HP, SW EU, SPN, DC (LoSH) DRABBLES!
Argh! Finally! Man, I'm such a lazy bum. This snippet-writing list took me forever. Maybe next time I'm in a voluntary mood, I'll just offer to draw stuff. Maybe that'll come quicker. At any rate, drabbles under the cut! An internet cookie for anyone who catches the hidden Shakespeare reference.
For the first, I couldn't think of a story that would have Luna on her own. I felt the need to show her with someone and I chose Neville. Hope liquidengineer0 doesn't mind...
For the second, I figured this was the perfect opportunity to do a 5 things fic, since that seemed like a good structure for my plot bunny. Hope you enjoy, trunks_angel...
For the third, well...I really think it succeeds in speaking for itself. Have fun, vorrothiel.
HP: Stars & Sights Unseen (Luna/Neville)
Surprising Luna was a very difficult thing to do. The young miss generally went through every second of every day believing that anything was possible. Where others saw plain grass, she fervently searched for the endangered brown-speckle-nosed gnome; when others went fishing and camping, she went hunting for the crumple-Horned snorkacks; and where others saw empty space, she saw the most mysterious of creatures. It was this last aspect that concerned Neville most of all, especially this night. It was the first Hogwart's Hallow''s Eve Celebration in 50 years, re-started again after the death of the Dark Lord. It would be seventh and final year together. Something deep inside him said that their ways would part once the year was out, and a certain sadness in her air seemed to imply that she felt it too. He just hoped that what he had done would be...appropriate. He searched throughout the hall for her, wading his way through costumes galore. Dragons, Lockhearts, muggles, Harry Potters (so many...), till he finally found her. She was lovely. She wore a starry-eyed expression to accompany, her outfit: a robe of black covering her from head-to-toe, covered in a field of sparkling lights. She was the Heavens. Literally. He didn't miss the reference. She had helped him through Astrology this year, and would no doubt ask him if he recognized the constellations on her left hem and right arm. Orion and Scorpio, though he was only about seventy percent sure...he cursed his memory. She was bound to ask him; she was a Ravenclaw after all. When he finally reached her, he eyes went wide in an almost unheard of level of surprise. He shifted from foot to foot four...five?...times before her amazement morphed into a smile.
"Why Neville, it's lovely! Though you *do* know that most here will not know what you're supposed to be?"
"No, but *we* know. And as much as they unnerve me, I know you like them."
As he drew close, he affectionately tapped at her radish earring, the only non-celestial part of her costume.
"I do. Thank you. Can you tell me about this pattern on my arm...?"
As he followed her onto the dance floor, Neville thanked his lucky stars that he had dressed up as a thestral.
e.n.d.
SPN: 5 Reasons Why Dean Knows Sam Will Never be Evil
5) When they were kids, Sam would sometimes eat the last of the good cereal. But the next day, he would feel guilty and offer Dean some of his Halloween candy.
4) Sometimes when dealing with demons, regular civilians would get caught in the crossfire. Sometimes those civilians would be women. If they weren't badly hurt, Dean would cheer them up and maybe get their phone numbers later. But if they were crying, only Sam would know how to hold them and make everything better.
3) Little Sammy had his share of whining and pouting, but when he really *needed* something from his big brother, he could usually get it by smiling like an angel.
2) Sam prays. When Dean first learned this, it knocked him for a loop. Later, he realized that it was probably for the best. At least one of them had to be on the Big Guy's good side.
1) Dean has, honest to God, seen Sam walk a little old lady across the street. Not once. Twice. She realized once Sam got her across that she'd left something out of her purse, and so his little brother walked--hobbled, actually--with her *back* across the walkway. He probably would have even *waited* for her to come back to cross the street if Dean hadn't grabbed him and told him that they needed to check out some pixies in Pennsylvania.
e.n.d.
SW: Missing (Caedus, Allana)
The first week is pure bliss. Caedus knows that Allana's waited her whole life to call him "Father" and now that's all she calls him. He finds the treasured moments away from his plans and the strike force in training and devotes them entirely to the little red-headed bundle of royal perfection. But seven days after he has stolen her away from the Hapan palace, she tells him that she misses Mommy. He takes a moment to gather his thoughts, and tells her that Mommy probably misses her too. It's just that Mommy made some bad decisions in trusting Grandpa and Grandma Solo, and now he has to keep her away until Mommy does the right thing. The little girl seems to accept this, and moves on.
A couple days later, she tells him that she misses her royal nannies. For Caedus, this is an easy one. He need only ask her if she *really* liked any of those nannies more than she loves him. It would be a terrible thing if she did, after all, because Father loves her very, very much...The little girl shakes her head and lowers her eyes to the floor. Thus endeth that discussion.
A day after that, she tells him that she misses Hapes itself. He sets her in his lap and asks her what she misses about Hapes specifically. A mere hour later, he has provided her with a new stuffed Krayt dragon and her favorite flavor of gelatin cubes. Her face doesn't light up the way it would have several weeks ago, but she ceases to complain.
