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FIC: Stating the Obvious

Sat, 07 Nov 2009 02:36:29 GMT

Title: Stating the Obvious (written for Week Seven /snarry_ldws on LJ)
Author: joanwilder (RaeWhit)
Pairing: Harry/Snape
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Word Count: 300
Genre/Cliché: Romance
Word: disfavor
Summary: Knowing the truth is important, but hearing the words, priceless.
A/N: ♥ to jadzialove for beta reading. I owe drabbles to accioslash (who clearly has my M.O.), and lemondropseven for correctly guessing my entry! I'm working on 'em.

Stating the Obvious

A 'no-frills' relationship. Solid commitment, fierce loyalty, easy companionship, and a sexual intensity that ten years hadn't diminished a whit.

But no foolish endearments or playing footsies under the table, although Harry cherished the vulnerability in Severus' eyes on the rare occasion when Harry said he loved him.

Harry knew, though.

Severus said it without, well, actually saying it. How he fixed Harry's tea to perfection, held him through nightmares, attended Quidditch matches. The way his eyes radiated warmth from across a room. How he pressed his hand at the small of Harry's back. Cleaning Harry with a warm, wet flannel after sex. These all spoke volumes, in Harry's estimation.

But sometimes Harry couldn't help but tease him.

Severus was reading aloud, Harry entranced by the rich, gravelly voice that wrapped his heart and soul in a cocoon of comfort and well-being.

Severus stopped suddenly and accused, "You're not listening. What're you thinking?"

Harry smiled. "That I love you."

"Ah."

"Ah? The normal thing would be to say it back."

"I know," Severus smiled slightly.

"Don't you love me?"

"I do."

"There. See, you've said it."

Severus disagreed, "No, I answered a question."

"So why not say it?"

"Because love isn't a matter of words, Harry. Because I won't do you the disfavor of letting you manipulate me into saying it."

"Ah yes, Severus Snape, man of scruples."

That night, Severus was almost asleep, as Harry lay and remembered how many variations of this conversation they'd had over the years.

It wasn't important, he thought, as he rolled over and nudged his knee between Severus' thighs, then buried his face in the hair at his neck.

Severus lifted his head, then murmured softly over his shoulder, "I do love you."

Harry felt as if his heart would overflow. "I know."

fin

Week Seven snarry_ldws Drabbles are up!

Mon, 02 Nov 2009 19:30:40 GMT

snarry_ldws

Week Seven drabbles are up! This time the topic is: Romance. The phrase is: 'disfavor, disfavoring, or disfavorable'. We're down to four drabbles this week, and still in the running are alisanne, joanwilder, la_dissonance, and literaryspell.

Go HERE to read and vote. Awww, c'mon, it's ROMANCE this week, and you know you wanna read them!

Like last week, anyone who correctly guesses which is mine will get a drabble of their pairing of choice. It's becoming easier to get a drabble from me, you realize, as the odds are now 1 in 4. (Reply to this entry; comments are screened.)

FIC: 'Freefall' and 'The Conductor'

Sun, 01 Nov 2009 03:48:40 GMT

Title: Freefall (written for Week Six/snarry_ldws on LJ)
Author: joanwilder (RaeWhit)
Pairing: Harry/Snape
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: None
Word Count: 300
Genre/Cliché: Non-magic AU
Word prompt: 'Way to go, Potter'
Summary: There's more than one way to fall, and more than one way to be saved.
A/N: Thanks to jadzialove for beta reading, and congrats to literaryspell for her winning entry this week! Once again, accioslash guessed my entry correctly, so there'll be a Snarry drabble for her this week.

Freefall

My life was in freefall, twisted and directionless, when I first met Severus. Sometimes I wonder how much longer I would've lasted. When would my recklessness and anger, fueled by my wealth, have run out the clock for me?

We were in a mountain climbing group together, the first time he saved my life. He'd cautioned me once, but then was a witness to my arrogance nearly putting an end to me. I can still remember that cold wave of shock and disbelief as my hands tried to grab at the line slipping through my fingers, my crampons useless as I slid at terrifying speed toward the precipice. No chance to even call out, I slipped over the edge, my last desperate thought for the cams that would either hold my weight or wouldn't.

