Angela Snape's Asylum

Snarry Drabble: Rug Burns

Sat, 21 Nov 2009 05:09:04 GMT

Title Rug Burns
Word Count 100
Rating R
A/N written for alisanne, who correctly guessed my entry into fall_fantasia

The fire crackled and warmed Harry's naked back and buttocks. He nuzzled the crease of Severus' upper thigh from hipbone to the nest of dark curls at the base of his prick.

Severus threaded long fingers into Harry's unruly hair.

"Patience," said Harry before he licked a stripe up the vein that pulsed on the underside of Severus' cock. He kissed the tip and darted his tongue along the slit.

Severus moaned, a sound that made heat coil in Harry's belly.

Harry licked and sucked Severus to orgasm, and didn't notice the rug burns on his knees until much later.

Meme Questions & Answers

Thu, 19 Nov 2009 21:12:28 GMT

Instructions:

Leave me a comment saying "Resistance is Futile."

• I'll respond by asking you five questions so I can satisfy my curiosity

• Update your journal with the answers to the questions

• Include this explanation in the post and offer to ask other people questions.

unbroken_halo asked me these questions:

1.) If there is one place in the world you could visit, where would you go and why?

I'd love to go to India... my hubby is from there, and it would be great to see where he was born and meet more of his family. I'd love to see the Taj Mahal, and the beaches in Goa, and put locations & faces to the stories he's told about his last trip there.

2.) Why Neville?

Why not Neville! Neville's character developed so much over the course of the books. I like that he actually grew as a character (not that you see it in the movies as much) and he's a science geek that allows me to write science-geeky stories about his weird grey plant.

3.) Are the Northern Lights visible from where you are?

No. We are way too close to the big bad city for that, but... my first job took me to Northern Ontario (W.T.F.U.N.), and the Northern Lights were right overhead... like shining green curtains of light that went right over my house. It was very cool, and one of my favourite memories of that time. A little closer to home, when we go camping, or visit friends in less-populated areas than the GTA, we can see the Northern Lights, but off in the distance, not overhead.

4.) Is there a secret tattoo or piercing on you that no one else knows about?

Nope. I've thought about a tattoo, but haven't thought of a graphic that I'd want permanently on my body. I have had henna tattoos (mehndi, especially before my wedding). The only piercings are on my ears - 2 on the left, 1 on the right.

5.) Coffee or milk with a doughnut?

Usually coffee, but I remember when my parents used to take us for a doughnut, my brother & I would get chocolate milk, which was a treat.

Meme

Wed, 18 Nov 2009 00:33:12 GMT

as seen at drachenmina's...

Get Your Sexy Name

fall_fantasia story... The Deluxe Tour

Tue, 17 Nov 2009 03:17:31 GMT

Now that the reveals are up... thank you to eeyore9990 who wrote A Series of Unfortunate Misunderstandings, a lovely first time Charlie/Draco with a side of Bill/Neville, and a very cheeky Minerva.

My story, for lilyseyes, is below.

Title: The Deluxe Tour
Author: angela_snape
Recipient: lilyseyes
Pairing: Draco Malfoy/Charlie Weasley
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: ~2300
Summary: Draco Malfoy goes to Romania to learn about dragon-induced injuries, but gets distracted by a certain dragon handler along the way.
Disclaimer: The characters contained herein are not mine. No money is being made from this fiction, which is presented for entertainment purposes only.
Highlight for Warnings: *semi-public sex, oral sex, rimming, anal sex*
AN: Thank you very much to my beta, leela_cat, who greatly improved this story. Any further mistakes are mine alone.

The Deluxe Tour

The roar of the dragons seemed to come from everywhere at once. Draco Malfoy looked up at the sky, following the flight of the Romanian Longhorns’ mating dance. Their golden horns glittered in the sunlight, and the sleek green scales covering their skin shone, as they flew circles around each other.

“Amazing to watch, isn’t it?” The deep, masculine voice came from behind Draco; he turned to see a stocky, redheaded man standing behind him. “I’m Charlie Weasley,” the man said, offering his hand in greeting.

“A Weasley? Too bad. He looks like he’d be a brilliant shag,” thought Draco.

“I’m Draco Malfoy,” responded Draco politely, before he clasped Charlie’s hand. A frisson of heat warmed Draco’s palm, which he rubbed with his thumb when Charlie released his grip. Charlie’s brown eyes flashed with something that suggested he’d felt – whatever it was – too.

Charlie cleared his throat before he asked, “Are you our latest apprentice, Draco?”

“No, I’m on a rotation from St Mungo’s as part of my residency in the Healer Training Programme,” replied Draco. “I plan to specialize in Creature Induced Injuries.”

“Well, then,” said Charlie with a sweep of his arm. “Allow me to conduct you on the grand tour. Bogdan will take your bags to the dormitory.”