Later that evening, she approaches him once more. The Dark Lord's mind is sharp and ready to give an answer. The father is ready to render unto his daughter anything she could possibly desire.
She tells him that she misses Jacen...
...and he knows not what to say or do.
e.n.d.
HP: Manifest (Draco, Scorpius)
The day Scorpius comes running to him filled with enthusiasm, Draco feels as proud as ever when his son tells him that he can finally manifest a patronus. He reluctantly releases the boy--almost young man now?--from his embrace, the youth proudly stands and extracts his wand. Genuine curiosity alights on Draco's thoughts as he wonders what shape the white wisps are about to take. Truth to tell, he's half-expecting a Scorpion, cliched though that may be. Other guesses would probably include a snake, or maybe a dragon. Instead, there is a resounding slap as the palm of his hand connects with his reddening face. It is an automatic reaction as the proud former Slytherin realizes that of all creatures his son could have manifested...it had to be a ferret.
e.n.d.
HP: Quick (Scorpius, Hugo)
"Quick! Everyone here turn around three times and lick your elbows!"
"What's this about, Scorpius?"
"Oh, hurry! Just do it for Merlin's sake!"
"Uhnn...dizzy. Okay, what was that for?"
"A bit of wandless magic...used for emergencies only."
"What sort of emergencies?"
"It's used to quickly identify all the fools in a room."
"Well that sounds usef--hey!"
"See you around, Weasley!"
e.n.d.
DC: Cycle (toonverse Brainiac 5/Supergirl)
He would have been humiliated to know it, but she watched him. When he lost his mind due to being parted from the collective, she watched him. He was confined to a miniscule circular prison, but his inhibitions were gone. His face, even his entire body, relaxed and smiled. He was caged, but he never looked more free.
Kara was touched by that. She was also touched that he trusted her enough to be present just outside the chamber in case anything went wrong. Granted, her Kryptonian strength would be an obvious help against a crazed Colluan, but she knew how hard it was for him to let anyone see him like that. It was torture. Not at the moment of course. At the moment, he was a wild thing, existing without forethought or afterthought. But earlier, and later, it would kill him to ponder what he must have said and done. It was a hard hit to his pride, which was a very large part of his heart. She pressed her fingertips against the glass.
He told her when the timer was done, to start the pressure cycle. It would take the fact that he was calming down and further it, stimulating his mental functions and returning him to sanity. But... It was tempting to wait. To just let him...be a little while longer. But she wouldn't do that. He wouldn't like it.
"As much as I love you when you're crazy, Brainy, I know you can only appreciate it when you're sane."
She sighed and pressed the button.
e.n.d.
For the first, I couldn't think of a story that would have Luna on her own. I felt the need to show her with someone and I chose Neville. Hope liquidengineer0 doesn't mind...
For the second, I figured this was the perfect opportunity to do a 5 things fic, since that seemed like a good structure for my plot bunny. Hope you enjoy, trunks_angel...
For the third, well...I really think it succeeds in speaking for itself. Have fun, vorrothiel.
HP: Stars & Sights Unseen (Luna/Neville)
Surprising Luna was a very difficult thing to do. The young miss generally went through every second of every day believing that anything was possible. Where others saw plain grass, she fervently searched for the endangered brown-speckle-nosed gnome; when others went fishing and camping, she went hunting for the crumple-Horned snorkacks; and where others saw empty space, she saw the most mysterious of creatures. It was this last aspect that concerned Neville most of all, especially this night. It was the first Hogwart's Hallow''s Eve Celebration in 50 years, re-started again after the death of the Dark Lord. It would be seventh and final year together. Something deep inside him said that their ways would part once the year was out, and a certain sadness in her air seemed to imply that she felt it too. He just hoped that what he had done would be...appropriate. He searched throughout the hall for her, wading his way through costumes galore. Dragons, Lockhearts, muggles, Harry Potters (so many...), till he finally found her. She was lovely. She wore a starry-eyed expression to accompany, her outfit: a robe of black covering her from head-to-toe, covered in a field of sparkling lights. She was the Heavens. Literally. He didn't miss the reference. She had helped him through Astrology this year, and would no doubt ask him if he recognized the constellations on her left hem and right arm. Orion and Scorpio, though he was only about seventy percent sure...he cursed his memory. She was bound to ask him; she was a Ravenclaw after all. When he finally reached her, he eyes went wide in an almost unheard of level of surprise. He shifted from foot to foot four...five?...times before her amazement morphed into a smile.
"Why Neville, it's lovely! Though you *do* know that most here will not know what you're supposed to be?"
"No, but *we* know. And as much as they unnerve me, I know you like them."
As he drew close, he affectionately tapped at her radish earring, the only non-celestial part of her costume.
"I do. Thank you. Can you tell me about this pattern on my arm...?"
As he followed her onto the dance floor, Neville thanked his lucky stars that he had dressed up as a thestral.
e.n.d.
