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Okay, so here is the first set of drabbles/ficlets/whatever from the alphabet meme post. The rest should be up tomorrow night. And then I have an entire set to do for ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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A is for Alien Overlord, any characters/pairing (HP) forlilian_cho 200 words.
Dean couldn’t believe what he was seeing. Sure, he was a wizard, he’d seen things most Muggles could only imagine, and he’d lived through a war. But the object in front of him, looking more like a carnival ride than his idea of a UFO, was a bit beyond his comprehension. And honestly? He was a little frightened. Dark wizards casting Unforgiveables at him? A cupboard full of Pogrebins? Bring it on. But aliens? Dean really wasn’t comfortable with this situation.
“Come on,” Luna said, tugging at Dean’s hand.
“Are you mad?” he whispered. “They’re dangerous aliens! They probably want to take over our planet and destroy life as we know it!”
Luna rolled her eyes, which was a bit insulting. She was usually the one of them that was more prone to an overactive imagination. “Dean, we helped defeat a very powerful Dark wizard. I don’t think that an Alien Overlord is going to be much of a problem for us.”
Dean sighed. She was probably right; she usually was, even when it didn’t seem rational. “Okay. But can we at least wait for Seamus and Lavender? If I get to battle aliens without him, he’ll never forgive me.”
B is for Breath, Seamus/Neville (HP) forchaeldub 185 words.
Their hiding spot was dark and cramped and hot. Neville was pressed up against Seamus in the small space, chest rising and falling against his back in time with the breaths that were ghosting over his cheek.
“Shh,” Seamus whispered, reaching for Neville’s hand. “Nox.”
The footsteps outside were loud, echoing in the corridor and coming to a stop just in front of them. Seamus and Neville were both holding their breath. Finally, the footsteps started moving again, and Seamus could hear the voices getting further and further away.
He let out a shaky breath and felt Neville do the same. Neville murmured “Lumos” as Seamus carefully slid the door open and they stepped into the empty hallway.
“That was close,” Seamus said, turning to face Neville and finding him standing right there. He wasn’t expecting Neville to lean down and brush their lips together, quick and chaste and an expression of relief.
“C’mon,” Neville pulled away and tugged Seamus toward the end of the hallway, “before they come back.”
As they ran toward the Gryffindor common room, Seamus realized they were still holding hands.
C is for Compromise, Harry/Murphy (Dresden) forgelsey 175 words.
One of the best pieces of advice Harry had ever been given hadn’t come from one of the members of the council but from Charity Carpenter: One of the keys to any successful relationship is compromise. Compromise and bargaining had always been a part of his relationship with Murphy. Sharing what information they could with one another, agreeing to let the other do their job within the confines of their respective laws. Living together was just an extension of that. They compromised on location, on what wards to use that wouldn’t interfere too much with the electronics Murphy depended on, on who would walk Mouse and who would get Mister down from the tree. Harry didn’t like Murphy’s mother, Murphy didn’t want to invite any vampire into her home – brother, ex-girlfriend, didn’t matter – so they had to compromise on who was allowed to visit. Murph wanted to have sx in the dark, Harry wanted all the lights on. All about compromise. And it worked pretty well, until Harry tried to factor Bob into the equation.
E is for Eye, Molly or Molly+Harry gen (Dresden) forgelsey 200 words.
Molly had always had an eye for decorating. She figured it had come from her mother. Luckily, she had also inherited an uncanny ability for making something out of nothing. So when she was walking around the rummage sale at the younger ones’ school and noticed the skein of fabric, she knew she had to buy it. Back at the house, she locked herself in the attic with Charity’s old sewing machine and set to work. She waited until Harry had gone off to Billy and Georgia’s for game night and snuck into the apartment, bribing Mouse with a bacon sandwich. She had been bringing him treats every time she came over, still trying to assuage her guilt, and she thought maybe he was getting a little fat, so she promised to take him out for a walk when she got done. She worked quickly, hanging up the new curtains and covering the cushions on the couch. She stood back and studied her handiwork, laughing when Mouse came up beside her and woofed his own approval. The Harry Potter design had been a good choice. “C’mon, you big mutt,” she said fondly, grabbing his leash. “Let’s go for a walk.”
