Drabble openings.

[nekare]

Am back from being with all the cousins. We went and conspired so we could stay over at my Memo and Fer's house (since it was the later's birthday) as if we were ten year olds (Which kinda applies to Alex and Fer, now that I think about it...) and our parents all refused (flashbacks to my childhood!). It seems like I've spent all of Easter week with them, huh. I so heart them. :) Other than that, had a boring morning. I actually did a lot of homework *retches*

Meme!

The first 10 people to comment on this post get to request a drabble (real drabble: 100 words exactly) from you. In return, they have to post this in their journal and write a drabble for you. Post all fandoms you're willing to write for. (this is optional; you don't HAVE to do it in return, but it would be pretty spiffy if you did).

So go on, pick a pairing and a prompt. (and don't maul me if they're not 100 words long. All those numbers like 180 and 235 also deserve some love.) Fandoms: HP (duh), Doctor Who, Alias, Narnia, Nip/Tuck, Fight Club (humour me and pick it!), Howl's Moving Castle, Good Omens, Spirited Away.

I know I still have some other drabbles I promised to a lot of people, but those I'm reserving for inspiration someday later. Sorry!

Comments

[pumpkin-pantry.livejournal.com]

I WANT A DRABBLE!!!!!!!! I think you know what I want XD!!

It's nice to see you getting along with your family! I'm not that close to mine anymore, but I don't know if its a bad thing really ^_~

Sorry, couldn't resist. XD

[nekare.livejournal.com]

Sharing
R/S - Sweets - 185 words

“Uh, what is this?” asked Remus, staring at the twisted, dark pastry between Ronald’s fingers. The time-traveling red-head that kept calling James ‘Harry’ (funny little name) was so, so incredibly weird, and therefore, he had been practically adopted by both James and Sirius.

“Don’t you know them? It’s a ho-ho,” said Ronald, staring at the curly thing with an expression akin to worship. “It is sweet and wonderful and downright intoxicating.” He licked his lips. Remus decided to stay away from him in the future (uh, present future. Whatever).

“Can I try it?” said Sirius, extending his index finger as if he was going to poke the so-called ho-ho, as Peter stared at it with a frown.

Ronald suddenly snatched the ho-ho away, close to his body as if protecting an infant. “MINE!” he yelled, eyes narrowed. “Go get your own!”

Sirius stole Ronald’s small bag of ho-hos that night.

Remus liked them quite a lot, surprisingly, the chocolate coating his fingers and the cream melting in his mouth; but he found he liked the sweet taste better when it was coming from Sirius’ lips.

Re: Sorry, couldn't resist. XD

[pumpkin-pantry.livejournal.com]

Ahahaha omg I was just sitting there going "holy crap, she DIDN'T ...YES!" and was so happy! This totally made my night. Oh Ron, you and your ho-hos! Sirius and James would totally have loved Ron, I agree. Mmmm. Sirius and Remus eating ho-hos *___* And kissing, awww :) This is the best kind of crack, thank you sooo much! I love it, and am saving it ^_~ *clings to you happily*

[onadancefloor.livejournal.com]

I'm glad you're having fun with your family. The only family I have close to me is my Uncle, and we don't exactly get along, heh. Everyone else is in Bolivia.

Ooh, I'd like a drabble!

HP: R/H, prompt - ceramic

[nekare.livejournal.com]

Do you get to see them often? And ah, one day I'd like to go to Bolivia -- everyone says it's quite pretty. :) (is it, really?)

Fears
Harry/Ron – Ceramic - 327 words

Harry has been touching him lately as if he was made of ceramic, made of clay and ready to tear and crack and break with a mere sigh. Ron hates it, because they’ve been through so much together, and he’s just Ron, Harry’s best mate, and confident. He decides he’s had enough when Harry’s fingers almost drop the bottle of beer they had been sharing at the smallest of touches.

“Just what is wrong with you?” Ron asks, infuriated, setting the bottle back to the small coffee table with a thud and a bit of splashing.

