drabbles!
Here are this weeks drabbles...
For firewillow, TSW!Pansy/Marcus/Oliver. (162 words)
Pansy wrinkled her nose at him. “Go.” Her tone brooked no argument.
“Yeah, go on,” Oliver added with a grin.
“What about you? You were at practice for just as long as I was. Come on, let’s hit the shower.” After all, that could be fun.
“I showered right after practice. I smell fresh as a daisy. You...”
“Go,” Pansy said again, leaning back in her chair with one of those unfathomable smiles, and Marcus gave up.
“Fine, fine,” he said, heading into the bathroom and worrying about what the two of them would get up to while he was away.
His worries were not entirely unfounded. When Marcus returned to the living room he found Oliver practically shaking with mirth and Pansy’s eyes sparkling with her contained laughter. “What...?” he started, then shook his head. “No, never mind. I don’t want to know.”
“Tea?” Pansy offered, her smile widening briefly as Oliver burst into laughter again.
Clearly, Marcus had missed something.
For Primroseburrows, H/D visit the farm! (138 words)
“What. Is. That?”
“Why do you assume I’m going to know these things?”
“You grew up with Muggles, Harry, it’s your job to... ick... protect me from things like this.”
“I grew up in the suburbs, Draco. This...” Harry looked around. “This is a farm. And that, I believe, is a pig.”
“Ew! It’s filthy!”
“Yes, I think that’s the general idea.”
“It’s rolling in mud, Potter.”
“I noticed, Malfoy.”
“Remind me why we’re here?”
Harry sighed. “Albus thought we could use a vacation.”
“In a pig sty?”
“Farm, Draco. We’ve come to a farm. We just happen to have landed outside the, um, pig sty.”
“Harry, please tell me we’re not staying here...”
“Come on, Draco. We’re expected. We’ve got to at least show up.”
“If you love me you’ll tell me we’re not staying.”
“Come on.”
For Iscaris, my attempt at something not entirely unlike Viggo/Elijah... (116 words)
“This is terrifying, Lij,” Viggo said without turning away from the screen.
“So, why are you still looking at it?”
“No, I mean really terrifying. You, me, Dom, Orli... Is that even possible?”
“How would I know?”
Viggo turned away from the computer, staring at Elijah. “Our fans are insane.”
“Yep.” Elijah turned the page of the script he was looking over.
“Like, really insane.”
“Yep.”
“I mean...”
“This is why I don’t go looking at those sites,” Elijah said, cutting Viggo off.
Viggo sat in thought for a little bit, watching Elijah read. Finally he said, “Hey, Lij, have you ever wondered...”
That got Elijah’s attention. “Don’t even start,” he said. “Just, no.”
Viggo grinned.
And, also for Rhysenn, Aragorn/Frodo, (129 words)
Frodo should never bow his head. The thought crossed Aragorn’s mind as he saw the four of them, bowing down to him. Not him. Not now.
And so he acted, causing the four to stand and dropping to his knees before the true savior of Middle Earth. Without Frodo his kingdom would be naught and all those he loved would have fallen.
And the king knelt, and bowed his head to the small people of the Shire, and the kingdom followed, and all knelt before they who had saved them all.
It was an awesome and terrible moment, and Frodo’s companions shook slightly with the grandeur of the view - hundreds of heads bowed to them.
But Frodo’s gaze was fixed on Aragorn - the king, his friend - and he understood.
For Rexlapinii, Moody in Hufflepuff (187 words)
“Alastor! Alastor, hold up!”
Alastor Moody paused and turned around as his friend ran up. “What do you need, Arthur?” he asked.
“What are you doing this weekend?” Arthur asked.
“Studying,” Alastor answered, as though this ought to be readily apparent.
“What, all weekend?” Arthur raised his eyebrows. “You work too hard.” That got him a snort out of Alastor. “Right, right. No such thing as working too hard, I know,” Arthur said before Alastor could reply. “But, hey, I wanted to ask you something. Molly’s agreed to go to Hogsmeade with me this weekend if I can find someone to go with her friend in Ravenclaw.”