They did, and I hung suspended, breathless and practically paralyzed, twenty feet below the cliff edge. Utterly helpless, all I could do was wait, listening to the sound of someone taking care to secure their own line, before beginning the task of pulling me upward.

When our faces were finally level, Severus scowled, "Way to go, Potter."

Not a very promising beginning, but almost dropping to my death was an epiphany. That night, he lectured me until I shook, then listened quietly as I cried about my life. No judgment, but no sympathy either. Just sober words about personal choice and responsibility. I figured the man must've had some experience with freefall himself, of both the life and climbing sort.

And by the end of it, I not only had a friend, I had a lover. He'd saved me on the cliff a week earlier; then he saved me again when he showed me with gentle hands that I was a man, one worthy of wanting.

fin

This drabble was also written for Week Six's prompts, but I decided to submit 'Freefall' instead.

Title: The Conductor
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Word Count: 300
Summary: Having someone believe in you is a powerful motivator.

The Conductor

As the youngest conductor the philharmonic had seen in over a century, Snape was doomed from the start. We did what we could to make his life miserable: tutting at his awkwardness, sneering at how he wielded his baton, and sullenly following his barks of monosyllabic direction. When he announced a violin concerto for the season opener, we laughed until he fled the podium.

I didn't laugh for long, though, when he appointed me concertmaster. What had he seen in me? Was I talented enough? But in that first rehearsal, I lifted violin to shoulder, then glanced up to meet his eyes. He'd ignored my contempt and had instead heaped burning coals on my head by believing in me. That sort of personal investment, I discovered, didn't just inspire beautiful music, but personal devotion. I suddenly wanted to do my best, to strike notes and deliver a cadenza that would bring tears to his eyes.

Over the weeks, my bow hand became tied to the arch of his eyebrow, the intensity of my vibrato modulated by the temperature of his eyes, the force of my double stops synched to the flick of his wrist as he deftly mastered me like a marionette.

At the first performance, he and I merged to become one mind, one soul, one heart. And when the final chords of the concerto sounded and the lights went up, he pulled me from my seat so we could take a bow together.

"Way to go, Potter," he murmured with a slightly knowing smile, then turned me to face the audience. As the applause crescendoed again, I felt the warmth of his hand rest on my back.

"Way to go, Maestro," I smiled, and at the look in his eyes, I was completely smitten, never to recover again.

fin

FIC REC: L is for Love

Sat, 31 Oct 2009 02:55:55 GMT

Title: L is for Love
Author: Scaranda
Pairing: Snape/Surprise!
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: None
Summary: L is for Love, and Letters, and Lots of other things too. One shot of Halloween fluffy nonsense.

One of the best things about working the Sycophant Hex queues is that I occasionally come across a gem of a fic that I want to share with my f-list. This is a one-shot Snape, and the pairing is only revealed at the end. It's a woman, but the rating is low and there's nothing very specific. It centers around Snape at a Halloween masquerade party, where he becomes enamored of an invitee. What I like about this is Snape's obsession with the unknown woman, revealing a bit of his past, and present associations. Superb writing and characterization. And the reveal and conclusion are delicious.

Week Six Snarry Last Drabble Writer Standing drabbles are up!

Mon, 26 Oct 2009 18:48:55 GMT

snarry_ldws

Week Six drabbles are up! This time the topic is: Non-magic AU. The phrase is: 'Way to go, Potter (or Harry)'. We're down to six drabbles this week, so things are heating up!

Go HERE to read and vote.

Like last week, anyone who correctly guesses which is mine will get a drabble of their pairing of choice. (Reply to this entry; comments are screened.)

FIC: Building Beauty

Sun, 25 Oct 2009 20:09:37 GMT

Title: Building Beauty
Author: joanwilder aka RaeWhit
Pairing: Harry/Severus
Rating: PG
Warnings: This is for accioslash for correctly guessing my drabble in snarry_ldws, so I give you Mpreg!
Word Count: 265
Summary: Both Harry and Snape are building something beautiful.

Building Beauty

They hadn't planned it. Not at all. Harry still wasn't sure which one of them had been the more shocked. But like everything else in their lives, they'd adjusted…were still adjusting.

Harry's was the bigger burden, though, as he dealt with a change in body image. He hadn't missed that over the past several months, Severus looked at him almost strangely. Sometimes it seemed like fascination, but other times, he looked away when Harry caught him at it.. So…Harry worried.

