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| Title: Scentillation (Revisited) #16: Iago Pairing: Remus/Sirius, Dementors/Sirius, Remus/? Rating: NC-17 Kink(s): Angst, noncon, bondage, Word Count:Notes: All subtitles and summaries are names and descriptions of perfume oils from Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab and therefore belong to the BPAL powers that be. I'm merely fangirling them with Remus/Sirius pron. And HP belongs to JKR, of course. Click on the ![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif) pervy_werewolf tag of my username for previous entries.Today's Scent Description/Summary: Malevolent, dark and shadowy: sinuous black musk, wet leather and vetiver. Fake Cut Alert!Scentillation (Revisited) #16: Iago"First person to leave feedback gets to choose the BPAL scent as the prompt/inspiration for the next day’s ficlet! Should this not work out, I'll pick a reviewer at my discretion. Thanks to ![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) zevazo for this one. | |
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| Ahahaha. I forgot to post this last night. It's very... squicky, so I was caught up in the fact that someone (namely red_squared) read and commented on it. Title: Scentillation (Revisited): Laudanum [#9] Author: pre_raphaelite1Pairing: Remus/Sirius if you squint Rating: NC-17 Kink(s): bestiality, necrophilia & snuff (of animals), and a hint of watersports Challenge: LMoM 2008 Word Count: 575 Notes: All subtitles and summaries are names and descriptions of perfume oils from Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab and therefore belong to the BPAL powers that be. I'm merely fangirling them with Remus/Sirius pron. And HP belongs to JKR, of course. Click on the pervy_werewolf tag of my username for previous entries.Today's Scent Description/Summary: The essence of the most debauched hunger encapsulated into a perfume. Desire beyond love, anguish beyond sanity. Nutmeg, sassafras, black poppy and myrrh. Fake Cut Alert!Scentillation (Revisited): Laudanum [#9]First person to leave feedback gets to choose the BPAL scent as the prompt/inspiration for the next day’s ficlet! Should this not work out, I'll pick a reviewer at my discretion. Thanks Apologies to dannybailey for this one. | |
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| Be prepared for month-long fic spam! Lusty Month of May, here we come!Title: Scentillation (Revisited): Hymn to Proserpine (#1) Pairing: Remus/Sirius Rating: NC-17 Kink(s): Wanking Notes: All subtitles and summaries are names and descriptions of perfume oils from Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab and therefore belong to the BPAL powers that be. I'm merely fangirling them with Remus/Sirius pron. And HP belongs to JKR, of course. Click on the pervy_werewolf tag of my username for previous entries.Today's Scent Description/Summary: "The darkening amber of faith’s sunset, deepened by the dark fruits of Proserpine." Fake Cut Alert!Scentillation (Revisited): Hymn to Proserpine (#1)First person to leave feedback gets to choose the BPAL scent as the prompt/inspiration for the next day’s ficlet! Should this not work out, I'll pick a reviewer at my discretion. Thanks to marilla82 for this one. | |
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| This is a previous post from daily_deviant that I just found didn't transfer over properly. Title: "No Man is an Island" Author: pre_raphaelite1Characters: Minerva/Sirius Rating: NC-17 Warnings: Needle-play (of a sort), strap-ons, BDSM Themes/kinks chosen: Bell-dancing Word Count: 1500 Summary: He didn't want to need this, to crave what he could find here. ... But he needed to feel, needed to feel this .Author's notes: Smooches to ladyblack88 for the suggestions! Title is courtesy of John Donne.Link to original post at daily_deviant!