Alastor sighed. ”Arthur, I need too study. NEWTs are coming up and you know how important it is for me to do well so I can become an Auror.”
“Oh, come on, please? It’s weeks until NEWTs and you’re going to do fine. Please Alastor? Please do this. For me?”
Alastor sighed. “Yeah, all right. I’ll do it for you, Arthur. But if she makes any badger jokes, I’ll hex her.”
Arthur grinned. “Great, great. Thanks Alastor, you’re the best.”
For killerbeautiful, The Prewetts. (167 words)
“Gideon, I’m not sure about this...” Fabian eyed the building. “You sure the information’s good?”
Gideon nodded. “You were there for the briefing - you know as much as I do.” He paused, then glanced at his brother. “Er, why?”
“Nothing...” Fabian said, slowly. “I just... I’ve got a bad feeling about this one.”
“Hmm... You think... You think we should let this one go?”
Fabian shook his head. “No, we can deal with it. Besides...” He looked serious. “I don’t want these bastards free to run around even one more night.”
Gideon nodded. “You’re right,” he agreed. “Let’s go.”
---
“I’ve got bad news, Arthur.” Alastor Moody’s face had appeared in the fireplace, and Arthur idly marked the new scars that had appeared on it.
“What happened?” he asked, and heard Molly sit in a chair behind him and the little whimper of the baby, Percy.
“It’s the Prewetts,” Moody said. “They were killed last night - set up. Five Death Eaters were waiting for them.”
“Oh, Merlin...”
Still for kb, Sirius/Severus, (128 words)
“Fuck off, Black,” Severus said, looking somewhat startled to see the other man standing in his doorway.
“Nice to see you too, Snape.” Sirius pushed forward and Severus moved back, letting Sirius into his rooms.
“No, I mean it, Black. Fuck off. Or fuck off and die, if you would prefer.”
“I’ve come to apologize.”
“You’re kidding,” was the first thing out of Severus’ mouth.
“No, I’m not. I’m sorry.”
“Yes, you are.” But there was no venom in it - Snape was too stunned to really process any of this.
“Severus...”
“Snape. Call me Snape.”
“Severus...”
“No, Black. Just, no.”
“Snape, look. I’m... I’m sorry. I just want to explain.”
“Later, Sirius. I... I need to think.”
Sirius considered Severus, then nodded. “Yeah, ok. I’ll come back later.”
And still for kb, Vash/Wolfwood from Trigun (my apologies, it's been a long time since I've seen Trigun... Hope this suits.) (91 words)
The priest hissed as his friend tended the wound in his arm.
“All right?” Vash asked, his voice concerned.
“Fine,” Wolfwood said through clenched teeth.
“You shouldn’t have followed me this time,” Vash said. “I told you not to.”
“You were outnumbered, you needed help.”
“It almost got you killed.”
“I’m not going to just let you walk into something like that on your own.”
“I don’t want to be the reason you’re killed!”
Wolfwood’s hand gripped Vash’s wrist, holding the hand that had been treating him still. “You won’t be.”
Finally, for me, S/D/L? silliness. (139 words)
“The hell are you doing, Seamus?”
“Getting ready for Hallowe’en. You know we’re doing it Muggle style this year.”
“Please tell me that’s not a lightning bolt drawn on your forehead.”
“Yep.”
“God above, why?”
“We’re going as The Fashionably Dressed Wonder Trio.”
“We?” Dean started. “We, Seamus?”
“Knock, knock!” Lavender pushed the door open, and Dean stared. Her straight, blonde hair had been colored and curled, and was now falling around her shoulders in well controlled curls as her dress robes hugged curves he didn’t want to think about Hermione having.
Seamus slipped a stylish pair of eyeglasses on. “Hurry up and get changed, Dean,” he said. “I put your robes on your bed.”
“Damn it, I was afraid you’d say that.” Eyeing the well tailored robes Seamus had set out, he added, “You’re not dying my hair.”
