Snarky Drabbles?

Jun 23, 2010 12:00

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 ( Read more... )

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piratesmile331 June 23 2010, 19:14:08 UTC
Harry
Scorpius
butter

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Harry/Scorpius, 69 words, R snarkyscorp June 23 2010, 20:00:17 UTC
[ haha you didn't get enough of Maggie's beautiful drabble on this subject?? Also I failed at the word count, but when I noticed it was "69" words, I couldn't resist.]

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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Re: Harry/Scorpius, 69 words, R piratesmile331 June 23 2010, 20:15:12 UTC
*MELTS* like butter
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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Re: Harry/Scorpius, 69 words, R snarkyscorp June 23 2010, 20:47:06 UTC
I think there's a sequel to this already being written in my head, in which Harry makes Scorpius spit the butter out and lick it up. >.> My mind is in a very D/s place today...

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icanhaspancake June 23 2010, 19:28:24 UTC
Scorpius/Draco distance

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Draco/Scorpius, 75 words, R snarkyscorp June 23 2010, 20:08:08 UTC
Draco is waiting for him, tall and foreboding. He holds out one slender-boned hand; Scorpius knows it is not to help him up. Scorpius crawls forward, his prick wagging half-hard between his legs.

"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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Re: Draco/Scorpius, 75 words, R icanhaspancake June 23 2010, 20:42:05 UTC
Guhhh. Your Draco/Scorpius always breaks my heart in the very best of ways. ♥

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okydoky June 23 2010, 19:32:24 UTC
Draco/James II
broomstick

:)

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Draco/James, 74 words, PG-13 snarkyscorp June 23 2010, 20:20:59 UTC
"Bet you can't ride faster than me," James dares.

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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Re: Draco/James, 74 words, PG-13 okydoky June 23 2010, 20:26:12 UTC
:D :D :D Love it!

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marguerite_26 June 23 2010, 19:43:54 UTC
♥ !!!! tiny ficlets to take over the world with!

can I play again?

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snarkyscorp June 23 2010, 19:49:40 UTC
of course!!! Hit me, bb <3

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marguerite_26 June 23 2010, 19:52:29 UTC
Harry
Teddy
arse-crack (totally one word, ok?)

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Harry/Teddy, 75 words, R snarkyscorp June 23 2010, 20:44:43 UTC
There's a place on Teddy's body that drives him wild; Harry likes to tease, slowly circles the area with both hands, pulls the skin around it, licks a trail just shy of the mark.

"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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H/D, 70 words, R snarkyscorp June 24 2010, 16:38:40 UTC
They meet on Tuesdays, in secluded corners of the Ministry, cloaked by secrecy and deceit. Draco's touch is fire, incinerating a path up Harry's stomach, then down down down to claim his desire.

"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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