the kaalee - wook drabbling pub...
So, wook77 & I wrote down a bunch of prompts and folded them up into a hat and drew one at a time to write. We both had to write each prompt. These were all written in my living room, in ~10 minutes, except for the third one, which I protested, and drew a bad, bad, bad sketch instead...
Enjoy! And feel free to point and laugh over any of them. ♥
Dean/Luna ~ checkers
pg - 200 words
"No, no, they go on the black."
"Why?"
Dean paused. He'd never thought about it, actually.
"They just do."
"Alright, then."
Dean smiled.
"So, who goes first?" she asked.
"Smoke before fire."
"What does that mean?"
"Black is smoke, so it goes before red -- fire."
"Smoke comes before fire?" Luna's eyes blinked wider, then she appeared deep in thought.
"I... er, I think so."
"How does that work, though? Doesn't the fire come first? You need the fire to burn, and when it reacts with the air -- that's where the smoke comes in."
Dean was amazed again at Luna's ability to think through something in such clever detail. He moved closer, just enough so that their knees aligned, sending crackles over the length of his skin.
"You think so?" he said quietly.
"I think there's one way to find out."
Dean was wary. "And that is...?"
"Well," she started, moving closer until their lips were a half breath apart. "We wait to see who kisses first. Then we'll know the answer."
Dean didn't know quite what Luna meant, but he sure liked her idea.
"Alright," he said. Then he kissed her.
He never did find out the answer.
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Oliver/Marcus ~ skipping stones
pg - 196 words
Marcus Flint skips every fourth stepping stone on the way to Greenhouse four. It's rather odd. Four? Lucky clovers are four, and four wheels to a Muggle auto, yeah, but it's a strange combination of numbers to walk to.
Oliver thinks about it as he follows far behind. His satchel is heavy with Quidditch play books and his broom repair kit (Fred's broom has been doing a slight kick to the left when he accelerates and Oliver wants to fix it before practice) and his feet move in time with whatever play he's envisioning at the moment.
Right now, he's remembering the roar of the Slytherin stands during the previous match when everyone had shouted Flint's first name into the air as he'd scored goal after goal on the unlucky Hufflepuff Keeper. Oliver's feet slap the stones in time with the shouts: one, two -- one, two -- one, two --
When his feet hit the stones again, he notices they are the only sound. He looks up and sees Flint looking at him with an odd half smile on an otherwise unreadable face.
"What?" Oliver snarls.
"Nothing," Flint says, his tone betraying nothing. "Nothing, Ol-i-ver."
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Neville/? ~ plant kink
I protested on this one. *nods* This is what came out:
ph34r my mad drawing skillz...
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Seamus/Dean ~ First Visit to the Three Broomsticks
pg13 - 271 words
They giggle as they walk in, loosening the neckties in their too-tight shirts and make their way to the table.
"Two butterbeers, then?" Seamus asks and Dean has to keep himself from nodding, instead forcing his expression into one of blank acquiescence.
"Sure, mate. Sounds good."
He reaches for his money bag, but Seamus waves his money away, insisting on getting the first round.
When Seamus comes back, they clink and both take a long draught, grinning at each other when they lower their bottles. The conversation moves from Quidditch to homework to the newest changing staircase on the seventh floor. Dean has to force himself to follow the conversation. Really, he's watching the colour of Seamus's lips. Oddly, it changes each time Seamus takes a drink. The bottle seems to draw colour as they're always pale immediately after, but the deep flush-pink returns slowly as Seamus keeps talking.
They move through three more topics before Seamus announces he has to go to the loo. Dean gets up eagerly, then stumbles blindly after him, pulling their bodies together inside one of the stalls and wrestling with their ill-fitting old uniforms.
Seamus grins lazily. "Need a bit of help, mate? It was your idea to come back here and try to remember our very first time."
Dean shuts him up with a well placed hand under Seamus's bollocks and sucks the skin of his neck deeply. Seamus gasps, then pulls Dean's lips against his and moans lightly.