Just that morning, he'd stood staring at himself in the mirror, stopped dead in his tracks as he was about to get dressed. He sensed Severus behind him, then watched their reflections as two strong arms encircled him. Severus laced his fingers together beneath Harry's swollen belly, then gently lifted as he rested his chin on Harry's shoulder. "You look beautiful," was all that Severus had said.

So much for worrying.

When Severus was late for supper, Harry found himself standing in the doorway to his lab, watching him work. Bent in over his task, his hands were sure, his mind focused, even though this was something Severus had never made before. And he was doing it the Muggle way.

Sanded cherry wood spindles, dozens of them, and a regal scrolled headboard that would've been fit for any Slytherin or Gryffindor heir, but this crib would hold a 'Prince', instead.

"It's beautiful," Harry said as he leant against the doorjamb.

Looking up, Severus smiled. "You're building a child with your body; the least I could do is build his bed with my hands."

FIC: Missing

Sat, 24 Oct 2009 04:41:35 GMT

Title: Missing (written for Week Five/snarry_ldws on LJ)
Author: joanwilder (RaeWhit)
Pairing: Harry/Snape
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Genre/Cliché: Angst/Flangst
Word prompt: 'cunning'
Summary: Before Harry can move on with his life, he has to find Severus.
A/N: Thanks to jadzialove for beta reading, and congrats to alisanne for her winning entry this week! Not sure what it means, but no one guessed my entry correctly!

Missing

Harry skidded to a stop in the Entrance Hall, suddenly aware of the entire Weasley family gathered outside the Great Hall.

"I know. I'm late, but…" He bit his lip, then looked beseechingly at Ron. "I can't find Severus. I have to talk—"

"Harry, it's time," Ron said, jerking his head toward the door.

"I know, sorry. But…I'll be right back." Turning, he sprinted through the great doors.

He'd checked the dungeons and kitchens, the Towers and library, Room of Requirement and even the Headmistress' office, but... nothing. Out on the grounds, though, he knew he was right when he saw the strangely motionless limbs of the Willow.

Through the trunk, up the tunnel, and into the Shrieking Shack…

And there sat Severus, crouched in a corner, staring into space. Harry sighed, going down on a knee in front of him. "Severus…"

"I'm a miserable failure," the man murmured. "I've ruined everyone I've ever cared for."'

"That's not true," Harry said quietly.

Severus' eyes drifted up to his. "I abandoned my students when they needed me most; I almost failed you, then lay like a bloody carcass while you went off all alone…." He shook his head in disgust.

Harry's voice was low and insistent. "You gave me what I needed most—the truth. And cunning Slytherin that you are, you made sure you survived. That's hardly a failure." He stood and held out his hand. "Get up. I'm getting married today and you're going to be there."

"You deserve better," Severus told him, brushing off his robes.

Harry tipped up Severus' chin and said emphatically, "Sod what I deserve. You're the one I want. Now, there're fifty guests waiting to hear us say our vows. Unless you've changed your mind…"

Severus' eyes were shimmering, full of wonder. "Never."

Week Five snarry_ldws Drabbles are up!

Mon, 19 Oct 2009 18:12:35 GMT

snarry_ldws

Week Five drabbles are up! This time the topic is: Angst or Flangst (fluff + angst). The phrase is: 'cunning'. There are 8 drabbles to choose from.

Go HERE to read and vote.

Like last week, anyone who correctly guesses which is mine will get a drabble of their pairing of choice. (Reply to this entry; comments are screened.)

I owe a drabble to accioslash from last week. It'll be up in a day or two.

FIC: Contested Memory

Fri, 16 Oct 2009 02:54:33 GMT

Title: Contested Memory (written for Week Four/snarry_ldws on LJ)
Author: joanwilder (RaeWhit)
Pairing: Harry/Snape
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: None
Genre/Cliché: Detention
Word prompt: 'That can't be true.'
Summary: Slytherins tell the truth…eventually.
A/N: Thanks to jadzialove for beta reading, and congrats to literaryspell for her winning entry this week! I owe accioslash a Snarry drabble for correctly guessing my entry.

