Discworld: the Black Ribboners
Title: Crime and Ravishment
Fandom: Discworld
Characters: Polly, Maladict
Prompt: 072. Fixed.
Word Count: 229
Rating: R
Summary: Reasons not to do something are weighed over.
Author's Notes: Polly/Mal, spoilery. Dedicated to amazon_syren.
"Three," muttered Polly.
"Hm?" Maladict was leaning back on the sofa, sipping coffee almost absent-mindedly, which was rare indeed for Mal. But she had other things in mind.
"So far, I've thought of three reasons why we shouldn't do this. I struck out the one about it being an abomination."
"Good," Mal said emphatically.
"One: It could land us in a Grey House."
Mal snorted. "Let them try."
"Two: It's probably not such a good idea to let a vampire that close to a human bloodstream. Not that I don't trust you, of course."
"I can handle it."
"Three: This probably falls under fraternization, making it a military offence."
"That's a good point. I hadn't thought of that."
"Mmm-hmm."
"It's lucky for me that you only thought of it after the fact, isn't it?"
Polly grinned up from where she was resting her head on Mal's naked thighs, past her coffee cup up to her toothy smile. "It's also a good thing that, if they ever do accuse us, a doctor can verify that I am still a virgin, and therefore no impropriety can have occurred."
Mal sighed with exaggerated bliss. "How I love living in a backwards ignorant nation like Borogravia."
They hailed the Duchess, Mal drank to her glory, and then they proceeded to find three more abominations and two sexual offences that virgins could repeatedly commit.
Title: Boyish Habits
Fandom: Discworld
Characters: OCs, Polly, Maladict
Prompt: 085. She.
Word Count: 100
Rating: G
Summary: A girl soldier intent on passing misses some things herself.
Author's Notes: Warning: contains farting. ...The Ribboner here is in a very tiny role, but, er, for what it's worth, I know the corporal is Mal.
Svetlana lifted one buttock, farted loudly, and grinned at the two other recruits at her table. The ginger one across her snickered and responded in kind. The small one on her left was concentrating on nose-picking.
Disgusting, of course, but necessary. She was already getting used to it.
They started on the topic of girls and were enthusiastically describing phoney first experiences when Svetlana began to suspect that the sergeant and corporal in the next table, who'd been guffawing for some time, were laughing at them. Why, she couldn't imagine.
(Lena and Wanda, her companions, were thinking the same thing.)
Title: Conspiracy Theories
Fandom: Discworld
Characters: Margolotta, Vetinari, OCs
Prompt: 081. How?
Word Count: 100
Rating: G
Summary: Thud over the clacks is sometimes just Thud over the clacks.
Author's Notes: Also written for a discworld100 challenge.
The Bonk tower clacksmen knew that the messages between Lady Margolotta and the Patrician of Ankh-Morpork couldn't be simple Thud instructions. The vampires were spying on the dwarfs for Vetinari, was one theory. Since vampires and dwarfs rarely had anything to do with each other, this didn't seem likely, but new theories sprang forth to fill the vacancy. Eventually roughly half of the clacksmen believed Ankh-Morpork was spying on Uberwald, the rest, that Uberwald was spying on Ankh-Morpork.
Both sides were upset when the new message from Margolotta came with the note: "What do you say, add a third board?"
Title: Visiting Havelock
Fandom: Discworld
Characters: Margolotta, Vetinari
Prompt: 054. Air.
Word Count: 100
Rating: PG
Summary: Night-time visits; looking but not touching.
Author's Notes: Vetinari/Margolotta, in the only way I could write it, and apparently too sweet. Dedicated to laiqualaurelote.
Margolotta stole away to Ankh-Morpork much more often than she let anyone know; sometimes she thought she even managed it without Havelock finding out.
When she did, and morning's first breath brought mists that choked the city, she would mingle in them, tasting the monster he loved so, and slither her way through the streets to the city's pinnacle.
He hardly ever closed his window. She knew the hours he kept.
She'd shift in the air above his bed and wonder if he was really asleep. Sometimes her mist laid a whisper caress on his cheek.
