Ficlet requests!
Because my spring break is coming up and also because school has eaten my muses and I'm in withdrawal from writing H/hr-- so...
Give me your requests! I can't promise I'll write them all (b/c school will persist in eating my life) but at least I'll write something. I'd prefer H/Hr prompts (of course) but will also take L/J, D/G, or Neville/Ginny.
So request away and I will attempt to fill all your requests!
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And, because I really hate posting anything on this journal that doesn't involve a fic, here's a little vignette from my 'All He Ever Wanted' universe. Pure fluff.
“Wow, Dad!” Emily looked up as her dad walked into the living room. He was dressed up in a formal black suit with a shirt that was almost the exact same shade of green as his eyes. Emily grinned at him. “You look very dashing,” she said teasingly.
She wasn’t about to admit it but Emily sometimes thought it was amazing how handsome her father still looked, considering how old he was. After all, he was going to be 45 on his next birthday, that was coming up in just over a week. (And Emily, at 17, was young enough that 45, to her, seemed to be positively ancient.)
Her dad laughed. “Thank you, Em.” He glanced at the clock. “I wonder where your--”
Right on cue, the front door opened as her mum hurried in. “Oh, I’m sorry I’m late. A patient was rushed in just as I was--”
Emily watched in some amusement as her mum finally looked up and saw her dad and trailed off as her mum’s gaze took in dad’s appearance and then her parents’ eyes met and held in one of those moments that Emily was quite accustomed to seeing (and had finally stopped being disgusted at).
“Well, it looks like I’d better change.” Mum disappeared upstairs on the words.
“Hurry up, Mum,” Emily called after her. “You know how Dad hates to be kept waiting.”
Mum’s laughter floated back from upstairs. “Yes, I know. Harry, don’t make that face.”
Emily dissolved into giggles as her father’s mock indignant face was immediately replaced by one of exaggerated patience.
Her father heaved a put-upon sigh. “It isn’t funny. I rather think I’ve spent half our lives waiting for your mother.”
Emily grinned. “You’re being silly, Dad. I know that’s not true.”
“You’re too much like your mother,” Dad said in a mock scolding tone. “I don’t know how I put up with you both, sometimes. You know too much.”
Emily laughed. “Yeah, right, Dad. You don’t fool me. You once told me you loved Mum for being a know-it-all.”
Dad gave her a look of exaggerated shock. “I’m sure I would never have said anything so patently ridiculous.”
Emily only gave her dad a highly skeptical look as he added, “It’s true. Your mother can be a very irritating person sometimes.”
“I heard that!” Her mum’s voice preceded her down the stairs and both Emily and her dad turned their heads as Hermione came down.
Emily was aware of her dad jerking to his feet as if pulled up by invisible puppet strings.
“You look very nice, Mum,” Emily complimented sincerely. Her mother did look nice, in a deep purple dress with the amethysts which she knew her dad had given her mom for one of their anniversaries years ago.
Her mother smiled and squeezed Emily’s hand briefly. “Thanks, Em. Well, Harry, will I disgrace you, do you think?”
“No,” Dad’s voice sounded half-strangled before he cleared his throat. “No, I think my reputation will survive being seen with you.”
Mum only smiled and turned to Emily. “Now, Andy should be home soon and then it’ll just be the two of you for dinner since Sabrina’s staying overnight at Meredith’s house. Your dad and I will be home late but if you need anything, you can Floo call your Uncle Ron, okay?”
“Yes, Mum, I know.” Emily barely refrained from rolling her eyes. She didn’t know how many times over the afternoon that her dad had repeated this same refrain and now Mum...
“You sure you and Andy will be okay for dinner?” her dad asked.
Now Emily did roll her eyes a little. “Dad! You cooked a casserole big enough to feed all of us for a week this afternoon!”
“And don’t forget to finish off the last of the pie, Emily,” Mum reminded.
Emily huffed out her breath, standing up and putting her hands on her mother’s shoulders and turning her around to push her towards the front door. “I’ll be fine, Mum, really. It’s not like it’s the first time I’ve been left at home. I’m not 5 years old anymore.”
Her mother laughed a little. “We know you’re not. Okay, we’ll stop. I’m sorry.”
Dad paused in putting on his summer cloak. “You’re sure you don’t want us to have Chantal or someone come over? We can, you know.”
“Dad, we’ll be fine, I promise.” Emily finished tying her dad’s cloak and then gave him a pat on the shoulder. “Now, go! You’ll be late for your dinner reservations.”
Dad bent to brush a quick kiss to her forehead before heading out the door but Mum paused at the last moment to add, “Make sure Andy doesn’t stay up too late and don’t you wait up for us either, okay?”
