Kink Bingo: Body Alteration/Injury
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escapedsnake911by: escapedsnake911
fandoms: Harry Potter
kinks: Body Alteration/Injury
title: Marked
pairing: Percy/Penny
rating: M
summary/preview: The basilisk never marked her. But she needed something on her skin.
content notes: Self harm, underage (relationship between two seventeen-year-olds)
“I wish it had hurt me,” she whispered in the dark. “Is that terrible to say? I was so incredibly lucky to get out alright. But all I want is a scar to justify feeling this way.”
He squeezed his arms around her. They should have been asleep hours ago, and he should never have been in her dormitory in the first place. But almost every night found her awake in his arms, staring at the shadows and keeping watch for slitted eyes.
“It’s been six months,” she murmured. “I thought I was not going to make it through the summer. My parents didn’t understand. But three months with you should have taken care of it. Why am I not better yet?”
He did not answer because he did not know. Was there something he was missing, some trick he didn’t know? Was there a book somewhere on the after effects of basilisk attacks? The effects that could not be cured with mandrake?
“I’m sorry I keep distracting you,” she said. “You have so much else to do. So many other things to focus on.”
“I waited for you last year. I can wait for you now.”
But for all his reassuring words, he did worry. His homework was done, but would he be alert enough for his classes? His headboy duties? For the job applications he was already collecting? Could he potentially compromise his future prospects because of his girlfriend?
How could he not?
Penny had always been his special thing, the person he had who was only his. He did not have to share her or fight for her or feel like she was just humoring him in order to spend time with one of his siblings. And while she had other friends, Percy was the one she turned to.
These nights were the price of being someone’s rock. He even broke rules to be there, tricking the spells that should have kept him out of the Head Girl’s dormitory. He needed to be there when she fell asleep and when she woke up.
She was finally drifting off, leaning back against his chest, but her hands still held tension, nails biting into her arms. He ran his hands over hers, trying to relax her grip. It grudgingly released, leaving five crescent indents. One looked like it had almost broken skin.
The image stayed with him as he drifted to sleep.
*
He stared at the knife in her hands. She had not expected him in the dorm this early, had thought he would still be another hour. Plenty of time to heal up the marks.
“Penny, why would you do this? What is there to gain from something this nonsensical?”
The knife trembled in her hand, dribbling with the thin coating of blood. Nothing too deep. Never too deep.
“I got away from the basilisk without any marks. It doesn’t feel right. I want to be able to feel it.”
He crossed the room in three strides and took her into his arms.
“I am here. You do not have to do this anymore.”
He did not understand. There was no way he could understand. She tightened her grip on the knife.
“I need to feel something.”
He was silent for a long moment. He sat down on the bed. She sat down beside him. Minutes that felt like hours passed as the blood dried and crusted on her arms.
He was bad at having friends. He was bad at having a girlfriend. A real boyfriend would have been able to help her, to make it all better. All he knew how to do was be there. But if this was what she needed…
He reached for the knife slowly. Tugged it out of her hand. But he did not take it away.
He lowered it. Skimmed it lightly over her arm. And gently, incredibly gently, cut a thin line in her skin.
She could have cried from relief. She almost did. Each cut her carved into her skin felt sweeter than a hundred kisses.
That night, in the stained sheets, they both slept.
fandoms: Harry Potter
kinks: Body Alteration/Injury
title: Marked
pairing: Percy/Penny
rating: M
summary/preview: The basilisk never marked her. But she needed something on her skin.
content notes: Self harm, underage (relationship between two seventeen-year-olds)
“I wish it had hurt me,” she whispered in the dark. “Is that terrible to say? I was so incredibly lucky to get out alright. But all I want is a scar to justify feeling this way.”
He squeezed his arms around her. They should have been asleep hours ago, and he should never have been in her dormitory in the first place. But almost every night found her awake in his arms, staring at the shadows and keeping watch for slitted eyes.
“It’s been six months,” she murmured. “I thought I was not going to make it through the summer. My parents didn’t understand. But three months with you should have taken care of it. Why am I not better yet?”
He did not answer because he did not know. Was there something he was missing, some trick he didn’t know? Was there a book somewhere on the after effects of basilisk attacks? The effects that could not be cured with mandrake?
“I’m sorry I keep distracting you,” she said. “You have so much else to do. So many other things to focus on.”
“I waited for you last year. I can wait for you now.”
But for all his reassuring words, he did worry. His homework was done, but would he be alert enough for his classes? His headboy duties? For the job applications he was already collecting? Could he potentially compromise his future prospects because of his girlfriend?
How could he not?
Penny had always been his special thing, the person he had who was only his. He did not have to share her or fight for her or feel like she was just humoring him in order to spend time with one of his siblings. And while she had other friends, Percy was the one she turned to.
These nights were the price of being someone’s rock. He even broke rules to be there, tricking the spells that should have kept him out of the Head Girl’s dormitory. He needed to be there when she fell asleep and when she woke up.
She was finally drifting off, leaning back against his chest, but her hands still held tension, nails biting into her arms. He ran his hands over hers, trying to relax her grip. It grudgingly released, leaving five crescent indents. One looked like it had almost broken skin.
The image stayed with him as he drifted to sleep.
*
He stared at the knife in her hands. She had not expected him in the dorm this early, had thought he would still be another hour. Plenty of time to heal up the marks.
“Penny, why would you do this? What is there to gain from something this nonsensical?”
The knife trembled in her hand, dribbling with the thin coating of blood. Nothing too deep. Never too deep.
“I got away from the basilisk without any marks. It doesn’t feel right. I want to be able to feel it.”
He crossed the room in three strides and took her into his arms.
“I am here. You do not have to do this anymore.”
He did not understand. There was no way he could understand. She tightened her grip on the knife.
“I need to feel something.”
He was silent for a long moment. He sat down on the bed. She sat down beside him. Minutes that felt like hours passed as the blood dried and crusted on her arms.
He was bad at having friends. He was bad at having a girlfriend. A real boyfriend would have been able to help her, to make it all better. All he knew how to do was be there. But if this was what she needed…
He reached for the knife slowly. Tugged it out of her hand. But he did not take it away.
He lowered it. Skimmed it lightly over her arm. And gently, incredibly gently, cut a thin line in her skin.
She could have cried from relief. She almost did. Each cut her carved into her skin felt sweeter than a hundred kisses.
That night, in the stained sheets, they both slept.
