I Ejaculated During My Brazilian Wax

Remix @ Wolfstar_ita Festival and Sock @ Grindeldore_ita

Short fanfiction written almost a year ago, but I can claim only now ^ ^
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wolfstar_ita

Author: s0emme0s
Title: A drawer full of dust
Characters: Remus Lupin
Rating: G
fulfillment: Angst
Original Story : Scarf '71
remixed Author: beesp

Nobody ever told me that the regret

feels like fear.
CS Lewis

Remus For twelve years he continued to eat, drink, sleep and take the potion.
For twelve years he had been for most of the time unemployed, had worked, had earned enough to pay rent for another month, and then another and then another.
who had seen him was to say that he lived. Continued his life as best he could to do. But in reality
Remus dragged its existence from one place to another, from one moment to another, observing the world with eyes for most of the time empty, and at other times so full of suffering that was worth watching .
There was also a place where Remus thought as little as possible, and it was not Hogwarts, or the Shrieking Shack, House or Potter. It was not even the apartment that he and Sirius had decided to buy together.
was a drawer of her wardrobe.
Inside, over the years forgotten, remembered and forgotten again lay covered with dust, moth-eaten, a red-gold scarf. Something
Remus wanted to say much more than it actually might have seemed.
was that part of Sirius to Remus was dead.
Sirius died and not a traitor.
The Sirius was going to visit the cemetery once a week, not that he lost his mind locked in Azkaban.
Finally, the Sirius that he still loved her, and that a small part of him did not believe able to fulfill what he had actually accomplished.
After twelve years that scarf might have remained there, motionless for up to twelve years, if Remus had not been offered a new job.

Remus was leaving never to return to his empty apartment and counting.
Hogwarts, that he so loved and who loved him so much, waiting for him again, ready to give him all the heat that had its thousands of chimneys, its lush banquet, his infinite library. Remus was leaving never to return.
And there was nothing he wanted to leave behind. Except for one thing.
Remus started and the memories they would have abandoned. The regret would have gone with the red and gold scarf of a dead man.
why the night before if Remus was standing in front of the fireplace. The piece of fabric that dangled over the void.
if Remus was standing in front of the fireplace and even he dangled over the void. His back was straight, his heart was strong, his eyes were alive.
looked at the scarf burn in the flames, and his face went joy, sorrow, sadness, melancholy, happiness. Or maybe all these emotions together.
Or maybe just the desire to restart without a scarf in a drawer and inside the heart without regret.

For grindeldore_ita :

For the good child: hikaruryu
Prompt: "In life there will always be a bastard to make you suffer, but the only person who will be able to really love" (Jim Morrison).
Title: unspoken pain
Rating: G
Alerts: Elphias / Albus implied

unspoken pain

For those who are very lonely,
the noise is already a consolation.
Anonymous

Albus is sitting on the bed, motionless, hands in hands, a broken nose that still launches small bursts of pain.
front of him on the wooden chair he had so often hosted sitteth Elphias Gellert. You have to look for a job-
Albus, you can not remain closed in it for the rest of his life .- Elphias says with a gentle smile.
E 'a smile that once was enough to warm Albus, but now it's barely warm.
-Do you know ... in life there will always be a bastard to make you suffer .-
Albus did not even look at, move his eyes clear and blue through the window, over the wheat fields now empty, beyond the sky, beyond the sea and the stars .
His mind is always full of Gellert.
-Ma will be the only person who could truly love talking said ...- without realizing it.
Keep looking out of the world, without realizing that Elphias is pale and the knuckles of his hands were in tight white wood chair.

For the good child: miki_tr
Prompt: What If , this image
Title: The Buttons and The Soap
Rating: PG
Warnings: Angst Very ... and I tried to stay on the more general possible, so that someone reads off with an offensive to one of the biggest tragedies of human history.



"A man and started crying and said that

with us we make buttons and soap."

"Joshua! Did you fall for it again. Yet I was a kid you
lively, smart, smart!
soap and buttons with the people ...
but would be the height of the ridges!
Well tomorrow morning I wash my hands with Bartholomew I
Abbott with Francis ...
look and see me and George fell.
And this would be a person? "
Life is beautiful.

The snow was falling thick, deposited on the blond curls, surrounded by a few tufts of gray.
Gellert was invisible to Muggles, but some children had turned toward him, looking apparition dressed in white ermine, first with hope, then with growing concern. Small
Muggle born wizards were never challenged a wand.
The line of people was slow, bent under the weight of the cold and snow and wind. The women clung to the men, the men clung to their courage not to fall to the ground.
Gellert knew that would be shared.
the Aged and Children in the gas.
Women and men at work.
work.
Work makes you free, "said the inscription over the barbed wire. Many do not know what it meant. But
Gellert knew, he knew not only because it was his language, but because he had been to position it above the entrance of the camp with his magic. In addition
insult to injury, he said Albus. Or
Albus would not have said anything, he would simply lay untouched in front of that horror, as he now. Invisible to all but his weak, far remorse.

