Guess That Fic Meme!
Tonight's poetry post coming later. But in the meantime, to keep us entertained while IJ is down, I'll do that "guess that fic" meme I threatened you with yesterday! Here 'tis, as nabbed from letmypidgeonsgo:
I give you some of my favorite endings. You guess the fic. See how many you can get. I'll screen the comments to make the play fair. And no cheating (looking up fics, Google searches, etc.)! And if the story is yours, you better damn well recognize it;)
I'm doing five for HP and five for QaF. Happy guessing!
ETA: Answers are now below each excerpt!
HP FICS
#1:
“I want to try,” Harry said, cupping Draco's cheek. “I've been married and divorced, so I know what a bad relationship looks like.” He leaned forward enough to brush his lips against Draco's. “And you look quite good to me.”
Draco's lips smiled against his own. “Why don't we start this relationship with a lunch date? I'm starving.”
“Of course you are,” Harry sighed, releasing him. “Is it safe for you to go out in public?”
“You'd be surprised what a good glamour charm can do,” Draco replied with a wink. “But we'd best stick to Muggle areas. Don't drag me to Diagon Alley anytime soon.”
“Deal,” Harry grinned. “Not many good restaurants there, anyway.” Draco kissed him once more and took a step back so Harry could hop off the table. Harry took his hand and led him towards the door. “There's a little sushi place I've been dying to try, actually,” he said. “Not too far from here. We could walk.”
Draco squeezed his hand and smiled. “I love sushi.”
Harry smiled back and opened the door. “I know.”
Left My Heart by emmagrant01 (Harry/Draco, NC-17)
#2:
Sirius likes to lie naked in the warm grass of an afternoon, soaking up the sun and letting the soft breeze waft over his skin.
These days, he's not alone. When Remus is done gardening, he strips off his jeans and t-shirt to lie beside him.
Sometimes, they put up walls of privacy spells and shag in the grass, hot and hungry and joyful, but mostly they just lie there, spotting shapes in the clouds. Remus curls his fingers around Sirius's wrist and Sirius teaches Remus how to be a lazy sod.
Lovers Alone Wear Sunlight by musesfool (Remus/Sirius, PG-13, AU)
#3:
"I really like working with Hermione," Draco said. "I go in every day and we talk about arithmancy and maybe I have lunch with Pansy, or I-see you. And then I come home, and you make me dinner, and we fuck, and it’s all right."
"Yeah," Ron said. Draco was close enough to touch, and it was an effort not to take his hand.
"So I thought maybe we could do it a little longer." The groceries were spilling out of the bag on the counter, the jam Draco liked, the hot pepper sauce, because Draco liked his food spicy enough to burn the roof of Ron’s mouth. Draco was staring up at him, carefully non-committal. Ron cleared his throat.
"Just a little longer, then," he said, and touched the back of Draco’s hand, just where his robe ended.
"All right," Draco said.
A Soft Spot for Lost Causes by helenish (Ron/Draco, not rated) -- guessed by letmypidgeonsgo
#4:
"You okay?" Sirius asked when he was released.
Harry nodded shakily. "A bit overwhelmed," he said quietly, "but yes… I… it was wonderful. Thank you."
Sirius face lit up and Harry realized that he had been worried.
"Good," Sirius said simply, kissing his scar and leaning over to kiss Remus as well.
"Sleep," Remus said, his eyes sparkling in the dim light of the room. "We'll talk about everything later."
Sirius shifted closer, pulling them together and closing his eyes. Harry relaxed between them, his body sated but his mind running in circles. He listened to their breathing slow and even out as they both dropped off to sleep and, still in awe of the two men around him, Harry followed them down.
Abandon by anise_anise (Remus/Sirius/Harry, NC-17, rimming)
#5:
From Magnus Thistledown, Department of Magical Disasters, on the nineteenth of December, 2006: "Now, I fear, it is time for me to leave. I have been honoured to know you, Harry Potter, and I am glad that the task of watching over you was handed to me. However, I firmly believe that now you have found someone to 'get your back,' as the young people say, for the rest of your life. Mim, Kevin, Palatine, Polly, you were all a delight to work with. Or not work with, as the case may be. Especially you, Polly, my delightful young filly. But all things must come to an end, or at least the semblance of one. I fear my dear goat has been missing me terribly these past few years. Farewell. And, Harry? [pause] My brother would have been proud of you. He always was."
