Drabbles from Queerditch_pub
Well, I haven't posted anything for a while, so I thought I'd put these on here. Various pairings, various ratings.
SINS
Viktor/Cedric: thou shalt not covet
They say I'm the best Seeker they've seen for an age. They say I fly like an angel, gifted in the sky, a wingéd chariot of talent which makes up for the ungainly figure I make on the ground. I am like an albatross, my home in the sky, awkward and out of place on earth.
But there is another angel in the firmament, one who deserves the name for his hair is a halo of light with the sun behind him, tall and stately, like Gabriel himself, and at home with his wings.
And I know it is disloyal to want him, to follow his movements with my eyes, but I want him as badly as I have wanted any victory. My fingers ache to touch the gold of his hair, to curl around him, as I do the ever pursued flight of my craft. I have been Seeking my whole life - I have found the gold at the end of my flight, but I know I shall never catch it.
Sirius Black/any or none:(all or any of) The Seven Deadly Sins
He chose me, and when he did I was shocked - but proud. I am still proud although that pride which tumbles down behind me is my downfall. I am proud when I am with him, and that pleases him.
I take my fill of him. And am not replete. I could kiss him until my lips bled, suck him dry of seed, spend a lifetime with my mouth on his skin and yet it would not be enough. This pleases him.
I have never wanted a man more. His skin is electricity to which I am stuck and will never escape. His hair, blond satin star-catcher, has meshed my heart. I think I could die in his arms, in my mouth, in his body. This pleases him.
I resent every second he is out of my arms, I cling to every moment, and want more. I praise him for everything he is, and laud him to everyone I know. This pleases him.
He tells no-one about us. He sneers at my life, my friends, my choices. He laughs at my anger and his eyes make mercurial mirth at my wrath. This pleases him.
When he married, he invited me - black - caste sheep in a glittering white wedding, sulking and hidden, my soul leeching so hard I thought it would stop the ceremony. He made me watch and turned to smile at me while his lips sought hers and mine cried out in jealousy. This pleased him.
I could lie in his arms without moving for an eternity, and at the end of that eternity, it would never be enough. I cannot move from his side, for all that they think I am mad. This pleases him.
I am damned. and this pleases him
Lucius/Severus: Gluttony - Foodsmut
Severus has learned to eat. It seems incredible to him now, as he lies on Roman couches in chameleon fake splendour that eating was once something that he did between study. Between lessons. Between beatings. Between life. To Lucius, it was life.
Lucius, who does not know the price of a pint of milk, knows everything there is about the value of food. With a patience that only a Malfoy can display, (the patience of a snake as it sleeps before a hole, waiting for the mouse to appear, driven out by hunger) Lucius has taught Severus about food.
Not just about wine, and the dishes to serve with them ("Never the other way around, Severus," he had said, standing behind him, arms wrapped around him as he taught him which knife went where and why). But about how things were made, which tiny farmer in the Ardennes would create a cheese that would bubble in your mouth, marking the end of a year's labour. Which grape was left on the vine to form dessert wines, and which parts of the world could produce a prosciutto that make your soul sing.
Severus couldn't say his soul had sung for prosciutto, but it had watching Lucius as he explained his passion. Lucius had wooed him with food, and the making of it, seduced him with the life of the bees, toiling to make the heather honey that he will only have in his tea, tempted him with the recipe for sushi and for absinthe, until Severus had understood a world he had taken for granted for too long.
Lucius was putting the world on a plate for Severus - and he took it, gratefully at first, not realising the danger of temptation until he was too far into the addiction to stop.
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MISTAKES
Bill/Remus - Wrong name during sex
And his hair was almost the same texture, and his spine curved just so, and the way his neck fluttered when it was kissed, and if he kept his eyes closed he could almost be sure, almost be sure it was...
But it wasn't but it was good, so good that it kept them both coming back for more. Hands slipping in the sweat soaked sheen and mouths that never quite closed and eyes that never quite opened.
But when they both said "Sirius" when they came, Remus saw Bill as if for the first time, and the self deception they'd founded their relationship upon crumbled into dust and formed the bedrock of a new understanding.
