Part 2 of the SBL sister comm drabble challenge post
Part 2 of the GreatestJournal Drabble Challenge Round 1!
By belmanoir
Title: Untitled.
Author: belmanoir
Pairing: Bob/Harry
Rating: G
Book/TV-Verse: TV
Rating: G.
Summary: Harry and Bob go camping
Author notes: This is an epilogue to my Smallville crossover, The Bisexual Wizard. You don't have to have read that to enjoy the drabble, which doesn't explicitly reference anything from the fic, but that's why Harry mentions Metropolis instead of Chicago.
Word count: 447
Warnings: Pure fluff.
Disclaimer: These characters don't belong to me, and I'm not making any money off this.
I woke up shivering with cold. Fucking sleeping bag. Why aren't the damned things designed for guys who are six foot three? I had a crick in my neck, and there was a rock digging into my hip. I reached up to rub my eyes. Ow! I exclaimed as my hands brushed my face. I'd forgotten about my sunburn, acquired on the long hike from the Jeep to the edge of the lake.
I hate camping.
The night outside the tiny tent was filled with unfamiliar sounds. I heard something howl---I couldn't tell how far off. The hairs on the back of my neck stood up in instinctive human fear, and I reached out and closed my hand around my staff, just for reassurance. I'd rather face a pack of werewolves in Metropolis than a feral dog out here. For one thing, my strength is fire, and doing fire magic while surrounded by trees---not really your smartest option. For another---well, Metropolis is my turf. This isn't. This is theirs. I tried to decide if I would recognize bear noises if I heard them.
I rolled over and realized three things: my legs ached, I still had that weird sticky feeling you get after you sweat a lot and don't shower, and I had a mosquito bite on my elbow. I'd tried hard all afternoon not to feel resentful, but it had been difficult when I'd been climbing a mountain carrying ten tons of crap---including a certain someone's skull, I might add---and Bob had just been floating along beside me with a big silly grin on his face.
I reached out and pulled the tent flap back, quietly. Bob was where he'd been the last four times I'd woken up---about twenty feet away, crouching by the lake, some half-finished equations glowing in the air before him. It was a misty night, and he glowed all over, weirdly golden in the moonlight. I could see his profile clearly, even through the halo; he looked calm and content, centered as I'd rarely seen him. As I watched he reached out a hand and trailed it in the water, sharper golden light springing up under his fingertips. He smiled and looked back up at the stars, desultorily adding a few lines to his equations. The wind changed, and I could hear him humming some centuries-old song to himself.
I grinned. I had known this would be worth it.
I let the tent flap fall closed. Pulling my sleeping bag up over my shoulders as high as it could go and hitting my hip on another rock as I did so, I went back to sleep.
By dream_mender
Title: Everything We Have
Author: dream_mender
Pairing: Bob/Harry
Rating: T+
Book/TV-Verse: TV
Warnings: young!Harry, and lust. Angst.
Summary: Day and Night are like land-- there are borders, and we draw the lines between them.
Notes: I blame pinkdoom for putting this thought in my head... ^.~
Word Count: 493
Day belongs to my uncle Justin-to his stuffy suits and formal meetings with wizards-with-impenetrable-accents who all insist on conversing with me in Latin, which I will never, ever speak, I don’t think, despite Bob’s near-angelic patience with me on the subject. Even Bob belongs to Justin during the day-he teaches me, and I’m his good… well, hapless might be more accurate, but I show up every day, and that has to count for something, right? Okay, I live here, but hey, I shower, and I dress, and I do my homework-we play nice, me and Bob, because the Eyes are always watching. I’m always ready to perform my tricks like a good circus dog, for both of our sakes.
But night-night belongs to me. And tonight-tonight belonged to us both-to the damned ghost and the orphaned wizard kid, who were both staring out the big bay window in the library at the moon, nearly full.
“It should be ready tonight, Harry,” Bob whispered in my ear, except it wasn’t really a whisper-not when that voice of his gets going. There is always some depth to it-some rumble. I nodded, imagining I could feel his breath against my ear, or the graze of his lips if maybe he got too close.
