Challenge Four Voting!
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The drabbles are in, and it's time to vote!
Remember:
♥ If you are a contestant, you are required to vote.
♥ You are not allowed to vote for yourself.
♥ Please enter the number of your most favorite and least favorite drabble in the voting poll. Please enter the number and NOT the title!
♥ Remember the prompt when voting: “Words are a wonderful form of communication, but they will never replace kisses and punches." -Ashleigh Brilliant
Winners will be announced on Wednesday!
1. tania_sings
Title: Baisers (Kisses)
Words: 265, not including the translation notes
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Author's Notes: Hover your cursor over the French phrases to see the English translation.
Fleur wants to tell Bill that he is l'homme le plus élégant she has ever seen, but in his overwhelming presence her tongue trips over the elusive English words.
It's incredibly frustrating. Things have always come easily to her: beauty, achievement, admiration. Nothing has ever been so much of a struggle as finding the words to tell this wonderful man, this modèle d'âge viril, exactly how she feels about him. Ironically, this is the most important thing she has ever wanted to communicate and she thinks sometimes she might lose her mind if she can't find the way.
Her English is usually so good! Why is it failing when she needs it the most?
"Bill ... I want to tell you ... zat ees..."
She wants to say he makes her feel like she's la mise à flot au-dessus de la terre, that she can see them together when they are both vieux, ridé et fatigué, that he is la chose la plus importante dans le monde. But she can't work out how to say it, and even though he is patient and gentle as she struggles, she is beginning to feel like an imbécile.
So instead she merely kisses him, trying with all her might to to infuse the press of her lips against his with every bit of emotion she feels and all of the endearments she cannot give voice to in any language he will understand.
When she finally pulls back, she is gratified beyond belief to see his eyes shining with thrilled comprehension.
Les mots sont surestimés, she realises.
2. deathlydragon
Title: With Kisses and Punches
Words: 405
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: References to violence.
Author's Notes: Hope you enjoy wolfy!Bill. Thanks to my beta! :D
Bill didn’t know what was wrong with him. His fingers were still prickling from crashing against Roger Davies’s temple, and he really wanted to believe that the only reason was jealousy; because Roger had been dating Fleur, because he kind of stalked her ever since he began working at Gringotts, and of course because his face was still perfectly flawless. But Bill would have never wanted to change this with violence. He feared it was because of the scars that he couldn’t control his anger anymore.
“Bill!” Fleur grabbed his arm to pull him away from the mess of Roger that sunk to the floor in front of them, blood dripping from a laceration at his temple. “What was zat about?”
And again pure rage flared up in Bill, because he knew that Fleur knew… and he feared that clenching his fists wouldn’t keep him from pushing her too roughly away.
So he just turned around and walked straight out of Gringotts, not caring about the people staring at him, but about Fleur letting him walk away. That her fingers slipped so easily from his arm was obvious and calling after him couldn’t change the obvious.
“Bill, talk to me!” Fleur not only called, but ran after him.
Bill still didn’t turn around, because he was afraid of losing his temper again. He hurried away from Gringotts as fast as possible, terrified that this incident would cost him his job. And then his marriage…
“’Ow am I supposed to know what’s wrong,” Fleur grabbed his hand, tightly, “eef you don’t talk to me?”
Bill stopped. He let Fleur’s fingers move between his, then swung around and pulled her against his chest with a sudden jerk. When he crushed his lips against Fleur’s mouth, it felt so very similar to punching Roger before. Because he was letting this strangely overwhelming anger take control, and it didn’t matter that the audience of Diagon Alley whistled and clapped. He was devouring Fleur’s mouth, claimed her with a passionate kiss and made sure everyone could see to whom she belonged. With kisses and punches.
It seemed like he had to accept this new part of him he couldn’t quite put into words…
When Bill pulled away, he left Fleur breathless and a little flushed. She smiled and let out a small giggle before she wrapped her arms around his neck.
“Why didn’t you just say zat from ze beginning?”
3. gelsey
Title: Lifetime of Kisses
Words: 580
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: reminiscence and sadness
Author's Notes: Strangely enough, I really liked this prompt. Uber thanks to the lovely lady who looked it over for me and saved me from a couple ghastly mistakes.