Percy/Ginny - Understanding/Forgiveness (Universal)
"It was all such a long time ago, Percy," Ginny said, her hands busy. Her hair came loose from its bun and grizzled strands fell down either side of her face, "Mum never really understood and Dad wouldn't have your name spoken in the house, and it was all ruined for a while." She reaches backwards, turns away from him, takes something from the basket she has with her. "After we lost the twins, well, Mum & Dad sort of lost hope, and while they were hurt about you, I think, well, I think they were secretly proud of how high you climbed."
"I understood though," she said, pulling the plant from it's pot, "you wanted to return to us in triumph - a rich Weasley. I saw how happy you were when Dad won that money. I knew it wasn't all for glory. But," she pats the earth down around the newly planted rose, "you shouldn't have got involved in the fighting, Silly Perce," she said affectionately, as she stood from the grave and brushed the earth from her knees. "But I was proud of you then. Prouder than you being assistant Minister." She blew a kiss at the little line of five graves, and walked back up the path, "See you next year," she whispered.
Hermione/Parvati - Racy notes intercepted
Hermione, who had become quieter and more thoughtful in her seventh year, had found the letters in Grimmauld Place, under a squeaky floorboard.
"Dear Myrtle, Read this, and if you don't feel the same when you've read it, then please burn this. I brushed so close to you last night when we were hanging our cloaks up after our walk and I wanted.. I know it sounds mad, I wanted to kiss you.
I'm sorry, but I had to tell you.
Estelle"
"Dear Myrtle. I can't tell you how happy I was when I saw your writing on the note. Thank you for reading, and writing back! When you said that you had had such confusing feelings too I knew just how you meant, but it's so nice to have a friend to confide in, isn't it?
Yours,
Estelle."
"My dearest Myrtle. YES. YES! Tonight.
Yours. Yours Estelle"
"Darling Myrtle,
Your skin! Your lips! You taste like blackberries and sin and your flesh is the cream of the gods. I can't stand another cold walk my darling - meet me tonight in the toilets instead? I have a gift for you.
Yours and yours alone.
Estelle."
Hermione looked at the date on the letter and swallowed, hardly able to believe what she had been reading at first, but then, if this was true, it certainly explained a lot about Mrs Black.
It gave her hope, so that night she sat and wrote,
"Dear Parvati, Read this, and if you don't feel the same way...."
Ron/Draco - The best mistake
Serendipity, they called it. A happy mistake. Like that bloke they'd read about in Muggle studies. Wanted to invent the best glue ever, and had invented the naffest glue in history, that was ever peelable, so he'd stuck it to things called "post notes" and had made a fortune.
Serendipity. Slipping in the Quidditch Shower and falling head first and only saving yourself from braining yourself against the tiled floor by catching Malfoy around the waist and yanking his towel off. Then blinking as the towel.. caught.. on a ... towel rail. Looking up and expecting Draco to be furious but to find that he was grinning with that infuriating silver smile, pleased that you were looking at his cock with admiration.
Well, who could help it. It was a very nice cock.
Such a mistake to smile back. Huge mistake to blink. And taking that cock in your mouth? Well, that was the best mistake of all.
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CHANGES
James/Remus - Change of Pace (gen)
"You're quiet." Remus looked sideways at his friend.
James didn't answer, simply shrugged his shoulders, pushing his glasses up his nose.
"You haven't told him?"
The young man looked up, owlishly, and his eyes were pleading.
Remus closed his eyes; shutting out the mute appeal, I'm a different person - I'm a harder person - I can say No. I'm not always the nice one. He's an adult - he can do his own dirty work....
But it was too late; It was like it always was. Whenever any of them had something too hard to do, and Remus would step in and manage it. It had been too many years of habit for Remus to break stride now. They both knew it.
"I don't know how I'm going to tell him," Remus said, pointlessly, he knew he's get no help from James. "It's not as if I can suddenly say you've had a Damascene moment - that you DON'T play for both teams any more."
"Just say.. I needed a change of pace."
