Drabble request meme

[thrihyrne]

Taken from a goodly number of folks on my flist:

The first ELEVEN people to comment in this post get to request a drabble of any pairing/character of their choosing from me in fandoms I'm familiar with. No need to repost at your own LJ; chances are you've already done it. Fandoms include: Tolkien, Harry Potter, Wraeththu, Swordspoint, The Persian Boy, and maculategiraffe's Slave Breakers 'verse. It might take me a few days to do them all and if this proves popular, maybe I'll do a few more. I won't be a stickler for exactly 100 words. They might be a bit more, depending on how creative you get. I'm all about procrastinating from what I should be doing. :P

Comments

[shygryf.livejournal.com]

miss you!

all right.

Oliver Wood

Prompt: Secrets

[thrihyrne.livejournal.com]

Hey there! Hope you're doing well-- thanks for playing!

Title: Stranger Than Fiction
Fandom: HP
Character: Oliver Wood
Prompt: Secrets
W/C: 137

"Excellent! Just turn your head a bit more… brilliant!" the photographer enthused.

Oliver was glad he didn't have to smile for his poses, just look sultry. Or if not that, then generic thoughtfully sexy. The first year they'd done the Puddlemere semi-nude calendar it was genuinely fun. On year three, not so much.

"Just turn 'round—"

"No," Oliver said firmly.

"Why?" the photographer asked. "Nothing to be ashamed… oh."

Oliver let the man look at the scar on his left buttock for a long thirty seconds before turning back around.

"How did you…?"

"I'll never tell. Whatever you're imagining is probably far more interesting, anyway."

All Oliver knew was that he was never letting a living soul know that he'd fallen down some stairs at a Celestina Warbeck concert, the event now marked permanently on his arse.

[shygryf.livejournal.com]

fantastic!

*rubs vitamin E into his scar*

[persephone100.livejournal.com]

Hey! I think I'm the first one! I'd like to request a drabble with Cal and Cobweb as the pairing. It's alluded to in Bewitchments when Swift overhears Cal and Cobweb talking as he listens from the room above through a hole in the floor. (around pg. 156-159 in the UK new revised and expanded edition.) I'd LOVE to hear your take on it! <3

[thrihyrne.livejournal.com]

Hey there! I think I remember that scene of Seel listening in, but I have a different edition. Regardless, I hope this is to your liking.

Title: The Hunter Gets Captured by the Game
Fandom: Wraeththu
Pairing: Cal/Cobweb
Rating: adultish
W/C: 169

They circled each other like panthers: sleek, fierce, deadly.

"I know you're curious," Cal said, his voice a sultry wind on a summer's night.

"You know nothing," Cobweb hissed, his hair taking on a mind of its own due to static in the air.

"So Terzian's a Varr." Cal stopped prowling, grabbed one of Cobweb's hands and pressed it, hard, against the relative flat of his groin. "I was Uigenna. Run with a real wolf. Just once." He flicked out his tongue, ran it across the bottom of his top teeth.

Cobweb glared, eyes hard as diamonds. Dawning comprehension softened his expression from granite to sandstone; his long fingers probed along the leather, still finding him soume. Cal rocked sinuously, getting off on Cobweb's shock as much as the stimulation.

"I may have to gag you first," Cobweb said in a voice roughened by his desire. "You want to talk too much."

"But then you wouldn't get to taste this," Cal murmured, claiming Cobweb's mouth with a searing kiss.

[elfscribe5.livejournal.com]

Ooooh, I like this a whole lot. After Matches I seriously considered writing this pair, so I'm so happy to see this.

[persephone100.livejournal.com]

Mmmmm! This is luscious! I wish it was a prelude to a longer scene! You,ve said so much in just 169 words! I LOVE it! Thank you SO much!

[mrsquizzical.livejournal.com]

well i've been peaking at the slave breaker's. so i guess a bran drabble would be interesting...? erm. (i'm so bad at prompts) safety?

otherwise i'm happy for a little peak into that ron/draco i read for you. with the ropes.

xo

btw i have had your other posts open to comment on and then lost them. but i'll have to hunt it all up tonight.

[thrihyrne.livejournal.com]

Happy to assist! Thanks for snagging a request.

Title: Marked
Fandom: Slave Breakers
Character: Bran
Rating: gen, but it directly follows this foursome (http://maculategiraffe.livejournal.com/70058.html) which is very hot and totally adult.
W/C: 163

Bran eased out from Holden's arm, his need to relieve himself regretfully pulling him out of the warm bower of the bed. He padded down the hallway to the bathroom, and after taking care of things, he washed his hands, glancing at himself in the mirror. Above his tunic, his neck and collarbone showcased a riot of bruises, mostly dark pink but some verging on purple. Turning off the taps, he pulled the tunic over his head, inspecting his body, now covered in the temporary blemishes of love and possession. His mind was sharp but different from Yves; Bran didn't necessarily care to delve too deeply into the nuances of why this meant so much to him, why he liked to see the evidence that he was necessary and needed.