“Yes, mother,” Emily agreed dutifully.
Finally, her mother left and Emily watched as her mum slipped her hand into her dad’s.
“You look beautiful, you know,” she heard her dad say softly to her mum as they walked away. “You’ll be the most beautiful woman in the restaurant tonight.”
Her mother laughed softly and briefly rested her head on her dad’s shoulder and Emily heard her light response, “When did you become such a flatterer? You never used to be any good at it.”
“Have fun and be good!” Emily called after her parents, repeating the same refrain that her mother had been saying to her all her life.
She heard her parents laugh and Dad waved one hand. “We will, Miss Potter.”
Emily smiled to herself as she shut the front door. Her parents were so funny with the way they teased each other, even as they still looked at each other with what Sabrina had used to call “ga-ga eyes” (where Sabrina had come up with that expression, Emily didn’t know). And ga-ga eyes aside, her parents still went out on dates-as they were tonight, going out to a fancy restaurant for dinner and then to a show afterwards.
She still remembered how surprised she’d been the first time she’d gone over to her friend, Ariel’s, home for the first time and seen the way Ariel’s parents interacted with each other. Not that Ariel’s parents were unhappy or fought constantly or anything; they just didn’t seem to talk much and she knew for a fact she had never yet seen Ariel’s parents touch in even the most platonic way. It had seemed amazing to her, since she’d gotten so used to watching her own parents, who always talked to each other and were almost constantly touching in some way, small, little touches-Mum reaching up to touch Dad’s hair; the way Dad brushed Mum’s hair out of her face; Dad putting his hand on Mum’s shoulder as he passed by, so absently that even Emily could see that Dad hadn’t thought about it at all, just did it; Mum resting her head on Dad’s shoulder as they sat on the couch together; Dad putting his arm around Mum’s shoulder or her waist...
At least, Emily reflected, she’d stopped finding all the touches her parents exchanged to be embarrassing.
Hours later, Emily closed her book with a yawn and waved her wand with a quiet, “Nox,” to turn off the lights, before she scooted down in her bed until she was lying down.
She closed her eyes, feeling sleep beginning to overtake her when she heard a noise from downstairs.
She lifted her head, listening, before she realized it was the sound of the front door opening and closing, and then heard the muffled voices of her parents. Emily glanced at the clock to see that it was past 2 in the morning.
She heard the deeper rumble of her dad’s voice and then her mom’s soft laugh that was abruptly cut off and there were a few moments of silence, and Emily knew her parents were kissing. She felt herself blush in the dark at the thought before she heard the sound of her mother’s muffled voice again.
She heard her parents come upstairs and then pause to look in to Andy’s room and make sure he was sleeping and sat up just as the door of her own room opened to reveal her parents.
“Em, what are you doing awake at this hour?” Mum asked in some surprise.
Emily lifted one shoulder into a half-shrug. “I got caught up in my book and lost track of time,” she admitted.
Mum laughed softly, knowingly, since Emily knew perfectly well that Mum had done the same thing in past years. “Well, go to sleep now; it’s late.”
Emily lay down again as Dad bent to kiss her forehead. “Goodnight, love.”
“Goodnight, Dad, Mum. Oh, did you have a good time tonight?”
Mum smiled. “Yes, we did but we can tell you about it in the morning. Goodnight, Em.”
“Night.”
Emily closed her eyes again as her parents softly shut her door.
She listened as she heard her parents’ footsteps retreat and then heard their door close, cutting off the sound of their muffled voices.
It wasn’t something she could really put into words but there was nothing she liked more than lying in bed while hearing the muffled sound of her parents’ voices as they talked and laughed. It made her feel... safe... Safe and warm and protected, secure in the knowledge that her parents were together and happy, as they’d always been for her entire life. It was, unconsciously, something she relied on, even without thought. Like the changing of the seasons or the sun rising in the east, her parents’ palpable love and happiness with each other was just a natural part of her world, the foundation of her world.
Emily sat up again, reaching over to pull out her diary, a quill, and then her wand with a quiet, “Lumos.”
Mum and Dad went on a date tonight--
Emily paused, considered, and then smiled a little as she continued on.
Mum and Dad went on a date tonight-went on another of their dates, that is. As usual, Dad lost his train of thought when he saw Mum all dressed up. As usual, Dad tried to play it cool-- and failed. As usual, Mum laughed but gave him one of her “soft” looks anyway. As usual, Dad kissed Mum when they got back home.
