slumber: (tragedy)
Title: Ava Adore
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Harry/Ginny
Rating: PG
Word Count: 200
Summary: Harry and Ginny are in love, but. Post-war.
Additional Notes: Again, written for [livejournal.com profile] xylodemon's I Didn't Get to Go to TWH Ficlet-a-thon. For [livejournal.com profile] saphreanth, who prompted with Harry/Ginny. Post-war, but dark. They are both definitely in love with one another, but still, dark. Prompt: lovely girl, you're the murder in my world (from the song Ava Adore by The Smashing Pumpkins). Thanks also goes to [livejournal.com profile] siobhanohare, who laughed at me when my word count went from 58 to 74 in thirty minutes. :|


Sometimes she’d like to believe in fairy tales, like she did when she was so much younger. Sometimes she wished that a boy’s smile and the flutter of a girl’s heart set everything right. Sometimes she wanted to close her eyes and open them to white picket fences and sun-dappled gardens and his smile. Her blush. Everything right.

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He thought it would be over when it was over. He thought he’d finally get his normal life back, the one that was stolen from him when he was one, the one that kept slipping from his fingers when he was thirteen, and then sixteen. He deserved to be surrounded by his friends, not haunted by their memories.

*


There was a story once, tucked between a poem and a tale of knights and quests, of a perfect, short life traded in for a longer, tragic story trapped in the pages of a gift. She wonders if she’d made that choice.

*


In a quiet moment he finds her in the kitchen, humming to herself. He stands behind her, hand resting comfortably on her stomach as he kisses her good morning. She leans back against him and he smiles. She blushes. And everything’s right.
slumber: (oh love)
Title: Missing Halves
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Harry/Ron, Remus/Sirius
Rating: PG
Word Count: 200 words
Summary: Ron waits up for Harry, who is away. Remus sits with him. War-time. (Also hints at OotP events)
Additional Notes: Again, was pinch-hitting for [livejournal.com profile] hp_kris_kringle. Yes, am too lazy to write anything new. :|



"More tea?" you offer, and Ron removes his gaze from the window long enough to smile weakly at you.

"Tea would be good, Professor, thanks," he says, voice hoarse, and you make your way to the kitchen, returning with a pot of tea after a while. He has returned to watching the snow fall outside the window.

"He'll be alright, won't he?" he asks in a whisper.

And you remember when you asked yourself the same question over and over until that last time.

"You'll be alright," you say instead, and only then do you realise that you are, somehow.
slumber: (what if)
Title: Unspoken Agreements
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Fred/George, very very very slight Charlie/Hermione
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 200 words
Summary: Fred and George never talk about the one time their prank backfired on them.
Additional Notes: Written as a pinch-hitter for [livejournal.com profile] hp_kris_kringle. Will post the other pinch-hit ficlets over the next few days.


Fred and George never talked about the one time their prank backfired on them for two reasons, only secondary of which is the sheer humiliation it brought upon their reputation as pranksters to have had a joke work against them in the first place.

They never talked about it at all, in fact, not even to agree that they would never tell anybody, or to decide which of the two reasons was the primary one, or what they were to do about that one incident. Instead, the day right after the unfortunate event occurred - Friday the week before Christmas - they went about their business as if Thursday afternoon hadn't happened at all.

Fred wondered if he'd dreamt it.

George wondered if his mind had played tricks on him.

They almost convinced themselves, but when the mistletoe they'd hung above a secret corner of the living room kept Charlie and Hermione in place until they both agreed to kiss each other, Fred caught the blush in George's cheeks and George saw Fred avert his eyes. They both knew then that Fred hadn't dreamt it, and that George's mind hadn't played tricks on him.

But they never talked about it.
slumber: (femme)
Title: Blame the Nargles
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Hermione/Luna
Length: 200 words
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Summary: Christmas spirit helps, a bit.
Additional Notes: I wasn't going to post any more drabbles because I figured you guys would be sick of all the requests I've been putting up :P but then I realised this one was a Christmas drabble, so haha. This goes out to everyone. Happy Holidays!
Edit: For [livejournal.com profile] fanfic100, for the prompt Where?


