CLOSING GAMES ENTRY #9 - Drabbles, Poems, Haikus, Limericks and Outtakes from Team Cauldron! CLOSING GAMES ENTRY #9 - Drabbles, Poems, Haikus, Limericks and Outtakes from Team Cauldron!
So much variety from Team Cauldron!! We are pleased to present:
Drabbles, Limericks and Haikus for Team Cauldron Art by Centaurys Quill
Title: Tributes to some of Team Cauldron's Art Author:centaury_squill Team: Cauldron Rating: PG Warnings: None
A/N: All the Art in the Games was a delight - I wish I had enough time to write a proper tribute to each one. Please accept these few humble scribblings as a token of thanks for the pleasure the Art has given me!
"Here's just the thing," George had said, handing Harry a small box. "Eroteacakes, our latest line."
Snape always looked so forbidding in his Unspeakable's uniform. Unapproachable, as well as Unspeakable. But Harry, summoning up his Gryffindor courage, invited himself to tea.
Two cakes later, naked but for his socks, Harry was sprawled on Snape's lap. Snape was still in uniform, but now he didn't look forbidding at all. His gloved hands holding Harry tight, Snape prepared to take what he'd always secretly wanted.
I'll have to invest more Galleons in Weasleys' Wizarding Wheezes, Harry thought, succumbing happily to Snape's lust.
A leafy-clad youngster named Pan Decided that Hook was his man, So swooped down from the sky Carried Hook up on high And that's how the whole thing began.
Our favourite lovers, one day, Decide that they want to play. Snape's in blindfold and bonds Harry's waving his whips, not their wands And there's more than tattoos on display!
The Agent and the Chosen One Against a cityscape of glass As rain falls, silent, all around, They strike and tumble, block and pass, Kick and leap, without a sound Until at last the future's thinned And pixels scatter on the wind.
He sleeps, outspread in moonlight I watch the pulse beat in his neck, his frown, Temptation incarnate in this sight; I grasp the sheet to draw it down. My hunger rages but I am still - First my eyes must drink their fill.
Summary: Harry is anxious to meet his son and devises a scheme to speed things up. Author Notes/Disclaimers/Betas JKR owns the Potterverse – I just play in it. No money is made from these amateur works Betas: and whitecotton Thank you so much! And thanks to alisanne and bethbethbeth for your splendid co-captaining skills! *smooches*
"But, Severus…"
Severus did his best not to roll his eyes as his husband paced in front of the doorway to his off-limits potions lab. Large enough to make him awkward, but, thank Merlin, not waddle, every turn of Harry's slender body was yet preceded by the protruding belly that cradled their son, Tristan. However he might moan about his encumbrance, Harry was fortunate since male pregnancies were notorious for going beyond their due dates. Severus couldn't resist a smirk as he thought about Draco Malfoy, whose twin daughters' en utero had rendered him little more than a walking squash and appeared to have no plans to vacate their father's womb. Luckily, Charlie Weasley seemed to take his partner's perpetual bad humor in stride.
"Even Charlie took Malfoy for a ride on his broom!"
Severus blinked and looked up to see Harry in the doorway, one hand resting on top of his distended belly. Setting the rest of the cooling potion on the counter, Severus wiped his hands on a towel before stepping out of the room. One hand going automatically to cover the one over their son, Severus bent to kiss his husband.
"What are you babbling about?" Severus asked as Harry leaned into him.
Harry gave him a soulful look, the type Severus seemed particularly vulnerable to. "Hermione told me that a bumpy ride late in a pregnancy can sometime bring on labor. Ron took her on the Knight Bus which triggered her contractions."
"And probably from the violent emptying of her stomach," Severus muttered as he led Harry into the sitting room.
"Last month Kingsley took Lexia horseback riding just before she gave birth to little King," Harry threw over his shoulder as he moved to pour a Scotch.
Severus folded his arms over his chest. He could always tell when Harry wanted something that Severus might not agree with. Narrowing his eyes, he watched as Harry swayed back towards him, setting the glass on the side table.
"You love me, don't you?" Harry sidled up to him, pressing against Severus as one hand wormed its way into Severus' robes.
"Blindly," Severus huffed, parting his legs to give the questing fingers more access.
Fingers curled around his very agreeable cock, tugging gently. "So you'll let me take a ride?"
"As if I could resist, you randy brat," Severus growled, pulling Harry closer. "Did you have a choice of conveyance?"
