Title: And Then The Dark Lord Went Blam
Rating/Warnings: PG-13 for exploding lubricant.
Summary:I think the title says it all, really.
AN: This is the most
musesfool's fault that anything in the history of things being
musesfool's fault has ever been. Our brains are swollen with ass tea.
And Then The Dark Lord Went Blam
Harry Potter, the Trophy Concubine Who Lived, staggered out of the Dark Lord's chamber covered in ichor. The sound of a rather wet explosion had brought several key minions of Voldemort running.
Remus Lupin, Lapwerewolf to the Throne, was first on the scene, and caught Harry just before he tumbled to the ground, barely even thinking about how these stains were never going to come out of his leather trousers. Good thing he wasn't wearing a shirt.
"Harry, what's happened?" he demanded, shaking the boy's shoulders. Harry was wearing a dazed expression.
"I have no idea," he murmured, eyes glassy. "He was putting on the lube, and he murmured the usual sensory enhancement charm, and then…BLAM!" Harry fluttered a hand helplessly.
"Blam?" Severus Snape, Official Brewer of Lubricant and Other Necessaries, appeared at Remus' shoulder, cape snapping dramatically. Glancing back at it in irritation, Snape barked a Finite Incantatum to end the Dramatic Wind Charm Voldemort insisted on having blowing down the corridor at all times. "Now, what's all this about the Dark Lord going blam?"
"Lube," Harry offered weakly, raising a hand to his brow and smearing the ichor around. "Charm…blam."
"Blam?" Lucius Malfoy, Head Minion and Nefarious Activities Coordinator, came pelting down the hall. After a horrified look at Harry, Lucius threw open the chamber door and shrieked. "My Lord!"
"Excellent!" Snape's eyes glittered in triumph. "My latest lubricant was a complete success!"
"You did this, Severus?" Remus asked. Harry gave a weak moan, and Remus patted his back soothingly. Really, these trousers were so ruined.
"I brewed it specifically for the Dark Lord," Snape announced. "Merlin knows I agree with him about the Mudbloods, but he was slashing my ingredients budget. Something had to be done."
"But I don't understand." Harry gave a watery hiccup. "You gave that tube to him last week!"
"The ingredients are extremely volatile," Snape informed them. "They can only be mixed in tiny amounts, reducing the chance of a successful combustion. Still, when combined with the charm that our Lord preferred, the lubricant had a thousand-to-one chance of igniting."
"A thousand to one!" Lucius wailed. "There's no way he could beat those odds!"
The End [blam]
Rating/Warnings: PG-13 for exploding lubricant.
Summary:I think the title says it all, really.
AN: This is the most
And Then The Dark Lord Went Blam
Harry Potter, the Trophy Concubine Who Lived, staggered out of the Dark Lord's chamber covered in ichor. The sound of a rather wet explosion had brought several key minions of Voldemort running.
Remus Lupin, Lapwerewolf to the Throne, was first on the scene, and caught Harry just before he tumbled to the ground, barely even thinking about how these stains were never going to come out of his leather trousers. Good thing he wasn't wearing a shirt.
"Harry, what's happened?" he demanded, shaking the boy's shoulders. Harry was wearing a dazed expression.
"I have no idea," he murmured, eyes glassy. "He was putting on the lube, and he murmured the usual sensory enhancement charm, and then…BLAM!" Harry fluttered a hand helplessly.
"Blam?" Severus Snape, Official Brewer of Lubricant and Other Necessaries, appeared at Remus' shoulder, cape snapping dramatically. Glancing back at it in irritation, Snape barked a Finite Incantatum to end the Dramatic Wind Charm Voldemort insisted on having blowing down the corridor at all times. "Now, what's all this about the Dark Lord going blam?"
"Lube," Harry offered weakly, raising a hand to his brow and smearing the ichor around. "Charm…blam."
"Blam?" Lucius Malfoy, Head Minion and Nefarious Activities Coordinator, came pelting down the hall. After a horrified look at Harry, Lucius threw open the chamber door and shrieked. "My Lord!"
"Excellent!" Snape's eyes glittered in triumph. "My latest lubricant was a complete success!"
"You did this, Severus?" Remus asked. Harry gave a weak moan, and Remus patted his back soothingly. Really, these trousers were so ruined.
"I brewed it specifically for the Dark Lord," Snape announced. "Merlin knows I agree with him about the Mudbloods, but he was slashing my ingredients budget. Something had to be done."
"But I don't understand." Harry gave a watery hiccup. "You gave that tube to him last week!"
"The ingredients are extremely volatile," Snape informed them. "They can only be mixed in tiny amounts, reducing the chance of a successful combustion. Still, when combined with the charm that our Lord preferred, the lubricant had a thousand-to-one chance of igniting."
