Crack and drabble time! (Plus old H_E entries)
So yeah, I'm just dumping off some recent, old drabbles I've written. The first one is a GG drabble, the second is a crossover with the GG, PLL, and HP fandoms and the other three are all HP drabbles (and written for hogwarts_elite ).
Disclaimer: I own nothing here. Except maybe for the crazy notion that Bart Bass is A @_@
Title: Untitled
Lily knew he was always independent. Chuck did things his way and got by fine for the most part. Nate was with him and it sounded like the two of them were having fun. She got stories from all over the world; the girls they met, the money they spent, everything they were seeing. It sounded wonderful and she wished she could be there.
Yet she stared at the phone and wondered if what he said was the whole truth. Getting away from the city was exactly what he needed.
She only hoped that it was making him happy too.
~ ~ ~
Title: Carry On Wayward Son
Chuck had no idea where the owl had come from or why it had a message for him. Yet something about it seemed trustworthy. Odd but trustworthy. He carefully unraveled the parchment from the owl's leg as it looked on. The paper was old but the ink on it was still fresh. There were only four sentences written down yet the handwriting was familiar. He had seen it before.
Carry on my wayward, son. There'll be peace when you are done. Lay your weary head to rest. Don't you cry no more.
Signed on the bottom was one letter.
A
~ ~ ~
Not Worth The Trouble
Rowena took a deep breath as she looked at her bed. It had been a long day and the party was still going on. But she was turning in for the night.
Carefully, she took off her diadem and put it back in the box. It had gotten her many compliments and unwanted attention. The latter was the reason she had left the party. She would never forget all the looks and smirks. Lovely as it was, this wasn’t worth it.
“I hope you won’t give me any more trouble in the future.” She said.
And she closed the box.
~ ~ ~
Title: The Bet
Luna waited patiently, drumming her fingers against the table. She loved her husband but Rolf had to be wrong about this. He was being stubborn yesterday so they decided to put this to a test. And now all she was waiting on was the results. He kept staring at the empty bowl that they had left on the floor.
“Well?” She asked.
“You’re right. Our garden gnomes are fond of eating daisies. There’s nothing here.” He said, showing her the bowl.
“And?”
“You were right. You win.” He sighed, realizing he had lost the bet. “You always win.”
“I know.”
~ ~ ~
Title: Hunger
She couldn’t remember the last time she had been fed. The last thing had been that filthy Mudblood he had given her for lunch. But now her stomach ached for something else. A few times, she went over to what would be her dinner but he stopped her. It was frustrating to listen to that thing whimper and cry. She wanted it in her mouth instead, ending all the tears and noise.
A flash of green light and it fell dead. At last! All she needed to hear now were the words.
“Dinner, Nagini…”
And she slithered down to eat.
Disclaimer: I own nothing here. Except maybe for the crazy notion that Bart Bass is A @_@
Title: Untitled
Lily knew he was always independent. Chuck did things his way and got by fine for the most part. Nate was with him and it sounded like the two of them were having fun. She got stories from all over the world; the girls they met, the money they spent, everything they were seeing. It sounded wonderful and she wished she could be there.
Yet she stared at the phone and wondered if what he said was the whole truth. Getting away from the city was exactly what he needed.
She only hoped that it was making him happy too.
~ ~ ~
Title: Carry On Wayward Son
Chuck had no idea where the owl had come from or why it had a message for him. Yet something about it seemed trustworthy. Odd but trustworthy. He carefully unraveled the parchment from the owl's leg as it looked on. The paper was old but the ink on it was still fresh. There were only four sentences written down yet the handwriting was familiar. He had seen it before.
Carry on my wayward, son. There'll be peace when you are done. Lay your weary head to rest. Don't you cry no more.
Signed on the bottom was one letter.
A
~ ~ ~
Not Worth The Trouble
Rowena took a deep breath as she looked at her bed. It had been a long day and the party was still going on. But she was turning in for the night.
Carefully, she took off her diadem and put it back in the box. It had gotten her many compliments and unwanted attention. The latter was the reason she had left the party. She would never forget all the looks and smirks. Lovely as it was, this wasn’t worth it.
“I hope you won’t give me any more trouble in the future.” She said.
And she closed the box.
~ ~ ~
Title: The Bet
Luna waited patiently, drumming her fingers against the table. She loved her husband but Rolf had to be wrong about this. He was being stubborn yesterday so they decided to put this to a test. And now all she was waiting on was the results. He kept staring at the empty bowl that they had left on the floor.
“Well?” She asked.
“You’re right. Our garden gnomes are fond of eating daisies. There’s nothing here.” He said, showing her the bowl.
“And?”
“You were right. You win.” He sighed, realizing he had lost the bet. “You always win.”
“I know.”
~ ~ ~
Title: Hunger
She couldn’t remember the last time she had been fed. The last thing had been that filthy Mudblood he had given her for lunch. But now her stomach ached for something else. A few times, she went over to what would be her dinner but he stopped her. It was frustrating to listen to that thing whimper and cry. She wanted it in her mouth instead, ending all the tears and noise.
A flash of green light and it fell dead. At last! All she needed to hear now were the words.
“Dinner, Nagini…”
And she slithered down to eat.