Um....ok....*thinks* *thinks even harder* *brain goes esplodey from all the thinking*
1. Fandom or original Um, fandom. 2. Ship if any Lucius/Severus 3. prompt words or scenario "Did you really think you could get away with it?", "Yes Master", and.... chains.
Oh Shite! Um, er, Rom has never written a pron scene with Severus. It may have to be on the cracky side.
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Apparently there is nothing that cannot happen today.
Mark Twain
Angels, pixies, faerie dust Treading love and living lust. ~Jaesse Tyler
“Lucius, Lucius Malfoy,” the rattled voice called. Lucius woke from his chair by the fire, in terror. He believed the man who had that voice was dead, truly dead.
“Yes, Master,” he replied as his eyes scanned the room.
Chains rattled next to him and he jumped knocking over his snifter of brandy.
“Did you really think you could get away with it?” the voice said sardonically.
“Get away with what?”
“Leaving my body in the Shrieking Shack, after all I did for you. Did you think just because I am a ghost I cannot inflict punishment onto my pet?”
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Apparently there is nothing that cannot happen today.
Mark Twain
Angels, pixies, faerie dust Treading love and living lust. ~Jaesse Tyler
asplody brains are not allowed here. Too tempting for some of us to have a feeding frenzy.
I'll see what I can do with this after I get my fest fics typed and off to the beta shop.
Anaquana, my muse will not let me write drabbles at the present. So, you will have to be satisfied with sharing your ficlet with the masses. I think your love of a certain Weasley helped to inspire this.
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Sorry this is late, JKP!!
Unbeta'd for now.
Beautiful Betrayal
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“Did you really think you could get away with it?”
Lucius let his words whisper through the darkness even though he knew speaking broke all the tenets of his master.
“Of what do you speak: do you think I fear kidnapping you from your bed? Of course, I have no apprehension of recriminations. Your wife is far too Slytherin and far too much of a diplomat to report you missing – not with the small Dark Mark hanging over where you had lain. She values the respect that you have been working so very hard to build these past several months too much to jeopardize it by allowing incriminating news to spread.”
The word ‘respect’ was laced with such scorn that Lucius could feel a chill hiss down his spine, and it was not due to the dampness of the dungeon, nor his state of undress. A handful of his hair was grabbed, and his head was pulled almost harshly backwards. “But that isn’t what I think you are speaking of at all. Am I correct, pet?”
“Yes, Master.” The words grated against his throat, though they had once come so naturally. “Do you really think the world will continue to believe you dead?” he ventured; his tone was soft, respectful.
“They thought Voldemort dead for thirteen years, and he died a villain, not a bloody love struck hero.” Lucius let the silky voice of Severus Snape whisper across his cheek, and he hoped that his long time lover was correct and that the world remained ignorant of the Half-Blood Prince’s true status.
Alive. His true Master. More powerful than he had ever been before he hid from the light of day.
He was pulled rather roughly to his feet. He fought back a groan as the chains that shackled him to the floor brushed against his legs, the cold metal wrapping around the sensitive flesh of his legs where they had cramped from kneeling on the floor at Severus’s feet.
“Do you really believe that is the world I belong in anyway?” Severus whispered in his ear, and Lucius stifled a moan at the feeling of his warm breath against the back of his neck and the rub of robes against his naked flesh. “Do you really think that I belong in a world that would honor me as a hero and think you respectable?”
Ducking his head to hide his smile behind his long blond hair, Lucius reached behind him to run a hand up his old friend’s thigh. “No, Master.”
He sighed as arms wrapped around him, and the world that had been tilting out of control since the Dark Lord’s death finally settled around him. Because his Master was correct – that bright world where he was well thought-of was not where he truly belonged. He never had. He belonged in the hidden world of shadows and dark magic, with a Master to care for him.
He belonged in the arms of his Severus because what they shared was such a beautiful betrayal against the magical world.
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10-15-2007, 11:58 PM 
It may have to be on the cracky side. 
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Ky might actually have a bunny.
I try to tell her what to do... honest.
Too tempting for some of us to have a feeding frenzy. 
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