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gala_applesright, so hpsauce drew me a few erotic pictures to give to my best friends for valentines. in return i offered her a fic of her choosing. she chose snape, and angst, two things i do not do well. but i tried.
title: Domestication
pairing: Snape/Dean
rating: g
Dean envied professor Snape. Not because of his intelligence, not even because of his beautifully long fingers. The centre of his envy was something else entirely. Not to say that those qualities weren't relevant as well.
He imagined having long conversations with the man. They would own two copies of every book, and read them at the exact same dates. Dean would be curled on the ancient brown velvet couch and Severus in his private chambers. They wouldn't interact, not even look at each other. Narry a word would be exchanged, the only sounds in the house the repetitive rustle of pages and the crackle of the fire. But they would finish at the same time, and what would come next was a raging row. items might be thrown, which wasn't as much a concern in the wizarding world due to mending spells. Severus and Dean would circle each other, shredding the concepts of the book that one believed and the other did not. Even if the views held were nearly the same, they would argue nonetheless. Passion was the focus, concentration the key. One would retreat to begin to make dinner, and the other would follow, shouting and bickering as food was prepared.
His fingers would be wrapped around the black handle of the paring knife. Severus' prized possessions were a set of knifes of varying thicknesses and shapes. Dean prefered the butcher's knife, which went side along with his favourite meal being a chopped and roasted steak. Severus ate only fruits and vegatables, though after the amount of time they'd been together he no longer recoiled at a stir fry- as long as the meat slices were removed. Dean liked to watch him cut the celery into transparent U's, his fingers seemed to know exactly the pressure required.
Unfortunately, afternoons screaming and nights cooking would never happen. Severus wasn't availble for these situations, as he was buried seven feet below the earth. In a pauper's grave no less, so there could be no mourning of a man that killed someone so famous and good. Dean envied him for that death, he could dream whatever he wanted in heaven. Dean was still on this plane, and stuck with fast truths that took away his happy home life.
title: Domestication
pairing: Snape/Dean
rating: g
Dean envied professor Snape. Not because of his intelligence, not even because of his beautifully long fingers. The centre of his envy was something else entirely. Not to say that those qualities weren't relevant as well.
He imagined having long conversations with the man. They would own two copies of every book, and read them at the exact same dates. Dean would be curled on the ancient brown velvet couch and Severus in his private chambers. They wouldn't interact, not even look at each other. Narry a word would be exchanged, the only sounds in the house the repetitive rustle of pages and the crackle of the fire. But they would finish at the same time, and what would come next was a raging row. items might be thrown, which wasn't as much a concern in the wizarding world due to mending spells. Severus and Dean would circle each other, shredding the concepts of the book that one believed and the other did not. Even if the views held were nearly the same, they would argue nonetheless. Passion was the focus, concentration the key. One would retreat to begin to make dinner, and the other would follow, shouting and bickering as food was prepared.
His fingers would be wrapped around the black handle of the paring knife. Severus' prized possessions were a set of knifes of varying thicknesses and shapes. Dean prefered the butcher's knife, which went side along with his favourite meal being a chopped and roasted steak. Severus ate only fruits and vegatables, though after the amount of time they'd been together he no longer recoiled at a stir fry- as long as the meat slices were removed. Dean liked to watch him cut the celery into transparent U's, his fingers seemed to know exactly the pressure required.
Unfortunately, afternoons screaming and nights cooking would never happen. Severus wasn't availble for these situations, as he was buried seven feet below the earth. In a pauper's grave no less, so there could be no mourning of a man that killed someone so famous and good. Dean envied him for that death, he could dream whatever he wanted in heaven. Dean was still on this plane, and stuck with fast truths that took away his happy home life.
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Date: 2007-11-03 07:35 am (UTC)hey I was wondering if you'd post your fanfiction, on another besides for fanfiction.net? Because I have a newer site that needs stories. More harry potter lovers and hp stories. I also take any stories from any shows or movies. Wwe also rp there.
here is the url, we hope that you join and post
http://z3.invisionfree.com/The_Faeri_Wizards
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Date: 2007-11-03 07:36 am (UTC)