more drabbles...
Yep, I'm still taking drabble requests. If you make any now I may not get to them until after the weekend, but I promise to do them, no matter the topic, fandom, or whatever. You should ask!
And here are the latest:
For fiatincantatum, awkward Seamus, influenced by nothingbutfic's Seamus. (202 words)
Seamus didn’t understand Ravenclaws. He’d always thought they were sort of, well, dull - all wrapped up in their books and concerned about their studies, it wasn’t like they had real lives. Hermione certainly didn’t.
But now, now that he had no other options, here he was attempting to understand the inner workings of the Ravenclaws, and he was just confused. He was slowly forming a theory about intelligent people and their ability to have drama. Or was it trauma.
His entire dorm wasn’t speaking to him, everyone in Gryffindor seemed to have marked him as a plague carrier or something, and yet he was forced to admit that his issues just paled in comparison.
He just didn’t fit here. He couldn’t talk with any of them - they were all smarter, and better read, they all had these heavy opinions and desire to talk about deep and meaningful things, and they all had so many issues.
He was going out of his mind.
But that didn’t mean he was going back. Seamus Finnigan went crawling back to no man, not even Harry Potter.
“Honestly, Michael, Aristotle was full of shit...”
Well, maybe.
Seamus began to wonder if the Hufflepuffs would be this bad.
Also for Fiat, Millicent/Cho. (163 words)
Millicent leaned against the wall, lurking in the back of the library, her eyes fixed on one bent head, watching. A slight smile played over her lips as she stared, some thing between desire and anticipation in her looks.
As Cho Chang excused herself to her tablemates and came towards Millicent, browsing through the stacks, Milli moved back, standing in the darker shadows. Cho moved elegantly, her fingers trailing lightly over the spines of the books in front of her, unaware of the dark eyes fixed on her figure.
She started as she felt a pair of hands sliding down her sides, caressing her slight curves. “Who?”
“Quite, Chang,” Millicent’s voice was low and harsh as she trailed kisses and sharp bites down Cho’s neck. And Cho fell silent, becoming pliable in Millicent’s arms, stifling her moans. She didn’t understand why Millicent did this, never knew when or where to expect the other girl, but she took these moments greedily when they came.
For jlh, Ted/Andromeda: (342 words)
Nymphadora had boundless energy. It was cute, endearing, and all sorts of other words. It was also, occasionally, very frustrating.
“Nymph, if you go to bed early I’ll give you a present...”
“Ted, what are you doing?” Andromeda’s voice came floating out from the kitchen.
“Shh, quite Nymph,” Ted whispered, winking at his daughter. Raising his voice he answered, “Nothing love. Just playing with Nymph.” He turned back to the little girl. “What say you, sweetheart? I’ll buy you a toy in Diagon tomorrow if you hit the hey early.”
“Not tired, daddy.”
“Bless you, sprite, I know that. You don’t have to sleep. You can stay up and read, if you like.”
“Why?”
“I just want some quite time tonight, love. Mommy’s been working too hard, and I want to try and relax her.”
“I can help!”
Ted’s eyes widened, and he quickly assured the little girl, “Yes, you can help. You can help by being a good, quite little girl so Mommy can...” He hit on a genius idea. “So Mommy can go to bed early. She’s very tired.”
“Ohhh...” Nymphadora nodded seriously. “Ok, Daddy. Love you!” She tossed herself into her father’s arms for a tight hug, adding, “I want a broomstick for my present. A me-sized broomstick!”
“All right, sweetheart,” he said, smiling as the girl bounced off to say good night to her shocked mother.
After the little one had gone bounding up the stairs, Ted made his way into the kitchen where Andromeda was looking stunned.
“Ted Tonks, have you bewitched our child?”
“Nope. Just bribed her.”
“Merlin’s sake, why?”
“So I could do this.” Plucking the quill she’d been writing with out of her hands, Ted leaned down and pulled his wife into his arms, carrying her out of the room.
Andromeda didn’t shriek, too used to her husband’s odd habits to really be surprised. “Where are you taking me, Ted?”
“Bed.”
“I’ve got...” she started, but Ted cut her off with a searing kiss. When he let her breathe again, Andromeda just nodded. “Bed.”
And, also for Clio, James/Lily. (229 words)
James’ lips were on hers, his hands sliding down her sides, making their way towards the closings on her skirt as he pressed her to the wall. It was highly distracting, and highly enjoyable.
Unfortunately for James, it wasn’t distracting enough, and she caught the sound of the babies soft cries.
“James...” she mumbled into the kiss, but he ignored her. One hand slipped inside her open shirt, teasing along her skin. Lily whimpered slightly, and then tried again. “James, the baby...”
“He’s fine,” James muttered, trailing kisses down her collarbone.
“He’s crying,” she argued, pushing weakly at her husband, trying to get him to move away.
“I don’t hear him.” His other hand had gotten her skirt open and was sliding it down, caressing the skin he revealed.
“James.” Some how Lily managed to sound aggravated, despite her arousal.
“Sirius will take care of him.”
“Sirius isn’t here.”
“I’ll fire call him.” James cut off her protests with another kiss, but Lily was unwilling to budge.
“Sirius is in Brighton, James. Harry’s crying.” With a slight push she got James off balance enough to slip out from between him and the wall. A quick motion had her skirt back in place, if not neatly fastened, and she headed towards the baby’s room.
“Damn it,” James muttered. “Wonder if I can get Remus or Peter to baby sit tonight.”
See, you can ask for anything. You can even ask for multiple things!
