phoenixtears

Title: Flashbulbs
Author: phoenixtears
Characters: Harry, Sirius, Dumbledore
Rating: PG-13
Prompt: harry100's "Ending".
Words: 100
Warnings: Grief
A/N: I'm not depressed! ;-)


Flashbulbs go off, as loud as they are bright. Everything is slow – his heart, his steps. There’s no way to shield himself from the public eye, from the inner eye that replays what happened until it is all he sees, until it obliterates the future and obscures the past.

Harry moves through space and time, guided by Dumbledore’s sure hand. A flashbulb goes off just out of sight, striking his peripheral vision pearl-white, like the veil.

In the end, things don’t go black, Harry realizes. Sirius’s death is a blizzard, numbing him cold, blinding him with its mute white, forever.

Title: It's Not Over
Author: phoenixtears
Pairing/Characters: Harry, Snape, Draco, Gen with a hint of Sirius/Harry if you squint.
Rating: PG
Words: 350
Notes: This was supposed to be a drabble for harry100's prompt "Intimidate", but I couldn't keep the word count down nor piece it in exact hundreds. Ah well!
Summary: Harry and Draco duel. Draco gets help from Snape. Harry gets help from beyond the Veil.


( The duel had begun. )

Title: Ribbons
Author: phoenixtears 
Pairing: Sirius/Harry
Rating: NC-17
Words: 250
Prompt by sdk again: "Sirius/Harry -- Ribbons".  Thanks again!
Warnings: Come play, implied underage, godfather/godson
Notes: Written for torino10154 's Porn Sunday.  Thanks, again, for hosting the sexeh!

I draw my wand through it, the pearlescent mess of it.  Make thin circles around his navel, coaxing some into a delicate curl.  I lick him clean and sigh, “Manna,” against his hip, then I take his cock in my hand and start again.

I push an insistent thumb under the crown of him and strokestrokestroke.  His legs are shameless and open right up, begging for me in the deep dark of him, a hand around his little prick and some fingers thrust up inside.

I point my wand at him and whisper, and he feels the invisible bulk yawning him open and then fucking him, nine fat inches of magic.  I watch the small pucker stretch around nothing.  He is “Fullfullfull”, he keens, rocking.  I tease his slit with the wand and he shakes on the spike of it.  He’s on the verge, and he gives me that “Sirius no” that he knows I love, and so I ignore it like I know he loves and tease it out of him anyway.  And it splatters, it arcs, it is soft and strong and it puddles and it flings.  As ever, it delights me.

I start to play with it again.  I write my name across his tensing stomach with it, trailing my wand through the evidence that I own his every orgasm, his every illicit sigh.  The sticky juice of him, refulgent under the candlelight.

Oh, how I rejoice in it!  The ribbons of my boy’s come.

Title: For Another Day
Author: phoenixtears 
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: R
Prompt: 172 -- Soft and 173 -- Hard for harry100 .
Words: 100

finding him rain-drenched,
his sharp chin dripping,
the lamps in the stairwell flicker
and then go out.

harry reaches between his legs,
goes right to the thrust,
the weeping spot,
the waiting docile beast.

getyourhandsoffofme
is not so much believable
when it’s whispered soft
into harry’s ear.

he replaces hand
with cock anyway,
taking Malfoy’s wrists,
holding them to the stone,
and together they grunt in the dark,
two beasts rutting,
the steam of breath soft in the air,
quick hard seconds lost
as the one goes tense
and the other gasps
and the heat goes cold
for another day.

Title: Oral Restitution
Author: phoenixtears
Pairing: McGonagall/Hermione
Rating: PG-13 for suggestiveness
Words: 200
Summary: Rita Skeeter reports on the disgraced Granger's stint in "detention".
Notes: I got this idea from the prompt at harry100, "Witch's Weekly", but there's no Harry in this, so I can't post it there. I'll have to come up with something else evil for them!


Rita Skeeter Reports:
Rigorous, Relevant, Right

It has been determined by Hogwarts insider sources that Miss Hermione Granger has been seen exiting detention every night this week, having spent upwards of two hours with Professor McGonagall, making up for crimes unknown. The usually prim-to-the-point-of-extreme-uninterestingness Granger has never once had any detention with any teacher in the past for any reason, which begs the question of how exactly she has fallen from grace.

Undisclosed sources state that Miss Granger, though suffering hours in the stern-yet-also-uninteresting McGonagall’s office, seems happier than ever, one might even say smug. When approached for further comment, a handsome blond source related that the only negative effect the disgraced Granger seems to suffer is a spectacularly sore jaw, which she can be seen rubbing frequently. Confidential sources confirm that Granger often has difficulty closing her mouth for an hour or more after these strenuous detentions.

One can only speculate at the orations Miss Granger might be forced to recite in these sessions – the oral distress Professor McGonagall is putting this heretofore unremarkable girl through.

Stay tuned for further special reports regarding potential abuses at the Hogwarts School.

This is Rita Skeeter Reporting: Rigorous, Relevant, and always, Right.

Title: Studying Love
Author: phoenixtears 
Pairing: Snape/Harry
Rating: NC-17
225 words
Prompt: bonds/silken/shiver by starcrossedgirl .
Warnings/Enticements: Dub-con/Non-con, Rimming


The bonds wound round his wrists like slow snakes, alive and fulfilling their Master’s intent. It was Severus’s intent to bind Harry. It was Severus’s intent to hold him down until he’d known what it meant to love. He was studying love. He studied it along Harry’s spine, the way his skin shivered, the way he arched, an involuntary, plaintive, soundless cry. He followed love along the tips of Harry’s fingers until they’d all clenched into fists, denying his touch, his eyes closing, denying his own sight. Denying the sight of Severus studying him.

Severus tongued love into the crevice of Harry’s bottom and watched the body buck off the table, into his mouth. He watched Harry attempt to still, to bite his own arm to stop this thing. Severus tasted along the thin, shivering line – into the dark, the silken dark of him – and Harry fought against – and then for – the tongue entering him. Severus tasted love, and his thumbs parted the way more completely. The snakes wound tighter, but it was Harry that hissed, and then he was shaking and it was coming out of him, and Severus kept his tongue shallow inside to feel the shivers. He ran cold hands up Harry’s back, and there was no resistance. Severus decided that’s what love must be: the inability to do anything except surrender.

Harry is sixteen for a lot of Half Blood Prince, right?  When does he turn seventeen?  And what is the age of consent in England??

Um, thank you.  ;-)  :-)

It is a great pity I do not yet have many, many friends, because many, many people need to go read this ficlet a new acquaintance, starcrossedgirl , wrote for my prompt of "Sirius/James or Sirius/Harry: blind, fire whiskey, undone".  I almost fell out meh chair!!  This chick can WRITE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Go.  Read it.  Now.  And stay for the Snarry that actually starts the thread, too.

starcrossedgirl.dreamwidth.org/320414.html

A) I figured out (it was really rather simple) how to link to things in LJ, and therefore I can squee that

B) I've signed up for the sirius_black challenge and I got my AWESOME first choice of prompt -- and it is AWESOME.

That is all.