Author-ity
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lokifan_importTitle: Author-ity
Word count: ~1800
Characters/pairings: Er... Melusina/Harry/Draco?
Warnings: Insertion of one author by another! Also, crack.
Authors Notes: Written for the brilliantmelusinahp’s birthday. She was incredibly generous in her bidding on my livelongnmarry fic - she's also clever and sexy and very, very talented, as I was reminded in skim-reading half her ouevre to write this! I said I didn’t have time for a birthday fic. This was very true, but then I read her hilarious fic Author Insertion and I had to write a sequel. You really need to read that first to understand this, but it won’t be a hardship at all because it’s awesome.
Happy birthday, Mel!
Harry’s eyes went wide, and Melusina paused in her stripping to admire the effect. Tied up and afraid, he was just as pretty as she’d always imagined. “Now, Mel, calm down. Think about this for a second...”
Draco tutted and slunk closer, a nasty curve to his lips. “Why should she calm down? You were ready to use the Killing Curse, and all over some rape and torture. You do overreact sometimes, Potter.”
“That was not overreacting!”
Draco snorted. “Please. After everything Amanuensis has done to you over the years, this is what gets you to come out?”
Harry laughed nastily: he’d hexed Draco into a slug for nasty words, so he thought this probably wasn’t out of character. Besides, using the Cruciatus was canon now! And snark from a position of vulnerability, such as being tied up on a sofa, certainly was. “Speaking of coming out, has your daddy disowned you yet?”
Draco’s eyes narrowed into spiteful slits. “If you tell him, you miserable little – ”
“Now don’t make me angry, Draco. That mention of Amanuensis has given me ideas, and it’s for your own good, you know.”
Draco couldn’t quite hide his flinch. He looked at Harry with big eyes, silent, and Melusina thought he was even prettier when he was scared, that anxious little frown between his blond brows, his lower lip reddening as he bit it. Then he turned to her with an accusing look. “Hey! I’m supposed to be moderately-dark!Draco who helps torture Potter and laughs at his sexual naivete! Why are you letting him make me the scared, submissive type?”
Melusina and Harry both snorted.
“I’m not doing anything,” Melusina lied, hiding her Mount Blanc behind her back, after giving it a quick wave to make sure Draco was wandless. “You’ve got ‘sub’ written all over you, darling.”
“Have not! What about Slytherin Lovers?”
Harry made a ‘pfft’ noise, having apparently spent too much time with fanon!Draco. “Right. One – admittedly very hot – fic where you spank me, set against the many, many stories where I do it to you. Face it, baby: your proper place is arse-up over my lap. Or sitting on my cock. Or...”
“Pet names!” Draco said, turning to Melusina. “Since when do you allow pet names?”
“Mocking ones are fine,” she explained. “Aren’t they, rabbit?”
Harry jerked out of his reverie, suddenly looking hunted. “Lucius isn’t here, is he? Quick, untie me!”
“Yeah, right.” Melusina rolled her eyes. Draco copied her, the little sycophant. “And Lucius isn’t here yet, but I’ve been lucky so far. Obviously the goddess felt like giving me a great birthday present.”
“The goddess?” Draco said, giving her a funny look. “Those people who act like the wizarding world is pagan are way off, you know.”
“I meant JKR. She did create you two, you know.”
Draco pulled a face. “And did very little to show my better side! She even said people like me because they’re attracted to the chap who pretends he’s me! Stupid woman.”
“That’s blasphemy,” Harry said smugly. “You shouldn’t talk that way about our creator. Just accept that all characters are not created equal.”
“Yeah, and funny how often I show up in fandom while you’re abandoned to live out the Epilogue and watch the world be taken over by redheads. Still... I really don’t appreciate everything you people put me through. I’m not your character to mess about with like this.”
“Oh for God’s sake,” Melusina said, feeling her face pull into that irritated, you’ll-be-banned-from-telly-in-a-second expression she got when the kids were being maddening. “First Harry gets at me for writing dark stuff, now this. In a second you’ll be whining about how I must be crazy to write about such bad things.”
“I won’t,” Draco said. “Dark things I understand. Not having respect for those above you? That annoys me. The woman is my creator and you’re abusing her creations.”