Andy and Sabrina still think it’s “weird” that Dad and Mum go on dates; no other parents we know really do, except sometimes Uncle Ron and Aunt Luna, I know, for Uncle Ron’s or Aunt Luna's birthday but only after Violet left for Hogwarts too. I used to think it was weird too but now, I think it’s… nice.
Mum and Dad have been married for so long now, 22 years this year, and they still go out on dates; Dad still tells Mum she’s beautiful and Mum and Dad still kiss. That’s… nice.
I remember Ariel telling me about that time her parents fought really bad, maybe 10 years ago now, and she cried herself to sleep for a week because she thought they might get a divorce. I didn’t know what to say. I mean, Mum and Dad fight too but it’s never been like that; I never once thought Mum and Dad might divorce. Divorce is something that happens to “other people”, but not our family, not Mum and Dad. I guess we’re lucky that way, that Mum and Dad still love each other, really love each other.
I asked Mum once when she first knew she loved Dad. Mum thought about it for a while and then said she didn’t know. I think I threw my pillow at her, saying I was serious, and then Mum explained. She got this funny, distant look on her face as she stared at the wall and then she said that it was different for her and Dad, that she can’t really remember a moment when she knew she loved Dad, that there really probably wasn’t any one moment when she realized it. It was just something she realized one day and knew it had always been the case. I made a face and told Mum that wasn’t an answer at all and Mum laughed and then threw my blanket over my head as she said that was all the answer I was going to get.
And then Dad came in to wish me goodnight and said something funny-I don’t remember what-and I forgot the question.
It didn’t make sense to me that Mum wouldn’t remember when she first knew she loved Dad; after all, Mum remembers just about everything else. That’s why Dad sometimes laughs and calls Mum his life organizer.
Oh well, I don’t suppose it matters when or how Mum and Dad first realized they loved each other. I still want to know but as Dad would say, that’s just Mum’s know-it-all streak coming out in me. All that really matters is that Mum and Dad still do love each other-going on dates and giving each other ga-ga eyes and all.
I can’t imagine feeling that way about anyone else-I mean, Mum and Dad have known each other forever now!-but I hope one day that I’ll have what Mum and Dad have.
Emily closed her diary and put it back in its place with her quill beside it and then put her wand on the nightstand (with the methodical precision that always made Harry smile a little and think how much like Hermione Emily was) and murmured, “Nox.”
And then Emily slid back down in bed, closing her eyes and was asleep within minutes.
~The End~
Give me your requests! I can't promise I'll write them all (b/c school will persist in eating my life) but at least I'll write something. I'd prefer H/Hr prompts (of course) but will also take L/J, D/G, or Neville/Ginny.
So request away and I will attempt to fill all your requests!
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And, because I really hate posting anything on this journal that doesn't involve a fic, here's a little vignette from my 'All He Ever Wanted' universe. Pure fluff.
“Wow, Dad!” Emily looked up as her dad walked into the living room. He was dressed up in a formal black suit with a shirt that was almost the exact same shade of green as his eyes. Emily grinned at him. “You look very dashing,” she said teasingly.
She wasn’t about to admit it but Emily sometimes thought it was amazing how handsome her father still looked, considering how old he was. After all, he was going to be 45 on his next birthday, that was coming up in just over a week. (And Emily, at 17, was young enough that 45, to her, seemed to be positively ancient.)
Her dad laughed. “Thank you, Em.” He glanced at the clock. “I wonder where your--”
Right on cue, the front door opened as her mum hurried in. “Oh, I’m sorry I’m late. A patient was rushed in just as I was--”
Emily watched in some amusement as her mum finally looked up and saw her dad and trailed off as her mum’s gaze took in dad’s appearance and then her parents’ eyes met and held in one of those moments that Emily was quite accustomed to seeing (and had finally stopped being disgusted at).
“Well, it looks like I’d better change.” Mum disappeared upstairs on the words.
“Hurry up, Mum,” Emily called after her. “You know how Dad hates to be kept waiting.”
Mum’s laughter floated back from upstairs. “Yes, I know. Harry, don’t make that face.”
Emily dissolved into giggles as her father’s mock indignant face was immediately replaced by one of exaggerated patience.
Her father heaved a put-upon sigh. “It isn’t funny. I rather think I’ve spent half our lives waiting for your mother.”
Emily grinned. “You’re being silly, Dad. I know that’s not true.”
“You’re too much like your mother,” Dad said in a mock scolding tone. “I don’t know how I put up with you both, sometimes. You know too much.”
Emily laughed. “Yeah, right, Dad. You don’t fool me. You once told me you loved Mum for being a know-it-all.”
Dad gave her a look of exaggerated shock. “I’m sure I would never have said anything so patently ridiculous.”