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Severus groaned as he braced Harry with a hand on each hip while Harry rode his cock with wild abandon. The muscles clenching around him as Harry fucked himself with the single-mindedness that had made him such an excellent Seeker in school, and Auror later. Harry's occasional Slytherin actions secretly thrilled Severus and he put his lack of recognizing this scheme down to his concerns about his husband's health, even as Severus enjoyed the ploy.
"Oh, fuck!" Harry shifted backward, his hands sliding along Severus' arms until he curled them around Severus' wrists. "Oh, yes! There! Severus!"
Harry arse muscles clamped around him as his climax ripped through him, coating Severus belly, but it was the look of rapture on his lover's face that pushed Severus over the edge. Still panting, Severus mustered the wherewithal to ease Harry to the side and summon a damp flannel to wipe them both clean. This late in Harry's pregnancy, the feel of magic might upset the baby, especially one whose magical signature was already as welldeveloped as Tristan's.
Curling around Harry, Severus settled a hand on the top of the rounded belly, mouth twitching upward as a tiny, proprietary foot tried to kick it away. A soft, sleepy snicker from Harry turned into a sharp gasp as Severus felt the soft flesh under his hand go rock hard.
"Breathe, beloved." Severus pressed a kiss into the sweat-damp hair. "It appears that your scheme has worked."
Harry shouldn't be enjoying his punishment. The ropes were rough, and the captain's hands harsh against his bottom. But he couldn't help it, the captain could have, should have, killed him when he found him.
Instead. Instead he was naked and bound. And the captain was torturing him. He was the law out here, he had said. And he could do whatever he pleased with wayward, scrawny, sons-of-enemies.
Yet, he couldn't hate the position he was in. The torture was... well, it was still torture, but it wasn't a bad thing. And, oh, dear God, what was the captain was placing in his bottom...?
Harry stood in the graveyard, the winter winds swirling around him. He buttoned the top of his coat and recast his warming charm. No one knew where he was; he didn't know how to tell his friends about his feelings.
"I would change it, if I could," he said, laying his hand on the gravestone. "You of all people deserved more."
The wind continued to howl, the mournful sound reflecting Harry's feelings.
"It shouldn't have ended this way. I won't accept it!" Harry cried.
Harry knelt in front of the grave, leaning toward it. The wind froze his tears on his face. Harry remained lost in his grief, silently weeping until a feather drifted onto his hand.
Harry looked at the feather and had an idea. A time turner! He would change everything.
"I'll make it right, Severus. I'll fix everything."
He would stop Severus from ever becoming a Death Eater. He would change the future.
"I knew this was a bad idea!" Severus yelled right after he cast another spell. "I told you that there was not enough time for such dalliances, but you had to have your way."
"I didn't hear you complaining when your prick was in my mouth," Harry replied.
"Of course I didn't, you nitwit. I was too shocked that you had finally put your impertinent mouth to good use," Severus retorted.
Harry saw Nagini coming toward them and took aim. "We don't have time for this!"
Severus wanted to strangle the idiot, but at that moment, the Dark Lord cast a complex spell that Severus just managed to deflect.
"Die, you snake-faced ghoul!" Severus screamed, the green light of Avada Kedavra spilling from his wand.
"Impressive!" Harry said, the bright flash of the spell almost blinding him. "You're magnificent when you're horny. Frustrated, love?"
Oh yes, Severus was very frustrated. As soon as the war was over, he was going to take Harry somewhere very cold and very secluded and work out all of his pent up passions. Potter would not leave him hanging again!
The red fires of Voldemort's flames consumed everything around them. Neither man could tell if his spells were hitting friend or foe. Screams filled the air and the smell of burning flesh singed their nostrils, but Harry and Severus remained.
They stood back to back, protecting one another from whatever would try to destroy them. They knew the odds, knew that Voldemort had more men and more weapons, but they knew they would not fail. The last Prince, the heir of the most ancient magic of Slytherin, stood beside his Champion, Harry the Lionhearted. Severus had taught Harry everything he could – spells, hexes, curses, swordsmanship, and combat. He had armed the young lion with all of his knowledge and skill. Harry had silently listened, learning all that was put before him. Harry had even traded his wand for a staff when Severus told him it would better help him control his immense magic. He had matured, grown into a fierce protector and lived up to his name. Nothing could stop them.
Looking straight ahead, Severus assessed the battle.
"It's time," Severus said without fear.
"Yes," Harry replied.