Draco gave his bags to the slim, black-haired man Charlie had called over, and then followed Charlie towards what looked like a very large barn – a first for any Malfoy, to be sure, but at that moment Draco was willing to follow Charlie anywhere.

____________

Holding the heavy, wooden door open, Charlie allowed Draco to enter the dining hall ahead of him. As Draco passed, Charlie caught a whiff of his scent – a spicy aftershave with underlying hints of musk. Desire coiled in Charlie’s belly, and blood began to fill his cock. Charlie shook his head, in an effort to put those feelings away – now was neither the time nor the place for such things.

The dining hall at the dragon reserve was a big, open space that always reminded Charlie of Hogwarts’ Great Hall. Long tables lined with benches ran the length of the room, and where the staff table might have been, there was a serving table laden with crusty loaves of bread, cauldrons of hearty stew, and an array of tempting sweets.

Charlie led Draco towards the food table and passed him a plate. “Eat your fill. You’ll need the energy for the next part of the tour.”

Draco sliced off a thick portion of bread, and ladled out a generous helping of beef stew. He waited while Charlie filled his own plate and then followed Charlie to an empty bench. Charlie slid into the seat beside Draco, and for a few minutes, they ate in silence. Occasionally, they would bump elbows, or Draco’s thigh would inadvertently – Charlie thought – rest against Charlie’s.

“So, what’s on the next part of the tour?” asked Draco as he mopped up the gravy from his plate with his last crust of bread. “Just wondering if I should go back for seconds or skip right to pudding.”

“That depends,” responded Charlie. “How good are you on a broomstick?”

Draco’s grey eyes darkened and his cheeks flushed a becoming pink. Charlie chuckled quietly as he decided to give Draco the deluxe tour.

____________

Draco raced after Charlie, the wind whipping his hair and his robes flying out behind him. If he’d thought the view of the Carpathian Mountains spectacular from the ground, it was indescribable when viewed from a broom. The blue sky seemed to stretch forever, unmarred by clouds as far as the eye could see.

Arcing to the left, Charlie took them around to the far side of the nearest peak. When Draco caught up to him, Charlie was hovering outside the entrance to a cave. Draco was about a metre to Charlie’s left, and for a moment, all he could hear was the sound of their breathing.

“There’s a Hungarian Horntail in there,” said Charlie in a low voice. “The last time I was up here, her eggs were about to hatch. I need to check on them.”

“May I come in, too?” asked Draco, who was trying to keep the hope out of his voice – and failing miserably.

“You wait at the entrance,” replied Charlie, “and I’ll call for you when it's safe for you to join me.”

They glided a short distance into the cave and alighted from their brooms. Charlie handed Draco his broom before heading deeper into the cavern. Charlie’s footsteps, as he entered the main room of the cave, were silent in the near-darkness. Draco carefully propped their brooms against the wall of the cave and leant against it, settling in to wait for Charlie’s signal, even as he wondered at Charlie’s obvious trust. “A Weasley trusting a Malfoy with his broom?” A dragon handler’s broom was a necessary tool of the trade, after all, and if Draco had had any ill intentions towards Charlie, he could easily sabotage it.

Draco didn’t have to wait for long before Charlie’s Patronus – a wolverine – came to get him. When Draco’s boots tapped against the stone floor, he cast a quick Silencio to quiet them.

He gasped as he entered the dragon’s lair – the Horntail was curled around her brood: three small dragons each about the size of a Kneazle lay intertwined at her belly. They were surrounded by the light that streamed from a hole high in the roof of the cave.

Motioning to Draco to come stand beside him, Charlie whispered, “The hatchlings appear to be doing well. My diagnostic spell showed no health concerns.”

“How old are they?” asked Draco, fascinated by what he saw.

“From their size, I’d say they were hatched shortly after my last visit,” said Charlie. “So, about a week old.”

“They’re beautiful,” observed Draco – mentally, he added, “You’re beautiful, too.”

Charlie’s expression changed – a brief flicker of something that made Draco wonder if he’d said that last comment aloud. The moment passed, and Charlie headed back to the mouth of the cave. Draco followed, matching him silent footstep for silent footstep.

____________

“The dormitories are over there,” Charlie pointed at a squat, stone building off by itself at the base of a hill. “I’ll show you up to the guest room so you can get cleaned up a bit before dinner.”

They chatted easily about dragons and the kinds of wounds they inflicted on their handlers as they crossed the grass between the broom shed and the dormitory. The guest room was up a narrow flight of stairs and consisted of a narrow bed and a washbasin atop a small chest of drawers.

“Er,” began Draco. “I’d really love a shower, if that’s possible.”

“Of course,” said Charlie with a grin. “Follow me.”

Draco pulled a change of clothing and his shaving kit from his trunk, and hurried down the corridor after Charlie.

The bathroom had toilets in private stalls, but the showers were in a large common space at the far end. Clean towels were stacked on a bamboo rack beside a laundry hamper that presumably was used for soiled ones. The only thing separating the showers from the rest of the bathroom was a canvas curtain at the doorway. Draco noted the frayed edges of the fabric as he passed through the doorway.