Such was their love-making.
16/100
Fandom: Discworld
Characters: Polly, Maladict
Prompt: 072. Fixed.
Word Count: 229
Rating: R
Summary: Reasons not to do something are weighed over.
Author's Notes: Polly/Mal, spoilery. Dedicated to amazon_syren.
"Three," muttered Polly.
"Hm?" Maladict was leaning back on the sofa, sipping coffee almost absent-mindedly, which was rare indeed for Mal. But she had other things in mind.
"So far, I've thought of three reasons why we shouldn't do this. I struck out the one about it being an abomination."
"Good," Mal said emphatically.
"One: It could land us in a Grey House."
Mal snorted. "Let them try."
"Two: It's probably not such a good idea to let a vampire that close to a human bloodstream. Not that I don't trust you, of course."
"I can handle it."
"Three: This probably falls under fraternization, making it a military offence."
"That's a good point. I hadn't thought of that."
"Mmm-hmm."
"It's lucky for me that you only thought of it after the fact, isn't it?"
Polly grinned up from where she was resting her head on Mal's naked thighs, past her coffee cup up to her toothy smile. "It's also a good thing that, if they ever do accuse us, a doctor can verify that I am still a virgin, and therefore no impropriety can have occurred."
Mal sighed with exaggerated bliss. "How I love living in a backwards ignorant nation like Borogravia."
They hailed the Duchess, Mal drank to her glory, and then they proceeded to find three more abominations and two sexual offences that virgins could repeatedly commit.
Title: Boyish Habits
Fandom: Discworld
Characters: OCs, Polly, Maladict
Prompt: 085. She.
Word Count: 100
Rating: G
Summary: A girl soldier intent on passing misses some things herself.
Author's Notes: Warning: contains farting. ...The Ribboner here is in a very tiny role, but, er, for what it's worth, I know the corporal is Mal.
Svetlana lifted one buttock, farted loudly, and grinned at the two other recruits at her table. The ginger one across her snickered and responded in kind. The small one on her left was concentrating on nose-picking.
Disgusting, of course, but necessary. She was already getting used to it.
They started on the topic of girls and were enthusiastically describing phoney first experiences when Svetlana began to suspect that the sergeant and corporal in the next table, who'd been guffawing for some time, were laughing at them. Why, she couldn't imagine.
(Lena and Wanda, her companions, were thinking the same thing.)
Title: Conspiracy Theories
Fandom: Discworld
Characters: Margolotta, Vetinari, OCs
Prompt: 081. How?
Word Count: 100
Rating: G
Summary: Thud over the clacks is sometimes just Thud over the clacks.
Author's Notes: Also written for a discworld100 challenge.
The Bonk tower clacksmen knew that the messages between Lady Margolotta and the Patrician of Ankh-Morpork couldn't be simple Thud instructions. The vampires were spying on the dwarfs for Vetinari, was one theory. Since vampires and dwarfs rarely had anything to do with each other, this didn't seem likely, but new theories sprang forth to fill the vacancy. Eventually roughly half of the clacksmen believed Ankh-Morpork was spying on Uberwald, the rest, that Uberwald was spying on Ankh-Morpork.
Both sides were upset when the new message from Margolotta came with the note: "What do you say, add a third board?"
Title: Visiting Havelock
Fandom: Discworld
Characters: Margolotta, Vetinari
Prompt: 054. Air.
Word Count: 100
Rating: PG
Summary: Night-time visits; looking but not touching.
Author's Notes: Vetinari/Margolotta, in the only way I could write it, and apparently too sweet. Dedicated to laiqualaurelote.
Margolotta stole away to Ankh-Morpork much more often than she let anyone know; sometimes she thought she even managed it without Havelock finding out.
When she did, and morning's first breath brought mists that choked the city, she would mingle in them, tasting the monster he loved so, and slither her way through the streets to the city's pinnacle.
He hardly ever closed his window. She knew the hours he kept.
She'd shift in the air above his bed and wonder if he was really asleep. Sometimes her mist laid a whisper caress on his cheek.
Such was their love-making.
16/100