“A lot,” put in Harry. “Just because you think it’s fun to scare me – ”
Melusina wagged the pen at him, and he shut up. “I hate to have to say this once again, but you’re fictional. You can’t really be abused, as such.”
“We can be misused! We aren’t yours to play with.”
“Why not?” Melusina said, beginning to lose her temper. “You’re out in the world now, and the canon is closed. That doesn’t just mean we know how your story ends: it means the sandbox is ours to play in.”
“It’s not yours! You’re not the author, and if there’s fanfiction around it’ll hurt her book sales.”
“Rubbish. Fandom is free advertising. Besides, note that word: fan. If you’re writing fanfiction, chances are you already own the books.”
“We deserve more respect! Well, maybe not Potter. But I do, and instead I just get raped and tortured and stripped of all my possessions – ”
“I haven’t done that last one! And writing fic is a labour of love. We don’t get any money out of this, you know; we choose to spend more time writing about you, reading about you, giving you new life.”
“New life based on bizarre interpretations of us that were never intended!”
“Authorial intent is a flawed vehicle.” Melusina shrugged, and concentrated on how she was going to tie Harry up properly. The current ropes weren’t really working; maybe something tighter? And something humiliatingly light for Draco, since he really was a pet in the making... “Besides, you’ve also had far, far more orgasms than you ever got from Rowling.” Melusina flicked her pen, and the ropes around Harry disintegrated. “You should both be on your knees, thanking me. Especially you, Harry – haven’t you enjoyed tying Draco up and working him over?”
“I really have.” Harry smirked at Draco. Draco’s mouth went all pinched, but he’d enjoyed it himself, and if he protested Melusina would undoubtedly point this out. And then quite possibly allow Harry to demonstrate.
“So. On your knees, Potter.”
“Wait. What? You just untied me!”
“Harry, Harry, Harry,” Draco sighed. “If there’s one thing her fics should have taught you, it’s that when the dominant, sexy woman with the dark hair and the mad glint in her eye starts giving orders, it’s time to obey.”
Harry glared. “Not that obeying always does you much good, eh Draco? Maybe she’ll make you cry again.”
“Shut up! That was very traumatic!”
“Your aunt raping you is traumatic? You’ve got off easy compared to me!”
“Greyback might disagree!”
“Silence,” Melusina ordered. “You’re giving me a headache and this is my time for relaxing before I need to pick the kids up.” She was gratified to see both boys go quiet instantly. She was less gratified when they shared a look. “Allow me to remind you that I planned that escape for you,” she said icily. “And I’ve got the pen. I can always make both of you too panicked to come up with a plan.”
“I’m on your side!” protested Draco. “I fully support torturing Potter and making him make those pained little noises.”
“You’re all the same, your whole sick family – ”
“Don’t you talk about my parents that way!” Draco snapped.
“What do you care?”
“I like Melusina’s version of my parents! At least you’re the one getting shafted by my dad!”
“Oh you know you love it when your daddy fucks you – ”
Pleasing as it was to watch a bona fide Harry/Draco fight, complete with flashing eyes and bunching muscles (though Draco’s eyes stayed canonically grey, because silver eyes are an anime thing), Melusina wasn’t pleased to see disobedience so soon. She gave Draco a quelling frown, and was appalled to notice that he was wearing deep green robes with little silver snakes on the cuffs and collar. She’d had no idea her imagination was so cliche. That settled it: she waved the pen, and the next moment Draco was completely naked on her sitting room carpet: pale, long-limbed, and blushing. Harry started to laugh as he frantically covered his bits, flushing with shame. “Give me my robes back!”
“No, don’t! This is brilliant.”
“I don’t think I will,” Melusina said, her lips curving like a scythe. “And you look overdressed yourself, Harry.” Next moment, a second howl of protest filled the room.
It was so noisy that she almost didn’t hear the doorbell. She went to answer it, keeping a tight hold on the fountain pen in case she needed to get Harry and Draco gagged and hidden away in her bedroom in a hurry.
That was an interesting idea...
She opened the door, to find a delivery man with a package. Grinning, Melusina signed for it: a birthday present! She grabbed a pair of scissors and sliced it open, to discover a smaller box and a slip of paper.