Charlie stripped off his clothes, dropped them on a bench near the curtain, and stepped under the nearest shower, which had started spraying when he approached the wall. Draco gulped a little at the sight of the firm globes of Charlie’s arse. A dragon tattoo danced over Charlie’s shoulder blades; an Antipodean Opaleye, if the vivid red flame it was projecting over Charlie’s spine was any indication. Charlie Weasley exuded raw power: Draco mentally listed the names of the muscles he was so admiring – Latissimus dorsi, Trapezius, Gluteus maximus – in an attempt to control his arousal.

Charlie’s biceps rippled as he shampooed his hair. A jolt of desire shot through Draco’s abdomen and straight to his cock – it was all he could do not to moan aloud.

“What are you waiting for?” asked Charlie, looking at Draco over his shoulder. The Opaleye flipped its tail at Draco and disappeared from his view – it appeared to be headed towards Charlie’s belly – and Draco restrained himself from trying to catch a glimpse of its destination. “Dinner’s at six o’clock. You’d better hurry if you want to eat.”

Draco tried for a moment not to think about exactly what he’d like to eat, then gave up. He dropped his clothing on top of Charlie’s and stepped under the shower beside him. He filled his palm with shampoo from the dispenser on the wall, and worked it into his hair before spreading the lather over the rest of his body.

Out of the corner of his eye, Draco saw Charlie back away from the shower spray, which stopped as he did so.

“Draco.”

Charlie’s voice was so low Draco questioned whether he’d actually heard the other man speak his name over the sound of the water.

“Draco.”

Turning, facing Charlie, Draco willed himself to look him in the eye and not scan his muscular form for the dragon tattoo – or other, more interesting, things.

“Are you coming?”

“Not yet,” thought Draco as his cheeks flushed. “Er—” Draco stammered, and his blush deepened as he felt his prick stiffen.

Charlie took a step forward and raised his hand, brushing against Draco’s chin. “You missed a spot.”

What Draco missed was the feeling of Charlie’s fingers on his chin as soon as he’d removed them. In that moment, he didn’t care that he was a Malfoy, that Charlie was a Weasley, or about anything other than the fact that he was alone with a gorgeous, naked man whom he desired.

Draco’s breath hitched, and he leant forward to brush Charlie’s lips with his own. Charlie groaned, snaking his hand around the back of Draco’s neck; he nipped and sucked at Draco’s lips, coaxing them open before exploring the depths of Draco’s mouth with his tongue. Charlie tasted like the tea and cakes they’d had for pudding in the dining hall.

“Should we take this somewhere less public?” asked Draco, his voice low under the sound of the shower.

“Everyone else is at dinner,” panted Charlie, grinding his hips into Draco's. “We shouldn’t be disturbed.”

Draco gripped Charlie’s buttocks, and nipped at his lips before kissing a path down Charlie’s body. He sucked on Charlie’s Adam’s apple, and worried each nipple to hard peaks. He dipped his tongue into Charlie’s navel and then sucked the tip of Charlie’s prick into his mouth. Charlie tasted faintly of the soap he’d used moments earlier, with an underlying musky flavour that was purely male. Draco dug his fingers into Charlie’s arse in an effort not to begin pulling at his own weeping cock.

Charlie cupped the back of Draco’s head and threaded his fingers into his hair, tugging at it. The pain helped distract Draco from his aroused state, and he moved one hand to the base of Charlie’s prick. He squeezed gently as he sucked his way to the base and buried his nose in ginger curls. Draco swallowed around his mouthful, pulling another groan from Charlie’s throat.

When Charlie started to pull away, Draco whined and tightened his grip on Charlie’s arse, hollowing his cheeks as he continued to suck Charlie’s sizeable cock.

“Gonna fuck you now,” Charlie ground out, pushing a little on Draco’s shoulders; Draco relaxed his mouth, and sat back on his haunches.

Draco’s voice was hoarse as he looked up at Charlie and said, “Gods, yes.”

“Come here,” said Charlie as he dragged Draco up for another desperate kiss before turning Draco towards the tiles.

Draco leant on his forearms; the tile was cool against his skin even as the hot water streamed down over him. He gasped when he felt Charlie’s calloused hands spreading his arse cheeks, and nearly jumped out of his skin when he felt Charlie’s tongue lapping at his puckered hole. The tingle of a preparatory spell was all the warning Draco had before he felt the blunt head of Charlie’s cock at his entrance.

Wanting, needing, unwilling to wait, Draco pressed backwards and urged, “Now, Charlie!”

One snap of Charlie’s hips and he was fully seated in Draco’s arse. He pulled back until just the head of his cock was still inside Draco, then thrust deep inside, over and over until Draco saw stars. Draco gripped his own prick, pulling in time with Charlie’s rhythm until he was spurting white ropes of seed over the tiles. Moments later, Charlie shuddered behind him and collapsed on Draco’s back.

