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Evol - it's what's for dinner! HP/Alias - Also Known As
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obsessedmuch once again proves to be a goddess and Dysfunctional is very much updated (except for 'A Rose is a Rose is a Rose').
2. I am screening S1 Alias right now and I just saw the first Sark episode, 'The Coup'. Saaaaaaaaaaaaaaark! *licks* I am so writing some Sark/Will. Eventually. I want a Will too, but not as badly as I want a Sark. His mouth is like [incoherent babble here]... and when he smirks. *licks again*
3. Ryan's website has undergone yet another transformation. You can hear new singles, including 'So Blue' if you go there. It's like Urge Overkill meets Ryan meets a Mexican cantina. For real.
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serialkarma said she wanted something with Neville. Then she said Neville/Sark. And my inner crackhead was all OMGWTFareyouhigh? But then I realised it's not like I haven't already cast Sark as war/post-war Draco in my head, but dude. I mean *dude*.
Harry Potter/ Alias
Also Known As
Improv: trap, consequence dry, silk, shiver
The best thing about being with Julian is that he doesn't ask a lot of questions. The last thing Neville needs is a Nosy Rosie asking about the scars spidering along his forearms or why he keeps an old Firebolt broom in the wardrobe beside Julian’s fifteen leather jackets. But Julian never asks about that.
He never asks Neville about his mates from school or what his life was like when he was younger. It’s not as though Neville wants to talk about his Gran, though, so they’re happier this way.
Neville firmly believes that ignorance is bliss; and sometimes it’s like life only started when he and Julian met, nothing else came before, which is just fine by them. The last thing Neville needs is to think about why he is where he is, and how he manages to pay for a top-floor flat in Maida Vale when he spends his days digging in the dirt and running a nursery.
Neville doesn’t want to talk about Harry. He doesn’t want to talk about Past Events.
This is why he’s chosen a Muggle as a lover.
It’s much easier to ignore the past when your lover doesn’t know what’s in it.
*
Julian's clothing tends to smell like gunpowder more often than not, but they don't talk about that either, because that would require talking about why Neville knows what gunpowder smells like or what Julian actually does on all those business trips that he takes with very little notice.
Neville doesn’t actually mind the faint residue the gunpowder leaves on Julian’s hands, and even though it never seems to come off with soap in the bath, Neville doesn’t mention that. Instead he licks the damp webbing between Julian’s fingers and makes noises when Julian tugs at the fastenings on his trousers and traps him against the wall by the bathroom.
*
Neville's not really sure how he met Julian; sometimes it seems like he was always here, there, around -- but that’s not possible at all.
Julian didn't attend Hogwarts with him, with them. He was never sorted into a house. He never attended a meeting of Dumbledore’s Army. Julian wasn't around for the war and the ensuing wreckage; he absolutely wasn’t there when the Death Eaters attacked the Burrow or when Neville buried Harry in the garden out back -- but that’s all in the past now. Because Neville used to be with Harry, and Harry used to be alive; but now Harry’s dead, and Neville’s moved on. He’s moved on with Julian, so there must’ve been a meeting, somewhere at sometime, somehow.
There must’ve been dates.
Neville never would’ve just invited some stranger to come home with him and shag him on his sofa until he couldn’t remember his own name.
He didn’t kill Voldemort just to come to that, did he?
*
Julian's associates only call him by his surname, Sark, and this is why Neville can tell immediately who’s on the phone when it rings. Their phone doesn’t ring very often, but enough to keep them both occupied. It’s taken Ron an age to figure out how to use the phone by himself, but Neville once had Harry’s help with those sort of things, and Ron... Neville tries not to think about that either.
In general, they don’t inquire about the people on the other end of the line, instead they pass the receiver wordlessly and go on about their business.
This life works for them just fine.
*
They fuck in desperation. Not every time, but sometimes. Sometimes Julian yanks and pulls, and Neville trips. They’ve broken the same lamp six times, and Julian thinks Neville’s a whiz at fixing things. Neville knows a simple Reparo can fix a lot of broken items. He also knows there are things that can’t be fixed at all. This is yet another reason that he doesn’t open himself up to Julian too much. Doors once opened can’t be closed again, and there would be consequences to sharing the truth with someone, anyone, who couldn’t understand exactly what Neville’s gone through. So instead, Neville shivers when Julian breathes against the back of his neck and whimpers at the feel of blonde silk clutched between his scarred fingers.
