It was inevitable, I guess...

[nny]

Having started on these drabbles, I now don't want to give up. So... Anyone reading. Give me a word OR a pairing (Mostly Discworld or HP at the moment) OR a phrase, and I will drabble for you.

Please?

*begs, hopefully*

*g*

Comments

[medusalethe.livejournal.com]

*wanders in from wickdsushi's friends page* Eggs. *wanders off again*

Eggs: Snape/Harry

[villainny.livejournal.com]

He had tried so hard not to let this become a relationship. He had done everything in his power to discourage the boy, short of actually hexing him into next week… though he had been tempted. On many occasions.

But still Harry… Potter stayed. Sitting in the corner, reading; debating (surprisingly intelligently) on his plans for the latest DADA lessons, or yelling back at him, red faced, eyes flashing…

Or crying out when he couldn’t keep silent anymore. Holding him while he slept.

Making him breakfast in bed.

And he knew how to make eggs exactly how Snape liked them.

Re: Eggs: Snape/Harry

[medusalethe.livejournal.com]

*applauds* Very nice. *wonders just how Snape does like his eggs...*

[vileseagulls.livejournal.com]

Pieces.

Falter.

Hair.

*giggles* Off to bed. Look forward to seeing this in the morning, considering mum is making me take her to the airport several hours before my first class. Goddammit.

Cabinet.

Godric/Salazar. (Please? No one will tell me where to find Founderslash.)

Pieces: Sirius/Harry

[villainny.livejournal.com]

Every time he thought about it, it was like a lump in his chest was fighting to get out. Strangling him. He couldn’t move, couldn’t speak, couldn’t even breathe. Time was moving along as usual, but he wasn’t. He was still in the chamber, running towards the archway, calling out his name…

Nothing in the world had colour. No colour existed without Black.

And nobody seemed to notice. His eyes were dry. That was all they saw.

He felt like the shattered pieces of himself were hidden in the bottom of his school trunk, next to a broken, silent mirror.

Falter: Snape/Lupin

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He felt sick. He felt disgusted with himself. He hurt so much. He couldn’t breathe.

He watched the other man pull the tattered robes around himself, drawing them in like shreds of the dignity he had lost

At my hands! What have I done?

He pulled himself to his feet and tried to say something … there was nothing to say. Apologise? It was too late for apologies, and Snape wouldn’t listen. He didn’t deserve to be listened to.

The other man walked away, and though it must have hurt him so much, he didn’t falter.

I would have faltered.

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A/N This is a companion drabble to my story "Hidden", which is up at the Snape Fuh-Q-Fest.

http://www.sockiipress.org/~luthien/snapeff/warning.html

Hair: Sirius/Remus

[villainny.livejournal.com]

“Kneel down, Sirius.”

It wasn’t like that. It hadn’t been like that for years. Not that he didn’t miss it… he just thought that Sirius needed a little more time before he was ready.

Sirius knelt between his legs, and he started to comb through the tangled hair, carefully picking knots apart with his fingers, his face reflecting every wince. Eventually the hair was smooth again, and he brushed a hand over it lightly. He looked down, and met Sirius’ eyes… He started to lean forward.

“Harry’s in trouble!” Snape’s voice.

“Later.” Softly. There was a promise in Sirius’ eyes.

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A/N Can you tell I'm a little angsty today? *g*

[villainny.livejournal.com]

Godric/Salazar? You're gonna have to give me some time on that one.

Cabinet

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The last thing Snape expected to see when he entered his bathroom was Harry Potter climbing out of his medicine cabinet.

Certainly, as Potions master, his medicine cabinet was very well equipped… just not, generally, this well equipped.

He glared at the boy, wondering how he had ended up inside the cabinet. No doubt some Gryffindor foolishness…

“There was a cupboard on the first floor, I was hiding from Filch and there was a crawlspace and I ended up here…” Harry stopped babbling and suddenly flushed bright red.

“What, Potter?” Snarled Snape.

“Um… sir? Could you put some clothes on?”

Re: Cabinet

[vileseagulls.livejournal.com]

*falls about laughing* You had me from the first line. Oh my. Just not generally this well equipped, indeed.

Now why does Harry want him to have his clothes ON, I wonder?

[copperbadge.livejournal.com]

In the spirit of sharing...:D

I'm working on a fic now that is written entirely in drabbles (which may defeat the point, but to hell with that). As FA doesn't take anything less than 500 words, each section is two double-drabbles and a single of 101, divided in usual fashion by ***. It's surprisingly difficult.

Each drabble title starts with a new letter of the alphabet. Allison (museofswearing) has dubbed it an Encyclopedia of Wrong. (she doesn't like Snarry. Neither do I, but it's so much fun to mess with people!)

Just some thoughts to get your drabball rolling :D

[villainny.livejournal.com]

Whatever happened to the drabble fic?

