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Drabble request meme
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
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
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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.
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