saying I really (I mean really, really) don’t care for Claire Danes…

With that said, I have to admit that she was fairly enjoyable in Stardust (which the brat and I went to see earlier – yeah for cheap Mondays at the local theater).

Now, it's no secret that I think Neil Gaiman is a veritable God - I've devoured his stuff since I was a geeklet in training, hoarding his "Sandman" comic books from the evilness that is my siblings and their sticky, icky fingers as if it were pure ambrosia. Though my Mum will probably tell you I hoarded all of my books away like that - and cried when I donated a good portion to the bookstore she opened when I was 16.

Despite his God like proportions in the written genre, he's never really translated well to tv/movies... I mean Neverwhere the series from the UK was wonderful but not as wonderful as it could have been.

Now some would say that Stardust just doesn't capture the right essence... and in some cases, that is true. In the very beginning it’s a bit... clunky, but that's to be expected as the beginning sets up the whole wide world that is "Stardust."

Charlie Cox was so adorable - I just wanted to pinch his cheeks, cuddle him close and tell him he would have love - he was Tristan... the Tristan I envisioned when I first read Stardust. Claire Danes, of course, was the falling star he searches for, believing that she's going to be a hunk of rock when he sets out - but that IS the quirkiness of Stormhold. Now as I said above, I don't care of Claire Danes - it's a hold over of my teenage years, yet she played the part beautifully. Together, the two of them played the characters with such a light, carefree hand that you felt they were Tristan and Yvaine.

What is fantastic is how the film touched on so many characters and so many story elements in a wonderful way - it could have gone so wrong. Case in point, Michelle Pfeiffer as Lamia (the evil witch). Okay, so it wasn't a wonderful performance, and her accent was appalling - but it was so fun to watch her act unrelentingly cruel and evil. Or even Robert De Niro's portrayal of Captain Shakespeare - it could have been so god awful, but I thought it was quirky, funny, and utterly adorable.

The subplots were remarkable and didn't suffer at all throughout the movie. The brothers, Dunstan (Nathaniel Parker), Septimus (Mark Strong), Secundus (Rupert Everett), Primus (Jason Flemyng), Tertius (Mark Heap), and Quintus (Adam Buxton) were played beautifully by the actors - and the humor was so slight and so genuine you couldn't help but appreciate how subtlety it was worked in. And the swordfight scene with the "dead" body, has to be one of the funniest things I've ever seen.

I am so very, very glad we went to see this, and I truly think it lived up to the book.

head desk

2007-08-13T22:22:30Z

I’ve done it again!

For those of you new here, I’m horrible with electronic things, so every so often, for no reason other than I look at it wrong, something expensive breaks.

This time it was two different things.

The first is the bratlet’s MP3 player he received for Christmas. It has “High School Musical” on it, but he was sick of it, and asked for some of my cooler stuff (he’s getting into Greenday and Oasis yeah!). Anyhow, the darn thing is a little one that plugs right into a USB port. Plugged it in and nada… zip… nothing, not even the little bing the computer makes when you plug in a USB device.

So I take it into work thinking it just might not be compatible with the Vista software on my lap top (since Vista {or maybe it’s just my lap top} doesn’t really work with shite). Plugged it into the computer at work… nothing again. Boss man grabbed it from me, muttering something about how I curse electronic stuff under his breath, and low and behold his lap top recognized it. BUT – yea, there is always a but with me – he couldn’t move any files to it. So he took it out, and tried to insert it again. NOTHING again.

Of course, by this time I grimacing because… well, I’m cursed I tell ya. Computer Guru now has it in his hot little hands (I bet he’s laughing his ass off at me too), and said he’d take a look at it tonight when he got home. Ten to one, I’ll come in tomorrow and Clint (computer guru) will tell me it’s fucked – it’s just that sort of week.

To cap everything off – I killed my dryer this weekend. Or rather, it died a slow and painful death over the last three weeks. The belt broke on it about 3 weeks ago. I replaced it (and let me tell you, putting a new belt on a dryer is no frigging picnic), only to have it barely dry the clothes. Oh it would get the whole laundry room hotter than a sauna, but the clothes themselves would be damp and require another run through. I’d just been drying them once, and then line drying them the rest of the way.

Well, yesterday it decided not to heat up at all. Nincompoop (little brother), said “Oh it’s the heating element – and easy to fix, just call around and get an estimate on a new part.”

Turns out, gas dryers don’t have a heating element. It’s either the ignition or the coils. In either case, that’s fucked too. Good news is, Best Buy has a brand new gas dryer for only $229.99… just have to figure out how to get it from there (about a 35 minute drive away) to here. Hmmm I wonder if Boss man will let me borrow the work truck on Wednesday (since he’s in Southfield with it tomorrow).

Oh, and to cap everything off, I lost my stupid flash drive – AGAIN! Yes, I am a moron. And yes, it had my entire, long ass, incredibly detailed, Prophecy post, the newest installment of An Unconventional Moment, and the half written chapter 12 to Tomorrow’s Appeal.

*head desk*

The good news is the kittens are fine – loud big – and turning furry. The little two (short haired white ones) have opened their eyes and the little fat long haired one is just starting to open hers.

Bratlet is desperately trying to convince me we need to keep them – he’s in the land of denial cause we ain’t keeping them. If I had my way, we’d be down to just my older cat Morganna – no Cinnamon (idiot dog from hell), no Loki, no Karma, and no frigging kittens.

Yeah, I’m mean like that.

And man, I must really be stupid because semagic doesn’t work for me anymore. Bleh. Good thing lj back up does.

Feeling Lame

2007-08-13T01:29:01Z

I still have not had my film from Prophecy processed yet.

*shakes head*

Then again, I still have 2 rolls of film from my last trip to Scotland in 2003 that need to be processed too.

