So, this one was my contribution to remixredux08. I don't think that the original author has the original story up yet (I'm working on it!), but I do think this stands well enough on its own. She seems to really like my interpretation, and I enjoyed writing it very much, so overall I'm quite pleased. I have some meta-y thoughts I'd like to go on about, but I've got about 14,000 things to do today, so I think meta will have to wait. :)

Title: A Second Breath (The Jacob's Ladder Remix)
Author: justholdstill
Summary: Her skin is smooth once more, pale, unmarked, but bones don’t forget, and neither does Luna.
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Luna Lovegood/Neville Longbottom
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: All belongs to Jo. Sadly.
Original story: A Second Breath by loony4lupin


She arrives on the other side of the war with nothing, or almost nothing.

Title: The Dizzying Possibilities of Verticality
Gift for: brittlesmile
Fandom: The History Boys
Pairing: Scripps/Posner
Rating: PG-13
Summary: They both discover that proximity is a double-edged sword – that it is possible to be both tender toward and irritable to a person with whom you live in very close quarters. (written for the drinkswithdakin holiday fic exchange)

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Title: Devil On My Shoulder
Gift for: spikespetslayer
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Draco/Hermione
Rating: NC-17
Summary: An unusual book, a secret room, an unexpected visitor, and some rampant teenage hormones all add up to some very entertaining afternoons for one Miss Hermione Granger. (written for the hermione_smut fic exchange


Ooh, sneaky, being on LJ at work. :P I miss you all, flist, and wish I had more time to stay, but I hope your holidays were and are lovely, and hopefully I will be around soon! ♥

This is that post-DH Snape fic I talked about; originally intended to be a sort of "five people Severus Snape met in heaven" sort of deal, but it turned out very differently, not at all like I intended it to. Not sure if it works, but I do like some of it. :)

Title: Field Below
Author: justholdstill
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Big, fat DH spoilers
Words: 1204
Summary: Somewhere behind him the world has juddered to a stop and begun again, but he knows none of it. When he comes back to himself, it's to the clacking heartbeat of a train with no memory of the station, to the softly falling snow slipping past the grimy compartment windows, and the vague notion that he's got somewhere to be.

A/N: Because everyone else has been taking care of the others and their afterlives, and because I thought it only right that Snape should speak his piece too. Title borrowed from the Regina Spektor song of the same name. Concrit welcome.

( toward a wisdom/beyond the shelf/toward a dream/that dreams itself )

You can pretty much disregard this entry - I'm just chronologically cataloguing all the H/D fic I've written and collaborated on for my RPG (_amortentia_) so that it's all right there when I want it. :)

Unexpected (but not really)
PG

Afternoons with Harry (or, How Draco Malfoy Acquired That Spring In His Step)
Hard R

Try a Little Tenderness
PG

Red Sky at Morning
PG

How to Disappear Completely
PG

Lost and Found
PG

The Afternoon Before the Morning After
NC-17

Birthday
NC-17

Like Spinning Plates
PG

What Goes Up, Must Come Down
PG

Correspondence and Delivery
NC-17

And all the in-between bits can be found at ilovequidditch and __serpiente respectively.

Bloody hell, Sally, there is a lot of it, isn't there? And these are only the ones I had a part in writing - I know you have a whole whack of others. You should go through and compile a list of your fics and things, and then we should amalgamate them!
Gosh, their relationship has been long and complicated. *loves* ♥

Title: Like Spinning Plates
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Authors: aurieal and justholdstill
Rating: PG (for language, mostly)
Notes: Follow-up to the much happier Birthday. *sigh* Writing the banter was fun. Writing the rest of it? ...not so fun. *hands out tissues*

( They sauntered down Diagon Alley in the warmth of a late afternoon sun. The streets were remarkably less crowded than Harry had ever seen them - it was probably too early in the month for the back-to-school rush, when all manner of young witches and wizards would swarm through the narrow shops. Now there were only a few people moving to and fro, and Harry almost thought he could get away with taking Draco's hand, if he had been so inclined. He might have, but Draco was careful to walk at least two paces ahead from Harry at all times, as if being any closer would somehow broadcast their relationship to the world at large. )

Because hype45 asked for it, and I was more than happy to oblige. :) My rambling in italics.