I had a word with my favourite god, and being the god of mischief, he appreciated the idea. (He also says thank you for the animal sacrifices.) Enclosed is your other birthday present, inspired by a certain picture. Happy birthday!
– Lokifan
Melusina opened the smaller box. Inside were two collars: one black, with wicked spikes as if intended for a dog; one pink, with rhinestones, for a pampered little cat.
She snapped the box shut and marched back into the living room, feeling her grin grow. Harry and Draco flinched from her in concert: she didn’t even need the boots.
Draco backed away, swallowing. “Now don’t get carried away here. You’re a Muggle, you can’t do anything to us! Characters refuse to follow writers’ orders all the time, you – ” His nerve broke: he’d backed himself to the wall. He dropped to his knees, and stared up at her.
Harry snarled. “Just try hurting me! I’m not scared of you!”
Melusina opened the box. “Silly Harry...” She waved her pen, and the black collar was tightening around Harry’s throat, whitening the skin until he was struggling to breathe. He sunk slowly to the floor, on his bony knees next to Draco. The pink collar, soft as the lash, curled about Draco’s neck; the weight of the stones pulled his head to the floor.
Melusina smiled, and twined long fingers in wild black hair and soft blond. Then she yanked, drawing cries of pain, forcing their heads up and exposing soft throats.
“You should’ve remembered: I’m the one with authority.”
FIN
References:
For Your Own Good byamanuensis1
Slytherin Lovers bykennahijja
Night, Sleep and the Stars bymelusinahp
Between the Cup and the Lip bymelusinahp
Cherry Vanilla Chocolate Fudge Ripple bymelusinahp
Things That Go Bump In The Night bymelusinahp
Clouds Across The Moon bymelusinahp
Rhinestones and Spikes bylizardspots
Word count: ~1800
Characters/pairings: Er... Melusina/Harry/Draco?
Warnings: Insertion of one author by another! Also, crack.
Authors Notes: Written for the brilliant
melusinahp’s birthday. She was incredibly generous in her bidding on my livelongnmarry fic - she's also clever and sexy and very, very talented, as I was reminded in skim-reading half her ouevre to write this! I said I didn’t have time for a birthday fic. This was very true, but then I read her hilarious fic Author Insertion and I had to write a sequel. You really need to read that first to understand this, but it won’t be a hardship at all because it’s awesome.Happy birthday, Mel!
Harry’s eyes went wide, and Melusina paused in her stripping to admire the effect. Tied up and afraid, he was just as pretty as she’d always imagined. “Now, Mel, calm down. Think about this for a second...”
Draco tutted and slunk closer, a nasty curve to his lips. “Why should she calm down? You were ready to use the Killing Curse, and all over some rape and torture. You do overreact sometimes, Potter.”
“That was not overreacting!”
Draco snorted. “Please. After everything Amanuensis has done to you over the years, this is what gets you to come out?”
Harry laughed nastily: he’d hexed Draco into a slug for nasty words, so he thought this probably wasn’t out of character. Besides, using the Cruciatus was canon now! And snark from a position of vulnerability, such as being tied up on a sofa, certainly was. “Speaking of coming out, has your daddy disowned you yet?”
Draco’s eyes narrowed into spiteful slits. “If you tell him, you miserable little – ”
“Now don’t make me angry, Draco. That mention of Amanuensis has given me ideas, and it’s for your own good, you know.”
Draco couldn’t quite hide his flinch. He looked at Harry with big eyes, silent, and Melusina thought he was even prettier when he was scared, that anxious little frown between his blond brows, his lower lip reddening as he bit it. Then he turned to her with an accusing look. “Hey! I’m supposed to be moderately-dark!Draco who helps torture Potter and laughs at his sexual naivete! Why are you letting him make me the scared, submissive type?”
Melusina and Harry both snorted.
“I’m not doing anything,” Melusina lied, hiding her Mount Blanc behind her back, after giving it a quick wave to make sure Draco was wandless. “You’ve got ‘sub’ written all over you, darling.”
“Have not! What about Slytherin Lovers?”
Harry made a ‘pfft’ noise, having apparently spent too much time with fanon!Draco. “Right. One – admittedly very hot – fic where you spank me, set against the many, many stories where I do it to you. Face it, baby: your proper place is arse-up over my lap. Or sitting on my cock. Or...”
