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letterbladeTo be even more of an unholy tease. A paragraph or two from each of the fics I listed a bit back, except the ones I haven't begun to write yet or the ones which are too short to cookie. Varying length, varying degrees of polish, slash, sex, kink, non-con, lack of context.
Sidhe and Nails and Sugar Cube Trails
Poor, foolish Albus, denying himself food and sleep in the throes of his endless quest for wisdom, spurning the heritage of his own House for one which values mere foolhardiness over any achievement of mind or will. And poor, foolish I, for letting him, for following him--even for aiding him. For having no better a friend, by any standard but mine, but this eccentric, desultory, cat-lazy, sugar-happy, terminally confused clever idiot.
But Albus' friendship is the only one I can bear, and the only one I desire. And now, while I am still young, while my skin is still smooth and my heart still beats with the mingled lusts of wood and humanity, it is only Albus I want, and it is a want deep and aching and dark as the sky is before dawn, anticipating light, awaiting the white one, my dear Albus.
~~~
A Lexicon of Serpents
So I'm sitting in Transfiguration--it's double with the Slytherins every other week, because the reptiles have schedules as twisted as they are--with the smarter half of Slytherin, 'cause it's the advanced unit, and Professor Dumbledore is going on about Switching Spells, demonstrating by switching bits of a black and white pair of guinea pigs around until they're checkerboard inverts of each other, and I'm taking notes, until all of a sudden I feel rather cold from the waist down.
Then a toad hops off my chair.
Somebody screams.
I look down and realize my trousers are gone. Another moment, and I realize that my pants are gone as well, leaving me naked from shirttails to socks. I yelp and snap my robe closed over what’s left of my uniform.
"Merlin's balls!"
~~~
Within These Pages
"That was most educational." Tom's voice was low, hard as steel. Lucius felt a thrill of absolute terror. "Now, Lucius, I want you to leave, and I want you to come back in three days, or not at all. There are certain issues which need to be discussed." Just a little more pressure--not enough to hurt, really, just enough to frighten. "But bear in mind, Mr. Malfoy, that if you cannot remember your place, you must abandon me. And if you do so, also remember that there are many things you cannot do without me."
~~~
Between Black Covers
Then, without warning, Tom flicked his wrist and the doubled-over leather smacked down on Lucius' chest, stinging his nipple hard. Lucius jolted in surprise, almost opened his eyes, almost gasped--then caught himself, berated himself.
Total control. He is asking of me total control.
And, sure enough, Tom's hand touched his shoulder, and there was a hint of anger in his voice as he purred, "Still. Be still, my pet."
Pet, yes. Lucius felt a shiver of anger and humiliation and deep, dirty pleasure. Voldemort's lapdog, they used to call him, that pretty pet Malfoy. I am nothing but his will...
~~~
Walls of Paper, Chains of Ink
Lucius stood back for a moment, just to admire him, his beautiful body sprawled bound over silk, couched in luxury. Tom didn’t struggle this time, didn’t tug at the chains, just wrapped his hands around the links leading from the wrist cuffs and closed his eyes with a little sigh.
"You are beautiful enough to drive one mad," Lucius murmured. Then he concentrated, reached out, and drew a sleek, inky black crop out of thin air. Narrow-ended, almost more a switch than a crop--slim, elegant, precise, and so very painful. His favorite sort of instrument.
He padded softly around the bed and set it on the black silk, inches from Tom's face.
~~~
untitled 1
That evening, when Percy finally clambered back out of his own fireplace, Remus awaited him in an armchair. He was dressed more formally than Percy had ever seen him--soft black trousers clinging close to the muscles of his thights, and a crisp white shirt tucked in neatly and buttoned just high enough to expose a bare inch of golden-furred skin beneath the hollow of his throat. Percy shivered as he set his briefcase down; just sitting there in an armchair in black and white, giving him his usual calmly scrutinizing gaze, Remus exuded confidence and authority.
"I did mean what I said at breakfast," Remus said quietly. "But we should eat first."
