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ltlredhairdgirl a snarky!Sawyer drabble, but here's the rest of them: (putting them here for all to laugh at, so you don't have to search through the comments to find them)
Harry Potter
Forgelsey
Ginny caught sight of her reflection in the window of a shop as she passed, and she had to grin. This morning when she woke, there was a wreath of flowers on her window sill, "a crown for the Queen of my garden."
The flowers complemented her hair and complexion perfectly. The interwoven flowers had been picked especially for her. Actually, they had probably been grown especially for her. She did know that eventually the flowers would wilt and perish, but she wasn't sad. No, not sad... because, unlike the flowers, the love Neville had for her would never die.
Forlilian_cho
Draco didn't look up from the Wolfsbane he was carefully stirring, but every few minutes he would break the silence with a sigh. Snape knew he wanted to say something, or ask something, but he wasn't sure what exactly was going through the boy's head.
Finally, Draco managed to spill his question. "Why? I thought you hated Potter?"
Snape studied the young man silently for a moment. "It's not about Potter." Snape stood and crossed the room. "As for the why... I do what I must for what I believe is right. For all of us. And so must you."
Foririsgirl12000
Seamus
Seamus was a bit distracted as he made his way through the crowds in Diagon Alley, trying not to lose sight of Harry. He hadn't seen Harry since Harry had moved out of the house they shared without telling Seamus where he was going or exactly why they weren't working.
Seamus knew there was someone else.
He watched as Harry looked around, appearing nervous. Harry slipped around the corner of a building into the alleyway. Seamus hurried to catch up and spied a flash of blond just before he collided with another person, sending them both crashing to the ground.
Blaise
Blaise groaned and squeezed his eyes even more tightly shut. After weeks, he had finally seen Draco, had followed him to this alley that would be the perfect place to talk about reconciliation or some other very un-Slytherin ideal. He had almost caught up with Draco when some idiot ran into him.
Said idiot was now between Blaise and the ground, and Blaise had to admit that the situation wasn't all bad. Maybe it was a dream, because how likely was it that Blaise would be knocked down by a man with a body that felt so good underneath his?
Queer As Folk
Fornekare
Michael hated it when Brian was like this. Flirting in that not-serious way of his. Standing in Michael's personal space, but still so untouchable. Acting like he had no clue Michael was in love with him, when Michael knew he was broadcasting those feelings loud and clear.
And now he was staring -- watching Michael bite into the apple. Licking his lips.
"Wanna bite?" Michael asked between mouthfuls.
"No, but I want a taste," Brian answered, leaning in and pressing his lips to Michael's, his tongue sliding over Michael's lips to taste the juice that still lingered in his mouth.
Not requested, but forltlredhairdgirl anyways
Brian felt the subtle shift of tension in the air when the newcomer entered Babylon. Dark hair, grey eyes, an assortment of strange tattoos... And the attitude -- he was completely out of place here, yet he walked in like he owned the world. Brian recognized that smug, cocky attitude. He wore it quite well himself. This man would be a challenge, an interesting change from the nameless faces that had passed through Brian's life -- and his bed -- lately. With a predatory smirk, Brian made his way across the dancefloor. No one could resist the Brian Kinney charm.
Narnia
Forkeladry_lupin
Lucy had outgrown tea parties long before coming to Narnia. At least, that's what she had declared after Edmund had said they were babyish, and Peter had given her a sad look as he told her it was time to grow up.
Mr. Tumnus, however, invited her to tea one afternoon a week, for tea in tiny cups and cookies laid out on delicate saucers. She dressed up like the royalty she was, and they gossiped in laughs and soft whispers. It was like the tea parties she had enjoyed at home, only better. This time, her friend was real.
LOST
Forcitikitti
Sometimes Charlie wondered if the real world still existed, if life and time had kept going outside the island, or if the world had ended and they were all that was left. Sometimes he wondered if this was all part of a drug-induced hallucination. God knows, he'd had some doozies, but never anything this real. Most of all, he wondered what would happen if they were rescued. On the island, Charlie was a killer, a kidnapper, and he might be as crazy as everyone thought... but he was no longer an addict. To Charlie, that was reason enough to stay.
And another one she inadvertantly inspired
There are reasons to go back to civilization. Running water. Peanut butter. No jungle full of crazy people kidnapping children and killing people.
There are also reasons not to. With all the hype about the plane's disappearance, DriveShaft would be in the news and all publicity is good, right? Plus, they'd been raised to never speak ill of the dead, or presumed-dead, so Charlie knows Liam's daughters are hearing only good things about their Uncle Charlie. He likes the thought of being remembered favorably.
As the days pass, Charlie begins to mind it less that the island is more home.
ltlredhairdgirl a snarky!Sawyer drabble, but here's the rest of them: (putting them here for all to laugh at, so you don't have to search through the comments to find them)Harry Potter
For
gelseyGinny caught sight of her reflection in the window of a shop as she passed, and she had to grin. This morning when she woke, there was a wreath of flowers on her window sill, "a crown for the Queen of my garden."