Hermione found Luna standing directly underneath a mistletoe on the day before students were to leave Hogwarts for the holidays, head tilted up, blue eyes wide, waist-length dirty blonde hair hanging loosely back and mouth slightly open. She stood watching for a few minutes, and Luna stood gaping at the mistletoe for the whole time.

Hermione cleared her throat.

Luna kept staring.

Hermione shook her head.

"Do you see?" came the softest voice.

"I beg your pardon?"

"The nargles," Luna went on, as if she'd been talking to Hermione all this time. "Look, they're hiding behind the leaves, but I saw a flutter of a nargle just a second ago."

There are no such things as nargles, Hermione would have said, but the words died in her throat at the mesmerised look that lit up Luna's face. It must have been the Christmas air, because Hermione didn't feel like spoiling Luna's fun.

"No, I'm afraid I didn't see them," she said instead, taking a few steps to stand beside Luna, and looking up briefly. "I bet they're hiding now, since you've spotted them."

Luna looked down from where the nargles lived, and looked at Hermione with an odd expression. "Mistletoe."
slumber: (OTP)
Title: In The Shadows
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Blaise/Theodore
Length: 200 words
Rating: PG15
Warnings: None
Summary: What the rest of Hogwarts doesn't know.
Additional Notes: For [livejournal.com profile] kiwi666. *smooches and loves upon* Merry Christmas from my Blaise to your Theodore. <3


He glances at you from across the library table, nodding toward your book. The two of you sit alone in a corner of the library, separate from all the others.

It's because you're both Slytherins, they whisper.

You don't speak when Malfoy taunts Potter, even when the rest of your Housemates laugh along. Instead you stand a little way to the back of the crowd, and you catch his eye, and the two of you say nothing.

It's because you're the quiet ones, they say.

It's the final match of the year, and the Quidditch Cup is again a few points away from your team. Students fill the bleachers, cheering teams on and waving flags in House colours. Nobody notices that neither of you are watching with the rest of them.

It's because you both live in the shadows, they reason.

Behind closed doors, in lonely rooms and quiet dorms, he kisses you and you hold him. He moans passion into your lips, you shiver within his arms. Nobody knows that you love tangling your fingers into his hair, nobody sees the way your body arches under his touch.

It's because you're each other's and no one else's, you think.
slumber: (snigger)
Sorry about spamming, people. XP I just want to finish this all before Christmas Day ends here. :P Just, um, two or three more to go after this, I swear!

Title: Nothing Says It Better Than
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Harry/Ron
Length: 200 words
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Summary: Harry, Ron, and fruitcake
Additional Notes: For [livejournal.com profile] gutterqueen, who is in Sweden right now. Hope you had a lovely time!


"So," Harry's voice broke through the silence finally.

"So," Ron echoed.

Harry glanced at him, eyebrow raised and a questioning look on his face. "Well?"

Ron shrugged, hands digging into the pockets of his trousers, lips forming a thoughtful sort of pout that made Harry want to screw the dilemma and just, well, screw Ron. "I dunno, really."

"Neither do I."

"I mean, I like fruitcake, you know, it's just that--"

"Like when Molly's jumpers started pouring in by the dozens--"

"And it's good at first, really, it's delicious and everything--"

"But then it gets kind of old after a while--"

"Especially when there's three dozen of them at last count--"

An owl flew over their heads then, coming in from the open window of their decently-decorated-for-the-holidays, medium-sized flat in downtown London, and dropped a Christmas-wrapped package onto Harry's feet. He picked it up and flipped the card open.

"'To Harry and Ron: Happy Christmas and Congratulations. Love from Hermione and Viktor. PS: Real gift to come later, when you both come over for dinner. You must be there or else.'" Harry read aloud, grinning sheepishly at Ron's expression. "Make that three dozen and one."
slumber: (Default)
Title: Caught Off-Guard
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Dean/Padma
Length: 200 words
Rating: PG
Additional Notes: Also for [livejournal.com profile] mauraders. Merry Christmas! <3
Edit: For [livejournal.com profile] fanfic100, for the prompt Red.


When Padma turned around one day, she found Dean Thomas gazing at her curiously.

