Multi-Fandom Story Post!
Back in October, I started writing stuffs for Hannah. Here is what she had to say on the matter:
For Psychology we have to do these Self-Change projects. Like, pic something to change about ourselves and make a program to do it. I picked going to sleep at a reasonable hour. Laaame. BUT. NOT LAME. BECAUSE. We have to think of rewards or punishments for when we do/don't do what we set out to do and I figured it'd be a bad idea for me to start punishing myself lolol so I chose reward. KENZIE. KENZIE is an absolute ANGEL (even though, like, God would so not let you be one XD) and agreed to write me a drabble for every time I got to bed on time! DRABBLES! FOR ME! FROM KENZIE! EVERY TIME I GO TO SLEEP AT A GOOD TIME! THIS IS MOTIVATION LIKE YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW.
So, for twenty days, if she got to bed on time, I wrote her a drabble. She missed a few days and the last few were sent to her late, but all in all it was a grand time. So. Here I am more than a month after her little Self-Change project ended, showing off the shit I wrote for her. Lol. Oh, and Hannah, I just realised that I sent you Day 19's drabble on Day 20 instead of sending the real Day 20, so that is included in here. =)
Title: Green
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: James/Lily
Rating:PG-13 for suggestive material
Tumbling, laughing, falling, falling, falling, down onto cotton sheets. Not as smooth as silk, but in this moment they might as well be.
Callused hands glide over freckled hips, eliciting a soft giggle. Not the laughter of the nervous like that first time, but that of the truly happy. She's happy. A grin escapes your lips. You're happy too.
Soft, full lips find thin, chapped ones and the contrast is something of an ambrosial variety. Hands move from hips, this time seeking out beloved red locks. Never reach, though, trapped by smaller hands. Kissed.
Nothing between you and her, just sweat soaked skin and breath and tendons, stretching, as you shift to kiss lower.
And all you see is green. Not the bitter, cruel sort, but the shade only she can fill your mind with. The green her eyes turn only when looking at you. Smiling at you. Loving you.
Title: Burned
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: James/Lily
Rating:PG
Burning. The moment she awoke, that was the first thing that assaulted her nostrils. The smell of smoke.
"Good lord, I am going to kill that man," Lily said, glaring at the clock that cheerily flashed "6:17 am" at her. Why was he even up?
She opened the door, and was blinded by a cloud of smoke.
"James Potter, what are you doing?!" She made her way to the kitchen, searching out her culprit and fully intending to punish him. First, though, she opened a window. Far easier to find criminals when the room isn't filled with smoke.
The smoke cleared a bit, and she saw James throw a pan filled with some charred black substance into the sink.
"Sorry," he muttered. "It was your birthday, and... yeah. Sorry."
Lily rolled her eyes and kissed James on the cheek. "That's very sweet of you, but I think not burning down the house would be a far better present." She grabbed his hand and pulled. "Come back to bed."
"You know what else would be a good present?" James asked, smug smirk firmly in place.
"Hands to yourself, mister. I'm going back to sleep."
"Well fine then," James said as they both climbed back into bed. The burning smell still faintly lingered in the air as they drifted off to sleep.
Title: Proposal
Fandom: House M.D.
Pairing: House/Wilson
Rating:PG
Friday night. TV is on, couch is occupied, case of beer is empty. Typical, really.
House reaches into his pocket, pulling out a small object. Before Wilson has time to notice the movement, said object is making impact with his left temple.
"Ow! What the hell was that?" Wilson rubs his head, looking quite peeved.
"What does it look like?"
"Kind of hard to tell when it is colliding with my face, you know." Wilson rolls his eyes, then spies a small, shiny object in his lap and picks it up. "A... ring? Um. Thanks, I guess." He slips it on to his finger, casting an odd glance at House as he does so, and turns back to the television.
"You're an idiot, you know that? Wrong hand."
Wilson looks at his right hand, then his left, then to House, then back to the hands again. Puzzled, he takes the ring off his right hand and moves it to his left. "And you're bossy, did you know that?" is his delayed response.
An hour later, his exclamation of, "Oh!" is met with an eye roll.
Title: Used
Fandom: Pencilsmut
Pairing: Pencil/Paper, Unrequited Pencil/Hand, New!Pencil/Hand
Rating:PG 13 for... pencils. And angst. Pencilangst.
Smudged grey, that which was once of the purest white, slide beneath your tip. The fifth today, you notice. One of only countless dozens you have soiled. All of them the same virginal shade, all of them tainted with your essence. Every single one now containing a piece of you, some more than others.
Crack. Snap. Pressure. Pain.