~~~
untitled 2
When he murmurs to my familiar in a voice like dried leaves and snake skins, and she looks at him with a twist in her tail and slithers the rest of the way down the bedpost, I feel a thrill of awe, envy--and terror. My hand shaking slightly, I draw more black leather out of the air and strap it firmly into his mouth. Into his Parselmouth. He whimpers into the gag as I run my fingers over his jaw. For now, I can silence him. For later, I will have much to think on.
~~~
The Charman's Riddle
He wanted to suspect something of Tom, but he was so, so different from the ghost of a boy he’d faced in the Chamber that he almost had to trust him. Even his posture, the very way he walked, relaxed, even slouched a little, with just a hint of gawkiness and shoes that looked two sizes too big for him, with his hands constantly going into his pockets--it was days before he realized that it was the way James walked, too.
~~~
The Seven Ordeals
Come the evening and the lightless time, they came to him in swarm and held him to the wall the spirit of the birch and he cried from their words alone for he was beautiful and defenseless they calleth the one with the white hand with his ankles tangled tight in black and white cotton and his shirt torn to his elbows and they sayeth that if that hand toucheth thy head and they beat him abject to his knees it bringeth a most terrible madness upon thee and said it was right because he deserved it and if it toucheth thy heart as if his sin was beauty and his guilt power it bringeth no less than the touch of death herself.
They touched his head until strands of ink hair came off on their palms and held him to rake his throat with hard flesh until his bile rose and he prayed on gravel-torn knees for a white hand, because surely he was going to go mad. They kicked him across the face and wood fairies burst across his vision, and he wanted to retch because they were going to destroy him and all he could think of was two lines of fading old text.
~~~
Sidhe and Nails and Sugar Cube Trails
Poor, foolish Albus, denying himself food and sleep in the throes of his endless quest for wisdom, spurning the heritage of his own House for one which values mere foolhardiness over any achievement of mind or will. And poor, foolish I, for letting him, for following him--even for aiding him. For having no better a friend, by any standard but mine, but this eccentric, desultory, cat-lazy, sugar-happy, terminally confused clever idiot.
But Albus' friendship is the only one I can bear, and the only one I desire. And now, while I am still young, while my skin is still smooth and my heart still beats with the mingled lusts of wood and humanity, it is only Albus I want, and it is a want deep and aching and dark as the sky is before dawn, anticipating light, awaiting the white one, my dear Albus.
~~~
A Lexicon of Serpents
So I'm sitting in Transfiguration--it's double with the Slytherins every other week, because the reptiles have schedules as twisted as they are--with the smarter half of Slytherin, 'cause it's the advanced unit, and Professor Dumbledore is going on about Switching Spells, demonstrating by switching bits of a black and white pair of guinea pigs around until they're checkerboard inverts of each other, and I'm taking notes, until all of a sudden I feel rather cold from the waist down.
Then a toad hops off my chair.
Somebody screams.
I look down and realize my trousers are gone. Another moment, and I realize that my pants are gone as well, leaving me naked from shirttails to socks. I yelp and snap my robe closed over what’s left of my uniform.
"Merlin's balls!"
~~~
Within These Pages
"That was most educational." Tom's voice was low, hard as steel. Lucius felt a thrill of absolute terror. "Now, Lucius, I want you to leave, and I want you to come back in three days, or not at all. There are certain issues which need to be discussed." Just a little more pressure--not enough to hurt, really, just enough to frighten. "But bear in mind, Mr. Malfoy, that if you cannot remember your place, you must abandon me. And if you do so, also remember that there are many things you cannot do without me."
~~~
Between Black Covers
Then, without warning, Tom flicked his wrist and the doubled-over leather smacked down on Lucius' chest, stinging his nipple hard. Lucius jolted in surprise, almost opened his eyes, almost gasped--then caught himself, berated himself.
Total control. He is asking of me total control.
And, sure enough, Tom's hand touched his shoulder, and there was a hint of anger in his voice as he purred, "Still. Be still, my pet."
