Drabbletag - HP: Pancy/Millicent, LotR: Elanor/Éowyn
Title: Come True
Prompt: 'Story', as requested by danachan
Fandom: Lord of the Rings
Pairing: Elanor/Éowyn
Rating: G
Word count: 250
A/N: Point upon which I am a hypocrite - human/hobbit is non-squicky only if the human in question is female. Yay for Éowyn/Merry! Um.
Summary: Elanor was, for a while, a handmaiden to the Queen of Gondor, and suddenly all her family's fantastic stories are alive around her - including her favourite one.
Elanor first sees Lady Éowyn from afar, across the hall, dressed in dark green, greying golden hair done up, and deep in conversation with the king. Encouraged by Arwen's touch on her shoulder, the hobbit maiden steps towards the woman her fancy always dressed in white. There's just enough time to wander if she even wants the stories to become true (for since she was small she's dreamed of Éowyn, a distant image painted in her lost uncle's words, of sunlight and strength and sacrifice); then Éowyn laughs and turns.
Her face is lined, and strands of hair have escaped (she has been riding, Elanor realizes); her eyes are bright and happy, and Elanor lets out a breath and almost laughs herself.
Almost a year passes, full of so many new things it might have been a decade, and Éowyn's long sinuous warmth against Elanor's back has become familiar as warm blankets at bedtime. Éowyn cradles her every night they can grasp for each other. They sit watching the sunset, most times, and exchange stories.
They both have homes to go back to, and as Elanor's time grows short so their silences grow long - whenever the Shire is mentioned. But Elanor's had a good year, and she won't leave it without making it complete. One night she twists around and kisses the woman of her dreams, fitting her lips against the endless softness of Éowyn's mouth.
Some stories don't need to be told. It's enough that they exist, sealed within.
Title: Very Secret, Do Open
Prompt: 'Dorms', as requested by soscaredtolove
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Millicent/Pansy
Rating: G
Word count: 250
There are always ways to get around magic, even magic designed to frustrate clever students. There is not much, however, that can withstand inquistive Slytherins. Where Ravenclaws have pure brain-power, Slytherins know how to scheme. That was the hard part about living in the House. There were only rules until you found how to circumvent them. There was no privacy, for the girls' dorm was half-crawling with boys every other night, and every ornament or curtain not very carefully charmed could be lifted any second.
That is, unless you were once Draco Malfoy's girlfriend. His girlfriend and now, it seemed, his heir, could have almost anything she wanted. Millicent envied Pansy to the point of pain. Pansy kept forgetting her silver powderbox, her hairclips and her diary all over the place - she could almost afford to.
Almost, because Millicent did pick up the diary when she found it on the window ledge on her side of the chamber. It had pink and purple stars on the cover, nd no spell at all. She turned it in her hands, surprised. It fell open, almost like magic, in her hands, and she read.
She read, and blushed, and shut the book quickly. It had wanted to be read. She found her heart racing, her brain following quickly down hitherto untraversed pathways.
'It's all right,' said a voice behind her, and Millicent saw Pansy turn back into her ordinary colours, her rock wall camouflage falling off like - well, magic. 'I read yours too.'
Prompt: 'Story', as requested by danachan
Fandom: Lord of the Rings
Pairing: Elanor/Éowyn
Rating: G
Word count: 250
A/N: Point upon which I am a hypocrite - human/hobbit is non-squicky only if the human in question is female. Yay for Éowyn/Merry! Um.
Summary: Elanor was, for a while, a handmaiden to the Queen of Gondor, and suddenly all her family's fantastic stories are alive around her - including her favourite one.
Elanor first sees Lady Éowyn from afar, across the hall, dressed in dark green, greying golden hair done up, and deep in conversation with the king. Encouraged by Arwen's touch on her shoulder, the hobbit maiden steps towards the woman her fancy always dressed in white. There's just enough time to wander if she even wants the stories to become true (for since she was small she's dreamed of Éowyn, a distant image painted in her lost uncle's words, of sunlight and strength and sacrifice); then Éowyn laughs and turns.
Her face is lined, and strands of hair have escaped (she has been riding, Elanor realizes); her eyes are bright and happy, and Elanor lets out a breath and almost laughs herself.
Almost a year passes, full of so many new things it might have been a decade, and Éowyn's long sinuous warmth against Elanor's back has become familiar as warm blankets at bedtime. Éowyn cradles her every night they can grasp for each other. They sit watching the sunset, most times, and exchange stories.
They both have homes to go back to, and as Elanor's time grows short so their silences grow long - whenever the Shire is mentioned. But Elanor's had a good year, and she won't leave it without making it complete. One night she twists around and kisses the woman of her dreams, fitting her lips against the endless softness of Éowyn's mouth.
Some stories don't need to be told. It's enough that they exist, sealed within.
Title: Very Secret, Do Open
Prompt: 'Dorms', as requested by soscaredtolove
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Millicent/Pansy
Rating: G
Word count: 250
There are always ways to get around magic, even magic designed to frustrate clever students. There is not much, however, that can withstand inquistive Slytherins. Where Ravenclaws have pure brain-power, Slytherins know how to scheme. That was the hard part about living in the House. There were only rules until you found how to circumvent them. There was no privacy, for the girls' dorm was half-crawling with boys every other night, and every ornament or curtain not very carefully charmed could be lifted any second.
That is, unless you were once Draco Malfoy's girlfriend. His girlfriend and now, it seemed, his heir, could have almost anything she wanted. Millicent envied Pansy to the point of pain. Pansy kept forgetting her silver powderbox, her hairclips and her diary all over the place - she could almost afford to.
Almost, because Millicent did pick up the diary when she found it on the window ledge on her side of the chamber. It had pink and purple stars on the cover, nd no spell at all. She turned it in her hands, surprised. It fell open, almost like magic, in her hands, and she read.
She read, and blushed, and shut the book quickly. It had wanted to be read. She found her heart racing, her brain following quickly down hitherto untraversed pathways.
'It's all right,' said a voice behind her, and Millicent saw Pansy turn back into her ordinary colours, her rock wall camouflage falling off like - well, magic. 'I read yours too.'