“You’re coming with me, right, Bob?” I pretended that was nervousness in my voice, and not the cracking heart-pounding lust that turned my insides to hot wax whenever we were alone like this. All the true things that I could remind myself of-that Bob was a ghost; that he was incredibly fucking dangerous; that he belonged to my uncle-none of that seemed to penetrate my brain. Maybe there wasn’t enough blood going to it. That would explain the inability to learn Latin. Or maybe, I just liked hearing Bob decline verbs over and over again.
He gave me a Look. “Harry, are you serious? Do you actually require assistance in picking rehmannia out of the garden, or do you just want a companion for a moonlight walk?”
I gave him what I hoped was a sweet, childlike grin. He was a sucker for that, but I had to be careful no to overuse it. “If I answer that, you’ll call me a girl.”
“You’re a complete girl, Harry Dresden.” But I could see the soft smile in his eyes. I wouldn’t dare ever point out in a million years that he was just as much of one for wanting to go outside with me, in the moonlight. I would take any amount of teasing, just to be near him, for as long as we had. And if I couldn’t do what I wanted, which involved fantasies of slamming him against Justin’s best furniture and making him lose his legendary eloquence in a stream of tangled keening…
Well. I would take his skull in hand, and we would go outside and walk in the moonlight.
It wasn’t enough. It was just everything we had.
By magelight
Title: untitled
Author: magelight
Pairing: Bob/Harry
Rating: Um...K, I think.
Book/TV-Verse: TV
Warnings: none
Summary: Harry was cold and he wanted to go home.
Disclaimer: Don't own 'em. I'm just borrowing them.
Author's notes: 1. Partially inspired by belmanoir's untitled epilogue for her story 'The Bisexual Wizard', also for the 'night' challenge. 2. For anyone not familiar with the term, an undine is a Water elemental, 'cause I'm not sure I was clear on that.
Word Count: 379
Harry stamped his feet on the cold ground and hunched his shoulders inside his jacket, wishing he’d thought to bring a warmer one. Lake Michigan was not at its warmest at ten to midnight at any time of year, let alone the middle of September. A strong breeze blew off the lake and Harry shivered. Bob, standing to the side and slightly in front of him, staring out over the lake, did no such thing, nor did the coat he was wearing shift in the breeze. He did, however, shimmer slightly, a faint wave of orange-gold light moving from front to back, with the force of the air particles moving through him.
‘C’mon, Bob.’
Harry knew he wasn’t far from whining but he didn’t care all that much. He was cold and he wanted to go home.
‘We sorted everything out. We don’t need to stand out here in the freezing cold. The water spirit thingies are fine.’
Their latest case had involved a whole bunch of really agitated undines, which weren’t too good for fishermen who wanted to stay on the inside of their boats. Turned out some two-bit amateur had decided to use a relatively people-free area of land near the lake for some dark rituals. He’d had a little power and less control, spilling bits of negative energy all over the place and upsetting the local water spirits. As he’d mentioned previously, this wasn’t good. But they’d sorted it and now he wanted to go home.
Bob’s voice came, quiet and slightly amused.
‘Just a little longer, Harry. Just to be sure.’
‘Bob. I’m sure, okay? Let’s go.’
Bob said nothing, continuing to stare out over the lake. Harry shut up for a minute and watched him. Bob wasn’t just staring at the lake. He seemed to be taking everything in; the moonlight, winking and sparkling on the dark water of the lake; the quiet rushing sound of leaves brushed by the wind. The stillness.
‘Bob?’ He didn’t sound whiny anymore. Just resigned.
‘Yes, Harry?’
‘We’re not here for the water spirits, are we?’
Bob turned slightly to look at him, a slight smile on his lips, fond amusement dancing in his eyes, colourless in the dark.
‘No, Harry.’
Harry sighed and settled in to wait.
By luvmeanddespair
Title: Company
Pairing: Bob/Harry
Rating: Pg. Pre-Slash.
