Fic: 3 drabbles/ficlets [HP, Merlin - various parings - G to PG13]
In order not to completely spam my flist I post these drabbles/ficlets all at once. :) I still have to answer all the lovely comments I got on my smoochfest fic and repost it here. This will hopefully happen in the next couple of days.
Title: Honey Gold
Fandom: Harry Potter
Character: Luna
Rating: G
Warnings: none
Word Count: ~400
Summary: When Luna had been little her mum had told her that the first dream in a new home would always come true.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter is owned by J.K. Rowling and Warner Brothers. No copyright infringement intended.
A/N: I can't seem to write about Luna without including her dreams. ^_^
Written for this year's hp_uk_meetup goody bags. Recipient: utteramusement.
Honey Gold
Yellow morning sun flooded the kitchen. Luna stood gazing out the window at the two beehives in the garden and waited for her daisy blossom tea to steep.
This was the very first morning in her very first own house. The tiny cottage had a cosy upstairs bedroom, a bathroom just big enough for the tub, low ceilings, wood everywhere and a fireplace that appeared to be bigger than the living room itself. It was perfect.
When she had been little her mum had told her that the first dream in a new home would always come true. So yesterday evening Luna had prepared a fresh sheet of paper and her favourite quill and gone to sleep with pleasant anticipation.
In her dream she stood in the middle of the garden under a starry night sky. Without any warning the brightest star came loose and fell towards her. She caught it easily. It was not bigger than a coin, but heavy, and as golden as honey. As she held the star in the palm of her hand it grew bigger and bigger until it split into one big and two smaller golden drops. Every little beam of starlight they reflected filled Luna with sheer happiness.
This had to be a good omen, even if Luna had yet to figure out what exactly it could mean.
With her morning cup of tea in her hand she stepped out into the garden. The air was cool and the grass comfortably dewy under her bare feet. Luna walked over to the fence to have a look at her neighbour's garden. Over there the grass was waist high, the hedges untrimmed as if the plot was uninhabited. There was a glass house with wildly growing colourful plants inside. Luna looked closer and saw that there was something moving next to it.
A young man fought his way out from under the bushes. His messy hair was as golden as honey. In one hand he was holding a small bilberry bush, in the other an old, battered shovel. He set them aside, huffed, stretched and yawned. He started when he noticed her and nervously scratched the back of his head, but then he smiled. It made his eyes crinkle up in a friendly, almost catlike way.
"Good morning, new neighbour," he said and reached out his soil covered hand, "I'm Rolf Scamander. Pleased to meet you."
~ fin ~
Title: Close Shave
Fandom: Harry Potter
Character: Remus
Rating: G
Warnings: none
Word Count: 158
Summary: Remus observes a private ritual.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter is owned by J.K. Rowling and Warner Brothers. No copyright infringement intended.
A/N: What can I say? I suppose I have a thing for rituals. And possibly for razors. Written for this year's hp_uk_meetup goody bags. Recipient: lazy_neutrino.
Close Shave
The three tall mirrors in the teachers' bath were spelled to remain completely clear even when the rest of the room was filled with steam, as it was now.
Remus' hair was shaggy and scattered with grey. More grey-brown hair covered his chest, arms, legs. His beard looked as though he had last shaved five days ago, when in fact it had only been eight hours. Transforming back into human form never passed without leaving its traces.
With carefully cast spells Remus sharpened the straight razor. Bit by bit he covered his face with lathered soap. Then he applied the blade. He dragged it over his jaw, chin, cheeks, the soft bit above his lips, until his face was clean and white.
Then he progressed to his chest. Then to his arms, to his thighs, his legs. Lather, shave, clean. Over and over. Finally every last trace of the wolf was gone and a new month had begun.
~ fin ~
Title: Vegetarian Hot Dog
Fandom: Merlin RPS
Pairing: Bradley/Colin
Rating: PG
Warnings: RPS
Word Count: ~100
Summary: Bradley James knows how to adapt his seduction plans to unforeseen complications.
Disclaimer: The actions and events described in this story are purely fictional and not intended to cause offence.
A/N: A while ago cleo_jay, accioscar and I had a fit of giggles conversation about Bradley "having Colin's vegetarian hot dog". (Yes, we're that immature. Your point being?) Yesterday's free hot dog vgifts sparked my inspiration and I finally wrote this drabble. *g*
ETA: The lovely fire_juggler recorded a podfic version of this fic. You can download it here (podfic #18).
Vegetarian Hot Dog
"I hope you know that there's not a chance in hell I'll kiss you tonight if you eat this!" Colin eyed the hot dog in Bradley's hand suspiciously.
Bradley didn't like this development. He'd planned to very suggestively devour his snack and counted on Colin being overtaken by lust and having his wicked way with him. Colin's view on hotdogs meant Bradley'd have to improvise. Thankfully impro was something he was really good at. It took him only a second to come up with a perfect plan B.
