Drabbletag: HP - Lily/Ginny, LotR - Estella/Eowyn/Merry
Title: A Room in 1974
Prompt: 'Darkness and light', as requested by soscaredtolove
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Lily/Ginny
Rating: PG
Word count: 250
A/N: Slightly incestuous, only not.
There are many hidden rooms in Hogwarts. Some are as large and useful as the Room of Requirement, some so tiny only an elf could ever even fit into one. Some probably would never be discovered, their keys lost into the graves of their enchanters.
There was one Ginny had stumbled upon that she would never show anybody. Especially not Harry. She thought she'd closed its door for the last time after Harry first kissed her. She'd forgotten its smell of frozen decay.
'I wish you'd tell me something, at least,' said Lily, hugging her skirt-wrapped knees.
'I told you about Mom and Dad.'
'Well, aside from that. Something about me.'
Ginny shook her head. She looked around for another subject. She touched the wall-hangings that lined the dark chamber. 'Who do you think made this?' The embroidery had faded, but they still showed scenes of battles and kings. Holes showed the wall beyond. Time-holes.
'Is it very bad?' asked Lily quietly.
Ginny smiled. 'No, sweetie. You're just not ready to hear it yet.'
'Fine, keep your secrets.' Lily crept closer, embraced Ginny, kissed her neck. There was a hole under Ginny's fingers, and she felt one gaping inside her chest, hungry, lonely.
'Mm? What...'
'Never mind that.' She guided Lily's hand away from the fresh bandage. 'It's nothing.'
Even in the dark, Lily's eyes reflected the candle-light back to her, green. She kissed her hungrily, and almost tasted the sun on her tongue.
The son.
It was getting dark.
Title: Just Visiting
Prompt: 'Sharp', as requested by danachan
Fandom: Lord of the Rings
Pairing: Estella/Éowyn
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 200
A/N: I had to throw in Éowyn/Merry, it's too delicious and likely to ignore in a fic like this.
Summary: A company from Gondor has settled outside the Shire for a visit...
Merry's fallen asleep on his back. His mouth is open, expecting the first snore. Eowyn and Estella watch, holding their breaths, then laugh at noticing each other doing so.
'It's strangely compelling,' Eowyn whispers.
Estella nods. 'Even after all these years.'
'Faramir goes to sleep like sitting down. If I want so much as a goodnight kiss, I have to ask before his head hits the pillow.'
'Would he mind?' asks Estella, reaching to brush a golden lock off Eowyn's right breast, taking the chance to draw her thumb in a circle around her nipple. It's pink, unlike Estella's, or Merry's, and delightfully large, as is everything about their new giant lover.
Eowyn smiles, but does not answer, instead turning her head and plopping down among the soft covers.
'He'll be back before tomorrow night,' she says, and the regret in her voice says a great many things more. Estella can't tell for sure which of them she really means.
It's growing light outside their tent; the camp is waking up. There's not much time until the sweetness of their night must turn sour, something sharp and bitter. It often is this way. She drifts into thought, then into worried dreams.
Prompt: 'Darkness and light', as requested by soscaredtolove
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Lily/Ginny
Rating: PG
Word count: 250
A/N: Slightly incestuous, only not.
There are many hidden rooms in Hogwarts. Some are as large and useful as the Room of Requirement, some so tiny only an elf could ever even fit into one. Some probably would never be discovered, their keys lost into the graves of their enchanters.
There was one Ginny had stumbled upon that she would never show anybody. Especially not Harry. She thought she'd closed its door for the last time after Harry first kissed her. She'd forgotten its smell of frozen decay.
'I wish you'd tell me something, at least,' said Lily, hugging her skirt-wrapped knees.
'I told you about Mom and Dad.'
'Well, aside from that. Something about me.'
Ginny shook her head. She looked around for another subject. She touched the wall-hangings that lined the dark chamber. 'Who do you think made this?' The embroidery had faded, but they still showed scenes of battles and kings. Holes showed the wall beyond. Time-holes.
'Is it very bad?' asked Lily quietly.
Ginny smiled. 'No, sweetie. You're just not ready to hear it yet.'
'Fine, keep your secrets.' Lily crept closer, embraced Ginny, kissed her neck. There was a hole under Ginny's fingers, and she felt one gaping inside her chest, hungry, lonely.
'Mm? What...'
'Never mind that.' She guided Lily's hand away from the fresh bandage. 'It's nothing.'
Even in the dark, Lily's eyes reflected the candle-light back to her, green. She kissed her hungrily, and almost tasted the sun on her tongue.
The son.
It was getting dark.
Title: Just Visiting
Prompt: 'Sharp', as requested by danachan
Fandom: Lord of the Rings
Pairing: Estella/Éowyn
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 200
A/N: I had to throw in Éowyn/Merry, it's too delicious and likely to ignore in a fic like this.
Summary: A company from Gondor has settled outside the Shire for a visit...
Merry's fallen asleep on his back. His mouth is open, expecting the first snore. Eowyn and Estella watch, holding their breaths, then laugh at noticing each other doing so.
'It's strangely compelling,' Eowyn whispers.
Estella nods. 'Even after all these years.'
'Faramir goes to sleep like sitting down. If I want so much as a goodnight kiss, I have to ask before his head hits the pillow.'
'Would he mind?' asks Estella, reaching to brush a golden lock off Eowyn's right breast, taking the chance to draw her thumb in a circle around her nipple. It's pink, unlike Estella's, or Merry's, and delightfully large, as is everything about their new giant lover.
Eowyn smiles, but does not answer, instead turning her head and plopping down among the soft covers.
'He'll be back before tomorrow night,' she says, and the regret in her voice says a great many things more. Estella can't tell for sure which of them she really means.
It's growing light outside their tent; the camp is waking up. There's not much time until the sweetness of their night must turn sour, something sharp and bitter. It often is this way. She drifts into thought, then into worried dreams.