Dumbledore/Grindelwald is the only thing I ship olol

>>46561 I live for this pairing

I used to hate it, but somehow Snarry became, like, my thing. I read some really great fic last week; I'll try to find it again.

>>46561
100% agreed. This isn't quite porn, but damn it is pretty.

Sirius/Lestrange brothers

This is one of my all time favorite x-rated HP images. Sirius/Harry/Remus

Can I tell you a secret, /coq/? Back when I was first sorta getting into the internet, I was really only heavily into HP fandom. I was very afraid of 4chan for a long time because in Potter fandom, "chan" denotes shota/loli stuff. So I thought the whole website was for CP. durrrr.

>>46593
woah! who is that by?
i'm lolin at sirius's face

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omg... my life for so many years

>>46587
I was squicked by Snarry for the longest time; my OTPs were Lupin/Snape and Harry/Draco. But then I read really widely-recommended Snarry and I fell in love. Oh god, it broke me ;~; It's so well-written and so sad and so fantastic-- pressed (almost) every button I have. My favorite Snarry.
"Rapture"
http://www.thebejeweledgreenbottle.com/2009%20Mixed%20Games/Fic%20Snitch/snitch-mia_ugly.html
Harry uses a time-turner to visit Snape as a young man

Also a few more Snarrys that I adored
"So Lonely Without Me"
http://caligryphy.livejournal.com/884.html
AU, pre-HBP I thiiiink... Harry and Snape are locked in a set of rooms to train and for their own safety. Overused trope, but executed wonderfully and believably written

"The White Road"
http://snarryhols.occlumens.com/The_White_Road.htm
Lily watches Harry's possible lives from Heaven on what is basically a celestial tv. Characterizations are wonderful, story is compelling. Sex scenes are hot.

"Sing a Mad Rebellion"
http://www.thebejeweledgreenbottle.com/2009%20Mixed%20Games/Fic%20Cauldron/cauldron-femmequixotic.html
This one's really plotty but really good. Muggles take over the Ministry, set out to destroy magic. Harry rebels and tries to overthrow the fascist regime. Ohhh it's so good, highly recommended.

I have a ton of other fics bookmarked for the more popular pairings. Any requests?

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>>46662

Ah, thank you, kind anon. I look forward to reading these!

Also, have some Sirius/Remus

Yukipon's stuff is over posted, but I love how she always draws Harry with his socks and/or shoes on.

>>46684
oh my... for some reason i didn't think of Remus as a DIRTY WOLF BABE this is the best

also I can trust that you guys will provide with porn in which the characters look like men

Oh man, I am totally with the 'didn't know I liked Snarry' crowd. But one day I just really got a hankering for it and... unf. Here are some of my faves:

"Being Snape"
http://www.walkingtheplank.org/archive/viewstory.php?sid=2163
Set post-war with older!Harry, who is married to Ginny and has kids. He has a dirty secret, though, which involves polyjuice and his old professor. Some twists in this fic, and I found it completely charming if a little angsty. Character is great. NC-17.


"Between the Lines"
http://asylums.insanejournal.com/snarry_holidays/30078.html

Set during HBP, before Harry realizes who the Prince is. The book acts a lot like Tom Riddle's diary and... well, you'll see. Some parts are iffy, but wow, it gets steamy in some places.

If you've got some time, maybe spend some time going through this person's Snarry recs. I still do. It's easy to navigate, very thoughtfully organized and commented on.
http://painless-j.net/blog/2007/09/08/hp-recs-snapeharry-medium-length-fics/

>>46709
"between the lines" is my head-canon forever now

a line, a line, a lie, a line (you will); Severus/Harry
Title: a line, a line, a lie, a line (you will)
Warnings: chan (This is a story that spans from Harry's first year at Hogwarts, to what would have been his last), dubious consent
Summary: A lie told often enough becomes the truth.

The words burn into your hand, tracing over the well-worn scars with fresh, blood red lettering. You bite your lip and grip the quill tightly, refusing to give Umbridge the satisfaction of a whimper.

Another sentence. Another.

You try to think about other things but there's nothing in your mind but the immediate sensation of pain. You close your eyes and the shadows of Umbridge's office haunt your vision and the quill is still there, digging lines into your hand. You have the words memorized, hate the curve of each vowel and consonant.

You seethe and grit your teeth as the blood ripples on the surface of your skin. She's looking at you. She knows, you think. But she can't. She can't.

I will not–
...

–tell lies


That's how it begins. With a lie.

You're out past curfew, for the third time in first year, and he catches you, his hand clamping hard on your shoulder. You freeze and you know it's him even before you turn to look at him. His breathing is remarkably easy to identify. The hitch after every third, as though he's trying to hold his tongue. You know he is, know he's itching to yell and insult and curse. You can see by the way he stares at the scar on your forehead that he loathes you. He wants to hurt you. It's obvious. But he can't. He can't because he's your professor, because there are certain rules, but you see it in his dark eyes when he looks at you, a thousand things he'd like to do to you.