Contested Memory

Harry knelt before Severus and smoothed his hands along the pale thighs as he gently spread them open. "God, I do love to suck cock." He looked up, smiling impishly. "Remember the first time? In the Ministry cloakroom?"

Severus hissed and arched upward at the feel of Harry's hands. "Oh, I remember. But that wasn't the first time."

"Yes it was."

"Hmmm, no it wasn't. The first time was during your last detention with me, seventh year, after the war."

Harry snorted. "You're confusing me with someone else."

Shaking his head, Severus leant forward. "You'd skived off your last class. I gave you detention and a chance to brew a Purity Potion, which you botched miserably. So you had a choice: a failing mark or sucking me off."

Nodding appreciatively, Harry said, "Great imagination you have. Go on."

Severus smiled wickedly, then murmured, "God, you were beautiful—on your knees, trembling and teary-eyed, lips stretched around my cock. I said, 'Look up, Potter,' and when you did, I held your head and fucked that sinful mouth of yours." Sitting back, he gazed down at Harry. "You did well. A bit of gagging and drooling, but when I said, 'Swallow,' you did."

Harry laughed, bending in to breathe a hot breath over Severus' cock. "Wow, what a fantasy."

"Fantasy?" Severus asked as he tilted up Harry's chin. "Perhaps it was. Or…perhaps it was my superior Obliviation skills, hmmm?"

Harry considered him uncertainly. "That can't be true. I never would have…"

"You did."

Harry sat back slowly on his heels and stared at him. "Severus, you wouldn't have…did you?"

Reaching forward, threading his fingers through Harry's hair, Severus pulled him forward, then pushed his head downward. "Does it matter? You love sucking cock, and I prefer it to be mine. Now, suck."

ART REC: The Tipping Point

Wed, 14 Oct 2009 08:11:03 GMT

Title: The Tipping Point
Artist: undunoops
Pairing: Harry, Snape
Rating: G
Warnings: None
This was tribute art done for djin7 on the pressie comm, as a thank-you gift at the end of the 2009 Mixed Snarry Games.

I like everything this artist does. Have tried, over the years, to pinpoint exactly why. First, she tends to use a single color--charcoal or sepia tones. And her characters aren't the movie ones--they're ruggedly individual, and she tends to focus on a central scene using just two characters, characters that radiate emotion. Some of my favorite Snarry smut is hers, but this one caught me by surprise, because for me, it's the jumping off point for many of my own post-war Snarrys: whether it's really Snarry at this point at all is immaterial. Her title tells it all--that point at which something tips, turns over, changes. You can see that happening in this picture, in Snape's eyes on Harry's face, Harry's eyes on Snape's hands. I've gone back to look at it so many times, and it'll probably end up as my desktop in the very near future.

FIC: Skeleton in the Closet

Tue, 13 Oct 2009 02:42:03 GMT

Title: Skeleton in the Closet
Author: joanwilder aka RaeWhit
Pairing: Snape/Lupin (Marauders Era)
Warnings: None
Word Count: 382
Rating: R
Summary: Sometimes it's the Slytherin who has the courage.

A/N: This was written for bk7brokemybrain for her correct guess of my Week Three Drabble for snarry_ldws. She requested Snupin, and I'm firkin' my Snupin cherry on this one. :)

Skeleton in the Closet

Severus ached. And he hated it.

He ached with want and need and self-disgust.

He wanted Lupin, spent his days thinking of what they did together, counting off the hours before every hurried tryst. He knew they were playing a dangerous game, one that was bound to end badly. Hence his self-disgust, because he never cared that he was the skeleton in Lupin's closet…until it was time to say goodbye.

Lupin pressed their sweaty chests together, then leant back to brush the hair from Severus' face. "So good together," Lupin whispered, covering Severus' mouth to kiss him, and for a moment, they frotted against each other. When Lupin pulled away, Severus still had his eyes closed, his neck craned forward and his mouth hanging open.

The rustle of clothing told Severus that Lupin was pulling on his trousers. He looked down and watched as the boy tied his shoes, then grabbed up his shirt.

"I despise this," Severus murmured as he reached for his own clothes.

Lupin grinned up at him. "I assume you don't mean fucking."

"You know what I mean," Severus scowled.

