3588: The Prince's Pet (Stories of Solitude, Book One) - Hermione and company
- The link of the day is 4 Things to Avoid When Writing Fanfiction.
- Flashback Sue
Day six of strange pet week has pet which is a human. (The summary popped out at me, big time.)
TITLE: The Prince's Pet
PERPETRATOR: Freya Ishtar
SUE-O-METER: Toxic
COVER/BANNER ART: Emma Watson photo shopped so she looks like a sexy slave. (Maybe it's a real photo, but the picture was run through some kind of filter.
SUMMARY:”*AU* Raised in Solitude & gifted to The Crown upon her 18th birthday, Hermione has only ever known the touch of the prince. When the Potters are dethroned, she finds herself on the auction block, where a widowed nobleman thinks she'll make the perfect gift for his son . . . and possibly for himself. (A Dramione/Lumione Adult Fantasy fic)”
FULL NAME: Hermione, Harry, Draco, Lucius, Voldemort, Bellatrix, you name it...
SPECIES: OCs mascarading as canon characters.
HAIR: n/a
EYES: n/a
MARKINGS: n/a
POSSESSIONS: n/a
CONNECTION TO CANON: The summary pretty much says it all, but I'll go on to say that this story isn't fanfic, but original fiction the writer is passing of as fanfiction. The characters are out of character, and they're randomly making out. (I get the fact Hermione is supposed to be a slave in this story, but the question of why comes up. So does the question of why people romanticize female slavery, but a kink is a kink.) This also said, I've no reason to read past the first chapter when the story is just original fiction passed off as fanfic, not actual fanfic.
ORIGIN: The writer decided to write original fiction, but tried to pass it off as an AU. The writer even says in their author's note that “my AU stories tend to veer very far from source material canon.” (My head just hit my keyboard. If your story veers very far away from the source material, then it isn't fanfiction, no matter how good the story is.)
SPECIAL ABILITIES: Not having anything to do with the Harry Potter series except for tossing canon character names around. (Seriously, I got that from the summary alone.)
NOTES: The summary is interesting, and I wouldn't mind picking up the piece if I read the summary in a bookstore. However, this is supposed to be a fanfic, not original fiction. On top of this I can't fathom why the writer is posting an adult fantasy piece to the pit when the site rules clearly say MA content isn't allowed.
SAMPLE:
"You know, Your Highness, you shouldn't be here, right now," Hermione reminded, one eyebrow arched as she prepared herself to launch into a lecture on his lack of responsibility.
Harry held in a laugh-it was difficult to take anything seriously when the woman trying to be serious was currently leaning across him, feeding him a strawberry. He chewed slowly and swallowed, breathing a blissful sigh at the brush of her naked skin against his.
"You should be-"
"I should be in the front hall with the King and Queen, awaiting the triumphant return of our knights."
Hermione pressed her lips together as she sat up. "Actually, I was going to say you are a rather skilled fighter. You should be out in the battlefield with His Majesty's soldiers."
He rolled his eyes, but nodded. "Not like I didn't want to be, but Father wouldn't allow it. The most I could do would be lounge about the front hall with my parents, awaiting their return. I can't do that when I should be out there."
Holding in a sigh, she tried to reroute the discussion, knowing she'd hit a sore spot, though she'd not intended to. Honestly, she was fortunate the prince was so patient with her forwardness and cared so little for formality. "I know it isn't my place to tell you what to do, or when to do it, My Prince-"
"Though you do excel at both," he said with a wink and a lecherous grin.
She laughed in spite of herself as she continued, "But if you're not there, because you're having a romp with your courtesan . . . . Their Majesties might very well send me back in exchange for a girl not so . . . distracting."
He smirked and shifted on the bed, resting his head in her lap. "What makes you think I'd be any different with any other girl as my pet?"
She propped her hands on her hips and curled forward to meet his gaze. "I'd like to think the other girls were a touch more obedient than I. The Mothers couldn't wait to be rid of me."
He tipped his head back, catching one of her nipples between his lips and suckling gently. His arms circled her, hands splayed against the small of her back, holding her to him.
Hermione shivered, her wide chestnut eyes drifting closed. "You are right," she whispered, cupping his chin. She stroked his jaw with her fingertips encouragingly as she added, "Actually, no. You would be worse with them, because they would be too afraid to give you a piece of their minds."
Letting the delicate pink flesh slip from between his lips, he chuckled. "Way I understand it, you're the only one of them with any to mind to spare."
She frowned. She genuinely missed some of the other girls from Solitude. "That's hardly fair. We were all offered the same opportunity to learn, they simply chose not to, because they know what their futures will be. So much of the nobility prefer their pets to be seen, admired, and enjoyed, but not conversed with."
"Lucky you ended up with me, then, aren't you?"
She sank her teeth into her lower lip as she held his gaze, coyly pretending she didn't notice that he was sneaking a hand up one of her thighs. "Well, they heard Your Highness is a bit . . . odd in that respect, but my point is still valid."
He opened his mouth to speak, but she covered his lips with her fingers. There was a strange, terrible sound. She could only liken it to a funeral dirge. The deep, almost discordant notes were just on the edge of her awareness; she knew he'd hear it in a moment.
"Hush, My Prince. Listen."