From George Weasley, proprietor of Weasley's Wizard Wheezes, on the twenty-fifth of December, 2006: "I love you."
May Contain Nuts by scoradh (Harry/George, NC-17) -- guessed by lionille
QAF FICS
#1:
“Gonna leave me for someone less broke? The days of being your sugar daddy may very well be over.”
Justin hit him really hard in the arm - ow - and shook his head. “I already tried leaving you for someone more broke, and see how that turned out. You’re stuck with me.”
“Haha,” Brian said flatly. “Funny.”
“Seriously,” said Justin. “I mean -“ He kissed Brian’s forehead, said softly, “We’re partners, right? This time around?”
Brian raised his head and met Justin’s lips. Justin kissed him back, and it was like - It was like...
Brian dropped his head back onto the pillow and stared up at Justin.
He knew what it was like. Partners.
Inside Spaces by sweetestdrain (Brian/Justin, NC-17, toppy!Justin)
#2:
"Justin--"
"Yeah?"
"I'm sorry if it was too much."
Justin forced himself to push up on an elbow, so that he could look Brian in the eye. "I'm just glad it was you. I love you. It was...fuck, I don't know how to describe it."
Brian smiled a little, but without much amusement. "I take it your size-queen issues have been settled."
Justin smiled, feeling his heart grow warm and joyous at Brian's obvious love for him--even if he'd never say it. "You like me tight for a reason, right?"
Brian slapped his ass gently. "Right, twat."
Incarnadine by rhiannonhero (Brian/Justin, NC-17, fisting, double penetration) -- guessed by gmta_nz, pendulumchanges, bookgirl24, and firehead30
#3:
I looked out the window in my bedroom and watched my dad walk Justin to the car door. He opened the door, but instead of getting in, Justin grabbed him, and they started necking there in the driveway.
Snickering, I opened the window. Dad must have heard, because he stopped what he was doing and looked toward the house. He caught my eye, and his brow lifted in challenge.
There was something comforting in being so predictable. I leaned out and yelled, as expected, "Dad! God!"
Dad and Justin both laughed, and then my father reacted in typical Brian Kinney fashion.
He flipped me off and went right back to kissing Justin.
Growing Up Kinney by myrna1_2_3 (Brian/Justin, not rated) -- guessed by gmta_nz, pendulumchanges, court1429, firehead30, and sonofabiscuit77
#4:
"Come on, it’s almost one." Justin jumped off the couch. "Let’s eat then go outside. It’ll be dark by four."
"What about page sixty-seven?" Brian picked the book up off the floor and opened it, hoping to dissuade Justin from getting dressed and going outdoors.
"Only if you promise to help with the snowman," Justin called over his shoulder on his way to the kitchen.
"Are you attempting to bribe me?" Brian yelled after him, but Justin was long gone.
Brian looked at the illustration one last time and slammed the book shut. It was really a no brainer. A couple of hours pretending to help with the ridiculous snowman, in exchange for the pleasure of putting Justin into his custom-made, leather sling and fucking the shit out of him, until he either passed out or begged for mercy, which ever came first.
He pulled on his pants, banked the fire, and headed into the kitchen to carbo load.
Catching Fire by flashfly (Brian/Justin, NC-17) -- guessed by bookgirl24 and court1429
#5:
I have to admit, it’s a big fucking ferris wheel. The round compartments seat four, but since there aren't too many people around, we get one to ourselves. As we arc up into the sky, Justin grips my thigh and I sling my arm over his shoulders. We go around a couple of times before stopping at the very top, where we swing lazily, back and forth.
Damn, we’re high. I look down and can’t help but inch a bit closer into the middle of the seat. After a few moments, Justin releases my leg and snakes his arm around my waist.
“Don’t worry, Brian, I’ve got you.” He smiles tremulously, and I know he’s fucking scared to death. I kiss him and rest our foreheads together, my fingers lightly massaging the back of his neck. When I finally pull back, the fear is gone from his eyes, and he grins as he exhales slowly.
With a clang of machinery, the ferris wheel jolts into motion, and we’re off again.