You think you'd let him, maybe, just to see. You think you wouldn't, also, because you won't let him, because then you'd lose and he isn't allowed to win.

You glare at him defiantly, but then his hand finds your crotch, pressing the palm against your cock and taking from you in a touch something that might have been childhood.

You think he's already won.
–confess


He didn't kiss you then, but he does. He does.

The first time he kisses you isn't until a week later, and his hands shiver over your chest like vines. You're outside the Great Hall and no one is around and he's so close. His eyes are open when he kisses you, but then, so are yours. It is the first time you've kissed anyone before and he is so heavy against you when he nudges you against the alcove wall. You cry out into his lips but the sound is muffled.

The first time. The very first time. His lips are dry and the kiss tastes like ash. (Is that the way it's supposed to feel?)

You can't forget it, and the feeling of his tongue against your teeth lingers through dinner and into the night.
–dream


He's in your mind. You know it's just your imagination, just a dream, a nightmare. He comes to you and he's against you, that suffocating black cloak pressed over your chest. He rubs you through your pajamas, and you whimper into the flutter of his throat. He kisses and without knowing why, you kiss back. He brings you off without even saying your name, and leaves like it means nothing.

It doesn't. Mean anything. It doesn't.

It's just a dream. You itch and writhe under his touch and it feels nothing like your hand, but it must be, because he's not there, and you don't want him there, and when you wake up in a cold sweat, you tell yourself that it was a nightmare.

He can't have you. Won't. You don't like boys. Men. You don't like Snape. You won't let him touch you, but you can't help what visions your mind creates. Your mind. Your fault. You don't even think to blame him, because he can't get into your mind like that.
–deny


You make yourself forget your first detention with him. It's third year, and it's dark, and the ingredients smell sour like vinegar.

Snape peers over your shoulder, the lank drape of his hair slick on your neck. Sweaty. He's warm against you and you feel his eyes on you, hot as his breath. You move carefully, putting each thing in its place, screwing the lids of the jars on tightly, labelling each in shaky penmanship. The vials clink on the marble counter. The jars are dirty and slide with a sound like sharpened fingernails. The turn of their lids is grating to your ears.

You feel him sneering.

He clears his throat and you spin, turning around and glaring at him with all the courage of your thirteen years. He wanted you to– to look at him, you realize. He was trying to distract you. You drop the jar when he touches you. It shatters, and his eyes widen, but he says nothing. His hand is over your stomach, the caving skin there where the Dursleys refused to feed you. His fingers move lower and open around your cock, stroking it through the skin.

You breathe fast and say, quickly, I'll tell Dumbledore. Don't think I won't.

He stops then, because he knows it's the truth. When he removes his hand and stalks off to the front of the classroom, you reassure yourself that you did the right thing.

You leave the room still hard, and tell Dumbledore nothing.
–desire


He has you pressed back against the bookshelf. The library is calm and deserted and you shouldn’t be here. Out after hours. Shame, Potter. His voice drips like acid into the shell of your ear and you struggle but his fingers are tight and gripping around your slim wrists. You twist but it only traps you further. A dictionary of wizarding herbs digs into your spine.

I hate you, you think, but it doesn’t do any good, because he’s not listening. He kisses you, teeth biting your lips and you want to spit into his mouth and shove him backwards. His cock is hard against your thigh and his hand hovers over the zip on your trousers, before tugging down, pulling them off, exposing you.

He brings you off in a few quick strokes and then is gone again. Silent. You wonder if he came too.

I hate you I hate you I hate you, you think, not sure who the thought is directed toward. The words blend together in your mind as you slip under your invisibility cloak and make your way back to the dormitory.

You won't sleep tonight. Again.
–resist


You're in his office, on his desk, and you're waiting. He teases you with touches and his fingers stray over your collarbone, down your chest, and you just want to let him take you, fuck you, have you in every way he can before lunchtime, but you don't. You shouldn't. You're too young and too carried away with yourself to understand.

Come, he says, his hand against your cock, the touch far too light for your liking.

But you won't. You won't. You refuse to give him the satisfaction. He still has his robes on. You can see the bulge of his erection, but his lips aren't tight like yours. He just looks amused. Amused to have you squirming on his desk, hands crinkling in parchment and upsetting inkpots. You hate him, and swear to never visit his office again. Not for this. No.

When he touches you again, you come, because you don't have a choice. Your body betrays you and you spurt thick and hot over his fingertips.

Never again.
–submit


You're on your hands and knees in his office and he stares down at you like you're weak, like you're nothing. You start to get to your feet, but he tells you, No. So you stay. You stay there and look up at him, and his glower turns to a cruel smile. You know what comes next. He undoes the buckle of his trousers and presents himself to you, one eyebrow raised, waiting.