Emily only gave her dad a highly skeptical look as he added, “It’s true. Your mother can be a very irritating person sometimes.”
“I heard that!” Her mum’s voice preceded her down the stairs and both Emily and her dad turned their heads as Hermione came down.
Emily was aware of her dad jerking to his feet as if pulled up by invisible puppet strings.
“You look very nice, Mum,” Emily complimented sincerely. Her mother did look nice, in a deep purple dress with the amethysts which she knew her dad had given her mom for one of their anniversaries years ago.
Her mother smiled and squeezed Emily’s hand briefly. “Thanks, Em. Well, Harry, will I disgrace you, do you think?”
“No,” Dad’s voice sounded half-strangled before he cleared his throat. “No, I think my reputation will survive being seen with you.”
Mum only smiled and turned to Emily. “Now, Andy should be home soon and then it’ll just be the two of you for dinner since Sabrina’s staying overnight at Meredith’s house. Your dad and I will be home late but if you need anything, you can Floo call your Uncle Ron, okay?”
“Yes, Mum, I know.” Emily barely refrained from rolling her eyes. She didn’t know how many times over the afternoon that her dad had repeated this same refrain and now Mum...
“You sure you and Andy will be okay for dinner?” her dad asked.
Now Emily did roll her eyes a little. “Dad! You cooked a casserole big enough to feed all of us for a week this afternoon!”
“And don’t forget to finish off the last of the pie, Emily,” Mum reminded.
Emily huffed out her breath, standing up and putting her hands on her mother’s shoulders and turning her around to push her towards the front door. “I’ll be fine, Mum, really. It’s not like it’s the first time I’ve been left at home. I’m not 5 years old anymore.”
Her mother laughed a little. “We know you’re not. Okay, we’ll stop. I’m sorry.”
Dad paused in putting on his summer cloak. “You’re sure you don’t want us to have Chantal or someone come over? We can, you know.”
“Dad, we’ll be fine, I promise.” Emily finished tying her dad’s cloak and then gave him a pat on the shoulder. “Now, go! You’ll be late for your dinner reservations.”
Dad bent to brush a quick kiss to her forehead before heading out the door but Mum paused at the last moment to add, “Make sure Andy doesn’t stay up too late and don’t you wait up for us either, okay?”
“Yes, mother,” Emily agreed dutifully.
Finally, her mother left and Emily watched as her mum slipped her hand into her dad’s.
“You look beautiful, you know,” she heard her dad say softly to her mum as they walked away. “You’ll be the most beautiful woman in the restaurant tonight.”
Her mother laughed softly and briefly rested her head on her dad’s shoulder and Emily heard her light response, “When did you become such a flatterer? You never used to be any good at it.”
“Have fun and be good!” Emily called after her parents, repeating the same refrain that her mother had been saying to her all her life.
She heard her parents laugh and Dad waved one hand. “We will, Miss Potter.”
Emily smiled to herself as she shut the front door. Her parents were so funny with the way they teased each other, even as they still looked at each other with what Sabrina had used to call “ga-ga eyes” (where Sabrina had come up with that expression, Emily didn’t know). And ga-ga eyes aside, her parents still went out on dates-as they were tonight, going out to a fancy restaurant for dinner and then to a show afterwards.
She still remembered how surprised she’d been the first time she’d gone over to her friend, Ariel’s, home for the first time and seen the way Ariel’s parents interacted with each other. Not that Ariel’s parents were unhappy or fought constantly or anything; they just didn’t seem to talk much and she knew for a fact she had never yet seen Ariel’s parents touch in even the most platonic way. It had seemed amazing to her, since she’d gotten so used to watching her own parents, who always talked to each other and were almost constantly touching in some way, small, little touches-Mum reaching up to touch Dad’s hair; the way Dad brushed Mum’s hair out of her face; Dad putting his hand on Mum’s shoulder as he passed by, so absently that even Emily could see that Dad hadn’t thought about it at all, just did it; Mum resting her head on Dad’s shoulder as they sat on the couch together; Dad putting his arm around Mum’s shoulder or her waist...
At least, Emily reflected, she’d stopped finding all the touches her parents exchanged to be embarrassing.
Hours later, Emily closed her book with a yawn and waved her wand with a quiet, “Nox,” to turn off the lights, before she scooted down in her bed until she was lying down.
She closed her eyes, feeling sleep beginning to overtake her when she heard a noise from downstairs.
She lifted her head, listening, before she realized it was the sound of the front door opening and closing, and then heard the muffled voices of her parents. Emily glanced at the clock to see that it was past 2 in the morning.