From a Safe Distance by bigboobedcanuck (Brian/Justin, NC-17) -- guessed by gmta_nz and court1429
I give you some of my favorite endings. You guess the fic. See how many you can get. I'll screen the comments to make the play fair. And no cheating (looking up fics, Google searches, etc.)! And if the story is yours, you better damn well recognize it;)
I'm doing five for HP and five for QaF. Happy guessing!
ETA: Answers are now below each excerpt!
HP FICS
#1:
“I want to try,” Harry said, cupping Draco's cheek. “I've been married and divorced, so I know what a bad relationship looks like.” He leaned forward enough to brush his lips against Draco's. “And you look quite good to me.”
Draco's lips smiled against his own. “Why don't we start this relationship with a lunch date? I'm starving.”
“Of course you are,” Harry sighed, releasing him. “Is it safe for you to go out in public?”
“You'd be surprised what a good glamour charm can do,” Draco replied with a wink. “But we'd best stick to Muggle areas. Don't drag me to Diagon Alley anytime soon.”
“Deal,” Harry grinned. “Not many good restaurants there, anyway.” Draco kissed him once more and took a step back so Harry could hop off the table. Harry took his hand and led him towards the door. “There's a little sushi place I've been dying to try, actually,” he said. “Not too far from here. We could walk.”
Draco squeezed his hand and smiled. “I love sushi.”
Harry smiled back and opened the door. “I know.”
Left My Heart by emmagrant01 (Harry/Draco, NC-17)
#2:
Sirius likes to lie naked in the warm grass of an afternoon, soaking up the sun and letting the soft breeze waft over his skin.
These days, he's not alone. When Remus is done gardening, he strips off his jeans and t-shirt to lie beside him.
Sometimes, they put up walls of privacy spells and shag in the grass, hot and hungry and joyful, but mostly they just lie there, spotting shapes in the clouds. Remus curls his fingers around Sirius's wrist and Sirius teaches Remus how to be a lazy sod.
Lovers Alone Wear Sunlight by musesfool (Remus/Sirius, PG-13, AU)
#3:
"I really like working with Hermione," Draco said. "I go in every day and we talk about arithmancy and maybe I have lunch with Pansy, or I-see you. And then I come home, and you make me dinner, and we fuck, and it’s all right."
"Yeah," Ron said. Draco was close enough to touch, and it was an effort not to take his hand.
"So I thought maybe we could do it a little longer." The groceries were spilling out of the bag on the counter, the jam Draco liked, the hot pepper sauce, because Draco liked his food spicy enough to burn the roof of Ron’s mouth. Draco was staring up at him, carefully non-committal. Ron cleared his throat.
"Just a little longer, then," he said, and touched the back of Draco’s hand, just where his robe ended.
"All right," Draco said.
A Soft Spot for Lost Causes by helenish (Ron/Draco, not rated) -- guessed by letmypidgeonsgo
#4:
"You okay?" Sirius asked when he was released.
Harry nodded shakily. "A bit overwhelmed," he said quietly, "but yes… I… it was wonderful. Thank you."
Sirius face lit up and Harry realized that he had been worried.
"Good," Sirius said simply, kissing his scar and leaning over to kiss Remus as well.
"Sleep," Remus said, his eyes sparkling in the dim light of the room. "We'll talk about everything later."
Sirius shifted closer, pulling them together and closing his eyes. Harry relaxed between them, his body sated but his mind running in circles. He listened to their breathing slow and even out as they both dropped off to sleep and, still in awe of the two men around him, Harry followed them down.
Abandon by anise_anise (Remus/Sirius/Harry, NC-17, rimming)
#5:
From Magnus Thistledown, Department of Magical Disasters, on the nineteenth of December, 2006: "Now, I fear, it is time for me to leave. I have been honoured to know you, Harry Potter, and I am glad that the task of watching over you was handed to me. However, I firmly believe that now you have found someone to 'get your back,' as the young people say, for the rest of your life. Mim, Kevin, Palatine, Polly, you were all a delight to work with. Or not work with, as the case may be. Especially you, Polly, my delightful young filly. But all things must come to an end, or at least the semblance of one. I fear my dear goat has been missing me terribly these past few years. Farewell. And, Harry? [pause] My brother would have been proud of you. He always was."
