khriskin: Random Fandom Icon (Random Fandom)
TITLE: The Little Things
FANDOM: The Dresden Files (TV)
LENGTH/RATING: 142 words, PG, Gen
SUMMARY: It's the little things that get you...


Bob had been dead a long time, a really long time, and the thing about being dead was that after a while you rather missed being alive. Not that being the Invisible Man didn't have it's perks. It's being the Invisible Intangible Man that was getting on his nerves.

Though technically he no longer had nerves to get on (otherwise this would be a much different internal monologue), but that was beside the point. Actually Bob wasn't quite sure what the point was, since he'd spent quite a lot of time looking for a way to be 'less dead' and coming up woefully short. And, truth be told, being 'mostly dead' was a good sight better than being 'all dead'. So when you looked at it a certain way (and squinted) his existence might almost be bearable.

Except for the 'dead' bit.

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khriskin: (Harry Potter - Always)
Title: Dreams of Dust
Fandom: Harry Potter
Length/Rating: 100 words, PG-13/Gen
Challenge: Written for [livejournal.com profile] snape100 Challenge #208 Mistletoe
Warnings/Spoilers: None


He'd had no illusions of what life would be like, drawn razor-thin between two worlds, but hope was a resilient thing. Snape plucked mistletoe some well-meaning student had wedged above the classroom door and frowned. He'd cultivated his solitude over the years, hard-won amidst Hufflepuff goodwill and boisterous Gryffindor camaraderie. His life allowed for nothing else, relationships were leverage he could ill afford. But there were times, rarer as the years wore on, when he allowed himself a momentary reflection on the might-have-beens.

But only a moment. He tucked the sprig away with his regrets and went back to work.

"Dreams die hard and you hold them in your hand long after they have turned to dust." - DragonHeart (1996)

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khriskin: (scifi)
TITLE: For Want*
FANDOM: Stargate Atlantis
LENGTH/RATING: 512 words, PG-13
SHIPS/WARNINGS: None
SUMMARY: "Regret for the things we did can be tempered by time; it is regret for the things we did not do that is inconsolable." -- Sydney Smith. Written for [livejournal.com profile] sga_flashfic's Men and Machines challenge.


Men weren't meant for this; the constant grind of war that wore on minds and joints and bones brittle from too long in space. Planet by planet, system by system, eaten away by time and entropy as much as Wraith. So it seemed natural to look elsewhere, to enhance, adapt, evolve to overcome such petty limitations. Because the war wouldn't wait, and there was so much more at stake than mere humanity...


When Atlantis found him, brunt and broken from the fall, they almost let him die through simple ignorance. For all their borrowed technology, they still hadn't learned the fallacy of flesh. He felt them crawling through the wreckage, and even shuttered as his senses were, death would have been gentler than their reaction to a mind half-crystallized and engines that leaked bloody oil.

He'd known long before the final plummet, that this would be his last fight. The math of endless war demanded conservation above all else, what remained of his corroded silver shell was fit for salvage, nothing more. So it had been, and so it would always be, a simple equation of life and death. If his squad returned, he'd offer up that final contribution, a quiet end to centuries of service.

But even in the ebb of battle, remnants of hiveships racing across the sky in fiery arcs, the crawlers threw themselves into his resurrection. He tried to stop them from wasting time on dwindling probabilities and was treated to a stream of rambling condescension in languages he didn't understand. So he let them work, at worst they'd only hurry the inevitable, at best they'd buy him a few hours.


When the rest of his squad arrived days later, slicing into the atmosphere with subsonic booms and electric chatter, he was mended well enough to limp back into the air. Startled, the flock scattered, still clumsy in the unaccustomed gravity. A flurried conversation followed, streams of computations to force an unexpected dataset into compliance; slowly warping impossible into improbable into reality. That crawlers could have done such work was just new data, absorbed into the common knowledge without hesitation. That they had wasted time and energy on the impossible... paired off in calculation with insanity.

When the numbers fit, they returned to probe and prod his battered shell, sensors scouring Atlantean patchwork for any flaws. It held, as he'd known it would, and finally satisfied, they pulled him back into the grid, flooding his circuitry with the power and cell transfusions he'd need for true repairs.