F is for Frisbee, Spencer/Brendon/Shane (bandom/patd) forfiddleyoumust 650 words.
“Spencer, come play with me,” Brendon whined, holding up a bright red Frisbee and gesturing towards the patio doors. He even broke out the pouty face, the one only a select few could resist. Unfortunately for Brendon, Spencer was part of that minority.
“Sorry, Bren,” Spencer answered, barely lifting his head from where he was resting it on Shane’s stomach, the two of them sprawled out across the living room floor with a couple of empties and a bag of chips beside them.
“Shane?” Brendon asked hopefully.
“Sorry,” Shane answered, not sounding very sorry at all. “Can’t get up, Spencer’s using me for a pillow.”
Brendon heaved a dramatic sigh and looked out across the backyard. The sun was starting to set, slanting sideways across the grass in a way that Brendon knew would create great lighting, and normally he would point that out, use it as a reason to coax Shane outside with his camera. But since Shane and Spencer had been working together… well, he wanted Shane and Spencer to pay attention to him, not to photography. He tossed the Frisbee from one hand to the other, turning back to Spencer and Shane. He knew he could join them in their mini-cuddle pile. They could smoke up and watch movies and argue over who was supposed to pay for pizza. But it wasn’t what Brendon wanted. It wasn’t the same.
He loved Shane, and he loved Spencer, and he had thought that having both of them here with him would be awesome. He’d never expected that he would feel excluded.
“Hey, Brendon, since you’re up, will you get me a beer?” Shane didn’t even look away from the television, just waved a hand in Brendon’s general direction.
Brendon grabbed two beers from the fridge and handed them to Shane and Spencer, then stepped over them to head outside. He made a game out of tossing the Frisbee across the yard, trying to land it on top of the bushes and going to retrieve it. He felt a little like a dog forced to toss his own ball to chase. He didn’t hear the door slide open and shut behind him, didn’t even pay attention to the fact that he wasn’t alone until he bent down to pick the Frisbee up off the ground – his aim wasn’t great, so landing it on top of the bushes didn’t happen as often as he would have hoped – and Shane beat him to it.
“Oh, so now you wanna play?” Brendon asked grumpily, straightening and crossing his arms over his chest.
He almost jumped when Spencer came up behind him, pulling him back against him and holding him there. “Why are you out here pouting?”
“Because you two are leaving me out!” Brendon was well aware that he sounded like a child on the verge of a tantrum, but at least he resisted the urge to stomp his foot.
“We’re not trying to leave you out,” Shane said, stepping closer to Brendon and tucking his fingers into Brendon’s waistband. “How about we make it up to you?”
Yeah, okay, Brendon could possibly get behind that plan, but he wasn’t giving it too easily. “Do I get to be in the middle?”
“You already are, dumbass.” Spencer was laughing at him – Brendon could feel it – but he was also running one of his hands over Brendon’s hip and leaning in to nuzzle at Brendon’s neck so he was quickly forgiven.
“And tomorrow you’ll play Frisbee with me?”
Shane was laughing too, shaking his head as he leaned in to kiss Brendon. “Yes, loser, we’ll play Frisbee with you tomorrow.”
Brendon pretended to think about it, even though they all knew his mind was already made up, and finally nodded. It wasn’t Frisbee, but sex with two of the hottest guys he knew? Brendon couldn’t think of a better way to spend the evening.
**P is also for Princeling, Edmund/Caspian (Narnia) forlilian_cho 200 words.
“Hello, Princeling.”
Edmund looked up to find Caspian smirking at him from a low branch. Edmund scowled in return. For whatever reason, when Caspian called him “princeling,” it sounded altogether too much like “princess,” and it made a bright ball of red-hot anger flare in Edmund’s stomach. Edmund turned his head and kept walking, ignoring Caspian when he dropped far-too-gracefully from the tree and fell into step beside Edmund.
Their hands brushed against one another when they walked, and every time Edmund moved away, Caspian moved closer to keep it happening. Edmund tried to tell himself that it was irritation that made his skin tingle every their skin came in contact, but it was more than that.
“Do you want something?” he asked petulantly, coming to an abrupt halt and turning to face Caspian.
Caspian just stared, still smirking. Edmund really wanted to knock that smirk off his face.
“What?” he demanded, pushing Caspian roughly with both hands on his chest.