There you go, all. Hope you like!
For firewillow, TSW!Pansy/Marcus/Oliver. (162 words)
Pansy wrinkled her nose at him. “Go.” Her tone brooked no argument.
“Yeah, go on,” Oliver added with a grin.
“What about you? You were at practice for just as long as I was. Come on, let’s hit the shower.” After all, that could be fun.
“I showered right after practice. I smell fresh as a daisy. You...”
“Go,” Pansy said again, leaning back in her chair with one of those unfathomable smiles, and Marcus gave up.
“Fine, fine,” he said, heading into the bathroom and worrying about what the two of them would get up to while he was away.
His worries were not entirely unfounded. When Marcus returned to the living room he found Oliver practically shaking with mirth and Pansy’s eyes sparkling with her contained laughter. “What...?” he started, then shook his head. “No, never mind. I don’t want to know.”
“Tea?” Pansy offered, her smile widening briefly as Oliver burst into laughter again.
Clearly, Marcus had missed something.
For Primroseburrows, H/D visit the farm! (138 words)
“What. Is. That?”
“Why do you assume I’m going to know these things?”
“You grew up with Muggles, Harry, it’s your job to... ick... protect me from things like this.”
“I grew up in the suburbs, Draco. This...” Harry looked around. “This is a farm. And that, I believe, is a pig.”
“Ew! It’s filthy!”
“Yes, I think that’s the general idea.”
“It’s rolling in mud, Potter.”
“I noticed, Malfoy.”
“Remind me why we’re here?”
Harry sighed. “Albus thought we could use a vacation.”
“In a pig sty?”
“Farm, Draco. We’ve come to a farm. We just happen to have landed outside the, um, pig sty.”
“Harry, please tell me we’re not staying here...”
“Come on, Draco. We’re expected. We’ve got to at least show up.”
“If you love me you’ll tell me we’re not staying.”
“Come on.”
For Iscaris, my attempt at something not entirely unlike Viggo/Elijah... (116 words)
“This is terrifying, Lij,” Viggo said without turning away from the screen.
“So, why are you still looking at it?”
“No, I mean really terrifying. You, me, Dom, Orli... Is that even possible?”
“How would I know?”
Viggo turned away from the computer, staring at Elijah. “Our fans are insane.”
“Yep.” Elijah turned the page of the script he was looking over.
“Like, really insane.”
“Yep.”
“I mean...”
“This is why I don’t go looking at those sites,” Elijah said, cutting Viggo off.
Viggo sat in thought for a little bit, watching Elijah read. Finally he said, “Hey, Lij, have you ever wondered...”
That got Elijah’s attention. “Don’t even start,” he said. “Just, no.”
Viggo grinned.
And, also for Rhysenn, Aragorn/Frodo, (129 words)
Frodo should never bow his head. The thought crossed Aragorn’s mind as he saw the four of them, bowing down to him. Not him. Not now.
And so he acted, causing the four to stand and dropping to his knees before the true savior of Middle Earth. Without Frodo his kingdom would be naught and all those he loved would have fallen.
And the king knelt, and bowed his head to the small people of the Shire, and the kingdom followed, and all knelt before they who had saved them all.
It was an awesome and terrible moment, and Frodo’s companions shook slightly with the grandeur of the view - hundreds of heads bowed to them.
But Frodo’s gaze was fixed on Aragorn - the king, his friend - and he understood.
For Rexlapinii, Moody in Hufflepuff (187 words)
“Alastor! Alastor, hold up!”
Alastor Moody paused and turned around as his friend ran up. “What do you need, Arthur?” he asked.
“What are you doing this weekend?” Arthur asked.
“Studying,” Alastor answered, as though this ought to be readily apparent.
“What, all weekend?” Arthur raised his eyebrows. “You work too hard.” That got him a snort out of Alastor. “Right, right. No such thing as working too hard, I know,” Arthur said before Alastor could reply. “But, hey, I wanted to ask you something. Molly’s agreed to go to Hogsmeade with me this weekend if I can find someone to go with her friend in Ravenclaw.”