Then he thought of Yves, and how he voluntarily, in his unique way, could quell their master's anger. With a start of understanding, Bran realized they had more in common than he'd thought.

[mrsquizzical.livejournal.com]

oh i love what you pointed out there! thankyou so much!

[nathaniel-hp.livejournal.com]

Oh, can I have some Remus, please?

*needs to write a couple of drabbles too ...*

[thrihyrne.livejournal.com]

I'd love to write you something! Any particular time period? Scenario? Anything?? :)

[elfscribe5.livejournal.com]

Slavebreakers: Holden/Yves/Bran

[thrihyrne.livejournal.com]

Viola, my dear! And I'll email you soon... fie on you, I may end up more enraptured by Lord John than even the two m/m pairs in the Swordspoint 'verse. :P

Title: Passion's Triptych
Fandom: Slave Breakers
Trio: Holden/Yves/Bran
Rating: Adult
W/C: 140


Yves was an animated portrait of intent, a flush in his cheeks and his voice a rumble of filthy invectives as he thrust repeatedly into Bran. For his part, Bran was making half-hums and half-gasps around Holden's cock, causing Holden to grip his younger beloved slave's curls all the tighter. Yves' clever blue eyes caught his above the inspiring tableau of Bran's back, and he winked.

"Mirror, blind spot," Holden thought to himself, the only-too-apt analogy popping to mind. As Bran moaned, his wicked tongue bringing Holden to his own climax, Holden realized right then that he didn't care that it was sometimes a true challenge to keep his household happy and content. He saw Yves' expression change to one of pained rapture, and convulsed into Bran's mouth.

He was the luckiest man in the world, and he knew it.

[celandineb.livejournal.com]

Ooh! Er, Remus/Percy, zebra?

[nathaniel-hp.livejournal.com]

Oh yes, I'm looking forward to that one, too!

[thrihyrne.livejournal.com]

*g* You come up with such interesting prospects…

Title: Into the Wild
Fandom: HP
Pairing: Remus/Percy
Rating: barely R
Prompt: zebra
W/C: 203

Percy could barely keep the slightly embarrassed smirk from gliding onto his lips as undressed, feigning nonchalance in front of his lover. As he stepped out of his trousers and turned around, however, he felt a minute change of tension in the room. Remus hadn't said a word, hadn't even made a noise, but Percy knew he was watching.

"So."

Fidgeting slightly, Percy pushed his glasses to perch closer on the bridge of his nose.

"Yes?"

Remus' gaze dragged from Percy's eyes to the briefs he was wearing, causing Percy's cock to twitch involuntarily. "Feeling a bit animalistic these days? Tell me you've not thought I was bored with your boxers." The second sentence was more heartfelt, less lust filled.

"No, no," Percy reassured him, walking over to stand in the vee of Remus' spread but clothed legs. "I've always liked zebra prints, and, well…" His voice trailed off when Remus curled his hands around the back of Percy's bony knees and exhaled a heated breath over the growing mound in his new undergarments. "We've been together seven months."

Remus' hazel eyes flitted up to Percy's, his expression one of amused desire. "I'll be intrigued to see what you get after a year."

[jaiden-s.livejournal.com]

Seductive Bagoas, please. :)

[thrihyrne.livejournal.com]

Wow. Hadn't realized that writing Bagoas/Alexander would be such a challenge! I think it's a writing style thing. ;) Hope this suits!

Title: Feux Follets
Fandom: The Persian Boy
Pairing: Bagoas/Alexander
W/C: 281

I was a flame that night, hot with the fires of revenge set alight by Alexander's hand. Only a few days earlier I'd awoken with my own cries, screams that had also roused my lord, holding me in his arms. Now Orxines was dead, and I burned with gratitude. Alexander had eaten well and come to bed late. He was in good spirits, however, and receptive to my touch.

"Will you dance first?" he asked, taking off his sandals and lying back on the bed. "I am in need of seeing your body in song. I have been witness to too much desecration and falsehood. Take my mind off of such things."

"Oh yes, Al'skander," I said, shedding my tunic so I was in my loincloth only. I did feel underdressed for any true dance, without my cymbals or oil for my body, but desire pushed me beyond such trifles.

I started slowly with nuance and lowered eyes, my arms soft and subdued. I became bolder in response to the music sounding in my head, my movements suggestive of my true desires. After a last turn, I stopped in an evocative pose, feeling my heart pound against my chest. My fingers trembled in the air, now heavy with anticipation.

"Come here, so that I may thank you properly," he said, stretching his arms in an invitation I could never be offered enough.