She kissed me so sweetly, that first time. Her cheeks were rosy, her lips were soft. It was a soft and shy “hello” spoken with skin and breath. Fleur, her lips as soft as a flower.
She kissed me so hungrily, the first time we made love. As if she wanted to burrow inside me and feel everything I felt, have everything I have. Our hearts beat in time and I was helpless and rejoicing in my helplessness under the onslaught. It said “I need you and want you and desire you more than anyone else.” I reveled in it, in my wanton part-Veela.
After Fenrir’s attack, her kisses reassured. The told me, again and again, “I still love you” and “You’re still beautiful to me.” With each kiss, she gave me back my confidence. She reminded me that beauty wasn’t always the most important thing. She saved me.
The kiss at our wedding sealed our vows. It said “I promise” and “I swear” and “I’ll love you forever and beyond.” It was a moment that stood out in time, a beacon of light and love. Not even the atmosphere of anxiety that surrounded that time could ruin that spectacular moment.
The first kiss we shared after Victoire was born was weary but content. The corners of her mouth were still a little tight from pain, strain subtly etched at the corners of her eyes, but she looked so perfect and happy as we looked down at our baby. “We’re a family now,” her kiss said to me, and then to our child.
There were the busy kisses that took the places of familiar everyday exchanges. “Good morning” and “Good bye,” “Welcome home” and “Thank you.” They grew commonplace, until sometimes we exchanged only the words necessary to arrange our lives each day. I didn’t realize then, but sometimes kisses shouldn’t replace all the words.
Angry kisses stalked across our path as that happened. Kisses after fights that summarized them neatly-“Why didn’t you tell me your mother was coming over” and “Who was the girl you were eating lunch with” and “Damn it, Bill, why can’t you listen to me when I’m talking to you?” kisses. Kisses that shouted the words we kept pinned behind our lips, those “Sometimes I hate you more than I love you”s and, even worse, the occasional “I don’t want to do this anymore.”
The tight, close-lipped “We’re staying together for the children” kisses circled like vultures. I don’t know if she shared other kisses with other people at that point-she had to have been tempted because I was more than once. To feel something, anything, again when someone’s lips touched mine. It was all I wanted and all I dreamed of. I occasionally even watched her lips and dreamed of making them ignite with mine again. Sometimes I think my kisses said that, betrayed my secret wishes. Her lips only grew colder after that.
It’s this kiss now, though, that I know will haunt me more than any. This kiss full of tears and regret and bitterness. The kiss of “it’s over, for good, forever.” We linger, perhaps a final hope. But the hope fizzles and dies, and the kiss dies too. I press mine against hers one more time, “Good bye,” and turn away.
A lifetime full of kisses, and this is how it ends-with my lips dry and salty, speaking only of finality to my tongue when I lick them.
4. mollywheezy
Title: Directionally-Challenged Ardor
Words: 230
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Fleur's words were a barrage of flaming arrows, flying at Bill quickly and furiously with deadly accuracy. Looking into Fleur's fiery eyes, Bill resisted the urge to duck and hide. It wasn't his fault Gringotts instituted a new policy prohibiting married curse-breakers from working together. Of course, he had known about the change for weeks, and hadn't told his wife . . .Thankfully Bill had the presence of mind to Accio Fleur's wand at the beginning of her tirade, so at least she couldn't hex him. No point in worrying about making her angrier now. Fleur was already doing an excellent impression of a flame-throwing bird of prey.
Bill attempted holding his hands up in the universal gesture of surrender, but Fleur had a seemingly endless supply of blazing arrows. Not that Bill understood one word she was screeching due to the volume and speed of her French. Well, Bill wasn't a Gryffindor for nothing! Weaving and dodging to avoid her scorching projectiles, Bill swiftly approached and captured Fleur in his arms. She pushed her hands flat against Bill's chest with all her might, but he was stronger. He slid a hand through her hair to cradle the back of her head and pressed his lips against hers. After a long, one-sided moment, Fleur's resistance fizzled, she enveloped her husband in her arms , and channeled her passion into far more pleasurable activities.