As an aside, is there any chance any of you will be at ICon this weekend? Just sort of curious...
And here are the latest:
For fiatincantatum, awkward Seamus, influenced by nothingbutfic's Seamus. (202 words)
Seamus didn’t understand Ravenclaws. He’d always thought they were sort of, well, dull - all wrapped up in their books and concerned about their studies, it wasn’t like they had real lives. Hermione certainly didn’t.
But now, now that he had no other options, here he was attempting to understand the inner workings of the Ravenclaws, and he was just confused. He was slowly forming a theory about intelligent people and their ability to have drama. Or was it trauma.
His entire dorm wasn’t speaking to him, everyone in Gryffindor seemed to have marked him as a plague carrier or something, and yet he was forced to admit that his issues just paled in comparison.
He just didn’t fit here. He couldn’t talk with any of them - they were all smarter, and better read, they all had these heavy opinions and desire to talk about deep and meaningful things, and they all had so many issues.
He was going out of his mind.
But that didn’t mean he was going back. Seamus Finnigan went crawling back to no man, not even Harry Potter.
“Honestly, Michael, Aristotle was full of shit...”
Well, maybe.
Seamus began to wonder if the Hufflepuffs would be this bad.
Also for Fiat, Millicent/Cho. (163 words)
Millicent leaned against the wall, lurking in the back of the library, her eyes fixed on one bent head, watching. A slight smile played over her lips as she stared, some thing between desire and anticipation in her looks.
As Cho Chang excused herself to her tablemates and came towards Millicent, browsing through the stacks, Milli moved back, standing in the darker shadows. Cho moved elegantly, her fingers trailing lightly over the spines of the books in front of her, unaware of the dark eyes fixed on her figure.
She started as she felt a pair of hands sliding down her sides, caressing her slight curves. “Who?”
“Quite, Chang,” Millicent’s voice was low and harsh as she trailed kisses and sharp bites down Cho’s neck. And Cho fell silent, becoming pliable in Millicent’s arms, stifling her moans. She didn’t understand why Millicent did this, never knew when or where to expect the other girl, but she took these moments greedily when they came.
For jlh, Ted/Andromeda: (342 words)
Nymphadora had boundless energy. It was cute, endearing, and all sorts of other words. It was also, occasionally, very frustrating.
“Nymph, if you go to bed early I’ll give you a present...”
“Ted, what are you doing?” Andromeda’s voice came floating out from the kitchen.
“Shh, quite Nymph,” Ted whispered, winking at his daughter. Raising his voice he answered, “Nothing love. Just playing with Nymph.” He turned back to the little girl. “What say you, sweetheart? I’ll buy you a toy in Diagon tomorrow if you hit the hey early.”
“Not tired, daddy.”
“Bless you, sprite, I know that. You don’t have to sleep. You can stay up and read, if you like.”
“Why?”
“I just want some quite time tonight, love. Mommy’s been working too hard, and I want to try and relax her.”
“I can help!”
Ted’s eyes widened, and he quickly assured the little girl, “Yes, you can help. You can help by being a good, quite little girl so Mommy can...” He hit on a genius idea. “So Mommy can go to bed early. She’s very tired.”
“Ohhh...” Nymphadora nodded seriously. “Ok, Daddy. Love you!” She tossed herself into her father’s arms for a tight hug, adding, “I want a broomstick for my present. A me-sized broomstick!”
“All right, sweetheart,” he said, smiling as the girl bounced off to say good night to her shocked mother.
After the little one had gone bounding up the stairs, Ted made his way into the kitchen where Andromeda was looking stunned.
“Ted Tonks, have you bewitched our child?”
“Nope. Just bribed her.”
“Merlin’s sake, why?”
“So I could do this.” Plucking the quill she’d been writing with out of her hands, Ted leaned down and pulled his wife into his arms, carrying her out of the room.
Andromeda didn’t shriek, too used to her husband’s odd habits to really be surprised. “Where are you taking me, Ted?”
“Bed.”
“I’ve got...” she started, but Ted cut her off with a searing kiss. When he let her breathe again, Andromeda just nodded. “Bed.”
And, also for Clio, James/Lily. (229 words)
James’ lips were on hers, his hands sliding down her sides, making their way towards the closings on her skirt as he pressed her to the wall. It was highly distracting, and highly enjoyable.
Unfortunately for James, it wasn’t distracting enough, and she caught the sound of the babies soft cries.
“James...” she mumbled into the kiss, but he ignored her. One hand slipped inside her open shirt, teasing along her skin. Lily whimpered slightly, and then tried again. “James, the baby...”
“He’s fine,” James muttered, trailing kisses down her collarbone.
“He’s crying,” she argued, pushing weakly at her husband, trying to get him to move away.
“I don’t hear him.” His other hand had gotten her skirt open and was sliding it down, caressing the skin he revealed.
“James.” Some how Lily managed to sound aggravated, despite her arousal.
“Sirius will take care of him.”
“Sirius isn’t here.”
“I’ll fire call him.” James cut off her protests with another kiss, but Lily was unwilling to budge.
“Sirius is in Brighton, James. Harry’s crying.” With a slight push she got James off balance enough to slip out from between him and the wall. A quick motion had her skirt back in place, if not neatly fastened, and she headed towards the baby’s room.
“Damn it,” James muttered. “Wonder if I can get Remus or Peter to baby sit tonight.”
See, you can ask for anything. You can even ask for multiple things!
As an aside, is there any chance any of you will be at ICon this weekend? Just sort of curious...