Some Old Fic
I got bored so I felt like sharing a few of the things I've written. First is an untitled little piece of Harry Potter crack I wrote. Here you go:
The three yearmates lookd up at the large words daubed on the wall.
HARY POTTER AND THE HUFFLEPUFF ORGY
"Harry, how could you!" Draco Malfoy cried. "I thought we had something special!"
"I wasn't a participant i swear!" Harry cried in self-defense. "They just wanted somebody to do record it for them!"
"Oh shit, you know about that!? Don't tell Viktor! I'm begging you, please, please, by all that is merciful and good, DO NOT tell Viktor!" Cedric Diggory cried, bowing the knee to Harry and his boyfriend.
Draco looked at Cedric strangely. "Viktor? You mean as in Viktor Krum? What does he have to do with it?"
Cedric blushed darkly.
Suddenly the aforementioned Bulgarian Seeker popped out of nowhere. "Cedric is my bitch." he explained to Harry and Draco. "You bend over for me anytime I vant, don't you, Cedric?" Viktor asked the Hufflepuff.
Cedric nodded.
Viktor led the Hufflepuff off to do naughty things to him, and Harry and Draco decided they wanted to do nbaughty things too and snuck into the Potions classroom to have wild jungle sex on Snape's desk.
And in a cave somewhere, Lord Voldemort cried because the only Death Eater willing to give him head was Wormtail.
THE END MAN!
And, a little bit of vampire romance/angst based on my story Children of the Night called You'll Love Till You Remember. Here 'tis:
Atemu looked down at Kiorae's sleeping face and smiled. If he didn't focus on heir surroundings, on the fact that in this day and age, she would have never let him this close in her waking hours, he could pretend the Kiorae he knew had never left. That the clever, witty, beautlful love of his life, the woman he had planned to make his queen, was sill right beside him, and that if she woke up, she would smile sleepily and snuggle closer for warmth. It wouldn't happen like that of course.
If Kiorae woke now and he was this close, she would put distance beween them. Because she was uncomfortable letting any man so close to her, even if it was her beloved and deeply trusted Tem. Not that he blamed her. After what he'd allowed to happen to her. He reached out to stroke her cheek. She nuzzled into his hand and murmured words in a language long since lost to time.
"Tem...ana bahebek..."
Yes, Atemu thought bitterly. You love me. You trust me unconditionally. But only because you don't remember. You don't remember how cruelly those thieves who transformed us broke you. Nor do you remember how I did nothing to stop it. How there was nothing I could do stop it.
"Yes there was." he hissed, suddenly hating himself. "There was plenty I could have done to stop those bastards from breaking you like they did. I could have fought that harlot off, could have pulled those damn thieves off you, because they weren't really that much bigger than me, were they? I could have spared you all the pain. I should have. Any man worthy of your love would have done his best to spare you from the pain.
"But what did I do? I let my lust cloud my judgement. I let that whore do as she dman well pleased with me. And you saw that. You saw her fucking me, and me getting pleasure from it, and that, more than anything those bandits did to you, broke you. There was always a light behind your eyes, you know, because you were happy and in love. Your light went out that day when you saw me enjoying her body. And I know I'll never see it again. Even this eternity we've both been damned to can never be enough for me to gain your trust enough that the light will come back to your eyes."
A wave of need washed over Atemu then. He scooped Kiorae into his arms and started to plant kiised on her cheeks, her eylids, her lips.
Kiorae woke up in the midst of his show of affection. She cried out in fear and tried to get out of his arms. Kicking, biting, clawing like a tormented animal. Finally, she gave up and went limp in his arms, tears streaminbg down her cheeks. Atemu could have cried himself.
"Kiorae-love, please. Please don't cry. I won't hurt you, you know that." At this point, he felt the now-familiar stinging behind his eyes. "I love you too much to hurt you." He rubbed her back and petted her hair. Anything to get her to stop crying. To stop reminding him how even eternity couldn't fix what he'd done to her heart. "Kiorae, love, please. I would never do to you what they did, I promise you." He wasn't even aware he'd started crying himself.
"Please, please." he sobbed out. "Please. I miss holding you and kissing you. I miss being able to be close to you. Please, let me be close. I'd never hurt you like they did, my sweet, sweet Kiorae. Never."
She looked up. "D-do you promise, Tem?"
"Of course." he kissed the tears away. She flinched at the feel of his lips on her cheek.
He pulled away like he'd been burned. Laid her back down on her side of the bed and tucked her in. "Gods, Kiorae. I'm so sorry. Goodnight." He turned away from her.
'I just miss you more than you could ever know sometimes.'