Pet, yes. Lucius felt a shiver of anger and humiliation and deep, dirty pleasure. Voldemort's lapdog, they used to call him, that pretty pet Malfoy. I am nothing but his will...
~~~
Walls of Paper, Chains of Ink
Lucius stood back for a moment, just to admire him, his beautiful body sprawled bound over silk, couched in luxury. Tom didn’t struggle this time, didn’t tug at the chains, just wrapped his hands around the links leading from the wrist cuffs and closed his eyes with a little sigh.
"You are beautiful enough to drive one mad," Lucius murmured. Then he concentrated, reached out, and drew a sleek, inky black crop out of thin air. Narrow-ended, almost more a switch than a crop--slim, elegant, precise, and so very painful. His favorite sort of instrument.
He padded softly around the bed and set it on the black silk, inches from Tom's face.
~~~
untitled 1
That evening, when Percy finally clambered back out of his own fireplace, Remus awaited him in an armchair. He was dressed more formally than Percy had ever seen him--soft black trousers clinging close to the muscles of his thights, and a crisp white shirt tucked in neatly and buttoned just high enough to expose a bare inch of golden-furred skin beneath the hollow of his throat. Percy shivered as he set his briefcase down; just sitting there in an armchair in black and white, giving him his usual calmly scrutinizing gaze, Remus exuded confidence and authority.
"I did mean what I said at breakfast," Remus said quietly. "But we should eat first."
~~~
untitled 2
When he murmurs to my familiar in a voice like dried leaves and snake skins, and she looks at him with a twist in her tail and slithers the rest of the way down the bedpost, I feel a thrill of awe, envy--and terror. My hand shaking slightly, I draw more black leather out of the air and strap it firmly into his mouth. Into his Parselmouth. He whimpers into the gag as I run my fingers over his jaw. For now, I can silence him. For later, I will have much to think on.
~~~
The Charman's Riddle
He wanted to suspect something of Tom, but he was so, so different from the ghost of a boy he’d faced in the Chamber that he almost had to trust him. Even his posture, the very way he walked, relaxed, even slouched a little, with just a hint of gawkiness and shoes that looked two sizes too big for him, with his hands constantly going into his pockets--it was days before he realized that it was the way James walked, too.
~~~
The Seven Ordeals
Come the evening and the lightless time, they came to him in swarm and held him to the wall the spirit of the birch and he cried from their words alone for he was beautiful and defenseless they calleth the one with the white hand with his ankles tangled tight in black and white cotton and his shirt torn to his elbows and they sayeth that if that hand toucheth thy head and they beat him abject to his knees it bringeth a most terrible madness upon thee and said it was right because he deserved it and if it toucheth thy heart as if his sin was beauty and his guilt power it bringeth no less than the touch of death herself.
They touched his head until strands of ink hair came off on their palms and held him to rake his throat with hard flesh until his bile rose and he prayed on gravel-torn knees for a white hand, because surely he was going to go mad. They kicked him across the face and wood fairies burst across his vision, and he wanted to retch because they were going to destroy him and all he could think of was two lines of fading old text.
~~~
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Date: Mar. 13th, 2003 02:43 am (UTC)Re LoS: Woo-hoo! Trousers preview! Yay! :D
Re smut crumbs: *slurp*
Re Seven Ordeals: Oh Hades, please write more of this!
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Date: Mar. 13th, 2003 07:32 am (UTC)I want to read everything. Right now. The disappearing clothes scene is great...I'm so not supposed to laugh at it, but I am. Lucius...Tom...whip...black silk... happiness. Also very intrigued by the Remus/Percy. What was Percy doing there for breakfast anyway?
You are killing me.
We are the dirty bondage sluts of the HP fanfic world.
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Yes you are. ;)
I'm worried that scene is too silly for LoS. But it's become a part of it now. Oh well. ('Tis chapter 3, of course.)
And Remus has been living off-and-on with Percy. It's a long story. (Why is Percy flooing rather than apparating? 'Cause I'm a dweeb. Woo.)
Dirty teasing bondage sluts. :D
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Date: Mar. 13th, 2003 09:00 am (UTC)