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rosie_ruesI finished my responses to the drabble meme. Thanks for the prompts. Most of these are precisely 100 words, but three slipped up to 150. I'm a born waffler ^_^ These were immensely fun.
All G, except no. 6 which is PG/PG-13.
1. Sirus/Remus, ducks, for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
kasche
When Remus got home the lights were off and every window was open. Sirius was sitting in the armchair, glowering at the blank face of the television, back straight.
Remus settled onto the arm of the chair, nudging him with his shoulder. “Ducks and elephants.”
Sirius turned to glower at him.
“Something my Mum used to say. Any world with ducks and elephants in can’t be all bad.”
The corners of Sirius’ mouth began to turn up. “She was wrong.”
“You’re smiling.”
Sirius grinned and dragged him down onto his lap. “She missed one.”
“Oh?”
“Ducks and elephants and Moonies.”
2. Crowley/Aziraphale, formizzmarvel
Crowley liked to move books. The shop wasn’t, of course, arranged in such a way that a customer would ever be able to find something they were looking for,1 but Crowley felt it was his duty to thwart any hypothetical system there may have been.
He always hoped that a small child might discover a copy of Thelwell’s Riding Academy2 next toThe Pop-Up Kama Sutra and be traumatised for life.3
Sometimes, he’d lie a book on its side or put it on the shelf upside-down.
It was guaranteed to make Aziraphale find a way to distract him from creating disorder.
1That just wasn’t the point.
2Due to an unpleasant encounter at a Gymkhana in Godalming in 1934, Crowley had a mild phobia of ponies.
3Crowley was perfectly aware that the probability of a small child (a) entering the shop and (b) wanting to actually buy a book was slim. However, he was proud to have invented the idea that ‘it’s the thought that counts.’i
iBecause it doesn’t, it really doesn’t. Ask any child who has ever woken up on Christmas morning to discover all their relatives have clubbed together to sponsor a species of endangered amoeba.
3. Regulus, Andromeda, fratricide, forscoured
On the first day of autumn Andromeda found Regulus sitting on High Holborn. He didn’t argue when she dragged him up and marched him away to a greasy café on Princeton Street.
He ate the fry-up dutifully, and drank the gritty tea. His eyes were wide with shadows.
When the cup was empty, he looked up and said, “I can’t do it, Meda.”
She wrapped her fingers over his shaking hand. “Then don’t.”
He bared his teeth at her and left.
Five days later his face was on the front of The Prophet, and Sirius was weeping on her doorstep.
4. Sirius/Remus, Remus seeing Sirius after he had run away, formarymethadone
By the time Remus had a chance to speak to Sirius it was past midnight. He had spent hours with his ear to the door, listening to James hit Sirius until he stopped storming and confessed a tale of imperio and burnt books, stolen cigarettes and the brand he wouldn’t take.
Now Remus perched on the edge of the bed, his knees drawn up, feet crumpling smooth sheets. Sirius was pretending to sleep, his face pressed deep into the pillow.
Gently, Remus touched his head, feeling soft hair slip through hesitant fingers.
Sirius grabbed his ankle, hard enough to bruise.
5. Regulus, Nymphadora, redemption, foraella_irene
Sometimes, when she left 12 Grimmauld Place for the daylight, Tonks thought she still saw the burn marks blurring before her eyes. She told herself it was exhaustion, and tried to ignore the names rolling through her mind.
Andromeda, blood traitor, Bellatrix, monster, Narcissa, survivor, Sirius betrayed, Regulus, betrayer.
She was afraid to wonder where she fit.
She wasn’t sure which dark-haired boy haunted her dreams, smiling on the edge of her memory.
Her name was not there to burn away.
When, before the end, she caught her cousin Draco fleeing the camp he had chosen, she let him live.
6. Sirius (not in animagus form) and Moony, forjoanaseta
After clawing his way back to humanity, Remus snarled, “You stupid fuck!”