"A thousand to one!" Lucius wailed. "There's no way he could beat those odds!"
The End [blam]
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Date: 2005-04-01 07:26 am (UTC)GIVE MY ASS TEA!
BLAM!
*is dead of the funny*
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Date: 2005-04-01 07:35 am (UTC)maybe if you're lucky, this will start a whole trend of explodinglube!fic. It might become the new wingfic.
[blam]
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Date: 2005-04-01 02:41 pm (UTC)...and this is the first HP fic I've read in months, and I can't stop giggling. Yay!
[blam!]
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Date: 2005-04-01 02:48 pm (UTC)[blam]
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Date: 2005-04-01 03:16 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-04-01 04:38 pm (UTC)*laughs*
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Date: 2005-04-01 04:39 pm (UTC)But I think I'd rather do something naughty to
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Date: 2005-04-01 05:52 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-04-01 05:54 pm (UTC)haha, thanks! One minute we were talking about how there isn't enough spontaneous combustion in fic, and the next thing i knew...
[blam]
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Date: 2005-04-01 05:55 pm (UTC)thanks!
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Date: 2005-04-01 05:56 pm (UTC)haha, Victoria completely deserves any resulting naughtiness, this was all because of her and her desire for more spontaneous combustion in fics.
thanks! *g*
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Date: 2005-04-01 05:57 pm (UTC)[blam]
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Date: 2005-04-01 06:06 pm (UTC)[blam]
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Date: 2005-04-01 06:15 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-04-01 07:42 pm (UTC)There must be an icon made with "Lube...Charm...blam." "Blam?" "Blam!" *dies laughing*
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Date: 2005-04-01 07:44 pm (UTC)Darn good thing he was, erm, disengaged at the time. That could have been very unpleasant for the Trophy Concubine Who Lived.
And leathertrousers!Lupin! Hah!
What's really perversely funny is that at first glance your icon resembled a tampon. Exploding!tampon!
Or...not.
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Date: 2005-04-01 08:03 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-04-01 10:14 pm (UTC)thanks!
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Date: 2005-04-01 10:18 pm (UTC)There must be an icon made with "Lube...Charm...blam." "Blam?" "Blam!"
i think one could do a perfectly good animated one that resembled an [Adult Swim] bump.
Dear [Adult Swim]: Lube..Charm...blam." -TrophyConcubine419
TrophyConcubine419: Blam? -[Adult Swim]
[Adult Swim]: Blam! -TrophyConcubine419
[blam]
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Date: 2005-04-01 10:20 pm (UTC)HAHAHAHA! "Please disengage concubines before using".
Thank you! Lupin in leather is a big button-pusher for me as well.
Exploding!tampon!
er, right then. carry on.
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Date: 2005-04-01 10:21 pm (UTC)*g* and i like your icon.
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Date: 2005-04-01 10:32 pm (UTC)Just because one turns into a slavering beast once a month is really no reason to destroy one's wardrobe needlessly. Isn't that the truth. *snorts*
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Date: 2005-04-01 11:20 pm (UTC)*has way too much fun with the icons today*
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Date: 2005-04-01 11:39 pm (UTC)Yes, exactly like that! You are bloody brilliant! *pauses in impish thought* But what comes next? What gushes of brilliance can follow exploding lube? What kind of hysteria can be thrust upon your readers in the wake of Dark Lord ichor? *raises an eyebrow in mock challenge*
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Date: 2005-04-02 12:51 am (UTC)Oh, my. The Trophy Concubine Who Lived? Brilliant!
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Date: 2005-04-02 12:58 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-04-02 01:24 am (UTC)That was brilliant fun.
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Date: 2005-04-02 03:47 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-04-02 05:28 pm (UTC)Yours is quite amusing as well.
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Date: 2005-04-02 11:20 pm (UTC)<3
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Date: 2005-04-04 03:03 pm (UTC)Harry's good for something anyways.
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Date: 2005-04-04 03:03 pm (UTC)...shades of your Smutmas fic, right?
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Date: 2005-04-04 03:04 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-04-04 03:04 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-04-04 03:05 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-04-04 03:12 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-04-05 02:01 pm (UTC)[blam]
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Date: 2005-07-25 11:49 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-11-22 11:39 pm (UTC)*worships*
My sides hurt from not laughing. Must not laugh in uni library, must be strong! *splorfling like mad*
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Date: 2005-11-23 12:26 am (UTC)*g*
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Date: 2005-11-23 08:19 pm (UTC)*hugs*
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Date: 2007-03-17 01:15 pm (UTC)BLAM!
*cough hack cough hack bleh dies*
The end.
It was fabulous. Poor trousers. I'll send a new pair to him. *angst*