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westernredcedarTitle: Halloween at the Burrow
Author: Cedar
Rated: PG-13 for spandex
Warnings: geez, more cross-dressing, Cedar? What is happening??
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“But Batman can’t fly, not really. He’s just a normal bloke in a cape.”
“It would have been better if you’d been Superman. More realistic.”
Severus had flown into the garden of the Burrow ten minutes before, black cape fluttering, to shocked laughter, dropped jaws, and a smattering of applause. Remus’s intense pleasure at his success was topped only by his lust for the man in clinging black. He himself was costumed as a knock-out, if a bit pudgy, Vicky Vale.
The Weasley brothers had gathered around Severus, peppering him with commentary. He had been silent, only the glitter of black eyes and the thin, disapproving line of his mouth visible. Vicky Vale stood to the side, arms crossed, eager to see how Batman would put them in their place.
“He is not a ‘normal bloke’, Mr. Weasley, he is a millionaire playboy. And Superman,” Severus said at last, eyes on Remus, “has no sense of style. Red and blue, indeed.”
Severus pushed past Ron and Charlie, strode over to Remus, wrapped his arm around his waist, and said, “I’m here to rescue you from this tedium, Ms. Vale.”
Remus was not ready to leave the party, but the body pressing against him was insistent. He threw his arms around Severus’s neck.
“Up, up and away,” Remus said with a smirk.
Author: Cedar
Rated: PG-13 for spandex
Warnings: geez, more cross-dressing, Cedar? What is happening??
Bouncing off the last one by
blpaintchart.Anyone still playing? Are we at stopping point to post at lupin_snape? Illustrations? Hee.
“But Batman can’t fly, not really. He’s just a normal bloke in a cape.”
“It would have been better if you’d been Superman. More realistic.”
Severus had flown into the garden of the Burrow ten minutes before, black cape fluttering, to shocked laughter, dropped jaws, and a smattering of applause. Remus’s intense pleasure at his success was topped only by his lust for the man in clinging black. He himself was costumed as a knock-out, if a bit pudgy, Vicky Vale.
The Weasley brothers had gathered around Severus, peppering him with commentary. He had been silent, only the glitter of black eyes and the thin, disapproving line of his mouth visible. Vicky Vale stood to the side, arms crossed, eager to see how Batman would put them in their place.
“He is not a ‘normal bloke’, Mr. Weasley, he is a millionaire playboy. And Superman,” Severus said at last, eyes on Remus, “has no sense of style. Red and blue, indeed.”
Severus pushed past Ron and Charlie, strode over to Remus, wrapped his arm around his waist, and said, “I’m here to rescue you from this tedium, Ms. Vale.”
Remus was not ready to leave the party, but the body pressing against him was insistent. He threw his arms around Severus’s neck.
“Up, up and away,” Remus said with a smirk.