Drabble request meme
May. 3rd, 2009 10:15 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thrihyrneTaken 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![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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
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![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
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Date: 2009-05-04 05:48 am (UTC)all right.
Oliver Wood
Prompt: Secrets
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Date: 2009-05-04 05:57 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-05-04 06:39 am (UTC)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.
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Date: 2009-05-04 06:47 am (UTC)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.
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Date: 2009-05-04 06:54 am (UTC)*rubs vitamin E into his scar*
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Date: 2009-05-04 07:03 am (UTC)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.
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Date: 2009-05-04 07:11 am (UTC)*needs to write a couple of drabbles too ...*
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Date: 2009-05-04 07:38 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-05-04 07:39 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-05-04 10:45 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-05-04 10:56 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-05-04 11:55 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-05-04 12:26 pm (UTC)I shouldn't ask for anything; you're always so good to me. But! It's a
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)))
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Date: 2009-05-04 01:50 pm (UTC)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
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Date: 2009-05-04 04:46 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-05-04 07:13 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-05-04 07:14 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-05-04 07:15 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-05-04 07:32 pm (UTC)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.
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Date: 2009-05-04 07:32 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-05-04 07:58 pm (UTC)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.
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Date: 2009-05-04 08:05 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-05-04 08:54 pm (UTC)Title: Call of Despair
Fandom: Harry Potter
Character: Remus
W/C: 138
Sipping his tea, Remus scowled at his trembling hands, but then stopped. Even forming furrows hurt. Everything ached. It was as though his body had given up any pretense of it being okay changing into Moony and back again, now that he was alone. The psychological disbelief and suffering of losing James and Lily, and then the…
He swallowed. His emotions were already a minefield, a scarred wasteland since Sirius had done the unthinkable. Now, beyond reason and logic and anything else Remus had only the most tenuous of holds on, he had to live in a world in which Sirius was locked up. For betraying their trust.
Shifting in his threadbare chair, he winced at his sore haunches. It was wretched when he was a wolf, but at least then it was acceptable to howl his mourning.
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Date: 2009-05-04 09:39 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-05-04 10:40 pm (UTC)