The flowers complemented her hair and complexion perfectly. The interwoven flowers had been picked especially for her. Actually, they had probably been grown especially for her. She did know that eventually the flowers would wilt and perish, but she wasn't sad. No, not sad... because, unlike the flowers, the love Neville had for her would never die.
For
lilian_choDraco didn't look up from the Wolfsbane he was carefully stirring, but every few minutes he would break the silence with a sigh. Snape knew he wanted to say something, or ask something, but he wasn't sure what exactly was going through the boy's head.
Finally, Draco managed to spill his question. "Why? I thought you hated Potter?"
Snape studied the young man silently for a moment. "It's not about Potter." Snape stood and crossed the room. "As for the why... I do what I must for what I believe is right. For all of us. And so must you."
For
irisgirl12000Seamus
Seamus was a bit distracted as he made his way through the crowds in Diagon Alley, trying not to lose sight of Harry. He hadn't seen Harry since Harry had moved out of the house they shared without telling Seamus where he was going or exactly why they weren't working.
Seamus knew there was someone else.
He watched as Harry looked around, appearing nervous. Harry slipped around the corner of a building into the alleyway. Seamus hurried to catch up and spied a flash of blond just before he collided with another person, sending them both crashing to the ground.
Blaise
Blaise groaned and squeezed his eyes even more tightly shut. After weeks, he had finally seen Draco, had followed him to this alley that would be the perfect place to talk about reconciliation or some other very un-Slytherin ideal. He had almost caught up with Draco when some idiot ran into him.
Said idiot was now between Blaise and the ground, and Blaise had to admit that the situation wasn't all bad. Maybe it was a dream, because how likely was it that Blaise would be knocked down by a man with a body that felt so good underneath his?
Queer As Folk
For
nekareMichael hated it when Brian was like this. Flirting in that not-serious way of his. Standing in Michael's personal space, but still so untouchable. Acting like he had no clue Michael was in love with him, when Michael knew he was broadcasting those feelings loud and clear.
And now he was staring -- watching Michael bite into the apple. Licking his lips.
"Wanna bite?" Michael asked between mouthfuls.
"No, but I want a taste," Brian answered, leaning in and pressing his lips to Michael's, his tongue sliding over Michael's lips to taste the juice that still lingered in his mouth.
Not requested, but for
ltlredhairdgirl anywaysBrian felt the subtle shift of tension in the air when the newcomer entered Babylon. Dark hair, grey eyes, an assortment of strange tattoos... And the attitude -- he was completely out of place here, yet he walked in like he owned the world. Brian recognized that smug, cocky attitude. He wore it quite well himself. This man would be a challenge, an interesting change from the nameless faces that had passed through Brian's life -- and his bed -- lately. With a predatory smirk, Brian made his way across the dancefloor. No one could resist the Brian Kinney charm.
Narnia
For
keladry_lupinLucy had outgrown tea parties long before coming to Narnia. At least, that's what she had declared after Edmund had said they were babyish, and Peter had given her a sad look as he told her it was time to grow up.
Mr. Tumnus, however, invited her to tea one afternoon a week, for tea in tiny cups and cookies laid out on delicate saucers. She dressed up like the royalty she was, and they gossiped in laughs and soft whispers. It was like the tea parties she had enjoyed at home, only better. This time, her friend was real.
LOST
For
citikittiSometimes Charlie wondered if the real world still existed, if life and time had kept going outside the island, or if the world had ended and they were all that was left. Sometimes he wondered if this was all part of a drug-induced hallucination. God knows, he'd had some doozies, but never anything this real. Most of all, he wondered what would happen if they were rescued. On the island, Charlie was a killer, a kidnapper, and he might be as crazy as everyone thought... but he was no longer an addict. To Charlie, that was reason enough to stay.
And another one she inadvertantly inspired
There are reasons to go back to civilization. Running water. Peanut butter. No jungle full of crazy people kidnapping children and killing people.
There are also reasons not to. With all the hype about the plane's disappearance, DriveShaft would be in the news and all publicity is good, right? Plus, they'd been raised to never speak ill of the dead, or presumed-dead, so Charlie knows Liam's daughters are hearing only good things about their Uncle Charlie. He likes the thought of being remembered favorably.
As the days pass, Charlie begins to mind it less that the island is more home.
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Date: 2006-04-22 08:35 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-04-22 08:39 pm (UTC)Now, back to writing...
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Date: 2006-04-22 08:38 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-04-22 08:48 pm (UTC)QaF -- I'm kinda sorta working on a Ben/Michael with someone, but if you like B/J (and who doesn't? *g*) you should check out
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Date: 2006-04-22 08:50 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-04-22 09:01 pm (UTC)I'm supposed to be finishing puppyfic right now though...
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Date: 2006-04-23 12:53 am (UTC)And OMG loving your new layout!
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Date: 2006-04-23 12:55 am (UTC)And I love my new layout too!! *dances*
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Date: 2006-04-23 04:00 am (UTC)I only read the HP and QaF, but I'm sure you already knew that.
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Date: 2006-05-08 12:23 am (UTC)The Narnia one was extra special to me, b/c I have a couple half-written Narnia fics that kinda got pushed aside by my whole SPN obsession. :( One day, I'll get back to them. (famous last words, i know)