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

[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

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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.”

Re: Strap: Snape/Malfoy

[immora.livejournal.com]

*cheerfully latches onto and wildly squeezes the drabble*

Looooovely little twist at the end. ♥

[villainny.livejournal.com]

Pairings to come tomorrow. :D

[ygrane.livejournal.com]

SQUEEE! Thank you!
I love them. You are really good at drabbles.

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

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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.

Re: All grown up: Charlie/Remus

[villainny.livejournal.com]

PS this was inspired by copperbadge's "Alterations"

http://www.livejournal.com/users/copperbadge/116114.html#cutid1

It's beautiful, and I suggest you read it. Thanks, Sam.

Re: All grown up: Charlie/Remus

[copperbadge.livejournal.com]

My pleasure! Great drab :D

Biers: Susan/Angua

[villainny.livejournal.com]

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

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“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.