Book/TV-Verse: TV
Warnings: Sappiness?
Summary: A young Harry doesn't want to be alone.
Author's Note(s): 500 words on the dot. I have a love-hate relationship with drabbles. They're fun but sometimes having to trim stuff is irritating XD.
Deep in the fortress-like walls of Morningway Estate, in a room only recently filled with life, sobbing echoed. Hrothbert, who had been up studying texts, had ignored it at first, as he had the first two weeks, but now it was unbearable. Each tiny cry was like a splinter in his ear, poking and twisting. And of course the blasted room was just out of his reach. He sighed, running a hand through his own calculations.
The bedroom’s door creaked and Hrothbert moved so that he could see what was going on. A head of mussed brown hair poked out of the door, glancing down the hallway. The door opened wider and a young Harry Dresden padded out, sniffling, one hand clenched around something he couldn’t see. Hrothbert hid, watching as the boy entered the impromptu classroom and went over to where Hrothbert’s skull sat. A shaky hand reached out, fingers skimming the bone’s surface tracing over sigils and runes, lips moving in silent repetition. He got to the word necromancy, Hrothbert saw, and froze. Then went over it again, and bit down on his lip, harshly.
Hrothbert had the sudden urge to make his presence known and lecture the boy before he dared ask anything of him. The idea died, though, when for no reason Hrothbert could see, Harry picked up his skull and wandered back towards his room. Curious and compelled by the bond, Hrothbert followed. He was further shocked when instead of being set down on the nightstand, Harry got into bed, arms curling around his skull.
“I know you’re there,” he said softly. “I can feel it.”
“That shouldn’t be possible,” Hrothbert murmured.
Lips quirked and brown eyes found his now visible form.
“I didn’t know, really,” he confessed. “I just hoped you were.”
“Do you require anything of me?” Hrothbert asked, poised to respond to a command.
Harry shook his head. “I don’t need anything… I just wanted somebody around. If I asked you to stay here with me, would you?” he added, biting his lip a little.
“Any command you make,” he began. “I will readily foll-”
“I don’t want you to say because you have to,” Harry interrupted softly. “I want you to stay because you want to…or don’t mind.”
“It’s not my place to…do as I please in this house,” Hrothbert began again.
“You can do whatever you want,” Harry interrupted again. “Lecture, sing…write out spells you’re working on,” he ended and Hrothbert’s eyes widened.
“I’ve seen you,” explained Harry. “When Justin’s not around and…you don’t know I’m around,” he added sheepishly. “You work on stuff. You can do it here-I won’t bother you. I’m just used to someone being nearby…”
The look on his face was of utter pleading and Hrothbert felt something twist in him. He wasn’t supposed to care; he was supposed to be an unfeeling tool. Say no, you imbecile.
“Be prepared to wake early-Justin will panic if my skull isn’t in its proper place.”
By la_contessa
Title: Chocolate
Author: la_contessa
Pairing/Characters: Corporeal!Bob/Harry, Felicity (as enabler)
Rating: Actual content? G. Implications? R.
Book or TV-verse: TV
Summary: Sometimes, you can have your cake and eat it, too. Even if you don't do the dishes nearly often enough.
Warnings: Utterly without redeeming characteristics. We nearly had to throw out a bunch of chocolate mini bundt cakes at work tonight, so I bought them all. No, I'm not going to eat eighteen chocolate mini bundt cakes. My uncle can take them to work and his warehouse guys will devour them.
Word Count: Exactly 100. All my nattering here is longer than the story.
"They were going to throw them out," Felicity explained for the fourth time. "I couldn't let them go to waste."
Bob looked down at the open boxes, then at Harry, and then back at the boxes. Eighteen chocolate mini bundt cakes lined up in neat rows looked back.
"What...Fel?" Harry shook his head, puzzled. "I don't even have a clean fork."
Felicity sighed. "Dresden, for a smart guy, you can be really dense."
"Harry," Bob explained patiently, "You won't be needing a fork."
Bob grinned.
Felicity snickered.