You feel that familiar breaking, only this time from your significantly shortened middle, instead of your dull tip. You have slowly been eroded, been fearing the day when there would be nothing left of you to give, and now it seems that day has come sooner than it should have.
That hand that once held you so gently, having pushed too far, drops your shattered halves. A sign of frustration escapes full lips (the ones you've often rested against, the ones that hide a soft, moist tongue you shall never feel again). You are abandoned.
A familiar scraping is heard, though fainter than you are accustomed to, and you glance up to see your replacement being slowly twisted through that cold blade, those warm hands softly clinging.
With a rush of air, a sense of falling, you meet dark black plastic, and you lose all hope.
All you have left are you memories, and even those will fade once the darkness takes full control.
It surrounds you, and you are no more.
Title: Entertainment
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Remus/Sirius + McGoogles (not like that, perb)
Rating:PG
DIALOGUE ONLY
I am so bored, Moony, do something fun."
"Shoosh, class is out in 15 minutes, you can be quiet until we leave."
"Do you know me? That is far too long to go without entertainment!"
"Too bad."
"You are a terrible friend. Terrible, horrid, and no good at all. That is what you are."
"I'm sure. Entertain yourself."
"I think that can be arranged."
"What th- GET OFF!"
"Succumb to my temptations, Moony! Resistance is futile!"
"No, no, no! Off of me right now!"
"Boys, if you cannot control yourselves, I am going to insist you leave."
"Sorry Professor."
"It's just so hard to control my urges when both you and Remus are in the same room."
"I'm sure it is. No more interruptions, you and your urges can wait five minutes, Mr. Black."
"I am so killing you after class."
"Looking forward to it, Moony."
"You would."
Title: Nothing
Fandom: House
Pairing: House/Wilson
Rating:PG
Warning:Spoilerish for 4x03
Nothing.
All you hear is nothing.
All you see is nothing.
Just... nothing.
Darkness surrounds you. Just as you expected, there is no tunnel of light, no deity to greet you, no afterlife awaiting your arrival.
Nothing at all.
In those 60 oxygen deprived seconds, your mind can do nothing but reveal the blackness behind your eyelids.
You heart beat returns, as does your breathing, and your rattled mind is free to do what it will as your taxed body refuses to gain consciousness.
And for awhile, all you see is nothing, though you can feel sharp pains coming from your right thigh and your left hand.
But then a familiar voice breaks through the fog, and a face is conjured up to match.
When you wake, that face is the first you see, that voice the first you hear.
You believe in no afterlife, and you have no reason to. This is it for you.
But here and now, you've got him.
And that is far better than nothing.
Title: First Meetings
Fandom: Harry Potter
Characters: Sirius, Regulus, Remus
Rating:G (because they're all itty bitty chillins and I am most definitely not a pedo. Haha.)
'But Sirius, I don't want to!' You see two boys, one about five (the one who just spoke), the other a few years older (the one identified as 'Sirius'). Sirius is attempting to drag the younger one over to the monkey bars on the playground, but there is some resistance. You watch in amusement from your place on the bench.
'I dragged you over here to play, so you're going to play,' Sirius says, continuing with his dragging.
The boy tears up. 'I want to go home. It's cold.'
'Is not. You're fine.'
The tears turn into full on crying, and you walk over.
'You should probably do something about that,' you say, gesturing to the wailing boy.
Sirius looks a bit startled when you speak, but then he rolls his eyes.
'Stop crying, Reg, you're bothering people.'
'Well, not really.'
'Oh, well, you take him then.' Sirius releases 'Reg' (who is still crying) and pushes him towards you, then runs off to the monkey bars.
'That was... not very nice.' You take the boy's hand and lead him to the bench you were previously occupying.
'He's always like that,' he says once the crying has died down.
'That must suck.'
'It's okay, I guess.' He shrugs. 'I'm Regulus.'
'I'm Remus.'
You shake hands in a way that looks quite comical coming from a 5-year-old and an 8-year-old, and then spend the rest of the afternoon watching Sirius fall on his ass.
Title: Fumbling
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Sirius/Regulus
Rating:R
Black on black. White on white. Hair and skin and eyes so familiar, so perfectly matched, so not made to be joining in such a way as you two seem to like joining it.
Fumbling towards ecstasy, running away from reality, from what you are to each other, colliding head first with this taboo you enjoy far too much.
You arch under Sirius, hips coming up to meet his as he does the most delicious things with that mouth of his. That mouth that often taunted you when you were younger, that mouth that still does, always will. Older brothers are meant to taunt and tease the younger ones, but not in the ways he often does.
