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nnyI have been thinking of expanding one of my drabbles. I think that a few of them have the potential for development, and I'd like to see if it's possible- if I can manage to write a decent length fic.
So, naturally, I have to decide which one. I could use some help. :)
Leather: Remus/Sirius
Remus leaned forward again, so the raindrops wouldn’t sting his eyes quite so much. The fact that it brought him that much closer to his best friend was something that he was trying not to think about.
There were a lot of things he was trying not to think about. The rumble of the bike’s engine, vibrations that were melting his stomach. The intriguing smell of petrol and wet leather and the back of Sirius’ neck that was just there, just in front of him, within tongue-reach…
The ride would end, soon. He was trying not to think about it.
Monday: Crowley/Aziraphale
A sense of ennui had been plaguing him all day. There was nothing he could settle to. He started out for a drive in his (good as new? Good as old?) Bentley, but when he’d passed the same familiar shop the third time in an hour he drove home, blessing himself. It must be because they’d spent so much time together lately. That must be it. Nothing untoward. He got back into his Bentley, and drove across London. The door opened, and a sweet smile crossed Aziraphale’s face.
“Can I tempt you to a spot of lunch?” asked the angel.
All grown up: Charlie/Remus
He’d looked after the kids for them, sometimes. Seven little red-headed monsters and a house with a million places to hide. But he’d always eventually worn them out (on occasion, vice verce), and they’d gathered around to hear him tell a story in his quiet, husky voice.
It had been strange when he’d taught the twins, seen that they were almost taller than him, frowning a little in recognition but not really remembering.
Then Charlie had come back from Romania, and they’d shaken hands and he’d felt almost frightened by his immediate flash of interest…
But Charlie had smiled back.
Title: Clarisono Voci
House: Slytherin
Word Count: 100
Character: Blaise Zabini
Blaise took a deep breath and concentrated, raising his wand.
"C-c-clarison-n..." He frowned at himself and tried desperately to gain control of his mouth, pressing a clenched fist hard against his forehead.
"C-clarison-n-n-no V-voc..." he could feel himself flushing red, though there was no one around to see; even Slytherins considered him conceited, thought he believed himself too good to talk to them.
"C-claris-s-sono... F-fuck!" His fist lashed out and the mirror shattered, smears of blood marring the crystalline web. Frustrated tears leaked from the corners of a hundred reflected eyes.
The spell remained unsaid.
He stayed silent in class.
Or this ficlet.
So which would you like to see ficced?
[Poll #234533]
So, naturally, I have to decide which one. I could use some help. :)
Leather: Remus/Sirius
Remus leaned forward again, so the raindrops wouldn’t sting his eyes quite so much. The fact that it brought him that much closer to his best friend was something that he was trying not to think about.
There were a lot of things he was trying not to think about. The rumble of the bike’s engine, vibrations that were melting his stomach. The intriguing smell of petrol and wet leather and the back of Sirius’ neck that was just there, just in front of him, within tongue-reach…
The ride would end, soon. He was trying not to think about it.
Monday: Crowley/Aziraphale
A sense of ennui had been plaguing him all day. There was nothing he could settle to. He started out for a drive in his (good as new? Good as old?) Bentley, but when he’d passed the same familiar shop the third time in an hour he drove home, blessing himself. It must be because they’d spent so much time together lately. That must be it. Nothing untoward. He got back into his Bentley, and drove across London. The door opened, and a sweet smile crossed Aziraphale’s face.
“Can I tempt you to a spot of lunch?” asked the angel.
All grown up: Charlie/Remus
He’d looked after the kids for them, sometimes. Seven little red-headed monsters and a house with a million places to hide. But he’d always eventually worn them out (on occasion, vice verce), and they’d gathered around to hear him tell a story in his quiet, husky voice.
It had been strange when he’d taught the twins, seen that they were almost taller than him, frowning a little in recognition but not really remembering.
Then Charlie had come back from Romania, and they’d shaken hands and he’d felt almost frightened by his immediate flash of interest…
But Charlie had smiled back.
Title: Clarisono Voci
House: Slytherin
Word Count: 100
Character: Blaise Zabini
Blaise took a deep breath and concentrated, raising his wand.
"C-c-clarison-n..." He frowned at himself and tried desperately to gain control of his mouth, pressing a clenched fist hard against his forehead.
"C-clarison-n-n-no V-voc..." he could feel himself flushing red, though there was no one around to see; even Slytherins considered him conceited, thought he believed himself too good to talk to them.
"C-claris-s-sono... F-fuck!" His fist lashed out and the mirror shattered, smears of blood marring the crystalline web. Frustrated tears leaked from the corners of a hundred reflected eyes.
The spell remained unsaid.
He stayed silent in class.
Or this ficlet.
So which would you like to see ficced?
[Poll #234533]
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Date: 2004-01-19 08:41 am (UTC)Well. Clarisono Voci because it's just so different and when you wrote this was the first time I ever saw the idea used.
Then All Grown Up, and Leather. Possibly Leather just in front.