For the good child: zia_chu
Prompt: My Way (Song & Song) - Frank Sinatra
Title: My Way
Rating: Pg
Alerts: I was terrified that Gellert is OOC .. .


And now, as tears subside,
I find it all so amusing.
My Way

I see you crying.
I could expect everything, but she was crying.
I see him cry, and rising in all its glory before me.
We're both old, closer to the grave than anything else, I guess, but I've never seen so beautiful.
I do not know, of course. But it is a fact.

meeting was not easy for him, I suspected that it would be. Otherwise our duel would be concluded by year. With him
winner of course.
So to lose. I'm already losing.
And those tears are proof of this. Albus
have pity for me, maybe love.
I am that I no longer pity or love for myself. I swallowed more than he could chew in recent years. I headed to big steps towards my dream, realizing that it twisted in my hands, making something rotten, pus, devastated. But I continued. One foot before the other, a dream before the other.
No mercy for others. No mercy for myself.
I did everything I wanted. Nobody stopped me, no one came to tell me that maybe, just maybe, I was wrong.
bases were solid, sure. But the methods ... I was the one who prepared the plan, Albus then put it into practice. And without
Albus, it is as if someone had cut off his right arm.
I see you stop crying.
Tears stop, and I, for the first time, I find it all very funny.
As if it were a divine plan Ready for centuries, as if 1945 was the right year. Set to die.
After all, I've always done it my way.
Now is the time when you decide to be my right arm.

[For what is a man, what has he got? Himself
If not, then he has naught To say the
things he truly feels and not the words of one who kneels The record shows
I Took the blows and did it my way!
Yes, It Was My Way]


For the good child: zia_chu
Prompt: AU Grindelwald Dumbledore's army &
Title: A new world of nothing
Rating: G
Alerts: also participates in the Maritombola, Prompt "Year Zero".


We must be cruel, we must be
with a clear conscience, we must destroy

in a technical-scientific.
Hadolf Hitler (1)

The whole universe was painted new colors for Albus.
The emerald green of the trees looked like the blue of the sea floor.
Snow White as the sun was blinding in mid-August.
The red of blood on the ground like feathers Fanny. The blond hair
Gellert were the thousands of shock waves of grain by the wind.
The gray of her eyes as the winter sky, ready for the storm. Since
had won the war seemed to have entered another universe.

And for the first time Albus wondered if it was not worse than the last.
were fleeting doubts that arose mostly when Gellert moved away from him, taking with him his strength of will and conviction.
Albus was not convinced at that time. At such times he wondered if they had made the right choice.
suppression of Muggles. What the frightened.
They were cautious, of course. They had decided to eliminate only those who had never been in contact with the wizarding world, which had not affected the inside, or ties.
half-breeds were not touched. Even the Muggle Born. They were always
Mages, and Albus had insisted they had to preserve their race, not systematically destroy everything that was even remotely different from them. Albus
but now was not convinced.
Of course, his sister was safe. But when Aberforth was never to see him not looking at him in the eye.
At first he thought it was because he was ashamed of him, of what had become.
Then he realized that his younger brother, the same person who once looked at him from the bottom up, with fists raised, ready to fight, he was afraid of him.
And not due to a fear that Albus had attained power, no.
In his eyes there was a deep and visceral fear that made him bow his head and shaking hands.
This is why first of all led him to wonder if they really were doing the right thing.
Then the massacres of Muggles, adults and children indiscriminately, without any selection, such as animal slaughter. For
Gellert were necessary, and Albus knew it was true. It was true.
Ma .. was also wrong.
had once thought they were like animals, stupid as animals and believed that it was necessary to govern and deal with them as the mother and child. When
Gellert had proposed instead of killing them, kill them all, had not thought too long.
Gellert looked at him as only he could do, and Albus had collapsed. Fanny
Then she was gone. The third question was just
Fanny. The phoenix had never abandoned, never been pulled back, but the new decision, he chose to leave.
they were all wrong?

But all doubt vanished when Gellert was with him when he touched it and smiled at him with its incalculable loyalty in their dream.
He was having the beginning of Year 0 of a new world, a new era made only by the Wizards and the Wizards, and Albus had any doubt, it was already far too late to turn back.

[end]

(1) Tell me that it is perfectly clear that this man disgusts me, please, do not you think it's an ode to what he did or something eh!