His cock is smooth and familiar between your lips, but you don't like it. The vein on the underside feels alive under your tongue, but you don't like it. You tell yourself you hate it, but that doesn't explain. That doesn't excuse. You're here and you're hard and you're sucking him off like it matters. You've learned just what to do. Such a good student, Snape says, a wry compliment. You've learned how to take his cock deep, covering your teeth with your lips, burying your nose in the coarse hair at the base. You've learned how to tease the balls with your fingers, how to move your hand in time with your mouth. You've learned to swallow when he comes, not to gag, not to grimace at the salty taste.

You don't like it. You don't.

But you do.

You keep coming back for more.
–hesitate


This is the first time.

You are on his bed and it's not like you expected. The sheets are white and clean and the room is lighter than you thought it would be. He is above you, pressing in, slowly, delicately, and this isn't how it should be. It's supposed to be frantic, and angry, and you hate him, but he's looking at you like you matter.

The Mark on his arm bleeds into your vision, and you buck your hips up to meet his thrusts, even as your mind is screaming that you can't take any more. It's too much, too fast, too big and you're too tight. He moves against you in silence, and you think maybe you should say something, remind him how this doesn't matter. It doesn't. You hate him. You wouldn't be here if not– But there's no reason you can think of. There's no excuse you can grasp for, nothing there at all.

You came here willingly. You always come willingly. His will. At his will. You will.
–act

>>46741

You sit in class on Monday and nothing has happened. You listen to the instructions and brew your potion carefully. Your hand is shaking when Snape walks by, and you clamp it down on the edge of the table so he doesn't notice. Ron and Hermione don't even comment on your strange behavior. It isn't strange to them. They must think it's just Voldemort getting to you again. Does your scar hurt, Harry? They never ask why you've stopped meeting Professor Snape's eyes.

You add your ingredients with determination and watch the potion bubble and steam. It's pitch black and you turn away, because the color matches, and that's not right at all.

You brewed it perfectly.

You curse yourself for it because you should have made a mistake, given Snape a reason to punish you, to give you another detention. He does anyway, and your shoulders slump in relief though you don't dare hazard a smile.
–worship


When he touches you, you don't flinch. You've stopped, even though his hands are still cold and his fingers gnarled at the knuckles. You don't mind that his mouth is dry, because yours is wet, and you kiss him like it's an experiment. Your tongue flicks between his lips and moves slow at first, then faster until you both have to pull apart to breathe.

You slither your hands all over his body, your olive palms covering the pale map of his chest. You feel every inch of him and he lets you, and you let him, and it is allowed. You hate the way he ignores you, but he pays attention to you here, now, and it's nothing like the first time. It's not quick or rushed like it should be. It's slow, drawn out like a languishing parenthetical, a swoop that goes on forever.

You still come like a teenager, but it seems to last longer. He doesn't pull away from you and dress himself as soon as it's over this time. And he won't the next time either. Or the time after that. You just lie there, together, and that's almost nice, or would be, until you remember who you're with. Even then, it's warm, at least.
–envy


And then, you hate him.

You catch him in his office (no, Slughorn's) with Draco Malfoy. They're sweating and panting and Malfoy's eyes are shut and his legs are spread and his mouth is open and Snape is all over him. All over him. You bolt from the doorway without bothering to think if they heard you. Your shadow catches up with you somewhere down the corridor and the portraits are all staring at you. They know. They see it, too.

Your cheeks are flushed and you're breaking, hands on your thighs as you breathe. Fuck, fuck, fuck, you think, because there's nothing left to think. You don't care, you remind yourself, because it was all a mistake. An accident.

He can have Malfoy for all you care.
–endure


The detentions are painful for you now. He doesn't touch you, says nothing, hands you your instructions in writing. You write essays about dark magic that you are not studying, and dark creatures you've never been taught. Your penmanship is perfect, and you turn in more than enough inches, but still he is silent.

He saw you. He knows. He has chosen. It's over.
–hunger


You know it's for the best when Dumbledore falls at his hand. You hate him, then. You should have trusted your instincts. You should have seen. You should never, never–

You were wrong. You believed him when he whispered your name, not Potter, but Harry, once, just that once. You thought things could be... something. Something different. You were wrong and now you hate him. As you chase after him, your blood boils with the urge to attack. To hurt. You throw curse after curse at him and all the while he resists. He blocks and taunts and that only hurts you more. He doesn't speak a single curse in retaliation.

You try to forget everything he's telling you because none of that matters. He doesn't put up a fight like a proper enemy. He doesn't regard you as the Boy Who Lived. You aren't a hero to defeat. You're no one.

You wonder if you were ever worth his breath.
–yearn


You can't stop thinking about him. He's in your dreams and your thoughts and he's caught in your throat when you go to speak, to practice hexes with Ron and Fred and George. The words tumble out in the wrong order and they ask you if you're all right. You don't tell them. You can't. It's wrong, the things you're thinking.

You will never forgive him. You hate him, and you want to show him just how much. You'll fuck him this time, your cock thick inside of him. You'll pin him down and have him tied with spells and binds. You'll make him come. You won't kiss him after. You'll leave him for the Aurors to find. You'll let him be killed and you will feel no remorse. You hate him with every bone in your body, but you can't stop thinking about him.