For a moment, neither of them moved; Charlie remained draped across Draco’s back while Draco panted against the cool, wet tiles. At some point, the water had shut itself off, but Draco could not remember it doing so. Charlie’s now-flaccid cock slipped out from Draco’s channel, and they slowly shifted positions, facing each other as they leant together against the smooth wall.

“That was…”

Charlie’s stomach growled, reminding them that they had skipped dinner. Charlie grabbed a couple of towels, and tossed one to Draco. “Dry off, and we’ll get some food. I have a feeling we’ll be needing the calories later.”

____________

Charlie watched as the slim form of Draco Malfoy vanished before his eyes. The Trainee Healer had finished his month-long rotation at the dragon reserve, and was returning to St. Mungo’s via the wizarding train from Bucharest.

The Romanian Longhorns roared no more – the mating season had finished for another year. But by the next time they flew in their mating dance, Draco’s residency would be complete, and Charlie was certain he could be convinced to return. He’d had to leave before the end of Charlie’s tour, after all.

Holiday Drabbles & fall_fantasia!

Thu, 12 Nov 2009 23:24:50 GMT

AARGH! I've been so busy, with work stuff, and trying to write, and woodbadge trainings... I haven't posted or anything in ages.

A couple of things:

If you're interested in a holiday drabble, comment here with a pairing/prompt and I'll see what my muse gets up to. Leave your address (comments will be screened) and I'll print it out & send it to you in addition to actually posting them here.

fall_fantasia has finished posting. The master list goes up next week... if you can guess my contribution, I'll write you a drabble. You should check out the stories... I've read most of them, and have enjoyed them all.

Fic for ME!

Tue, 03 Nov 2009 02:35:08 GMT

In case you're not following fall_fantasia ... and if you aren't, then you should be ... there's a lovely Charlie/Draco story that has a healthy side of Bill/Neville that posted today, and it's all mine:

A Series of Unfortunate Misunderstandings

It is a lovely first time story, with Charlie's impulsiveness and a tendency to jump to conclusions leading down a lovely, if incorrect, garden path. Go, read it, and give the mystery author some love!

Happy Hallowe'en!

Sat, 31 Oct 2009 22:50:27 GMT

You Should Give Out Milk Chocolate

You are a very modest and unassuming person. You don't pretend to be someone you're not.

Like a milk chocolate bar, you're perfect the way you are. You don't need any flash.

You are comforting and steady. People know what they can expect from you, and they appreciate your strengths.

While some trendy types may leave you underrated for a while, people always come back to you in the end.

What Treat Should You Give Out For Halloween?

Blogthings: We're Not Shrinks, But We Play Them On the Internet

neville100 Drabble: A Bit More Time

Tue, 20 Oct 2009 01:45:32 GMT

Title: A Bit More Time
Author: angela_snape
Pairing: Bill/Neville
Word Count: 100
Rating: PG
Prompt: dream
Disclaimer: Belongs to JKR, not me. Just for fun.

Neville rolled over in his sleep, moaning, “No, no!”

Bill placed a warm hand on Neville’s shoulder, shaking him gently awake. “Shhh, love,” he murmured. “You’re safe, you’re with me. It was just a bad dream.”

Neville’s eyes opened, the pupils widening in the dim light of their bedroom. “It was that damned snake again.”

“I know,” soothed Bill. He pulled his husband close, and tucked Neville’s head under his chin.

“Why won’t they just leave me be?” Neville whispered.

Bill brushed the fringe off of Neville’s forehead. “They will, love,” he whispered. “You just need a bit more time.”

If you like Charlie/Kingsley...

Sun, 18 Oct 2009 14:26:00 GMT

... then go on over to torino10154's and check out the drabble she wrote me!

Harmonious

It was a lovely drabble to wake up to.

Five Words Meme

Wed, 14 Oct 2009 01:16:42 GMT

Works like this: Reply to this meme by yelling "Words!" and I will give you five words that remind me of you. Then post them in your IJ and explain what they mean to you.

