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smirkingcatTitle: Chapter 20 El Intermideo IV
Author :smirkingcat
Rating: NC-17
Word Count : 1.832
Notes: it’s a new year, and I hope that this year I will stick to the month = one chapter (and maybe sometimes more, so I can finally play catch up) but no promises. also thanks to my amazing beta for doing her best to get this chapter to me even if her internet is fighting her a lot
find part onelj, dw
still all the thanks and gratitude tothemightyflynn for the beta, even during heat-wave!
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hp_bunintheoven June prompt 2: Music
Summary: What happens in Spain, does not stay in Spain. Part Four
Warnings: fluff, flangst, mpreg, D/s- subtext, OOC, heavy future angst planned this chapter: present tense
Disclaimer: Harry Potter characters are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No profit is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended.
Chapter 20 El Intermideo IV
The next morning Blaise is woken up by his mother rushing into his room, spelling the drapes open.
"Blaise, darling, you slept long enough. We should go out shopping."
Blaise growls, and moves the blanket over his head. "There is really no need to wake me this early."
As he lies underneath the cover, he thanks himself for having put in the effort last night to put on his pajama bottoms. Not that it has been all that comfortable, but it makes this morning less awkward.
"Come now, Blaise, I can hardly be expected to go shopping on my own. Also, it will be fun, spending some quality time with your mother."
"What is it that you want me for, really? I highly doubt you need an alibi already. Flaminio certainly seemed healthy enough yesterday."
"Careful darling, or I might think you are suggesting something," Senzafiona replies, but Blaise can hear her amusement.
Blaise does not exactly know how she has done it, but there was never a shred of doubt in him that she had indeed done at least some of her husbands in.
"But no, I just want to go shopping, spend a bit of time with my son, and have him tell me what he is up to these days," she says and sits down on the end of the bed.
"Where does the interest come from?" Blaise asks, as he slowly sits up. His muscles are tight, and there is still unfulfilled arousal lingering in his body. He wishes his mother would have chosen any other morning to be obnoxious and make a nuisance out of herself.
"Do not be obnoxious, Blaise. I want to have a nice outing and I want you to accompany me." Her tone loses the softness, and a sharp edge appears instead.
Blaise sighs silently before he gets up. "I am sorry, mother, you know I never take well to being woken," is the best excuse he can come up.
"I know darling, now go and take a quick shower. I shall be here waiting with your breakfast." His mother smiles at him.
He enjoys the hot shower for too long, and he has to fight the urge to finish off what he had started yesterday evening. However, he has the feeling that his Master would not agree with that action and, therefore, he does not.
It is more satisfactory to please his Master than to pleasure himself. And he is certain that his reward will be worth it in the end.
So, after fifteen minutes in the bathroom, he comes out dressed in his faded blue jeans and a white polo shirt. He feels a bit underdressed, but was not allowed to bring his usual clothes with him.
"Darling, that is quite a new look on you. That is not to say that it doesn't suit you. It brings out your vibrant eyes," his mother compliments him, and offers him a cup of coffee.
"Thank you, mother," Blaise says, a bit startled by the praise.
Having Severus praise his looks is one thing, hearing such a compliment from his mother is quite another. Especially as his mother does not particularly enjoy praising someone else's beauty. "I was told that black and green makes me look boring, which has diminished the options in my closet quite a bit, besides dress robes of course," he confesses as he sits down on the chair opposite his mother, reaching for the ensaimadas, a Spanish breakfast dish on the richer side of sweet bread.
"See, that only means you have to go shopping as well. How lucky for you that I will take you. And you can be assured I will always give you my honest opinion," his mother says, sounding pleased with herself.
"I think, mamma, you are well aware that I do not enjoy clothes shopping." Blaise sighs, this time without holding it back.
He doesn't mind shopping for books or weird contraptions to play with, but clothes shopping is something that has the tendency to bore him rather quickly. If he is forced to accompany one of his friends he usually manages to get some sort of compromise. Or, if he is very lucky, and either Draco or Pansy are in a generous mood, he gets them
to buy his clothes while he buys their stationary or potion ingredients or other things they may need.