His eyes are darker than the night itself and they haunt your vision when you're sitting at the breakfast table with Hermione and Ron.

Soon, you tell yourself. Soon you'll be out there searching. You'll find him.
–hate


He's looking at you. You're looking at him. His wand is steady in his hand but yours is shaking. Your eyes are just as dark as his now, and your mouth is a thin, hardened line. You think you might even be sneering. You hope you are.

Avada–

He's dodged the curse as soon you can finish it and retaliates quickly with a spell you don't recognize. You fly backwards, your back slamming onto the ground with an aching thud.

A moment later, he's on top of you, hissing filthy things in your ear, teeth grazing your neck as he speaks. They're still yellow. His hair is still greasy and unkempt. His eyes look tired now, though, like he's been running for too long. He has.

You want to ask where Malfoy is, if they've fucked every day since they left Hogwarts. If they liked it. If he loves him.

You don't need to, though, because Snape tells you, quietly, that Malfoy is dead. Your whole body stills underneath him, and you don't ask who killed him, because you don't need to. You understand, and something inside you, that part so set on tearing Snape limb from limb, wavers.
–suffer


He lets you hit him, so you do. You beat your fists against his chest as hard as you can. You're surprised when he doesn't break. You wait for the crack of ribs, but you're not strong enough for that. He doesn't wince or grimace. You'd think it wasn't even painful. Maybe it isn't. He deserves it.

You stop. You're seventeen and you're beating him up like you would a school bully. You should kill him.

You don't.

You kiss him instead. It hurts more that way, you tell yourself. You kiss him to feel the pout of his lower lip between your teeth, to feel his tongue, rough and weary, under yours. You kiss him to hurt him, not because you want to. You don't.

You arch up against his body and he lets you. He lets you push him back and to the ground, lets you strip him bare, lets you fuck him. Dry. He deserves it. He doesn't even cry out when you come inside him, and it makes you think this isn't the first time.

You don't get up and walk away, and neither of you reach for your wands.
–admit


It's an unspoken decision when the two of you open the door and stumble inside, panting as your footsteps creak over the crooked floorboards. This is where he's been hiding out all this time. With the boy he couldn't save, in the end. You don't ask where Malfoy is. You don't want to know. You kiss Snape again before he can say more, and soon he has you pushed back on the couch in the front parlor.

His cock is hot in your hands as you release it from his trousers, stroking it roughly. You're just doing this because there's nothing else to do. Nothing left to do. Yes, that's exactly it. Pure need. Nothing more. Pure distraction.

There are new scars on his shoulders when you touch him. You didn't notice them when you were outside. You didn't notice anything, then. You think you might have hurt him. Silently, you hope you did. Silently, you hope he'll hurt you, but he takes his time preparing you, and it feels good and right and that's wrong. You hate each other and the war is bringing wizards down all around you, and this should be just as violent.

It's out of place.

You let him fuck you slow, because you tell yourself that you'll kill him once it's over. He faces you, your legs around his waist, and breathes slowly against your chest once he's come. You don't let him kiss you after that. You turn away and refuse to give him the satisfaction of your glassy-eyed expression. It says everything you deny.
–trust


That evening, he takes you in his mouth like it is supplication.

His tongue is hot against the head of your cock, and you lie back, breathing hard, your fingers twisting in his hair. It feels silky against your hand, black and oily and comforting in its familiarity. He takes your cock deep, to the root, and you think he must be choking. He's breathing shallow through his nose and you feel your cock scraping the roof of his mouth as he slides his lips back up the shaft again.

You say things like Yes and More, and you mean every word. You're helpless and your hips are rocking forward like loose hinges. Your cock slides in and out of his mouth, fucking his throat, and you are lost. When you come, he could grab his wand and curse you, kill you.

He doesn't. But then, you knew he wouldn't.
–surrender


You entertain the fantasy of never going back to the Order, of staying here in this secret place and hiding from Ron and Hermione and everyone you remember in that life you once led. Snape doesn't see the scar when he looks at you. He's never wanted to.

Potter, he calls you, and you could be anyone. Sometimes he doesn't even bother to name you at all. He fucks you like you're anyone, but you understand, and you trust, and you imagine if you just said the right words, he would break in your arms and tell you a thousand secrets. Maybe that would be nice, but you're content for now. You don't need him, but you want him, and that's good. Not needing.

You can both stand on your own two feet.
–fall in love


It has been two months and you think people will wonder where you are, muse over the possible circumstances of your death, hold a funeral in your honor, empty casket. You kiss Snape in the morning and he fucks you against the dusty pillowcase as the sunlight streams through the cracked window pane. His hands are calloused and rough as he pins you back, his cock slicing in and out of you like a knife.

You meet his eyes, just as your hips meet his with each thrust. You're silent, save for your shallow breathing.

I love you I love you I love you. (You never say it.)

