Harry Potter: Futureperfect?
Title: Futureperfect?
Author: doomedloves
Beta:
m_artsa
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Severus Snape/Lord Voldemort
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Slash, fluff, angst.
Summary: Severus has his own fears, Voldemort has his own.
A/N: I'm not a big canon nazi so there just might be some illogical stuff. Also, I haven't read a Potter book since DH and that was ages ago. Don't kill me because of that. Written for 20_est_relships, and the prompt was #19 Future.
Disclaimer: Sevvie and Voldy belong to J.K. Rowling and I'm only borrowing them for my own fun. Don't sue, I'm poor. Besides it's not like I'm claiming these gentlemen are mine, so... You know. This is just for fun. The title belongs to VNV Nation.
"How's this going to be afterwards?" Severus asked, eyes closed, his chest heaving and skin sweaty. His muscles were still trembling, as they always did after making crazy out-of-control love. Sometimes it went on for hours, sometimes not.
"Afterwards?"
"Yes", Severus sat up, placing his hand on Voldemort's arm. The need of a serious discussion could be seen in Severus' eyes. "After you've won, after they're all gone and the world is yours to take, how is this going to be then?"
Voldemort stared at the roof, not wanting to say what he wanted to say but not daring to lie. There was only one person in the entire world Voldemort didn't want to lie to. And that very person was sitting right there, having his hand on Voldemort's arm and dark eyes fixed on Voldemort's face.
"Who says I'm going to win?"
Severus closed his eyes and laid back, placing his head onto Voldemort's chest, listening to steady beat of a heart many thought didn't exist. The heart he had heard beat only for himself - and that was something you definitely didn't expect to hear from Voldemort.
"Don't say that. What chance do they really have?" Severus demanded. It seemed that the Light didn't really have a chance against Voldemort - they were either kids or way too old to even aim with a wand. They were stupid to think they were just going to beat the strongest wizard ever by using their magical secret weapon who just happened to be a naïve teenager who hadn't known anything about magic until five years ago.
"I don't know, really. My point was that there's no need to feel all superior. Because even though we're stronger, we're also outnumbered", Voldemort explained, closing his eyes. Sometimes he hated Severus for killing his thoughts of superiority. He hated being realistic - he'd rather just not think about future or the war or anything. He just wanted to lay there and not think about the kid with Avada Kedavra eyes and stupid glasses, but more than anything he wanted to shut Severus up. With his lips or cock or hands or anything just to make sure he didn't have to talk about anything that had anything to do with the war and frightening times that were ahead.
"So, let me revise my question, then. If we win, how are we going to be then?"
"Just like we've been before. I can't see why the world couldn't take me having a man by my side instead of a woman, if that's what you mean."
"Well... yes", Severus nodded against Voldemort's chest, thanking whatever gods for being positioned in a way that Voldemort couldn't see how he blushed. He felt silly. He had just revealed that he didn't really believe what Voldemort told him though he should've; he had no reason to not believe.
"The world will just have to deal with having a Dark Lord whose Dark Lady just happens to be a man."
Author: doomedloves
Beta:
m_artsa
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Severus Snape/Lord Voldemort
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Slash, fluff, angst.
Summary: Severus has his own fears, Voldemort has his own.
A/N: I'm not a big canon nazi so there just might be some illogical stuff. Also, I haven't read a Potter book since DH and that was ages ago. Don't kill me because of that. Written for 20_est_relships, and the prompt was #19 Future.
Disclaimer: Sevvie and Voldy belong to J.K. Rowling and I'm only borrowing them for my own fun. Don't sue, I'm poor. Besides it's not like I'm claiming these gentlemen are mine, so... You know. This is just for fun. The title belongs to VNV Nation.
"How's this going to be afterwards?" Severus asked, eyes closed, his chest heaving and skin sweaty. His muscles were still trembling, as they always did after making crazy out-of-control love. Sometimes it went on for hours, sometimes not.
"Afterwards?"
"Yes", Severus sat up, placing his hand on Voldemort's arm. The need of a serious discussion could be seen in Severus' eyes. "After you've won, after they're all gone and the world is yours to take, how is this going to be then?"
Voldemort stared at the roof, not wanting to say what he wanted to say but not daring to lie. There was only one person in the entire world Voldemort didn't want to lie to. And that very person was sitting right there, having his hand on Voldemort's arm and dark eyes fixed on Voldemort's face.
"Who says I'm going to win?"
Severus closed his eyes and laid back, placing his head onto Voldemort's chest, listening to steady beat of a heart many thought didn't exist. The heart he had heard beat only for himself - and that was something you definitely didn't expect to hear from Voldemort.
"Don't say that. What chance do they really have?" Severus demanded. It seemed that the Light didn't really have a chance against Voldemort - they were either kids or way too old to even aim with a wand. They were stupid to think they were just going to beat the strongest wizard ever by using their magical secret weapon who just happened to be a naïve teenager who hadn't known anything about magic until five years ago.
"I don't know, really. My point was that there's no need to feel all superior. Because even though we're stronger, we're also outnumbered", Voldemort explained, closing his eyes. Sometimes he hated Severus for killing his thoughts of superiority. He hated being realistic - he'd rather just not think about future or the war or anything. He just wanted to lay there and not think about the kid with Avada Kedavra eyes and stupid glasses, but more than anything he wanted to shut Severus up. With his lips or cock or hands or anything just to make sure he didn't have to talk about anything that had anything to do with the war and frightening times that were ahead.
"So, let me revise my question, then. If we win, how are we going to be then?"
"Just like we've been before. I can't see why the world couldn't take me having a man by my side instead of a woman, if that's what you mean."
"Well... yes", Severus nodded against Voldemort's chest, thanking whatever gods for being positioned in a way that Voldemort couldn't see how he blushed. He felt silly. He had just revealed that he didn't really believe what Voldemort told him though he should've; he had no reason to not believe.
"The world will just have to deal with having a Dark Lord whose Dark Lady just happens to be a man."