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Title: Pretend
Fandom: Hornblower
Rating: G
Summary: Horatio combs Archie's hair.
One of the first things he could really focus on was Horatio combing his hair.
It wasn’t like he didn’t know they were there. Or what was going on around him. But the first thing that made it real, the first thing that made it proper was Horatio carefully combing out his hair and murmuring stupid soothing little things about how it would all be all right and that they were here now and soon, they would go home.
Archie didn’t believe it. But he wanted to. So he closed his eyes and let Horatio comb his hair and pretended it would all be okay
Title: Delegation
Fandom: Law and Order UK
Rating: G
Summary: Ronnie delegates and Matt complains.
“Why is it always me?” Matt complained, staring into the waste bin.
“Because, sunshine, I am your superior officer,” Ronnie said, sounding all together far too smug about this. “I have been doing this job for donkey’s years and have done my share of digging around in waste bins for vital evidence.”
“Someone’s thrown their takeaway in it,” Matt said sadly. “It’s leaked grease everywhere.”
“Oh shut up,” Ronnie said perkily, slapping Matt’s shoulder. “You have gloves on!”
“I hope you get home and find that a stray cat has broken in and eaten all your food and then vomited all over your bed,” Matt told him.
“You know, I’m sensing hostility,” Ronnie said. “It’s tragic in one so young, it really is.”
Matt dug into the bin gingerly and considered throwing the left over takeaway in Ronnie’s face. Ronnie clearly sensed this and moved back, looking totally innocent and smiling that smile which annoyed Matt and made him smile back at the same time. Damn Ronnie.
“Got it!” Matt said at last, producing the well buried T-shirt, still with obvious blood splatters on it.
“Excellent!” Ronnie said as Matt stuffed it triumphantly into the evidence bag. “Now - fancy a takeaway?”
“I hate you,” Matt told him as they headed back towards the car.
“You’ll probably get over it, old son.”
Title: The Flute
Fandom: Harry Potter
Rating: G
Summary: Luna's mother used to play the flute. For the music prompt.
Luna had always loved music.
Her mother had played the flute to her right from when she was a little girl. Lots of wizards and witches scorned “Muggle instruments” but Luna’s mother had always scorned that attitude as silly and Luna agreed. The music that the flute was far more magical than a lot of spells Luna had seen. When her mother needed to think, she would put down her wand and pick up her flute, spilling out tunes. Luna knew that some were made up in moments, others she had pain-stakingly learned. It was a sign of her mother’s skill that you could rarely tell the difference.
When her mother died, Luna hid the flute under her bed. She didn’t look at it for a long time.
Fandom: Hornblower
Rating: G
Summary: Horatio combs Archie's hair.
One of the first things he could really focus on was Horatio combing his hair.
It wasn’t like he didn’t know they were there. Or what was going on around him. But the first thing that made it real, the first thing that made it proper was Horatio carefully combing out his hair and murmuring stupid soothing little things about how it would all be all right and that they were here now and soon, they would go home.
Archie didn’t believe it. But he wanted to. So he closed his eyes and let Horatio comb his hair and pretended it would all be okay
Title: Delegation
Fandom: Law and Order UK
Rating: G
Summary: Ronnie delegates and Matt complains.
“Why is it always me?” Matt complained, staring into the waste bin.
“Because, sunshine, I am your superior officer,” Ronnie said, sounding all together far too smug about this. “I have been doing this job for donkey’s years and have done my share of digging around in waste bins for vital evidence.”
“Someone’s thrown their takeaway in it,” Matt said sadly. “It’s leaked grease everywhere.”
“Oh shut up,” Ronnie said perkily, slapping Matt’s shoulder. “You have gloves on!”
“I hope you get home and find that a stray cat has broken in and eaten all your food and then vomited all over your bed,” Matt told him.
“You know, I’m sensing hostility,” Ronnie said. “It’s tragic in one so young, it really is.”
Matt dug into the bin gingerly and considered throwing the left over takeaway in Ronnie’s face. Ronnie clearly sensed this and moved back, looking totally innocent and smiling that smile which annoyed Matt and made him smile back at the same time. Damn Ronnie.
“Got it!” Matt said at last, producing the well buried T-shirt, still with obvious blood splatters on it.
“Excellent!” Ronnie said as Matt stuffed it triumphantly into the evidence bag. “Now - fancy a takeaway?”
“I hate you,” Matt told him as they headed back towards the car.
“You’ll probably get over it, old son.”
Title: The Flute
Fandom: Harry Potter
Rating: G
Summary: Luna's mother used to play the flute. For the music prompt.
Luna had always loved music.
Her mother had played the flute to her right from when she was a little girl. Lots of wizards and witches scorned “Muggle instruments” but Luna’s mother had always scorned that attitude as silly and Luna agreed. The music that the flute was far more magical than a lot of spells Luna had seen. When her mother needed to think, she would put down her wand and pick up her flute, spilling out tunes. Luna knew that some were made up in moments, others she had pain-stakingly learned. It was a sign of her mother’s skill that you could rarely tell the difference.
When her mother died, Luna hid the flute under her bed. She didn’t look at it for a long time.