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The Fanfic That Was Never Written

that i woke up just this morning thinking about:

Hermione wakes up. Or, that is, she comes to. She doesn't know if she had been asleep or not. All she knows is

she is in a luxurious bubble bath, with foam covering the entire top of the tub. It smells delicious and it is the perfect temperature. Which is good because

she has bad menstrual cramps. But the REAL problem is

she has absolutely no idea where she is.

Looking around, she sees a cozy little room. There is this, the clawfoot bathtub. There is a towel nearby, and her wand is laying on it (did SHE make the tub the perfect temperature?) There is a small double bed against one wall, with a lovely coverlet and matching pillows, which match the lovely color of the carpet. There is a small desk, and a bookshelf with some books that certainly look very interesting. It's all very cozy and lovely and deliberate - a snug lovely room inside a dilapidated house. Looking at the walls, she can see that this lovely room was set up inside the ruins of some old house... as if someone set up a romantic get-a-way inside the Shrieking Shack. In fact, the walls look EXACTLY like the walls she remembered from the Shrieking Shack. Other than that, she has no clue where she is.

She is just beginning to become alarmed when a man walks into the room.

Then she is VERY alarmed.

It is Severus Snape.

He is holding a cup of tea and he is talking about herbs. For the longest time she just gapes at him, incapable of speech. He is not in his professor robe - he is wearing a soft grey sweater and slacks. His hair isn't hanging lanky and unwashed around his face - it is clean and soft. Still wet. It is combed and falling around his face just now he looks.... almost handsome...

But the strangest thing of all is his voice. As he pulls the chair from the desk up to the bathtub, sitting on it, handing her the steaming cup of tea, telling her he is afraid he might have put in too much honey...

...she barely recognizes his voice. It IS his voice, of course. She would recognize it anywhere. But he's speaking so casually. So gently. So softly. As if they were in the library. In the library, sharing a joke. She's never heard this voice before. She never imagined it existed.

And THEN she registered what he was saying.

He had been describing how the first herb in the tea might taste combined with the second herb.

BOTH of which, she knows, are a treatment for cramps.

He made her tea for her cramps. He knows she is in pain. He is asking her, just now, if the bath is helping.

She can't speak. She is too confused, holding the steaming cup of tea, staring at him.

Finally, at his insistence (as he strokes her hair?!?! And he's calling her Decoris and Bellulus. She recognizes the Latin. He is calling her 'beautiful.') she drinks her tea. It is the perfect temperature. She sips, trying to clear her head.

As he talks, she keeps sipping it from the cup. That means she doesn't have to talk. HE keeps talking, however. Talking about herbs. The special one in her tea was grown in Wales. The weather in Wales has been poor. He speaks about the repercussions of a poor crop of this herb next year. As he speaks, she tries to piece it all together.

She knows who she is. She knows who this man is. But she cannot fathom why they are here, nor where here is. Nor can she fathom why he is talking to her so tenderly. So gently.

She only knows this: They are intimate. This man is not just her lover, he is a lover who will make her a hot herbal bath and brew her a special tea when she has menstrual cramps. This is their romantic get-a-way, a room deliberately created and hidden inside some other, dilapidated house. They are there together. And they are talking about herbs and the weather in Wales.

Now, in the ORIGINAL idea, Hermione considers going to bed with him, snuggling in that cozy bed, in their pajamas, hoping, desperately, that when she wakes up in the morning, this will all make sense. Spending the night in his arms, in the arms of the man she had such a hopeless crush on as a teenager, wouldn't be the worst thing in the world...

BUT WHEN I WOKE UP THIS MORNING I realized that Hermione is a very practical person, and that it would make far more sense to just STATE THE OBVIOUS.

So, this morning, I realized that this whole story ends this way:

She finishes the tea. She can't put it off anymore. She has to speak.

"Professor Snape?"

He was standing up, but now he turns to her, startled. The look on his face is unreadable... there is concern... but also worry... alarm... then worry again...

He doesn't sit back down on the chair. He kneels beside the tub. He looks closely into her face

And, when she doesn't finish the sentence, he answeres.

