I need distraction!
Aug. 20th, 2009 07:49 pmI need a break from angsty fic that got too long.
Anyone want a drabble/ficlet?
Answer with character or pairing, prompt and a number between 1 and 300 for the wordcount.
Anything goes in HP/SPN/Torchwood/True Blood/Original.
Anyone want a drabble/ficlet?
Answer with character or pairing, prompt and a number between 1 and 300 for the wordcount.
Anything goes in HP/SPN/Torchwood/True Blood/Original.
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on 2009-08-20 06:16 pm (UTC)Harry/Draco
Cute animegus ficlet
no angst :(
299
*bows*
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*loves you*
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on 2009-08-20 07:04 pm (UTC)Here you go, love. *hugs*
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It was a Sunday; it was warm; the sky was clear and blue; Ron was visiting Charlie; Hermione was working and it was far too nice outside to stay in the gloomy house. That was really the only explanation Harry could give for what happened that day.
If Ron had been there, Harry never would have used his animagus form to take a stroll in the park, as Ron and his temperament usually took good care of any hero-worshippers and reporters. If Hermione had been there, she'd told him that it was irresponsible and immature to use one of his Auror-trained abilities in his free time (Why Hermione insisted on him being responsible and mature was still a mystery).
Harry rolled around in the grass like he'd never be able to do in his human form, his senses enhanced, thoroughly enjoying himself and loving the freedom of letting go. There were butterflies to catch, his belly to scratch, trees to climb and dogs to annoy.
"Hello there," he miowed some time later, as another of his kind joined him in the cool shade of a tree.
That one was pretty – white fur, grey eyes, and he smelled delicately. Harry had plopped down on the grass unceremoniously, but the other kitten now walked – tail high – a slow circle and then gracefully sat down.
His bum was nice as well, Harry noted. He stealthily inched closer, his whiskers alert, his paws outstretched.
He earned a huff for his efforts, but a kitten must do what a kitten must do, therefore they soon were cuddling, lying side by side, nudging each other now and then with their flat noses and rubbing their heads against each other's sides.
By all means, it was a lovely afternoon, and without planning to do so, the heartbeat of his new friend lulled Harry to sleep.
He awoke with a start when the figure who was decidedly not a kitten anymore moved. Harry froze as he recognised the familiar features of the man next to him. It took a moment for Harry to add up grey-eyed kitten, naked Draco Malfoy, and come to the result that he'd just discovered an unregistered animagus.
Malfoy touched Harry's fur and stroked him one single time with a gentleness that was startling. Then he got up, turned around, walked a few steps and disapparated.
"Nice bum," Harry thought.
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on 2009-08-20 07:15 pm (UTC)♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥
I love you!
and a NAKED DRACO MALFOY girl you read my mind!
*clings to you*
*writes it down so she wont's forget to draw it*
*loves you*
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on 2009-08-20 07:10 pm (UTC)*goes to read and afterwards pimp your but*
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on 2009-08-20 06:19 pm (UTC)Rhys/Ianto
Instant Coffee
75
<3
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on 2009-08-20 07:37 pm (UTC)"It's bloody coffee," Rhys answered. He'd tried to help and there wasn't much he could do while Torchwood was trying to safe the earth.
"If that's coffee, I'm a Weevil," Ianto said.
"If you're a Weevil, I should cage you."
Ianto smirked at the slyness in Rhys's voice. "Let me take care of that and then we'll talk about cages," he said, taking the cup.
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on 2009-08-20 06:29 pm (UTC)Neville/Ginny
Autumn leaves
300
*smooches*
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on 2009-08-20 08:47 pm (UTC)***
Oh, how Neville hated them – not the trees themselves, of course, they were as lovely as Whispering Willows could be. The leaves were his problem.
He raked stubbornly until he had a small hill full of brown leaves. Those still on the trees were beautiful – orange, yellow, some bright red – but those on the ground were withered and uttered pitiful sighs. Therefore they had to go – without magic, naturally, as that would disturb the sensitive trees.
"It would be so much easier if you weren't so touchy," he muttered. "Just a tiny spell."
Neville growled in frustration as a gush of wind made more leaves fall and blew the top off his hard-earned hill.
The sun wasn't as strong as it had been two months ago, but it was warm enough to make sweat run down his back and chest. He took off his shirt, throwing it to the side with more force than necessary, then took up the rake again. The muscles of his arms bunched, those of his back rippled as he continued to work.
"Good thing you're pretty," he told the trees. "I hope you appreciate what I'm doing here."
"Well, if they don't, I certainly do," came the amused reply from behind him.
Neville turned around, wishing he'd not taken off his shirt. "Ginny," he said awkwardly. "What are you doing here?"
"Appreciating the view, of course," she said, smiling that mischievous smile of hers and coming closer.
"Pretty." Neville barked the word at her and took a step backwards. "The trees are," he clarified.
Ginny laughed – a happy sound that made his stomach flutter. "There are trees? Must have missed them," she said, very close now, trailing her fingers up his arm.
Maybe autumn leaves weren't that bad after all.