Sirius slumped onto the coal-dusty floor. “Took your potion.”
“What if it hadn’t worked?”
He jerked his shoulder. “Would have been quick.”
Remus lunged, teeth bared. He collapsed onto Sirius, elbows jabbing viciously.
Sirius, distracted by the naked heat of him, took a knee in the groin; howled.
“You shit!” Remus gasped, anger blotting away years. “Fuck!”
“Please!” Sirius bared his throat. Rage, even other peoples’, made him real.
Then it was all thrust and strike until Remus shuddered on top of him, gasping, “Live. You bastard, live!”
7. Ted/Andromeda, invisibility cloak, formuchabstracted
Firsties with invisibility cloaks, Andromeda thought balefully, should not be my problem.
Especially Gryffindor firsties with invisibility cloaks.
Tonks peered over her shoulder, almost shoving her into the corridor. She elbowed him.
“Jesus, Black,” he hissed.
“Stop wriggling!”
“You picked this alcove. This particularly tiny alcove.”
“I didn’t think I’d be lying in wait with a human grasshopper. Stand still.”
“Fine.” His arms slid round her waist, pulling her back against the curve of his shoulder. His breath ghosted against her ear. “Better?”
Andromeda stiffened, trying to summon outrage.
His arm tightened. “I can hear footsteps.”
She pressed back, watching the puddle they had carefully spread across the corridor.
Slosh
Four sets of small, wet prints appeared on the near side.
A well-known voice said, scornfully, “Of course it’s not a trap, Lupin, you prat.”
Andromeda fixed her best Head Girl frown in place and stepped out into the corridor.
8 Remus/Sirius, yellow laminate, forstatelines
Remus found himself alone in an aisle of lightbulbs.
He sighed, and backtracked.
Sirius was standing in front of a mock bathroom, his eyes wide with awe.
“Moony,” he said. “It’s yellow.”
Remus, who had an innate mistrust of plastic bathtubs, tried to move him out of the flow of customers.
“We need a new bathroom.”
Remus thought of the numerous small ecosystems in their shower. “Um.”
“A yellow bathroom.”
“No.”
“Kitchen?”
“No.”
Sirius sighed. “We haven’t got Prongs a wedding present yet.”
“No.”
The other shoppers were giving them funny looks. Remus grabbed Sirius’ hand and began to pull him away. “We’re meant to be undercover. You’re attracting attention.”
Sirius grinned at him. “You’re making the scene.”
“What?”
Sirius leant in, and whispered, “They all think we’re a pair of poofs. Honestly, Moony. Control yourself.”
Remus gaped.
But Sirius was already bounding off towards a stack of goldfish bowls.
9 Lily/James, forclevermonikerr
“Who would have thought,” James said, dropping down beside her, “that they’d be so terrifying in combination.”
Lily shuddered and looked over to where her parents, and his, were sitting in deck chairs on the lawn. After this terrible summer, it was a relief that they were here, and safe. But…
“Your dad wants six grandchildren,” James added, tangling his fingers in hers, as if hesitant. It was so new and fragile, this.
“Help.” She put her head on his shoulder, smelt the warm tang of sweat.
“In the provision of grandchildren? With pleasure.”
She didn’t hit him too hard.
10 Mordred, Galahad, gyrfalcon, fordollabellae
The gyrfalcon rose like glory, wings gilded by the sun. Mordred curled his fingers against the rough stone of the battlements, and watched it, breath warm in his throat. How would it feel to have the very wind lift you, to take its power for your own? To be chosen by the king?
“Why do you only stare at the king’s bird? Do you covet it?”
He turned to see Galahad, as golden and guileless as the bird. One foot resting on the parapet, he was watching another bird, his expression somber.
Mordred recognised the peregrine falcon, a lesser bird, and would have dismissed it. But he knew whose hand had loosed it.
“Why do you stare at Sir Lancelot’s?”
Galahad was silent for a moment, before he said, stiffly, “He is my father.”
