| Odd Rose (draco/albus s.) |
[May. 3rd, 2009|10:25 am] |
Title: Odd Rose
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. No money is being made and no copyright infringement is intended.
Pairings: Draco/Albus S.
Summary: Albus thinks that perfectionism is a dangerous state of mind.
Rating: PG
Warning: Cross-gen
Word Count: 392
Prompt Table: Here
A/N: A bit weird-ish. Written for ![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) hh_writersblock and rarepair_shorts prompt table. Also inspired by this rose pic. Mistakes are mine, let me know of any that glare out at you :)
( Existence really is an imperfect tense that never becomes a present. ) |
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| Grey (2/2) |
[May. 3rd, 2009|10:24 am] |
Title: Glimpses of Grey
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended on any company, author, or anything under this earth that you would like to sue me for.
Pairing: pre-slash Remus/Severus
Rating: PG
Warnings: none
Word Count: 342
A/N: This could easily follow my last drabble, Grey, but can also stand alone. Written as a combination of hh_writersblock and slashthedrabble's prompt of "sign".
( Glimpses of Grey ) |
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| As A Rule (Teddy/Harry) |
[May. 3rd, 2009|10:20 am] |
Title: As A Rule
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, nor am I making any amount of money off of this.
Pairing: Teddy/Harry
Summary: But what were the rules about godfathers?
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: cross-gen
Word Count: 300
( But what were the rules about godfathers? ) |
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| All In The Giving (hermione/ginny) |
[May. 3rd, 2009|10:18 am] |
Title: All In The Giving
Disclaimer: Alas I do not own Harry Potter. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Hermione/Ginny
Summary: Hermione's always been of the thought that the pleasure we give away is the only pleasure we keep.
Words: 480
Warnings: Explicit f/f-sexing
A/N: Someone note this day, I just wrote porn. This started out as a drabble for the non-canonical meme thing and turned into unapologetic smut. Oh and because this is LJ, let's all assume the characters are of age.
( More about the give than take ) |
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| fic: Weight of One Moment |
[Mar. 11th, 2009|04:50 am] |
Title: Weight of One Moment
Disclaimer: Alas I do not own Harry Potter. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended on any company, author, or anything under this earth that you would like to sue me for.
Pairing: not really pairing-centric but I suppose, Salazar/Helga
Summary: There had to be a singular precise moment, a choice made that turned all they'd worked for on its ear and tore them apart.
Rating: G
Warning: Mentions character death
Word Count: 500
A/N: Assuming pensieves existed then, and other devices that I'm going to assume Rowena invented. Written for a hh_clubs activity at HiH but ended up being more than I initially set out for it to be.
( It wasn't supposed to be like this. ) |
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| fic: Smirks & Eye Sex |
[Feb. 8th, 2009|08:50 am] |
Title: Smirks & Eye Sex
Disclaimer: Alas I do not own Merlin. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended on any company, author, or anything under this earth that you would like to sue me for.
Pairing: Merlin/Arthur
Summary: Wherein there's smirks & eye sex, what did you think?
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 354
A/N: I believe this is my first non HP post, @_@, let me know how I did, will you. woldy, this is not Nimue/Morgana, but I've been itching to do this one for some time, yours is coming, dear.
Not for the first time, and certainly not the last, Merlin cursed that damned Dragon for pulling him into this mess.
Two sides of the same bloody coin indeed.
And yet, Merlin couldn't help but agree. It killed him and elated him to admit that the unyielding connection he felt with Arthur was of something more than himself, that it was them and more, it was fate, and destiny and all that other babble the damned beast-without-the-ability-to-speak-in-non-riddles loved spouting (never mind that it was wondrous enough that the thing could speak).
He wondered how it was that he could want to die, but at the same time have enough rage coursing through him to bring down the castle if wished, and if one more tramp draped herself across the prince by all the gods he was going to do it.
An odd look from Gaius forced him out of his rage driven daze and back to reality. In which, oh yes, another one asked to dance with the prince, sure that they could do better than the previous to charm the handsome heir to the throne and secure their place at his side.
With that thought Merlin smirked inwardly, a habit he really needed to quit before Gaius started asking more questions. But it was unavoidable, especially when Arthur deftly turned while dancing so that his eyes were always in range of Merlin's and they had what the noble prince called "fucking hot eye sex" across the room.
Oh try as they might, none of those...females, could have any sway over his prince. Especially not since Merlin made it a point to draw out cries of submission time and time again, night after night—in the stables, in his rooms, out in the fields, after dueling practice, or really any surface—just because.
So it was with a wicked smile and a returned gaze that he narrowed his eyes at Arthur and glanced to the left before proceeding in that direction. It was time to remind the crown prince of Camelot just who could singularly undo him and put him back together again.
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