Harry blushed.
"I'll lock the door on my way out," Felicity purred.
By belmanoir
Title: Untitled.
Author: belmanoir
Pairing: Bob/Harry
Rating: G
Book/TV-Verse: TV
Rating: G.
Summary: Harry and Bob go camping
Author notes: This is an epilogue to my Smallville crossover, The Bisexual Wizard. You don't have to have read that to enjoy the drabble, which doesn't explicitly reference anything from the fic, but that's why Harry mentions Metropolis instead of Chicago.
Word count: 447
Warnings: Pure fluff.
Disclaimer: These characters don't belong to me, and I'm not making any money off this.
I woke up shivering with cold. Fucking sleeping bag. Why aren't the damned things designed for guys who are six foot three? I had a crick in my neck, and there was a rock digging into my hip. I reached up to rub my eyes. Ow! I exclaimed as my hands brushed my face. I'd forgotten about my sunburn, acquired on the long hike from the Jeep to the edge of the lake.
I hate camping.
The night outside the tiny tent was filled with unfamiliar sounds. I heard something howl---I couldn't tell how far off. The hairs on the back of my neck stood up in instinctive human fear, and I reached out and closed my hand around my staff, just for reassurance. I'd rather face a pack of werewolves in Metropolis than a feral dog out here. For one thing, my strength is fire, and doing fire magic while surrounded by trees---not really your smartest option. For another---well, Metropolis is my turf. This isn't. This is theirs. I tried to decide if I would recognize bear noises if I heard them.
I rolled over and realized three things: my legs ached, I still had that weird sticky feeling you get after you sweat a lot and don't shower, and I had a mosquito bite on my elbow. I'd tried hard all afternoon not to feel resentful, but it had been difficult when I'd been climbing a mountain carrying ten tons of crap---including a certain someone's skull, I might add---and Bob had just been floating along beside me with a big silly grin on his face.
I reached out and pulled the tent flap back, quietly. Bob was where he'd been the last four times I'd woken up---about twenty feet away, crouching by the lake, some half-finished equations glowing in the air before him. It was a misty night, and he glowed all over, weirdly golden in the moonlight. I could see his profile clearly, even through the halo; he looked calm and content, centered as I'd rarely seen him. As I watched he reached out a hand and trailed it in the water, sharper golden light springing up under his fingertips. He smiled and looked back up at the stars, desultorily adding a few lines to his equations. The wind changed, and I could hear him humming some centuries-old song to himself.
I grinned. I had known this would be worth it.
I let the tent flap fall closed. Pulling my sleeping bag up over my shoulders as high as it could go and hitting my hip on another rock as I did so, I went back to sleep.
By dream_mender
Title: Everything We Have
Author: dream_mender
Pairing: Bob/Harry
Rating: T+
Book/TV-Verse: TV
Warnings: young!Harry, and lust. Angst.
Summary: Day and Night are like land-- there are borders, and we draw the lines between them.
Notes: I blame pinkdoom for putting this thought in my head... ^.~
Word Count: 493
Day belongs to my uncle Justin-to his stuffy suits and formal meetings with wizards-with-impenetrable-accents who all insist on conversing with me in Latin, which I will never, ever speak, I don’t think, despite Bob’s near-angelic patience with me on the subject. Even Bob belongs to Justin during the day-he teaches me, and I’m his good… well, hapless might be more accurate, but I show up every day, and that has to count for something, right? Okay, I live here, but hey, I shower, and I dress, and I do my homework-we play nice, me and Bob, because the Eyes are always watching. I’m always ready to perform my tricks like a good circus dog, for both of our sakes.
But night-night belongs to me. And tonight-tonight belonged to us both-to the damned ghost and the orphaned wizard kid, who were both staring out the big bay window in the library at the moon, nearly full.
“It should be ready tonight, Harry,” Bob whispered in my ear, except it wasn’t really a whisper-not when that voice of his gets going. There is always some depth to it-some rumble. I nodded, imagining I could feel his breath against my ear, or the graze of his lips if maybe he got too close.