Finished dressing, Lupin stepped over and swatted Severus' hands away and began to button his shirt for him. "Yes, I do know. But you're a Slytherin and I'm a Gryffindor, so…"

"I don't give a damn what others think. Gryffindor or Slytherin. And neither do you. It's your friends you're worried about."

Lupin wouldn't meet his eyes. "We both have two sides to us, Severus. Ones we have to keep separate." He finished with the shirt, then kissed Severus chastely. "I can live with that if you can."

"As if I have any choice," Severus muttered, stiff and angry, but still needy enough that he kissed Lupin back before the boy turned and headed to leave their hiding place first.

Later that evening, he saw Lupin, Potter and Black at the door to the Great Hall. He didn't even register the insult Black bandied in his direction. No, all he saw was the amusement on Lupin's face, and the faint hint of distress and apology in the amber eyes.

Severus ached again when the realization struck him: Severus might have two sides to him, but Lupin had four. He was a Gryffindor, a werewolf, Severus' lover, and a coward.

Week Four Drabbles are up!

Mon, 12 Oct 2009 02:36:08 GMT

snarry_ldws

Week Four drabbles are up! This time the topic is: Detention. The phrase is: 'that can't be true.' There are 10 drabbles to choose from.

Go HERE to read and vote.

Like last week, anyone who correctly guesses which is mine will get a drabble of their pairing of choice. (Reply to this entry; comments are screened.)

I owe a drabble to bk7brokemybrain from last week. It'll be up in a day or two.

FIC: Double Dare

Fri, 09 Oct 2009 04:25:38 GMT

Title: Double Dare (written for Week Three/snarry_ldws on LJ)
Author: joanwilder (RaeWhit)
Pairing: Harry/Snape
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: None
Genre/Cliché: Humor
Word: madness
Summary: When wizards get bored…
A/N: Thanks to jadzialove for beta reading, and congrats to alisanne for her winning entry this week!

Double Dare

Severus had been in the loo for several minutes. Harry waited for the eruption to come.

"God damn it! Why I agreed to this madness, I'll never know." There was silence, then the voice drifted out again. "I can't believe you…"

"You agreed because it was a dare," Harry called from the bed, then watched as Severus, buck-naked, stood in the doorway, his expression thunderous, but so comical, Harry had to grin.

"What did you use?" Severus asked stonily.

Harry held it up. "Sharpie. Muggle marking pen. Permanent ink."

"Nothing Muggle is permanent," Severus muttered as he stalked for the wardrobe.

Eyes wide, Harry choked out, "Uh, you have…" His gasp made Severus look over his shoulder.

"What?"

Harry gesticulated wildly. "You have…toilet paper…stuck…" he wheezed.

Turning to flex his torso, Severus shot Harry a withering look as he plucked the trail of white paper sticking to his behind. "Perfect. One more humiliation…"

Harry went to stand at the loo mirror, tilting his head to study what Severus had woven into his hair. "I like it," he called out.

Severus snorted.

***

Only Minerva was in the staff room at breakfast when Harry and Severus arrived.

"Minerva," Severus said stiffly, sitting beside her.

Her voice oddly calm, she asked, "Are those…glasses drawn on your face?"

Harry leaned over and answered, "Yeah, a little 'no magic' contest we had last night. See if we could do it without waking each other."

Lips pursed, she pointed to Harry's hair. "Beautiful daisy chain you have there."

Harry fingered the flowers. "Isn't it, though?"

Severus sat and stoically sipped his tea through their gales of laughter.

He turned, murmuring into the hair at Harry's ear, "This had better come off, or you'll have something permanent stuck up your arse."

"Careful, don't crush my daisies."

fin

FIC: Drabbles owed

Tue, 06 Oct 2009 03:14:32 GMT

Two people correctly guessed my drabble in Week Two of snarry_ldws. As promised, here are your reward drabbles! Both are rated G.

For synn, who asked for Snape/Charlie:

First Time

Charlie leant forward and wrapped his arms around Snape. "Intoxicating, isn't it?"

Snape tried to steady his breath and ignore the pounding of his heart. "Mmm, we'll see," he murmured as he turned his head slightly to the side. He felt Charlie's arms around his waist tighten, as the mouth at his ear let out a soft laugh.