Must remember to get them developed this week.

celisnebula @ 2007-08-12T18:37:00

2007-08-12T22:38:08Z

I'm so far behind on these, it isn't even funny - so, I'm not even going to try to catch up. I'm just doing this weeks and last weeks (and on a Sunday again)!

thefridayfive

8/10

1. What is the best part about late summer?
2. What is your favorite memory and why?
3. When you were small, did you realize summer vacations were not going to happen forever?
4. Where was your favorite summer vacation? Why?
5. If you could have one last real summer vacation and cost was not an issue, where would you go and why?

1) I've always liked the nice, steady slow pace of it - everyone is off doing their vacations so it's nice and quiet around town - and the fair always comes to town at the end of the summer.
2) When I was 12 and my Dad was stationed in Hawaii, he and my Mom sent me to spend the summer with my Aunt Barbara. While yes, I did have to dress up and act like a girl at lot of the time (I was a hard core tom-boy), I still remember the long driving trip we took up the California coast, up into Oregon and down through a few more states. It was liberating not being with my parents, and having Barbara and Wally to myself without my brother or sister around.
3) No... I thought summer was playtime for everyone - I was quickly disabused of that notion when I turned 11 and had to spend my summer babysitting my brother and sister.
4) See number 2 - I spent the summer with Barbara and Wally and we traveled.
5) Honestly, I'd pack up the brat and do a huge world wide tour. We'd start in London and travel through France, down into Spain, over to Italy and Greece, head into Turkey and then skip over to Egypt. From there we'd cross over to India, then head up into China to see the great wall, hop over to Japan, then settle back for a trek back to the states.

8/3

1. If you were a fruit, which would you be and why?
2. If you wake up and smell smoke, and you have to get everybody (pets included) out of the house safely, but you have time to grab one item, what would you grab?
3. If you were stuck on an island, who would be the one person you would want with you and why?
4. If you could change one thing about your physical appearance, what would it be?
5. If you could spend the day with one famous person, dead or alive, who would you choose?

1) I'd be a strawberry - sweet, luscious and a bit tart.
2) I've so already done this - trust me, in a house fire, you don't have time to grab shite... I was able to grab my kid, my cat, and my car keys - everything else (including clothes - I was in a nightgown) was left.
3) Honestly, I don't know. I wouldn't want it to be my kid - I couldn't trap him like that, and I'm not sure I like anyone else enough to want to spend that much time with him or her.
4) LOL... the obvious, my weight - it sucks when you've got Hashimotos and can't lose weight the normal way.
5) That's a tough one. There are plenty of famous people I'd want to spend the day with, for various reasons - but not one that I'd pick automatically. Now, non-famous person is easy - it is Barbara - I miss her so much, and would want to spend the day, any day, with her again.

The fridayfiver

They didn't have any questions this week, so:

8/3
1. What is your local lake/river/sea?
2. Do you believe in dragons and unicorns?
3. What is your favorite fruit?
4. Do you smoke?
5. Friday fill-in:
Together they would _____ .

1) Lake Michigan.
2) *smiles* I believe in all sorts of magic - so yep.
3) Strawberry.
4) God, no.
5) Together they would travel the world.

The fridayfiver_uk

8/10

1. Do you think the recent floods in the UK were a result of global warming?
2. If we could turn the clock back 100 years - what would you change to help the environment?
3. Do you think David Cameron really cares about the environment?
4. Friday fill in: My theory on global warming is ________________
5. If you were Prime Minister what would be the first thing you'd implement to help the environment?

1) I think that floods will come no matter what the weather - history is filled with instances of mother nature doing so.
2) I'd probably talk Ford into finding a better fuel source.
3) Dunno.
4) My theory on global warming is it will happen, despite out efforts to stop it.
5) Everyone must use bikes instead of cars, trucks or buses.

8/3

1. What's your earliest memory?
2. What was the naughtiest thing you did at school?
3. Tell us about your best friend back then?
4. Friday fill in: Kids these days ________
5. Where did you go on holiday as a child?

1) Sitting in Barbara's house, at Christmas time - lots of singing and cooking and lots of love.
2) Hmmm Honestly can't remember - I think it was skipping school to go to the beach when we lived in Hawaii.
3) Didn't really have one... we moved to much - military kids don't have best friends, we just have friends.
4) Kids these days don't understand the meaning of respect or boundaries, parents are far too permissive with them, so they act like asshats.
5) Usually no where.

No, I'm not going to do the HP ones... not really feeling like it. Yes, I know that's akin to blasphemy, but I'm a little petered out.

REMINDER

2007-08-11T01:52:44Z

There are only ten – that’s right 10 days! – left to vote on the submissions for “The Sky Is Falling” Sycophant Hex anonymous festival.

All of these stories are complete, and we have had some absolutely stunning submissions.
They are all pre- Deathly Hallows, so there are no spoilers.

There are four categories to vote in:

Story that best fits the prompt(s) the author chose to write about.
Story that best fits the archive it was written for.
Best story overall.
And finally, the guess that author.

Please, take some time to read all of the wonderful submissions we’ve had and then to vote, please go to this livejournal post:

http://community.livejournal.com/sycophant_hex/59479.html#cutid1

All the instructions are in this livejournal post.

Thank you,
Celisnebula

celisnebula @ 2007-08-09T21:37:00

2007-08-10T01:48:01Z

*fans self*

Go read here:
http://time-blog.com/nerd_world/2007/08/star_trek_the_wrath_of_jj.html

Interesting tidbit about the upcoming Star Trek stuff...
Now we all know that Spock will be played by Zachary Quinto, but how utterly fucking awesome would it be to have Nathan Fillion as Captain Kirk?

*gets all appropriately geekish*