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alisanneAs I've been a busy poster today, now I have to try to catch up with my f-list.
Here's what I've been doing.
More updating at Cipher. I'm up to 113 fics there. When the heck did I write all that?
I finally finished my![[insanejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/ij-community.gif)
snape_potter July challenge fic, and managed to knock off another of my 100quills prompts at the same time. Whoot! First time I've been able to do that. :) It's called The Gift of Red.
I posted my response to this week'shd100 challenge. It's called Beating the Heat.
I've also finished my response to![[insanejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/ij-userinfo.gif)
irana's Seduction Challenge, and I should be posting it tomorrow. :)
That leaves... *looks at WIP list* this week'ssnape100 challenge [ETA: I just finished this one, too! It's called, His Gift], a drarry BD fic for Harry, and maybe I can start plotting out my Snape/Potter Fuh-Q-Fest fic. Not to mention the kinda_lush fic.
And, because I got tagged byirisgirl12000 to do a meme, here it is:
1. Grab the nearest book.
2. Open the book to page 123.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the text of the next 3 sentences on your blog along with these instructions.
5. Don’t you dare dig for that "cool" or "intellectual" book in your closet! I know you were thinking about it! Just pick up whatever is closest.
6. Tag three people.
Rosie usually did this anyway, but she paused for a moment, looking at the other three, knowing that she was about to miss something she would be interested in, and knowing also that it wouldn't happen if she hung around. She went off at a dragging, un-Rosielikepace, her shoulders hunched and her head down.
"I don't understand," said Barder, as soon as the cottage door closed behind them.
Taken from Spindle's End by Robin McKinley.
I won't tag anyone. Play if you'd like. :)
Title: The Gift of Red
Author:alisanne
Rating: PG
Summary: My response to thesnape_potter July Challenge, Happy Birthday Harry, AND to my 100quills Severus table, prompt: Red.
Genre: Romance.
Warnings: OOC
Disclaimer: The characters contained herein are not mine. No money is being made from this fiction, which is presented for entertainment purposes only.
Beta reader, the wonderful and talentedsevfan. Thank you, hon!
~
The Gift of Red
~
Harry was determined that he was not going to say anything about his birthday this year. Twenty-six wasn’t that special of a year, he kept telling himself. Plus, Severus hadn’t celebrated his at all, saying nothing when Harry had made it a point to have his favorite meal ready when he’d returned home from work that night.
Harry had even managed to obtain a rare potions text for him, which Severus had simply glanced at and set aside.
After suppressing his hurt, Harry had decided that he wouldn’t be upset when no fuss was made at his birthday. He knew Severus loved him, even if they ended up not celebrating such things as birthdays.
He’d even warned Hermione and Ron not to send him gifts at midnight on the day, but to discreetly give them to him a few days later, if at all.
Hermione had protested, but had finally agreed, but only after taking him aside and counseling him that he could celebrate his own birthday if he wanted to. They had finally compromised on his coming by for lunch on the day.
The day his birthday dawned, Harry stretched sleepily, expecting to encounter a warm body next to his. When his arm didn’t encounter Severus however, it woke him up abruptly.
As taciturn as his lover generally was, Severus usually didn’t leave in the mornings without at least a kiss and an admonition to ‘not die’ in his Auror job. Admittedly, Severus knew Harry had the day off, but still...
Harry sat up, rubbing sleep out of his eyes and looking about their very green bedroom.
He liked green well enough, but not the way Severus liked it. If it wasn’t green or black, Severus had nothing to do with it. Which was why, when he spotted a red blur on Severus’ pillow, he was intrigued.
After grabbing for his glasses, he snatched up the red vellum card to read it.
Harry smiled, fingering the heavy paper. He’d never seen Severus use this note paper before...
Shrugging, he dismissed it. Since he’d granted himself the indulgence of taking the day off from work, he settled under the green covers for another few moments, allowing himself a bit of a lie in. Turning his head, he inhaled the scent of Severus embedded in his pillow and, with a soft laugh, clutched it to his chest, breathing deeply.
Severus would make such fun of me if he saw me doing this, he thought.
But, Severus was not there, so Harry could do as he wished.
He drifted in between the dream world and the waking one for a while, smiling softly as he recalled the long road he and Severus had taken to get where they were now.
As he lay there, Severus’ familiar scent curled around him, enveloping him in comfort, he considered just staying there all day, but realized he had too much to do. It wasn’t that special of a day only because it was his birthday, after all...
