the game
Question: does anyone here know a good place to place short ficlets like these? I know places like checkmated and such have a word count requirement.
Title: The Game
Rating: G
Word count: 400
Summary/teaser: Fred looks forward to Thursday nights.
warnings: FLUFF
spoilers: none
complete? this part is, but I plan to do more short pieces in the same fashion.
George liked games and tricks and thrived on laughter and secrets.
Perhaps this was why he loved Thursday night dinners so much. He looked forward to them all week.
Nobody else knew that - it was a secret.
After a long day of work, he stepped into the house. A beaming Luna greeted him.
“Close your eyes!” she demanded, hands on her hips and hair slightly disheveled. She was holding a wooden spoon. He could deduce absolutely nothing from this information. He closed his eyes obediently.
She slipped a cast-aside Ravenclaw tie around his head, efficiently blindfolding him. Guided by her fingertips on his bare arms, he stepped slowly into the kitchen. He found this both nerve-wracking and exciting, in turn. The smells in the air both taunted him and alarmed him. Had something been burnt? Was Luna going to slip him a potion? Would it just be normal food tonight?
He heard the clink of a plate on the table in front of him. Luna giggled, and took his hand, placing some sort of silverware item in it. Was it a fork? A spoon? A knife? That sort of information could tell you so much. He knew better than to feel the tip with his other hand though. That would spoil the game.
She directed his hand to scoop up some of the food (or possibly potion? Poison?) she had prepared for him. He bit his lip to keep from laughing. He couldn’t resist asking a question though.
“It isn’t poisoned, right?”
“Don’t worry, I’ve got a bezoar!”
This didn’t make him less worried.
Hesitatingly, he pulled the food to his mouth. It smelled… like garlic? Or pepper. Or rosemary? He wished he hadn’t experimented with such strong smelling things today, his smelling ability seemed below par. He took a deep breath, and pushed the spoon (for that was what it was) into his mouth. He swallowed and laughed.
Luna laughed loudly, and pulled off the blindfold, allowing him to identify visually what he had already tasted - Roasted potatoes.
They commenced eating the rest of the spread, occasionally locking eyes over the kitchen table and smiling into their asparagus.
“Well, if you had poisoned me, you know you wouldn’t get anything enjoyable tomorrow. I’d make sure to give you a WWW concoction.” George said between mouthfuls of dinner.
“Ooh!” Luna exclaimed. “I love Friday night dinners.”
Title: The Game
Rating: G
Word count: 400
Summary/teaser: Fred looks forward to Thursday nights.
warnings: FLUFF
spoilers: none
complete? this part is, but I plan to do more short pieces in the same fashion.
George liked games and tricks and thrived on laughter and secrets.
Perhaps this was why he loved Thursday night dinners so much. He looked forward to them all week.
Nobody else knew that - it was a secret.
After a long day of work, he stepped into the house. A beaming Luna greeted him.
“Close your eyes!” she demanded, hands on her hips and hair slightly disheveled. She was holding a wooden spoon. He could deduce absolutely nothing from this information. He closed his eyes obediently.
She slipped a cast-aside Ravenclaw tie around his head, efficiently blindfolding him. Guided by her fingertips on his bare arms, he stepped slowly into the kitchen. He found this both nerve-wracking and exciting, in turn. The smells in the air both taunted him and alarmed him. Had something been burnt? Was Luna going to slip him a potion? Would it just be normal food tonight?
He heard the clink of a plate on the table in front of him. Luna giggled, and took his hand, placing some sort of silverware item in it. Was it a fork? A spoon? A knife? That sort of information could tell you so much. He knew better than to feel the tip with his other hand though. That would spoil the game.
She directed his hand to scoop up some of the food (or possibly potion? Poison?) she had prepared for him. He bit his lip to keep from laughing. He couldn’t resist asking a question though.
“It isn’t poisoned, right?”
“Don’t worry, I’ve got a bezoar!”
This didn’t make him less worried.
Hesitatingly, he pulled the food to his mouth. It smelled… like garlic? Or pepper. Or rosemary? He wished he hadn’t experimented with such strong smelling things today, his smelling ability seemed below par. He took a deep breath, and pushed the spoon (for that was what it was) into his mouth. He swallowed and laughed.
Luna laughed loudly, and pulled off the blindfold, allowing him to identify visually what he had already tasted - Roasted potatoes.
They commenced eating the rest of the spread, occasionally locking eyes over the kitchen table and smiling into their asparagus.
“Well, if you had poisoned me, you know you wouldn’t get anything enjoyable tomorrow. I’d make sure to give you a WWW concoction.” George said between mouthfuls of dinner.
“Ooh!” Luna exclaimed. “I love Friday night dinners.”