"Yes?" she asked, rather politely, a bit surprised with the intensity of the stare and just a little bit disturbed as well.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't notice you were, ah--" Dean snapped out of his daze, shaking his head slightly and offering Padma a sheepish grin. "I was just..."

Padma raised an eyebrow and remained silent, watching Dean curiously as he gestured around with his fingers.

"Well, you looked deep in thought and I thought with the angle and your face half-turned, and well, yeah, you kind of, er. Well it's different from Parvati somehow, the angles and the bone structure and there's the way you carry yourself and, ah, I should stop rambling now, yeah?" Dean grinned in an embarrassed sort of way that made the corner of Padma's mouth curve ever so slightly up in amusement.

"I see," she nodded tentatively. Dean's face broke out in a relieved grin. "And?"

"You wouldn't mind if I drew you, would you?" Dean blurted out.

It was the first time Padma had been caught off-guard, and Dean thought she was even prettier when she blushed.
slumber: (snigger)
Title: What Happened After Harry Died Laughing
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Length: 200 words
Rating: PG13
Warnings: None
Summary: Harry dies laughing, and then this happens. Um.
Additional Notes: For [livejournal.com profile] klave, who requested Harry/Draco and tinsel. Brings back GnH memories, that it does. ;) Happy Christmas, love. <3


"Tell me again how this happened?"

Draco glared at the look of amusement which Harry was trying, and - as his was a very poor attempt to begin with - failing, to hide.

"No, really," Harry hastily said, straightening his face so that his mouth didn't twitch slightly up.

Draco continued giving him a suspicious look, but relented after a few moments. "I wanted to surprise you," he started.

Harry nodded, willing himself to keep a straight face.

"So I got the idea, and, well, you get the picture," Draco gestured feebly, face flushing.

"I think you'll have to be more detailed than that," Harry said, shaking his head. God, the things Draco got himself into. Harry almost felt sorry for what he had to say next. "I won't help you if you don't tell me."

Draco's eye twitched.

So did Harry's lips.

"I thought it would be a good idea to wrap myself up for you," Draco gritted out finally. "Except--"

"There'd been no wrapping paper," Harry supplied.

Draco nodded. "Only--"

"Tinsel."

"And a spell gone mad," Draco pouted from where he lay sideways on the floor, naked and tied up in different sparkly colours of tinsel.
slumber: (oh love)
Title: December 1978
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Snape/Regulus
Length: 200 words
Rating: PG13
Warnings: None
Summary: Snape's best Christmas
Additional Notes: For [livejournal.com profile] wenelda, who prompted me with the summary. XD Dude. Snape/Regulus. It's surprising I managed to write this before all the other pairs that I thought I'd feel more comfortable writing, but anyway. Happy Christmas!


There'd been a fireplace.

You close your eyes and remember that it had been warm, that you'd just placed more firewood and there had been crackling when the flames licked at dry wood. It was a beautiful brick fireplace, its mantle mostly empty save for a few candleholders that stayed unlit and a portrait that hung on the wall above it.

There'd been hot cocoa.

You remember how it had burned your tongue, how you had to wait for so long until you could taste it properly, and how it had been bitter and sweet when you sipped.

You never knew how to make cocoa quite like it.

There'd been quiet.

You remember the quiet, and the game of chess that went on. You were winning the game, and you'd smirked smugly when your knight beheaded the white queen.

"Check." You declare triumphantly.

"Mate," he says, surprising you with a move from his rook. You look up, stunned, and he grinned ferally before his foot ran up your leg from under the table. Nobody else in the room full of former Housemates seemed to have heard your squeak.

There'd been Regulus, and that had been the best part of it.
slumber: (Default)
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, [livejournal.com profile] dark_eyed_amy!!!

Right. One fic for Christmas, one fic for your birthday, and the last is just because. ;)

Title: Details
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Michael/Zacharias
Length: 475 words
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: None
Summary: Michael nitpicks about details.
Additional Notes: [livejournal.com profile] dark_eyed_amy requested Michael, Zacharias, and cold walls. This is for your birthday. Don't ask me why this in particular though, lol.
Edit: For [livejournal.com profile] fanfic100, for the prompt Sight.