snapesgirl_62 gave me: Ontario, Charlie Weasley, Tea, Thunderstorms, M*A*S*H

Ontario - my current home and native land... though I was born one province to the east. Home to Niagara Falls, the Stratford Festival, and some great wineries. Toronto can be fun, Ottawa too. Been far north - my first job was at a fly-in only reserve north of Sioux Lookout. Some great camping spots - and canoeing in Algonquin Park is just fantastic. I hear the fall colour up there is just fantastic right now... here, in the GTA, it's still a mix of green & other colours.
Charlie Weasley - one of my favourite characters to write because we don't know lots about him. That means, I get to make stuff up about him. I don't see him as the raunchy/slutty sex fiend that many fandom writers portray him as - to me, he's more of a loner who loves his dragons & is wiling to give up a permanent relationship for his beasts. I love writing him with tattoos, especially magical, animated tattoos. Pairing-wise, I like Charlie with Neville or Draco, and absolutely love him with Kingsley.
Tea - while I enjoy my coffee, especially in the morning, I tend to prefer the taste of tea. Earl Grey is my favourite, black with a bit of sugar. At work, I keep a tin of green tea with mint for the afternoon, and enjoy herbal 'teas' too. Tea is easy, especially for camping - coffee at camp is an art I haven't mastered. (Instant doesn't count.)
Thunderstorms - when I was a little girl (gee, I've always wanted to start a story like that!) my Dad & I would stand out on the front porch and watch the lightning during a thunderstorm. When my daughter was about a year & a half old, we were staying in a cabin with several friends in Tobermory, ON when a gigantic storm hit us & stayed for what seemed like the whole afternoon. We all stood on the back porch watching the lightning over Georgian Bay.
M*A*S*H - my first fandom, at least, the first show I could watch over & over and have completely memorized, even now. I have all of them on DVD. Didn't know about slash or fanfiction at the time, but have since discovered M*A*S*H slash and enjoy reading Hawkeye/Trapper. BJ is as straight as can be, in my books. Love how Margaret's character developed over the course of the series - she grew a lot over the years, and loved her nurses, as surly as she was with them sometimes.

Happy Thanksgiving!

Mon, 12 Oct 2009 15:15:05 GMT

To all my fellow Canucks, I hope you've had a great weekend of turkey & trimmings, with family & friends.

neville100 Drabbles: Just Desserts

Sat, 10 Oct 2009 01:13:18 GMT

Title: Just Desserts
Author: angela_snape
Pairing: Bill/Neville
Word Count: 100 x 2
Rating: NC-17
Prompt: dessert
A/N: A bit late… the first one came quickly, the second, not so much.
Disclaimer: Belongs to JKR, not me. Just for fun.

Neville dipped a strawberry into the bowl of molten chocolate, holding it above the bowl for a moment before repeating the charm that allowed it to hover above the counter whilst the chocolate hardened. He repeated the process for the rest of the berries, and then tidied up with a flick of his wand.

Bill appeared at his side; silent in the dragon hide moccasins Charlie had given him for his last birthday. He plucked a berry from the air and popped it into his mouth, groaning with pleasure at the taste.

“Delicious!”

“Those are for tonight’s dessert!” exclaimed Neville.

*~*

A wave of Bill’s wand, and Neville’s channel was slick and loose. Bill aligned his cock with Neville’s entrance, and in one smooth thrust he was completely seated. He pulled out nearly all the way before repeating the motion, over and over, with increasing frequency.

Neville wrapped his legs around Bill’s waist, changing the angle just so and saw stars as Bill struck his prostate with each thrust. Neville groaned with pleasure at the sensation. He threaded his fingers through Bill’s hair, pulling him in for a kiss.

“Dessert… was… delicious…” Bill panted as he shuddered his release. “Just delicious.”

must... write... fic!

Sun, 04 Oct 2009 16:58:35 GMT

I have, um, two weeks to write my fall_fantasia fic... and what I have so far is just over drabble-sized... *sigh*

Then... severus_shorts must command my attention. Luckily for me, they can both be short, which is my specialty - no big, sweeping epics for me.

I have hardly been around IJ these days... if you've written something you think I'd like, please link me to it. I'd have to go back a couple hundred posts to catch up, at this rate.

*back to work*

Teenyfic for dementordelta: Culinary Delights

Sat, 26 Sep 2009 02:28:55 GMT

Title: Culinary Delights
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 260
A/N: Written for dementordelta’s birthday – she asked for Snape/Harry, “Marauder’s Map”.

Culinary Delights

“I solemnly swear I am up to no good.”

The yellowed parchment crackled as Harry unfolded it. The banner that represented Severus showed that he was still in his lab. Good. Harry still had time to finish his surprise.

Harry Banished the Marauder’s Map, and returned his attention to the pot bubbling on the hob. Though they normally took their meals in the Great Hall, today was Severus’ birthday, and Harry wanted to make a special supper. However much he was pants at potions, he was a master in the kitchen, thanks in part to doing all the cooking when he lived at the Dursleys’.

Harry bruised the oregano in his palm before adding it to the simmering pasta sauce, and Summoned another bulb of garlic. Crushing a few cloves beneath the blade of his santuko chef’s knife, he added it to the bowl of softened butter, and set about chopping some parsley into miniscule bits. He mixed the ingredients together with a broad wooden spoon, and spread the garlic butter on several slices of crusty bread before setting a panful in the oven to toast.

As soon as Harry heard the door to their quarters open, he dropped the tortellini into the pot of boiling water and reduced the heat under the sauce. A quick peek into the oven told him the garlic toast was nearly finished, and Harry set a quick timer charm to remind him to remove the pan from the oven before it burnt. He went to greet Severus.