As he healed, they circled; the same fluid dance they'd done on a thousand other worlds, almost a ritual after centuries of repetition. Mending, repairing, rebuilding for the next battle, scavenging the dead, because out in the black the war was still waiting. It would always be waiting. A flock of silver ships/birds/fish/men, they circled, looking down on what they used to be.

And it would have been enough... only this time their past looked up, and knew them for what they were. And for the first time, he was ashamed.

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*- The French-men haue a military prouerbe, The losse of a nayle, the losse of an army. The want of a nayle looseth the shooe, the losse of shooe troubles the horse, the horse indangereth the rider, the rider breaking his ranke molests the company, so farre as to hazard the whole Army. [1629 T. Adams Works 714]

Author's Note: The theme which I have wrought badly, was supposed to have been the trade-off between humanity and victory. The point being that the solider-ships had gone too far, willing to abandon companions simply because the probabilities were too low. John would obviously go through hell and back to make sure no one is left behind, and Atlanteans thrive on doing the impossible. When faced with that, the ship couldn't help but see how far they'd fallen.

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khriskin: (Silly Muse)
TITLE: Pegasus Logic for Beginners
FANDOM: Stargate Atlantis
LENGTH/RATING: 259 words, PG-13
SHIPS/WARNINGS: None
SUMMARY: How to stay sane in the Pegasus Galaxy (aka Duck Test). Written for [livejournal.com profile] sga_flashfic Men and Machines challenge.


Now we ain't stupid, no matter what you've heard; Marines got more brains than most front-line grunts, we just use it for common sense is all. We know just how powerful he is (on the same fuzzy level with how big’s a trillion), but most times he looks like Chuck, and walks like Chuck, and darned if he don't sound like Chuck (even through the mess of silver and wire), so we tend to forget.

Of course times like now are a little harder to overlook. Only so much a mind can manage to hold onto, and seeing him there, melded into the control room wall like he'd sprung up full-grown from Atlantis herself, snarling and lashing out at orbital Wraith we can't even see... well, that's just a mite too slippery a thing for most folks.

So we leave him be, those times, and smile and nod when he starts talking in those theoretical mathmagics over chow, and look just to the left when those silver sparks chase each other ‘cross his hair. Hell, even Carson takes him fishing now and then, and if anyone knows the gritty bits of what’s going on, it’s him. But us? We’ve been here long enough to know the score. Because, you see, if you just stop starin’ like some earthborn rookie that ain’t never seen something on the far side of Clarke’s Law before, and squint... You’ll see plain as day, he's still just Chuck.

Now quit staring and finish yer grub; you science-types got worse to worry about than him.

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khriskin: (Stargate)
TITLE: Protego*
FANDOM: Stargate Atlantis
LENGTH/RATING: 100 words, PG
SHIPS/WARNINGS: None
SUMMARY: * To Protect. Written for [livejournal.com profile] sga_flashfic's Men and Machines challenge.


They were humans encased in stone carapaces, scuttling safely through planetary radiation, protected by layers of living metal. Friendly, harmless... yet Carson couldn't tell, not quite, if sentience came from flesh or stone.

Unfazed, Atlantis bartered over glowing mosses and cave-grown foodstuffs. Deftly weaving xenogeologists’ requests for ores among mundane necessities; oranges for not-iron, not-tin for chocolate.

And when, months later, Atlantis seemed a little brighter, a little faster, they brushed it off on genes and learning curves. Consumed with repairing, restoring their city to her former glory, they pushed on.

And when the fine silver dust stopped washing off...

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khriskin: (Hushed and White With Snow)
TITLE: Silver and Lightning and Foam
FANDOM: Stargate Atlantis
AU: Hushed and White With Snow
LENGTH/RATING: 697 words, PG-13
SHIPS/WARNINGS: Deathfic-ish* (Click star for full warnings)
SUMMARY: There's a ghost who walks the edge of the sea / In silver and lightning and foam / Singing songs of a future that never will be / In a voice that reminds you of home...*. Written for [livejournal.com profile] sga_flashfic's Men and Machines challenge.
NOTE: Prequel of sorts to the main 'Hushed and White With Snow' fic.


Atlantis was aware, but not awake, drifting through the centuries in quiet dreaming. Listening to the voices of her sister-cities as they faded into the echoes of distant surf. The years rolled on and the sea grew silent, until finally, she was alone.