Title: Silence
Fandom: Harry Potter
Characters: Sirius and Regulus
Rating:G
He never comes home for Winter break, and without him the house seems far too big, the air far too silent. Everything is quieter without his laughter, without his arguing, without your mother yelling at him. It's boring without him.
For two weeks you hide in your room, away from your father's questioning and your mother's love, trying to get away from the silence left in Sirius' absence.
You always thought those two weeks were the worst it could get, and when they were over, things went back to normal.
And then one summer, Sirius didn't come home at all.
Title: Shoreline
Fandom: Harry Potter
Characters: Sirius and Regulus
Rating:PG-13
When they were children, their parents used to take them to some far away beach. Other members of their family often showed up, and they spent a few weeks avoiding all of them, only ever wanting the company of the other. Aunts would pinch cheeks ( hard, their fingers were like fucking talons), uncles would tell riveting tales of their many dark adventures, and cousins would try to coax them into play, but none of the attention was appreciated.
At night, once everyone else was asleep or passed out, they'd sneak out onto the beach and watch the quiet ocean waves. They'd play in the water, rolling in the sand, totally happy just to be playing with the brother they so adored.
They're no longer children, it has been awhile since Sirius has seen any of that extended family, and they have no idea where that far off ocean shore is, but the lake outside the school is close enough, and just as good for playing.
Title: Love is a Battlefield
Fandom: House
Pairing: House/Wilson
Rating:PG
A tug, a pull, a yank, and the blankets once again change hand. A moan, a grunt, a grumble, and the war continues on. Back and forth, the woven cotton clothes move across the bed, covering him, then covering you, then covering him again. It's childish really, but the night is cold and the blankets are few, and damnit, you had them first.
A sigh of defeat rings through the air, then a back is turned, shivering from cold. You roll your eyes, pull him close, and the battle is ended in a draw. You both, finally, sleep in peace.
Title: Finding Out
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Remus/Sirius
Rating:PG-13
When James caught them snogging for the first time (in the common room, of all places), he'd laughed, thrown a pillow at Sirius' back, gone off with a yell of, "Put a sock on the portrait next time or something!", and that had been that. None of that freaking out Remus had been worrying about.
"I told you he wouldn't care," Sirius had said.
When Peter caught them snogging for the first time (in what they thought was an empty corridor) he'd let out a squeak of surprise, then a laugh, then a, "Well about time, mates," and that had been that. None of that awkwardness Remus had been fearing.
"You underestimate him, I think," Sirius had said.
When Lily caught them… well, she never did. She'd heard the amusing tale of catching them snogging from James, and then the equally amusing tale of catching them snogging from Peter, and she'd told them that they both ought to get a room, as being caught snogging was starting to become a rather common occurrence. None of that… actually, Remus had been expecting a lecture of that sort. Nothing unusual about that.
When McGonagall caught them snogging for the first (and then second, then third, then fourth, and… well, you get it) she'd given them detention, then more detention when Sirius waggled his eyebrows at her and said, "What, jealous?"
And so all their friends (and McGonagall) now knew to look around corners and knock on doors and life was good indeed. Except for the detentions.
Title: Pain
Fandom: Strangers with Candy
Pairing: Homos
Rating:PG-13 for PAIN
Pain coursed through his veins, unlike anything he had ever felt before. He made his way, painfully, into the living room, and painfully lowered himself onto the couch with a painful cry of, "Oh my god, I'm dying!"
Chuck snorted at that, then looked over Geoffrey (not painfully, the pain was not his at all). "What the fuck happened to your face?!" he yelled, jumping up and fleeing to a far corner, away from the horror that filled his vision.
Geoffrey let out a pain-filled laugh and shook his head. Of course Chuck wouldn't be able to handle this. He'd have to put up a painful, brave fight, alone and in pain. It pained him just thinking about it. "Stung by a bee," he said despondently. "I may not have long, you know, and I know you'll probably leave me to die on my own… but I know how much you love my lips, so I came here to let you have one last kiss. I could be at home, filling my final hours with me, but I was feeling generous. Painfully, painfully generous."
"I like your pillowy lips, Geoffrey, not your GIGANTIC MANEATING FACE GROWTHS!" Chuck stalked off into the kitchen, where he hid his pain (the emotional sort, not the physical. Geoffrey was the one in physical pain, of course) in a jar of peanut butter.
"Well, fine then. You will regret that when I die." Geoffrey yelled those pained words and painfully stormed out of Chuck's house. In Pain.
Title: Night
Fandom: House MD
Pairing: House/Wilson
Rating:PG
At night, when all the rest of the world is asleep (or rather, the part where it is also night), he is at his best. The distractions of the day, the people, the noises, the light, were all gone. He can think in semi-silence, if not in peace.
