rachelleneveu: ("Some days the body count will)


(The administration would like to apologize for the fact that we are currently on lockdown, and will likely remain so for an as-yet-undetermined amount of time. Explanations will come to those who ask, provided you have correctly filled out all your paperwork and proven to the guard at the security desk that you are not actually a ninja in disguise.)

(Other people's poetry and various things I've written will be open to the public. Everything else will be going under lock after a week as public posts. Please comment if adding.)

rachelleneveu: (when in doubt)
ex libris, etcetera )
rachelleneveu: (not your year)
Title: this modern love
Characters/Pairing(s): Justin Finch-Fletchley/Pansy Parkinson, with some assorted Hufflepuffs and Slytherins in the background.
Summary: A wedding is supposed to be a joyful union of two people, surrounded by their closest friends and family. Not… whatever the hell this particular disaster is.
Word Count: 9541
Rating: PG-15
Warning(s): Sex, language, alcohol, and general pureblood snobbery.
Disclaimer: None of this is mine: anybody with a name you recognize belongs to the inimitable J.K. Rowling. Story title comes from the Bloc Party song of the same name.
A/N: At last, a chance to write my OTP! This was written for/from a prompt on [livejournal.com profile] interhouse_fest by [livejournal.com profile] katmarajade. I hope you like it! :o)
i'm here because i want to be. you know that, right? )
rachelleneveu: (not your year)
Title: this modern love
Characters/Pairing(s): Justin Finch-Fletchley/Pansy Parkinson, with some assorted Hufflepuffs and Slytherins in the background.
Summary: A wedding is supposed to be a joyful union of two people, surrounded by their closest friends and family. Not… whatever the hell this particular disaster is.
Word Count: 9541
Rating: PG-15
Warning(s): Sex, language, alcohol, and general pureblood snobbery.
Disclaimer: None of this is mine: anybody with a name you recognize belongs to the inimitable J.K. Rowling. Story title comes from the Bloc Party song of the same name.
A/N: Part One is right here. This was written for/from a prompt on [livejournal.com profile] interhouse_fest by [livejournal.com profile] katmarajade.
She's cute. What exactly does she see in you? )
rachelleneveu: (love love love)
Title: this mess is mine
Characters/Pairing(s): Kala Dandekar/Wolfgang Bogdanow, Kala Dandekar/Rajan Rasal
Summary: She has spent too much time in hospitals, here and elsewhere
Word Count: 586
Rating: PG
Warning(s): None.
Disclaimer: None of this is mine: anybody with a name you recognize belongs to the Wachowski siblings.
A/N: Written for a tumblr prompt from [livejournal.com profile] nombrehetomado: "If I run now, I'll be running forever."
when is a monster not a monster? (when you love it) )
rachelleneveu: (we're going to hug it out)
Title: ‘till the windmills answer
Summary: “You could be right there,” he says, reaching out impulsively to brush a stray tendril of hair behind her ear. “But you know, it could have been worse – it could always be worse. I mean, it could be raining.”
Characters/Pairing(s): Narcissa Black/Rabastan Lestrange, background Lucius/Narcissa.
Word Count: 1663
Warning(s): None.
Disclaimer: None of these people are mine: anybody with a name you recognize belongs to the incomparable J.K. Rowling. The title comes from the Coldplay song “Don Quixote.”
A/N: Prompt used was “a kiss in the rain.” Written for [livejournal.com profile] sirmioneforever in the [livejournal.com profile] rarepair_shorts 2014 Summer Wishlist Event. I hope you like it, doll! :)


tell that princess she'll never be lonely again )
rachelleneveu: (book love)
Title: when the lights go out
Characters/Pairing(s): Viktor Krum/Cho Chang, with a handful of Second Order members on the side.
Summary: Four nights, in wartime.
Word Count: 3301
Rating: PG-13
Warning(s): Violence, a few sexual references.
Disclaimer: None of this is mine: anybody with a name you recognize belongs to Our Lady of the Horcrux Hunt, the inimitable J.K. Rowling. Story title and inspiration comes from the Katie Melua song "If The Lights Go Out."

if the sky falls down like pouring rain, then i'll be here with you )
rachelleneveu: ("Some days the body count will)
Title: singing like they know the score
Pairing: Feuilly/Jehan
Rating: PG-13.
Word Count: 1095
Summary: “Feuilly does not look away as he drinks.”
Author’s Notes: the title is a line from the Fleetwood Mac song, “Songbird.” Written as a Christmas present for the lovely [livejournal.com profile] keevacaereni, as commissioned by the ever-amazing [livejournal.com profile] theladyisatiger. Happy Christmas!