Poll Challenge Four Voting
The drabbles are in, and it's time to vote!
Remember:
♥ If you are a contestant, you are required to vote.
♥ You are not allowed to vote for yourself.
♥ Please enter the number of your most favorite and least favorite drabble in the voting poll. Please enter the number and NOT the title!
♥ Remember the prompt when voting: “Words are a wonderful form of communication, but they will never replace kisses and punches." -Ashleigh Brilliant
Winners will be announced on Wednesday!
1. tania_sings
Title: Baisers (Kisses)
Words: 265, not including the translation notes
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Author's Notes: Hover your cursor over the French phrases to see the English translation.
Fleur wants to tell Bill that he is l'homme le plus élégant she has ever seen, but in his overwhelming presence her tongue trips over the elusive English words.
It's incredibly frustrating. Things have always come easily to her: beauty, achievement, admiration. Nothing has ever been so much of a struggle as finding the words to tell this wonderful man, this modèle d'âge viril, exactly how she feels about him. Ironically, this is the most important thing she has ever wanted to communicate and she thinks sometimes she might lose her mind if she can't find the way.
Her English is usually so good! Why is it failing when she needs it the most?
"Bill ... I want to tell you ... zat ees..."
She wants to say he makes her feel like she's la mise à flot au-dessus de la terre, that she can see them together when they are both vieux, ridé et fatigué, that he is la chose la plus importante dans le monde. But she can't work out how to say it, and even though he is patient and gentle as she struggles, she is beginning to feel like an imbécile.
So instead she merely kisses him, trying with all her might to to infuse the press of her lips against his with every bit of emotion she feels and all of the endearments she cannot give voice to in any language he will understand.
When she finally pulls back, she is gratified beyond belief to see his eyes shining with thrilled comprehension.
Les mots sont surestimés, she realises.
2. deathlydragon
Title: With Kisses and Punches
Words: 405
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: References to violence.
Author's Notes: Hope you enjoy wolfy!Bill. Thanks to my beta! :D
Bill didn’t know what was wrong with him. His fingers were still prickling from crashing against Roger Davies’s temple, and he really wanted to believe that the only reason was jealousy; because Roger had been dating Fleur, because he kind of stalked her ever since he began working at Gringotts, and of course because his face was still perfectly flawless. But Bill would have never wanted to change this with violence. He feared it was because of the scars that he couldn’t control his anger anymore.
“Bill!” Fleur grabbed his arm to pull him away from the mess of Roger that sunk to the floor in front of them, blood dripping from a laceration at his temple. “What was zat about?”
And again pure rage flared up in Bill, because he knew that Fleur knew… and he feared that clenching his fists wouldn’t keep him from pushing her too roughly away.
So he just turned around and walked straight out of Gringotts, not caring about the people staring at him, but about Fleur letting him walk away. That her fingers slipped so easily from his arm was obvious and calling after him couldn’t change the obvious.
“Bill, talk to me!” Fleur not only called, but ran after him.
Bill still didn’t turn around, because he was afraid of losing his temper again. He hurried away from Gringotts as fast as possible, terrified that this incident would cost him his job. And then his marriage…
“’Ow am I supposed to know what’s wrong,” Fleur grabbed his hand, tightly, “eef you don’t talk to me?”
Bill stopped. He let Fleur’s fingers move between his, then swung around and pulled her against his chest with a sudden jerk. When he crushed his lips against Fleur’s mouth, it felt so very similar to punching Roger before. Because he was letting this strangely overwhelming anger take control, and it didn’t matter that the audience of Diagon Alley whistled and clapped. He was devouring Fleur’s mouth, claimed her with a passionate kiss and made sure everyone could see to whom she belonged. With kisses and punches.
It seemed like he had to accept this new part of him he couldn’t quite put into words…
When Bill pulled away, he left Fleur breathless and a little flushed. She smiled and let out a small giggle before she wrapped her arms around his neck.
“Why didn’t you just say zat from ze beginning?”
3. gelsey
Title: Lifetime of Kisses
Words: 580
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: reminiscence and sadness
Author's Notes: Strangely enough, I really liked this prompt. Uber thanks to the lovely lady who looked it over for me and saved me from a couple ghastly mistakes.