Alastor sighed. ”Arthur, I need too study. NEWTs are coming up and you know how important it is for me to do well so I can become an Auror.”
“Oh, come on, please? It’s weeks until NEWTs and you’re going to do fine. Please Alastor? Please do this. For me?”
Alastor sighed. “Yeah, all right. I’ll do it for you, Arthur. But if she makes any badger jokes, I’ll hex her.”
Arthur grinned. “Great, great. Thanks Alastor, you’re the best.”
For killerbeautiful, The Prewetts. (167 words)
“Gideon, I’m not sure about this...” Fabian eyed the building. “You sure the information’s good?”
Gideon nodded. “You were there for the briefing - you know as much as I do.” He paused, then glanced at his brother. “Er, why?”
“Nothing...” Fabian said, slowly. “I just... I’ve got a bad feeling about this one.”
“Hmm... You think... You think we should let this one go?”
Fabian shook his head. “No, we can deal with it. Besides...” He looked serious. “I don’t want these bastards free to run around even one more night.”
Gideon nodded. “You’re right,” he agreed. “Let’s go.”
---
“I’ve got bad news, Arthur.” Alastor Moody’s face had appeared in the fireplace, and Arthur idly marked the new scars that had appeared on it.
“What happened?” he asked, and heard Molly sit in a chair behind him and the little whimper of the baby, Percy.
“It’s the Prewetts,” Moody said. “They were killed last night - set up. Five Death Eaters were waiting for them.”
“Oh, Merlin...”
Still for kb, Sirius/Severus, (128 words)
“Fuck off, Black,” Severus said, looking somewhat startled to see the other man standing in his doorway.
“Nice to see you too, Snape.” Sirius pushed forward and Severus moved back, letting Sirius into his rooms.
“No, I mean it, Black. Fuck off. Or fuck off and die, if you would prefer.”
“I’ve come to apologize.”
“You’re kidding,” was the first thing out of Severus’ mouth.
“No, I’m not. I’m sorry.”
“Yes, you are.” But there was no venom in it - Snape was too stunned to really process any of this.
“Severus...”
“Snape. Call me Snape.”
“Severus...”
“No, Black. Just, no.”
“Snape, look. I’m... I’m sorry. I just want to explain.”
“Later, Sirius. I... I need to think.”
Sirius considered Severus, then nodded. “Yeah, ok. I’ll come back later.”
And still for kb, Vash/Wolfwood from Trigun (my apologies, it's been a long time since I've seen Trigun... Hope this suits.) (91 words)
The priest hissed as his friend tended the wound in his arm.
“All right?” Vash asked, his voice concerned.
“Fine,” Wolfwood said through clenched teeth.
“You shouldn’t have followed me this time,” Vash said. “I told you not to.”
“You were outnumbered, you needed help.”
“It almost got you killed.”
“I’m not going to just let you walk into something like that on your own.”
“I don’t want to be the reason you’re killed!”
Wolfwood’s hand gripped Vash’s wrist, holding the hand that had been treating him still. “You won’t be.”
Finally, for me, S/D/L? silliness. (139 words)
“The hell are you doing, Seamus?”
“Getting ready for Hallowe’en. You know we’re doing it Muggle style this year.”
“Please tell me that’s not a lightning bolt drawn on your forehead.”
“Yep.”
“God above, why?”
“We’re going as The Fashionably Dressed Wonder Trio.”
“We?” Dean started. “We, Seamus?”
“Knock, knock!” Lavender pushed the door open, and Dean stared. Her straight, blonde hair had been colored and curled, and was now falling around her shoulders in well controlled curls as her dress robes hugged curves he didn’t want to think about Hermione having.
Seamus slipped a stylish pair of eyeglasses on. “Hurry up and get changed, Dean,” he said. “I put your robes on your bed.”
“Damn it, I was afraid you’d say that.” Eyeing the well tailored robes Seamus had set out, he added, “You’re not dying my hair.”
There you go, all. Hope you like!