Call me Lemon or LV. I write smut and other things. Currently going back to my roots and reworking never-before-seen Snape/Hermione fic. Cormoran/Robin is hibernating in my heart.
A bit more of "Bonds of Fealty," to remind me to keep working so I can publish this eventually! (I just had to scrap about 3k of the other piece in the duology, because it got lost and the point at which I went off-track was further back than I had hoped. Alas, alack. The work continues.) This bit is from just after a very pivotal moment:
The magic running over Hermione’s skin makes her shiver. It tightens for a long moment, thrumming between them, then dissipates, leaving only the memory of it tingling in her veins.
“What have we done?” she asks, when it’s done. Her hand is still on his face.
Snape’s eyes are far away, and he blinks back into the moment, focusing on the wrinkle in her brow.Â
“Something that hasn’t been done in living memory, I think,” he replies. Hermione can feel his voice vibrating beneath her hand. She can’t bear to draw it away, though. She’s missed the feeling of touching other people.
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I couldn't find a way to trim this further that gave a sense of the tone and the setting nearly as well, so for the first WIP Wednesday in quite a while, have a hearty taste instead of a morsel! This is from a piece currently saved under the title "Bonds of Fealty," the first part of a duology featuring Hermione Granger, Severus Snape, and rather a lot of me having fun with worldbuilding and character dynamics.
Snape nods, his hair falling forward over his face. “Yes.” His fingers, tapping. “I have— extensive wards placed on my home, but they were—” He licks his lips again. “I needed—”
He looks so tense, mouth pinched, fingers restless. Hermione has the fleeting thought that she’d like to still his hands, push back his hair. Soothe him. He looks so young to her now, or perhaps it’s just that she feels so old.
“Someone got through your wards,” she says, not really a guess. “You’re not hurt, though, are you?”
“No,” Snape says. “No, I am unharmed.”Â
She watches his face as he trails off, his thin lips moving soundlessly for a moment. It’s as though he doesn’t know what to say, she thinks, and realizes she knows what comes next. It’s the reason they’re all here, in the end.
“You didn’t have anywhere else to go,” she says. A statement, not a question.
He looks at her, sharp, but she doesn’t flinch. She just lets her words hang there, and watches as he unclenches his mouth, his hands.
“Just so,” he says at last.
I hope you are all well! It's been quite a while since I last posted here or on AO3, hasn't it?
It's been a strange few years, and I drifted away from both fandom and writing for a lot of it. Then, a little bit back, a family member passed away and in cleaning out their things I found some of my own belongings from oh so many years ago, including a fistful of ancient flashdrives. And on one of them was a pile of WIPs from when I was in the Harry Potter fandom of old, and re-reading them reignited my writing brain and now I've been working on fic again, at long last.
However, I haven't returned to the Strike fandom, I'm sad to say. I still love the characters and most certainly everyone I met, as a Strike fan, but many of you will understand when I say that I can't force myself back to writing them.
So in this brave new year, I'll be returning to some ancient roots of mine, and working on HP fic, starting with the overhaul of some of those rediscovered Snape/Hermione stories. I understand completely if this isn't what you came to my writing for, and I expect quite a few of you to unsubscribe and no hard feelings at all. I can only follow my muse, and I hope you'll give these new-old stories of mine a chance once they're ready for the light of day.
I do hope that at some point, my writing brain will turn back to my unfinished Strike fics, and I'll let you know if and when it does. Until then, I look forward to seeing you around on Tumblr once more!
A two-week-long celebration of friendship and platonic affection between any and all characters from the Strike books! Gen fic is non-romantic/non-sexual fic, centering on a single character or platonic relationships, such as friendships or familial connections.
I know we all adore Cormoran/Robin, and Nick/Ilsa, but this fest is meant to bring forward more of the & relationships! Main characters, minor characters, even original characters are welcome, as long as your works center the “gen” aspect. (Background ships are still welcome, of course!)
There’s so much room to play, from Robin’s friends from school to Cormoran’s friends from his time in SIB, the Ellacott family dynamics, the interconnectness of Cornwall, the friendly office banter or a parent’s love for their child. Whatever draws your interest, explore it!
Please feel free to make fic, art, meta posts, graphics, playlists, or any other thing your heart desires for this event. All is welcome.
AO3 collection is here; posting starts June 13.
Prompt list in plaintext below the cut, but they’re guidelines only; if your interest takes you elsewhere, please follow it.
A two-week-long celebration of friendship and platonic affection between any and all characters from the Strike books! Gen fic is non-romantic/non-sexual fic, centering on a single character or platonic relationships, such as friendships or familial connections.
I know we all adore Cormoran/Robin, and Nick/Ilsa, but this fest is meant to bring forward more of the & relationships! Main characters, minor characters, even original characters are welcome, as long as your works center the "gen" aspect. (Background ships are still welcome, of course!)
There's so much room to play, from Robin's friends from school to Cormoran's friends from his time in SIB, the Ellacott family dynamics, the interconnectness of Cornwall, the friendly office banter or a parent's love for their child. Whatever draws your interest, explore it!
Please feel free to make fic, art, meta posts, graphics, playlists, or any other thing your heart desires for this event. All is welcome.
AO3 collection is here; posting starts June 13.
Prompt list in plaintext below the cut, but they're guidelines only; if your interest takes you elsewhere, please follow it.
Week One - June 13-19
Day 1: "Teach me?"
Day 2: Masham
Day 3: Hobby
Day 4: "You did what?"
Day 5: Dancing
Day 6: University
Day 7: Comfort
Week 2 - June 20-26
Day 8: "Shut up!"