“You’re coming with me, right, Bob?” I pretended that was nervousness in my voice, and not the cracking heart-pounding lust that turned my insides to hot wax whenever we were alone like this. All the true things that I could remind myself of-that Bob was a ghost; that he was incredibly fucking dangerous; that he belonged to my uncle-none of that seemed to penetrate my brain. Maybe there wasn’t enough blood going to it. That would explain the inability to learn Latin. Or maybe, I just liked hearing Bob decline verbs over and over again.
He gave me a Look. “Harry, are you serious? Do you actually require assistance in picking rehmannia out of the garden, or do you just want a companion for a moonlight walk?”
I gave him what I hoped was a sweet, childlike grin. He was a sucker for that, but I had to be careful no to overuse it. “If I answer that, you’ll call me a girl.”
“You’re a complete girl, Harry Dresden.” But I could see the soft smile in his eyes. I wouldn’t dare ever point out in a million years that he was just as much of one for wanting to go outside with me, in the moonlight. I would take any amount of teasing, just to be near him, for as long as we had. And if I couldn’t do what I wanted, which involved fantasies of slamming him against Justin’s best furniture and making him lose his legendary eloquence in a stream of tangled keening…
Well. I would take his skull in hand, and we would go outside and walk in the moonlight.
It wasn’t enough. It was just everything we had.
By magelight
Title: untitled
Author: magelight
Pairing: Bob/Harry
Rating: Um...K, I think.
Book/TV-Verse: TV
Warnings: none
Summary: Harry was cold and he wanted to go home.
Disclaimer: Don't own 'em. I'm just borrowing them.
Author's notes: 1. Partially inspired by belmanoir's untitled epilogue for her story 'The Bisexual Wizard', also for the 'night' challenge. 2. For anyone not familiar with the term, an undine is a Water elemental, 'cause I'm not sure I was clear on that.
Word Count: 379
Harry stamped his feet on the cold ground and hunched his shoulders inside his jacket, wishing he’d thought to bring a warmer one. Lake Michigan was not at its warmest at ten to midnight at any time of year, let alone the middle of September. A strong breeze blew off the lake and Harry shivered. Bob, standing to the side and slightly in front of him, staring out over the lake, did no such thing, nor did the coat he was wearing shift in the breeze. He did, however, shimmer slightly, a faint wave of orange-gold light moving from front to back, with the force of the air particles moving through him.
‘C’mon, Bob.’
Harry knew he wasn’t far from whining but he didn’t care all that much. He was cold and he wanted to go home.
‘We sorted everything out. We don’t need to stand out here in the freezing cold. The water spirit thingies are fine.’
Their latest case had involved a whole bunch of really agitated undines, which weren’t too good for fishermen who wanted to stay on the inside of their boats. Turned out some two-bit amateur had decided to use a relatively people-free area of land near the lake for some dark rituals. He’d had a little power and less control, spilling bits of negative energy all over the place and upsetting the local water spirits. As he’d mentioned previously, this wasn’t good. But they’d sorted it and now he wanted to go home.
Bob’s voice came, quiet and slightly amused.
‘Just a little longer, Harry. Just to be sure.’
‘Bob. I’m sure, okay? Let’s go.’
Bob said nothing, continuing to stare out over the lake. Harry shut up for a minute and watched him. Bob wasn’t just staring at the lake. He seemed to be taking everything in; the moonlight, winking and sparkling on the dark water of the lake; the quiet rushing sound of leaves brushed by the wind. The stillness.
‘Bob?’ He didn’t sound whiny anymore. Just resigned.
‘Yes, Harry?’
‘We’re not here for the water spirits, are we?’
Bob turned slightly to look at him, a slight smile on his lips, fond amusement dancing in his eyes, colourless in the dark.
‘No, Harry.’
Harry sighed and settled in to wait.
By luvmeanddespair
Title: Company
Pairing: Bob/Harry
Rating: Pg. Pre-Slash.
Book/TV-Verse: TV
Warnings: Sappiness?