Smiling, Dean kisses back and lets his mind fall into nothing. Butterbeer tastes good and all, yeah, but it really has nothing on Seamus Finnigan.
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~ link to part two: here
Enjoy! And feel free to point and laugh over any of them. ♥
Dean/Luna ~ checkers
pg - 200 words
"No, no, they go on the black."
"Why?"
Dean paused. He'd never thought about it, actually.
"They just do."
"Alright, then."
Dean smiled.
"So, who goes first?" she asked.
"Smoke before fire."
"What does that mean?"
"Black is smoke, so it goes before red -- fire."
"Smoke comes before fire?" Luna's eyes blinked wider, then she appeared deep in thought.
"I... er, I think so."
"How does that work, though? Doesn't the fire come first? You need the fire to burn, and when it reacts with the air -- that's where the smoke comes in."
Dean was amazed again at Luna's ability to think through something in such clever detail. He moved closer, just enough so that their knees aligned, sending crackles over the length of his skin.
"You think so?" he said quietly.
"I think there's one way to find out."
Dean was wary. "And that is...?"
"Well," she started, moving closer until their lips were a half breath apart. "We wait to see who kisses first. Then we'll know the answer."
Dean didn't know quite what Luna meant, but he sure liked her idea.
"Alright," he said. Then he kissed her.
He never did find out the answer.
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Oliver/Marcus ~ skipping stones
pg - 196 words
Marcus Flint skips every fourth stepping stone on the way to Greenhouse four. It's rather odd. Four? Lucky clovers are four, and four wheels to a Muggle auto, yeah, but it's a strange combination of numbers to walk to.
Oliver thinks about it as he follows far behind. His satchel is heavy with Quidditch play books and his broom repair kit (Fred's broom has been doing a slight kick to the left when he accelerates and Oliver wants to fix it before practice) and his feet move in time with whatever play he's envisioning at the moment.
Right now, he's remembering the roar of the Slytherin stands during the previous match when everyone had shouted Flint's first name into the air as he'd scored goal after goal on the unlucky Hufflepuff Keeper. Oliver's feet slap the stones in time with the shouts: one, two -- one, two -- one, two --
When his feet hit the stones again, he notices they are the only sound. He looks up and sees Flint looking at him with an odd half smile on an otherwise unreadable face.
"What?" Oliver snarls.
"Nothing," Flint says, his tone betraying nothing. "Nothing, Ol-i-ver."
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Neville/? ~ plant kink
I protested on this one. *nods* This is what came out:
ph34r my mad drawing skillz...
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Seamus/Dean ~ First Visit to the Three Broomsticks
pg13 - 271 words
They giggle as they walk in, loosening the neckties in their too-tight shirts and make their way to the table.
"Two butterbeers, then?" Seamus asks and Dean has to keep himself from nodding, instead forcing his expression into one of blank acquiescence.
"Sure, mate. Sounds good."
He reaches for his money bag, but Seamus waves his money away, insisting on getting the first round.
When Seamus comes back, they clink and both take a long draught, grinning at each other when they lower their bottles. The conversation moves from Quidditch to homework to the newest changing staircase on the seventh floor. Dean has to force himself to follow the conversation. Really, he's watching the colour of Seamus's lips. Oddly, it changes each time Seamus takes a drink. The bottle seems to draw colour as they're always pale immediately after, but the deep flush-pink returns slowly as Seamus keeps talking.
They move through three more topics before Seamus announces he has to go to the loo. Dean gets up eagerly, then stumbles blindly after him, pulling their bodies together inside one of the stalls and wrestling with their ill-fitting old uniforms.
Seamus grins lazily. "Need a bit of help, mate? It was your idea to come back here and try to remember our very first time."
Dean shuts him up with a well placed hand under Seamus's bollocks and sucks the skin of his neck deeply. Seamus gasps, then pulls Dean's lips against his and moans lightly.
Smiling, Dean kisses back and lets his mind fall into nothing. Butterbeer tastes good and all, yeah, but it really has nothing on Seamus Finnigan.
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~ link to part two: here