"All that power right between your legs, just waiting… Feel it twitching, so hot and pulsating and…"

Unable to restrain the gasp, Snape closed his eyes as he felt Charlie lurch forward behind him. He knew he was about to fall, the heat in his face suddenly gone as he realized what they were about to do. His hands were white-knuckled around the calloused ones clasped in front of him. And suddenly, he wasn't sure he could do this; he couldn't do this….

Too late, as the dragon plunged from the cliff edge, plummeting in a terrifying freefall before spreading its powerful wings and lifting them skyward.

For veridian_dair, who asked for Snarry:

Classics

Severus sniffed as he barely glanced at the CD cover. "The Beedles? Never heard of them."

" No, the Beatles. Famous in the '60's and '70's. Revolutionized rock music, they did."

"Why does their hair look like it was cut with a bowl over it?"

Harry snatched the CD from Severus in disgust. "It's great music. Don't know why I thought you'd appreciate it. These are classics."

Sneering, Severus said, "Classics? I think not. Beethoven and Mozart are classic; Rachmaninoff and Sibelius are classic. How can this group of yours be classic when their music is less than fifty years old?"

"Well, things move faster in the Muggle world," Harry retorted.

"Hmmphf. As evidenced by their pitifully aged wine."

Not about to give in yet, Harry enthused, "There's even an XBOX video game called Beatles Rockband. Very popular. Sold out in most shops."

"Ex-box?" Severus frowned.

Harry laughed. "You've really led a sheltered life, haven't you?"

"Not sheltered enough, clearly, as I'm saddled with you."

Harry sighed in resignation. "I'm just trying to get you to let down your hair a bit."

"Let down my hair?" Severus asked, puzzled. "My hair is down."

Shaking his head, Harry told him, "Truce. Stick with your Rakdiminif…whatever"

"It's Rachmaninoff, idiot." Snape rolled his eyes. "Beedles," he muttered.

Week Three Drabbles are up!

Mon, 05 Oct 2009 19:49:29 GMT

snarry_ldws

Week three drabbles are up! This time the topic is: Humor. The phrase is: 'madness.' There are 12 drabbles to choose from.

Go HERE to read and vote.

Like last week, anyone who correctly guesses which is mine will get a drabble of their pairing of choice. (Reply to this entry; comments are screened.)

I owe drabbles to synn and "veridian_dair from last week. They'll be up in a day or two.

FIC: False Witness

Fri, 02 Oct 2009 05:34:52 GMT

Title: False Witness (written for Week Two/snarry_ldws on LJ)
Author: joanwilder (RaeWhit)
Pairing: Harry/Snape
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Genre/Cliché: Occlumency lessons
Word: Time waits for no man.
Summary: When circumstances change, so must the lesson.
A/N: Thanks to jadzialove for beta reading.

False Witness

"But I don't understand why. I Occlude perfectly; you've seen to that," Harry muttered.

"Which is just one part of Occlumency."

"The only part I'll need."

"Really?" Severus asked. "And if you're captured, hmmm—bound and forced to look at him? How long will your wall of ice hold up?" Severus stared at him. "He'll break you. He'll sift through your memories like sand, and when he finds your most recent ones, what will he see? When he finds us?"

"Oh… god."

"I'm not afraid for myself," Severus said dismissively. "But for you to fail because he finds evidence that your weakness is me? An unacceptable and stupid risk," he spat out, sure of the crushing weight of his words.

Harry was ashen. "All right, you'll have to teach me how. When do you want—"

Severus leant in and grabbed the arms of Harry's chair. "He's coming, Harry—in a month, a year, tomorrow. Time waits for no man; instead of tempting fate, we prepare…now."

Standing, Harry nodded.

Once in Severus' office, they faced each other.

"You're pathetic, Potter. Less than half a wizard," he sneered. "Understandable since your father was a wretched sod who couldn't do better than your slut of a mother. Pissed himself when he died, you know."

Harry considered his wand, but brought up a fist instead, connecting with a crunch to the center of Severus' face. He watched as the man crumpled.

~*~

Severus knelt in front of him. "Don't Occlude. You select the memory." Smoothing Harry's temples with his thumbs, he locked eyes with him, then whispered, "Legilmens."

Shouted words—sod…slut…pissed himself. A blur of motion. Himself sliding down the wall, his nose spurting blood.