*~*

That night, as Harry licked and sucked Severus towards orgasm, his lover gasped, “Dinner… was… delicious…”

Meme answers...

Wed, 23 Sep 2009 02:37:04 GMT

celandineb asked my top five pairings:
1. Snape/Harry - my intro to slash & still my favourite pairing
2. Bill/Neville
3. Charlie/Kingsley
4. Charlie/Draco
5. Kirk/Bones (she didn't specify HP, and neither did I, so I'm sneaking this one in)

accioslash asked, "Five fics that you shouldn't like (because of the pairings, or the kinks, length, huge amount of SPaG, or whatever) that you really love."

I can't think of any, Accio... will have to ruminate on this one further & get back to you. Sorry!

torino10154 asked, "Five cliche's you love or hate" - I went with those I love
1. Forced bonding
2. Courtship
3. Parselmouth!Harry
4. Harry's not an auror, Quidditch player or professor, but a bookseller, hairdresser, wandmaker or broomstick maker.
5. Neville the Herbology professor

coffee_n_cocoa asked, "Five favorite fics that don't have either Neville or Snape as part of the pairing."
1. Making His Way Home (Charlie/Kingsley) by leela_cat.
2. Silence is Golden (Charlie/Oliver) by nashmaveric
3. Two Men & A Motorbike Series (Kirk/Bones) by inell
4. When a Slytherin's Plan Fails (Draco/Charlie) by lesyeuxverts
5. Auror Sanctioned Orders (Charlie/Kingsley) by alisanne, eeyore9990 and unbroken_halo

Teenyfic: Repeat Customer

Mon, 14 Sep 2009 00:51:52 GMT

Title: Repeat Customer
Rating: PG
Word Count: 250
Author’s Note: Written for lesyeuxverts’s birthday. She prompted me with Snape/Bill, “cursed”.
Disclaimer Not mine – belongs to JKR et. al.

The front door to Venenum creaked on its hinges. Potions Master Severus Snape, proprietor of the establishment, glanced up from his ledger to see who had entered.

“Ah, Mr Weasley,” Severus drawled. “Back from Egypt so soon?”

Bill Weasley shrugged, and responded, “There was no challenge this time. You’ve seen one cursed pharaoh’s tomb, you’ve seen them all, yeah?” His clothes were dusty, as if he’d come directly to the shop after his Portkey had dropped him off.

“Indeed,” said Snape. “What brings you to my shop this time?”

“I need more aconite,” said Bill. “It is nearly time for the full moon.”

“You are not a werewolf, Mr Weasley.” Snape reminded Bill of this on a monthly basis – the conversation went nearly by rote; they’d done it so often.

“Then why do I feel like I need to lock myself up through the full moon?” Bill asked. He crossed the scarred, wooden floor of the apothecary in a few long strides. The sunlight streaming through the front window glinted off his earring.

“Perhaps your symptoms are… psychosomatic,” suggested Snape.

“Psychosomatic?” repeated Bill with a chuckle. He smiled, then, and asked, “How are you, Severus?”

“As well as can be expected,” said Severus. He capped his inkwell, set down his quill beside it before he closed the ledger.

“Shall I make some tea?” Bill asked, even as he headed towards the shop’s back room.

“Tea would be acceptable,” replied Severus. Then, he allowed himself to smile. His lover had returned.

Birthday!

Sun, 13 Sep 2009 17:15:34 GMT

Happy Belated Birthday to dementordelta!!

Hope you had a fabulous day... leave me a prompt & I'll see if I can tempt the muse into drabbling for you.

*hugs*

fall_fantasia 2009...

Mon, 07 Sep 2009 19:24:49 GMT

click to go to fall_fantasia made by unbroken_halo

Posting begins November 1st.

Drabble: Safely Home

Sun, 06 Sep 2009 21:48:50 GMT

Title: Safely Home
Rating: PG
Word Count: 155
Warnings: Highlight to read * pre-slash *
A/N: Written for snarry_fan7, who asked for Bill/Neville, ‘safe’. Sorry it took so long!

Neville Longbottom-Weasley sat at his kitchen table, nervously drumming his fingers on the scarred tabletop. His husband, Bill, was due home from a trip to Afghanistan for Gringott’s. Their last Floo conversation had been interrupted, and Neville hadn’t been able to contact Bill since. A glance at the kitchen clock showed Bill’s hand was stuck somewhere between ‘safe’ and ‘mortal peril’.

Neville stood and began straightening the crockery on the shelf over the sink. It didn’t matter that he’d already done that once that afternoon – the repetitive task calmed him. Just then, the Floo flared, and out tumbled his wayward husband. Neville dropped the teacup he’d been about to move - a millimetre to the left - into the sink.

“You’re home!”

Neville rushed to greet Bill, who dropped his dusty satchel on the stone floor and opened his arms to embrace his husband. The clock chimed softly as Bill’s hand finally moved to ‘safe’.

Five Fannish Things Meme

Sat, 05 Sep 2009 19:14:58 GMT

As seen at torino10154's and other places.