When Julian is inside him, Neville doesn’t think of Harry at all.
*
In the not-so-distant past, Neville would’ve wondered how he could’ve found himself a lover like Julian Sark, good-looks, charisma and all -- but in The Aftermath, Neville doesn’t tend to think about things too hard. He has his lover and his flowers and his staid, bland schedule -- that’s enough for him for the rest of his life.
Neville’s not big on surprises, especially when they come teaming through the doors and the windows and every conceivable place at six-oh-eight on a Tuesday morning.
Neville knows a bad situation when he sees it. And he knows that thirteen men in all black and wearing strange Quidditch goggles are nothing but A Bad Situation. So when Julian produces his own gun from somewhere behind Neville’s head and Neville clearly hears the sound of a mechanism catching, he takes matters in his own hand.
He won’t lose another lover because he wasn’t quick enough with his wand, and the flash of green light that fills the bedroom momentarily blinds Neville to anything else that might be going on.
When the light fades, Neville lowers his wand and turns in the bedclothes to look at Julian face-to-face. “Is there something you’d like to tell me?” he asks, deliberately reaching out and taking Julian’s gun away. “Clearly there are some things that I don’t know about you.”
Julian’s eyes are huge, but the dryness of his tone says it all. “Aren’t you one to talk, Mr Longbottom? When I said you had a big stick, this wasn’t quite what I was referring to at the time.”
-end-
Wee Epilogue: Part I and Part II
And uh, more.
Such a Gracious Host added 09.12.04
Happy now,serialkarma?
obsessedmuch once again proves to be a goddess and Dysfunctional is very much updated (except for 'A Rose is a Rose is a Rose').2. I am screening S1 Alias right now and I just saw the first Sark episode, 'The Coup'. Saaaaaaaaaaaaaaark! *licks* I am so writing some Sark/Will. Eventually. I want a Will too, but not as badly as I want a Sark. His mouth is like [incoherent babble here]... and when he smirks. *licks again*
3. Ryan's website has undergone yet another transformation. You can hear new singles, including 'So Blue' if you go there. It's like Urge Overkill meets Ryan meets a Mexican cantina. For real.
4. I am
serialkarma said she wanted something with Neville. Then she said Neville/Sark. And my inner crackhead was all OMGWTFareyouhigh? But then I realised it's not like I haven't already cast Sark as war/post-war Draco in my head, but dude. I mean *dude*. Harry Potter/ Alias
Also Known As
Improv: trap, consequence dry, silk, shiver
The best thing about being with Julian is that he doesn't ask a lot of questions. The last thing Neville needs is a Nosy Rosie asking about the scars spidering along his forearms or why he keeps an old Firebolt broom in the wardrobe beside Julian’s fifteen leather jackets. But Julian never asks about that.
He never asks Neville about his mates from school or what his life was like when he was younger. It’s not as though Neville wants to talk about his Gran, though, so they’re happier this way.
Neville firmly believes that ignorance is bliss; and sometimes it’s like life only started when he and Julian met, nothing else came before, which is just fine by them. The last thing Neville needs is to think about why he is where he is, and how he manages to pay for a top-floor flat in Maida Vale when he spends his days digging in the dirt and running a nursery.
Neville doesn’t want to talk about Harry. He doesn’t want to talk about Past Events.
This is why he’s chosen a Muggle as a lover.
It’s much easier to ignore the past when your lover doesn’t know what’s in it.
Julian's clothing tends to smell like gunpowder more often than not, but they don't talk about that either, because that would require talking about why Neville knows what gunpowder smells like or what Julian actually does on all those business trips that he takes with very little notice.
Neville doesn’t actually mind the faint residue the gunpowder leaves on Julian’s hands, and even though it never seems to come off with soap in the bath, Neville doesn’t mention that. Instead he licks the damp webbing between Julian’s fingers and makes noises when Julian tugs at the fastenings on his trousers and traps him against the wall by the bathroom.
Neville's not really sure how he met Julian; sometimes it seems like he was always here, there, around -- but that’s not possible at all.
Julian didn't attend Hogwarts with him, with them. He was never sorted into a house. He never attended a meeting of Dumbledore’s Army. Julian wasn't around for the war and the ensuing wreckage; he absolutely wasn’t there when the Death Eaters attacked the Burrow or when Neville buried Harry in the garden out back -- but that’s all in the past now. Because Neville used to be with Harry, and Harry used to be alive; but now Harry’s dead, and Neville’s moved on. He’s moved on with Julian, so there must’ve been a meeting, somewhere at sometime, somehow.