Sighing, Harry rose up on his elbows and tipped his head to one side. After a few, strained heartbeats, his face fell and the color drained from his cheeks.
- Flashback Sue
Day six of strange pet week has pet which is a human. (The summary popped out at me, big time.)
TITLE: The Prince's Pet
PERPETRATOR: Freya Ishtar
SUE-O-METER: Toxic
COVER/BANNER ART: Emma Watson photo shopped so she looks like a sexy slave. (Maybe it's a real photo, but the picture was run through some kind of filter.
SUMMARY:”*AU* Raised in Solitude & gifted to The Crown upon her 18th birthday, Hermione has only ever known the touch of the prince. When the Potters are dethroned, she finds herself on the auction block, where a widowed nobleman thinks she'll make the perfect gift for his son . . . and possibly for himself. (A Dramione/Lumione Adult Fantasy fic)”
FULL NAME: Hermione, Harry, Draco, Lucius, Voldemort, Bellatrix, you name it...
SPECIES: OCs mascarading as canon characters.
HAIR: n/a
EYES: n/a
MARKINGS: n/a
POSSESSIONS: n/a
CONNECTION TO CANON: The summary pretty much says it all, but I'll go on to say that this story isn't fanfic, but original fiction the writer is passing of as fanfiction. The characters are out of character, and they're randomly making out. (I get the fact Hermione is supposed to be a slave in this story, but the question of why comes up. So does the question of why people romanticize female slavery, but a kink is a kink.) This also said, I've no reason to read past the first chapter when the story is just original fiction passed off as fanfic, not actual fanfic.
ORIGIN: The writer decided to write original fiction, but tried to pass it off as an AU. The writer even says in their author's note that “my AU stories tend to veer very far from source material canon.” (My head just hit my keyboard. If your story veers very far away from the source material, then it isn't fanfiction, no matter how good the story is.)
SPECIAL ABILITIES: Not having anything to do with the Harry Potter series except for tossing canon character names around. (Seriously, I got that from the summary alone.)
NOTES: The summary is interesting, and I wouldn't mind picking up the piece if I read the summary in a bookstore. However, this is supposed to be a fanfic, not original fiction. On top of this I can't fathom why the writer is posting an adult fantasy piece to the pit when the site rules clearly say MA content isn't allowed.
SAMPLE:
"You know, Your Highness, you shouldn't be here, right now," Hermione reminded, one eyebrow arched as she prepared herself to launch into a lecture on his lack of responsibility.
Harry held in a laugh-it was difficult to take anything seriously when the woman trying to be serious was currently leaning across him, feeding him a strawberry. He chewed slowly and swallowed, breathing a blissful sigh at the brush of her naked skin against his.
"You should be-"
"I should be in the front hall with the King and Queen, awaiting the triumphant return of our knights."
Hermione pressed her lips together as she sat up. "Actually, I was going to say you are a rather skilled fighter. You should be out in the battlefield with His Majesty's soldiers."
He rolled his eyes, but nodded. "Not like I didn't want to be, but Father wouldn't allow it. The most I could do would be lounge about the front hall with my parents, awaiting their return. I can't do that when I should be out there."
Holding in a sigh, she tried to reroute the discussion, knowing she'd hit a sore spot, though she'd not intended to. Honestly, she was fortunate the prince was so patient with her forwardness and cared so little for formality. "I know it isn't my place to tell you what to do, or when to do it, My Prince-"
"Though you do excel at both," he said with a wink and a lecherous grin.
She laughed in spite of herself as she continued, "But if you're not there, because you're having a romp with your courtesan . . . . Their Majesties might very well send me back in exchange for a girl not so . . . distracting."
He smirked and shifted on the bed, resting his head in her lap. "What makes you think I'd be any different with any other girl as my pet?"
She propped her hands on her hips and curled forward to meet his gaze. "I'd like to think the other girls were a touch more obedient than I. The Mothers couldn't wait to be rid of me."
He tipped his head back, catching one of her nipples between his lips and suckling gently. His arms circled her, hands splayed against the small of her back, holding her to him.
Hermione shivered, her wide chestnut eyes drifting closed. "You are right," she whispered, cupping his chin. She stroked his jaw with her fingertips encouragingly as she added, "Actually, no. You would be worse with them, because they would be too afraid to give you a piece of their minds."
Letting the delicate pink flesh slip from between his lips, he chuckled. "Way I understand it, you're the only one of them with any to mind to spare."
She frowned. She genuinely missed some of the other girls from Solitude. "That's hardly fair. We were all offered the same opportunity to learn, they simply chose not to, because they know what their futures will be. So much of the nobility prefer their pets to be seen, admired, and enjoyed, but not conversed with."
"Lucky you ended up with me, then, aren't you?"
She sank her teeth into her lower lip as she held his gaze, coyly pretending she didn't notice that he was sneaking a hand up one of her thighs. "Well, they heard Your Highness is a bit . . . odd in that respect, but my point is still valid."
He opened his mouth to speak, but she covered his lips with her fingers. There was a strange, terrible sound. She could only liken it to a funeral dirge. The deep, almost discordant notes were just on the edge of her awareness; she knew he'd hear it in a moment.
"Hush, My Prince. Listen."
Sighing, Harry rose up on his elbows and tipped his head to one side. After a few, strained heartbeats, his face fell and the color drained from his cheeks.