Nightmare Before Christmas
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snape100Rating: PG
Challenge: #310: "The Unwritten Pairing"
Word Count: 200
Pairings: Severus/???, Remus/Severus
The cold clawed at his skin. Remus pulled the too-thin duvet up to his nose and rolled over, craving the warmth of another body. In vain. Severus's side of the bed was empty. There was the strange noise again, the high-pitched jingle that had woken him. Remus knew that sound from long ago. He hadn't heard it in over thirty years. Santa didn't come to the houses of little werewolves.
On Santa's lap, Severus looked diminutive, not bigger than a child. Surrounded by red arms, he wriggled and squirmed. He even appeared to be, Remus could hardly believe it, happy.
Santa filled the dungeon with his ho-ho-hos. The scent of mulled wine was heavy in the air. About to turn away from the door crack, Remus froze. Why did Severus pull Santa's beard? And why was he kissing him like that?
Then Santa was gone. "Did I match your fantasy?" Tonks asked, pulling Severus into another embrace.
Remus woke with a cry. "It's all right," Severus said, holding him close. "Just another nightmare."
"Do you ..." Remus struggled to hide the tremble in his voice. "Do you miss celebrating Christmas?"
Severus's sneer was the most reassuring thing in the world.
Challenge: #310: "The Unwritten Pairing"
Word Count: 200
Pairings: Severus/???, Remus/Severus
The cold clawed at his skin. Remus pulled the too-thin duvet up to his nose and rolled over, craving the warmth of another body. In vain. Severus's side of the bed was empty. There was the strange noise again, the high-pitched jingle that had woken him. Remus knew that sound from long ago. He hadn't heard it in over thirty years. Santa didn't come to the houses of little werewolves.
On Santa's lap, Severus looked diminutive, not bigger than a child. Surrounded by red arms, he wriggled and squirmed. He even appeared to be, Remus could hardly believe it, happy.
Santa filled the dungeon with his ho-ho-hos. The scent of mulled wine was heavy in the air. About to turn away from the door crack, Remus froze. Why did Severus pull Santa's beard? And why was he kissing him like that?
Then Santa was gone. "Did I match your fantasy?" Tonks asked, pulling Severus into another embrace.
Remus woke with a cry. "It's all right," Severus said, holding him close. "Just another nightmare."
"Do you ..." Remus struggled to hide the tremble in his voice. "Do you miss celebrating Christmas?"
Severus's sneer was the most reassuring thing in the world.