Yay for drunken drabbling!
Drabble night: theme: bondage. mmmm.
snape/sirius. nothing to write home about (challenge by nimori)
Severus didn't bother mitigating the irritation in his tone. "Just untie me. It's not. . ."
"No! It’s fine. I'll be. . . fine. Just, don't look."
"I think not. As long as I'm not getting anything else worthwhile out of this, I think I shall watch as you try to tease your pathetic little wand back to life."
"Fuck! Just. Fine." Sirius waved his wand and released Severus's ankles and wrists.
Severus rolled, grabbed his wand, muttered, waved, and turned, and just that fast Sirius was trussed where he had just been.
"What? Wait! I!" Sirius stared at him, confused.
"Simple potion, for that. Last time was. . . uninspiring."
"Fucker!"
"That would be the general idea."
"Do I get an antidote?"
"Of course. My spunk, your arse, and, as if by magic, you spring back to life."
Sirius gaped, then groaned. "Bugger. Next time, I cook."
"Of course."
Harry/Cedric. What would you do to win? (challenge by amanuensis1)
The message came by way of a younger Ravenclaw he didn't really know. What, Cedric wanted to know, would he do?
Harry stuttered a bit, at first, and finally the girl had to spell it out for him. "To win, of course. He wants to know, for example, would you capture a Crumple-Horned Snorkack, if it would guarantee you'd win? What would you do? He's waiting, where he told you."
The girl vanished around the corner before Harry's mind caught up.
He went up to the Prefects' bathroom, and sat uncertainly outside the door for several minutes.
Finally, Cedric emerged, dripping and downcast. "Oi! Harry!"
"I, er, this girl, and I didn't want to interrupt …"
"No, it's brilliant. Come in?"
"In the bathroom? Look, what did you want me to do?"
"You want to win, right? You want me to help you some more?'
Harry nodded. "But only if, you know, you want to."
Cedric grinned and bound Harry's wrists to the statue of Boris the Bewildered, then magicked away his trousers.
Oh, Harry thought, imagining the word weakly.
Harry/Lucius I don't want the world, I just want your half (challenge by ficbymarks)
Harry bends low to check the knot.
He barely jumps back in time when Lucius lunges up, snapping.
"You want I should gag you too, then?" He lifts a brow and waits for the hurled curse. "Look. The disposition of your case is up to me, and you and your lot have plenty to account for. I think it's only fair we do things my way." He waves his wand, a quick jab, and the gag pulls Lucius back, taut cords of his straining neck creating a pool of shadow.
Harry thinks of many things. Of Sirius, dropping through the veil. Of Severus, discovered and tortured and finally let free from his pain by a potion of Harry's solitary making. Of Ron, mud filming blurry over one wide blue eye, a vision Harry can't erase.
He doesn't care whether Lucius comes, which he does. He only cares that he know what Harry thinks of as he fucks him, that it's never, never him. He only cares that his ownership of him is complete, unmitigating, unending.
And then I posted this challenge for Marks: "neville/bill, picture's worth a thousand words", the result of which she better post in hers.
snape/sirius. nothing to write home about (challenge by nimori)
Severus didn't bother mitigating the irritation in his tone. "Just untie me. It's not. . ."
"No! It’s fine. I'll be. . . fine. Just, don't look."
"I think not. As long as I'm not getting anything else worthwhile out of this, I think I shall watch as you try to tease your pathetic little wand back to life."
"Fuck! Just. Fine." Sirius waved his wand and released Severus's ankles and wrists.
Severus rolled, grabbed his wand, muttered, waved, and turned, and just that fast Sirius was trussed where he had just been.
"What? Wait! I!" Sirius stared at him, confused.
"Simple potion, for that. Last time was. . . uninspiring."
"Fucker!"
"That would be the general idea."
"Do I get an antidote?"
"Of course. My spunk, your arse, and, as if by magic, you spring back to life."
Sirius gaped, then groaned. "Bugger. Next time, I cook."
"Of course."
Harry/Cedric. What would you do to win? (challenge by amanuensis1)
The message came by way of a younger Ravenclaw he didn't really know. What, Cedric wanted to know, would he do?
Harry stuttered a bit, at first, and finally the girl had to spell it out for him. "To win, of course. He wants to know, for example, would you capture a Crumple-Horned Snorkack, if it would guarantee you'd win? What would you do? He's waiting, where he told you."
The girl vanished around the corner before Harry's mind caught up.
He went up to the Prefects' bathroom, and sat uncertainly outside the door for several minutes.
Finally, Cedric emerged, dripping and downcast. "Oi! Harry!"
"I, er, this girl, and I didn't want to interrupt …"
"No, it's brilliant. Come in?"
"In the bathroom? Look, what did you want me to do?"
"You want to win, right? You want me to help you some more?'
Harry nodded. "But only if, you know, you want to."
Cedric grinned and bound Harry's wrists to the statue of Boris the Bewildered, then magicked away his trousers.
Oh, Harry thought, imagining the word weakly.
Harry/Lucius I don't want the world, I just want your half (challenge by ficbymarks)
Harry bends low to check the knot.
He barely jumps back in time when Lucius lunges up, snapping.
"You want I should gag you too, then?" He lifts a brow and waits for the hurled curse. "Look. The disposition of your case is up to me, and you and your lot have plenty to account for. I think it's only fair we do things my way." He waves his wand, a quick jab, and the gag pulls Lucius back, taut cords of his straining neck creating a pool of shadow.
Harry thinks of many things. Of Sirius, dropping through the veil. Of Severus, discovered and tortured and finally let free from his pain by a potion of Harry's solitary making. Of Ron, mud filming blurry over one wide blue eye, a vision Harry can't erase.
He doesn't care whether Lucius comes, which he does. He only cares that he know what Harry thinks of as he fucks him, that it's never, never him. He only cares that his ownership of him is complete, unmitigating, unending.
And then I posted this challenge for Marks: "neville/bill, picture's worth a thousand words", the result of which she better post in hers.