There must’ve been dates.
Neville never would’ve just invited some stranger to come home with him and shag him on his sofa until he couldn’t remember his own name.
He didn’t kill Voldemort just to come to that, did he?
Julian's associates only call him by his surname, Sark, and this is why Neville can tell immediately who’s on the phone when it rings. Their phone doesn’t ring very often, but enough to keep them both occupied. It’s taken Ron an age to figure out how to use the phone by himself, but Neville once had Harry’s help with those sort of things, and Ron... Neville tries not to think about that either.
In general, they don’t inquire about the people on the other end of the line, instead they pass the receiver wordlessly and go on about their business.
This life works for them just fine.
They fuck in desperation. Not every time, but sometimes. Sometimes Julian yanks and pulls, and Neville trips. They’ve broken the same lamp six times, and Julian thinks Neville’s a whiz at fixing things. Neville knows a simple Reparo can fix a lot of broken items. He also knows there are things that can’t be fixed at all. This is yet another reason that he doesn’t open himself up to Julian too much. Doors once opened can’t be closed again, and there would be consequences to sharing the truth with someone, anyone, who couldn’t understand exactly what Neville’s gone through. So instead, Neville shivers when Julian breathes against the back of his neck and whimpers at the feel of blonde silk clutched between his scarred fingers.
When Julian is inside him, Neville doesn’t think of Harry at all.
In the not-so-distant past, Neville would’ve wondered how he could’ve found himself a lover like Julian Sark, good-looks, charisma and all -- but in The Aftermath, Neville doesn’t tend to think about things too hard. He has his lover and his flowers and his staid, bland schedule -- that’s enough for him for the rest of his life.
Neville’s not big on surprises, especially when they come teaming through the doors and the windows and every conceivable place at six-oh-eight on a Tuesday morning.
Neville knows a bad situation when he sees it. And he knows that thirteen men in all black and wearing strange Quidditch goggles are nothing but A Bad Situation. So when Julian produces his own gun from somewhere behind Neville’s head and Neville clearly hears the sound of a mechanism catching, he takes matters in his own hand.
He won’t lose another lover because he wasn’t quick enough with his wand, and the flash of green light that fills the bedroom momentarily blinds Neville to anything else that might be going on.
When the light fades, Neville lowers his wand and turns in the bedclothes to look at Julian face-to-face. “Is there something you’d like to tell me?” he asks, deliberately reaching out and taking Julian’s gun away. “Clearly there are some things that I don’t know about you.”
Julian’s eyes are huge, but the dryness of his tone says it all. “Aren’t you one to talk, Mr Longbottom? When I said you had a big stick, this wasn’t quite what I was referring to at the time.”
-end-
Wee Epilogue: Part I and Part II
And uh, more.
Such a Gracious Host added 09.12.04
Happy now,
serialkarma?
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It made it very hard for Neville to concentrate on Julian's confession.
"So -- so ---" he stuttered.
"So, *what*?" Julian prompted, nipping sharply on Neville's collarbone. He made a displeased noise when Neville flipped them over so Julian was on his back.
"People hire you to kill other people?" Neville asked, pulling his legs up so he could straddle Julian's waist.
Julian shook his head, letting out a small noise as Neville twisted his left nipple cautiously. "*Harder*," he gritted out. "I work for an organization that wants to make the world a better place. I only kill people on occasion."
It was Neville's turn to make the displeased noise.
"I once knew someone who had that sort of vision," he said, exhaling sharply as Julian's hands skimmed from his waist to his shoulders. "I killed him."
Neville grinned as Julian flipped them over again, gaining the advantage. Whatever else he was going to say was obliterated by Julian's mouth on his and long fingers wrapping around his cock.
"You're not going to kill me, are you?" Julian asked as Neville panted harshly.
"Not today," Neville said. "Unless you stop what you're doing."
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Dear Sark,
I love you. Please have my MPREG babies.
Love,
A.
"Not today," Neville said. "Unless you stop what you're doing."
Dear Neville,
I know how you feel.
Love,
A.
...okay, now get with the more plot! There's at least fifty pages worth of hot sex and gushing blood and guns and wands here!
