Hey !
So, here's my new english LJ ! Hope it will turn out better than the last ( well, it really was a piece of crap ). Anyway, I'll re-post all my english fics, even if I'm not totally satisfied with them ( I really need an english beta-reader !! ).
So, here's the first piece of fic. It was inspired by one of
pervy_werewolf challenge : Fisting. I posted it there ( I think ) and on 'Wolfsbane' ( one of the Sycophanthex's archives ).
As for all my fics, I put it under a cut.
Title: How Slytherins always get what they want in the end.
Rating: PG - 13.
Pairing: RL / SS ( my first slash ever!!! )
Kinks: Fisting.
Challenge: # 24 Fisting.
Warning: Humour. Total PWP
Notes: First time I answered a Challenge. Just a little conversation between my two favorite characters.
Disclaimer: The characters are the property of Rowling. The plot, or rather the lack of it, is entirely mine.
"Fist, Severus?"
"Yes, Lupin. Fist."
"As in wrist, hand, fingers..."
"..."
"No need to glare, I only wanted to be sure..."
"..."
"..."
"So?"
"So what?"
"What is your answer?"
"I'm not sure I understand..."
"And which part of: 'I want to put my fist in your arse' do you not understand, Lupin?"
"The part in which you manage to put your fist in my arse!"
"You didn't make such a fuss when it was the question of your cock in my arse ..."
"My cock is hardly as big as your fist!"
"..."
"What was that?"
"I said: 'That's not the point.'"
"Really."
"Yes. The real problem isn't my fist. It's your arse."
"My arse?"
"Indeed."
"And what, pray tell, is the problem with my arse? You've never complained about it before..."
"Your arse is more than fine-"
"So-"
"-but you don't want to share it."
"I beg your pardon?"
"You don't want to share your arse, Lupin. You can't. The alpha thing prevents you from doing so."
"The... alpha... thing?"
"I was refering to your wolvish nature."
"I understood, thank you! I'm not that daft!"
"..."
"Don't. Say. A word."
"... we're digressing from the initial subject, which is: why you can't escape your true nature."
"My 'true nature'..."
"You're an alpha, Remus. You can't fight it. It's not your fault, really."
"Severus ..."
"I don't blame you. It's not as if you could actually choose or make a decision on your own..."
"Oh, really? I'll show you if I can't make my own decisions! Your bedroom. Tonight. I'll bring the lube."
"... As you wish."
~~ Moral of the story: Never get involved in an argument with a Slytherin. They always get what they want in the end. ~~
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The author declines all responsibility regarding the effects the reading of this fic could entail. Thank you.
So, here's the first piece of fic. It was inspired by one of
pervy_werewolf challenge : Fisting. I posted it there ( I think ) and on 'Wolfsbane' ( one of the Sycophanthex's archives ).
As for all my fics, I put it under a cut.
Title: How Slytherins always get what they want in the end.
Rating: PG - 13.
Pairing: RL / SS ( my first slash ever!!! )
Kinks: Fisting.
Challenge: # 24 Fisting.
Warning: Humour. Total PWP
Notes: First time I answered a Challenge. Just a little conversation between my two favorite characters.
Disclaimer: The characters are the property of Rowling. The plot, or rather the lack of it, is entirely mine.
"Fist, Severus?"
"Yes, Lupin. Fist."
"As in wrist, hand, fingers..."
"..."
"No need to glare, I only wanted to be sure..."
"..."
"..."
"So?"
"So what?"
"What is your answer?"
"I'm not sure I understand..."
"And which part of: 'I want to put my fist in your arse' do you not understand, Lupin?"
"The part in which you manage to put your fist in my arse!"
"You didn't make such a fuss when it was the question of your cock in my arse ..."
"My cock is hardly as big as your fist!"
"..."
"What was that?"
"I said: 'That's not the point.'"
"Really."
"Yes. The real problem isn't my fist. It's your arse."
"My arse?"
"Indeed."
"And what, pray tell, is the problem with my arse? You've never complained about it before..."
"Your arse is more than fine-"
"So-"
"-but you don't want to share it."
"I beg your pardon?"
"You don't want to share your arse, Lupin. You can't. The alpha thing prevents you from doing so."
"The... alpha... thing?"
"I was refering to your wolvish nature."
"I understood, thank you! I'm not that daft!"
"..."
"Don't. Say. A word."
"... we're digressing from the initial subject, which is: why you can't escape your true nature."
"My 'true nature'..."
"You're an alpha, Remus. You can't fight it. It's not your fault, really."
"Severus ..."
"I don't blame you. It's not as if you could actually choose or make a decision on your own..."
"Oh, really? I'll show you if I can't make my own decisions! Your bedroom. Tonight. I'll bring the lube."
"... As you wish."
~~ Moral of the story: Never get involved in an argument with a Slytherin. They always get what they want in the end. ~~
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The author declines all responsibility regarding the effects the reading of this fic could entail. Thank you.