"...yes, Professor Granger?"

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forgot i made this a while ago but let's not forget the original brat

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test

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Thor: The Dark World (2013)

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Hey, sweet angel.

@cutepandaprincess

So three weeks ago I drove through the pouring, blinding rain (and hail!) between Tornado Sirens.  I had to get get from Oklahoma City to our house inbetween storm systems.  My husband was tracking them, telling us when to move and what route to take.  THOSE systems went south of us and did a lot of damage to a town about 45 minutes drive from here.

But TODAY we went to the storage unit that was damaged in FEBRUARY’s tornado.

Anyway... it REALLY made me think A LOT about our Teacher And Student Hiding From Storm story.  I went back and reread it - I posted A comment.

We left off with Tony telling Peter a personal story to help him relax.  

I WOULD like to write the personal story out... but later.  I’m wondering, what kind of story should it be?  And what should Peter ask for after it is over?

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to read later - for reasons

;  )

candlelit. (severus snape)

severus snape x reader smut. mdni

your professor finds you in a tantalizing position. 1.5k

It’s nightfall when he finds you. Candlelight casts shadows throughout the wide bathroom, nearly silent aside from the drip, drip, dripping of the faucet. You’re submerged in hot water, muscles finally relaxing after the long week of exams and helping Professor Snape grade papers. A relaxed sigh sounds through the room. He hears you, of course. Severus pushes into the bathroom, his cape dragging on the beautiful tiles below him.

He hisses your last name, turning his face away from yours and your semi-nude body, covered only by the bubbles. “What are you doing out of your quarters at this time of night, young lady?”

Continuar lendo

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OH WHAT IF

what if we kept going.  What if Tony DIDN’T offer sex that night.  What if for the next few days Tony KEPT not offering sex.  What if every night they just snuggled and slept.  And peter started to worry that Tony wasn’t interested in him.  Or that Tony wasn’t in the mood becasue Peter kept talking about his problems.

THEN

...finally Tony confesses that HE THOUGHT PETER WOULD LIKE A BREAK from all the sex and it was important to him that Peter know it didn’t HAVE to be sex all the time - that they coul djsut have conversations, or just hold each other, too.

Then Peter EXPLAINS TO TONY how it makes him FEEL when Tony is gentle and tender or... well WHATEVER Peter want’s to tell Tony...

We could write this.  People would love it.

A Story For My Angel

Peter lay on the couch and told Tony all about it.  The way his friends didn’t understand him.  They way they couldn’t accept him for who he was.  But before he was finished, Tony stood up.

“Okay, Daddy’s busy for a moment… just stay there baby, and I’ll be right back.”  And then he walked out of the room.

But Peter didn’t have to wait long before Tony returned.

He took Peter by the hand and led him to the bedroom.

There on the bed Tony had made a nest of pillows.  He pulled Peter into the bed, where they could lay in each other’s arms, propped up by pillows on all sides.  Tony pulled the fuzzy blanket over both of them and snuggled Peter into his arms.  He reached for the remote and laid it on their laps, for when they wanted it.  But he didn’t turn anything on.  He just lay his head on Peter’s hair, held him tight, and murmered…

“…tell Daddy all about it, angel.”

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A Story For My Angel

Peter lay on the couch and told Tony all about it.  The way his friends didn’t understand him.  They way they couldn’t accept him for who he was.  But before he was finished, Tony stood up.

“Okay, Daddy’s busy for a moment... just stay there baby, and I’ll be right back.”  And then he walked out of the room.

But Peter didn’t have to wait long before Tony returned.

He took Peter by the hand and led him to the bedroom.

There on the bed Tony had made a nest of pillows.  He pulled Peter into the bed, where they could lay in each other’s arms, propped up by pillows on all sides.  Tony pulled the fuzzy blanket over both of them and snuggled Peter into his arms.  He reached for the remote and laid it on their laps, for when they wanted it.  But he didn’t turn anything on.  He just lay his head on Peter’s hair, held him tight, and murmered...