After he showered, allowing himself the indulgence of using Severus’ self-brewed shampoo, he walked into the kitchen, smiling to see that Severus had left him breakfast in a dish, with a Warming Charm on it.
Harry grinned. It was even his favorite, porridge.
An ice cold glass of pumpkin juice that was so deeply colored that it was almost red completed his meal, and as he sipped it, he planned his day.
A quick visit to Neville and Ginny’s small cottage was first on his list. As he’d expected, they had been at The Burrow the night before for a family party. He’d been invited to celebrate his birthday there as well, of course, but he’d declined, having not even broached the topic with Severus, knowing that his lover preferred his privacy.
“Perhaps next year,” he’d said when Ginny had pressed.
Neville simply winked at him, and thanked him for the gift he’d dropped off.
Shrinking their gift to him and putting it in his pocket, Harry stopped by Hermione and Ron’s home where he had lunch with them, before stopping at the pastry shop he and Severus frequented and ordering their favorite pear and raspberry tart to be delivered later.
He eyed the cake display briefly, but decided he wasn’t going to do anything to bring attention to the date, although the red velvet cake did look quite appetizing...
By the time he got home, it appeared that Severus had beaten him there, if the black robes hanging in the hallway were any indication.
“Severus?”
“In here,” his lover’s deep voice replied, and Harry walked into their dining room, his mouth falling open at what was before him.
The table was dressed with a red cloth, candles and clusters of red roses and baby’s breath. A lavish meal including a roast, potatoes and even the red velvet cake that Harry had been eyeing sat there, and two goblets of deep, red wine were waiting.
“Happy Birthday, Harry,” Severus said, walking towards him, resplendent in a deep red shirt and black Muggle-style trousers.
Harry’s confused gaze took in all the details of the room before drifting back to Severus’ face.
“What... why...?”
Severus stopped directly in front of Harry. “It’s your birthday, Harry,” he reminded him. “Did you think I had forgotten?”
Harry nodded, speechless.
“Why would you think that?” Severus asked, a thumb caressing Harry’s cheek, much to his distraction.
“You don’t like to celebrate birthdays,” Harry said.
Severus smiled. “Whatever gave you that idea?” he asked. “I am... understated about celebrating my own day, but I am quite invested in celebrating the anniversary of the day the Fates decided to place you in this world. You are my savior, Harry, not just the wizarding world’s.”
Harry leaned into the caresses, closing his eyes as Severus enfolded him in his arms.
“I want to celebrate with you,” Severus said, his voice rumbling up through his chest. “Can you not tell? I have allowed red in our home.”
Harry laughed at the self-mocking tone in Severus’ voice. “Now I know you love me,” he murmured.
~Fin
Title: Beating the Heat
Author:alisanne
Word Count: 100
Other characters: N/A
Rating: R
Challenge: Ice
Author's Notes: none
Disclaimer: The characters contained herein are not mine. No money is being made from this fiction, which is presented for entertainment purposes only.
Beta reader:sevfan
~
Beating the Heat
~
Draco gasped as the icy water hit his skin, the painful freeze followed by the brush of a warm tongue unbearably arousing.
“Fuck...” he moaned.
“Soon,” Harry murmured, licking up the remnants of the skin-warmed water from where it had pooled in Draco’s back.
“Ready for more?” Harry whispered, loving the whimpers escaping from Draco’s throat.
“Always,” Draco said.
Harry bit the curve of his arse lightly, soothing it with another swipe of the ice-cube, followed again by his mouth.
This was one way to combat the hottest summer in British history, Harry reflected. He couldn’t wait for his turn.
~
Title: His Gift
Author:alisanne
Rating: G
Word Count: 100
Challenge: #136 Happy Birthday To You
Summary: Harry will win. Severus makes sure of it.
Genre: Gen
Warnings: None
Thanks toeeyore9990 for looking this over for me. :)
~
His Gift
~
Severus fought off the vicious Death Eater attack, quickly becoming embroiled in his duel with an insanely cackling Bellatrix.
He defeated her, turning away as her screams faded, managing to dodge another hex just in time.
Potter, dueling Voldemort, seemed to be losing from what Severus could see. But, Severus had planned for that contingency.
Pulling out the crossbow with which he had practiced, he let loose an arrow, which served to distract the creature long enough to allow Harry to dispatch him.
As the gathered Aurors celebrated the victory, Severus’ whisper was lost in the cheers.
“Happy Birthday, Potter.”