Barring Accidents

( History, in its making, runs quietly on as it has always done – the hands of the clock move, things change, they stay the same – but, Dakin has discovered, it is possible to put your foot out and trip History up a little, not enough to make him fall, or to turn round and go the other way, but enough to make him stumble and then carry on. )

I did it. I sat down last night and finished the fic I've been working on and angsting over for the better part of two years in under three hours. Here it is, not half as good as I think it is. I can't bear to look at it anymore, but it is my baby, and I'm so glad to be able to show it to you all now.

Title: Birds Fly South
Author: justholdstill
Pairing(s): Harry/Ron/Hermione, Harry/Ron
Rating: R
Words: 4,737
Summary: Nothing, now, she has learned, is entirely platonic. It began, as far as she can remember, with a night out at the pub. A party, just like in the old days (except the holes between them where other men and women should stand, holes in the world); school chums, drunken wizards sending sparks out of the end of their wands and accidentally setting fire to one of the tables, swaying where they stand with glasses raised high in memory. Three months from the end of the war they’re already forgetting names, but they sing loud and strong and with tears in their eyes, and if this is the best they can do for their fallen comrades then Hermione thinks she understands.

( Down in the village, the bells of the church are ringing, selfish little peals of laughter that trill and croon to themselves across a white morning. They wake her, not enough that she swims up out of sleep entirely, but still the clamour and light of the world stirring come to her muted and facetious as if half-dreamed. )

In celebration of the triumphant return of pornish_pixies, I come bearing porn. Het porn, so it's slightly incongruous, but what the hell. Hermione is 16 (and therefore underage) in this fic, but the crowning glory is that I wrote it when I was sixteen (and thus underage myself), so I felt that giving it it's first public airing now was an appropriate thing to do. :)

Title: Big Time Sensuality
Author: justholdstill
Pairing: Hermione/Snape
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Snape offers to teach Hermione a few things that the curriculum doesn't exactly cover.
Warnings: Underage Sex, very light bondage, teacher/student relationship
A/N: Pure, unabashed porn. No plot whatsoever, though I am particularly proud of the detail I put into thinking up the potions. Certainly not the smuttiest thing I've written, but probably the smuttiest thing I've let you guys see. :) Also, points to me for using four different words for "arse" within a paragraph. Title taken from Bjork's song of the same name.

( “Your essay on the properties and uses of the famed Elysian Orchid, Miss Granger.” Snape plucked a scroll from the top of the pile and handed it to her. “Well done, even for you.” She looked it over, noting how few red marks there were, and then tipped her head to the side, looking questioningly at him. It was unlike him to be complimentary, even in flirtation – if, god help her, flirting was what they were doing. “Well done,” he continued, “but for one – rather egregious – oversight.” )

*saunters away for a cigarette*

Hope I've made my fellow HG/SS fans happy. ;)

Ummm....yeah. My audience for this is likely nonexistent, but I'll put it up anyway.

Title: Barring Accidents
Author: justholdstill
Pairing: Irwin/Dakin
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Really, really don’t own. If I did, Scripps would be tied to my bed.
Warnings: mentions of slashy sex, but nothing terribly explicit
Summary What if Dakin and Irwin really had got together after Hector’s death? Dakin tries to teach History a lesson, but History ends up teaching him.

( History, in its making, runs quietly on as it has always done – the hands of the clock move, things change, they stay the same – but, Dakin has discovered, it is possible to put your foot out and trip History up a little, not enough to make him fall, or to turn round and go the other way, but enough to make him stumble and then carry on. )

So it's two thirty in the morning, and I'm awake because one of the disadvantages of living across from a lovely park is that on weekends it is an ideal place for drunken yahoos to do their drunken yahoo-ing. One of the advantages of living across from the park is that I get a perverse pleasure from calling the police on drunken yahoos having fisticuffs in front of my window.
So anyway. I don't know why late = filth (poetic filth, but it's still very porny), but it does. That, and I wanted Sally to have something that would melt her pants off first thing in the morning.
Please to be ignoring the fact that I can't write anything other than H/D anymore. :P