Michael Corner was in Ravenclaw because he had an eye and a memory for detail. )

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Title: It Wasn't Me
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Zacharias/Justin
Length: 200 words
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: None
Summary: Zacharias is in denial.
Additional Notes: [livejournal.com profile] dark_eyed_amy requested Zacharias, Justin, and magic dust. For Christmas, because of, er, the pretty colours in the drabble?

It must have been the alcohol, of which he'd drunk plenty. )

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Title: As Long As You Don't Mind
Fandom: Real People
Pairing: Hm. Amy requested Evy/Amy.
Length: 100 words
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Real people. *twiddles thumbs*
Summary: Evy and Amy have a conversation, and hope S doesn't mind.
Additional Notes: [livejournal.com profile] dark_eyed_amy said I can give this my own prompt. Right. LOL. First RP fic, and this is just because. For Amy, haha. Oh, wait. Also, too many dashes, sorry. (I only wanted a hundred words! :P) *hides*

'Been here long?' )
slumber: (fics)
Title: And Pixie Dust
Fandom: Peter Pan
Pairings: Pan/Hook
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 200 words
Summary: In which Pan loses.
AN: Written for [livejournal.com profile] wyoming_knott, who requested Pan/Hook and the prompt "liberation". Erm, this, I'm not sure this is Pan/Hook per se, but I've always loved subtext anyway. :P And the title--er, I thought of it on the fly. No pun intended.

He flits out of sight, and you catch movement from the corner of your eye. Immediately you twist around and lunge, but he whispers 'Boo' in your ear before you do anything damaging.

You cry with rage, and turn around again, but he is gone. You pause, years of experience honed to catch the smallest sound of unnatural wind, but he is lithe and the wind adores him.

A flitter of something sparkly and tiny zooms in out of nowhere, and you cough to shake out the pixie dust that blinds you for a moment. That annoying, underhanded fairy, you think, and you realise why she flies towards your right.

You turn to your left, suddenly, instinctively, and thrust out your sword. He cries with pain, too surprised to do anything, and without thinking you pin him to the ground.

"How the mighty fall," you sneer, and he struggles against your grip, but that's the disadvantage to being a child, isn't it? He is still arrogant, still defiant, but you can almost taste how it only thinly veils fear.

"Let go," he snarls.

He's never been caught until today, and he's terrified.

You realise this, and that's when you fly.
slumber: (femme)
Title: Darkest Before Dawn
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Cho/Pansy
Length: 200 words
Rating: R
Warnings: None
Summary: In which Cho is Catholic.
Additional Notes: I was writing holiday drabbles for people when this popped up. No one requested for Cho/Pansy so I thought I might as well post it now anyway. Er, yes. Also, there is an explanation for the title and I've put in allusions in the drabble, but they'll be longer than the actual drabble, so, yeah. Don't mind what it means anymore, just read it and hopefully enjoy it. :P
Edit: For [livejournal.com profile] fanfic100, for the prompt Dark.

There were few words, the softest of sighs and incomprehensible, perhaps guttural sounds made from the back of their throats. Lips moved, hands fluttered, breaths ghosted over skin which grew damp with sweat and come and the tongues that licked down necks and collarbones and swirled over nipples. The sheets clung to them even as Cho wrapped a leg around Pansy's waist and Pansy's arms went around Cho's neck so fingers could tangle into hair, long and sleek and as black as hers.

"Fuck," Pansy moaned as Cho bent over to suck at her breast, long fine hair brushing over to tickle her chest, tongue gentle and warm and oh, gods.

"Fuck," Cho gasped, other words dissolving into the stillness of Sunday dawn as Pansy reached down to touch her between her legs, rubbing and stroking and oh, gods.

"Christ." Even.

Cho shuddered when she came, and Pansy held her to her chest when she did.

Pansy stroked her hair, and Cho sighed into the crook of Pansy's neck, peppering it with small kisses before Pansy tilted her face and pecked her softly on the nose.

Somewhere a rooster crowed thrice, and Cho remembered she had to go to Church.

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