~
Here's what I've been doing.
More updating at Cipher. I'm up to 113 fics there. When the heck did I write all that?
I finally finished my
snape_potter July challenge fic, and managed to knock off another of my 100quills prompts at the same time. Whoot! First time I've been able to do that. :) It's called The Gift of Red.I posted my response to this week's
hd100 challenge. It's called Beating the Heat.I've also finished my response to
irana's Seduction Challenge, and I should be posting it tomorrow. :)That leaves... *looks at WIP list* this week's
snape100 challenge [ETA: I just finished this one, too! It's called, His Gift], a drarry BD fic for Harry, and maybe I can start plotting out my Snape/Potter Fuh-Q-Fest fic. Not to mention the kinda_lush fic. And, because I got tagged by
irisgirl12000 to do a meme, here it is: 1. Grab the nearest book.
2. Open the book to page 123.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the text of the next 3 sentences on your blog along with these instructions.
5. Don’t you dare dig for that "cool" or "intellectual" book in your closet! I know you were thinking about it! Just pick up whatever is closest.
6. Tag three people.
Rosie usually did this anyway, but she paused for a moment, looking at the other three, knowing that she was about to miss something she would be interested in, and knowing also that it wouldn't happen if she hung around. She went off at a dragging, un-Rosielikepace, her shoulders hunched and her head down.
"I don't understand," said Barder, as soon as the cottage door closed behind them.
Taken from Spindle's End by Robin McKinley.
I won't tag anyone. Play if you'd like. :)
Title: The Gift of Red
Author:
alisanneRating: PG
Summary: My response to the
snape_potter July Challenge, Happy Birthday Harry, AND to my 100quills Severus table, prompt: Red.Genre: Romance.
Warnings: OOC
Disclaimer: The characters contained herein are not mine. No money is being made from this fiction, which is presented for entertainment purposes only.
Beta reader, the wonderful and talented
sevfan. Thank you, hon!~
The Gift of Red
~
Harry was determined that he was not going to say anything about his birthday this year. Twenty-six wasn’t that special of a year, he kept telling himself. Plus, Severus hadn’t celebrated his at all, saying nothing when Harry had made it a point to have his favorite meal ready when he’d returned home from work that night.
Harry had even managed to obtain a rare potions text for him, which Severus had simply glanced at and set aside.
After suppressing his hurt, Harry had decided that he wouldn’t be upset when no fuss was made at his birthday. He knew Severus loved him, even if they ended up not celebrating such things as birthdays.
He’d even warned Hermione and Ron not to send him gifts at midnight on the day, but to discreetly give them to him a few days later, if at all.
Hermione had protested, but had finally agreed, but only after taking him aside and counseling him that he could celebrate his own birthday if he wanted to. They had finally compromised on his coming by for lunch on the day.
The day his birthday dawned, Harry stretched sleepily, expecting to encounter a warm body next to his. When his arm didn’t encounter Severus however, it woke him up abruptly.
As taciturn as his lover generally was, Severus usually didn’t leave in the mornings without at least a kiss and an admonition to ‘not die’ in his Auror job. Admittedly, Severus knew Harry had the day off, but still...
Harry sat up, rubbing sleep out of his eyes and looking about their very green bedroom.
He liked green well enough, but not the way Severus liked it. If it wasn’t green or black, Severus had nothing to do with it. Which was why, when he spotted a red blur on Severus’ pillow, he was intrigued.
After grabbing for his glasses, he snatched up the red vellum card to read it.
Harry,
I had to leave early, but be assured, you did receive your customary morning kiss; you were simply too fatigued to awaken during it.
I shall be home this evening at my standard time.
Severus
Harry smiled, fingering the heavy paper. He’d never seen Severus use this note paper before...
Shrugging, he dismissed it. Since he’d granted himself the indulgence of taking the day off from work, he settled under the green covers for another few moments, allowing himself a bit of a lie in. Turning his head, he inhaled the scent of Severus embedded in his pillow and, with a soft laugh, clutched it to his chest, breathing deeply.
Severus would make such fun of me if he saw me doing this, he thought.
But, Severus was not there, so Harry could do as he wished.
He drifted in between the dream world and the waking one for a while, smiling softly as he recalled the long road he and Severus had taken to get where they were now.
As he lay there, Severus’ familiar scent curled around him, enveloping him in comfort, he considered just staying there all day, but realized he had too much to do. It wasn’t that special of a day only because it was his birthday, after all...