Title: No Suprises (five ways Harry Potter never told Draco Malfoy he loved him)
Author: justholdstill
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC-17
Words: 998
Warnings: Underage Sex (but only in the first section), slightly AU
Summary: It’s the middle of a long July, just when the heat is the worst, when in the dusk the cicadas call and the fireflies spark across the swimming hole, when the air shimmers with unseen humidity and smells sweet and cloying, the result of too many flowers withering in a dry spell. Harry’s two weeks from being eighteen, which makes him too young to be doing this – too young to be drunk on cheap champagne stolen from the back of Mrs. Weasley’s larder, and too young to be sucking off Draco Malfoy under the lilac bush in the lane.

( He doesn’t think Draco hates him, exactly, but Harry also doesn’t think Draco likes him enough for them to be doing what they’re doing. )

ETA: listening to Patrick Wolf sing the word "aviary" makes me happy in my pants.

Probably no-one will care about this but the _amortentia_ gang, but just in case you're interested:

Title: How to Disappear Completely
Author: justholdstill
Pairing/Characters: Draco/Harry, Seamus, Lily, James, OFC
Rating: PG
Summary On a practise mission during Auror training, Harry gets hit by a curse that sends him into another world, where he meets some people he really wasn't expecting to meet.
A/N: Written for the RP _amortentia_, but should make sense to the average reader. Follows Red Sky At Morning.

( It would, Harry later thought, probably have gone better if he hadn’t slept in that morning, if he hadn’t been tired and his reflexes slow. It would have been better if he’d actually taken a moment to brush his hair, because it might have been more unruly than ever, and he would have been late, and missed the portkey – he would have had a moment to tie his shoes properly, so that he didn’t trip over them dodging a hex and catch a curse right between the shoulderblades. If he hadn’t woken in the night he would have been able to remember a shield spell, or a counter-curse, or responded with a hex of his own, or done any number of things that would have ended with him being anywhere but here…wherever here was. )

For Draco's reaction to Harry going missing, click here, and revel in aurieal's genius. Just...try not to weep all over your keyboards. :D

Let's see...I've had this journal now for (*has to go look*) not quite two years, and I am only just now reaching my two-hundredth post, which would be this one, obviously.
I wanted to have something ficcish, to celebrate, but me being me and therefore terminally unable to finish anything, I decided to bring you odds and ends of a few of my various WIPs, and a bit of something that got abandoned in the attempt.
Anyway.

Now We Are Two

Bits of a not-really-gen-not-quite-shippy thing with Ron and Ginny I began long, long ago. War-era. Harry and Hermione have died, and Ron and Ginny are stuck in hiding together in a wee little cottage somewhere in Scotland. This originally had a weird, incest-y feel to it, but once I figured out where it was going the tone resolved itself rather nicely. Heavy on the dialogue, which is unusual, for me.

( There was a cat... )

Birds Fly South

This fic is the bane of my fandom existence. I've been working on it for more than a year, but I can't seem either to finish it or put it away. The subject matter is dear to my heart, and there just isn't enough realistic trio fic out there to suit my tastes. So slaving away it is.

( Looking back, what she found most curious about her time in the blue house was... )

Islands

A saccharine James/Lily piece that never really got off the ground, though I thought it had some delicious lines.

( He tries to understand, he does. )

The Jumping-Off Point of God

I'd not written slash in a while, and I wanted to do something unexpected with a character I'd not written much before, and I ended up with a Harry/Neville that takes place in two different times, first during the war, when Neville and Harry have a thing, and second post-war, when Harry's died and Neville's living with Hermione, who's gone a bit mad. This fic does things I don't expect it to, sometimes, but I think it's going to be beautiful when it's done.

( The longer he knows her, it seems, the more and more beautiful she seems to become. )

Well, I'm off to my creative writing class. Toodles! ♥

femgenficathon

I posted my story.

The owls come. They bring scrolls of parchment; Nymphadora Tonks, some say – others, Tonks. One, in a loose, pretty script on blue-lined paper, reads simply, Dora.
She keeps all. She answers none. She wakes each morning bathed in sweat, christened by another Bombay morning, and sweeps the letters and feathers from the window sill into the writing desk, unread. Writes, mostly letters to herself, but also small poems, something she hasn’t done since she finished at Hogwarts years ago. Catalogues the smells of cooking from the flat above hers – vegetable curries, pungent with garlic and sweet onions, cumin, fragrant rice, fish, cinnamon. She begins stories, fables half-rooted in life, but never finishes them.
The owls go.