Pulling back, Severus kissed Harry gently. "Excellent."

"We'll need more bad ones."

"Tomorrow. Tonight's for the good sort."

Clown Space Station

Fri, 02 Oct 2009 03:37:07 GMT

Ever since I wrote Harry's Pockets for the hd_worldcup, I've sort of relaxed my anti-clown stance, to the point that I can find this funny. And alisanne, you really need to read this too. :)

New Calls for All-Clown Space Station

Highlander Fans!

Thu, 01 Oct 2009 04:43:07 GMT

Hey, Highlander fans, it's time to sign up for the hlh_shortcuts Secret Sant-r Fic exchange! Sign up post is HERE.

Week Two Drabbles are up!

Mon, 28 Sep 2009 20:26:05 GMT

snarry_ldws

Week two drabbles are up! This time the topic is: Occlumency Lessons. The phrase is: 'time waits for no man.' There are 14 drabbles to choose from.

Go HERE to read and vote.

Like last week, anyone who correctly guesses which is mine will get a drabble of their pairing of choice. (Reply to this entry; comments are screened.)

One last chance to revel in the Snarry...and vote!

Sat, 26 Sep 2009 10:11:29 GMT

Fortune Favours the Bold!

Just the weekend until voting in the snarry_games closes! Make your mark!

2009 SNARRY GAMES - Team Snitch vs. Team Cauldron!
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FIC: Back to the Beginning

Fri, 25 Sep 2009 20:15:18 GMT

Title: Back to the Beginning (written for Week One/snarry_ldws on LJ)
Author: joanwilder (RaeWhit)
Pairing: Harry/Snape
Rating: R
Warnings: None
Genre/Cliché: First time
Word: forest
Summary: It made sense to Severus to go back to where it'd all started.
A/N: Thanks to jadzialove for beta reading.

Back to the Beginning

Not a pleasant memory. Drunken Death Eaters, barely wet behind the ears, bragging and boisterous. A flash of lust, some sweat and spit, a grunt of pain, and before he'd known it, Severus had a cock up his arse.

Harry'd told him his own experience hadn't been much better. A wank in a shower, awkwardness and fingers, a few quick thrusts and it'd been over. At least Harry remembered the man's name.

Tonight would be his and Harry's first time. Severus could sense it, smell it and taste it, and he knew Harry could too.

They stood with their arms around each other. Severus knew what Harry would say, but felt he had to ask anyway. He was surprised when Harry asked him first.

"Are you sure?"

Severus murmured, "Do you trust me?"

When he felt the nod against his cheek, Severus held Harry tighter and Apparated.

It was a warm moonlit forest that smelled of summer, redolent of wildflowers.

Harry looked around, his eyes wide. "I know this place—the Forest of Dean." He paused. "Why here?"

"It was the first time I saw you as a man. The first time I wanted you," Severus admitted, his eyes lowered.

"You were here? Watching me?"

Severus relived it in a flash: pale skin beneath the moonlight, muscles twitching in the cold, long sinewy legs poised at the pond's edge. A pounding heart, his breath whitened puffs of condensation as his mouth suddenly went dry.

"Yes."

Harry smiled, stepped back and slowly removed his clothes, making a pile at his side. There he stood, arms dangling, cock bobbing up against his belly.

"I'm waiting," Harry said softly.

Arousal propelled Severus to a similar naked state.

Grinning, Harry turned, then gracelessly leapt into the pond.

With a feral growl, Severus plunged too.

ART REC: Writhe by fanlay

Wed, 23 Sep 2009 00:51:11 GMT

Title: Writhe
Artist: fanlay
Pairing: Snape/Harry
Rating: NC-17, erotic asphyxiation (breathplay prompt}

Pay attention to the rating in my header before you click. This artist knows her way around the human anatomy, and this is one of my favorite kinks.

Art and Fic Recs from the Snarry Games!

