don't say i didn't warn you... {superstitious, g, good omens}
... writing this was a total guilty pleasure. I won't go into details, because there's only so much one can say about 100 words of pure self-amusement, but... wow, this was fun to write!
Another one of my s-drabbles~ for the rest of them, hit up mine FF.net or check the fanfiction on this journal.
Anathema + Newt are quite possibly the most entertaining characters around. :D
As always, thanks for reading! Feedback's not a must, but wonderful. :] Posted to lower_tadfield as well as here.
Title: Superstitious
Author: m_erechyn
Rating: Anathema/Newt... being domestic?
Pairing: G (is for gen!)
Disclaimer: I'm like a tourist. I just write in their world. It's not mine!
Notes: Anything I put here would give it away, sooo... onto the cut!
Newt stared at the bedraggled lump in Anathema’s arms.
“What is it?” he asked.
“A cat,” Anathema replied matter-of-factly.
“A black cat,” Newt remarked.
“Entirely black,” Anathema added.
“And you’re a witch,” Newt continued.
“In a manner of speaking, yes.”
The cat yowled and leapt out of Anathema’s arms. Newt watched it cross their paths.
“I think we’re in for some bad luck,” he said conversationally.
There was another yowl, and then the sound of the bathroom mirror falling off the wall and breaking into a hundred pieces.
“Seven years of it,” Anathema agreed, and went to fetch a broom.
Another one of my s-drabbles~ for the rest of them, hit up mine FF.net or check the fanfiction on this journal.
Anathema + Newt are quite possibly the most entertaining characters around. :D
As always, thanks for reading! Feedback's not a must, but wonderful. :] Posted to lower_tadfield as well as here.
Title: Superstitious
Author: m_erechyn
Rating: Anathema/Newt... being domestic?
Pairing: G (is for gen!)
Disclaimer: I'm like a tourist. I just write in their world. It's not mine!
Notes: Anything I put here would give it away, sooo... onto the cut!
Newt stared at the bedraggled lump in Anathema’s arms.
“What is it?” he asked.
“A cat,” Anathema replied matter-of-factly.
“A black cat,” Newt remarked.
“Entirely black,” Anathema added.
“And you’re a witch,” Newt continued.
“In a manner of speaking, yes.”
The cat yowled and leapt out of Anathema’s arms. Newt watched it cross their paths.
“I think we’re in for some bad luck,” he said conversationally.
There was another yowl, and then the sound of the bathroom mirror falling off the wall and breaking into a hundred pieces.
“Seven years of it,” Anathema agreed, and went to fetch a broom.