“Pet names!” Draco said, turning to Melusina. “Since when do you allow pet names?”
“Mocking ones are fine,” she explained. “Aren’t they, rabbit?”
Harry jerked out of his reverie, suddenly looking hunted. “Lucius isn’t here, is he? Quick, untie me!”
“Yeah, right.” Melusina rolled her eyes. Draco copied her, the little sycophant. “And Lucius isn’t here yet, but I’ve been lucky so far. Obviously the goddess felt like giving me a great birthday present.”
“The goddess?” Draco said, giving her a funny look. “Those people who act like the wizarding world is pagan are way off, you know.”
“I meant JKR. She did create you two, you know.”
Draco pulled a face. “And did very little to show my better side! She even said people like me because they’re attracted to the chap who pretends he’s me! Stupid woman.”
“That’s blasphemy,” Harry said smugly. “You shouldn’t talk that way about our creator. Just accept that all characters are not created equal.”
“Yeah, and funny how often I show up in fandom while you’re abandoned to live out the Epilogue and watch the world be taken over by redheads. Still... I really don’t appreciate everything you people put me through. I’m not your character to mess about with like this.”
“Oh for God’s sake,” Melusina said, feeling her face pull into that irritated, you’ll-be-banned-from-telly-in-a-second expression she got when the kids were being maddening. “First Harry gets at me for writing dark stuff, now this. In a second you’ll be whining about how I must be crazy to write about such bad things.”
“I won’t,” Draco said. “Dark things I understand. Not having respect for those above you? That annoys me. The woman is my creator and you’re abusing her creations.”
“A lot,” put in Harry. “Just because you think it’s fun to scare me – ”
Melusina wagged the pen at him, and he shut up. “I hate to have to say this once again, but you’re fictional. You can’t really be abused, as such.”
“We can be misused! We aren’t yours to play with.”
“Why not?” Melusina said, beginning to lose her temper. “You’re out in the world now, and the canon is closed. That doesn’t just mean we know how your story ends: it means the sandbox is ours to play in.”
“It’s not yours! You’re not the author, and if there’s fanfiction around it’ll hurt her book sales.”
“Rubbish. Fandom is free advertising. Besides, note that word: fan. If you’re writing fanfiction, chances are you already own the books.”
“We deserve more respect! Well, maybe not Potter. But I do, and instead I just get raped and tortured and stripped of all my possessions – ”
“I haven’t done that last one! And writing fic is a labour of love. We don’t get any money out of this, you know; we choose to spend more time writing about you, reading about you, giving you new life.”
“New life based on bizarre interpretations of us that were never intended!”
“Authorial intent is a flawed vehicle.” Melusina shrugged, and concentrated on how she was going to tie Harry up properly. The current ropes weren’t really working; maybe something tighter? And something humiliatingly light for Draco, since he really was a pet in the making... “Besides, you’ve also had far, far more orgasms than you ever got from Rowling.” Melusina flicked her pen, and the ropes around Harry disintegrated. “You should both be on your knees, thanking me. Especially you, Harry – haven’t you enjoyed tying Draco up and working him over?”
“I really have.” Harry smirked at Draco. Draco’s mouth went all pinched, but he’d enjoyed it himself, and if he protested Melusina would undoubtedly point this out. And then quite possibly allow Harry to demonstrate.
“So. On your knees, Potter.”
“Wait. What? You just untied me!”
“Harry, Harry, Harry,” Draco sighed. “If there’s one thing her fics should have taught you, it’s that when the dominant, sexy woman with the dark hair and the mad glint in her eye starts giving orders, it’s time to obey.”
Harry glared. “Not that obeying always does you much good, eh Draco? Maybe she’ll make you cry again.”
“Shut up! That was very traumatic!”
“Your aunt raping you is traumatic? You’ve got off easy compared to me!”
“Greyback might disagree!”
“Silence,” Melusina ordered. “You’re giving me a headache and this is my time for relaxing before I need to pick the kids up.” She was gratified to see both boys go quiet instantly. She was less gratified when they shared a look. “Allow me to remind you that I planned that escape for you,” she said icily. “And I’ve got the pen. I can always make both of you too panicked to come up with a plan.”
