Day 7 On the seventh day of christmas, my true love sent to me Seven deadly sins
yes, I'm early. so sue me. happy new year!
Malory Towers Sally/Darrell PG13 Jealousy 130 words Acknowledgements to William Blake
”Some are born to sweet delight, Some are born to endless night.
An much as anything, these words comprised the difference between Darrell and herself, Sally mused.
Endless night. The horrible, stifling darkness of jealousy which had eaten away at Sally all her life. She had fought it – oh, how she’d fought it! – only to find the blackness impenetrable in the end.
Sweet delight. Darrell, with her innocent, trusting belief in the ultimate goodness of the world and everybody in it. With her naïve expectation that the news of her engagement – her greatest triumph and joy – would be received with equal pleasure by everyone who knew her.
Sally looked down at the strangled body of the girl she’d loved beyond life itself; and waited impassively for the police to arrive.
Chalet School Jack/Joey PG Gluttony 49 words
“A glass of wine, please, Joey.”
“I beg your pardon?” Joey put down the proofs of her latest novel and looked at her husband.
“A glass of wine. I’m a working man and I need my wine!”
“I’m a working woman and stay-at-home mother of eleven. Get it yourself!”
Harry Potter Sirius/Severus PG13 Lust 27 words
“You know I want to fuck you.”
“I am aware,” Severus said coolly.
“I also want to kill you.” Sirius paused, frowning. “It’s a matter of priorities.”
GIFT FOR westwardlee Harry Potter Kingsley/Gideon PG13 Lust 379 words author’s note: okay, shameless poaching from our collab, I know.
“We should stop meeting like this,” Kingsley muttered ironically.
Gideon startled, jumping round to face the other man.
“What are you doing here?” he asked.
It was a stupid question in the circumstances. Kingsley had as much right to be in the Ministry of Magic as Gideon, and obviously he must have to get equipment from the storerooms occasionally. But Gideon had a guilty conscience, based on an encounter with not just Kingsley but also Lucius Malfoy and Sirius Black in a store cupboard, and seeing Kingsley towered over him brought back memories that he’d been trying to forget.
Well, sort of trying to forget. The trouble was, there were some very nice memories attached.
Um.
Yes.
The fact was, Gideon had ended up fucking Lucius in an unlocked storeroom, in front of both Kingsley and Sirius. This might have been an even worse memory had it not been for the fact that Sirius and Kingsley had been at it in equally scandalous fashion. Gideon could not now lay eyes on Kingsley without remembering him as he’d been then: naked and powerfully sexual.
Kingsley leaned back against the door of the room, effectively shutting it tightly.
“Looking for you,” he said laconically.
“Oh.”
“Unfinished business?” Kingsley suggested.
“Um…”
Gideon was not at his most coherent. He felt like he was on the wrong end of this conversation. Pull yourself together he told himself firmly, and met Shacklebolt’s gaze.
“What sort of unfinished business?” he asked.
Kingsley shrugged.
“Something like this?”
He pulled Gideon towards him and kissed him. Gideon had always blamed a potion – blamed something beyond his control – for the way he had reacted to Lucius Malfoy. But there was no such excuse here, and still he responded.
“I see you agree,” rumbled Kingsley in his ear.
“I don’t think that this is very…” Gideon trailed off.
“Appropriate? Probably not. Pleasurable? I hope you’re wrong.”
Oh, it was pleasurable all right. But that… that was hardly the point, thought Gideon indignantly. The point was…
Mm, good question. What was the point?
Oh yes. Snogging during work hours. Definitely not a good idea. Gideon made some comment to that effect, and Kingsley smiled.
“Fair enough,” he agreed. “I’ll meet you after work, then.”
And that, it seemed, was that.
Harry Potter Ron/Hermione PG Jealousy 60 words
“Well, I don’t approve,” Hermione said.
“I know why, too. You’re jealous.”
“What?!?”
“Yeah,” said Ron dreamily. “It’s the thought of me surrounded by all those gorgeous women, pining to do my every wish, wanting to do everything for me…”
“Ron…”
“And all arranged by the most delectable of all women, Fleur Weasley…”
“Ron!”
“What?”
“It’s just a foot massage….”
Harry Potter Draco/Harry PG13 Pride 198 words
“‘The Chosen One’. ‘The Boy Who Lived’. Did nobody ever tell you, Potter, that pride comes before a fall?”
Draco had knocked him down before Harry had time to do more than realise he was there. And he now stood above his enemy holding Harry’s wand as well as his own.
One hex. Two. Three.
Harry gasped and groaned under the onslaught. Grunted as Draco kicked him hard in the face, shattering his glasses.
“Pride comes before a fall, Potter,” Draco repeated. “You don’t look so heroic now, do you?”
Probably not, Harry thought. But then he never had – not really. And if Malfoy thought he’d wanted those stupid tag-lines that had followed him about…
Draco bent down and wiped a line of blood from Harry’s face, then put his finger in his mouth, sucking it off.
“The blood of the fallen. You know, you never were worth much.”
“You neither,” Harry mumbled, wondering how many teeth he still had.
“But now you’re totally worthless.” Malfoy kicked him once more for good measure. “Pride comes before a fall. Learned your lesson yet?”
“Yeah,” muttered Harry as Draco departed. “Keep your wand to hand. Moody could’ve told me that…”
GIFT FOR rubytuesday5681 Harry Potter Harry/Draco Lust PG13 113 words
It had always been there between them, Harry thought with resignation. It had been sure to happen one day. They had fought and fought until the sparks flew, and then been helpless as the sparks became flames of lust, dragging them together. His fingers ferocious on Draco’s buttons; Draco himself tearing the clothes from Harry with no thought for care.
It had been more about dominance and slaking desire than simple sex. Nothing between Harry and Draco was ever going to be simple. They fucked with the same anger, the same emotions with which they fought. But if it always felt as good as it had this time, Harry didn’t think he cared.