He bit his lower lip and then said, "and what if I have your vegetarian hot dog instead?"
~ fin ~
Title: Honey Gold
Fandom: Harry Potter
Character: Luna
Rating: G
Warnings: none
Word Count: ~400
Summary: When Luna had been little her mum had told her that the first dream in a new home would always come true.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter is owned by J.K. Rowling and Warner Brothers. No copyright infringement intended.
A/N: I can't seem to write about Luna without including her dreams. ^_^
Written for this year's hp_uk_meetup goody bags. Recipient: utteramusement.
Honey Gold
Yellow morning sun flooded the kitchen. Luna stood gazing out the window at the two beehives in the garden and waited for her daisy blossom tea to steep.
This was the very first morning in her very first own house. The tiny cottage had a cosy upstairs bedroom, a bathroom just big enough for the tub, low ceilings, wood everywhere and a fireplace that appeared to be bigger than the living room itself. It was perfect.
When she had been little her mum had told her that the first dream in a new home would always come true. So yesterday evening Luna had prepared a fresh sheet of paper and her favourite quill and gone to sleep with pleasant anticipation.
In her dream she stood in the middle of the garden under a starry night sky. Without any warning the brightest star came loose and fell towards her. She caught it easily. It was not bigger than a coin, but heavy, and as golden as honey. As she held the star in the palm of her hand it grew bigger and bigger until it split into one big and two smaller golden drops. Every little beam of starlight they reflected filled Luna with sheer happiness.
This had to be a good omen, even if Luna had yet to figure out what exactly it could mean.
With her morning cup of tea in her hand she stepped out into the garden. The air was cool and the grass comfortably dewy under her bare feet. Luna walked over to the fence to have a look at her neighbour's garden. Over there the grass was waist high, the hedges untrimmed as if the plot was uninhabited. There was a glass house with wildly growing colourful plants inside. Luna looked closer and saw that there was something moving next to it.
A young man fought his way out from under the bushes. His messy hair was as golden as honey. In one hand he was holding a small bilberry bush, in the other an old, battered shovel. He set them aside, huffed, stretched and yawned. He started when he noticed her and nervously scratched the back of his head, but then he smiled. It made his eyes crinkle up in a friendly, almost catlike way.
"Good morning, new neighbour," he said and reached out his soil covered hand, "I'm Rolf Scamander. Pleased to meet you."
~ fin ~
Title: Close Shave
Fandom: Harry Potter
Character: Remus
Rating: G
Warnings: none
Word Count: 158
Summary: Remus observes a private ritual.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter is owned by J.K. Rowling and Warner Brothers. No copyright infringement intended.
A/N: What can I say? I suppose I have a thing for rituals. And possibly for razors. Written for this year's hp_uk_meetup goody bags. Recipient: lazy_neutrino.
Close Shave
The three tall mirrors in the teachers' bath were spelled to remain completely clear even when the rest of the room was filled with steam, as it was now.
Remus' hair was shaggy and scattered with grey. More grey-brown hair covered his chest, arms, legs. His beard looked as though he had last shaved five days ago, when in fact it had only been eight hours. Transforming back into human form never passed without leaving its traces.
With carefully cast spells Remus sharpened the straight razor. Bit by bit he covered his face with lathered soap. Then he applied the blade. He dragged it over his jaw, chin, cheeks, the soft bit above his lips, until his face was clean and white.
Then he progressed to his chest. Then to his arms, to his thighs, his legs. Lather, shave, clean. Over and over. Finally every last trace of the wolf was gone and a new month had begun.
~ fin ~
Title: Vegetarian Hot Dog
Fandom: Merlin RPS
Pairing: Bradley/Colin
Rating: PG
Warnings: RPS
Word Count: ~100
Summary: Bradley James knows how to adapt his seduction plans to unforeseen complications.
Disclaimer: The actions and events described in this story are purely fictional and not intended to cause offence.
A/N: A while ago cleo_jay, accioscar and I had a fit of giggles conversation about Bradley "having Colin's vegetarian hot dog". (Yes, we're that immature. Your point being?) Yesterday's free hot dog vgifts sparked my inspiration and I finally wrote this drabble. *g*
ETA: The lovely fire_juggler recorded a podfic version of this fic. You can download it here (podfic #18).
Vegetarian Hot Dog
"I hope you know that there's not a chance in hell I'll kiss you tonight if you eat this!" Colin eyed the hot dog in Bradley's hand suspiciously.
Bradley didn't like this development. He'd planned to very suggestively devour his snack and counted on Colin being overtaken by lust and having his wicked way with him. Colin's view on hotdogs meant Bradley'd have to improvise. Thankfully impro was something he was really good at. It took him only a second to come up with a perfect plan B.
He bit his lower lip and then said, "and what if I have your vegetarian hot dog instead?"
~ fin ~