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on 2009-08-20 07:29 pm (UTC)Harry Potter
Harry/Draco
AU, Draco is helping the Order; H/D are alone in Grimauld Place
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on 2009-08-20 10:45 pm (UTC)***
"Annihilation." Harry said the word quietly, letting the syllables roll off his tongue. It was a beautiful word and so full of meaning and hidden possibilities.
Ever since Draco Malfoy had joined the order, claiming he'd seen the light and was now working against Voldemort, Harry had feared this situation. They were alone in the big house without anyone who could stop him from killing Malfoy. "A-nni-hi-late," he corrected himself as killing wasn't enough.
Malfoy was drawling, snarking, complaining, demanding all over the place – Harry's place. He was a pain in Harry's arse, and Harry was still not convinced that the sudden change of heart was sincere or just an evil death eater plan.
And now he had to go down to the kitchen because he was hungry and he just knew Malfoy would be there and then he'd have to kill (annihilate) him and then he'd have to explain it to the order - all because of a sandwich and a glass of pumpkin juice.
Harry sighed, opened the door, went out of the room and descended the stairs. Malfoy was indeed in the kitchen, drinking tea and looking as if he owned the building. Hell, he looked as if he owned the whole town. Harry gritted his teeth and took out bread, onions, cheese, and whatever else he could find in the cupboard.
"Potter," Malfow drawled.
"Malfoy," Harry answered after a pause. His fingers were itching.
"You look peaky."
"You look like an idiot."
"Kiss my arse," Malfoy said with a cheeriness that made Harry's skin crawl.
Harry had to close his eyes for a moment before he answered. "Not if you were the last person on earth."
Malfoy either didn't see the danger, or liked to play with fire. He smirked and said, "I dare you."
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on 2009-08-20 08:05 pm (UTC)Prompt: A brilliant disguise
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Seamus squeaked when he saw her. "Luna! What the hell?"
She smiled up at him, eyes twinkling. "Hello Seamus, lovely to see you."
Seamus gestured vaguely. "You're... Did someone steal your clothes?"
"No, of course not."
"Then why..." Seamus realised that he was flailing and stuffed his hands into his pockets. "Why are you naked and lying in the grass?" He looked around, ready to jump between her and any other observer. There was nobody, though.
"I'm in disguise," she explained. "I'm studying the mating behaviour of the mantic nudibranch."
Seamus nodded. "Right." He paused, then grinned. "Can I help?"
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on 2009-08-20 08:58 pm (UTC)Harry Potter
Percy Weasley/Anybody (you did say anybody! <3)
Stormy Weather
200
*loves*
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on 2009-08-20 09:53 pm (UTC)*hugs tight*
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"You must be kidding me." Percy pinched the bridge of his nose.
"Where else would I go?" she asked, putting her bag on his pristine sofa. He winced.
"But isn't there another place? You have lots of friends. We're not... anymore."
"Eloquent, Weasley. But I love you most." She grinned and pinched his cheek. He hated that. "Come on, make us some coffee. I'll settle in, and then we can talk about long-term arrangements."
"Long-term? Arrangements?" he followed her into the bathroom where she took up every bit of free space she could find. "They'll repair the roof. The storm won't last forever." The sound he made when she put her razor right next to his toothbrush could only be described as a whine. "Penelope, please."
She stopped mid-movement, raising her eyebrows. "Don't you want me here? If you're that bothered, I can go."
Percy took off his glasses and cleaned them with his shirt. "No, of course not," he said, although he realised that he was being manipulated. "You're my friend."
Her face lit up with a smile. "In a few weeks, you won't even remember ever living alone." She stepped closer and kissed him squarely on the mouth.
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on 2009-08-21 07:22 am (UTC)***
"Flowers," George said dryly. "You asked me for a date not Verity, yeah?"
"Depends," Lee answered. "You were the one in the closed shop yesterday who snogged me silly and had his hands in my undies faster than I was able to call for help?"
George snorted. "I don't remember you calling for help any time between closing and – what was it? - four in the morning. You said 'Yes' and 'Please' and 'More, Georgie, don't stop' before my hands were even on your belt. I'm pretty sure you called me God at one point." George was unable to keep the laughter out of his voice.
Lee punched George's shoulder, then held out the bouquet. "Be a man and accept your flowers."
"I draw the line at chocolate," George answered, took the flowers and threw them on the kitchen counter, where they immediately started to squirt water all over him. George was drenched within moments.
Lee grinned.
"You evil..." George looked down at himself then at Lee who didn't seem the least bit sorry. "You never planned to go out, did you?"
"Nope." Lee was very pleased with himself.
"You wanted to get me wet and then have your wicked way with me. Again."
"Uh huh." Lee nodded, wrapping his arms around George's waist.
George kissed him - slow and thorough - then pulled back and squinted at him. "My newly acquired interest in your arse doesn't make it safe from polka dots."
"If that's what you like," Lee answered, and then shut him up with his lips.
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I apologise to your inbox for a hundred edits. But it's early.
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on 2009-08-21 11:42 am (UTC)If I have to choose, I think that one is most appropriate:
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Here they go again.
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on 2009-08-24 08:09 am (UTC)You're still welcome to request something if you want to.