He hears you, you think. You need to believe that, otherwise everything is irrelevant. It is anyway, but it's all right. You're used to each other now, and while your shared words are still few, still gruff and cold, the touches are warm. You try to remember how you got here, why you've stayed.

You think if it was all a dream, you'd wake up and go back and do it all over again. You're not sure if you're lying to yourself about that, but the words sound nice enough in your head, and when you come hot over Snape's hands and your stomach, you feel like they could be true.
...


Your eyes snap open and the back of your hand burns. You stare at the parchment and see that you've written the sentence twenty times over. You hadn't even realized it. You look at the clock and it's only been five minutes.

It felt like so much longer.

When Umbridge catches your eye, she looks at you, stares at you. She knows, you think. She knows exactly what you were thinking, exactly what you saw, because this time the cuts sting more harshly than before.

You look down at your hand, and it's all there right in front of you, spelled out like the lifeline on your palm. Destiny.

I will not tell lies.

But you do. You have. You will.

IT TOOK YOU LONG ENOUGH, /COQ/

ugly Snape is my hard-core kink, none of that magically pretty shit

>>46744
Ugly Snape and actual Voldemort (not that "oh he's magically like he was as Tom Riddle" crap) are two things I enjoy.

>>46745
> "oh he's magically like he was as Tom Riddle"

What do you mean by that, anon?

>>46746

Not the anon you're replying to, but in porny fanart folks have a tendency to portray Voldemort as pre-horcrux Tom Riddle on the grounds that Voldemort is creepy and unattractive. Personally, I think it's that very creepiness that makes anyone/Voldy so sexy.

>>46742
I don't even like this pairing, but that was beautiful

Does anyone have any Snape/Lockhart? I used to have a few links but my computer got wiped and I really want them back.

Another 'i didn't know i liked Snarry' person here

http://predatrix.slashcity.org/fiction/occtable.htm
Occasional Table. It's hilarious. read it right now.

http://www.walkingtheplank.org/archive/viewstory.php?sid=1890&warning=4
Convenience, also a good one

incest and shota

female presence

Some Harry/Draco recs; one of HP's biggest ships, and there's a lot of really fantastic fic written for it. Some of my favorites:

"What Could Have Been (And What Was)"
http://hdworldcup.onnedhiel.net/teamfanon/what_could_have_been.html
How Harry and Draco 'got together'... just read it and you'll see :) Interesting structure

"On One's Knees"
http://hdworldcup.onnedhiel.net/teamfanon/on_ones_knees.html
EVERYTHING that this person writes is gold. She's written some great Snarrys, too, but H/D is her best, and this is my favorite one. Draco spent time in Azkaban, his knees are fucked up, he's living in poverty, Healer Potter to the rescue. I'm a bit of a h/c junkie, and this is perfect, because Draco's not wallowing in his sorrows; he grudgingly takes the help, if only to be able to work. It's wonderful, and I've reread it several times.

"Reparo"
http://www.bigbang.inkubation.net/bbb3/reparo.html
8th year fic, highly recommended

"The Years that Walk Between"
http://femmequixotic.livejournal.com/312047.html
Past Snape/Draco, present Harry/Draco. Sad, touching, and written by one of the best H/D authors out there

"Things that Change"
http://eutychides.livejournal.com/292.html (part one)
http://eutychides.livejournal.com/6844.html (links to every part)
This fic singlehandedly made me enjoy mpreg, something that I pretty much hated. Holy shit, it's so good. The whole 'pregnancy' thing makes sense within the context of the characters and within the Potterverse, and each character is well fleshed-out and well-written, and the relationship between Harry and Draco is really interesting. Highly recommended.

"The Price We Pay for Wings"
http://www.hdhols.com/djinniyah.html

The only fanfic that's ever made me cry :(

I don't suppose anyone has some goodies/recs for the AS/S ship?

I recall reading an epic two-parter featuring them and the other assorted kids we're introduced to in the epilogue (including some original characters like Dudley's son Rambo) that was amazing, but I've long since forgotten the title of it. If anyone knows which fic I'm talking about, anything along that line of quality would be great.

>>46804
Oh wow, I thought some bald dude was fucking Harry from the preview.

Who remembers Pornish Pixies?!?!?! That was my favourite place back in the day (like 5 yrs ago or something)
So... old fics are old (and awesome)


Downfall by rantipole
http://community.livejournal.com/pornish_pixies/380912.html
HP/LV
Warnings: D/s, mild S/M, weirdness, mindfuck
Summary: “In the quiet hush of the night the voice whispered into his mind; soft, but it sent him soaring, his heart pounding a slow pulse behind every feeling, everything sharper."
This is still one of my 3 all time favourite FFs out there. It is very in character and the dialogue in this one is very intense (yes and also hot). Can't say much about the story itself without giving away too much, though.