Ask me my fannish Top Five. Any top fives. Doesn't matter what, really! And I will answer them all in a new post.

One per person should suffice. :-)

bbtp_challenge Fic: Under His Robes

Tue, 01 Sep 2009 19:53:11 GMT

Title: Under His Robes
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 946
Warnings: Highlight to read * cross-dressing, bottom!Snape *
A/N: Written for snapesgirl_62, who asked for Snape/Charlie, fetish. Thank you to joanwilder and leela_cat for the quick beta jobs. ☺

Under His Robes

Severus slipped the stocking over his toes, around his heel, and gently tugged it up his calf. When the silken hose had been settled around his thigh, securely attached to the green satin garter belt, he repeated the process with the other leg. Severus shivered, more at the chill dungeon air than the sensation of the hose against his pale skin – though that did add to the effect.

Once both stockings – seams perfectly aligned, naturally – were secured, Severus finished dressing. Layer by layer, button by button, by the time he was dressed in his usual black robes and black boots, nobody would guess at the sheer silk stockings he wore beneath.

A pinch of Floo powder, and Severus arrived at his destination. The Leaky Cauldron was busy for a Wednesday evening; Severus bypassed the patrons at the bar and headed straight upstairs. Room ten was a standing reservation.

Severus whispered the password Charlie had sent, and the door opened with just a touch of his fingers to the knob. The only light in the room came from the fireplace, though it was partly blocked by the stocky body standing in front of it.

Charlie murmured his name when Severus stood behind him, and laid a hand on one broad shoulder. Severus pulled, turning Charlie to face him.

“Did you wear them?” Charlie asked, his voice low and husky in a way that made Severus’ cock stand at attention. “I found them in a little shop in Bucharest.”

Severus nodded, not trusting his voice. Charlie’s arousal was rolling off him in waves, and its effect on Severus was heady.

“Firewhisky?” Charlie offered, even as he poured himself a couple of fingers-worth over ice.

Severus nodded again, and accepted the glass that Charlie levitated to him. He took a sip and set the drink on the mantel with a clink of ice cubes.

“I want to see them,” said Charlie. “I want to see you in them.” Charlie set his own glass, now containing only ice cubes, on the mantel beside Severus’, and took a step towards him. He raised his hand to cup Severus’ cheek; the calluses that were evidence of long hours of hard labour were rough against Severus’ skin. He leant into Charlie’s hand a little, apparently the only encouragement the younger man required. Charlie pulled him in closer, and covered his lips in a searing kiss.

Severus licked at the seam of Charlie’s lips, darting his tongue inside when they opened. Charlie tasted of the firewhisky he’d drunk. Severus moaned and gripped Charlie’s hips, grinding his erection into the shorter man’s stomach. The firm length that pressed into Severus’ thigh coaxed another moan from his lips, and Severus manoeuvred them towards the bed.

Severus began unbuttoning his outer robes, but Charlie batted his fingers away, saying, “Let me.”

Severus lay back as Charlie whispered a spell that removed his clothing – except for the silk stockings and garter belt. “Impatient--” Charlie cut off the rest of Severus’ thought by engulfing his engorged prick to the root. He licked the fat vein on the underside, and swirled his tongue around the spongy head before once more burying his nose in the dark thatch of hair at its base. As he licked and sucked, he caressed Severus’ silk-clad calf, calluses snagging the whisper-thin material.

Too soon, Severus felt his bollocks tighten, and he put a hand on Charlie’s head to stop him. Charlie looked up at him, and then continued to lick and suck until Severus was shuddering his release down Charlie’s throat, Charlie’s name on his lips.

“Accio lubricant,” said Severus, and the brown glass jar he’d tucked into his robes smacked into his palm. He removed the stopper, and liberally coated his fingers with the slippery substance – his own concoction, designed to both soothe and titillate. Severus placed one stocking-clad foot on Charlie’s shoulder, and worked one, then two fingers into his anus, preparing himself to accept Charlie’s considerable girth.

Charlie’s brown eyes flashed as he reached for the jar of lubricant. He scooped up a dollop and coated his prick, which was already leaking copiously at the tip. He placed Severus’ other foot on his shoulder, and tucked a pillow under Severus’ hips.

Severus felt the blunt head of Charlie’s cock at his entrance and shifted his hips slightly, pushing against it. Charlie thrust his hips, just a little, enough to push the head inside. Severus braced his hands against the headboard, pushing, wanting to take Charlie deeper.

“Now,” Severus urged.

Charlie snapped his hips, filling Severus’ channel in a single thrust. Severus clenched his inner muscles, eliciting a groan from Charlie, who pulled out nearly the whole way before thrusting in again; setting a slow rhythm that hit his prostate with each stroke.

Severus shifted, and hooked his silk-clad feet around Charlie’s neck, taking him in even deeper. Charlie grasped Severus’ ankle and pressed a kiss to the sole of Severus’ foot – all without breaking his rhythm.

