the stains that blotched their shirts were different; his from spilled coffee and hers from accidental cigarette burns. however, the stains on their bodies matched so beautifully. the red hickeys ethereally nested on her collarbones blending with the purple love bites trailing up his neck. [r. lupin] [highest: #60 fanfiction, #1 remuslupin] [warning: contains tobacco use & mature references]

while most feared any utterance of he-who-must-not-be-named's proper name, she feared the incoherent whisper of baxter. the name she had cowered from for the past sixteen years of her life. as fate seemed to have it, severus snape knew of her cowardice ways towards the word, and he manipulatively used her fear to his advantage. [j.potter]