Sometimes he lies awake all night long, thoughts of nothing and everything running monologues through his head that may or may not be important to the world at large.
When he sleeps, the thinking is only heightened, apparently, as he has often awoken with that one answer, the right diagnosis, completely thought out by his slumbering mind and ready for delivery in the morning.
At night, when that warm body of his best friend is resting against him, lost to the world, filling his thoughts, he really is at his best.
Title: Snack Cakes and Such
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Remus/Sirius
Rating:PG
DIALOGUE ONLY (it is just so much fun with them!)
"Sirius, do you know what happened to those cupcakes I made?"
"Not a clue, Moony. I am thinking they ran away. You probably scared them off with that hideous orange shirt you are wearing."
"I'm sure. That explains why there is frosting on your mouth."
"I can't explain that at all. Those more cupcakes probably ran away from you, and ran into my mouth while I wasn't paying attention."
"I made those for my mother. It's her birthday today."
"You know you're gay, right?"
"The possibility has crossed my mind, yes."
"Like, really, really gay. Making cupcakes for your mother gay."
"Yes, that is the reason I'm gay."
"I am certain I can think of others."
"Stop waggling your eyebrows like that, people who eat my mother's birthday presents don't deserve sexual acts of gayness from me."
"You are terrible. I want a divorce."
"We aren't married..."
"For good reason!"
"I'm sure. I'm leaving now, I'll buy something on the way."
"Tell your mother I say hello."
"Stop with the eyebrows. She's not giving you sex either."
"You Lupins are absolutely no fun at all."
"I know, I know. Bye Sirius."
"I'm changing the locks."
"Have fun with locking the fireplace, then."
"Oh, I will. You just watch."
"I will. Goodbye."
"Bye."
Title: Sick Day
Fandom: House MD
Pairing: House/Wilson
Rating:PG
Wilson woke up one morning, head aching, chest tight, sinuses clogged, knowing he was in for a bad day.
His schedule was packed with appointments and meetings, and he couldn't very well cancel on all his patients, so he took a few cold pills, blew his nose, and off to work he went.
House was nowhere to be seen when he arrived at PPTH, which wasn't that unusual at all, and his morning went by without distraction. Reflecting back on his (still) pounding head and the obnoxious cold he had, though, a distraction from all the work and the patients and the sickness would have been welcomed.
By lunch time he was feeling utterly miserable, and he decided to lay down. He groaned when he heard his door opening, hoping House (at least he assumed that's who it was, judging from the lacking of knocking) would at least try to be somewhat quiet.
House made his way over to the couch, pulled on Wilson's arm, and said, "You, sir, are going home."
Wilson blinked at him. "I have appointments all afternoon, I don't have time to go home right now."
"That is where you are sorely mistaken. All the baldies have been rescheduled, you're free all day. And tomorrow, actually."
Wilson rolled his eyes, not even bothering to ask how House had managed that one, and he let himself be dragged up and off the couch, then out the door and down the hall. "I'm assuming you've volunteered to share this time off with me?"
"Of course. Somebody needs to take care of you when you are sick and useless." He patted Wilson on the head, and the two exited the hospital. Wilson laughed, head aching, chest tight, sinuses clogged, and he knew he'd be in for an interesting two days.
Title: Understanding
Fandom: House MD
Pairing: House/Wilson
Rating:G
Nobody can quite understand how they work so well together. One a rude, abrasive jerk, the other kind and caring; at least that is what everyone around them sees.
They don't see the smiles that pass from one pair of lips to the other, they can't comprehend the heated glances (be they of anger or some other emotion) that often go back and forth. If others could hear their one on one conversations, see their private interactions, they would look at things in an entirely different light. But, of course, they will never be privy to that knowledge.
Nobody knows House quite like Wilson does. Nobody knows Wilson nearly as well as House.
And despite the lack of understanding in those around them, that is how they like it.
Title: Fourth Time’s the Charm
Fandom: House MD
Pairing: House/Wilson, past mention of Wilson/Wives
Rating:PG
Mary had worn her mother’s wedding dress. Bonnie had wanted to go with a ‘non-traditional’ dress, so she had worn a short, cream-coloured one. Julie’s dress could barely be called a dress at all.
House showed up (which was good enough, really) in a wrinkled t-shirt and a pair of jeans that probably hadn’t been washed in awhile.
Mary had fretted. Bonnie had worried. Julie bitched.
According to House, Wilson did all of these things and more.
Mary had lasted two years. Bonnie had lasted four. Julie three.
House had been there longer than all of them combined, so Wilson felt quite certain that this time at the alter would be his last.