After he showered, allowing himself the indulgence of using Severus’ self-brewed shampoo, he walked into the kitchen, smiling to see that Severus had left him breakfast in a dish, with a Warming Charm on it.
Harry grinned. It was even his favorite, porridge.
An ice cold glass of pumpkin juice that was so deeply colored that it was almost red completed his meal, and as he sipped it, he planned his day.
A quick visit to Neville and Ginny’s small cottage was first on his list. As he’d expected, they had been at The Burrow the night before for a family party. He’d been invited to celebrate his birthday there as well, of course, but he’d declined, having not even broached the topic with Severus, knowing that his lover preferred his privacy.
“Perhaps next year,” he’d said when Ginny had pressed.
Neville simply winked at him, and thanked him for the gift he’d dropped off.
Shrinking their gift to him and putting it in his pocket, Harry stopped by Hermione and Ron’s home where he had lunch with them, before stopping at the pastry shop he and Severus frequented and ordering their favorite pear and raspberry tart to be delivered later.
He eyed the cake display briefly, but decided he wasn’t going to do anything to bring attention to the date, although the red velvet cake did look quite appetizing...
By the time he got home, it appeared that Severus had beaten him there, if the black robes hanging in the hallway were any indication.
“Severus?”
“In here,” his lover’s deep voice replied, and Harry walked into their dining room, his mouth falling open at what was before him.
The table was dressed with a red cloth, candles and clusters of red roses and baby’s breath. A lavish meal including a roast, potatoes and even the red velvet cake that Harry had been eyeing sat there, and two goblets of deep, red wine were waiting.
“Happy Birthday, Harry,” Severus said, walking towards him, resplendent in a deep red shirt and black Muggle-style trousers.
Harry’s confused gaze took in all the details of the room before drifting back to Severus’ face.
“What... why...?”
Severus stopped directly in front of Harry. “It’s your birthday, Harry,” he reminded him. “Did you think I had forgotten?”
Harry nodded, speechless.
“Why would you think that?” Severus asked, a thumb caressing Harry’s cheek, much to his distraction.
“You don’t like to celebrate birthdays,” Harry said.
Severus smiled. “Whatever gave you that idea?” he asked. “I am... understated about celebrating my own day, but I am quite invested in celebrating the anniversary of the day the Fates decided to place you in this world. You are my savior, Harry, not just the wizarding world’s.”
Harry leaned into the caresses, closing his eyes as Severus enfolded him in his arms.
“I want to celebrate with you,” Severus said, his voice rumbling up through his chest. “Can you not tell? I have allowed red in our home.”
Harry laughed at the self-mocking tone in Severus’ voice. “Now I know you love me,” he murmured.
~Fin
Title: Beating the Heat
Author:
alisanneWord Count: 100
Other characters: N/A
Rating: R
Challenge: Ice
Author's Notes: none
Disclaimer: The characters contained herein are not mine. No money is being made from this fiction, which is presented for entertainment purposes only.
Beta reader:
sevfan~
Beating the Heat
~
Draco gasped as the icy water hit his skin, the painful freeze followed by the brush of a warm tongue unbearably arousing.
“Fuck...” he moaned.
“Soon,” Harry murmured, licking up the remnants of the skin-warmed water from where it had pooled in Draco’s back.
“Ready for more?” Harry whispered, loving the whimpers escaping from Draco’s throat.
“Always,” Draco said.
Harry bit the curve of his arse lightly, soothing it with another swipe of the ice-cube, followed again by his mouth.
This was one way to combat the hottest summer in British history, Harry reflected. He couldn’t wait for his turn.
~
Title: His Gift
Author:
alisanneRating: G
Word Count: 100
Challenge: #136 Happy Birthday To You
Summary: Harry will win. Severus makes sure of it.
Genre: Gen
Warnings: None
Thanks to
eeyore9990 for looking this over for me. :)~
His Gift
~
Severus fought off the vicious Death Eater attack, quickly becoming embroiled in his duel with an insanely cackling Bellatrix.
He defeated her, turning away as her screams faded, managing to dodge another hex just in time.
Potter, dueling Voldemort, seemed to be losing from what Severus could see. But, Severus had planned for that contingency.
Pulling out the crossbow with which he had practiced, he let loose an arrow, which served to distract the creature long enough to allow Harry to dispatch him.
As the gathered Aurors celebrated the victory, Severus’ whisper was lost in the cheers.
“Happy Birthday, Potter.”
~
