A little Snape drabbling in the night...
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snape100 is a HOOT - you plug "Severus Snape" into the Random Fact Generator (clearly based on the Chuck Norris Facts list) and write a drabble about what you get. Here's mine, posted to both the LJ and IJ versions of the comm earlier.
The Domestic Desperado
Challenge: Random Facts About Severus Snape
Words: 100
Pairing: Snape/Luna
Rating: PG-13, I think.
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Instead of having a cigarette after sex, Severus Snape heads outside and brands his cattle.
It was a terrible thing for a cub reporter and a newsman’s daughter to keep such a secret: double- and triple-crossings, arcane artifacts, fake deaths, the cover-up complicity of MoM Shacklebolt himself, and most of all…the ranch. Oh, thestrals were to be expected from a misunderstood wizard incognito, but to have his own herd of…
But Luna liked this secret. She lay in the hayloft languid and giggling from endorphins as the very alive—and very virile—Severus disentangled himself from her with a slug of Firewhiskey and a wink, and lit up the “HBP” brands for his Crumple-Horned Snorkacks.
Damn, I need more writing mojo. I've been so tired lately. Chronic anxiety will do that.
snape100 is a HOOT - you plug "Severus Snape" into the Random Fact Generator (clearly based on the Chuck Norris Facts list) and write a drabble about what you get. Here's mine, posted to both the LJ and IJ versions of the comm earlier.The Domestic Desperado
Challenge: Random Facts About Severus Snape
Words: 100
Pairing: Snape/Luna
Rating: PG-13, I think.
***
Instead of having a cigarette after sex, Severus Snape heads outside and brands his cattle.
It was a terrible thing for a cub reporter and a newsman’s daughter to keep such a secret: double- and triple-crossings, arcane artifacts, fake deaths, the cover-up complicity of MoM Shacklebolt himself, and most of all…the ranch. Oh, thestrals were to be expected from a misunderstood wizard incognito, but to have his own herd of…
But Luna liked this secret. She lay in the hayloft languid and giggling from endorphins as the very alive—and very virile—Severus disentangled himself from her with a slug of Firewhiskey and a wink, and lit up the “HBP” brands for his Crumple-Horned Snorkacks.
Damn, I need more writing mojo. I've been so tired lately. Chronic anxiety will do that.