Tue, 22 Sep 2009 01:18:53 GMT

Title: A Tempest Brewing
Artist: lizardspots
Team: Snitch
Genre(s): Mentor/Severitus (*Click for the Severitus Challenge*)
Prompt(s): Stormy Weather, The Long Goodbye
Rating/Warnings/Kinks: PG-13

This is Severitus (drum roll, please....) incest! Ah yeah, been waiting for this one, and the artist chose to depict THAT moment--you know the one that I mean, the one where the two of them have it out, because one of them knew and didn't tell the other, and instead let teh Snarry-smut go on. Oh yeah, this is angsty, and it's raining, and they're up on top of the Astronomy Tower, and you hold your breath because Harry's so angry...and then...OH YEAH. This is graphic novel style, done in pencil, and as usual Lizard's characters and detail are beautiful. And that kiss at the end is one of the best ones of the Games!

Title: Rapture
Author: Mia Ugly mia_ugly
Team: Snitch
Genre(s): Time-Travel
Prompt(s): The Long Goodbye, Achilles Heel
Rating/Warnings/Kinks: NC17
Summary: Snape sees the man, for the first time, on his twenty-fifth birthday.

Having read all the fics in the Games (except for three, which I've partially read and skimmed the rest of), I have no qualms about saying this is my favorite story in the Games. Actually, it's the best Snarry I've read in a long while. The author will dismantle you, and then put you back together again. It's an intermittent time travel fic, but never confusing. Harry's determined and desperate, Snape (at 25-34 yrs of age) is emotionally and socially stunted, to the point that you'll cry for him. The sex is real, lays bare both their vulnerabilities, and there are several times in this story that the magnitude of Snape's sacrifice, his unselfish, unwavering integrity will break through and...make you cry again. It ends in present day, fittingly, and there is hope. I'm not saying more, because embarking on this fic is a journey that everyone should experience unspoilt. I read this months ago for the first time, and it's been on my mind ever since. Rereading it, I'm finding I'm doomed to months more of the same. I don't need to tell you about the writing, or the plot subtleties, or the how the author has that ability to make you feel like you're in the very room with her characters. It's what Mia does in each and every one of her stories. So get a cup of {beverage of choice} and settle in for a few hours--you won't be able to stop once you start.\

The last entry of the Games has been posted. Thanks to everyone who followed. There's a week for 'catch-up' reading/viewing, and you can still vote!

Snarry Last Drabble Writer Standing: First drabbles are posted!

Mon, 21 Sep 2009 21:11:01 GMT

snarry_ldws

The sixteen drabbles are up (one of which is mine)! Each one has to be 300 words or less, and the writers are at this point anonymous. You can read them and then make a comment to the post, voting for your most and least favorite drabble (comments are screened so no one can see how you voted). Two writers/week are eliminated for the first six weeks, then one/week for the next four weeks. Voting is open until Wed noon EST.

Please read and vote, and if you comment here and correctly guess which is mine, after the reveals at 3PM Wed, I'll write you a drabble for your pairing of choice.

FIC and ART RECS from the Snarry Games!

Mon, 21 Sep 2009 05:37:14 GMT

Title: Guy Who...?
Artist: morganlefay1958
Team: Snitch
Genre(s): Genderbender, Fusion
Prompt(s): Eat Cake
Rating/Warnings/Kinks: PG13

I have a fondness for art done in pencil and ink, so that's the first thing I'll mention about this. It's a composite entry, based on the artist's own WIP. Harry's a woman (due to a Dark arts curse), who runs a diner where they serve cinnamon buns that Severus loves. There's a cute interaction between the two of them, where it's clear that Severus doesn't like to share (Harry or his buns), then a lovely genderbending explicit scene where Harry's getting his bits groped! Hee!

Title: Tombstone, the Town Too Tough To Die
Author: wook77
Team: Snitch!
Genre(s): Alive and Kicking (EWE)
Prompt(s): Second Impression, Go West
Rating/Warnings/Kinks: PG-13
Summary: Some of the things you find in Tombstone – copper, cowboys, rattlesnakes, sunshine, wooden sidewalks, gunfights, and one Severus Snape (the man too tough to die).

I do love to see fics where Snape and Harry are transplanted into new places, but their canon past is preserved. This is a funny, well-written fic, not very long, in which Harry discovers, lo and behold, that Snape is very alive and well and living in Tombstone. Great dialogue between the two of them; I howled, srsly, howled. Snape is at his snarky, withering best, and Harry's mature enough to give it right back at 'im, and push at the end to give us a very Snarry conclusion. Really enjoyed the writer's style and panache!