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cosmic_llin) wrote2006-05-27 11:58 am
cosmic_llin) wrote2006-05-27 11:58 am
Drabbles Aplenty!
OK, the drabbles took me a few days because of revision and what-not, but here they finally are. Enjoy!
Ooh, and I only wrote ten, so technically I still have five to go, if anyone wants to request one!
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deccaboo, who asked for Olympe Maxime, in the library, with a hat.
You know I can't write her accent, you meanie! So I didn't, hah. :P
She was quite possibly the tallest person who had visited the library during Madam Pince’s reign, even without the extra half a foot she’d added with her ostentatious hat – all silk and lace and feathers and bits of fruit.
She was looking for a book on exotic creatures, she explained. Madam Pince, always happy to help someone on a genuine quest for knowledge, found her dozens of books on acromantulas, pogrebins, lethifolds...
They were all dismissed as too obvious. She wanted to get Hagrid a gift, she said. Something that would excite him. A creature he had never heard of.
Forihearttoronto, who wanted something with Karkaroff.
His parents had wanted him to learn something. And so they’d sent him to Britain, to learn the ways of the wizards there.
And this was how he’d repaid them. By joining the Death Eaters. They would be horrified when they found out.
Oh, it wasn’t that they minded dark wizards – but Death Eaters were so unsubtle. Following Voldemort like sheep. No taste, no class.
They told Igor this in a letter as soon as they were able. Told him that, if it should come to it, he should have no qualms about denouncing or informing on his new friends.
Forcallmeserenity, who wanted something about Kaylee and Simon.
Sorry, it ended up being quite a lot about River too!
‘Kaylee an’ Simon, sittin’ in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G,’ sang River, with a smirk.
The pair concerned, lying entwined on the sofa, looked up and mock-frowned at her.
‘Don’t you have anything better to do?’ Simon asked.
‘Cap’n done taught me everythin’ ‘bout how the ship flies; ain’t nothin’ else for me to learn.’
‘And stop talking like that. I think I liked you better when you were crazy. Go bug Inara.’
‘You did not!’ She made a face at her brother and flounced away.
Simon shrugged, Kaylee grinned, and they resumed their kissing. This was the life they had wanted.
Forsmirnoff_ryuu, who wanted a MASH drabble.
You didn't specify, so you're getting mild slash.
Hawkeye and Trapper got closer, the longer they stayed there. It was hard not to, really. The first week or so, it was all: ‘Do you mind if I borrow your shaving cream?’
But that didn’t last; soon they borrowed anything and everything without bothering to ask first. A comb, a book, a vest, aftershave, a letter from a pretty girl.
It was normal that they should share everything this way. It was normal that they should share a bed, too, squeezing close so as not to fall off the narrow cot.
It conserved body heat. Yes, that was it.
Fordk2022, who wanted Mulder and Scully kissing, or something romantic.
It turned out not so much romantic as... well... you'll see...
It happened every now and then. Motel owners would assume they were a couple, put them in the same room.
They had stopped worrying about it now. They knew how it went. Mulder would offer to sleep in the car, on the chair, in the bath. Scully would tell him not to be so silly – it was a double bed after all, and they were adults.
What followed was always sensual and sweet and exciting and electrifying, and over too soon. Sometimes, in the heat of the moment, they used the word ‘love’.
They never mentioned it in the morning.
Forshorty_90, who wanted something with a Hogwarts student and teacher, and a quill.
‘Books away, please, we’re not doing theory today,’ said the new teacher, with a wide smile. ‘I want each of you to turn your quill into whatever you like.’
Instantly she was taken with him. She watched him progress around the class, helping, correcting, suggesting.
She turned her quill into a butterfly and watched it fly around the classroom.
‘Who made that?’ he asked, charmed.
She raised her hand.
‘Oh, well done, Miss…’
‘McGonagall,’ she supplied.
‘Well done, Miss McGonagall! I can see you’ll go far,’ he said, with a twinkle in his eye. She blushed, hoping he was right.
Forelektrik_storm, who wanted something with Hermione.
Extra Potions tutoring. That was what she said it was, if she said anything at all. To Harry and Ron, of course, she said nothing. They would never understand.
And it was extra Potions tutoring. Every Wednesday afternoon, she gathered up her books and notes and went to the classroom, and she learned new potions – sometimes ones that were dangerous to attempt, or even illegal.
