Title: Taboo
Author: fox goddess (whome)
Rating: PG-13, R-ish.
WARNING: This fic contains squeaks! Brief gender switching, a tad bit of non-con (only a bit), and it will be Slash somewhere, and maybe a bit on incest.
Disclaimer: don't own them
Notes: This is sorta an answer to Severitus' challenge, found http://www.fanfiction.net/read.php?storyid=647935 there.
Read Warning.
Part 1
Being a Death Eater, but not really because you're a spy and reporting all the Death Eater's plans to their hated enemy, a school's headmaster called Dumbledore, well, it got pretty risky and unpleasant ever so often. Sometimes it even developed a very annoying headache that started from the front of the head and proceeded to the entire head. Other times, a disgusting taste from some 'safe' potion he had to swallow like he wasn't worried at all of the side affects just because if he argued too much, someone might suspect him to be the lying, untrustworthy, git that he was too them; that would not be overly pleasant.
Every so often, like say right now, he had all of the above, plus being trapped in some dark forest, wondering what that potion was, knowing what it could be from the taste and feel of it, dreading to find himself right, and getting very, very annoyed at himself, his life, and some animal running through the forest, worsening a already bad headache.
His hands twitched to strangle that animal right now. Only that one single animal made nose. That thing must have thought it was the king of the forest, or at least not thought at all. Or both. If he didn't get to strangle it, some other beast would. Making a lot of noise attracted predators. That's why he preferred the shadows.
Oh, bloody hell, he cursed as he fell down, grasping his stomach. Pain like fast moving ants crawled through his body, starting at his stomach and groin before heading everywhere else under his skin. His body morphed as he tried to stand up. No way would he let the potion on the ground moaning like a first-year student.
He knew what the potion was. It was Gendre Inverse. He knew. Or maybe it should be she knew for know until the potion decided she should go back to being a he.
The headache worsened. He really, really, really wanted to choke that animal right then.
Instead, he slumped down as another potion, hidden within the first, worked its affect. Someone was in for it when he got back together and up from the place his not working muscles trapped him.
Maybe Sirius was up for a friendly beating. Maybe, James also.
Or maybe James, the stage animagus, stood above her, sniffing her and the scent she just recognized: a magic potion for woman to tempt any and all man into bed.
Bloody hell, whoever thought this up was bloody died.
First, to un-tempt the now human James. If he could, he would, but knowing this potion, it would be heard.
O.O.O.O
So even the great James Potter could fall for the effects of a simple spell and cheat on his wife. True, she was pleased to see James act not perfect. But, also true, she truly did not want that act to be on her because of three very annoying potions that the perfect James would never have to have, because he was perfect and didn't have to get his hands wet, though he did get his perfect dick.
Life was not fair. Though it did have its high points. And its low points. And its high and low points mixed together in one sweet, bitter, and bitter sweet package with a bit of sex thrown in at the side. Perfect James Potter was perfect at everything, even sleeping around. Figured.
The end of the potion decided to pay her a fine visit. The only relief to the pain was falling asleep in a not safe forest, but he did like a child, though against his every will he could muster.
O.O.O.O
He awoke to the all not great sensation of someone else sniffing him. At least he was a he this time, at least.
"What do you want?" He said as he got up and glared at the wolf in front of him. Just great, another marauder. A quick glance at the moon confirmed Remus would be able to turn human. With the thought, Remus did turn to the men he mostly was.
"Wondering if you are okay, actually, bleeding here from some unknown womb in your bare for all groan area with the scent of Woman's temptation potion on you, and Jame's footsteps surrounding you."
"It's none of your business. I'm fine."
"Are you sure? My wolf senses tell me things. One of those things is, that most just pregnant man usually are not."
"What are you talking about?" Great, Remus was playing with him. Just Great. Something to top this perfect day and night.
"You're pregnant with James Potter's first son."
O.O.O.O
*grins evilly* You like? You hate? Tell me?
NFAQ (not freguently asked questions that may be asked)
Why is James not OOC?
Because it was the potion!
Why is the author so weird?
