Title: Calming Breath
Rating : PG
Author:
lilyseyes
Word Count: 100x4
Challenge:168: Libation
Warnings: *Implied Mpreg, fluff*
Disclaimer: JKR owns the Potterverse – I just play in it. No money is made from these amateur works.
Summary: Glimpses life with the Potter-Snape family. Another in the Breathe Series
Thanks for the once-over,
the_minx_17! *muchas smoochas*
"And just a splash of this."
Laurel watched as Papa finished 'tirrin' stuff that was the tolor of fire. Papa lifted the doblet and took a drink.
"Ah, a perfect libation to calm your Daddy's frayed nerves, my little princess."
Laurel clapped her hands in delight. Daddy'd had a bad day, even though he'd 'taved ever'body! Kissing her, Papa lifted Laurel down from her he'ping 'tool.
"Daddy! Papadatabatontoru!" Papa's got a libation for you!
Sevvy smiled at her from Daddy's lap, where he was taking tare of their Daddy. T'rowing her arms up, Laurel waited for Sevvy to he'p her.
Snuggled close, Sevvy knew that Daddy 'preciated his tomfort as he patted Daddy's cheek. He heard Lulu laugh and Sevvy leaned down to help little sister trawl up onto Daddy's lap. They needed to stay t'ose to reassure him after that big ol' torrie tried to hit all the 'til'dren in the p'aypark!
Daddy had taved them when he made the torrie 'top! Sevvy frowned as he remembered the rewd lady with the tamera who upset his Daddy.
Lulu looked at him, grinning, and Sevvy couldn't help but giggle. The rewd lady had looked funny with 'treen and or'nge hair!
Harry rolled his eyes as Sevvy helped Laurel into his lap. Sensitives they might be, but it was more like any excuse to cuddle. With a long suffering sigh, Harry allowed both his cheeks to be patted as his babies began to giggle.
The trembling from seeing an out-of-control lorrie bearing down on the village's little playground had subsided, finally. His instinctive bit of wandless magic would have passed unnoticed by relieved parents, if Rita Skeeter hadn't shown up.
"A fortifying libation to settle your nerves, my Harry."
Harry eyed the Firewhiskey in his husband's hand. "Calming Draught?"
"Of course."
Extracting Harry from toddler clutches, Severus sent the children to play under Kreacher's watchful eye. Seating himself, Severus tugged Harry into his lap, savoring the warmth and weight.
"Calming Draught in my Firewhiskey," Harry was amused.
"Just a touch," Severus whispered against his lips before kissing him thoroughly.
His own reaction to the accident had been one of anger and a slow smile spread as he thought of his children's Slytherin tendencies.
"Severus? You don't think I'm the next Dark Lord, do you?"
Rita Skeeter would regret the day she crossed a Snape, Severus decided, reassuring Harry nonverbally and completely.
Rating : PG
Author:
Word Count: 100x4
Challenge:168: Libation
Warnings: *Implied Mpreg, fluff*
Disclaimer: JKR owns the Potterverse – I just play in it. No money is made from these amateur works.
Summary: Glimpses life with the Potter-Snape family. Another in the Breathe Series
Thanks for the once-over,
"And just a splash of this."
Laurel watched as Papa finished 'tirrin' stuff that was the tolor of fire. Papa lifted the doblet and took a drink.
"Ah, a perfect libation to calm your Daddy's frayed nerves, my little princess."
Laurel clapped her hands in delight. Daddy'd had a bad day, even though he'd 'taved ever'body! Kissing her, Papa lifted Laurel down from her he'ping 'tool.
"Daddy! Papadatabatontoru!" Papa's got a libation for you!
Sevvy smiled at her from Daddy's lap, where he was taking tare of their Daddy. T'rowing her arms up, Laurel waited for Sevvy to he'p her.
Snuggled close, Sevvy knew that Daddy 'preciated his tomfort as he patted Daddy's cheek. He heard Lulu laugh and Sevvy leaned down to help little sister trawl up onto Daddy's lap. They needed to stay t'ose to reassure him after that big ol' torrie tried to hit all the 'til'dren in the p'aypark!
Daddy had taved them when he made the torrie 'top! Sevvy frowned as he remembered the rewd lady with the tamera who upset his Daddy.
Lulu looked at him, grinning, and Sevvy couldn't help but giggle. The rewd lady had looked funny with 'treen and or'nge hair!
Harry rolled his eyes as Sevvy helped Laurel into his lap. Sensitives they might be, but it was more like any excuse to cuddle. With a long suffering sigh, Harry allowed both his cheeks to be patted as his babies began to giggle.
The trembling from seeing an out-of-control lorrie bearing down on the village's little playground had subsided, finally. His instinctive bit of wandless magic would have passed unnoticed by relieved parents, if Rita Skeeter hadn't shown up.
"A fortifying libation to settle your nerves, my Harry."
Harry eyed the Firewhiskey in his husband's hand. "Calming Draught?"
"Of course."
Extracting Harry from toddler clutches, Severus sent the children to play under Kreacher's watchful eye. Seating himself, Severus tugged Harry into his lap, savoring the warmth and weight.
"Calming Draught in my Firewhiskey," Harry was amused.
"Just a touch," Severus whispered against his lips before kissing him thoroughly.
His own reaction to the accident had been one of anger and a slow smile spread as he thought of his children's Slytherin tendencies.
"Severus? You don't think I'm the next Dark Lord, do you?"
Rita Skeeter would regret the day she crossed a Snape, Severus decided, reassuring Harry nonverbally and completely.
Current Location: Headed Home from Vacation
Current Mood:
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