But not alone, not quite. There was another mind inside her, trapped in deeper dreaming still. Flesh mind, meat mind, focused on the scrabble-scrabble-scrabble of staying alive. Janus had told her --in those last frantic days before the exodus, when he'd first coaxed Atlantis into being-- that this sleeping mind would be her guide. That the ghosts wandering Elizabeth's dreams, memories of people yet to be, would become Atlantis's children.

So the city wove her own dreaming around Elizabeth, through her, soaking in the scraps of dreams and nightmares. Stargates, ZPMs, death, these things she knew already, but there, deeper still, were things she didn't recognize. And all of it made sense, and none of it made sense, and she knew she'd wait centuries for answers.

She hated waiting.

~*~*~*~

Light! Lightsoundnoisepeople!! They were here! They'd found her! Trapped in the tomblike room by their chaotic arrival, cut-off from everything she was, from everything she could have been. She'd waited that last dark year alone, so alone, but now she was free! Atlantis threw herself out of the darkness in a blinding flash of joy and symphonic revelry, diving to embrace the nearest mind. Her children had come and she was free!

And in those nanoseconds as man melded with machine, she watched neurons crumble to ash. Electric fires racing from cell to cell, destroying faster than she could repair. Because her children were the same, but they weren't quite the same, and in another timeline, in another world, what would have worked... didn't.

"Nononono!" She flung herself out again, keening in horror. Even before the body had begun it's final convulsions, she was spinning in erratic circles above them; a pulsing will-o-wisp of grief.

"Cadman!"
"Don't shoot! Don't--"
"Fuck!"


Meat was slower, so much slower, and by they time they reacted, she'd already apologized a hundred thousand times, but it wasn't enough.

"--man down, man down--"
"--Oh for the love of- stop shooting!"
"--no pulse, I've got no pulse--"
"--this is GT8 requesting medical evac--"


She knew, as true as one plus one was two, that she could leave before they could stop her, but she knew just as true that they would never trust her again if she did.

"STOP SHOOTING!"
"--Medical do you copy?'
"Rodney what's going on?"
"--fuckfuckfuckfuck--"


So she waited, those long agonizing stretches between meat thought and meat action, for them to choose.

"Get out of the way!"
"Stop shooting--"
"Rodney!"
"--medical team en route, repeat GT8 fall back, medical team en route--"
"--it's Atlantis, we found Atlantis--"


Choose.

"--say again Rodney?"
"--Atlantis--"
"--GT8 fall back, repeat GT8 fall back--"
"--stop shooting you morons!"
"--McKay--"
"I'm not leaving!"
"--let go!--"
"--I'm not in danger! Stop shoo-- oh, about time--"
"--GT8, report."
"Cadman's down, no vitals, Rodney refuses to let go of the console, and the light is circling the ceiling singing, um, opera*... I think."
"...Opera?"
"I think."
"--medical team eta 3 minutes--"
"Can I please get back to saving the city now?"
"Let him go Yuri--"
"With pleasure."
"I want status reports every five, and next time knock him out if he won't leave."
"LORNE."
"Hooah."


And they went back, just like that, to the scrabble-scrabble-scrabble of meat, leaving her to hover above, beyond, alone and not alone. She helped, where she could, and mended, where she could, and tried so hard to become what she was meant to be. Drifting on the edges of belonging, in a quiet echo of her dreams.

There were other times, much later times, when she reached out again, but it was never the same. Never Elizabeth again. These were her children, and they would never be her children, and Atlantis mourned.


And then one day, John came home.


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* Yes, there is a death in this fic, but it's only implied, and she gets better in following fics (sort of). Back to top

* The Edge of the Sea, Stargate Filk by yours truly. ^_^ Which brings up the fact that I have nine thousand incarnations of Atlantis, none of which have the same personality. Odd. o_O;;

* Candide's Lament from Candide an operetta biased on Voltaire's satire.

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khriskin: (Rodney snark)
TITLE: Or Cake
FANDOM: Stargate Atlantis
LENGTH/RATING: 439 words, PG
SHIPS/WARNINGS: None
SUMMARY: Sometimes it's all about appearances. Written for [livejournal.com profile] sga_flashfic's Cake or Death challenge.


