I'm in the mood for more mini-drabbles.
marguerite_26, this has ruined me! Reading yours just makes me wish everyone did this stuff all the time. xD
So yeah, anyone want mini drabbles? I'm thinking 50 75 words or less, ANY pairing or gen from the following series: HP, Star Trek TNG (please no Riker, god I hate him), Star Trek ToS/Reboot, HTTYD, Batman, Peter
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Scorpius
butter
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Scorpius blanched. "Sorry," he mumbled.
Harry shoved the stick of butter further into Scorpius' mouth until it frothed between his lips. "Sorry...what?"
Scorpius groaned, eyes rolling. "Sorry, sir."
"Don't chew." A bit of melted butter drizzled down Scorpius' chin. "You're spilling some."
Harry grinned and scooped the excess up to push it between Scorpius' lips, watching him squirm red-faced as he clamped his lips tighter around the large stick.
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So hot! I can think of somewhere else that Harry can shove that stick now that it's melting a little bit...
Oh, and Maggie's fic was lovely, but I just love what this prompt brings out in people!
Thanks, lovely!!!
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"Daddy," he says. Scorpius laps at his father's palm, licking all the little tastes off his fingertips.
"My son, my son," Draco whispers. It is a litany of sorrow.
The distance between them stretches like an empty shadow across the expanse of Scorpius' bedroom.
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broomstick
:)
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Draco sneers. He does not point out that he was Seeker for the Slytherin team while at Hogwarts. James doesn't care; it isn't about that, not really.
"What's the wager?" Draco asks.
"I win, I get to be on top." James is blushing despite his bravado. "You win, I'll...wear my sister's knickers."
As Draco climbs on his broomstick, he grins knowing either way he wins.
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can I play again?
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Teddy
arse-crack (totally one word, ok?)
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"Please," Teddy begs. Harry can smell the sweat at the small of his back. "Please, Harry."
Teddy is impatient. Harry shows him how to slow down. But the moment his tongue swipes up the crack of his arse, he is unwound.
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"We can't - anymore," Harry pants, unable to explain, unconscious to morality when Draco sinks to his knees. His head falls back with a thud against the wall. "Stop."
Draco doesn't. Harry doesn't really expect him to.
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