Exploding Poohsticks

pixychelle, even if your rec hadn't already made my day, I still wouldn't want your firstborn or your soul (nothing against either, mind, but I need more responsibility like a catfish needs rollerblades). So why your hermaphrodite!slave!"I must rape you"!Werewolf!Severus!BDSM!happy-ending bunny decided to EAT MY BRAIN right when I was about to go to bed, I couldn't tell you. As far as I'm concerned, this trumps even the heffalump/Snape non-con in the compulsion-to-stick-forks-into-my-own-brain department.


Title: Her Fair Tresses Seemly Binding
Characters: Severus, Narcissa, Tonks, Remus (in various tandems)
Warnings: Oh, sweet Merlin, just look at the damn prompt. NOT A NICE FIC, people!
Rating: NC-17
Format: Nine 100-word drabbles.
Obligatory 17th-century-ish sexy poetry quote (I am so getting myself a banner with that title, btw):

Have I found her? O rich finding!
Goddess like for to behold,
Her fair tresses seemly binding,
In a chain of pearl and gold,
Chain me, chain me, O most fair,
Chain me to thee with that hair.

( Severus Snape was acquainted with King Lear... )