Remus didn't smile, even though James was giving him that lop sided grin that he got around everyone with, he was imagining three large animals thundering through snowy woods. Things were getting too crowded. Too fast.
Maybe they all needed a change of pace.
James/Lily - Change of Plans (gen)
The girl toyed with her honeycomb-beetle ice-cream and the young man sat and drummed the counter with his fingertips. Mr Fortescue was no seer but he could predict a nascent argument and he stayed away from the couple who seemed to be sitting on the edge of a blowout. When they did talk, it didn't seem like they were really talking to each other.
"So you DID see him? How was he?" The girl's voice was waspish and Fortescue could see the boy's eyes roll in his head, even if she didn't.
"No. I didn't."
The girl sighed exasperatedly. "You did promise, James." Fortescue recognised the tone. Mrs Fortescue had been the same way. What started as cute determination turned, after 15 years into a rock hard immobility.
"Remus said he would."
This time it was the girl's time to roll her eyes. Fortescue saw a lifetime of disappointments for her, the boy was not her equal in strength.
"I think you owe him more than that." the girl said. And Fortescue wondered what made the boy's face twist in pain and what that look of hopeless sadness was in the girl's bright green eyes.
Regulus/Bellatrix - "We did not change as we grew older; we just became more clearly ourselves."
"Watch him, then, my princess..."
It had not exactly been an order, her Lord was merely allowing her free rein on one of her own suggestions, but the caress that accompanied it, the look of pure darkness which shot straight to her soul made it more a command than if he had burned it into her arm.
She had never been anything more than a true product of her upbringing, cold and haughty, a mantle which suited her, she wore it as an Empress would, shoulders back, head up. It was this ice-demeanour that caused such fear amongst the other, that buoyed her meteoric rise through the ranks. She knew her place, always had. There was no mercy, no women's softness in her belly, or her wand.
And she had seen the chinks in Regulus' armour. Regulus, the little prince, the pretender, who wore his brother's stolen birthright, which was always just too big for him to fill. And he knew it. The older he got, the more unsuitable it became.
Soon, she knew, as she sat at the mousehole of the boy's incompetence - she would have to report him. But not yet. It was far more fun to see him suffer.
SINS
Viktor/Cedric: thou shalt not covet
They say I'm the best Seeker they've seen for an age. They say I fly like an angel, gifted in the sky, a wingéd chariot of talent which makes up for the ungainly figure I make on the ground. I am like an albatross, my home in the sky, awkward and out of place on earth.
But there is another angel in the firmament, one who deserves the name for his hair is a halo of light with the sun behind him, tall and stately, like Gabriel himself, and at home with his wings.
And I know it is disloyal to want him, to follow his movements with my eyes, but I want him as badly as I have wanted any victory. My fingers ache to touch the gold of his hair, to curl around him, as I do the ever pursued flight of my craft. I have been Seeking my whole life - I have found the gold at the end of my flight, but I know I shall never catch it.
Sirius Black/any or none:(all or any of) The Seven Deadly Sins
He chose me, and when he did I was shocked - but proud. I am still proud although that pride which tumbles down behind me is my downfall. I am proud when I am with him, and that pleases him.
I take my fill of him. And am not replete. I could kiss him until my lips bled, suck him dry of seed, spend a lifetime with my mouth on his skin and yet it would not be enough. This pleases him.
I have never wanted a man more. His skin is electricity to which I am stuck and will never escape. His hair, blond satin star-catcher, has meshed my heart. I think I could die in his arms, in my mouth, in his body. This pleases him.
I resent every second he is out of my arms, I cling to every moment, and want more. I praise him for everything he is, and laud him to everyone I know. This pleases him.
He tells no-one about us. He sneers at my life, my friends, my choices. He laughs at my anger and his eyes make mercurial mirth at my wrath. This pleases him.
When he married, he invited me - black - caste sheep in a glittering white wedding, sulking and hidden, my soul leeching so hard I thought it would stop the ceremony. He made me watch and turned to smile at me while his lips sought hers and mine cried out in jealousy. This pleased him.
I could lie in his arms without moving for an eternity, and at the end of that eternity, it would never be enough. I cannot move from his side, for all that they think I am mad. This pleases him.