"I don't think that's going to work," Ronon was leaning against the cell's far wall, arms crossed and wearing the thoughtful frown that normally signaled impeding doom for whatever was confounding him. Which at the moment was one increasingly frantic, claustrophobic astrophysicist.

"Cake or death, it wasn't that hard." Rodney tried to angle his arm through the bars to reach the wrought iron lock, much to the guards' amusement. "All you had to do was say 'cake' and we'd be out of here, but no, you had to pick 'none of the above'; which I would like to point out was not a choice, and now we're stuck who knows how many miles underground."

Ronon shrugged, "They wouldn't say what kind of cake."

"What does it matter what kind of cake?" Rodney poked the keyhole with a stick he'd found in the cell, trying to wedge it into the lock. "It's not like they wanted me to eat it. It could have been lemon with lemon icing and lemon sprinkles and it wouldn't have mattered!"

"It still could have been poisoned."

"Then what would be the point of offering us the choice in the first place?" Rodney cursed as the stick broke, glaring at the guards who were chattering away in their native language and grinning at him.

"They might have meant 'slow death by poisoning' or 'fast death by axe'."

"So the choices are death or death?" Rodney had retreated into the corner to glare at the guards. "What kind of planet is this?"

"You defiled the Eye of Uelan, what did you expect?"

"It was just a toaster!"

"Next time keep that to yourself." John waved to the guards as he and his royal escort entered the mini-prison, and they reluctantly left their posts to unlock the cell. "Although it did make the insanity defense a lot easier to--"

"You pled insanity?!" Rodney pushed on the cell door impatiently, "I am not now, nor was I ever--"

"Good choice." Ronan pushed off of the wall, grinning at the guards, who scattered as soon as the door was unlocked. "We leaving?"

"No, we're staying around to see what other mind-numbingly stupid ways these idiots can think to offer us death, death, or more death." Rodney pushed past him to storm back up the tunnels to the surface. "Of course we're leaving!"

"Good. I'm hungry."

At which point the royal magistrate of the Southern Kingdom of the planet soon to be referred to in mission reports as 'Rodney Potter and the Deathly Petit Fours' decided that he had made the right decision after all. These people were nuts.

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khriskin: (Default)
TITLE: Sometimes
FANDOM: Stargate Atlantis
LENGTH/RATING: 100 words, PG-13
SUMMARY: Feral dogs never quite come home again... (rewrite of Untitled a [livejournal.com profile] sga_flashfic Darkside Challenge response for Ronon)


Sometimes he misses the hunt. Misses the cold rush of adrenaline, the slow burn of lungs and legs; skimming the edge of death where life was nothing but fire and ice.

In those quiet empty hours, he thrives on memories of blood seeping into thirsty soil, roaring snarls of Wraith, gutted, hamstrung, yet still crawling after him-- dying knowing he had killed them. Knowing the life they'd torn free from the luxury of peace had been hardened, tempered, given edge and a mirrored hunger.

Now, here, pacing ancient halls filled with soft unshapen souls, he feels alone.

But only sometimes...

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khriskin: (Where the Ocean Meets the Sky)
TITLE: The First Law
FANDOM: Stargate Atlantis
AU: Where the Ocean Meets the Sky
LENGTH/RATING: 100 words, PG
Summary: Atlantis was built for one thing.


Janus never meant for her to dream. She could see that now, spelled out in clumsy code. He'd meant for her to sleep, buried beneath a simple subroutine, oblivious until the city rose. So the one goal, one driving mandate he’d set before her was impossible.

Trapped, she spent ten thousand years aware, but not awake; leeching memories from a mind in stasis. And the more she learned, the more she realized the failings of the rules he'd given her. So she bent them, broke them, reshaped herself into the tool she should have been.

Because the city must survive.

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khriskin: (Stargate)
TITLE: In Stone
FANDOM: Stargate SG-1
LENGTH/RATING: 271 words, PG
SUMMARY: There are some things you can't unlearn.


Retirement means something different in the mountain. Twenty years was too short, too long; just an arbitrary date no one was quite willing to admit might not apply. It's their tradition, their heritage, and they cling to every scrap of normality they can.

So they send each other off with the same historic ceremonies, the same cheesy countdowns and friendly ribbing. Dispensed the same half-serious commands to lay back, put their feet up and enjoy the rest; as if somehow they could sink back into lives set aside as easily as they shed the uniforms.

