Fannish fun

Title: Released by the Moon
Author: exiled_mind
Rating: PG
Author's Note: Written for wellymuck with inspiration from April 5th's prompt. Feedback and concrit are adored.

( The wolf doesn’t think in the way of men. )

My very first post using my shiny new laptop. So wonderful. It actually works, and tends to actually do what I tell it to, a novel concept, I assure you. What is not so wonderful is the process of transferring everything from my old laptop to this new one. Oy, headache.

In honor of my birthday, and to christen the new computer, I had wanted to write a new fic, however the muse has not been kind to me of late. I can do the next best thing, however, now that the reveal for remus_reads has occurred :)

First, however, I would like to pimp out the fic that I received in the exchange: Raindrops on Noses by nohwrah. I've linked you to the posting at her journal, rather than the community's journal so that should you want to comment on it, she will receive it more easily. This story is a lovely fic written from my prompts of: teasing conversations and hopeful endings. It is Remus/Sirius, G, MWPP-era, and quite enjoyable.


My contribution to the exchange is below, but before I get to that, a bit of background... It was written for nohwrah (Funny how that turned out :) ), with the prompts: smoking!sirius and unrequited love being requited. The minimum word count for this exchange was 200 words, however once I got started I couldn't stop. It just got completely out of hand :-D I think the prompts given were perfect - enough to give me a starting point without being restrictive of my imagination. I'm sure there are still rough spots in there, so feel free to point out any errors, or question anything you'd like - I love constructive criticism. I also had a second beta, rissabby, in addition to the always-wonderful amor_remanet, whose comments and suggestions were added to the version of the fic I'm posting now, so... thanks to wonderful, lovely, understanding, and patient betas!

Title: Sheer Madness of the Marauder Sort
Rating: PG
Pairing(s): Remus/Sirius
Warning(s): Hmmm, heights and smoking?
A/N: This fic was written for nohwrah for the remus_reads fic exchange to celebrate Remus Lupin's birthday. It was-betaed by the ever-talented amor_remanet and rissabby, whose help and humor are invaluable.

( It was the smoke that gave Sirius away... )

shackinup_sesa authors have been revealed :) I encourage anyone interested in Remus/Sirius and good fanfic to go take a look - there are some masterful stories collected there this year. I especially want to pimp out lorrainemarker, who wrote Love in Darkness from my prompt wishes. A real treat to read, and very moving.

Also, blanketforts is up and in full swing (or so my ages long friend's list tells me. This is the first real chance I've had to do any real LJing since starting work (oy - the exhaustion is unreal, I get home and collapse), however since I work 12 hour night shifts, I have the next four days off, and lots of time (theoretically) to fill :) I'm hoping to catch up properly. So... yeah, back to the point - go check out blanketforts for your month of January Remus/Sirius needs.

Title: The Great Christmas Card Caper
Pairing/Characters: Remus/Sirius, James, Peter, Lily
Era: MWPP
Rating: R
A/N: Written for violet_quill's Make the Yuletide Gay challenge. My prompt was "Christmas Cards". Many, many thanks to amor_remanet and _storm_chaser_ for valiantly agreeing to beta at the last minute.

(  When James and Sirius arrived - late - to breakfast on the last day before the Christmas holidays with ear-to-ear grins splitting their faces, Remus immediately narrowed his eyes at them, suspicion written clearly across his features. )

Inspired by the scarvesnhats October 3rd prompt, seen below. Also here.

Out in the woods of autumn! I have cast
Aside the shackles of the town, that vex
The fetterless soul, and come to hide myself

- from Autumn in the West, by William Davis Gallagher

**

Blood pumped, chasing away the chill. Nothing could hold him back. Freedom was his at last, once again, for this one fleeting night. He could not force away his other self, but he could force it to feel, properly, this one night of all the month.

Trees whipped by as he sped. Some needed a broom to achieve this feeling; he claimed it as his own. He gamboled amongst the darkness and shadows of the world around him, this world just beginning to settle down for its long sleep.

With the stag dashing ahead of him,
with the dog racing at his side,
with a rat struggling to catch up,

he threw his head back and howled.