With his mother, however, there is no such deal to be had. She would not let him go. And now that he had made the crucial mistake of telling her that he in fact needs new clothes in his closet, there would be no escaping what-so-ever. He had doomed himself, because he broke his first rule: Never agree to or discuss anything before your first coffee. He had learned this lesson back at Hogwarts, where he has agreed too often to do the ancient rune or astronomy homework for either Theo or Pansy. Yet still to this day, he sometimes gets it wrong.
"Nonsense darling, it is in your blood, every Zabini likes to find something that makes them even more irresistible." His mother grins, and then there is a devious glimmer in her eyes. "And the changes I see in you means that you have someone you want to impress. So, why not show that person your most stunning side, so that she?", and there is not only a question but also a slight pause in his mother's voice, "or he might know what a blessing it is to be at a Zabini's side."
"I am wondering mother, are you inquiring of my consort’s sex, or his taste? Because if it is the former, I am not certain why you should be this concerned. And if it were to be the latter, I hope you grant him, and me, the judgment that being at my side is proof of good taste," Blaise replies and tries to get out of what essentially is a sticky questionnaire to be caught in by his mother.
"Oh darling, do not get so defensive. As long as there are not going to be any changes to the family tree, I am not concerned," his mother waves him off, and fixes herself a cup of coffee.
Blaise tries to finish his breakfast as fast as he can, because it is the only way to get out of this sort of conversation with his mother.
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Tired, Blaise leans against the door, after he has entered his room again. He is exhausted, an effect his mother is well known for having on men. And today she has not gone easy on him. It was not only the shopping that has tired him out, but also the conversations.
There have been lunch and dinner, with a tea break, a coffee break and sometimes they just tried some food that she chose because it is said to be a local specialty. It is also the heat that is getting to him. He is an English man, of Italian descent. And though the latter would suggest that he doesn't mind the heat, and he doesn't usually, being dragged all over seven cities for a shopping spree makes the heat feel cruel.
Maybe some of her former husbands knew what was coming, when it had been their time, and were relieved for it. His mother is a demon in a fantastic dress. And though he is unsure why she thinks he has to be punished, there is not a shred of doubt in him that today was a form of punishment. Undeserved of course, but that cannot be helped now.
He drags his tired body onto his bed and closes his eyes. Sleep, sleep to make this day be over. And to think that he gave up his time with Severus for this. Where is the justice in this?
Sleep claims him before he can even think about anything else.
The next morning he is woken by the hooting of another big owl, as it flies in through his open window.
Blaise is surprised that this time it only carries a letter and no package. Surprised, but also a bit worried. What if Severus is dissatisfied with his performance? Not having any cues from his Master about how he is doing has made the whole thing a lot more difficult for him.
He gets out of bed and gives the owl a small treat, before he takes the letter.
To my beautiful boy,
Though I have seen some small misbehaviour that I would not allow if I was there with you, I must admit I am very pleased with you.
You have been a good boy and you have performed better than I expected. Your sweet voice and your aroused moaning was like music for only my enjoyment. And I did enjoy myself watching you pleasing yourself. You are indeed very beautiful, as you are well aware pet, but you are more than just beautiful. I am very pleased with you.
As for my next request, I want to make absolutely clear that if you do not feel comfortable doing as asked, it is fine. I know your reservations, and I am aware that I am asking much. Not because I intend to harm or punish you, but because you asked me to.
So, feel free to end it whenever it feels too much for you. Do not push yourself too far, that is not what would please me.
Do not be alarmed by my words, pet. Trust me, I would never ask for something I doubt you can deliver.
Below I have written five spells for you, which are easy to cast, and can be ended with a simple wandless Finite as you have been casting since your school days.
Three of these spells will please you in every way you desire and imagine. These spells are designed to filter through your desires to give you what you want.
The other two however are designed to make you hold still.
The first one Retardo is comparable with an Incarcerous except for the fact that you cast it on yourself, and that you can end it anytime.
Necto however will be acting a bit like a stinging hex, when you move too much. It is an old spell designed to make kids sit still, so the pain will be manageable.
You have all week to try this out, or not, as you like. But if you do try, for no matter how long or short, I want you to write to me what it felt like, what it did to you, the good and the bad.
I hope, however, that I will not have to go all week without a message from you, but that you will find words to cover the time until we shall see each other again.
I am very pleased with you boy, and I do not repeat myself out of idle sentimentalities.