Caspian moved back a couple steps, but it was obvious he had let himself be pushed.
“Nothing,” Caspian said, leaning in to whisper in Edmund’s ear. “Princeling.”
Edmund couldn’t do anything but stand and watch as Caspian walked away.
R is for romance, Crabbe/Hermione (HP) forfreekydisaster 300 words.
Vincent knew he was going to be in trouble if he got caught. Malfoy was already starting to suspect something, what with the way Vincent had an excuse to be in the library every night this week. And yeah, he’d never been all that concerned about his grades before, especially over a research paper for Care of Magical Creatures that he could have bought off one of the other students – Hagrid would never have known the difference.
But the real reason he was in the library wasn’t books. He was more interested in studying a certain witch. And that was where his real troubles would begin, because this certain Gryffindor witch was the bane of Malfoy’s existence. But she was pretty and smart and not afraid to stand up to Malfoy. Or Snape. Vincent guessed that was just her Gryffindor courage, but he was impressed by it.
His idea of romance had never progressed much beyond pulling pigtails or making frogs appear in a girl’s pumpkin juice, but he knew that girls liked flowers. Even girls like Hermione Granger. After dinner, he’d head for the lake or the greenhouses. He wasn’t brilliant at Charms like Malfoy, but he did know how to keep flowers from wilting. He hid in between the giant stacks of books until Hermione had set her books down and skipped off to the Restricted Section. He knew she was looking for ways to help Potter, and that was probably reason enough to avoid her, but he always carefully arranged his bouquet where she would find it.
Each day, she looked surprised when she returned and found the flowers. She would pick them up, look around to see who left them. She couldn’t know, but one day… maybe one day it would be okay to tell her.
reallythateasy, lol.A is for Alien Overlord, any characters/pairing (HP) for
lilian_cho 200 words.Dean couldn’t believe what he was seeing. Sure, he was a wizard, he’d seen things most Muggles could only imagine, and he’d lived through a war. But the object in front of him, looking more like a carnival ride than his idea of a UFO, was a bit beyond his comprehension. And honestly? He was a little frightened. Dark wizards casting Unforgiveables at him? A cupboard full of Pogrebins? Bring it on. But aliens? Dean really wasn’t comfortable with this situation.
“Come on,” Luna said, tugging at Dean’s hand.
“Are you mad?” he whispered. “They’re dangerous aliens! They probably want to take over our planet and destroy life as we know it!”
Luna rolled her eyes, which was a bit insulting. She was usually the one of them that was more prone to an overactive imagination. “Dean, we helped defeat a very powerful Dark wizard. I don’t think that an Alien Overlord is going to be much of a problem for us.”
Dean sighed. She was probably right; she usually was, even when it didn’t seem rational. “Okay. But can we at least wait for Seamus and Lavender? If I get to battle aliens without him, he’ll never forgive me.”
B is for Breath, Seamus/Neville (HP) for
chaeldub 185 words.Their hiding spot was dark and cramped and hot. Neville was pressed up against Seamus in the small space, chest rising and falling against his back in time with the breaths that were ghosting over his cheek.
“Shh,” Seamus whispered, reaching for Neville’s hand. “Nox.”
The footsteps outside were loud, echoing in the corridor and coming to a stop just in front of them. Seamus and Neville were both holding their breath. Finally, the footsteps started moving again, and Seamus could hear the voices getting further and further away.
He let out a shaky breath and felt Neville do the same. Neville murmured “Lumos” as Seamus carefully slid the door open and they stepped into the empty hallway.
“That was close,” Seamus said, turning to face Neville and finding him standing right there. He wasn’t expecting Neville to lean down and brush their lips together, quick and chaste and an expression of relief.
“C’mon,” Neville pulled away and tugged Seamus toward the end of the hallway, “before they come back.”
As they ran toward the Gryffindor common room, Seamus realized they were still holding hands.