But of course, nobody needed to know what she was doing in payment for this extra, secret knowledge. Nobody needed to know about the outfits, and the restraints. That was between her and the Professor.
For3_fries_short, who wanted something about SG1.
There wasn't room to actually write Jack in, but he's there, honest. He's just sitting quietly enjoying it.
‘I do not understand,’ said Teal’c. ‘Surely they have not had time to learn the movements so accurately?’
‘Yes, ridiculous,’ Daniel agreed. ‘I mean, I’d agree that something like this might happen spontaneously, but I don’t think that it’d be so synchronised.’
‘Perhaps they are operating under the influence of telepathic control,’ Teal’c suggested.
‘That would explain how they’re able to dance so perfectly, and how they know all the words,’ Daniel said.
‘Look,’ sighed Sam, exasperated, ‘if you guys are going to be so sarcastic about Grease, why did you let me pick the movie in the first place?’
Forcadiliniel, who wanted Mulder and Scully and some well-placed wounds *g*.
It was a zombie.
Ridiculous, she’d said, when they took the case. No such thing.
But something had raked this jagged line across her torso, letting blood pump out, warm, sticky, staining the blue silk of her ballgown in a blossom.
Mulder cradled her, one hand supporting her, the other pressing on her wound to stem the flow. She looked at him. She mouthed his name. Blood bubbled between her lips.
The shapes on the edge of vision shambled ominously closer. He removed his shirt, tore a makeshift bandage, tied it quickly before picking her up and heading for safety.
Forclaudiasharon, who wanted a Xena one.
‘You know,’ said Gabrielle, as she sat tending the campfire, Xena’s head in her lap, ‘they’ve started to speculate about us.’
‘Oh, really?’ murmured Xena, half asleep with the warmth and comfort.
‘Yes… we’re always together, we usually don’t travel with anyone else, and everyone knows we’re close… they all want to know just how close we actually are.’
‘Let them speculate.’
‘It doesn’t bother you?’
‘I’d rather they were saying: “Xena… is she sleeping with Gabrielle?” than ‘Xena… you mean the Destroyer of Nations?”’
‘When you put it that way…’ said Gabrielle. ‘Let’s give them something to speculate about.’
Ooh, and I only wrote ten, so technically I still have five to go, if anyone wants to request one!
For
deccaboo, who asked for Olympe Maxime, in the library, with a hat.You know I can't write her accent, you meanie! So I didn't, hah. :P
She was quite possibly the tallest person who had visited the library during Madam Pince’s reign, even without the extra half a foot she’d added with her ostentatious hat – all silk and lace and feathers and bits of fruit.
She was looking for a book on exotic creatures, she explained. Madam Pince, always happy to help someone on a genuine quest for knowledge, found her dozens of books on acromantulas, pogrebins, lethifolds...
They were all dismissed as too obvious. She wanted to get Hagrid a gift, she said. Something that would excite him. A creature he had never heard of.
For
ihearttoronto, who wanted something with Karkaroff.His parents had wanted him to learn something. And so they’d sent him to Britain, to learn the ways of the wizards there.
And this was how he’d repaid them. By joining the Death Eaters. They would be horrified when they found out.
Oh, it wasn’t that they minded dark wizards – but Death Eaters were so unsubtle. Following Voldemort like sheep. No taste, no class.
They told Igor this in a letter as soon as they were able. Told him that, if it should come to it, he should have no qualms about denouncing or informing on his new friends.
For
callmeserenity, who wanted something about Kaylee and Simon.Sorry, it ended up being quite a lot about River too!
‘Kaylee an’ Simon, sittin’ in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G,’ sang River, with a smirk.
The pair concerned, lying entwined on the sofa, looked up and mock-frowned at her.
‘Don’t you have anything better to do?’ Simon asked.
‘Cap’n done taught me everythin’ ‘bout how the ship flies; ain’t nothin’ else for me to learn.’
‘And stop talking like that. I think I liked you better when you were crazy. Go bug Inara.’
‘You did not!’ She made a face at her brother and flounced away.
Simon shrugged, Kaylee grinned, and they resumed their kissing. This was the life they had wanted.
For
smirnoff_ryuu, who wanted a MASH drabble.You didn't specify, so you're getting mild slash.
Hawkeye and Trapper got closer, the longer they stayed there. It was hard not to, really. The first week or so, it was all: ‘Do you mind if I borrow your shaving cream?’
