Drabble-a-thon stuff
I’ve been playing at the drabble-a-thon over at karmic_sunshine. Some gorgeous things have been written for my requests - guardians_song wrote me funny all-dialogue James/Sirius, which ends with a darkly comic character moment. And she wrote me Crouch!Moody/Draco about-to-be-non-con, which is just delicious. A Question of Time by ms_antrophy is kinky fun with dark!Draco/Neville.
Some quick reccing of my favourite other drabbles over there:
Doing Him In by pretty_panther -- Harry/Pansy with stockings and a lovely rhythm to the writing.
Practice Makes Perfect by grander_fanfics -- Draco/Ginny, but I can go with the pairing for 200 words. Specially when it has SurpriseDomme!Ginny.
Howl by l3petitmort -- Sirius/Remus, with a fantastic extended metaphor involving the motorbike.
Acoustics by l3petitmort -- Fred/George from Molly’s perspective. This is a fabulous encapsulation of messed-up family dynamics.
Here are the four I’ve written:
ravenclawbest requested Kingsley/Narcissa, a bit of power. Rated NC-17:
Narcissa hates the Aurors. The thought of them makes her mouth taste metallic, like she's dreaming of biting down; her stomach twists and her chest aches with the bitter heat of it.
She follows Kingsley through the manor as he searches each room for ways to keep Lucius in prison. His eyes rove over love letters, and Narcissa feels abraded. She wants to hex and curse and kick him.
She wants Lucius back.
She cannot have any of these things. But she can take back some control from the rapacious hands of the Aurors.
The next time Kingsley visits, she leans languidly in doorways, throws her head back as she laughs, trails her fingertips over his sleeve. He’d have to be stupid not to be suspicious, but suspicion can’t overwhelm the way she plays her fingernails along the bust of her robes.
He fucks her on Lucius’ desk, his hard cock thumping inside her, his kisses insistent. It’s been months, and Kingsley nibbles her earlobe just right.
Her letter to him isn’t blackmail after all, but an invitation to return.
It isn’t infidelity; Narcissa can play a long game.
serilla requested Rabastan/Draco, waiting. The wordcount was a BITCH on this one. Includes non-con and is rated NC-17:
Rabastan looked at Draco in ways that made him flush with shame, made crude comments about his mouth, touched him in fleeting, subtle ways - a hand stroking over his shoulder, a brief pinch of his arse - that sent Draco fleeing.
But it took months before he grabbed him. He dragged Draco backwards through the Manor’s corridors while Draco whimpered and wriggled and gave thin, whining screams. But he didn’t have his wand and Rabastan barely seemed to notice his struggles.
Draco was swung round by Rabastan’s grip on his nape and pushed into the parlour.
Rabastan let go and sat back on the sofa, his arms spread. He smiled. His filthy eyes were devouring Draco; Draco wanted to hide. He couldn’t move.
“Now, why don’t you show me what you’ve got under your robes?”
“I - I - ”
“Or we could have another kind of fun...” An index finger stroking along his wand was all it took.
Draco struggled out of his clothes. He couldn’t stop himself from cupping his hands over his groin, to hide himself.
“Touching yourself already? Charming. Come here.”
Draco straddled Rabastan’s lap, choking back a sob, and waited.
jaydestarlight requested Cho/Marietta, focus. Rated PG:
Cho very carefully didn’t look at the spots, still as scarlet and painful-looking as they’d been three months ago. She focussed on Marietta’s cornflower-blue eyes - eyes that were currently filled with tears.
Marietta had been there for her all last year while Cho cried and mourned and tried to find someone who’d understand. She’d come to DA meetings for Cho.
Next time those horrible boys said something, Cho was going to use a DA-taught curse to make them regret it.
Marietta’s slim body heaved in her arms as she cried. Cho stroked her hair.
Marietta drew back, her face inches from Cho’s, and gave a watery smile. “Thanks, Cho.” Then she kissed her.
Her lips tasted like salt, but her mouth was sweet. Cho’s eyes slipped shut, as she pressed a little closer -
She drew back with a shocked noise. “Oh God. I.” Marietta was wide-eyed and silent. “Don’t tell anyone.”
“I won’t!” Indignation, and Cho tried to salvage the moment they’d shared.
“Oh - I didn’t- I trust you.” This time she was the one to lean forward. Sweet silence filled her mind and thrilled her body as their lips met.
When Marietta pulled back, Sneak was gone.
phoenix_core requested Draco/Luna, because blondes have more fun. Here be G-rated fluff:
Draco stood against one wall, watching witches and wizards whirl joyously across the dancefloor. The wood was polished to a mellow shine, reflecting the bright colours of the swirling robes and the candlelight back into the bright faces.
Pain soured his stomach. No one had spoken to him all night. But he wasn’t going to back down and leave.
Then she approached, walking through the dead zone around him like she was tripping on air, beaming. “Draco.”
“Luna.”
“Would you like to dance with me?”
Caught off-guard, he swallowed, but couldn’t bear to refuse her.
For the first dance Draco could barely make himself move; he was too used to being stiff and still, so no one would notice him. But she grabbed his hands and spun with him, and he heard himself laughing.
