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Two-fic post! =D
Fic #7: Soft
Request: X/99, Seishirou/Subaru, prompt: soft hands
Requested by: bakayaromaniac
Length: 218
Rating: PG-13
Notes: I am so out of practice with these characters. Still. I’m pretty sure I said that last time I had to write an S/S fic. This one came out well, though! At least, I think it did.
“She had very soft hands, did she not?” Seishirou mused, watching the body slowly be absorbed into the Tree.
Subaru shifted behind him and asked, “Why did you bring me here to see this?”
“Oh, I suppose I don’t know, Subaru-kun,” the older man replied, his gaze inscrutable behind the mirrored shades. “I don’t know why I bother. Your reactions aren’t nearly as cute as they used to be.”
“If you call righteous indignation that you routinely get away with murder ‘cute’,” Subaru said.
Seishirou smirked and lit up a cigarette. “As you say, Subaru-kun.”
Subaru watched the Tree for a few more moments. “Why did you kill her?” he asked, and saw Seishirou’s politely incredulous look. “That’s not what I meant,” he said impatiently. “I know why you kill. But . . . why her? Her specifically? Was she just in the right place at the right time? Did you pick her because you thought you would get a better reaction out of me?”
“I don’t know if I could properly explain it,” Seishirou said.
“Try.”
“She had soft hands.”
Subaru studied him for a few moments. “You’re a very sick person,” he finally said.
Seishirou laughed. “Subaru-kun, I hope that you aren’t just figuring that out,” he replied, but Subaru had already turned and walked away.
Fic #8: Inadequacy
Request: Harry Potter, Snape and his Slytherins, prompt: conflict
Requested by:scarletamethyst
Length: 418
Rating: PG
Notes: Okay, so technically there was no prompt, so I just used the theme as a prompt. Also, ‘Snape and the Slytherins’ would be a great name for a band. Also, I don’t remember the last time I wrote about Snape. I should try it more often - this was fun. =D
It was no secret that Snape played favorites to the point of being ridiculous; everyone in Hogwarts had long ago accepted that and moved on with their lives. A Slytherin could make a potion that first-year wouldn’t dare touch, and Snape merely awarded them five points and went on his way, while a Gryffindor could make a potion that could actually be sold in Diagon Alley, and Snape would always find some reason why it was a failure.
That was simply the way of things.
For those people in the higher level potions classes, they found that Snape did occasionally, grudgingly, give credit to a particularly fine potion made by a student who was not in Slytherin. That is, if ‘credit’ could be described by a long look down his slanting nose and then a murmur of “adequate” before he went to the next desk.
So it was a matter of particular frustration to Snape when he had a student in Slytherin who was just too deficient for words. Slytherins were prided on cunning, but there were some students who could be cunning without being particularly learned or wise (Crabbe and Goyle leapt to mind), and they tended to fail abysmally in his classes.
Which was why the entire potions class was now waiting, breathless, hovering on the edge of their seats, staring at Snape with huge eyes and an expectant gaze.
Snape currently had jelly dripping off his face and a burning smell in his nose that went all the way down to his lungs. He had chosen an unfortunate moment to lean over Goyle’s cauldron and look inside. The mistakes Goyle had made were obvious even to a blind man: too much toad, poorly chopped sage, and a bare minimum of stirring maintenance.
After a silence that seemed to go on a very long time, Snape grit his teeth and said, “Five points from Slytherin for a lack of skill bordering on utter ineptitude, Goyle, not that I think you know what that means. Clean it out and start over.”
The students looked like they had all been kicked in the stomach.
Snape flashed a glare around the room and snapped, “Back to work before I make you all lick Goyle’s cauldron out,” and thirty sets of eyes immediately snapped back to their workstations.
Snape went to clean off his face and thought about finding some reason to make Potter or one of his little stooges lick it out anyway, just to make himself feel better.
Fic #7: Soft
Request: X/99, Seishirou/Subaru, prompt: soft hands
Requested by: bakayaromaniac
Length: 218
Rating: PG-13
Notes: I am so out of practice with these characters. Still. I’m pretty sure I said that last time I had to write an S/S fic. This one came out well, though! At least, I think it did.
“She had very soft hands, did she not?” Seishirou mused, watching the body slowly be absorbed into the Tree.
Subaru shifted behind him and asked, “Why did you bring me here to see this?”
“Oh, I suppose I don’t know, Subaru-kun,” the older man replied, his gaze inscrutable behind the mirrored shades. “I don’t know why I bother. Your reactions aren’t nearly as cute as they used to be.”
“If you call righteous indignation that you routinely get away with murder ‘cute’,” Subaru said.
Seishirou smirked and lit up a cigarette. “As you say, Subaru-kun.”
Subaru watched the Tree for a few more moments. “Why did you kill her?” he asked, and saw Seishirou’s politely incredulous look. “That’s not what I meant,” he said impatiently. “I know why you kill. But . . . why her? Her specifically? Was she just in the right place at the right time? Did you pick her because you thought you would get a better reaction out of me?”
“I don’t know if I could properly explain it,” Seishirou said.
“Try.”
“She had soft hands.”
Subaru studied him for a few moments. “You’re a very sick person,” he finally said.
Seishirou laughed. “Subaru-kun, I hope that you aren’t just figuring that out,” he replied, but Subaru had already turned and walked away.
Fic #8: Inadequacy
Request: Harry Potter, Snape and his Slytherins, prompt: conflict
Requested by:scarletamethyst
Length: 418
Rating: PG
Notes: Okay, so technically there was no prompt, so I just used the theme as a prompt. Also, ‘Snape and the Slytherins’ would be a great name for a band. Also, I don’t remember the last time I wrote about Snape. I should try it more often - this was fun. =D
It was no secret that Snape played favorites to the point of being ridiculous; everyone in Hogwarts had long ago accepted that and moved on with their lives. A Slytherin could make a potion that first-year wouldn’t dare touch, and Snape merely awarded them five points and went on his way, while a Gryffindor could make a potion that could actually be sold in Diagon Alley, and Snape would always find some reason why it was a failure.
That was simply the way of things.
For those people in the higher level potions classes, they found that Snape did occasionally, grudgingly, give credit to a particularly fine potion made by a student who was not in Slytherin. That is, if ‘credit’ could be described by a long look down his slanting nose and then a murmur of “adequate” before he went to the next desk.
So it was a matter of particular frustration to Snape when he had a student in Slytherin who was just too deficient for words. Slytherins were prided on cunning, but there were some students who could be cunning without being particularly learned or wise (Crabbe and Goyle leapt to mind), and they tended to fail abysmally in his classes.
Which was why the entire potions class was now waiting, breathless, hovering on the edge of their seats, staring at Snape with huge eyes and an expectant gaze.
Snape currently had jelly dripping off his face and a burning smell in his nose that went all the way down to his lungs. He had chosen an unfortunate moment to lean over Goyle’s cauldron and look inside. The mistakes Goyle had made were obvious even to a blind man: too much toad, poorly chopped sage, and a bare minimum of stirring maintenance.
After a silence that seemed to go on a very long time, Snape grit his teeth and said, “Five points from Slytherin for a lack of skill bordering on utter ineptitude, Goyle, not that I think you know what that means. Clean it out and start over.”
The students looked like they had all been kicked in the stomach.
Snape flashed a glare around the room and snapped, “Back to work before I make you all lick Goyle’s cauldron out,” and thirty sets of eyes immediately snapped back to their workstations.
Snape went to clean off his face and thought about finding some reason to make Potter or one of his little stooges lick it out anyway, just to make himself feel better.