Severs Snape
Chapter 21: on LJ || on DW
Author :
smirkingcatRating: NC-17
Word Count : 1.832
Notes: it’s a new year, and I hope that this year I will stick to the month = one chapter (and maybe sometimes more, so I can finally play catch up) but no promises. also thanks to my amazing beta for doing her best to get this chapter to me even if her internet is fighting her a lot
find part one
lj, dwstill all the thanks and gratitude to
themightyflynn for the beta, even during heat-wave!used for
hp_bunintheoven June prompt 2: MusicSummary: What happens in Spain, does not stay in Spain. Part Four
Warnings: fluff, flangst, mpreg, D/s- subtext, OOC, heavy future angst planned this chapter: present tense
Disclaimer: Harry Potter characters are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No profit is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended.
Chapter 20 El Intermideo IV
The next morning Blaise is woken up by his mother rushing into his room, spelling the drapes open.
"Blaise, darling, you slept long enough. We should go out shopping."
Blaise growls, and moves the blanket over his head. "There is really no need to wake me this early."
As he lies underneath the cover, he thanks himself for having put in the effort last night to put on his pajama bottoms. Not that it has been all that comfortable, but it makes this morning less awkward.
"Come now, Blaise, I can hardly be expected to go shopping on my own. Also, it will be fun, spending some quality time with your mother."
"What is it that you want me for, really? I highly doubt you need an alibi already. Flaminio certainly seemed healthy enough yesterday."
"Careful darling, or I might think you are suggesting something," Senzafiona replies, but Blaise can hear her amusement.
Blaise does not exactly know how she has done it, but there was never a shred of doubt in him that she had indeed done at least some of her husbands in.
"But no, I just want to go shopping, spend a bit of time with my son, and have him tell me what he is up to these days," she says and sits down on the end of the bed.
"Where does the interest come from?" Blaise asks, as he slowly sits up. His muscles are tight, and there is still unfulfilled arousal lingering in his body. He wishes his mother would have chosen any other morning to be obnoxious and make a nuisance out of herself.
"Do not be obnoxious, Blaise. I want to have a nice outing and I want you to accompany me." Her tone loses the softness, and a sharp edge appears instead.
Blaise sighs silently before he gets up. "I am sorry, mother, you know I never take well to being woken," is the best excuse he can come up.
"I know darling, now go and take a quick shower. I shall be here waiting with your breakfast." His mother smiles at him.
He enjoys the hot shower for too long, and he has to fight the urge to finish off what he had started yesterday evening. However, he has the feeling that his Master would not agree with that action and, therefore, he does not.
It is more satisfactory to please his Master than to pleasure himself. And he is certain that his reward will be worth it in the end.
So, after fifteen minutes in the bathroom, he comes out dressed in his faded blue jeans and a white polo shirt. He feels a bit underdressed, but was not allowed to bring his usual clothes with him.
"Darling, that is quite a new look on you. That is not to say that it doesn't suit you. It brings out your vibrant eyes," his mother compliments him, and offers him a cup of coffee.
"Thank you, mother," Blaise says, a bit startled by the praise.
Having Severus praise his looks is one thing, hearing such a compliment from his mother is quite another. Especially as his mother does not particularly enjoy praising someone else's beauty. "I was told that black and green makes me look boring, which has diminished the options in my closet quite a bit, besides dress robes of course," he confesses as he sits down on the chair opposite his mother, reaching for the ensaimadas, a Spanish breakfast dish on the richer side of sweet bread.
"See, that only means you have to go shopping as well. How lucky for you that I will take you. And you can be assured I will always give you my honest opinion," his mother says, sounding pleased with herself.
"I think, mamma, you are well aware that I do not enjoy clothes shopping." Blaise sighs, this time without holding it back.
He doesn't mind shopping for books or weird contraptions to play with, but clothes shopping is something that has the tendency to bore him rather quickly. If he is forced to accompany one of his friends he usually manages to get some sort of compromise. Or, if he is very lucky, and either Draco or Pansy are in a generous mood, he gets them
to buy his clothes while he buys their stationary or potion ingredients or other things they may need.