Voldemort had just run out of time.
Drabbles by Unbroken Halo
Author:unbroken_halo Team: Cauldron Word Count: 100 each Betas The Chat ladies
Title: For __hibiscus's Eat Summary: Severus convinces Harry to stay.
Piercing the tough skin of the fruit with his nail and watching the bittersweet juices run down his finger, Severus lifted the pomegranate and offered it to Harry. His thumb grazed across Harry's skin, smearing the sticky-sweet fruit liquor on to his plump mouth.
"Eat, beloved, and stay with me forever," Severus smirked and whispered across Harry's ear.
"Forever yours," Harry murmured, his lips parting to take in Severus's finger. His tongue wrapped around the stained digit, sucking away the fruit's juices. He closed his eyes, leaned back against Severus, humming and opening his mouth, waiting for the first seed.
The rain poured down from the clouds in sheets, beating against the buildings. The noise was deafening and made the impromptu battleground all the more dangerous added to being so high up in the air.
Severus grit his teeth as one of Potter's long legs took a swipe at his head. He barely managed to bend out of the way, his arm coming up reflexively to block the kick. Bloody, limber brat!
The boy was good, but Severus was better and he braced himself, readying to go on the offensive just as soon as he could catch Potter off guard.
The four points of the Circle glow dimly as the Celebrants embrace. Raising the egg above their heads, Harry pierces the shell with his thumb. The green yolk and albumen burn as it runs over his finger. The protective lights brighten with the intensity.
Severus leans in even closer, his tongue snaking out at the same time as Harry's to catch the raw, powerful contents. Sigils on the egg shine even brighter than before.
Harry moans and that, too, is shared with Severus. Rough stubble rubs against Harry's chin and the Phoenix egg is forgotten as light explodes around them.
Harry grinned mischievously while his tiny pixie flew around them, sprinkling extra dust all over Snape. With a hefty tug, they began to rise.
Snape opened his mouth to protest and Harry shook his head. "It's just magic. All you need is a happy thought with a bit of some faith, hope, trust, and a little pixie dust."
"Foolish wishes of a child who has never grown up."
Snape turned his head, watching his hat make its descent to the blue waters below. Eyes wide, he turned back to Harry. "Perhaps I was a bit hasty in my earlier observations."
Title: For jin_fenghuang's Into The Light Rating/Warnings/Kinks: *Implied character death * Summary: Harry makes a final decision
Harry's steps echo in the stone hallways, and he's certain the pathways he walked as a child have gotten smaller. The life he has chosen closes in on him, even though he wears the mantle well.
Sitting in front of the mirror, he isn't shocked to find that the desires have changed; he's no longer a boy. Reaching out, he presses his fingers to those of his constant dream companion. Severus's fingers flex against his.
"Harry."
"I must not…"
Severus smirks, and Harry's surprised as his hand pushes through. Warm lips press against Harry's while the light swells around them.
Title: For jojo_meow's My Son Rating/Warnings/Kinks: *Implied Character death * Summary: Severus saves his son.
Severus stared at his son in awe. Unbelievable pride and sorrow filled his heart. He'd lost his love, but in Harry she lived on. One day someone would want Harry for their own ends. Cradling him tightly to his chest, Severus made the first vow.
"I will protect you."
That day came sooner than Severus expected. The betrayal from his mentor stung. Promising to see to Harry's education, he made a second vow.
"You will hold no influence over my son."
Harry's test came when Lily's murderer returned. Harry fought and prevailed, surpassing Severus's expectations.
"Father?"
"Well done, my son."
Title: For majmunka's Smorgasbord Rating/Warnings/Kinks: *Kink Play * Summary: Harry readies Severus for play.
Bound to the bed, Severus listened to the snip-snap of Harry's heels on the floor, and licked his lips in anticipation. He turned his head on the pillow, following Harry's trek. The sharp crack of the leather tails on the flogger made his entire body jump, the binds at his feet creaking with the movement.
Grinning, he heard Harry whisper the hygiene spells, followed by the lubrication charms. The clickity-clack of Harry's shoes stopped and Severus moved his face once more to the sound.
His cock bobbed when Harry whispered, "All is ready, Master. Tell me when to begin, Sir."
Perhaps the hallucinogenic still has its hold on me, for I cannot believe that he lies next to me. I touch his skin, my fingers sliding along taut, firm flesh and muscles that time and worry have not yet marked with their passing. He stirs and I draw back until he settles once more.