*bites nails*

I'd meant this for the final day of hp_lit, but the last post went up as I was writing it. I fail at life, obviously.
I have a distinct feeling this will become a piece of a larger story.

Title: The London Underground
Author: justholdstill
Character(s): Nymphadora Tonks
Rating: G
Genre: Gen
Word Count: 485
Warnings: n/a
Notes: The red shoes are borrowed from eudaimon, whose Dora I love.

( There is a party to attend, and she is wearing her red dancing shoes.  )

I love how I never seem to get anything done unless it's Harry/Draco smut for _amortentia_. Ah, well.
A joint effort between me and Sally (aurieal). I should probably mention that I play Harry, and she's Draco.

Title: Afternoons with Harry (or How Draco Malfoy Acquired That Spring in His Step)
Authors: justholdstill and aurieal
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 4,945
Warnings: Frottage and boysex abound.

( Draco frowned out the window of the compartment he shared with Pansy, Daphne, Blaise, and Millicent. )

I finished a fic today. Perversely, it was not one of my many WIPs. No, it was for my much-beloved RP _amortentia_. And it's H/D. *facepalm*
Still, read on if you will, as I think it will stand alone. It's not so artsy as other fics I've done, but I'm just so pleased to have accomplished something that I feel I have to post.


Title: Try, Try Again
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: PG
Summary: A Party - In which we encounter Capslock!Draco, Something Very Scandalous happens, and the rest of the school has a rollicking good time.

( Everything at Hogwarts seemed so much brighter, Harry thought, and so much friendlier, when one had just finished a frantic week of NEWTs. )

*sings* Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday to you!
Here, as promised, is the birthday fic!(A little bit later than I intended, but still on time - yay me!) I figured Maraudercest would make anyone happy. But first, you must suffer through a few words from yours truly.
Okay. You are probably one of my best friends in fandom, and it's a little bit ridiculous at times how similar we are. Because of that I always enjoy talking to you. Also, I think you are so very talented, and that there's not enough of your fic around lately. (Hint, hint). Anyway, I tend to lose any eloquence I might previously have posessed when attempting to bestow praise, so suffice it to say that I wish you the happiest and most fun of birthdays. :)
(Er...the fic itself isn't as fluffy (or as good) as I would have liked. Still, it's the thought that counts...right? I hope you like it.)

Title: Triangle (all the ways you touch me)
Pairing Remus/Sirius, Sirius/James
Rating: R-ish
Warnings: Er...Slash?
Summary:

( When Remus Lupin was Eight Years Old )

One Remus Lupin seems to have taken up residence in my brain. Don't get me wrong, I'm awfully fond of the fellow, but as a muse he's tempermental and given to making strange requests. He has me getting out of bed at all hours of the morning to write het of all things, and neglecting my other 3 WIPs which are nearly bloody done! Still, I wrote this in under two hours, which I think has to be some sort of personal record, and I'm actually quite proud of it.

Title: No Blinding Light (or tunnels to gates of white)
Pairing Remus/Tonks
Rating: Very soft R
Warnings: HBP spoilers

( She sits up in the bed where she has been sleeping )

Title: A Darker Shade of Twilight
Pairing: Sirius/Remus
Rating: R-ish
Category: Angst (As Usual)
Warnings: Slash
Summary: Snapshots of a relationship over the years

( It's not his fault when the first snow comes... )

Have done a wealth of completing and re-editing in the past few days, so there should be a slow trickle of fics/drabbles/poems in the next few days (and I am so godawfully slow about it). To begin, a Harry/Draco poem that I'm not at all sure if I like. It's free-form, but I think I might later change it to have some kind of rhyme scheme. Oh, and it's a bit long. Not epic, but long just the same.

Title: Obsidian and Silver
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: PG
Warnings: Implied slashy sex, I guess
Genre: Poetry


( The last long stand of daylight )