“I’m on your side!” protested Draco. “I fully support torturing Potter and making him make those pained little noises.”
“You’re all the same, your whole sick family – ”
“Don’t you talk about my parents that way!” Draco snapped.
“What do you care?”
“I like Melusina’s version of my parents! At least you’re the one getting shafted by my dad!”
“Oh you know you love it when your daddy fucks you – ”
Pleasing as it was to watch a bona fide Harry/Draco fight, complete with flashing eyes and bunching muscles (though Draco’s eyes stayed canonically grey, because silver eyes are an anime thing), Melusina wasn’t pleased to see disobedience so soon. She gave Draco a quelling frown, and was appalled to notice that he was wearing deep green robes with little silver snakes on the cuffs and collar. She’d had no idea her imagination was so cliche. That settled it: she waved the pen, and the next moment Draco was completely naked on her sitting room carpet: pale, long-limbed, and blushing. Harry started to laugh as he frantically covered his bits, flushing with shame. “Give me my robes back!”
“No, don’t! This is brilliant.”
“I don’t think I will,” Melusina said, her lips curving like a scythe. “And you look overdressed yourself, Harry.” Next moment, a second howl of protest filled the room.
It was so noisy that she almost didn’t hear the doorbell. She went to answer it, keeping a tight hold on the fountain pen in case she needed to get Harry and Draco gagged and hidden away in her bedroom in a hurry.
That was an interesting idea...
She opened the door, to find a delivery man with a package. Grinning, Melusina signed for it: a birthday present! She grabbed a pair of scissors and sliced it open, to discover a smaller box and a slip of paper.
I had a word with my favourite god, and being the god of mischief, he appreciated the idea. (He also says thank you for the animal sacrifices.) Enclosed is your other birthday present, inspired by a certain picture. Happy birthday!
– Lokifan
Melusina opened the smaller box. Inside were two collars: one black, with wicked spikes as if intended for a dog; one pink, with rhinestones, for a pampered little cat.
She snapped the box shut and marched back into the living room, feeling her grin grow. Harry and Draco flinched from her in concert: she didn’t even need the boots.
Draco backed away, swallowing. “Now don’t get carried away here. You’re a Muggle, you can’t do anything to us! Characters refuse to follow writers’ orders all the time, you – ” His nerve broke: he’d backed himself to the wall. He dropped to his knees, and stared up at her.
Harry snarled. “Just try hurting me! I’m not scared of you!”
Melusina opened the box. “Silly Harry...” She waved her pen, and the black collar was tightening around Harry’s throat, whitening the skin until he was struggling to breathe. He sunk slowly to the floor, on his bony knees next to Draco. The pink collar, soft as the lash, curled about Draco’s neck; the weight of the stones pulled his head to the floor.
Melusina smiled, and twined long fingers in wild black hair and soft blond. Then she yanked, drawing cries of pain, forcing their heads up and exposing soft throats.
“You should’ve remembered: I’m the one with authority.”
FIN
References:
For Your Own Good by
amanuensis1Slytherin Lovers by
kennahijjaNight, Sleep and the Stars by
melusinahpBetween the Cup and the Lip by
melusinahpCherry Vanilla Chocolate Fudge Ripple by
melusinahpThings That Go Bump In The Night by
melusinahpClouds Across The Moon by
melusinahpRhinestones and Spikes by
lizardspots
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Date: 2008-09-20 07:34 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-09-20 05:54 pm (UTC)I've been loling and grinning all over the place. I'm moved and amused and so touched. Thank you, lovely. This is AMAZING and I can't tell you how much I love it. :DDDDD
Ah, you got them both just how I like them, so perfect and so clever. I'm wriggling with joy. XXXXX
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Date: 2008-09-26 05:31 pm (UTC)This line:
“Harry, Harry, Harry,” Draco sighed. “If there’s one thing her fics should have taught you, it’s that when the dominant, sexy woman with the dark hair and the mad glint in her eye starts giving orders, it’s time to obey.”
Will never stop being awesome. And neither will the rest of it. I love the way you have them bickering over who's gone through worse tortures at her hands. (And oooooh, collars! *loves*) You write the best birthday fics!