Give and it shall be given unto you
HP/SS
http://www.squidge.org/~kali/hp/give.html
Warnings: Broken!Sub!Snape, DarkishLord!Dom!Harry, 2nd person narrative, fluid time-line,
Summary: "Surprises are foolish things. The pleasure is not enhanced, and the inconvenience is often considerable."
Okay, warnings sound a bit odd with this one but don't lett this deterr you from reading this. The 2n Person narrative gives this story a very personal feeling. It is set after the downfall of Voldemort and you follow Snape on a very important day: They have captured one of the last free-running deatheaters: Lucius Malfoy.
An must read with various other pairings on the side.

Marked, Defiled by trifles
http://community.livejournal.com/pornish_pixies/369902.html
HP/SS
Warnings: chains, but no whips; not terribly cheery; perhaps a shade of non-con
"Summary": Harry got captured by Snape. Character study.
This is a poem. A motherfucking POEM. (more of a Ballad actually; rhyme scheme and metre and all)
What really got me hooked are the interesting enjambements and play with homophone /-glyphs. (So I'm an English/German major with bad grammar, sue me)
I have memorized it since the day I first read it (20/11/2005; I was 14 btw) and I still can recite it and also still do so.
Read that. Just do it. It will blow your mind.

>>46835

Hell yeah I remember Pornish Pixies! They went down in the big kerfluffle over loli/shota/chan on LJ, right?

Only problem with Blood Sugar Sex & Magic is that it mostly looks like chan. Not this one though

>>46842
Yeah, only learnt of that later on since I wasn't into HP at that time anymore. After looking into it a bit it felt like that community or rather the reporting someone had done, kicked the whole discussion loose in the first place. Sure looked like hell would have been a nicer place to be around that time.

>>46847

They've since moved to IJ, but I never really kept up with it. I haven't been in HP fandom for a couple of years. Even when I was my stay in it was brief; HP was one of those rare series that I found complete enough to not excite my fannish speculation.

>>46850
I got into (slash) HP when book 4 came out and stayed for about 3-4 years. The FFs in this Fandom actually helped me in learning English since I got bored of German fics at one point (they all seemed the same back then) and started to seek out "new ideas" in the English speaking fnadom. Downside is, I only ever was a lurker because of that.
That fandom has produced some awesome fics that I still like to got back to (s.a.). It was funny to see how my preferred fics evolved from "as long as it's HP/DM anything goes" to a more refined HP/SS and then onwards to slowly, purposely seeking out "good fics" with süecific themes but all sorts of Harry featured pairings (mostly at least).

>>46603
Heh, I wish I knew. One of many ripped from /y/ at some point.

This too. It's Tom Riddle/Harry groping in a subway. Derp.

>>46763
Is there a fic to this? I want it.

>>46749
In fanfic, too. Which annoys me to no end.

>>46679
Snape's face in this picture has always turned me on.

/r/ing Lucius/Rodolphus
There's gotta be something.

>>46809

Ah, found the fic I was thinking of:

The Road Less Travelled
http://scoradh.livejournal.com/123296.html#cutid1

It's epilogue fic that follows Albus & Severus through their first years at Hogwarts. The slash doesn't come to fruition until the sequel. DON'T let the fact that it's epilogue set turn you off. It and its sequel are probably some of the best-written, most beautiful fic I've read. The author has an incredible knack for characterization, and she paints the world the story's set in without resorting to a lot of purple prose. Really, it's fantastic.

She also wrote some D/H fic, which I haven't read because I'm not fond of the pairing. Still, I'll rec it based purely on the fact that she wrote it.

http://scoradh.livejournal.com/146063.html#cutid1

You know I'm surprised there isn't much Rufus/Percy shit out there. Percy is such a cockslut

>>46998
There just need to be more Percy. Period.

I like my gingers prissy, weedy, pasty and bespectacled.

>>47004>>46998

Second. I admit that one of my ships is Oliver/Percy. Even though it's so cliched. There just too damn cute!

"This Odd Sea"
http://artemis-sparks.livejournal.com/12018.html
After Fred's funeral, Percy decides to come out.

"How Percy Won the War"
http://community.livejournal.com/hpvalensmut/99039.html
Basically a love story between Percy and Oliver through the years. Sweet and sad.

"Smile, Fond"
http://cest-what.livejournal.com/9838.html
Post-Hogwarts, Oliver is working as a reporter and has an unrequited crush on his best friend. The story is sweet and the sex (well, foreplay) is hot ;)

>>46998
Exactly. Percy would happily suck any cock in the ministry, it's practically canon. Also Rufus is handsome and curmudgeonly. IT IS THE BEST PAIRING, OBVIOUSLY.

Snarry is, no lie, my all time, #1, Most Hated Pairing of all time.

Once upon a time, I had folders of highly porny pictures to offer this thread, but death of a laptop has made that no more.

/r/ more Grindeldore.

>>47117
While this isn't porn I just love how the characters are interpreted.

>>47027

Thank you so much! Now I have some thing to read once I'm off work!

