Crack!Fic. My Lord.
Author/Artist: siriusisbest
Granting wish for: tania_sings
Theme: #3 Crack!
Pairing: Filch/Voldemort
Prompt: Voldie likes it dirty and you don't get much dirtier than Argus Filch!
Rating: PG-14
Word count/Medium: 406
Warnings: Spanking and may cause minor brain scaring!
The castle, like the rest of the world these days, was cold, dark, and forbidding.
Just the way Filch liked it!
In the middle of the chilly month of November the Dark Lord paid a visit to the ancient school that was not, he loved to tell himself, his. Filch was scrubbing the stairs that lead to the dungeons when Voldemort strolled into the school whistling a cherry tune as he did.
“My Lord!” Filtch jumped up and ran to the black dressed snake with legs.
“Yes, Yes, what is it?” Voldemort snapped, snapping his fingers as well.
“My Lord, since you now rule this school, I wanted to make an inquiry…or… proposal of a sort, about the children’s discipline.” Filtch grinned evilly.
“Well, on with it!” Voldemort snapped.
“I have chains in my office My Lord! Oiled and all ready to go, back in the day I used to hang those retched children from the ceiling by their thumbs.” Flitch grinned showing every one of his yellow teeth, “I’d like to bring those old days back.”
Voldemort stroked his hairless chin thoughtfully, “Chains mmm?” he looked down at the caretaker, “May I see them?”
“Right this way, My Lord!” Filtch shuffled off to his office excitedly, maybe he’d finally be able to show those little brats!
“Here they are, My Lord!” Filtch beamed pointing to a roll of chains in the corner behind his desk.
Voldemort strolled past wordlessly and picked up the chains, examining them. “I’d like to test them out first, make sure there….an appropriate punishment.
“Of course, who would you like? Bones, the Weasley girl, Lovegoo-“
“You.” Voldemort cut him off smoothly and looked at him with a glint in his slited eyes.
“I-My Lord-“
“Bend over the desk, Argus.” Voldemort said, boredom dripping from his tone.
“Y-yes, My Lord.” Filtch shuffled forward and bent over his desk.
Fitlch flinched as once, twice, three times his arse was hit with the chains, a clinking sound with each strike.
“Stand.” Voldemort said silkly.
Slowly, and wincing, Filtch stood. Voldemort pulled his pants down slightly to see his arse a bright red, he smacked it once making the caretaker yelp, before letting the pants snap back into place.
“Yes, Mr. Flitch, I think these will work nicely.” Voldemort grinned, “I will have to check that they stay effective however. Do you volunteer to play my dirty specimen, squid?”
Flitch grinned, “Of course My Lord.”
Granting wish for: tania_sings
Theme: #3 Crack!
Pairing: Filch/Voldemort
Prompt: Voldie likes it dirty and you don't get much dirtier than Argus Filch!
Rating: PG-14
Word count/Medium: 406
Warnings: Spanking and may cause minor brain scaring!
The castle, like the rest of the world these days, was cold, dark, and forbidding.
Just the way Filch liked it!
In the middle of the chilly month of November the Dark Lord paid a visit to the ancient school that was not, he loved to tell himself, his. Filch was scrubbing the stairs that lead to the dungeons when Voldemort strolled into the school whistling a cherry tune as he did.
“My Lord!” Filtch jumped up and ran to the black dressed snake with legs.
“Yes, Yes, what is it?” Voldemort snapped, snapping his fingers as well.
“My Lord, since you now rule this school, I wanted to make an inquiry…or… proposal of a sort, about the children’s discipline.” Filtch grinned evilly.
“Well, on with it!” Voldemort snapped.
“I have chains in my office My Lord! Oiled and all ready to go, back in the day I used to hang those retched children from the ceiling by their thumbs.” Flitch grinned showing every one of his yellow teeth, “I’d like to bring those old days back.”
Voldemort stroked his hairless chin thoughtfully, “Chains mmm?” he looked down at the caretaker, “May I see them?”
“Right this way, My Lord!” Filtch shuffled off to his office excitedly, maybe he’d finally be able to show those little brats!
“Here they are, My Lord!” Filtch beamed pointing to a roll of chains in the corner behind his desk.
Voldemort strolled past wordlessly and picked up the chains, examining them. “I’d like to test them out first, make sure there….an appropriate punishment.
“Of course, who would you like? Bones, the Weasley girl, Lovegoo-“
“You.” Voldemort cut him off smoothly and looked at him with a glint in his slited eyes.
“I-My Lord-“
“Bend over the desk, Argus.” Voldemort said, boredom dripping from his tone.
“Y-yes, My Lord.” Filtch shuffled forward and bent over his desk.
Fitlch flinched as once, twice, three times his arse was hit with the chains, a clinking sound with each strike.
“Stand.” Voldemort said silkly.
Slowly, and wincing, Filtch stood. Voldemort pulled his pants down slightly to see his arse a bright red, he smacked it once making the caretaker yelp, before letting the pants snap back into place.
“Yes, Mr. Flitch, I think these will work nicely.” Voldemort grinned, “I will have to check that they stay effective however. Do you volunteer to play my dirty specimen, squid?”
Flitch grinned, “Of course My Lord.”