[ygrane.livejournal.com]

Words: Monkey, Harbinger, Ennui, Strap

Pairings: Charlie/Remus, Susan/Angua, Neville/Harry, Seamus/Draco

Monkey: Rincewind/Librarian

[villainny.livejournal.com]

Rincewind dreamily shelved books. This was what he enjoyed- the air of utter changelessness within the library. A stray grimoire fluttered overhead.

Aaargh! No! Not my arm…

There was a stillness in the air. Purified boredom. You could almost breathe it in. He took a deep breath, happily.

I’m sorryyyy! Please, no!!!

He wandered dreamily toward the disturbance, then watched as the Librarian swung past in a foul temper, letting out cross-sounding “ooks” under his breath.

He looked down at the unfortunate students.

“Only I’m allowed to call him monkey.” He informed them, with a satisfied glint in his eye.

Before she learned to be sensible: Susan Sto Helit

[villainny.livejournal.com]

She tried not to love.

He followed her home one day, and left flowers on her doorstep. The next day, there was a box of expensive chocolates waiting for her, the day after it was a necklace. She smiled sadly, and stepped over the trinkets on her way out of the house.

He spoke to her on the fourth day, and she smiled prettily at him, made the right responses, looked into his eyes and saw only an hourglass looking back at her.

“Who are you?” he asked.

“I am the harbinger,” she replied. Her grandfather would be along shortly.

Monday: Crowley/Aziraphale [Good Omens]

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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.

Strap: Snape/Malfoy

[villainny.livejournal.com]

One dark, one blonde. Images from a twisted mirror, each the antithesis of the other. One hangs by the wrists, drips dark globules of blood to the dusty floor, while the other raises the strap again.

It falls with a sharp crack; there is no outcry. Blood runs over his chin- in his efforts not to cry out, he has bitten through his lip.

The other raises a hand to his face, gently caressing his cheek. He tries not to flinch.

“You know why I do this? You know I don’t want to hurt you? I love you.”

“Yes, Severus.”

[villainny.livejournal.com]

Pairings to come tomorrow. :D

Kiss me, I'm Irish: Seamus/Draco

[villainny.livejournal.com]

In the Qudditch changing rooms, Harry gaped. He couldn’t drag his eyes away from the slogan emblazoned across the T-shirt that Draco had been wearing under his Quidditch robes. It was familiar- of course it was familiar. It had spent most of the last six years crumpled in a heap on his dormitory floor, when it wasn’t being worn. And… it was always being worn. It was his dorm mate’s favourite.

“You… you and Seamus?” He squeaked, drawing curious glances from his teammates and a lazy, satisfied smile from Draco.

“He has a very long tongue,” The blond boy confided.

All grown up: Charlie/Remus

[villainny.livejournal.com]

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.

Biers: Susan/Angua

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A Normal girl sat next to Angua, though she didn’t wear the same black as the other wannabes; buttons and boots and a tightly coiled bun, where the usual would be rips, and frills, and lace.

Her hair was odd too- so pale as to almost be colourless, with a single streak of black that wound around the outside of the bun. And she smelled intriguing- like Myrrh and ancient dust, and the slightest hint of embalming fluid.

“Sometimes,” said Susan, turning to face her, “I need somewhere…”

“You can be yourself,” finished Angua, and they smiled at each other.

The Boy Who Didn’t: Neville/Harry

[villainny.livejournal.com]

“You weren’t the only one he marked, Harry,” Neville said weakly, pulling up his sleeve and showing the long scar that marred the pale skin of his arm. “When… when he… my parents. He cut me with his own hands.” Neville took a deep, rattling breath, and a little more colour bled from his cheeks.

“Shhh. Neville, Dumbledore’s coming. You’re going to be okay.”

“ I just,” his voice was almost a whisper, now. “I didn’t want it to be you.”

And Neville Longbottom, conqueror of the Dark Lord Voldemort, looked up at Harry with a tiny smile, and died.

[cursive.livejournal.com]

Hey -- do me some Draco/Neville. Why them, I have no idea.

Simple gesture: Draco/Neville

[villainny.livejournal.com]

“This potion, Mr Longbottom, is one of the most inept attempts at a Shrinking Solution I have ever had the misfortune to see. Will nothing ever penetrate that dim witted head of yours? I not only stated the instructions, but also wrote them on the board where they are available for reference. Or haven’t you advanced in your studies enough to read yet?”

“Leave him alone,” said a low, drawling voice.

“Never interrupt me, Malfoy!” Snape was almost apopletic. “Five points from Slytherin!”

As Harry and Ron complained that from Gryffindor it’d be thirty, Draco sent Neville a quick grin.

[caesia390.livejournal.com]

Neville/Pansy. >:} Please.