Mordred smiled, and felt a hot twist of pleasure at the sudden unease on Galahad’s face.
All G, except no. 6 which is PG/PG-13.
1. Sirus/Remus, ducks, for
kascheWhen Remus got home the lights were off and every window was open. Sirius was sitting in the armchair, glowering at the blank face of the television, back straight.
Remus settled onto the arm of the chair, nudging him with his shoulder. “Ducks and elephants.”
Sirius turned to glower at him.
“Something my Mum used to say. Any world with ducks and elephants in can’t be all bad.”
The corners of Sirius’ mouth began to turn up. “She was wrong.”
“You’re smiling.”
Sirius grinned and dragged him down onto his lap. “She missed one.”
“Oh?”
“Ducks and elephants and Moonies.”
2. Crowley/Aziraphale, for
mizzmarvelCrowley liked to move books. The shop wasn’t, of course, arranged in such a way that a customer would ever be able to find something they were looking for,1 but Crowley felt it was his duty to thwart any hypothetical system there may have been.
He always hoped that a small child might discover a copy of Thelwell’s Riding Academy2 next toThe Pop-Up Kama Sutra and be traumatised for life.3
Sometimes, he’d lie a book on its side or put it on the shelf upside-down.
It was guaranteed to make Aziraphale find a way to distract him from creating disorder.
1That just wasn’t the point.
2Due to an unpleasant encounter at a Gymkhana in Godalming in 1934, Crowley had a mild phobia of ponies.
3Crowley was perfectly aware that the probability of a small child (a) entering the shop and (b) wanting to actually buy a book was slim. However, he was proud to have invented the idea that ‘it’s the thought that counts.’i
iBecause it doesn’t, it really doesn’t. Ask any child who has ever woken up on Christmas morning to discover all their relatives have clubbed together to sponsor a species of endangered amoeba.
3. Regulus, Andromeda, fratricide, for
scouredOn the first day of autumn Andromeda found Regulus sitting on High Holborn. He didn’t argue when she dragged him up and marched him away to a greasy café on Princeton Street.
He ate the fry-up dutifully, and drank the gritty tea. His eyes were wide with shadows.
When the cup was empty, he looked up and said, “I can’t do it, Meda.”
She wrapped her fingers over his shaking hand. “Then don’t.”
He bared his teeth at her and left.
Five days later his face was on the front of The Prophet, and Sirius was weeping on her doorstep.
4. Sirius/Remus, Remus seeing Sirius after he had run away, for
marymethadoneBy the time Remus had a chance to speak to Sirius it was past midnight. He had spent hours with his ear to the door, listening to James hit Sirius until he stopped storming and confessed a tale of imperio and burnt books, stolen cigarettes and the brand he wouldn’t take.
Now Remus perched on the edge of the bed, his knees drawn up, feet crumpling smooth sheets. Sirius was pretending to sleep, his face pressed deep into the pillow.
Gently, Remus touched his head, feeling soft hair slip through hesitant fingers.
Sirius grabbed his ankle, hard enough to bruise.
5. Regulus, Nymphadora, redemption, for
aella_ireneSometimes, when she left 12 Grimmauld Place for the daylight, Tonks thought she still saw the burn marks blurring before her eyes. She told herself it was exhaustion, and tried to ignore the names rolling through her mind.
Andromeda, blood traitor, Bellatrix, monster, Narcissa, survivor, Sirius betrayed, Regulus, betrayer.
She was afraid to wonder where she fit.
She wasn’t sure which dark-haired boy haunted her dreams, smiling on the edge of her memory.
Her name was not there to burn away.
When, before the end, she caught her cousin Draco fleeing the camp he had chosen, she let him live.
6. Sirius (not in animagus form) and Moony, for
joanasetaAfter clawing his way back to humanity, Remus snarled, “You stupid fuck!”
Sirius slumped onto the coal-dusty floor. “Took your potion.”
“What if it hadn’t worked?”