As I slid next to him, I heard his soft sigh of delight. "Did I please you?" I asked, even though the answer radiated from him as bright as the sun.

He smiled against my hair, murmuring, "Yes, Bagoas," until I skillfully loved him beyond speech and into sleep.

[sexyscholar.livejournal.com]

Did I miss it? Did I?

I shouldn't ask for anything; you're always so good to me. But! It's a thrihyrne drabble! How could I let this opportunity pass?

Let's see...I'd really love some more Cal/Swift. Yeah. I read "Passion's Acolyte" again last night, and was reminded of what a REAL writer reads like. dlkjal;sfjslfkj

(((HUGS)))

[thrihyrne.livejournal.com]

For you, love, anything.

Title: The Diviner
Fandom: Wraeththu
Pairing: Cal/Swift
W/C: 197

I'd only just finished brushing down my horse and was walking to the back of the stable when I felt the air shift. I didn't even have time to turn around when I heard the whip crack, snapping mere inches from my shoulder blade.

"Fuck!"

I whipped around — perhaps not the smartest thing to do, but it was instinct — and snarled at Cal. Of course it was Cal, scaring the horses and causing my pulse to race.

"What the…?"

My words turned metallic on my tongue. Sinuously and with a surprisingly strong arm he lashed out again, the whip cracking near my shoes. He continued to advance. I stood my ground, knowing where this was headed. We were barbarous with each other, had been ever since my father and his army had gone. Unbridled lust was our feast and we gorged on it.

"Oh Swift, sweet Swift," Cal said disingenuously, rubbing his half-naked body against mine, walking me back against the wall and crashing his pelvis against mine with a jolt.

"Dangerous, unpredictable, insatiable—"

"Shut up," he drawled, dropping the whip and beginning to gnaw tenderly on my earlobe. "Flattery will get you everywhere."

[febobe.livejournal.com]

Did I make it in time? Looks like of your 13 comments, some are you, not all rqs, so. . . .

LOTR, always, if you can do a gen? :D If not, don't worry about it, but. . .I love your LOTR gen. :D

Thanks either way!

*snuggleloves*

ETA: Oh, char or pair? Faramir/Eowyn, please. :) That would be my top pick. :D

[thrihyrne.livejournal.com]

I love writing LotR gen! I'm actually going to post a drabble that was part of a series I started back in '05 and know I'll never finish, but it fits your request perfectly. Enjoy!

Title: Transition
Fandom: LotR
Pairing: Faramir/Éowyn
W/C: 234

Merry and Éowyn sat in comfortable silence. Éowyn's eyes were shut, and despite her sling, she managed to braid some long stalks of grass, inhaling the now-familiar pungent scent of Merry's tobacco. While their friendship had initially been founded on well-meaning mistruths, Merry seemed at last to have accepted the change from Dernhelm to Éowyn. What had needed to be said between the two of them had been spoken; they were now mostly beyond words. She sensed a sudden, subtle shift in his manner and her eyes flew open as she turned to look at the door to the gardens.

The Steward. Again.

Merry made as though to leave.

"Are you tired of my company?" she asked, vexed at the impending abrupt change in companions.

A guilty look crossed the hobbit's face as he stood. "No, just feeling a bit peckish."

Éowyn conjured a convincing scowl. "You're always peckish. Stay?" she pleaded.

Merry shook his head. "I'll be back in a little while."

Éowyn followed his path down the short walk. As Merry and the Steward exchanged muted words, she appraised the Man. His face was stern, but not unpleasant to look at. He carried himself as a soldier, though he was slighter than most of the folk of Rohan.

Moments later he approached her, and Éowyn could see the questions burning turbulently behind his calm gaze.

This silence was not so restful.

[brumeux77.livejournal.com]

I've lost track of the number of requesters so far. But if I've made it, how about Neville/Remus. Gardens.

[thrihyrne.livejournal.com]

For you, of course!

Title: The Gardener
Fandom: HP (AU, obviously)
Pairing: Remus/Neville
W/C: 185

"I was never accused of having a green thumb," Remus admitted, kneeling in the dirt next to Neville.

"Well, at least you didn't explode cauldrons in school." Neville's smile was rueful, and Remus sensed the latent insecurities still buried deep in him, despite his successes in the world.

"Not for lack of trying."

Neville chuckled out loud at that, deftly using his trowel to create a home for the seedlings at his side. "Spending years with the twins around and what they got up to— and Merlin knows I didn't know about half of it — I'll admit that sometimes I find it hard to reconcile what you must have been like as a student to how you are now."

Remus' thoughts drifted, briefly, until like a shepherd with a wayward sheep, he nudged them back to the present. "We all change. I'm glad for that, otherwise I doubt you and I would be here, now."

After patting down the soil around the plant, Neville turned to him, leaning over to press a firm but chaste kiss on Remus' lips.

"But we are," he murmured.