“...tell Daddy all about it, angel.”

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Guys, I'm sorry but I HAVE to show it to you:

This is so sad and sweet and-

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Okay angel...

IF you have any time at all, think about this.

I *just* now found this while I was reading through our beautiful story.

Think about it... WOULD Peter have any type of *questions* about sex, or anything else private he’d talk to Tony about via the device?  (Or would he only want to ask those kinds of questions in private?)

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THOR (2011) dir. Kenneth Branagh

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And another one.

Dang it, I’m looking for something about a casual encounter - instead I keep finding things VERY SPECIFIC to our two OCs.

It occures to me

that saying “I love you”

makes a man

vunerable in a fundamental way

exposed

unarmed to such an extent that no intelligent, logical man

would ever choose to say it.

No sane man would take that option.

Then I remembered why we say

“Love makes you crazy.”

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I miss you, @cutepandaprincess.  I hope you are doing okay.

babe are you ok youve barely touched your comfort daydream scenario

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WIP

‘PLEASE Tony...”

“Please what, angel?”

Peter was face down on the bed, shaking with need.  Tony lay his body on top, skin-to-skin, trailing kisses down Peter’s neck to his shoulders.  One hand rest on the curve of Peter’s ass.  There was no other movement.

“Please Tony...” came the whimper.

“Yes... angel... just tell me what you need...”

“I need you.”

“I’m here, beautiful.”

“I need you...”

“Yes,” Tony murmered in reply.  Trying not to smile.  Peter would hear his smile.  His hand caressed the rise of Peter’s hip.  

But he wouldn’t do anything else until he was asked.

Peter whimpered and raised his hips, trying to grind himself against Tony’s erection.  Nothing came of it.

Tony was going to make him say it.

“I need you inside me Tony.”  The words were barely audible as Peter did his best to hide his face in the pillow, blushing furiously.

“Oh... oh why didn’t you say so, sweetheart?” Tony crooned.  He slipped two fingers, slick and ready, inside.

“No... I mean...” 

“What, baby?”

Peter groaned in frustration.  He knew what Tony wanted him to say.  And he wanted to say it.  He wanted to give Tony what he wanted... but the words just wouldn’t come.

“Please Tony, please, I need you so bad...”

“I right here, angel.”

For a few moments they moved together like this, Tony’s fingers going in and out, Peter’s ass pushing back into him helpelessly.  

Finally Peter thought of a solution.

Gracefully he moved his hand behind his body, slipping inbetween them.  He was gentle, but he was quick.  Before Tony could react Peter’s long fingers had found Tony’s erection, hard and leaking, and had the matter well in hand.

“This,” Peter breathed.  Tony could hear the smile in his voice.  He had been caught.  “I need this inside me.”

Tony groaned in defeat, helpless to do anything but comply.

Damn that kid.  Too damn clever by half.

But he wasn’t giving up.  The next time Tony would make sure that wrist was immobile.  He wasn’t exactly sure how... the suit perhaps?  Or the suits?  That was definately a possibility.  The suits would be strong enough to keep Peter’s wrist in place.  Keep him from using his hands.

And if that didn’t work, Tony would think of something else.

Tony was going to hear the word “cock” out of sweet Peter Parker’s mouth someday.  He was determined.

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You aren’t pulling away... quite the opposite.  I moan a little when I feel your hand on my face - oh god I didn’t want to appear too eager - but even then you don’t pull away.  My arm tightens around you and I pull you closer.

We sit together, looking out the window.

We talk about so many things.  About the books we’ve read, about the books we want to read.  About all the things we want to learn.

I put an arm around you.  Across your back.  My hand laying lightly on your waist.  You don’t seem to notice.  You’re talking about your studies, about everything you’ve learned and everything you’ve left to obtain.

Finally, a quite moment.  We’ve both run out of words.  I lean in close.  I look, for a long moment, at your mouth.

I want to give you time to pull away.  To tell me no.  To tell me it’s not like that.

Then, when you don’t pull away, I close the distance between us.

I kiss your mouth for the first time.