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Long Fic: Two Way Mirror - Percy/Snape - oh so very NC-17
Title: Two Way Mirror
Rating: Truly NC-17
Pairing: The rather intense Percy/Snape
Wordcount: 2,792.5
HBP spoilers like you wouldn't believe. If you want non-spoilery Percy/Snape, read this instead.
Summary: Wizarding gloryholes, unromantic sex and gritty, anonymous encounters under the shadow of war. A fugitive is at risk of being believed.
Author’s Note: Thank you to the ever-insightful![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
cheshyre, world-renowed expert on Percyness, and to dphearson for her enthusiasm. Also a call-out to killerbeautiful for her prompt reply (do you want the next one?). ETA -- almost forgot. Seven Shoe Alley belongs to CLS (my absolutely fabulous beta from Primer to the Dark Arts) from her Marauder-era Stag Night, which you really ought to read.
Read the rest here: Wizarding gloryholes, unromantic sex and gritty, anonymous encounters under the shadow of war. A fugitive is at risk of being believed.
Snippet of Two Way Mirror
By Icarus
It was always the men's room where one heard these things. Percy shook himself off and was buttoning his trousers when the wooden door bumped open. He turned, a bit startled, as two men continued their conversation in surprisingly loud voices that echoed off the dank grey walls.
"Yeah, they've got Squibs – girls and boys – who'll suck you for practically free."
By their casual robes they looked like they were from the Department of Magical Games and Sports. A bathroom stall door thumped closed.
The taller of the two stood in front of the urinal and said loudly to his friend, "Oh yeah, I've heard of Seven Shoe Alley. Wouldn't be caught dead paying for it though."
Percy hovered by the faucet and pretended to ignore them as he peered at his reflection. He stroked a curl a flat with a little water.
"Eh, everybody does it one time or another. Don't mean nothing about you, just that you needed a quick pick-me-up."
The other laughed as he buttoned his robes. "All the same, I think I'll stick with my girlfriend."
"Yeah? And how's that working out for you? You find the magic key to unlock her knees yet?"
"Oh, fuck you!"
It was just the usual crudeness among men, and Percy didn't know why it preyed on his mind throughout the day. Yet he found himself at his desk thinking about it, quill poised as he leaned on an elbow, the late afternoon sun streaming in through the window behind him. There was the usual bustle of people in his office… whose last words he had just missed. "—the Minister's signed the anti-Dementor Act rider, however—"
He blinked and tried to catch up.
Of course he knew about blow jobs. That was nothing new; he'd even had one once. But somehow 'blow job' coupled with 'boy' had fired his imagination.
He wanted that.
He wanted to do that.
And apparently other people did as well.
Read the rest here: Wizarding gloryholes, unromantic sex and gritty, anonymous encounters under the shadow of war. A fugitive is at risk of being believed.
Rating: Truly NC-17
Pairing: The rather intense Percy/Snape
Wordcount: 2,792.5
HBP spoilers like you wouldn't believe. If you want non-spoilery Percy/Snape, read this instead.
Summary: Wizarding gloryholes, unromantic sex and gritty, anonymous encounters under the shadow of war. A fugitive is at risk of being believed.
Author’s Note: Thank you to the ever-insightful
cheshyre, world-renowed expert on Percyness, and to dphearson for her enthusiasm. Also a call-out to killerbeautiful for her prompt reply (do you want the next one?). ETA -- almost forgot. Seven Shoe Alley belongs to CLS (my absolutely fabulous beta from Primer to the Dark Arts) from her Marauder-era Stag Night, which you really ought to read. Read the rest here: Wizarding gloryholes, unromantic sex and gritty, anonymous encounters under the shadow of war. A fugitive is at risk of being believed.
Snippet of Two Way Mirror
By Icarus
It was always the men's room where one heard these things. Percy shook himself off and was buttoning his trousers when the wooden door bumped open. He turned, a bit startled, as two men continued their conversation in surprisingly loud voices that echoed off the dank grey walls.
"Yeah, they've got Squibs – girls and boys – who'll suck you for practically free."
By their casual robes they looked like they were from the Department of Magical Games and Sports. A bathroom stall door thumped closed.
The taller of the two stood in front of the urinal and said loudly to his friend, "Oh yeah, I've heard of Seven Shoe Alley. Wouldn't be caught dead paying for it though."
Percy hovered by the faucet and pretended to ignore them as he peered at his reflection. He stroked a curl a flat with a little water.
"Eh, everybody does it one time or another. Don't mean nothing about you, just that you needed a quick pick-me-up."
The other laughed as he buttoned his robes. "All the same, I think I'll stick with my girlfriend."
"Yeah? And how's that working out for you? You find the magic key to unlock her knees yet?"
"Oh, fuck you!"
It was just the usual crudeness among men, and Percy didn't know why it preyed on his mind throughout the day. Yet he found himself at his desk thinking about it, quill poised as he leaned on an elbow, the late afternoon sun streaming in through the window behind him. There was the usual bustle of people in his office… whose last words he had just missed. "—the Minister's signed the anti-Dementor Act rider, however—"
He blinked and tried to catch up.
Of course he knew about blow jobs. That was nothing new; he'd even had one once. But somehow 'blow job' coupled with 'boy' had fired his imagination.
He wanted that.
He wanted to do that.
And apparently other people did as well.
Read the rest here: Wizarding gloryholes, unromantic sex and gritty, anonymous encounters under the shadow of war. A fugitive is at risk of being believed.
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My stand is that JKR has been redeeming Snape so often in the series it is unlikely he's genuinely a Death Eater.
If you're wondering about my thoughts in the background, this is a Snape filled with regret and resigned to being the "bad guy" who killed the beloved Dumbledore, despite his real intentions.
In this, while Percy was in his presence, Percy sensed something off: his political radar expected one kind of reaction from Snape, and this sorrowful sense of resignation didn't fit the bill for a guilty murderer. Deep down, he knew. Percy has always known the truth about Harry, and Snape here, but he believes "the facts" and "the evidence" before his own intuitions and opinions. It doesn't occur to him that "the evidence" could be wrong.
So once he was out of Snape's presence he started second-guessing himself. He's angry with himself less for the blowjob and more because of his reasons for it: kindness. And this is his first real feelings for a man (which is rather sad, but they made a powerful connection). He could easily fall in love with Snape, and perhaps he has. These feelings are that overwhelming to him, and irrational.
By-the-way, it's subtle and you're not intended to know (because Percy doesn't know) but Snape cast Legilimens here, before the sex:
He looked up into Snape's burning eyes
and here, after:
But Snape remained, his steady eyes on Percy who felt curiously vulnerable and naked under that gaze.
He was assessing the danger, but instead found that Percy's concern was genuine. For a hunted man hated by all, this was water in the desert. It was so unexpected he didn't want to leave.
So despite the sordid location and the sadness, this is a love story and a story about trust: trusting one's instincts, and finding someone you can trust.
You can bet that if Snape survives and is vindicated he's going to look Percy up. The one man who was genuinely concerned about him, despite it all? Oh yeah, Percy passed a major test of character there for Snape.
Icarus
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