SPN: 5 Reasons Why Dean Knows Sam Will Never be Evil
5) When they were kids, Sam would sometimes eat the last of the good cereal. But the next day, he would feel guilty and offer Dean some of his Halloween candy.
4) Sometimes when dealing with demons, regular civilians would get caught in the crossfire. Sometimes those civilians would be women. If they weren't badly hurt, Dean would cheer them up and maybe get their phone numbers later. But if they were crying, only Sam would know how to hold them and make everything better.
3) Little Sammy had his share of whining and pouting, but when he really *needed* something from his big brother, he could usually get it by smiling like an angel.
2) Sam prays. When Dean first learned this, it knocked him for a loop. Later, he realized that it was probably for the best. At least one of them had to be on the Big Guy's good side.
1) Dean has, honest to God, seen Sam walk a little old lady across the street. Not once. Twice. She realized once Sam got her across that she'd left something out of her purse, and so his little brother walked--hobbled, actually--with her *back* across the walkway. He probably would have even *waited* for her to come back to cross the street if Dean hadn't grabbed him and told him that they needed to check out some pixies in Pennsylvania.
e.n.d.
SW: Missing (Caedus, Allana)
The first week is pure bliss. Caedus knows that Allana's waited her whole life to call him "Father" and now that's all she calls him. He finds the treasured moments away from his plans and the strike force in training and devotes them entirely to the little red-headed bundle of royal perfection. But seven days after he has stolen her away from the Hapan palace, she tells him that she misses Mommy. He takes a moment to gather his thoughts, and tells her that Mommy probably misses her too. It's just that Mommy made some bad decisions in trusting Grandpa and Grandma Solo, and now he has to keep her away until Mommy does the right thing. The little girl seems to accept this, and moves on.
A couple days later, she tells him that she misses her royal nannies. For Caedus, this is an easy one. He need only ask her if she *really* liked any of those nannies more than she loves him. It would be a terrible thing if she did, after all, because Father loves her very, very much...The little girl shakes her head and lowers her eyes to the floor. Thus endeth that discussion.
A day after that, she tells him that she misses Hapes itself. He sets her in his lap and asks her what she misses about Hapes specifically. A mere hour later, he has provided her with a new stuffed Krayt dragon and her favorite flavor of gelatin cubes. Her face doesn't light up the way it would have several weeks ago, but she ceases to complain.
Later that evening, she approaches him once more. The Dark Lord's mind is sharp and ready to give an answer. The father is ready to render unto his daughter anything she could possibly desire.
She tells him that she misses Jacen...
...and he knows not what to say or do.
e.n.d.
HP: Manifest (Draco, Scorpius)
The day Scorpius comes running to him filled with enthusiasm, Draco feels as proud as ever when his son tells him that he can finally manifest a patronus. He reluctantly releases the boy--almost young man now?--from his embrace, the youth proudly stands and extracts his wand. Genuine curiosity alights on Draco's thoughts as he wonders what shape the white wisps are about to take. Truth to tell, he's half-expecting a Scorpion, cliched though that may be. Other guesses would probably include a snake, or maybe a dragon. Instead, there is a resounding slap as the palm of his hand connects with his reddening face. It is an automatic reaction as the proud former Slytherin realizes that of all creatures his son could have manifested...it had to be a ferret.
e.n.d.
HP: Quick (Scorpius, Hugo)
"Quick! Everyone here turn around three times and lick your elbows!"
"What's this about, Scorpius?"
"Oh, hurry! Just do it for Merlin's sake!"
"Uhnn...dizzy. Okay, what was that for?"
"A bit of wandless magic...used for emergencies only."
"What sort of emergencies?"
"It's used to quickly identify all the fools in a room."
"Well that sounds usef--hey!"
"See you around, Weasley!"
e.n.d.
DC: Cycle (toonverse Brainiac 5/Supergirl)
He would have been humiliated to know it, but she watched him. When he lost his mind due to being parted from the collective, she watched him. He was confined to a miniscule circular prison, but his inhibitions were gone. His face, even his entire body, relaxed and smiled. He was caged, but he never looked more free.
Kara was touched by that. She was also touched that he trusted her enough to be present just outside the chamber in case anything went wrong. Granted, her Kryptonian strength would be an obvious help against a crazed Colluan, but she knew how hard it was for him to let anyone see him like that. It was torture. Not at the moment of course. At the moment, he was a wild thing, existing without forethought or afterthought. But earlier, and later, it would kill him to ponder what he must have said and done. It was a hard hit to his pride, which was a very large part of his heart. She pressed her fingertips against the glass.
He told her when the timer was done, to start the pressure cycle. It would take the fact that he was calming down and further it, stimulating his mental functions and returning him to sanity. But... It was tempting to wait. To just let him...be a little while longer. But she wouldn't do that. He wouldn't like it.
"As much as I love you when you're crazy, Brainy, I know you can only appreciate it when you're sane."
She sighed and pressed the button.
e.n.d.