“What do you mean?” asks back Harry, defensive. He swallows, not quite meeting Ron’s eyes and Ron knows Harry is quite aware of what the question is about.

Ron gets closer and pokes Harry between the third and fourth rib, and Harry jumps away as if his fingers had burnt him. “That! It’s like you’re too disgusted to touch me!”

“It’s nothing, Ron, really.” Harry turns away from him, stares back into the telly with his arms crossed across his chest. Hours pass, Ron trying to get an answer out of him and Harry sinking into the couch as if wanting to disappear with a frown on his face.

“Just tell me already!” shouts Ron after a while, fed up with the uncertainty, and Harry turns to finally face him, panting with anger.

“Fine,” he says sharply, grabs Ron’s hand between his hands and kisses him, quick and hard. He breaks apart after only a few second, red-faced but still furious. “That is why I’m afraid to touch you.”

Ron sits in the same place, eyes wide, as Harry stands up, gets his jacket and goes out the flat banging the door. He remembers how to breathe, somehow, and finishes the beer with in a single sip.

“Oh,” he says after a while to the muted voices from the news, and lays back in the couch, wanting to kiss Harry again.

[supergrover82.livejournal.com]

I want one! HP: James and Lily. Prompt: Crayons (hi, this is random) or Paint :D

I'm glad you had a nice Easter!

[nekare.livejournal.com]

Completely random before I get to do your drabble: Did you read The Shadow of his Wings? If now, I shall have to prod. *nods*

[nekare.livejournal.com]

Oh, I like this one! Almost-but-not smutty. XD

Fantasies
HP – James/Lily – Crayon - 217

Harry is over with Remus and Sirius, hopefully safe while being spoiled to death, and James and Lily stumble through the door of their home with their mouths pressed tightly together, Lily’s hair in disarray as their fingers twine together at her nape. Lily loses a shoe somewhere along the hallway to the stairs, James’s coat gets stepped on as it’s thrown to the floor by uncaring hands. He murmurs Love you in that distracted way of his she adores, easy and honest, as if it’s just a reflex to say the words, and she answers back with a you silly, wonderful man.

They fall to the ground somewhere in the living room, their lips, swelled and dark pink-stained with her make-up, come apart for a second as they groan. I think I landed over Harry’s crayons, she says, and he laughs as he rolls them away. His cold hands get under her blouse, her right leg goes up around his thigh; and everything’s perfect, for a second.

Later, when they lay spent on the carpet surrounded by clothes and Harry’s toys, she plays with the hair below his navel as he hums slowly with his eyes closed like he always does after sex, and she imagines a world in which it can always stay like this.

[why-me-why-not.livejournal.com]

me! (lol -- i already put this up in my LJ, stolen from someone else, and I put "HP (duh)" as well! Great minds think alike...)

Will you write me a Narnia drabble? Lucy-centric (any age), prompt: rain

[nekare.livejournal.com]

Well of course! Haha :)

Yayz!! I just re-watched the movie yesterday, and I'm just starting the sixth book so I'm just in the mood for this. ^-^ (well, er, tomorrow. I'm kinda half-asleep right now XD)

[nekare.livejournal.com]

This has been, by far, the most entertaining drabble I've written today. :)) (and the best, too XD)

Reaching Out
Narnia – Lucy-centric – Rain – 257 words

Lucy stares at the ocean painted orange with the first rays of light, imagines the warmth engulfing her and the salt on her skin; and yet she can’t help but long irrationally of ice cold waves and gray rain splattering the windows. She shakes her head, leans against the wall of her room in Cair Paravel, and buries the thought in her mind.

---

“Do you ever feel like there’s something beyond Narnia?” Lucy asks Mr. Tumnus some days later while on a picnic, as Edmund and Peter talk about politics while they practice swordsmanship and Susan is dancing with the dryads.

“You mean beyond Calormen or the Lone Islands? Not really. Narnia is everything I could ever want.”

“Everything one could ever want… Yes, I guess that’s true.” She says in a murmur, her mind far away.