“Gods… Severus…” panted Charlie. “So… close!”

Charlie’s thrusts became erratic, and Severus saw stars as Charlie’s cock hit his prostate with surprising efficiency. Moments later, he came, spurting his release between them, coating his chest, Charlie’s chest, and the stockings in sticky seed. Charlie soon followed, shuddering and collapsing atop Severus.

Charlie shifted and cast a quick Scourgify on them, before settling in beside Severus on the bed.

“Nice stockings,” said Charlie when his breathing had settled into a more sedate pace.

“I never would have guessed that under all that dragon hide and leather, Charlie Weasley harboured a stocking fetish,” commented Severus.

“Only when you’re wearing them,” replied Charlie. “Only when you’re wearing them.”

bbtp_challenge Drabbles: Stress Relief

Tue, 01 Sep 2009 04:23:17 GMT

Title: Stress Relief
Author: angela_snape
Fandom/Pairing: Harry Potter; Charlie Weasley/Kingsley Shacklebolt
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 100 x 4
Summary: Charlie had a stressful day. Kingsley helps him relax.
Disclaimer: JKR’s, not mine. Just for fun. ☺
Highlight for Warnings: * PWP *
Beta: none

Stress Relief

As hot water sluiced down Kingsley’s body, Charlie rubbed the soapy sponge over every square inch of his skin. Naturally, some inches got a little extra attention.

“I think that’s clean, now, Charlie,” said Kingsley with a smirk.

“I just want to be thorough, Kings,” said Charlie with a wink. “Now, turn around so I can get the rest.”

Charlie started at Kingsley’s feet, soaping his way up his calves and the backs of his thighs. Reaching the firm globes of Kingsley’s arse, Charlie dropped the sponge and proceeded to wash them – and the space between – with only his hands.

*~*

Kingsley’s strong fingers worked the muscles of Charlie’s freckled back. Charlie’s Hungarian Horntail tattoo was playing tag and trying to burn Kingsley’s fingertips. Luckily, ink-based fire, even magical ink-based fire, didn’t actually burn.

“Mmm,” mumbled Charlie into his pillow. “That feels brilliant.”

“Your back is a mess of knots,” said Kingsley.

“Th’ Hebridian Blacks’re brooding—’m working extra-long shifts.”

Kingsley poured a little more of the massage oil into the palm of his hand, warming it before returning to work on Charlie’s lower back. As he massaged, the fragrances of peppermint, lavender and clary sage were released, scenting the room.

*~*

Kingsley dipped a juicy strawberry into the bowl of whipped cream. He extended his hand and offered it to Charlie. A dollop of cream fell just before it reached Charlie’s mouth, and landed on his throat.

Kingsley popped the berry into Charlie’s mouth and set the bowl of berries and cream on the floor beside the bed. He then leant over to lick off the cream, and sucked at Charlie’s Adam’s apple, eliciting a moan from the redhead.

“Mmm,” said Charlie. “The berries are delicious.”

“So are the apples,” replied Kingsley, flashing his teeth before dipping down for another taste.

*~*

“Lubricious.”

The effects of Kingsley’s favourite lubrication spell were immediate – clean, stretched, and well lubricated, Charlie’s channel was more than ready to receive Kingsley’s turgid prick. He felt the head pressing at his hole, and pushed back to ease its entrance. Even as prepared as he was, Charlie felt as if he might split in two; he gasped as Kingsley gripped his hips and pushed in, his bollocks bouncing against Charlie’s flesh.

“You okay?” asked Kingsley, as he kissed Charlie’s shoulder.

“Unnh-hunh,” Charlie mumbled in response.

Kingsley withdrew, and began thrusting at an increasing pace until they both saw stars.

It's almost time...

Tue, 01 Sep 2009 03:37:23 GMT

24 minutes (and counting) to the opening of Bring Back the Porn, 2009 Edition. Woohoo!

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To-Write List

Tue, 01 Sep 2009 02:37:32 GMT

Fests are shiny! I'm going to be a busy girl for the next couple of months:

fall_fantasia , due Oct 19 - not assigned a giftee yet
severus_shorts , due Oct 31 - I have a pairing and a very vague plot bunny for this one
harry_holidays, due Nov 20 - if I am accepted, since I am a returning participant I get the later date
charlieficathon (on LJ), due Jan 1st - I have a giftee, and I think I've been well-matched, so I shouldn't have any trouble writing it.

Damn... how did I manage to sign up for 4 fests?

BBTP!

Mon, 31 Aug 2009 00:48:29 GMT

Ok... been writing for BBTP, and I have a couple of issues.

~~1. I need a beta for a Snape/Charlie piece that's a little under 1000 words.~~ Sorted, thanks!

2. I'd like some suggestions for drabble-able methods of stress relief (for example, I currently have a shared shower and a massage).

If you can help in either case, please comment or drop me an email!