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*puts fingers in ears and hums really loudly*
LALALALALALALALALALA!
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LEAP STAB!!
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you are e-VOL.
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I know who Neville killed.*g*
also, I'm sure you've heard this five times, but your code is fucked up for some reason.
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girlfriend, you're amazing.
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You know what I love most? How with like two sentences Neville is suddenly one of the most formidable people Sark could have to deal with. Gah.
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How with like two sentences Neville is suddenly one of the most formidable people Sark could have to deal with.
Z.'s Neville can definitely be scary. I like how they both kind of underestimate each other and live around each other and then one day everything comes to a head, and maybe they will realize that they don't need to live without each other?
OMG MAYBE NEVILLE KILLS SYDNEY AND MAKES ALIAS A WATCHABLE SHOW! It would be great if it was all about the boy lovin and the evil.
For you two a bit more.
Is it wrong that I find that such a great compliment? Huh.
--
There's always a morning after The Night Before, but for Julian and Neville this amounts to shagging in the bed and in the bath as though nothing's changed at all. There was a time, not so long ago, when making love surrounded by a cadre of bodies would've done a horrible number on Neville's mind, but Neville can become accustomed to anything with time. So even if a part of him wonders who this stranger above him is, the larger part is willing to trust Julian because there's really nothing else for it. It's not as though Neville has anything to fear either. The last time a wizard was killed by a Muggle gun was in 1834 when Richard Galahad Smythe, a distant relation of Neville's, went into a duel with the Earl of Doncaster and his wand got stuck up his sleeve. Even the most generous wizard could admit that Smythe got his just desserts for managing to turn the earls daughter into a son, just for his prurient interests.
The point of all this being that, it takes a lot to unsettle Neville these days, so when Julian promises to sort out the mess in the flat, Neville winds up spending a long morning in the nursery de-clawing his Venomous Tentacula and only taking a break when his assistant threatens to stuff his pockets with ferrets and sicc her Hippogriff on him.
When Neville wanders home for lunch, he's more than a little surprised, and pleased, to find Julian sitting at the kitchen table in his pajama bottoms surrounded by several shiny black objects and no bodies.
"What's all this then?" Neville asks, brushing a kiss against the shorn hair on Julian's scalp.
"Work I've brought home from the office," Julian says, putting two large oiled objects together with a loud 'click' before turning his head for a kiss. This is the first time Neville's seen anything having to do with that Julian does, and Julian makes an encouraging noise as Neville's lips press against him. There's a faint brush of tongue against Neville's bottom lip as he pulls away and Julian smirks at him.
"You taste like dirt." Julian's amusement is clear.
"You smell like oil and gunpowder," Neville points out.
Julian doesn't even blink. "If you're a wizard, how do you know what gunpowder smells like?"
"I know what a lot of things smell like," Neville says leaning forward and resting his chin on top of Julian's head. "What are you going to do with all this? Are you going away again?"
"Just for a few days."
Neville made a noncommittal noise as he slid his hands along the large piece of metal and steel Julian held. He stopped when his hands slid over Julian’s. "Where do you go when you travel?" Neville asked.
"I can't tell you that."
"Why not?"
Julian put the metal object on the table and turned in his chair to face Neville. "Because I don't want anything to happen to you while I'm gone."
"I think I can take care of myself." Neville didn’t think he did incredulous, but apparently Julian got the message.
"I'm certain you can, but what good would I be if I didn't do that for you?"
“I don’t need you to protect me,” Neville warned.
“Nor I you,” Julian said, “but that’s not the point. I like having you around; I’d prefer for nothing to jeopardise that.”
Neville blinked. In all their time together, he couldn’t remember ever hearing anything like this from Julian. It was almost a declaration – of something or other.
Re: For you two a bit more.
Second of all, this is so damn schmoopy. You're the only person I know who does schmoopy with professional hit men and psychotic wizards.
Neville made a noncommittal noise as he slid his hands along the large piece of metal and steel Julian held.
Yeah, sometimes a cigar is just a cigar. Then there's all those other times.
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I really can't say anything else.
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This is because you are E-vol! Also, you two have unleashed a monster. My brain is all, Neville and Julian could be the next Bonnie and Clyde, and I'm all 'uh, no. Back up off me right now.' They are kinda hot together though, especially with the short buzz cuts.
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Dude, this has potential. Serious crackfic potential, but hey, what's new?