She heard the deeper rumble of her dad’s voice and then her mom’s soft laugh that was abruptly cut off and there were a few moments of silence, and Emily knew her parents were kissing. She felt herself blush in the dark at the thought before she heard the sound of her mother’s muffled voice again.
She heard her parents come upstairs and then pause to look in to Andy’s room and make sure he was sleeping and sat up just as the door of her own room opened to reveal her parents.
“Em, what are you doing awake at this hour?” Mum asked in some surprise.
Emily lifted one shoulder into a half-shrug. “I got caught up in my book and lost track of time,” she admitted.
Mum laughed softly, knowingly, since Emily knew perfectly well that Mum had done the same thing in past years. “Well, go to sleep now; it’s late.”
Emily lay down again as Dad bent to kiss her forehead. “Goodnight, love.”
“Goodnight, Dad, Mum. Oh, did you have a good time tonight?”
Mum smiled. “Yes, we did but we can tell you about it in the morning. Goodnight, Em.”
“Night.”
Emily closed her eyes again as her parents softly shut her door.
She listened as she heard her parents’ footsteps retreat and then heard their door close, cutting off the sound of their muffled voices.
It wasn’t something she could really put into words but there was nothing she liked more than lying in bed while hearing the muffled sound of her parents’ voices as they talked and laughed. It made her feel... safe... Safe and warm and protected, secure in the knowledge that her parents were together and happy, as they’d always been for her entire life. It was, unconsciously, something she relied on, even without thought. Like the changing of the seasons or the sun rising in the east, her parents’ palpable love and happiness with each other was just a natural part of her world, the foundation of her world.
Emily sat up again, reaching over to pull out her diary, a quill, and then her wand with a quiet, “Lumos.”
Mum and Dad went on a date tonight--
Emily paused, considered, and then smiled a little as she continued on.
Mum and Dad went on a date tonight-went on another of their dates, that is. As usual, Dad lost his train of thought when he saw Mum all dressed up. As usual, Dad tried to play it cool-- and failed. As usual, Mum laughed but gave him one of her “soft” looks anyway. As usual, Dad kissed Mum when they got back home.
Andy and Sabrina still think it’s “weird” that Dad and Mum go on dates; no other parents we know really do, except sometimes Uncle Ron and Aunt Luna, I know, for Uncle Ron’s or Aunt Luna's birthday but only after Violet left for Hogwarts too. I used to think it was weird too but now, I think it’s… nice.
Mum and Dad have been married for so long now, 22 years this year, and they still go out on dates; Dad still tells Mum she’s beautiful and Mum and Dad still kiss. That’s… nice.
I remember Ariel telling me about that time her parents fought really bad, maybe 10 years ago now, and she cried herself to sleep for a week because she thought they might get a divorce. I didn’t know what to say. I mean, Mum and Dad fight too but it’s never been like that; I never once thought Mum and Dad might divorce. Divorce is something that happens to “other people”, but not our family, not Mum and Dad. I guess we’re lucky that way, that Mum and Dad still love each other, really love each other.
I asked Mum once when she first knew she loved Dad. Mum thought about it for a while and then said she didn’t know. I think I threw my pillow at her, saying I was serious, and then Mum explained. She got this funny, distant look on her face as she stared at the wall and then she said that it was different for her and Dad, that she can’t really remember a moment when she knew she loved Dad, that there really probably wasn’t any one moment when she realized it. It was just something she realized one day and knew it had always been the case. I made a face and told Mum that wasn’t an answer at all and Mum laughed and then threw my blanket over my head as she said that was all the answer I was going to get.
And then Dad came in to wish me goodnight and said something funny-I don’t remember what-and I forgot the question.
It didn’t make sense to me that Mum wouldn’t remember when she first knew she loved Dad; after all, Mum remembers just about everything else. That’s why Dad sometimes laughs and calls Mum his life organizer.
Oh well, I don’t suppose it matters when or how Mum and Dad first realized they loved each other. I still want to know but as Dad would say, that’s just Mum’s know-it-all streak coming out in me. All that really matters is that Mum and Dad still do love each other-going on dates and giving each other ga-ga eyes and all.
I can’t imagine feeling that way about anyone else-I mean, Mum and Dad have known each other forever now!-but I hope one day that I’ll have what Mum and Dad have.
Emily closed her diary and put it back in its place with her quill beside it and then put her wand on the nightstand (with the methodical precision that always made Harry smile a little and think how much like Hermione Emily was) and murmured, “Nox.”
And then Emily slid back down in bed, closing her eyes and was asleep within minutes.
~The End~