"No Man is an Island"( No Man is an Island )Feedback is love! | |
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| Here's something a bit different for me (with a lot owed to LJ's Hex_Files and the players there). This one is right.Title: Skin-bound Heart Pairing: Bill/Charlie, Bill/Fleur, Bill/Mesi(OFC)/Mbizi(OMC) Rating: NC-17 Warnings/Kinks: Incest, Tattooing Summary: Bill talks about his tattoos (and his hair and his cock and his piercing). ( Skin-bound Heart )Feedback is love. | |
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| This is a comment fic I wrote for ships_harry in response to the lovely NWS art Bill likes his meat bloody". And I wrote this while more than half asleep, too. :P Title: "Raw" Pairing: Bill/Draco Rating: NC-17 Warnings: S/M, angst, blood, rough sex Summary: But all he wants is more. More of this. More blood and pain and absolution.( Raw )Feedback is love. | |
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| One of my older fics that didn't transfer right with LJ sec... And oddly? This is DH canon compliant. *wibble* Title: "Touch of Vellum" Author: pre_raphaelite1Pairing: Remus/Sirius (with hints of something more) Rating: R Summary: "Remus stopped touching him on the twelfth of June." ( Touch of Vellum )Feedback is love. | |
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| Title: Scentillation(27): Empyreal Mist Author: pre_raphaelite1Rating: R Pairing: Remus/Sirius Kink(s): Light Bondage Challenge: Lusty Month of May! Word Count: 525 Notes: All subtitles are names of perfume oils from Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab and therefore belong to the BPAL powers that be. And HP belongs to JKR, of course. ( Scentillation(27): Empyreal Mist )Link to Original Pervy Werewolf Post:
Scentillation(27): Empyreal Mist
The next few days' prompts have been already selected (as I am out of town and being tortured by essay grading). First review prompt picking shall resume on Monday! But feedback keeps me porny! This one is for uleah! | |
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| Title: Scentillation(19): I Died for Beauty Author: pre_raphaelite1Rating: R Pairing: Remus/Sirius Kink(s): voyeurism, angst Challenge: Lusty Month of May! Word Count: 550 Notes: All subtitles are names of perfume oils from Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab and therefore belong to the BPAL powers that be. And HP belongs to JKR, of course. ( Scentillation(19): I Died for Beauty )Link to Original Pervy Werewolf Post:
Scentillation(19): I Died for Beauty
First person to leave feedback gets to choose the BPAL scent as the prompt/inspiration for the next day’s ficlet! Should this not work out, I'll pick a reviewer at my discretion. Thanks to carmine_ink for this one. | |
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| So I'm finally getting around to reposting my first lengthy Femslash fic, so I'd appreciate some comments on what you think. Especially since the person it was written for never commented. *growls* God but that is the rudest, most inexcusable thing in a fest. Honestly. Title: "Lacings and Longitude" Rating: NC-17 Pairing(s): Luna/Cho, implied Cedric/Cho Summary: Cho had tried ignoring her. Tried glaring and yelling and raging. But she didn't leave. Instead she did what no one else had dared. She touched her.Warnings: Corsetry, slapping, angst Author's Notes: Originally written for hp_springsmut and posted here. Betaed by marilla82 and written_doodles. ( Lacings and Longitude )Feedback will keep me from crying. | |
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| Title: "On the Wings of Angels" Pairing:James/Regulus, James/Lily Rating: PG Summary: "He could feel it, dank and heavy and filled with a magic that spoke to him, magic that told him of promise but smelled of death." ( On the Wings of Angels ) | |
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| He trailed his hand along the windowsill, the rough surface scraping his fingers with the sharp grating that made him think of muggles shredding cheese, of pruning prickly petunias in Herbology, of fingernails on his back. He set his jaw at the sting, feeling the skin stretch and tear and bleed.
It was real. He wished it weren't, the eternity of darkness and cold emptiness. But when he dragged his fingers over the window of his prison cell, he knew that it was real enough. Every drop of red that fell, the uneven drops of crimson onto rust, reminded him that the pain and loneliness, betrayal and rage were not the ellusive shadows of some nightmare from which he could wake.
He pushed his fingers harder onto the windowsill and pulled them back across, stuttering over splinters and nails and every day that came before. He wondered if he could erase the past by shredding his skin, leaving behind this greying life in bleeding scraps of flesh. He wanted go back, wanted to leave this decaying tomb of wood and stone and magic. But the magic kept him here, more than the solidity of the building. It was that deep pull somewhere inside him, like the need for a cigarette at 2am, puffing smoke at the mocking stars and heavy moon.
He had tried to leave. He knew every stretching path, every moldering brick and festering wound of a door. Others tried it too. Attempted to open the door from the outside, to free him with promises and demands and threats. But the wave of wand and the burning flash of silver always sent them away.
So Remus remained, standing by the window, wrapped in the leather embrace of Sirius' jacket with his endless supply of cigarettes filling the old bedroom with smoke tendrils like ghostly hands. He leaned against the window and exhaled their mingled breath, then once again caressed the carved initials in the wooden sill, annointing Sirius' touch with his blood... and letting Sirius touch him once more.
Just one more time.
Just once more.
Please.
I need one more touch.
Only for an instant.
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| Title: "In the Shadow of All That's Gone" Author: pre_raphaelite1Pairing: Tom/Minerva Rating: PG-13 Length: 200 exactly She clung to herself, skin battered and bruised, injuries that were his but hers. Mottled skin broken by jagged red lines, the writing of her failure. She offered and he took. Then took. And she was gone, lost in the darkness that was his triumph. The cold wind chilled her but never made her numb, no matter how long she waited, how many hours she sat in nauseated memories, hope fading as the cold crept over her. She huddled against the stones, thin cloak clutched half-heartedly around her marked body. He would come back... and she would wait, ready to give herself again. She had no other offering to lay at his feet but herself. Her words weren't enough, as faithful as they were, spells woven through her, promises made and kept. A witch's word is her bond her grandmother's voice spoke in the howl of the wind. But she knew bonds were made of vines and leather and lace, conjured up to hold her body, stretch her body, open it to him, though she willingly gave with open eyes and guileless mind. He would come back... and she would be here, waiting on the precipice between forgiven and forgotten. | |
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