She kissed me so sweetly, that first time. Her cheeks were rosy, her lips were soft. It was a soft and shy “hello” spoken with skin and breath. Fleur, her lips as soft as a flower.
She kissed me so hungrily, the first time we made love. As if she wanted to burrow inside me and feel everything I felt, have everything I have. Our hearts beat in time and I was helpless and rejoicing in my helplessness under the onslaught. It said “I need you and want you and desire you more than anyone else.” I reveled in it, in my wanton part-Veela.
After Fenrir’s attack, her kisses reassured. The told me, again and again, “I still love you” and “You’re still beautiful to me.” With each kiss, she gave me back my confidence. She reminded me that beauty wasn’t always the most important thing. She saved me.
The kiss at our wedding sealed our vows. It said “I promise” and “I swear” and “I’ll love you forever and beyond.” It was a moment that stood out in time, a beacon of light and love. Not even the atmosphere of anxiety that surrounded that time could ruin that spectacular moment.
The first kiss we shared after Victoire was born was weary but content. The corners of her mouth were still a little tight from pain, strain subtly etched at the corners of her eyes, but she looked so perfect and happy as we looked down at our baby. “We’re a family now,” her kiss said to me, and then to our child.
There were the busy kisses that took the places of familiar everyday exchanges. “Good morning” and “Good bye,” “Welcome home” and “Thank you.” They grew commonplace, until sometimes we exchanged only the words necessary to arrange our lives each day. I didn’t realize then, but sometimes kisses shouldn’t replace all the words.
Angry kisses stalked across our path as that happened. Kisses after fights that summarized them neatly-“Why didn’t you tell me your mother was coming over” and “Who was the girl you were eating lunch with” and “Damn it, Bill, why can’t you listen to me when I’m talking to you?” kisses. Kisses that shouted the words we kept pinned behind our lips, those “Sometimes I hate you more than I love you”s and, even worse, the occasional “I don’t want to do this anymore.”
The tight, close-lipped “We’re staying together for the children” kisses circled like vultures. I don’t know if she shared other kisses with other people at that point-she had to have been tempted because I was more than once. To feel something, anything, again when someone’s lips touched mine. It was all I wanted and all I dreamed of. I occasionally even watched her lips and dreamed of making them ignite with mine again. Sometimes I think my kisses said that, betrayed my secret wishes. Her lips only grew colder after that.
It’s this kiss now, though, that I know will haunt me more than any. This kiss full of tears and regret and bitterness. The kiss of “it’s over, for good, forever.” We linger, perhaps a final hope. But the hope fizzles and dies, and the kiss dies too. I press mine against hers one more time, “Good bye,” and turn away.
A lifetime full of kisses, and this is how it ends-with my lips dry and salty, speaking only of finality to my tongue when I lick them.
4. mollywheezy
Title: Directionally-Challenged Ardor
Words: 230
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Fleur's words were a barrage of flaming arrows, flying at Bill quickly and furiously with deadly accuracy. Looking into Fleur's fiery eyes, Bill resisted the urge to duck and hide. It wasn't his fault Gringotts instituted a new policy prohibiting married curse-breakers from working together. Of course, he had known about the change for weeks, and hadn't told his wife . . .Thankfully Bill had the presence of mind to Accio Fleur's wand at the beginning of her tirade, so at least she couldn't hex him. No point in worrying about making her angrier now. Fleur was already doing an excellent impression of a flame-throwing bird of prey.
Bill attempted holding his hands up in the universal gesture of surrender, but Fleur had a seemingly endless supply of blazing arrows. Not that Bill understood one word she was screeching due to the volume and speed of her French. Well, Bill wasn't a Gryffindor for nothing! Weaving and dodging to avoid her scorching projectiles, Bill swiftly approached and captured Fleur in his arms. She pushed her hands flat against Bill's chest with all her might, but he was stronger. He slid a hand through her hair to cradle the back of her head and pressed his lips against hers. After a long, one-sided moment, Fleur's resistance fizzled, she enveloped her husband in her arms , and channeled her passion into far more pleasurable activities.
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