Summary: A young Harry doesn't want to be alone.
Author's Note(s): 500 words on the dot. I have a love-hate relationship with drabbles. They're fun but sometimes having to trim stuff is irritating XD.
Deep in the fortress-like walls of Morningway Estate, in a room only recently filled with life, sobbing echoed. Hrothbert, who had been up studying texts, had ignored it at first, as he had the first two weeks, but now it was unbearable. Each tiny cry was like a splinter in his ear, poking and twisting. And of course the blasted room was just out of his reach. He sighed, running a hand through his own calculations.
The bedroom’s door creaked and Hrothbert moved so that he could see what was going on. A head of mussed brown hair poked out of the door, glancing down the hallway. The door opened wider and a young Harry Dresden padded out, sniffling, one hand clenched around something he couldn’t see. Hrothbert hid, watching as the boy entered the impromptu classroom and went over to where Hrothbert’s skull sat. A shaky hand reached out, fingers skimming the bone’s surface tracing over sigils and runes, lips moving in silent repetition. He got to the word necromancy, Hrothbert saw, and froze. Then went over it again, and bit down on his lip, harshly.
Hrothbert had the sudden urge to make his presence known and lecture the boy before he dared ask anything of him. The idea died, though, when for no reason Hrothbert could see, Harry picked up his skull and wandered back towards his room. Curious and compelled by the bond, Hrothbert followed. He was further shocked when instead of being set down on the nightstand, Harry got into bed, arms curling around his skull.
“I know you’re there,” he said softly. “I can feel it.”
“That shouldn’t be possible,” Hrothbert murmured.
Lips quirked and brown eyes found his now visible form.
“I didn’t know, really,” he confessed. “I just hoped you were.”
“Do you require anything of me?” Hrothbert asked, poised to respond to a command.
Harry shook his head. “I don’t need anything… I just wanted somebody around. If I asked you to stay here with me, would you?” he added, biting his lip a little.
“Any command you make,” he began. “I will readily foll-”
“I don’t want you to say because you have to,” Harry interrupted softly. “I want you to stay because you want to…or don’t mind.”
“It’s not my place to…do as I please in this house,” Hrothbert began again.
“You can do whatever you want,” Harry interrupted again. “Lecture, sing…write out spells you’re working on,” he ended and Hrothbert’s eyes widened.
“I’ve seen you,” explained Harry. “When Justin’s not around and…you don’t know I’m around,” he added sheepishly. “You work on stuff. You can do it here-I won’t bother you. I’m just used to someone being nearby…”
The look on his face was of utter pleading and Hrothbert felt something twist in him. He wasn’t supposed to care; he was supposed to be an unfeeling tool. Say no, you imbecile.
“Be prepared to wake early-Justin will panic if my skull isn’t in its proper place.”
By la_contessa
Title: Chocolate
Author: la_contessa
Pairing/Characters: Corporeal!Bob/Harry, Felicity (as enabler)
Rating: Actual content? G. Implications? R.
Book or TV-verse: TV
Summary: Sometimes, you can have your cake and eat it, too. Even if you don't do the dishes nearly often enough.
Warnings: Utterly without redeeming characteristics. We nearly had to throw out a bunch of chocolate mini bundt cakes at work tonight, so I bought them all. No, I'm not going to eat eighteen chocolate mini bundt cakes. My uncle can take them to work and his warehouse guys will devour them.
Word Count: Exactly 100. All my nattering here is longer than the story.
"They were going to throw them out," Felicity explained for the fourth time. "I couldn't let them go to waste."
Bob looked down at the open boxes, then at Harry, and then back at the boxes. Eighteen chocolate mini bundt cakes lined up in neat rows looked back.
"What...Fel?" Harry shook his head, puzzled. "I don't even have a clean fork."
Felicity sighed. "Dresden, for a smart guy, you can be really dense."
"Harry," Bob explained patiently, "You won't be needing a fork."
Bob grinned.
Felicity snickered.
Harry blushed.
"I'll lock the door on my way out," Felicity purred.