But this was the mountain and they knew.

Knew what it was like to walk through a mall the way they walked through the gate, too aware, too sensitive to changes in the clothes, the culture. Knew how easy it was to feel alien on the one planet that was supposed to be home.

Knew what it was like to look up at the night sky and fight not to focus on the emptiness between the stars and what it hid. To spend every moment of every day wondering if this time SG-1 might not pull off the miracle, and if there'd be any warning if they didn't.

To wait for news filtered down by 'need to know' and 'planetary security' to a simple list of who wasn't coming home.

To watch innocents die, knowing they could have been saved... if only they hadn't been from Earth.

To feel all-powerful and helpless at the same time.

To know, in that same tired acceptance, that no one ever retires from the mountain.

The mountain never lets them.

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khriskin: Harry Potter Icon (Harry Potter)
TITLE: Another Once Upon a Time
FANDOM: Harry Potter
LENGTH/RATING: 100 words, PG, Gen
SUMMARY: Some choices make all the difference. [livejournal.com profile] snape100 Challenge #171: Snape's Sorting AU.


Once upon a time Severus Snape was never sorted into Slytherin. Never the focus of torment. Never the genius at potions, and curses, and all the ways he learnt to make four-on-one fights fair.

Once upon a time he was never sorted into Ravenclaw, nor Gryffindor, nor Hufflepuff.

He was never sorted at all.

And in that once upon a time, in a small town that wasn't in England, or Scotland, but far from the Wizarding World. There was a small house where a woman lived in something akin to happiness, with a dark-haired boy who never had to learn.

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khriskin: Narnia Icon (Narnia)
TITLE: Magpie Years
FANDOM: Narnia
LENGTH/RATING: 100 words, PG
SHIPS/WARNINGS: None
SUMMARY: Some things you never get back...


It never occurred to them to ask if they could go home again; old lives somehow forgotten in the ebb and flow of Narnian life. If Peter ever wonders why, he's never said, and Susan's learned better than to stir up old memories.

Because in the end, they hadn't been asked at all.

Thrust out of one world and into another, their lives reset without pardon or apology. Somehow it's crueler, that temporal forgiveness, than the actual loss of fourteen years. Because everything's the same here, except for them, and Susan wonders if they'll ever win back what Narnia stole.

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khriskin: Narnia Icon (Narnia)
TITLE: Old Eyes
FANDOM: Narnia
LENGTH/RATING: 100 words, PG/Dark
FEATURING: Helen Pevensie (mother)
SHIPS/WARNINGS: None
SUMMARY: The heart remembers what the mind forgets.


At first she thought it was the war, the separation, shared trauma that had made them old before their time. But the moments built, one upon another, until she couldn't cling to that hope any longer. Snatches of conversation she was never meant to hear, gestures, movements, the way they held themselves when no one was looking. It reminded her of royalty, royalty and age, with the eyes of those who'd been through war somewhere other than the country. Like flashes of lighting, these four strangers who looked out from familiar eyes.

But they were still her children... weren't they?

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khriskin: (Stargate)
TITLE: O'er Land and Ocean Without Rest
FANDOM: Stargate SG-1
LENGTH/RATING: 398 words, PG-13
SUMMARY: It's the same song, just different words...


Jack wondered when he'd gotten old again. Sure, for a few years there, before the SGC had shown up at his doorstep with an offer as subtle as a shotgun wedding, he'd been feeling his years. He'd admit it now, but only after one too many beers, when the rest of the world seemed so very very young. With SG-1, moving from one cataclysm to the next, he never had the chance to feel old. Aged, well-worn, and a bit achy perhaps, but not old-old. Not like this.

He sipped the beer that was now officially one-too-many, and stared out across the moonlit lake that might or might not have fish, depending on how many more times they messed with the timeline. Or had already messed with it. He’d never been too good at the linguistics of time travel (that's what Daniel was for), but now he wouldn't have to be. Now it was Mitchell's job to conjugate the impossible.

Mitchell (who made him feel old by just breathing) was out there, somewhere, saving the galaxy on pure stubbornness alone. He was young-- too damn young, but no more so than Sheppard, who had more years and less sense, but that same bulldog mentality that turned the impossible into the improbable, and the improbable into everyday miracles.

Jack had a knack for pulling diamonds from coal, but he knew as well as they did that the military used diamonds to grind, not decorate.