>>47027 >>47038
Breathe By: underlucius
Pairing: Percy/Lucius
Warnings: drug use, breathplay



1. Inhale

"Sit"

The chair is rickety, with a damaged basket weave and he stammers a refusal before he realises it is not a request. Lucius looks at him coolly, and Percy blushes, guessing what was in the new Minister's mind.

No worse than you grew up with, poor little poor boy.

A subtle flick of the wand, almost an afterthought of movement and a sybarite's chair transforms; leather, padding, footrest. All delivered with a mocking mouth, and a slender graceful gesture of wrist, hand and fingers. The not-request is repeated, and Percy, fingers sliding over the softest leather, as unfamiliar as the scents in the Minister's room, buries himself in the chair and it embraces him, smothers him, like ... a mother.

"Mr Weasley," the Minister says, and Percy notices the scar on the side of his face; it pulls at the corner of his mouth giving him that mocking expression, even when he is not looking at you. He wonders why he has not had it fixed. With a flash of clarity, he stops wondering.

The silence is deadly, threatening to wrench the room into a vacuum of words and thoughts. Percy tries looking at his hands, then at the desk and finally up at the Minister's face. None of it helps; it's like water torture, the maddening dripdripdrip of silence which breaks the soul with the certainty of the next sound.

Another elegant gesture and another cordial invitation. And Percy is a yes man.

Afterwards, he can only remember the reflection of the powder of the mirror. grasping at straws he thinks, stifling a giggle as his clothes fall away.

2. Hypoventilation

"Out" ….

And he concentrates on the fan on the ceiling with its pendulous certainty.

It slices the afternoon into equal arcs of bamboo time. Reflex - relax - convex. The concentration weighs it down, burns his lungs, trammels it from being something taken for granted, and every cell answers his command.

Not his own.

"In."

And the hand slides over his chest, nails gently scoring - white-lines-white; while the other, oiled-ready, makes noises somewhere that sound like virgins kissing. Each nipple is tortured with expert fingers, clipping cool metal which tastes like the powder in his sinuses. Pain ricochets through tortured nerves playing high notes from nipples to toes - connection - correction. And the water torture of please please please…

"Out."

Exhale...his lungs on fire, coughs. No. NO! Pressure. Pressure-pain receding and the light is removed in reproval. The silk is cool against his eyes and gives him something to concentrate on. Fingers on parched lips, fingers on his parched cock, his name, a velvet whisper in a poisoned glove, "disobey me Percy, please." He can do this, he can do this...focus focus focus.. He can do anything...bright spots before the eyes.

"In"

Over the head, calluses catching at the vein and wetness trails coolly over his own skin and the back of his head opens. The pillow keeps his mind from spilling over. In so deep he can't tell how deep it is, are they still fingers? Or has he? He can't tell.

"Out."

Someone is kissing him, and he licks the last grains of powder from above the gently curving mouth. Bitter melts onto his tastebuds - and he tastes like the drug - and he wonders if he always did. The kiss deepens and now Lucius is breathing with him...for him… Percy panics for a second, a convulsive struggle, useless against the cords, then there - there it is, the symbiosis: the circle, the orobouros of Lucius' control.

Now he welcomes the invading fingers because they are theirs, and his hips push his cock up and up and in and forever into the darkness because the darkness is here. In. Out. Shared. His balls burn and the universe explodes out of his cock in hot wet bursts.

The walls are white now, and pulsing in their rhythm, one perfect moment when he sees himself in the centre of Lucius' soul, splayed like a starfish, and so very beautiful. In. Out. In.

Out.

In.

3. Exhale

And when he wakes, the world is white again, face stuck to porcelain tiles. His head makes him pay, and his nose makes him pay. The porcelain shouts his name and the water giggles his weaknesses. The coins are cool, but they burn in his pocket all the same.

>>46908


FFFF
I SPENT 4 HOURS READING THAT STORY AND ITS EPILOGUE, GETTING EMOTIONALLY INVESTED AND VERY TURNED ON AND I GET A COP OUT WHERE THERE SHOULD BE PORN
but it has a very lovely ending and i would not replace those 4 hours ever.

so i demand more scorpius/albus severus

>>47138

Ah, a convert! I'm glad you enjoyed the rec anon, and as for your request, I'm happy to deliver.

I Would Totally Shag your Father: http://ficsofillrepute.livejournal.com/8479.html

I faved this author for some reason but it's been so long I don't recall which story in particular I liked. Anyway, she has a bunch of AS/S stuff up.
http://hollycomb.livejournal.com/166934.html

The AS/S Ship Community: http://community.livejournal.com/the_ass_ship/

Another AS/S community:
http://community.livejournal.com/scorpialbus/

I could've sworn I had more faved than that, but I guess not. There's plenty to look through on the LJ comms, though. If you find something good, rec it!

>>47117 more grindeldore you say? ;D

>>46744

Ugly Snape is my fucking fetish, man. Seriously, if I wanted KAWAII BISHIE UGUUS~ I wouldn't be in the HP fandom.

So, anyone have any more fic recs? Snape/Harry set while Harry is still a student would be most appreciated.