I am damned. and this pleases him
Lucius/Severus: Gluttony - Foodsmut
Severus has learned to eat. It seems incredible to him now, as he lies on Roman couches in chameleon fake splendour that eating was once something that he did between study. Between lessons. Between beatings. Between life. To Lucius, it was life.
Lucius, who does not know the price of a pint of milk, knows everything there is about the value of food. With a patience that only a Malfoy can display, (the patience of a snake as it sleeps before a hole, waiting for the mouse to appear, driven out by hunger) Lucius has taught Severus about food.
Not just about wine, and the dishes to serve with them ("Never the other way around, Severus," he had said, standing behind him, arms wrapped around him as he taught him which knife went where and why). But about how things were made, which tiny farmer in the Ardennes would create a cheese that would bubble in your mouth, marking the end of a year's labour. Which grape was left on the vine to form dessert wines, and which parts of the world could produce a prosciutto that make your soul sing.
Severus couldn't say his soul had sung for prosciutto, but it had watching Lucius as he explained his passion. Lucius had wooed him with food, and the making of it, seduced him with the life of the bees, toiling to make the heather honey that he will only have in his tea, tempted him with the recipe for sushi and for absinthe, until Severus had understood a world he had taken for granted for too long.
Lucius was putting the world on a plate for Severus - and he took it, gratefully at first, not realising the danger of temptation until he was too far into the addiction to stop.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
MISTAKES
Bill/Remus - Wrong name during sex
And his hair was almost the same texture, and his spine curved just so, and the way his neck fluttered when it was kissed, and if he kept his eyes closed he could almost be sure, almost be sure it was...
But it wasn't but it was good, so good that it kept them both coming back for more. Hands slipping in the sweat soaked sheen and mouths that never quite closed and eyes that never quite opened.
But when they both said "Sirius" when they came, Remus saw Bill as if for the first time, and the self deception they'd founded their relationship upon crumbled into dust and formed the bedrock of a new understanding.
Percy/Ginny - Understanding/Forgiveness (Universal)
"It was all such a long time ago, Percy," Ginny said, her hands busy. Her hair came loose from its bun and grizzled strands fell down either side of her face, "Mum never really understood and Dad wouldn't have your name spoken in the house, and it was all ruined for a while." She reaches backwards, turns away from him, takes something from the basket she has with her. "After we lost the twins, well, Mum & Dad sort of lost hope, and while they were hurt about you, I think, well, I think they were secretly proud of how high you climbed."
"I understood though," she said, pulling the plant from it's pot, "you wanted to return to us in triumph - a rich Weasley. I saw how happy you were when Dad won that money. I knew it wasn't all for glory. But," she pats the earth down around the newly planted rose, "you shouldn't have got involved in the fighting, Silly Perce," she said affectionately, as she stood from the grave and brushed the earth from her knees. "But I was proud of you then. Prouder than you being assistant Minister." She blew a kiss at the little line of five graves, and walked back up the path, "See you next year," she whispered.
Hermione/Parvati - Racy notes intercepted
Hermione, who had become quieter and more thoughtful in her seventh year, had found the letters in Grimmauld Place, under a squeaky floorboard.
"Dear Myrtle, Read this, and if you don't feel the same when you've read it, then please burn this. I brushed so close to you last night when we were hanging our cloaks up after our walk and I wanted.. I know it sounds mad, I wanted to kiss you.
I'm sorry, but I had to tell you.
Estelle"
"Dear Myrtle. I can't tell you how happy I was when I saw your writing on the note. Thank you for reading, and writing back! When you said that you had had such confusing feelings too I knew just how you meant, but it's so nice to have a friend to confide in, isn't it?
Yours,
Estelle."
"My dearest Myrtle. YES. YES! Tonight.
Yours. Yours Estelle"
"Darling Myrtle,
Your skin! Your lips! You taste like blackberries and sin and your flesh is the cream of the gods. I can't stand another cold walk my darling - meet me tonight in the toilets instead? I have a gift for you.
Yours and yours alone.
Estelle."