And someday, when they'd been used up and worn down, edges shattered against harder truths, maybe they'd sit on a deck somewhere, and look up at the stars, and feel old too. Or maybe they wouldn't, because even miracles weren't enough sometimes.

Which was why he was here, now, looking up into the stars, mind chewing away at political conflicts and forests of red tape. Because he'd seen the look in Carter's eyes, and Daniel's, and Teal'c's, and almost every face in that damned mountain. He was too old to be saving the world from the front lines, and they knew it. Every time they stepped foot through that gate they carried the impossible with them, and he wouldn't-- couldn't make them carry his weight too.

They still had a world to save, and now it fell to him to make sure it was worth saving.

And next time, he’d save Mitchell a beer.

Maybe.

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khriskin: Harry Potter Icon (Harry Potter)
TITLE: Hate Leads
Fandom: Harry Potter
LENGTH/RAITING: 100 words, PG, Gen
PAIRING: None
SUMMARY: [livejournal.com profile] snape100 Challenge #159: Random Quotations #1 - "Humans are driven by a perpetual and restless desire of power." Thomas Hobbes (1588 - 1679)


On the good days, if he dared call them that, Snape could still catch glimpses of the man Tom used to be. The cold hard core of tempered ice, of tempered self, hidden beneath the flame and fire of the madness that consumed him. Not that Tom was any less driven, any less determined then Voldemort, just more... deliberate.

On the bad days, when the fire burnt bright and siren, and the whole world seemed to dance to Riddle's merest whim, Snape had to remind himself that power and control were two very different things.

And someday Tom would melt.

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khriskin: (Stargate)
TITLE: Strange Colors
FANDOM: Stargate Atlantis
LENGTH/RAITING: 100 words, PG, Gen
WARNINGS/PAIRINGS: None
SUMMARY: [livejournal.com profile] occhallenge Challenge #49 Colors (And yes, it's a quark joke, so sue me ^_~)


Atlantis has never seen colors, only light and wavelengths of light, and she's never quite gotten the hang of calling something green.

Because if Rodney says it's green, then Radek says it's blue, and Cadman calls it orange (although Atlantis is relatively certain that she's kidding), and John says it's teal; which is neither blue nor green, yet both. Colors swarm in probability clouds and the math is just too much to handle.

So when Lorne asks her if she's feeling blue, she chalks it up to the quantum idiosyncrasies of meat and tells him that she's feeling purple instead.

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khriskin: Harry Potter Icon (Harry Potter)
TITLE: Out of the Box
FANDOM: Harry Potter
LENGTH/RATING: 100 words, PG, Gen
PAIRING/WARNINGS: None
SUMMARY: [livejournal.com profile] snape100 Challenge #159: Severus Snape's Birthdays, 1989


There's something about turning thirty that makes Snape wax ironic more than maudlin. He's already seen too much, done too much, been too many things to too many people in that rough span of years. Friendly ribbing from a stranger declaring Snape's now formally 'old enough to know better' is amusing in ways he wouldn't have appreciated in years past.

Because he's right, Snape is old enough to know better, but it had taken Quirrell and not the years to prove it. Dumbledore and Voldemort; playing opposite sides, but the same damned game.

This time he's making his own rules.

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HARRY POTTER is trademark and copyright JK Rowling, her publisher Bloomsbury, and, to some extent, Warner Bros. All rights reserved. No copyright infringement is intended nor implied.
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TITLE: In This Resolved
FANDOM: Harry Potter
LENGTH/RATING: 100 words, PG
PAIRING/WARNINGS: None
SUMMARY: [livejournal.com profile] snape100 Challenge #158: New Year's Resolutions.


There was no room in war for resolutions. Not when the world changed from second to second in a furious dash into oblivion. What mattered was the here and now, not flimsy promises made in the hopes of starting over.

Every day he started over. Every hour, every minute, every second he found himself doing things he'd never thought he could. Reshaped, reborn each time he made a choice of yes or no, live or die, and that was his resolution, when they asked him, needled him into saying something, anything to make them go away.

"I resolve to live."

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HARRY POTTER is trademark and copyright JK Rowling, her publisher Bloomsbury, and, to some extent, Warner Bros. All rights reserved. No copyright infringement is intended nor implied.
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