From George Weasley, proprietor of Weasley's Wizard Wheezes, on the twenty-fifth of December, 2006: "I love you."
May Contain Nuts by scoradh (Harry/George, NC-17) -- guessed by lionille
QAF FICS
#1:
“Gonna leave me for someone less broke? The days of being your sugar daddy may very well be over.”
Justin hit him really hard in the arm - ow - and shook his head. “I already tried leaving you for someone more broke, and see how that turned out. You’re stuck with me.”
“Haha,” Brian said flatly. “Funny.”
“Seriously,” said Justin. “I mean -“ He kissed Brian’s forehead, said softly, “We’re partners, right? This time around?”
Brian raised his head and met Justin’s lips. Justin kissed him back, and it was like - It was like...
Brian dropped his head back onto the pillow and stared up at Justin.
He knew what it was like. Partners.
Inside Spaces by sweetestdrain (Brian/Justin, NC-17, toppy!Justin)
#2:
"Justin--"
"Yeah?"
"I'm sorry if it was too much."
Justin forced himself to push up on an elbow, so that he could look Brian in the eye. "I'm just glad it was you. I love you. It was...fuck, I don't know how to describe it."
Brian smiled a little, but without much amusement. "I take it your size-queen issues have been settled."
Justin smiled, feeling his heart grow warm and joyous at Brian's obvious love for him--even if he'd never say it. "You like me tight for a reason, right?"
Brian slapped his ass gently. "Right, twat."
Incarnadine by rhiannonhero (Brian/Justin, NC-17, fisting, double penetration) -- guessed by gmta_nz, pendulumchanges, bookgirl24, and firehead30
#3:
I looked out the window in my bedroom and watched my dad walk Justin to the car door. He opened the door, but instead of getting in, Justin grabbed him, and they started necking there in the driveway.
Snickering, I opened the window. Dad must have heard, because he stopped what he was doing and looked toward the house. He caught my eye, and his brow lifted in challenge.
There was something comforting in being so predictable. I leaned out and yelled, as expected, "Dad! God!"
Dad and Justin both laughed, and then my father reacted in typical Brian Kinney fashion.
He flipped me off and went right back to kissing Justin.
Growing Up Kinney by myrna1_2_3 (Brian/Justin, not rated) -- guessed by gmta_nz, pendulumchanges, court1429, firehead30, and sonofabiscuit77
#4:
"Come on, it’s almost one." Justin jumped off the couch. "Let’s eat then go outside. It’ll be dark by four."
"What about page sixty-seven?" Brian picked the book up off the floor and opened it, hoping to dissuade Justin from getting dressed and going outdoors.
"Only if you promise to help with the snowman," Justin called over his shoulder on his way to the kitchen.
"Are you attempting to bribe me?" Brian yelled after him, but Justin was long gone.
Brian looked at the illustration one last time and slammed the book shut. It was really a no brainer. A couple of hours pretending to help with the ridiculous snowman, in exchange for the pleasure of putting Justin into his custom-made, leather sling and fucking the shit out of him, until he either passed out or begged for mercy, which ever came first.
He pulled on his pants, banked the fire, and headed into the kitchen to carbo load.
Catching Fire by flashfly (Brian/Justin, NC-17) -- guessed by bookgirl24 and court1429
#5:
I have to admit, it’s a big fucking ferris wheel. The round compartments seat four, but since there aren't too many people around, we get one to ourselves. As we arc up into the sky, Justin grips my thigh and I sling my arm over his shoulders. We go around a couple of times before stopping at the very top, where we swing lazily, back and forth.
Damn, we’re high. I look down and can’t help but inch a bit closer into the middle of the seat. After a few moments, Justin releases my leg and snakes his arm around my waist.
“Don’t worry, Brian, I’ve got you.” He smiles tremulously, and I know he’s fucking scared to death. I kiss him and rest our foreheads together, my fingers lightly massaging the back of his neck. When I finally pull back, the fear is gone from his eyes, and he grins as he exhales slowly.
With a clang of machinery, the ferris wheel jolts into motion, and we’re off again.
From a Safe Distance by bigboobedcanuck (Brian/Justin, NC-17) -- guessed by gmta_nz and court1429