Well, here you go. Jeez, and I was intending for the vampire thing to be a drabble. Well, nighty night. I must sleep now or I'll get freaked at. TTFN
The three yearmates lookd up at the large words daubed on the wall.
HARY POTTER AND THE HUFFLEPUFF ORGY
"Harry, how could you!" Draco Malfoy cried. "I thought we had something special!"
"I wasn't a participant i swear!" Harry cried in self-defense. "They just wanted somebody to do record it for them!"
"Oh shit, you know about that!? Don't tell Viktor! I'm begging you, please, please, by all that is merciful and good, DO NOT tell Viktor!" Cedric Diggory cried, bowing the knee to Harry and his boyfriend.
Draco looked at Cedric strangely. "Viktor? You mean as in Viktor Krum? What does he have to do with it?"
Cedric blushed darkly.
Suddenly the aforementioned Bulgarian Seeker popped out of nowhere. "Cedric is my bitch." he explained to Harry and Draco. "You bend over for me anytime I vant, don't you, Cedric?" Viktor asked the Hufflepuff.
Cedric nodded.
Viktor led the Hufflepuff off to do naughty things to him, and Harry and Draco decided they wanted to do nbaughty things too and snuck into the Potions classroom to have wild jungle sex on Snape's desk.
And in a cave somewhere, Lord Voldemort cried because the only Death Eater willing to give him head was Wormtail.
THE END MAN!
And, a little bit of vampire romance/angst based on my story Children of the Night called You'll Love Till You Remember. Here 'tis:
Atemu looked down at Kiorae's sleeping face and smiled. If he didn't focus on heir surroundings, on the fact that in this day and age, she would have never let him this close in her waking hours, he could pretend the Kiorae he knew had never left. That the clever, witty, beautlful love of his life, the woman he had planned to make his queen, was sill right beside him, and that if she woke up, she would smile sleepily and snuggle closer for warmth. It wouldn't happen like that of course.
If Kiorae woke now and he was this close, she would put distance beween them. Because she was uncomfortable letting any man so close to her, even if it was her beloved and deeply trusted Tem. Not that he blamed her. After what he'd allowed to happen to her. He reached out to stroke her cheek. She nuzzled into his hand and murmured words in a language long since lost to time.
"Tem...ana bahebek..."
Yes, Atemu thought bitterly. You love me. You trust me unconditionally. But only because you don't remember. You don't remember how cruelly those thieves who transformed us broke you. Nor do you remember how I did nothing to stop it. How there was nothing I could do stop it.
"Yes there was." he hissed, suddenly hating himself. "There was plenty I could have done to stop those bastards from breaking you like they did. I could have fought that harlot off, could have pulled those damn thieves off you, because they weren't really that much bigger than me, were they? I could have spared you all the pain. I should have. Any man worthy of your love would have done his best to spare you from the pain.
"But what did I do? I let my lust cloud my judgement. I let that whore do as she dman well pleased with me. And you saw that. You saw her fucking me, and me getting pleasure from it, and that, more than anything those bandits did to you, broke you. There was always a light behind your eyes, you know, because you were happy and in love. Your light went out that day when you saw me enjoying her body. And I know I'll never see it again. Even this eternity we've both been damned to can never be enough for me to gain your trust enough that the light will come back to your eyes."
A wave of need washed over Atemu then. He scooped Kiorae into his arms and started to plant kiised on her cheeks, her eylids, her lips.
Kiorae woke up in the midst of his show of affection. She cried out in fear and tried to get out of his arms. Kicking, biting, clawing like a tormented animal. Finally, she gave up and went limp in his arms, tears streaminbg down her cheeks. Atemu could have cried himself.
"Kiorae-love, please. Please don't cry. I won't hurt you, you know that." At this point, he felt the now-familiar stinging behind his eyes. "I love you too much to hurt you." He rubbed her back and petted her hair. Anything to get her to stop crying. To stop reminding him how even eternity couldn't fix what he'd done to her heart. "Kiorae, love, please. I would never do to you what they did, I promise you." He wasn't even aware he'd started crying himself.
"Please, please." he sobbed out. "Please. I miss holding you and kissing you. I miss being able to be close to you. Please, let me be close. I'd never hurt you like they did, my sweet, sweet Kiorae. Never."
She looked up. "D-do you promise, Tem?"
"Of course." he kissed the tears away. She flinched at the feel of his lips on her cheek.
He pulled away like he'd been burned. Laid her back down on her side of the bed and tucked her in. "Gods, Kiorae. I'm so sorry. Goodnight." He turned away from her.
'I just miss you more than you could ever know sometimes.'
Well, here you go. Jeez, and I was intending for the vampire thing to be a drabble. Well, nighty night. I must sleep now or I'll get freaked at. TTFN