I wish you all the love in the world, but most of all, I wish it from myself )
rachelleneveu: (like magic)
Happy Yom Kippur, old chaps.


Title: put your records on
Summary: “She makes it only a few minutes past midnight before she starts making up excuses to leave.”
Word Count: 933
Warning(s): None
A/N: For my a prompt in my Creative Writing class, “When she realized what had happened, it was already too late.”

Rosie is mostly happy at her decision to leave the bar crawl early. )
rachelleneveu: (still waiting for that damn letter)
Title: like some mystery uncovered
Pairing: Parvati/Ron, background Ron/Hermione
Rating: PG-13.
Word Count: 3,836
Warning(s): Language, violence, references to character death.
Summary: “Just because he helped save the world doesn’t mean she has to like him.” Parvati and Ron, after the war.
Author's Notes: The title is from the Bruce Springsteen song, “Blood Brothers.” Inspired by this prompt and written for the Summer Shorts Comment Fest on [livejournal.com profile] rarepair_shorts.
I'll keep movin' through the dark with you in my heart )
rachelleneveu: ("Some days the body count will)
Title: family portrait
Summary: "When her grandson is three, Megan White goes to a support group."
Word Count: 913
Warning(s): None
A/N: For my a prompt in my Creative Writing class, "I've never told this to anyone before."


Megan has never been to therapy before. )
rachelleneveu: ("Some days the body count will)
Title: Runs in the Family
Pairing: Justin Finch-Fletchley/Pansy Parkinson
Rating: PG
Word Count: 1000
Summary: “You waited two weeks to bring it in. How do I know this isn’t meant to throw us off your father’s trail?”
Author's Notes: 3/13. Title from Amanda Palmer. At some point I’ll need to do a big “what I’ve been up to” post, seeing as it's been....what, almost a whole year since? In the meantime, there’s this. :o)
I can't help where I come from )
rachelleneveu: (not your year)
Title: Yesterday's Papers
Pairing: Justin/Pansy
Rating: PG
Word Count: 1000
Summary: "'Ogden's,' he says, 'Straight. And leave the bottle.'"
Author's Notes: Second in a series of thirteen prompts from the tables at [livejournal.com profile] rarepair_shorts. Title comes from the Rolling Stones song of the same name.


yesterday's papers are such bad news, same thing applies to me and you )
rachelleneveu: ("Some days the body count will)
Traveler -- Heather Sommer

Your first time out of the country
of your own skin, I didn't bring a map.

You always hated that I'd been lucky
enough to pick my way through streets

I couldn't pronounce to find cathedrals,
graveyards. If you were a city, you said,

I'd only like to know your suburbs.

If you were a city, I said, I'd like to know
your poor neighborhoods, you inner parts.

Read your graffiti. Drink your tap water.
Feel your smog and dirt stick to my sweat.

Hear your orchestra of sirens and gunshots.
I'd know which of your streets to walk.

If you were a city, I'd expect to be robbed.




10 Honest Thoughts On Being Loved By A Skinny Boy -- Rachel Wiley

1.
I say, 'I am fat.'
He says 'No, you are beautiful.'
I wonder why I cannot be both.
He kisses me
hard.

2.
My college theater professor once told me
that despite my talent,
I would never be cast as a romantic lead.
We do plays that involve singing animals
and children with the ability to fly,
but apparently no one
has enough willing suspension of disbelief
to go with anyone loving a fat girl.
I daydream regularly
about fucking my boyfriend vigorously on his front lawn.

3.
On the mornings I do not feel pretty,
while he is still asleep,
I sit on the floor and check the pockets of his skinny jeans for motive,
for a punchline,
for other girls' phone numbers.

4.
When we hold hands in public,
I wonder if he notices the looks --
like he is handling a parade balloon on a crowded sidewalk;
if he notices that my hands are now made of rope.

5.
Dear Cosmo: Fuck you.
I will not take sex tips from you
on how to please a man you think I do not deserve.

6.
He tells me he loves me with the lights on.

7.
I can cup his hip bone in my hand,
feel his ribs without pressing very hard at all.
He does not believe me when I tell him he is beautiful.
Sometimes I fear the day he does will be the day he leaves.

8.
The cute hipster girl at the coffee shop
assumes we are just friends
and flirts over the counter.
I spend the next two weeks
mentally replacing myself with her
in all of our photographs.
When I admit this to him
we spend the evening taking new photos together.
He will not let me delete a single one of them.

