Title: Degrees of Freedom
Author: fanny_moon
Artist: The talented and understanding evinyakwende
Pairings/Characters (other than K/B): Kurt/OMCs
Rating: NC-17
Word count ~22 000
Warnings: Language, sex, mention of character death (Burt)
Summary: AU. In Lima, Kurt Hummel scrunches up his nose as he peels off his grease-stained coveralls after a long day at the garage. In Westerville, Blaine Anderson sits on the bed of his childhood bedroom and stares at the luggage he hasn’t fully unpacked since he’s been back home, about four months ago. Tonight, they’re going to meet for the first time in a dive gay bar. The year is 2018, this is Ohio and adult life is nothing like either of them had imagined it would be.
Author’s Note : Huge thanks to my artist evinyakwende (please go to the Art Post and leave a comment on the gorgeous banner!). All remaining mistakes and typos are to be blamed on me, but much gratitude to BB, who proofread this story for me at the last minute because I couldn’t seem to stop tweaking it long enough to send a copy to secret_chord25 who was supposed to beta for me. (I’m sorry I didn’t get to work with you on this one! I was so concerned with sending you an unfinished version that I ended up too late to collaborate with you. :( Maybe next time!) Finally a big thank you to raving_pirates for all the work that went into organizing this challenge!



Part 1a / Part 1b / Part 2a / Part 2b

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NB: All of these facts are dropped at one point or another in the story, so you don’t have to read them, but if you do you might feel a little less lost. AU: For the sake of the plot, Burt and Carole have broken up after “Theatricality”. Burt dies shortly after “Duet”, causing Kurt to miss a lot of school. When he comes back to McKinley, he has to quit Glee club for what remains of his junior year in order to make up for the time lost. Consequently, the situation with Karofsky doesn’t escalate past slushies, taunts and shoves; Kurt never meets Blaine and Kurt doesn’t go to New York with ND for Nationals. When Kurt turns 18, he inherits the house and the garage and decides to stay in Lima and keep his father’s business alive.

Media: Fic
Fandom: Glee
Pairing: Kurt/Blaine
Title: Smell the Roses
Author: fanny_moon
Rating: R to be safe
Spoilers: Up to and including Silly Love Song
Warnings: Healthy teenage boy fantasies and implied masturbation. Oh my.
Word Count:a little over 1100
Summary: Believe it or not, Kurt has, through some painful and embarassing missteps, learned patience- to some extent at least.

(  (...) if the scenery happened to be wearing skin-tight jeans, Kurt was more than happy to take his time and admire it. Smell the roses and all that. )

Title: An Old Hand-Me-Down Jumper (Or Something)
Author: fanny_moon
Word count: 5500
Fandom: Harry Potter
Character/Pairing: Sirius/Remus, James/Lily, Peter
Rating and warnings: NC-17 for rampant homosexuality, cigarettes, language, implied sex, frottage and handjob.
Disclaimer Harry Potter Belongs to J.K. Rowling, I am merely playing. “Frankly Mr Shankly” belongs to The Smiths, I am merely inspired.
Summary: Theme 19: Itch. Upon their return from a nine months long trip they took right after graduation, Sirius and Remus are unsettled by the drudgery of real life.
Dedication: This is my tribute to all of you fandom celebrities, who keep our ship healthy and alive. Don’t make me list names, I’m sure you guys know who you are.
A/N: I was greatly inspired by “Frankly, Mr. Shankly” by The Smiths so I had fun inserting references to the song in the fic (apart from the italicized excerpts, of course). Do tell me if you track them down.
( Welcome to Padfoot and Moony's decadent den of disastrous disorder! )

x-posted to my journal, remusxsiriusand 64damn_prompts

There's this half unhinged door. It can't open properly, neither can it close. It can barely waver between the two. It's just there, doing nothing. Nobody expects anything out of it; it's been broken this way for a while. Nobody knows how to fix it so it's just there, unable to perform any of the simple tasks a door is expected to accomplish. Sometimes when people pass by, it sort of shakes and whines, but that's it.

Title: Of Ends and Beginnings
Author/Artist: fanny_moon
Rating: PG
Character/Pairing: Sirius/Remus, Remus/Tonks
Fandom: Harry Potter
Words: around 1500
Theme: # 12: Children
Summary: Two eras, two lovers, two sons. Still, not much has changed in Remus Lupin’s heart.

( Remus, have you ever thought you might like to have children? )

x-posted to my journal, remusxsiriusand 64damn_prompts

Here I come bearing lame poetry again. Rejoice! It starts out slow and kinda cheesy, but don't give up on it.
It's a bit of a love poem (again, gah! how can I write so many love poems when I haven't been in love in ages?!)
but if you follow the form, it is also about breaking free. I like playing with form in poetry. Maybe it's from trying to compensate for my lack of knowledge/ interest in poetry theory.    :/ anyway, here goes:

Intricate, But Not All That Delicate
(or the strangest poem title you ever heard of)

Breath me into life
And sketch something lovely around my figure
Stretch my skin taut and guess what is inside

Make me.
Fabricate me.

It's not that I am broken but rather that I have never been assembled.

Here's a piece of me.
And another.
Take this one as well.
I'm entrusting them unto you.

Breath life into them
And sketch something lovely out of them
Stretch them taut over your skin, almost a part of you

Keep me.
Intricate me.

It's flying past you right now
Quick! Grab it, my volatile mind
It's mine but it keeps running back to you

If you catch it, please be kind
It's a bit shaky, a bit shy
Could you perhaps tame it
And keep it close at night
Fold it nicely in the inside pocket
Of your favourite jacket

Breath sunshine chuckles into it
And sketch youself in and around it
Stretch it gently around both our hearts

Give yourself to me 
So that I can give you back to yourself
As a piece of me

Fannie D. 24/08/08


 

Title: Gathering Dust
Author: fanny_moon
Rating: PG
Genre: Angst, one shot
Words: 1003
Summary: Remus trying to deal in the first few weeks after Halloween 1981.
Warning: Pretty accurate depiction of depression, implied slash.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter and I make no money out of this.
A/N: It has been a very long while since I wrote fanfiction please bear with me. Comments are adored and constructive criticism is more than welcome.

Remus wonders if beauty will come back to put colours into life the way it used to...

Wow. it had been very long since I last wrote fanfiction. I think it turned out ok.

I've been listening to a lot of music recently. There's nothing unusual about that, but these pas months, I've been doing it mostly in search of inspiration. (I'm concentrating mostly on poetry these days.) 
Simon and Garfunkel are really doing a number on my brain. They can make me cry on demand. Seriously. It comes from the weirdest lines.  Must be Pavlovian or something. 


I Know! The weirdest lines! So basically, pop in the S&G cd and I turn into a water fountain. It' a good feeling, though. It's as though their poetry wraps itself around my tender heart and squeezes. Depending on whether I felt sad or fine before I heard the song, I end up feeling empty or filled to the brim. Being moved as such, it's a really great feeling.