Drabble/Ficlet spam
Ok, so I don't write a bunch, mostly because I'm not very good at it and the muses are fickle. Anyway, I was looking at my interest list and saw just how many pairings I have listed, and how few fandom's I've actually written in. SO! I'm going to correct this now, by writting at least a drabble for every fandom and pairing that I have listed in my interests. It goes without saying that since I so rarely write, that don't have a beta. They have all been spellchecked, though, for all the good that does sometimes. Here's the first three, all rather Angsty.
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Albus/Harry
The first time that Albus Dumbledore touched Harry in a less than platonic way was after the incident with the Philosopher’s Stone. Walking into that room with the rapidly decomposing body of Quirrell and seeing (his) boy (his poor boy) laying like a broken doll on the ground, looking so close to dead with the key to immortality held loosely in his grasp frightened him more than he would every admit. Albus had clutched (his) Harry to him tightly then, allowing the (useless bloody) stone that Harry had fought so hard for to fall to the ground like so much garbage. When he felt the faint puffs of air on his check, Albus nearly wept and knew then that he would give anything to keep (his) Harry breathing.
There are other times over the years, generally when (his) poor lad was unconscious after some scrape or another. He never let it go too far, a kiss there, a touch there, but Albus was constantly aware of how quickly his will power eroded while in the presence of the (beguiling, beautiful and his) child. By the end of (his) Harry’s sixth year, Albus knew that it wouldn’t be much longer before his lost his will to resist completely, and thus lost Harry forever. On the Tower, he begs Severus, the only one with even an inkling of his desires, to kill him before acts on his (evil) urges. His last thought is of Harry’s eyes, and how they really do match the (wonderful, thank Merlin it’s the end!) Killing curse.
When Harry tells Scrimgeour that’s he’s Dumbledore’s Man through and through, he means it. What he doesn’t say is that what he mourns most about Albus’ death is that he never got to tell the older man that he loved him, in a way that was not associated with family.
When he looks at Ginny, all he can think of is that Albus once had long red hair.
Angel/Xander
Angel will never tell Buffy, but he didn’t leave Sunnydale because of her. Well, not just because of her. He’ll never tell her what he really thinks of the beautiful boy that stands by her side and fights because it’s the right thing to do. He’ll never speak of the dreams he has of wrapping his arms around that (too thin, what happens to the food he always sees the boy consume?) body and drawing it closer, until there’s no separating Angel from his lover.
He’ll never speak to Giles about wanting to bend the boy over the table in the library and fucking him until the boy bleeds, before Angel kneels and licks the mixture of cum and blood that dribbles from the boys’ ass.
Xander will never tell anyone that a lot of the reason that he insults Angel is because it makes the vampire pay attention to him. When Angel leaves Sunnydale, Xander is torn between being happy that the reason for the weird feelings inside him is gone, and sadness that he’ll probably not see Angel again for a while, if ever again. He won’t even mention it in the vaguest of terms to Willow, fearing her reaction if she found out he was gay.
When Willow introduces them to Tara, her girlfriend, and everyone accepts it, a piece of him dies. One the main oppositions to him ever hitting on Angel is gone. Later, after news of Angel dating again reaches them in Sunnyhell, Xander realizes that any chance he might have had at winning Angel is gone.
That night, Anya wonders why the sex is so rough (not that she’s complaining) and for once has the tact not to mention the empty alcohol containers by the bed.
Aragorn/Frodo
They had kissed hesitantly in Bree, and their fumblings had been gentle, each scared of hurting the other. This had continued until Rivendell when Frodo had met this Lady that Strider had pledged himself to. Before he had been harboring hope that she wasn’t quite as beautiful, or as kind, or as perfect as Strider had made her out to be. After meeting her, he was convinced that the Man had actually been downplaying the Elven Lady’s numerous charms. When Strider (now Estel, as the elves called him) expressed interest in finding time for he and Frodo to be alone, the hobbit found himself turning the Man down.
After the Quest was taken up and the Fellowship formed, their dalliances started up again, rougher this time as they each knew what the other could handle, but never where anyone else would see or hear, but Frodo never again allowed himself to hope that he could win Aragorn’s heart.
