Fandom united <3

[birdsofshore]

I've got to do bedtime here but as soon as the young Birds are asleep, I'm in the mood for some tomfoolery. Please check back around 8 pm or so if you have time to spare for shenanigans. \o/

Here we go - in honour of hd_collab sign ups beginning today, let's collaborate. \o/ All of us, right here!

I've started a couple of stories below. Add a sentence or two and sit back and see what happens. Mix up genres, tropes, writing styles, pairings - switch fandom mid story if you feel like it. Artists and non-writers join in too - it's not meant to be a writing competition, it's meant to be fun and probably bloody ridiculous. If you don't feel like expressing yourself in words, gifs or sketches are totally admissable.

If the story branches off because two people reply to the same comment, just go with it! We can have multiple endings. If none of the stories here appeal, start your own by beginning a new comment thread and putting a TITLE for the story in the subject line.

Comment as many times as you like! Start different threads! Be creative! Be bold! Be silly! Be filthy! Keep it short and fast-moving if possible.

Don't be shy! Come and PLAYYYYYY! We might write a new fandom classic together! ♥ ♥ ♥

ETA: WE HAVE A FINISHED FIC.

How Ron Got Detention (was: Ron's Big Moment), by birdsofshore, lightofdaye, cabinetcaligari, and amorette. It branches off a few times but we got there in the end.

I have to go to bed now but please keep playing! I'd be delighted to wake up in the morning to plenty more collaborations. I'll add any finished ones to a masterlist. Have fun ♥

ETA AGAIN: WE HAVE FANART

Scuba by the lovely anemonen, an illustration for the (as yet unfinished) fic Harry's new hobby, written by anemonen, birdsofshore, capitu, dicta_contrion, praevarus, and cabinetcaligari, but especially for dicta_contrion's killer line: Harry advanced, his flippers smacking sensuously against the hardwood floors.

I'm so happy this nonsensical little fest is producing genuinely fabulous things \o/

I'm sorry, I can't play again tonight. I have to catch up on some writing, but please do read through the comments - some of them are hilarious, while others are wonderfully kinky (some are hilarious AND kinky) - and carry on playing and writing as much as you like!

Comments

Re: Harry Potter and the Fetish Stone

[writcraft]

Harry shivered in the sudden cold, his cheeks hot as he realised how exposed he was to Snape. His gaze settled on the wall to the far side of the room and he bit his bottom lip to stifle a moan.

Canes. Floggers. Whips.

"Do you see something you like Mister Potter?" Snape traced his wand along the curve of Harry's neck, his lips curving into a dangerous smile. "Well, well. How very...interesting."

Harry tried to stop his body from twisting towards Snape. He didn't want this. He hated Snape. Didn't he?

"This is some kind of trick..."

"Oh no," Snape replied, softly. "If it is a trick, it is one of your own imagination. Who would have thought the Chosen One would be harbouring such dark desires? Such perversions." Snape stroked his finger over his lips and fixed Harry with a dark stare. "Tell me, Harry - what is it that you truly crave?"

Harry tugged at the ropes holding him firmly in place. "I'll never tell you!."

"No?" Snape tutted as if Harry had displeased him, and the thought made Harry strangely unhappy. Snape held his wand aloft and pointed it in Harry's direction. "If it is something you are unable to articulate, perhaps I should see for myself. Legilimens."

Re: Harry Potter and the Fetish Stone

[amorette.livejournal.com]

"Ah," Snape said, his lips stretching into a leery grin, "I see. So the famous Harry Potter is a bit of a masochist, is he? Who would have known the world's Chosen One likes a bit of pain?"

At that word, a shiver ran down Harry's spine. He wished his cock wasn't hardening by the moment, proving Snape right.

Snape held out his hand, and one of the toys flew across the room and into his palm.

Oh God, it was the ---

Re: Harry Potter and the Fetish Stone

[writcraft]

--riding crop. Harry swallowed and eyed the leather tip and the way Snape gave the crop and experimental swat.

"What are you going to do with that?" Harry's voice broke and he shuddered with pleasure when Snape trailed the tip of the crop over his inner thigh.

Snape smirked, and he tapped the crop against Harry's legs. "Exactly what you want me to do with it. This is your fantasy after all."

Snape looked down at his outfit. Gone were the long, black robes. Instead, Snape wore black fitted trousers, riding boots and a loose fitting shirt. He let out a soft snort, and shook his head. His lips twitched and when he looked at Harry his gaze was dark with arousal.

"How interesting. It appears you enjoy being treated like a pet, Potter. Although I would prefer to see you as an eager little pup than a pony, given the choice. Are you quite sure this is what you desire?"