C is for Compromise, Harry/Murphy (Dresden) for
gelsey 175 words.One of the best pieces of advice Harry had ever been given hadn’t come from one of the members of the council but from Charity Carpenter: One of the keys to any successful relationship is compromise. Compromise and bargaining had always been a part of his relationship with Murphy. Sharing what information they could with one another, agreeing to let the other do their job within the confines of their respective laws. Living together was just an extension of that. They compromised on location, on what wards to use that wouldn’t interfere too much with the electronics Murphy depended on, on who would walk Mouse and who would get Mister down from the tree. Harry didn’t like Murphy’s mother, Murphy didn’t want to invite any vampire into her home – brother, ex-girlfriend, didn’t matter – so they had to compromise on who was allowed to visit. Murph wanted to have sx in the dark, Harry wanted all the lights on. All about compromise. And it worked pretty well, until Harry tried to factor Bob into the equation.
E is for Eye, Molly or Molly+Harry gen (Dresden) for
gelsey 200 words. Molly had always had an eye for decorating. She figured it had come from her mother. Luckily, she had also inherited an uncanny ability for making something out of nothing. So when she was walking around the rummage sale at the younger ones’ school and noticed the skein of fabric, she knew she had to buy it. Back at the house, she locked herself in the attic with Charity’s old sewing machine and set to work. She waited until Harry had gone off to Billy and Georgia’s for game night and snuck into the apartment, bribing Mouse with a bacon sandwich. She had been bringing him treats every time she came over, still trying to assuage her guilt, and she thought maybe he was getting a little fat, so she promised to take him out for a walk when she got done. She worked quickly, hanging up the new curtains and covering the cushions on the couch. She stood back and studied her handiwork, laughing when Mouse came up beside her and woofed his own approval. The Harry Potter design had been a good choice. “C’mon, you big mutt,” she said fondly, grabbing his leash. “Let’s go for a walk.”
F is for Frisbee, Spencer/Brendon/Shane (bandom/patd) for
fiddleyoumust 650 words.“Spencer, come play with me,” Brendon whined, holding up a bright red Frisbee and gesturing towards the patio doors. He even broke out the pouty face, the one only a select few could resist. Unfortunately for Brendon, Spencer was part of that minority.
“Sorry, Bren,” Spencer answered, barely lifting his head from where he was resting it on Shane’s stomach, the two of them sprawled out across the living room floor with a couple of empties and a bag of chips beside them.
“Shane?” Brendon asked hopefully.
“Sorry,” Shane answered, not sounding very sorry at all. “Can’t get up, Spencer’s using me for a pillow.”
Brendon heaved a dramatic sigh and looked out across the backyard. The sun was starting to set, slanting sideways across the grass in a way that Brendon knew would create great lighting, and normally he would point that out, use it as a reason to coax Shane outside with his camera. But since Shane and Spencer had been working together… well, he wanted Shane and Spencer to pay attention to him, not to photography. He tossed the Frisbee from one hand to the other, turning back to Spencer and Shane. He knew he could join them in their mini-cuddle pile. They could smoke up and watch movies and argue over who was supposed to pay for pizza. But it wasn’t what Brendon wanted. It wasn’t the same.
He loved Shane, and he loved Spencer, and he had thought that having both of them here with him would be awesome. He’d never expected that he would feel excluded.
“Hey, Brendon, since you’re up, will you get me a beer?” Shane didn’t even look away from the television, just waved a hand in Brendon’s general direction.
Brendon grabbed two beers from the fridge and handed them to Shane and Spencer, then stepped over them to head outside. He made a game out of tossing the Frisbee across the yard, trying to land it on top of the bushes and going to retrieve it. He felt a little like a dog forced to toss his own ball to chase. He didn’t hear the door slide open and shut behind him, didn’t even pay attention to the fact that he wasn’t alone until he bent down to pick the Frisbee up off the ground – his aim wasn’t great, so landing it on top of the bushes didn’t happen as often as he would have hoped – and Shane beat him to it.
“Oh, so now you wanna play?” Brendon asked grumpily, straightening and crossing his arms over his chest.
He almost jumped when Spencer came up behind him, pulling him back against him and holding him there. “Why are you out here pouting?”
“Because you two are leaving me out!” Brendon was well aware that he sounded like a child on the verge of a tantrum, but at least he resisted the urge to stomp his foot.
“We’re not trying to leave you out,” Shane said, stepping closer to Brendon and tucking his fingers into Brendon’s waistband. “How about we make it up to you?”
Yeah, okay, Brendon could possibly get behind that plan, but he wasn’t giving it too easily. “Do I get to be in the middle?”