....
Author: fox goddess (whome)
Rating: PG-13, R-ish.
WARNING: This fic contains squeaks! Brief gender switching, a tad bit of non-con (only a bit), and it will be Slash somewhere, and maybe a bit on incest.
Disclaimer: don't own them
Notes: This is sorta an answer to Severitus' challenge, found http://www.fanfiction.net/read.php?storyid=647935 there.
Read Warning.
Part 1
Being a Death Eater, but not really because you're a spy and reporting all the Death Eater's plans to their hated enemy, a school's headmaster called Dumbledore, well, it got pretty risky and unpleasant ever so often. Sometimes it even developed a very annoying headache that started from the front of the head and proceeded to the entire head. Other times, a disgusting taste from some 'safe' potion he had to swallow like he wasn't worried at all of the side affects just because if he argued too much, someone might suspect him to be the lying, untrustworthy, git that he was too them; that would not be overly pleasant.
Every so often, like say right now, he had all of the above, plus being trapped in some dark forest, wondering what that potion was, knowing what it could be from the taste and feel of it, dreading to find himself right, and getting very, very annoyed at himself, his life, and some animal running through the forest, worsening a already bad headache.
His hands twitched to strangle that animal right now. Only that one single animal made nose. That thing must have thought it was the king of the forest, or at least not thought at all. Or both. If he didn't get to strangle it, some other beast would. Making a lot of noise attracted predators. That's why he preferred the shadows.
Oh, bloody hell, he cursed as he fell down, grasping his stomach. Pain like fast moving ants crawled through his body, starting at his stomach and groin before heading everywhere else under his skin. His body morphed as he tried to stand up. No way would he let the potion on the ground moaning like a first-year student.
He knew what the potion was. It was Gendre Inverse. He knew. Or maybe it should be she knew for know until the potion decided she should go back to being a he.
The headache worsened. He really, really, really wanted to choke that animal right then.
Instead, he slumped down as another potion, hidden within the first, worked its affect. Someone was in for it when he got back together and up from the place his not working muscles trapped him.
Maybe Sirius was up for a friendly beating. Maybe, James also.
Or maybe James, the stage animagus, stood above her, sniffing her and the scent she just recognized: a magic potion for woman to tempt any and all man into bed.
Bloody hell, whoever thought this up was bloody died.
First, to un-tempt the now human James. If he could, he would, but knowing this potion, it would be heard.
O.O.O.O
So even the great James Potter could fall for the effects of a simple spell and cheat on his wife. True, she was pleased to see James act not perfect. But, also true, she truly did not want that act to be on her because of three very annoying potions that the perfect James would never have to have, because he was perfect and didn't have to get his hands wet, though he did get his perfect dick.
Life was not fair. Though it did have its high points. And its low points. And its high and low points mixed together in one sweet, bitter, and bitter sweet package with a bit of sex thrown in at the side. Perfect James Potter was perfect at everything, even sleeping around. Figured.
The end of the potion decided to pay her a fine visit. The only relief to the pain was falling asleep in a not safe forest, but he did like a child, though against his every will he could muster.
O.O.O.O
He awoke to the all not great sensation of someone else sniffing him. At least he was a he this time, at least.
"What do you want?" He said as he got up and glared at the wolf in front of him. Just great, another marauder. A quick glance at the moon confirmed Remus would be able to turn human. With the thought, Remus did turn to the men he mostly was.
"Wondering if you are okay, actually, bleeding here from some unknown womb in your bare for all groan area with the scent of Woman's temptation potion on you, and Jame's footsteps surrounding you."
"It's none of your business. I'm fine."
"Are you sure? My wolf senses tell me things. One of those things is, that most just pregnant man usually are not."
"What are you talking about?" Great, Remus was playing with him. Just Great. Something to top this perfect day and night.
"You're pregnant with James Potter's first son."
O.O.O.O
*grins evilly* You like? You hate? Tell me?
NFAQ (not freguently asked questions that may be asked)
Why is James not OOC?
Because it was the potion!
Why is the author so weird?
....