With his mother, however, there is no such deal to be had. She would not let him go. And now that he had made the crucial mistake of telling her that he in fact needs new clothes in his closet, there would be no escaping what-so-ever. He had doomed himself, because he broke his first rule: Never agree to or discuss anything before your first coffee. He had learned this lesson back at Hogwarts, where he has agreed too often to do the ancient rune or astronomy homework for either Theo or Pansy. Yet still to this day, he sometimes gets it wrong.
"Nonsense darling, it is in your blood, every Zabini likes to find something that makes them even more irresistible." His mother grins, and then there is a devious glimmer in her eyes. "And the changes I see in you means that you have someone you want to impress. So, why not show that person your most stunning side, so that she?", and there is not only a question but also a slight pause in his mother's voice, "or he might know what a blessing it is to be at a Zabini's side."
"I am wondering mother, are you inquiring of my consort’s sex, or his taste? Because if it is the former, I am not certain why you should be this concerned. And if it were to be the latter, I hope you grant him, and me, the judgment that being at my side is proof of good taste," Blaise replies and tries to get out of what essentially is a sticky questionnaire to be caught in by his mother.
"Oh darling, do not get so defensive. As long as there are not going to be any changes to the family tree, I am not concerned," his mother waves him off, and fixes herself a cup of coffee.
Blaise tries to finish his breakfast as fast as he can, because it is the only way to get out of this sort of conversation with his mother.
Tired, Blaise leans against the door, after he has entered his room again. He is exhausted, an effect his mother is well known for having on men. And today she has not gone easy on him. It was not only the shopping that has tired him out, but also the conversations.
There have been lunch and dinner, with a tea break, a coffee break and sometimes they just tried some food that she chose because it is said to be a local specialty. It is also the heat that is getting to him. He is an English man, of Italian descent. And though the latter would suggest that he doesn't mind the heat, and he doesn't usually, being dragged all over seven cities for a shopping spree makes the heat feel cruel.
Maybe some of her former husbands knew what was coming, when it had been their time, and were relieved for it. His mother is a demon in a fantastic dress. And though he is unsure why she thinks he has to be punished, there is not a shred of doubt in him that today was a form of punishment. Undeserved of course, but that cannot be helped now.
He drags his tired body onto his bed and closes his eyes. Sleep, sleep to make this day be over. And to think that he gave up his time with Severus for this. Where is the justice in this?
Sleep claims him before he can even think about anything else.
The next morning he is woken by the hooting of another big owl, as it flies in through his open window.
Blaise is surprised that this time it only carries a letter and no package. Surprised, but also a bit worried. What if Severus is dissatisfied with his performance? Not having any cues from his Master about how he is doing has made the whole thing a lot more difficult for him.
He gets out of bed and gives the owl a small treat, before he takes the letter.
To my beautiful boy,
Though I have seen some small misbehaviour that I would not allow if I was there with you, I must admit I am very pleased with you.
You have been a good boy and you have performed better than I expected. Your sweet voice and your aroused moaning was like music for only my enjoyment. And I did enjoy myself watching you pleasing yourself. You are indeed very beautiful, as you are well aware pet, but you are more than just beautiful. I am very pleased with you.
As for my next request, I want to make absolutely clear that if you do not feel comfortable doing as asked, it is fine. I know your reservations, and I am aware that I am asking much. Not because I intend to harm or punish you, but because you asked me to.
So, feel free to end it whenever it feels too much for you. Do not push yourself too far, that is not what would please me.
Do not be alarmed by my words, pet. Trust me, I would never ask for something I doubt you can deliver.
Below I have written five spells for you, which are easy to cast, and can be ended with a simple wandless Finite as you have been casting since your school days.
Three of these spells will please you in every way you desire and imagine. These spells are designed to filter through your desires to give you what you want.
The other two however are designed to make you hold still.
The first one Retardo is comparable with an Incarcerous except for the fact that you cast it on yourself, and that you can end it anytime.
Necto however will be acting a bit like a stinging hex, when you move too much. It is an old spell designed to make kids sit still, so the pain will be manageable.
You have all week to try this out, or not, as you like. But if you do try, for no matter how long or short, I want you to write to me what it felt like, what it did to you, the good and the bad.
I hope, however, that I will not have to go all week without a message from you, but that you will find words to cover the time until we shall see each other again.
I am very pleased with you boy, and I do not repeat myself out of idle sentimentalities.
Severs Snape
Chapter 21: on LJ || on DW