But that didn’t last; soon they borrowed anything and everything without bothering to ask first. A comb, a book, a vest, aftershave, a letter from a pretty girl.
It was normal that they should share everything this way. It was normal that they should share a bed, too, squeezing close so as not to fall off the narrow cot.
It conserved body heat. Yes, that was it.
For
dk2022, who wanted Mulder and Scully kissing, or something romantic.It turned out not so much romantic as... well... you'll see...
It happened every now and then. Motel owners would assume they were a couple, put them in the same room.
They had stopped worrying about it now. They knew how it went. Mulder would offer to sleep in the car, on the chair, in the bath. Scully would tell him not to be so silly – it was a double bed after all, and they were adults.
What followed was always sensual and sweet and exciting and electrifying, and over too soon. Sometimes, in the heat of the moment, they used the word ‘love’.
They never mentioned it in the morning.
For
shorty_90, who wanted something with a Hogwarts student and teacher, and a quill.‘Books away, please, we’re not doing theory today,’ said the new teacher, with a wide smile. ‘I want each of you to turn your quill into whatever you like.’
Instantly she was taken with him. She watched him progress around the class, helping, correcting, suggesting.
She turned her quill into a butterfly and watched it fly around the classroom.
‘Who made that?’ he asked, charmed.
She raised her hand.
‘Oh, well done, Miss…’
‘McGonagall,’ she supplied.
‘Well done, Miss McGonagall! I can see you’ll go far,’ he said, with a twinkle in his eye. She blushed, hoping he was right.
For
elektrik_storm, who wanted something with Hermione.Extra Potions tutoring. That was what she said it was, if she said anything at all. To Harry and Ron, of course, she said nothing. They would never understand.
And it was extra Potions tutoring. Every Wednesday afternoon, she gathered up her books and notes and went to the classroom, and she learned new potions – sometimes ones that were dangerous to attempt, or even illegal.
But of course, nobody needed to know what she was doing in payment for this extra, secret knowledge. Nobody needed to know about the outfits, and the restraints. That was between her and the Professor.
For
3_fries_short, who wanted something about SG1.There wasn't room to actually write Jack in, but he's there, honest. He's just sitting quietly enjoying it.
‘I do not understand,’ said Teal’c. ‘Surely they have not had time to learn the movements so accurately?’
‘Yes, ridiculous,’ Daniel agreed. ‘I mean, I’d agree that something like this might happen spontaneously, but I don’t think that it’d be so synchronised.’
‘Perhaps they are operating under the influence of telepathic control,’ Teal’c suggested.
‘That would explain how they’re able to dance so perfectly, and how they know all the words,’ Daniel said.
‘Look,’ sighed Sam, exasperated, ‘if you guys are going to be so sarcastic about Grease, why did you let me pick the movie in the first place?’
For
cadiliniel, who wanted Mulder and Scully and some well-placed wounds *g*.It was a zombie.
Ridiculous, she’d said, when they took the case. No such thing.
But something had raked this jagged line across her torso, letting blood pump out, warm, sticky, staining the blue silk of her ballgown in a blossom.
Mulder cradled her, one hand supporting her, the other pressing on her wound to stem the flow. She looked at him. She mouthed his name. Blood bubbled between her lips.
The shapes on the edge of vision shambled ominously closer. He removed his shirt, tore a makeshift bandage, tied it quickly before picking her up and heading for safety.
For
claudiasharon, who wanted a Xena one.‘You know,’ said Gabrielle, as she sat tending the campfire, Xena’s head in her lap, ‘they’ve started to speculate about us.’
‘Oh, really?’ murmured Xena, half asleep with the warmth and comfort.
‘Yes… we’re always together, we usually don’t travel with anyone else, and everyone knows we’re close… they all want to know just how close we actually are.’
‘Let them speculate.’
‘It doesn’t bother you?’
‘I’d rather they were saying: “Xena… is she sleeping with Gabrielle?” than ‘Xena… you mean the Destroyer of Nations?”’
‘When you put it that way…’ said Gabrielle. ‘Let’s give them something to speculate about.’
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that was awesome. thanks :D
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I can imagine Jack just sitting there and watching their conversation. Hehe.
Yay for Mulder/Scully and wounds! Hehe.
Ah! Loved the Xena one. Awesome. ^_^
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Rach xxx
PS Yaay fucked up grammar!!! :D