Fannish fun

The prompt inspiring this story can be found here. Honestly, this started off as a happy, fluffy little drabble, and well...

( Scamps - 1,000 words )

Double duty this time, Prompt 4 and Prompt 8.

Summary: Remus and Sirius survey their kingdom and Sirius hatches a plan.
Word count: 1146 together, plus a picture.

( Kings of the Castle )

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( The Colors of Autumn )

scarvesnhats, Oct 7th prompt. Also here.

Spiderweb tracings of frost spread across the window before him, a glistening greeting in the crisp autumn morning. He had received a similar welcome these last seven days since the weather had turned colder and the air had begun to hold the undeniable smell of encroaching winter.

While the rest of the dorm slumbered on, Remus had taken to the habit of rising early to catch this moment and hold it for himself. This moment of appreciating the pattern of frost on the glass, new and unique each morning. Of wrapping his arms tightly around himself. Of never looking away for fear of losing a single moment before the rising sun melted the little frost wanderings before his eyes.

For even though he mourned the loss of that crystal purity, he could not resent the sun for spreading its healing warmth through the window and into him, piercing his soul.

A drabble written for scarvesnhats using this prompt.

With the window open he can barely feel his fingers and toes, numbed as they are by the first real chill of the season. Each breath is a struggle, both against the sharpness of the air and the pressure in his throat, but he cannot give this up. This smell of autumn, this clean purity of the world. He wants to breathe it in and cleanse himself. To forget. Or perhaps... to remember.

Despite the chill of the room, the chill of his flesh, Remus can still feel a spark of warmth in the center of his chest, kept alive by the memories of warm and comforting arms pulling him close and lulling him into a state of peace.