Hermione looked at the date on the letter and swallowed, hardly able to believe what she had been reading at first, but then, if this was true, it certainly explained a lot about Mrs Black.
It gave her hope, so that night she sat and wrote,
"Dear Parvati, Read this, and if you don't feel the same way...."
Ron/Draco - The best mistake
Serendipity, they called it. A happy mistake. Like that bloke they'd read about in Muggle studies. Wanted to invent the best glue ever, and had invented the naffest glue in history, that was ever peelable, so he'd stuck it to things called "post notes" and had made a fortune.
Serendipity. Slipping in the Quidditch Shower and falling head first and only saving yourself from braining yourself against the tiled floor by catching Malfoy around the waist and yanking his towel off. Then blinking as the towel.. caught.. on a ... towel rail. Looking up and expecting Draco to be furious but to find that he was grinning with that infuriating silver smile, pleased that you were looking at his cock with admiration.
Well, who could help it. It was a very nice cock.
Such a mistake to smile back. Huge mistake to blink. And taking that cock in your mouth? Well, that was the best mistake of all.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
CHANGES
James/Remus - Change of Pace (gen)
"You're quiet." Remus looked sideways at his friend.
James didn't answer, simply shrugged his shoulders, pushing his glasses up his nose.
"You haven't told him?"
The young man looked up, owlishly, and his eyes were pleading.
Remus closed his eyes; shutting out the mute appeal, I'm a different person - I'm a harder person - I can say No. I'm not always the nice one. He's an adult - he can do his own dirty work....
But it was too late; It was like it always was. Whenever any of them had something too hard to do, and Remus would step in and manage it. It had been too many years of habit for Remus to break stride now. They both knew it.
"I don't know how I'm going to tell him," Remus said, pointlessly, he knew he's get no help from James. "It's not as if I can suddenly say you've had a Damascene moment - that you DON'T play for both teams any more."
"Just say.. I needed a change of pace."
Remus didn't smile, even though James was giving him that lop sided grin that he got around everyone with, he was imagining three large animals thundering through snowy woods. Things were getting too crowded. Too fast.
Maybe they all needed a change of pace.
James/Lily - Change of Plans (gen)
The girl toyed with her honeycomb-beetle ice-cream and the young man sat and drummed the counter with his fingertips. Mr Fortescue was no seer but he could predict a nascent argument and he stayed away from the couple who seemed to be sitting on the edge of a blowout. When they did talk, it didn't seem like they were really talking to each other.
"So you DID see him? How was he?" The girl's voice was waspish and Fortescue could see the boy's eyes roll in his head, even if she didn't.
"No. I didn't."
The girl sighed exasperatedly. "You did promise, James." Fortescue recognised the tone. Mrs Fortescue had been the same way. What started as cute determination turned, after 15 years into a rock hard immobility.
"Remus said he would."
This time it was the girl's time to roll her eyes. Fortescue saw a lifetime of disappointments for her, the boy was not her equal in strength.
"I think you owe him more than that." the girl said. And Fortescue wondered what made the boy's face twist in pain and what that look of hopeless sadness was in the girl's bright green eyes.
Regulus/Bellatrix - "We did not change as we grew older; we just became more clearly ourselves."
"Watch him, then, my princess..."
It had not exactly been an order, her Lord was merely allowing her free rein on one of her own suggestions, but the caress that accompanied it, the look of pure darkness which shot straight to her soul made it more a command than if he had burned it into her arm.
She had never been anything more than a true product of her upbringing, cold and haughty, a mantle which suited her, she wore it as an Empress would, shoulders back, head up. It was this ice-demeanour that caused such fear amongst the other, that buoyed her meteoric rise through the ranks. She knew her place, always had. There was no mercy, no women's softness in her belly, or her wand.
And she had seen the chinks in Regulus' armour. Regulus, the little prince, the pretender, who wore his brother's stolen birthright, which was always just too big for him to fill. And he knew it. The older he got, the more unsuitable it became.
Soon, she knew, as she sat at the mousehole of the boy's incompetence - she would have to report him. But not yet. It was far more fun to see him suffer.