He jerked his shoulder. “Would have been quick.”
Remus lunged, teeth bared. He collapsed onto Sirius, elbows jabbing viciously.
Sirius, distracted by the naked heat of him, took a knee in the groin; howled.
“You shit!” Remus gasped, anger blotting away years. “Fuck!”
“Please!” Sirius bared his throat. Rage, even other peoples’, made him real.
Then it was all thrust and strike until Remus shuddered on top of him, gasping, “Live. You bastard, live!”
7. Ted/Andromeda, invisibility cloak, for
muchabstractedFirsties with invisibility cloaks, Andromeda thought balefully, should not be my problem.
Especially Gryffindor firsties with invisibility cloaks.
Tonks peered over her shoulder, almost shoving her into the corridor. She elbowed him.
“Jesus, Black,” he hissed.
“Stop wriggling!”
“You picked this alcove. This particularly tiny alcove.”
“I didn’t think I’d be lying in wait with a human grasshopper. Stand still.”
“Fine.” His arms slid round her waist, pulling her back against the curve of his shoulder. His breath ghosted against her ear. “Better?”
Andromeda stiffened, trying to summon outrage.
His arm tightened. “I can hear footsteps.”
She pressed back, watching the puddle they had carefully spread across the corridor.
Slosh
Four sets of small, wet prints appeared on the near side.
A well-known voice said, scornfully, “Of course it’s not a trap, Lupin, you prat.”
Andromeda fixed her best Head Girl frown in place and stepped out into the corridor.
8 Remus/Sirius, yellow laminate, for
statelinesRemus found himself alone in an aisle of lightbulbs.
He sighed, and backtracked.
Sirius was standing in front of a mock bathroom, his eyes wide with awe.
“Moony,” he said. “It’s yellow.”
Remus, who had an innate mistrust of plastic bathtubs, tried to move him out of the flow of customers.
“We need a new bathroom.”
Remus thought of the numerous small ecosystems in their shower. “Um.”
“A yellow bathroom.”
“No.”
“Kitchen?”
“No.”
Sirius sighed. “We haven’t got Prongs a wedding present yet.”
“No.”
The other shoppers were giving them funny looks. Remus grabbed Sirius’ hand and began to pull him away. “We’re meant to be undercover. You’re attracting attention.”
Sirius grinned at him. “You’re making the scene.”
“What?”
Sirius leant in, and whispered, “They all think we’re a pair of poofs. Honestly, Moony. Control yourself.”
Remus gaped.
But Sirius was already bounding off towards a stack of goldfish bowls.
9 Lily/James, for
clevermonikerr“Who would have thought,” James said, dropping down beside her, “that they’d be so terrifying in combination.”
Lily shuddered and looked over to where her parents, and his, were sitting in deck chairs on the lawn. After this terrible summer, it was a relief that they were here, and safe. But…
“Your dad wants six grandchildren,” James added, tangling his fingers in hers, as if hesitant. It was so new and fragile, this.
“Help.” She put her head on his shoulder, smelt the warm tang of sweat.
“In the provision of grandchildren? With pleasure.”
She didn’t hit him too hard.
10 Mordred, Galahad, gyrfalcon, for
dollabellaeThe gyrfalcon rose like glory, wings gilded by the sun. Mordred curled his fingers against the rough stone of the battlements, and watched it, breath warm in his throat. How would it feel to have the very wind lift you, to take its power for your own? To be chosen by the king?
“Why do you only stare at the king’s bird? Do you covet it?”
He turned to see Galahad, as golden and guileless as the bird. One foot resting on the parapet, he was watching another bird, his expression somber.
Mordred recognised the peregrine falcon, a lesser bird, and would have dismissed it. But he knew whose hand had loosed it.
“Why do you stare at Sir Lancelot’s?”
Galahad was silent for a moment, before he said, stiffly, “He is my father.”
Mordred smiled, and felt a hot twist of pleasure at the sudden unease on Galahad’s face.