They danced all night, until Draco’s face ached from smiling.
Draco had heard that love was like spinning until you were dizzy. He hadn’t known the important part was having someone to spin with you: so that the world devolved into a blur, just a background for her glowing face.
Some quick reccing of my favourite other drabbles over there:
Doing Him In by pretty_panther -- Harry/Pansy with stockings and a lovely rhythm to the writing.
Practice Makes Perfect by grander_fanfics -- Draco/Ginny, but I can go with the pairing for 200 words. Specially when it has SurpriseDomme!Ginny.
Howl by l3petitmort -- Sirius/Remus, with a fantastic extended metaphor involving the motorbike.
Acoustics by l3petitmort -- Fred/George from Molly’s perspective. This is a fabulous encapsulation of messed-up family dynamics.
Here are the four I’ve written:
ravenclawbest requested Kingsley/Narcissa, a bit of power. Rated NC-17:
Narcissa hates the Aurors. The thought of them makes her mouth taste metallic, like she's dreaming of biting down; her stomach twists and her chest aches with the bitter heat of it.
She follows Kingsley through the manor as he searches each room for ways to keep Lucius in prison. His eyes rove over love letters, and Narcissa feels abraded. She wants to hex and curse and kick him.
She wants Lucius back.
She cannot have any of these things. But she can take back some control from the rapacious hands of the Aurors.
The next time Kingsley visits, she leans languidly in doorways, throws her head back as she laughs, trails her fingertips over his sleeve. He’d have to be stupid not to be suspicious, but suspicion can’t overwhelm the way she plays her fingernails along the bust of her robes.
He fucks her on Lucius’ desk, his hard cock thumping inside her, his kisses insistent. It’s been months, and Kingsley nibbles her earlobe just right.
Her letter to him isn’t blackmail after all, but an invitation to return.
It isn’t infidelity; Narcissa can play a long game.
serilla requested Rabastan/Draco, waiting. The wordcount was a BITCH on this one. Includes non-con and is rated NC-17:
Rabastan looked at Draco in ways that made him flush with shame, made crude comments about his mouth, touched him in fleeting, subtle ways - a hand stroking over his shoulder, a brief pinch of his arse - that sent Draco fleeing.
But it took months before he grabbed him. He dragged Draco backwards through the Manor’s corridors while Draco whimpered and wriggled and gave thin, whining screams. But he didn’t have his wand and Rabastan barely seemed to notice his struggles.
Draco was swung round by Rabastan’s grip on his nape and pushed into the parlour.
Rabastan let go and sat back on the sofa, his arms spread. He smiled. His filthy eyes were devouring Draco; Draco wanted to hide. He couldn’t move.
“Now, why don’t you show me what you’ve got under your robes?”
“I - I - ”
“Or we could have another kind of fun...” An index finger stroking along his wand was all it took.
Draco struggled out of his clothes. He couldn’t stop himself from cupping his hands over his groin, to hide himself.
“Touching yourself already? Charming. Come here.”
Draco straddled Rabastan’s lap, choking back a sob, and waited.
jaydestarlight requested Cho/Marietta, focus. Rated PG:
Cho very carefully didn’t look at the spots, still as scarlet and painful-looking as they’d been three months ago. She focussed on Marietta’s cornflower-blue eyes - eyes that were currently filled with tears.
Marietta had been there for her all last year while Cho cried and mourned and tried to find someone who’d understand. She’d come to DA meetings for Cho.
Next time those horrible boys said something, Cho was going to use a DA-taught curse to make them regret it.
Marietta’s slim body heaved in her arms as she cried. Cho stroked her hair.
Marietta drew back, her face inches from Cho’s, and gave a watery smile. “Thanks, Cho.” Then she kissed her.
Her lips tasted like salt, but her mouth was sweet. Cho’s eyes slipped shut, as she pressed a little closer -
She drew back with a shocked noise. “Oh God. I.” Marietta was wide-eyed and silent. “Don’t tell anyone.”
“I won’t!” Indignation, and Cho tried to salvage the moment they’d shared.
“Oh - I didn’t- I trust you.” This time she was the one to lean forward. Sweet silence filled her mind and thrilled her body as their lips met.
When Marietta pulled back, Sneak was gone.
phoenix_core requested Draco/Luna, because blondes have more fun. Here be G-rated fluff:
Draco stood against one wall, watching witches and wizards whirl joyously across the dancefloor. The wood was polished to a mellow shine, reflecting the bright colours of the swirling robes and the candlelight back into the bright faces.
Pain soured his stomach. No one had spoken to him all night. But he wasn’t going to back down and leave.
Then she approached, walking through the dead zone around him like she was tripping on air, beaming. “Draco.”
“Luna.”
“Would you like to dance with me?”
Caught off-guard, he swallowed, but couldn’t bear to refuse her.
For the first dance Draco could barely make himself move; he was too used to being stiff and still, so no one would notice him. But she grabbed his hands and spun with him, and he heard himself laughing.
They danced all night, until Draco’s face ached from smiling.
Draco had heard that love was like spinning until you were dizzy. He hadn’t known the important part was having someone to spin with you: so that the world devolved into a blur, just a background for her glowing face.