Day 9: High-five
Day 10: Denmark Street
Day 11: Scars
Day 12: "Here, let me."
Day 13: St Mawes
Day 14: Disguises
Tagging some people who might be interested! Sorry if I leave anyone out, I'm sure I'm not up-to-date on who all is active in the fandom these days. Please let me know if you'd like to be included in future tag lists, or taken off of this one.
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Thank you to @lulacat3 for tagging me! This is from the document I've edited most recently, so I'll assume it counts.
Rules: Write the latest line(s) from your WIP and tag as many people as there are words in the (last) line. Make a new post, don’t reblog.
Strike bites gently at her earlobe, avoiding the sparkly, dangling earrings she’s wearing, and Robin keens softly.
There are 17 words in that sentence, and I'm not sure I even know 17 people to tag, so please let me assure you that I have tagged you in this post if you'd like to do one of your own!
Robin marries Matthew. Cormoran arrives at the church. You know this story.
But maybe you don’t. Their timing has always been wrong.
A phone call might change that, though. If Robin can be wicked, be brave...
Heaven preserve me from littleness and pleasantness and smoothness.
A canon divergent fic in which Robin reclaims her life and finds her way back to Denmark Street. Read it now on AO3.
Robin marries Matthew. Cormoran arrives at the church. You know this story.
But maybe you don’t. Their timing has always been wrong.
A phone call might change that, though. If Robin can be wicked, be brave...
Heaven preserve me from littleness and pleasantness and smoothness.
A canon divergent fic in which Robin reclaims her life and finds her way back to Denmark Street. Read it now on AO3.
Robin marries Matthew. Cormoran arrives at the church. You know this story.
But maybe you don’t. Their timing has always been wrong.
A phone call might change that, though. If Robin can be wicked, be brave...
Heaven preserve me from littleness and pleasantness and smoothness.
A canon divergent fic in which Robin reclaims her life and finds her way back to Denmark Street. Read it now on AO3.
“Alpha,” she murmurs into the skin of his neck, “Cormoran, I missed you.”
“I know, love,” he tells her, running his fingers through her hair. “I missed you too, pretty girl. Let me just take off my leg and I’ll take care of you, alright?”
“Yes,” she says, “please, I need you so much—”
It’s excruciating, his fingers fumbling with the straps of his prosthesis as Robin sits beside him, so patiently, such a good girl for her Alpha. He hates making her wait, his cock throbbing, aching to be inside her. He yanks off the prosthesis, rolls down the sock, throws both to the floor uncaring.
“Come here, my love,” he’s saying, and Robin’s pressed against him between breaths, her scent an overpowering wave of want-need-please that makes him ache.
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can i ask what kind of fic ideas you've got/are working on right now? i love the drabbles you've posted recently but not gonna lie, i'm really jonesing for some new content from you! (dare i say.... smut?? maybe???)
Oh, how kind of you to say!
Well, let’s see. I’ve been working on a few WIPs that I’ve posted here before (showing-up-drunk, the mystery novelist AU), as well as re-starting the breeding kink prompt I received many months ago, which I got stuck on back then. And I’ve also had ideas for an apocalypse AU, as well as a few competing movie AUs. And yes, hopefully some smut! Well, the breeding kink fic is entirely smut. But the others will most likely contain smut as well. What can I say, I’m rather predictable.
I would so appreciate if I could finish any of the dozen stories I have started, but alas, my brain only wants to start a dozen more. Does anyone know how to force one's brain to finish even a single thing before starting the next three? Asking for a friend, who is me.
A moment in bed for @chillyhollow đź’™ On AO3 here
It’s been a long day, but not quite so long that Cormoran can’t appreciate the arch of Robin’s back, the way she cants her hips to his, the sharp pleasure-pain of her fingernails at his shoulder.
“Like that,” she pants. He presses a kiss to her temple, rolling his hips in long slow waves.
“Yeah,” she gasps, “yeah—”
The silk of her skin beneath his questing fingers, the clench of her cunt bearing down on him, her breath hot on his neck.
Robin frowns at him. “That’s probably true, but I don’t think you believe that, either,” she says softly.
“No?” Strike raises his brows.
“If you did, you wouldn’t be stuck on this scene,” Robin says, and nods at whatever expression passes over his face. “If you believed it, you’d be able to write it.”
“Shit,” he mumbles, rubbing a hand over his mouth.
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Cormoran opens the door to what had been the boys’ shared bedroom to find the bed and dresser he’d been expecting. He drops the duffel on the bed and rummages out something approximating an outfit, shucking off his nice slacks and unbuttoning his top with sudden prejudice. They’re some of his nicest, he knows, which is why he’d worn them for dinner with Charlotte and her set, not wanting to embarrass her.Â
What a funny idea, he thinks viciously, embarrassing her, as though she hasn’t been the one causing nearly every scene they’ve ever had. He wants, in a rush of spite that he can taste like stomach acid in his throat, he wants to burn these clothes. He never wants to see them again.
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They sat in silence as Pat packed herself off and went out, the sound from the street below quiet. The fan clicked uncertainly but continued to provide some relief.
“I’m going to sweat myself to death,” Robin announces a few minutes later.
They’ve been sitting quietly, neither of them accomplishing anything much, but neither willing to move, to leave. Cormoran hasn’t been able to look at her for hours, wishing he were a braver man. More willing to say the things that lurk behind his breastbone, instead of wanting things to stay the same. He can’t stop thinking about the conversation they’d agreed to forget.
“If I could take off my skin, I would,” he agrees. “Too fuckin’ hot.”
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