9.
The phrase "Big girls need love too" can die in a fire.
Fucking me does not require an asterisk.
Loving me is not a fetish.
Finding me beautiful is not a novelty.
I am not a fucking novelty.

10.
I say, 'I am fat.'
He says, 'No. You are so much more,'
and kisses me
hard.




I the Woman -- Sandra Cisneros

I'm
the Thursday
night
the poor
excuse
I am she
I'm dark
in the veins
I'm
intoxicant
I'm hip
and good skin
brass
and sharp tooth
against
the air
I'm lightbeam
no stopping me

I am
your temporary
thing
your own
mad
dancing
I am
a live
wildness
left
behind
one earring
in the car
a finger-
print
on skin
the black smoke
in your
clothes
and in
your
mouth




Here's What Our Parents Never Taught Us -- Shinji Moon

Here's what our parents never taught us:

You will stay up on your rooftop until sunlight peels away the husk of the moon,
chainsmoking cigarettes and reading Baudelaire, and
you will learn that you only ever want to fall in love with someone
who will stay up to watch the sun rise with you.

You will fall in love with train rides, and sooner or later you will
realize that nowhere seems like home anymore.

A woman will kiss you and you'll think her lips are two petals
rubbing against your mouth.

You will not tell anyone that you liked it.
It's okay.
It is beautiful to love humans in a world where love is a metaphor for lust.

You can leave if you want, with only your skin as a carry-on.

All you need is a twenty in your pocket and a bus ticket.
All you need is someone on the other end of the map, thinking about the supple
curves of your body, to guide you to a home that stretches out for miles
and miles on end.

You will lie to everyone you love.
They will love you anyways.

One day you'll wake up and realize that you are too big for your own skin.

Molt.
Don't be afraid.

Your body is a house where the shutters blow in and out
against the windowpane.

You are a hurricane-prone area.
The glass will break through often.

But it's okay. I promise.

Remember,
a stranger once told you that the breeze
here is something worth writing poems about.
rachelleneveu: (like magic)

Title: This Woman's Work
Pairing: Justin Finch-Fletchley/Pansy Parkinson
Rating: PG
Word Count: 1000
Summary: "Pansy knows she's fallen far, and after the day she's had, it shows."
Author's Notes: Title from Maxwell. First in a series of thirteen prompts from [livejournal.com profile] rarepair_shorts, and part of an ongoing effort to get my headcanon for these two down on paper once and for all. Really, anything that gets me writing is a good thing, right? :)

I know you have a little life in you yet )

rachelleneveu: ("Some days the body count will)
1.
fuck off.


2.
realize that time machines
were built
for richstraightwhite men who have
never feared walking down
the street at night.


3.
smoke cigarettes with the luxury
of knowing that
they'll kill you someday.


4.
throw away your record players
and smash your vinyls into bits
and recognize
that the jagged edges are
nowhere near as rough as the past

(also, just fucking download spotify already).


5.
get dressed how you want
and eat what you want
and marry who you want
and learn what you want
just because you can.


6.
that whalebone corset looks
prettier tucked away
in the glass case of a museum
than it would wrapped around
your middle
squeezing the breath from your lungs
and the roses blooming in your cheeks.


7.
swallow pills instead of
biting your tongue.
you won't be left in the gutter
or locked away in a tower,
I promise.


8.
money was always
hard to come by.


9.
if you're unhappy with where
you are,
go.

we can fly, these days.


(x)
rachelleneveu: (love love love)

Title: Right As Rain
Pairing: Charlie Weasley/Parvati Patil, background Charlie/Unidentified Lady Friend, Parvati/Anthony Goldstein
Rating: PG-15 (for sexual situations).
Word Count: 1400

Summary: It's not permanent. It's never been.
Author's Notes: The title is a line from the Adele song of the same name. Prompts are from a generator, and written for the Number Game Ficathon on [livejournal.com profile] rarepair_shorts.

no room in my bed, as far as I'm concerned, so wipe that dirty smile off )
rachelleneveu: (mistake)











HP Rare-Pair Challenge
Author: [livejournal.com profile] rachelleneveu
Pairing: Justin/Pansy
Progress: 3/13

1. the residue of Monday
2. slander
3. two weekends ago
4. these young men
5. family history
6. looking for more oranges
7. surprises
8. the opportunities you missed
9. for what it's worth
10. some people stay
11. pining for normalcy
12. degrees of freedom
13. and that is the sentiment of the hour

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