I caress him again. Harry is a young man and I… Life has not been kind and I truly wonder if this is what he wants or if it is a passing fancy. I shall take what he gives and remember it until the very end.
The engine rolled into the station, stopping and huffing out a jet of steam that hid the two people disembarking. They emerged from the cloud, hurrying across the empty platform.
"Where are we?" Harry asked as he looked around. The dials of his spectacles spun maddeningly, taking readings for Severus to analyze later.
"Eighteenth century America." Severus murmured. "Do keep up; these Yanks don't take kindly to strangers, especially ones that speak as we do."
Harry grabbed Severus's arm. "Why?"
"They are still a bit angry about some tea, and I'd rather not end up in the drink with it."
A quiet evening turned violent when we fell asleep by the fire. Entirely my fault. The wine spilt and flamed. The smoke was thick, heavy, and black. Still you laid there as far away from me as possible, yet close enough to touch.
I crawled, cradling you in my arms until it was safe. Once outside, I watch our dreams go up in flames as you lay in my arms. Still. Quiet.
I had failed. Again.
It wasn't until your fingers grazed my lips, that all was not lost. You smiled, and I knew that my self-destructive path was over.
Title: For nimori's Come To The Dark Side Rating/Warnings/Kinks: *Severitus, Incest * Summary: Severus has a way with words.
Severus pressed Harry to the railing, hard, leaning up against him and gripping his hip tightly. Wrapping his other hand around Harry's waist, he slipped his gloved fingers inside the folds of Harry's robes.
"Trust in me, Potter, only I have what you need to truly defeat him. Join me, and together we will finish him."
Harry swallowed, gripping the railing and his lightsaber tightly. "H-h-how do you know that?"
Severus squeezed his fist around Harry's prick, smirking as Harry moaned and thrust forward. He nibbled Harry's ear, whispering. "You are the Chosen One, and I—I am your father.
Harry glared at Severus. "Although I think the ears are incredibly sexy on you, I know this red shirt is a badly chosen tactic on your part." He slouched down in his chair and picked up his cards. "Ante up, Spock."
Severus smirked and arched an eyebrow at Harry. He tossed in a Galleon. "Your conclusions are highly illogical, Potter. However, for the sake of understanding your affliction, I shall attempt to 'play along' "
Harry gawked at Severus, as he reached for his bet. Damn! He was going to lose more than his shirt if Severus kept that up.
There's something about him. It's almost as if I know him and yet, he's very cautious. I'm almost certain it's his eyes. I know I've seen them somewhere before. I hate that he sees me. He looks straight at me and sees.
Only one other has ever taken the time before. I ruined that almost even before it started. Perhaps, perhaps though, there is a chance for redemption here. I am not yet completely far gone.
He is fair, and that is not lost on me. I have to try. Just one more chance because it's all I have.
Title: For umbrus's Epilogue Summary: Severus answers a burning question.
"Severus?"
Severus looked up at Harry's inquiring tone.
"I have a question." Harry pursed his lips. "How did you find me?"
Severus snorted, shaking his head and smirking. "You think I should tell you all my secrets." He folded a hospital gown into a box then laid a newspaper on top of it.
"Molly said we'd have privacy on the island. That no one would find us out there."
Severus picked up the paper, turning it over and pointing out the announcement of Harry's pending nuptials with Ginevra Weasley.
"Apparently, Molly's snotty little chit just couldn't keep her mouth shut."
Looking out the castle window, Harry watched the sunset, anticipating the night and the return of his dream lover. The moon shone in through the window and he opened the glass, letting in the light. Blowing out the candle, he settled down, drawing the blanket up just to his chest and waited.
The night wore on and still, Harry waited. Yawning, Harry closed his eyes for just a minute, and a moment was all Severus needed.
In through the window, and leaning down over Harry, Severus licked his lips. One more night, one more taste and Harry would be his.
Severus picked up a teacake and held it out to Harry. "Ready?"
Harry grinned, closed his eyes and nodded, picturing the scene in his mind as he bit into the little sweet. "Mmm. Fred and George outdid themselves this time."
The fluffy icing coated Harry's lips and Severus was hard pressed not to lick it off as his office scenery wavered and changed to fit Harry's fantasy. He smirked and set the half eaten cake aside before running his hand up Harry's now naked thigh.
"Remind me to thank them personally," Severus moaned as Harry's fingers gently tugged his hair.
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