“You already are, dumbass.” Spencer was laughing at him – Brendon could feel it – but he was also running one of his hands over Brendon’s hip and leaning in to nuzzle at Brendon’s neck so he was quickly forgiven.
“And tomorrow you’ll play Frisbee with me?”
Shane was laughing too, shaking his head as he leaned in to kiss Brendon. “Yes, loser, we’ll play Frisbee with you tomorrow.”
Brendon pretended to think about it, even though they all knew his mind was already made up, and finally nodded. It wasn’t Frisbee, but sex with two of the hottest guys he knew? Brendon couldn’t think of a better way to spend the evening.
**P is also for Princeling, Edmund/Caspian (Narnia) for
lilian_cho 200 words.“Hello, Princeling.”
Edmund looked up to find Caspian smirking at him from a low branch. Edmund scowled in return. For whatever reason, when Caspian called him “princeling,” it sounded altogether too much like “princess,” and it made a bright ball of red-hot anger flare in Edmund’s stomach. Edmund turned his head and kept walking, ignoring Caspian when he dropped far-too-gracefully from the tree and fell into step beside Edmund.
Their hands brushed against one another when they walked, and every time Edmund moved away, Caspian moved closer to keep it happening. Edmund tried to tell himself that it was irritation that made his skin tingle every their skin came in contact, but it was more than that.
“Do you want something?” he asked petulantly, coming to an abrupt halt and turning to face Caspian.
Caspian just stared, still smirking. Edmund really wanted to knock that smirk off his face.
“What?” he demanded, pushing Caspian roughly with both hands on his chest.
Caspian moved back a couple steps, but it was obvious he had let himself be pushed.
“Nothing,” Caspian said, leaning in to whisper in Edmund’s ear. “Princeling.”
Edmund couldn’t do anything but stand and watch as Caspian walked away.
R is for romance, Crabbe/Hermione (HP) for
freekydisaster 300 words.Vincent knew he was going to be in trouble if he got caught. Malfoy was already starting to suspect something, what with the way Vincent had an excuse to be in the library every night this week. And yeah, he’d never been all that concerned about his grades before, especially over a research paper for Care of Magical Creatures that he could have bought off one of the other students – Hagrid would never have known the difference.
But the real reason he was in the library wasn’t books. He was more interested in studying a certain witch. And that was where his real troubles would begin, because this certain Gryffindor witch was the bane of Malfoy’s existence. But she was pretty and smart and not afraid to stand up to Malfoy. Or Snape. Vincent guessed that was just her Gryffindor courage, but he was impressed by it.
His idea of romance had never progressed much beyond pulling pigtails or making frogs appear in a girl’s pumpkin juice, but he knew that girls liked flowers. Even girls like Hermione Granger. After dinner, he’d head for the lake or the greenhouses. He wasn’t brilliant at Charms like Malfoy, but he did know how to keep flowers from wilting. He hid in between the giant stacks of books until Hermione had set her books down and skipped off to the Restricted Section. He knew she was looking for ways to help Potter, and that was probably reason enough to avoid her, but he always carefully arranged his bouquet where she would find it.
Each day, she looked surprised when she returned and found the flowers. She would pick them up, look around to see who left them. She couldn’t know, but one day… maybe one day it would be okay to tell her.
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I dunno what it is about nev/shay that I love, esp when i already have deamus but... DH had that effect.
I love the hand holding and the hiding, but most of all I loved that Nev leaned down to kiss Seamus. I always like when some one mentions that a. Seamus is quite short or b. Neville is tall/handsome/finding confidence in himself.
So in closing your nev/shay rocks.
Also -Caspian/Edmund - *dies* abso-freekin-lutely brilliant. A Caspian you want to just cuff around the ear and a Edmund who's petulant *sigh* more???
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I KNOW! I love Deamus (which I totally blame on
Oh, god, I really really want more Caspian/Edmund. I will put it on the list of things I want to write in the future, lol.
<333
Also, hee you took the "princeling" prompt in exactly the direction I want <333
*squishes*
And Crabbe/Hermione = aww =(
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Haha, I kinda love Edmund/Caspian, with both of them being snarky boys and <33333
The Crabbe/Hermione is sad.
*snuggles*