“Can you protect me from yourself?” Words flung after Boromir’s succumbs to the power of the Ring. Aragorn looked at Frodo, and they both knew that they weren’t just talking about the Ring anymore, and that the answer was still the same. Frodo doesn’t look back.
To continue, follow the cuts.
Albus/Harry
The first time that Albus Dumbledore touched Harry in a less than platonic way was after the incident with the Philosopher’s Stone. Walking into that room with the rapidly decomposing body of Quirrell and seeing (his) boy (his poor boy) laying like a broken doll on the ground, looking so close to dead with the key to immortality held loosely in his grasp frightened him more than he would every admit. Albus had clutched (his) Harry to him tightly then, allowing the (useless bloody) stone that Harry had fought so hard for to fall to the ground like so much garbage. When he felt the faint puffs of air on his check, Albus nearly wept and knew then that he would give anything to keep (his) Harry breathing.
There are other times over the years, generally when (his) poor lad was unconscious after some scrape or another. He never let it go too far, a kiss there, a touch there, but Albus was constantly aware of how quickly his will power eroded while in the presence of the (beguiling, beautiful and his) child. By the end of (his) Harry’s sixth year, Albus knew that it wouldn’t be much longer before his lost his will to resist completely, and thus lost Harry forever. On the Tower, he begs Severus, the only one with even an inkling of his desires, to kill him before acts on his (evil) urges. His last thought is of Harry’s eyes, and how they really do match the (wonderful, thank Merlin it’s the end!) Killing curse.
When Harry tells Scrimgeour that’s he’s Dumbledore’s Man through and through, he means it. What he doesn’t say is that what he mourns most about Albus’ death is that he never got to tell the older man that he loved him, in a way that was not associated with family.
When he looks at Ginny, all he can think of is that Albus once had long red hair.
Angel/Xander
Angel will never tell Buffy, but he didn’t leave Sunnydale because of her. Well, not just because of her. He’ll never tell her what he really thinks of the beautiful boy that stands by her side and fights because it’s the right thing to do. He’ll never speak of the dreams he has of wrapping his arms around that (too thin, what happens to the food he always sees the boy consume?) body and drawing it closer, until there’s no separating Angel from his lover.
He’ll never speak to Giles about wanting to bend the boy over the table in the library and fucking him until the boy bleeds, before Angel kneels and licks the mixture of cum and blood that dribbles from the boys’ ass.
Xander will never tell anyone that a lot of the reason that he insults Angel is because it makes the vampire pay attention to him. When Angel leaves Sunnydale, Xander is torn between being happy that the reason for the weird feelings inside him is gone, and sadness that he’ll probably not see Angel again for a while, if ever again. He won’t even mention it in the vaguest of terms to Willow, fearing her reaction if she found out he was gay.
When Willow introduces them to Tara, her girlfriend, and everyone accepts it, a piece of him dies. One the main oppositions to him ever hitting on Angel is gone. Later, after news of Angel dating again reaches them in Sunnyhell, Xander realizes that any chance he might have had at winning Angel is gone.
That night, Anya wonders why the sex is so rough (not that she’s complaining) and for once has the tact not to mention the empty alcohol containers by the bed.
Aragorn/Frodo
They had kissed hesitantly in Bree, and their fumblings had been gentle, each scared of hurting the other. This had continued until Rivendell when Frodo had met this Lady that Strider had pledged himself to. Before he had been harboring hope that she wasn’t quite as beautiful, or as kind, or as perfect as Strider had made her out to be. After meeting her, he was convinced that the Man had actually been downplaying the Elven Lady’s numerous charms. When Strider (now Estel, as the elves called him) expressed interest in finding time for he and Frodo to be alone, the hobbit found himself turning the Man down.
After the Quest was taken up and the Fellowship formed, their dalliances started up again, rougher this time as they each knew what the other could handle, but never where anyone else would see or hear, but Frodo never again allowed himself to hope that he could win Aragorn’s heart.
“Can you protect me from yourself?” Words flung after Boromir’s succumbs to the power of the Ring. Aragorn looked at Frodo, and they both knew that they weren’t just talking about the Ring anymore, and that the answer was still the same. Frodo doesn’t look back.