>>46662
I just finished "Rapture". I don't think a fic has ever affected me like that.

>>46662

I just spent the night reading "The White Road," and I want to thank you for introducing me to that fic. I have never had a story affect me like that, on such an emotional level.

I actually cried at several parts; this is single-handily the best fic I have ever read.

>>46662

You have excellent tastes, and I wish to request all of your HP recs

>>47242
AGREED

If I wanted kawaii bishies I'd... well... I 'd have to revert back to my middle-school self. *shudders*

Here, have some gorgeous work by fanlay

>>46662
Dear Anon, I have read through your recommendations and find myself in need for more of your wisdom. Are there any other Snarry fics you can suggest?

>>47127
I love this.

Before tonight, I hadn't read Harry Potter fanfics in 8 fucking years.
DAMN YOU /COQ/!
<3
anon

>>47299

YOU ARE VERY WELCOME.

...also pic not slash - but hilarious!

requesting Marauderers.

I just recently got pulled into the Snarry fandom as well. Lots of the fics recomended here and more awsome fics can be found here http://archive.skyehawke.com/main.php?list=2
only the best writers from LJ are allowed to post their stuff here and it takes minimal sifting

>>47253
I can't even describe how that fic made me feel. To me it totally transcended the fanfiction genre. It's one of my favorite pieces of pop writing ever.

>>47261
"The White Road" is excellent, I'm glad you liked it.

>>47262
>>47295
Most of the Snarry recs I have are basically well-written smut and not as emotionally charged, but I'll post them because ~omg porn :3~
I also posted the Harry/Draco recs and the Percy/Oliver recs. I rarely bookmark fic (well, back when I read HP all the time), and I wouldn't recommend anything unless it was worthy of being recced (see Snarry fics).

"Flip"
http://snarkyscorp.livejournal.com/75890.html
5 vignettes about Harry and Snape's encounters. Well-written and hottttt

"A Little Death"
http://schemingreader.dreamwidth.org/368443.html
Snape doesn't die at the end. This basically a poem written in Spenserian stanzas, but don't let it turn you off.

"Help Wanted: God and Executioner"
http://archive.skyehawke.com/story.php?no=15294
AU after HBP, Harry goes to Snape during the war. I love this author :)

"This Boy's Life"
http://archive.skyehawke.com/story.php?no=14247
Same author: Snape tells Harry about Lily and James and Hogwarts, and Harry has to repay him with... well, you'll see. Wrenching, sad... lonely!Snape is the best Snape.

I have some great Lupin/Snape recs and some amazing rarepair stuff

>>47382

Oh! I love rarepare! Any rarepare! Post away, my dear anon!

Also /r/ing some mother fucking NEVILLE.

>>47387
same rec anon, have some Neville rarepairs

"Strange Bedfellows"
http://casspeach.livejournal.com/25399.html#cutid1
Draco/Neville. omg I fucking love Draco/Neville. In this one, Draco is working for Neville in the ministry and dealing with some pretty heavy stuff with everyone hating him and his parents in jail etc... Neville gives him a fair chance, and... you'll see :)

"Theft of Assets, Destruction of Property"
http://helenish.talkoncorners.net/theft.html
Draco loses his virginity to Neville, then doesn't see him for years. Lucius sues Neville for 'raping' his son, and a forced marriage ensues.

"The One That Got Away"
http://community.livejournal.com/reversathon/113225.html
Neville/Snape. Neville and Snape are 'bonded' in a battle. Lighthearted and smutty. Also bottom!Snape, which ngl I fucking love

"My Own Personal Boggart"
http://community.livejournal.com/reversathon/125519.html
Neville/Snape again. Um, extremely graphic description of torture and injuries. Snape also castrated and blinded. If you don't mind that stuff, it's a nice read.

I've definitely read other Neville pairings, but don't have any other fics saved. Maybe someone else will help?

>>47382
Holy shit I love rarepairings! Toss your recs this way, mate

Hey guys, I want to /r/ a fanart I haven't seen in a while but has haunted me: It's Percy, fallen asleep on his book while the Gryffindor team plays outside. He dreams that Harry is blowing him while Oliver Wood has his mouth on his ass. Pretty high quality art, too.

Anybody have it?

Need some Draco/Ron up in here.

Or just plain old Ron.

>>47451
"One Step"
http://community.livejournal.com/ficadron/13656.html
Draco is captured by Ron while he's living @ Shell Cottage with Bill and Fleur during the first war. Well-written, hot, and believable; a very good read.

"How Ron Weasley Learned to Tolerate Kimchi and Draco Malfoy "
http://community.livejournal.com/balloonstrings/26670.html
Sort of a cracky concept, but exquisitely executed. Ron is an Auror sent to Seoul to investigate Malfoy, who had been living there undercover for years. Sex scenes are fantastic, and the city is a character in itself. Highly recommended. Fanart related :)

>>47455

That first one was brilliant. Thanks for posting <3