Mr. Tumnus tickles her nose with his scarf, and as she laughs she forgets all about it.

---

(She often dreams about a sweet-looking woman singing her lullabies. When she wakes, she feels as if she ought to remember her, that she had been once important, but she doesn’t, and she fiddles with her fingers in anguish.)

---

When she’s twenty-four, the sharp pine needles of the woods turn into soft coat fur, and she stumbles out of a wardrobe into a ten-year-old body she had long forgotten she had once possessed.

So there was something else, she says to herself in those first moments back in England, and then she wants nothing else but to go back home.

[lilian-cho.livejournal.com]

whyamIdoingthis?

*cry*

Aziraphale and/or Crowley discussing the Harry Potter books *g*
...am such a nerd.



And I need to respond to two comments of yours, one about racism and the other about...I totally forgot. Will eventually get around to it, I suppose. Maybe.

[nekare.livejournal.com]

(Ignore the previous comment, I made a mistake with the HTML)
I had soooo much fun with this XD And I'm so going to hell for this title. *looks shifty*

The Holy Book
Good Omens – Aziraphale/Crowley – Harry Potter – 233 words

“Don’t you like them? I made several kids cry when I got myself in the front of the queue to get them, you know?” Said Crowley, looking quite pleased with himself and remembering all those horrible, screeching cries of Mommy! That man stepped on my foot! Ah, life was good. “You ungrateful bastard.” He concluded, warmly.

Aziraphale stared at the colorful cover of the book, an eyebrow raised. He coughed faintly. “Erm, my dear Crowley, I don’t think you know exactly what I do for a living. Existence. Um. That.”

“Of course I do, Angel.” Crowley said as he straddled backwards the chair in front of Aziraphale with a downright dirty grin. “You like books. You caress them obscenely. You don’t sell them because you’re selfish – and isn’t that a sin, mind you?”

Aziraphale pretended he hadn’t heard the last part. “I like old books, Crowley, old, relevant books. And I’m afraid Harry Potter is neither of those.”

“But Harry Potter is cool, and those boys from the Quidditch team are so doing it in the locker rooms.*”

A sigh from Aziraphale. “All right, I’ll read it. Only for you, though.”

Crowley grins, feral and wild. “You always give in at the end.”




*Crowley wasn’t the only one thinking so. Apparently, there was an entire cult over the internet lighting candles and worshiping the idea of the Quidditch-induced orgies. They call themselves ‘fangirls’.

[haltlos.livejournal.com]

I'm in because I already posted it. ;)
Sur I wish for HP but hmm... Pairing. I want something more unconventional.
I guess Ron/Luna it is.
If you need a prompt I could think about something but I'm open minded to everything you come up with. ;)

[nekare.livejournal.com]

You SO get my love for weird pairings while drabbling XD Intersting, this was, but I don't think I'd ever be able to write something longer of them.

Puzzle
HP – Ron/Luna – 179 Words

The ceiling above Ron is yellow, and purple fluffy things that pretend to be clouds move around it with a simple Charm. He closes his eyes, wishes it was all a dream (but not a nightmare) and a figment of his imagination. He opens his eyes, bites his lip and represses the urge to twine his fingers in Luna’s hair.

Morning after, and Ron can’t decide yet if this was a good idea. Luna frowns at him once she wakes up. “Well, aren’t you going to make breakfast for me?” she asks, and Ron’s Oh, goes forgotten as she kisses him.

Ron’s not sure when exactly did the “Ronald!” started to become endearing instead of cringe-worthy, and he’ll be damned if he admits he sort-of-but-not-really likes the radish earrings, but then again, he’d never been that common anyway.

(Luna connects his freckles with a Muggle permanent marker the next morning, all tickles and sighs for Ron, and she says the freckles form a Kneazle yawning with a awe in her voice.

He somewhat understands why he loves her, then.)

[pezzy387.livejournal.com]

Me me me! (and... to be challenging...)

Remus/Lily. The bridge from the Prisoner of Azkaban movie (you know, the one where Remus mentions Lily to Harry...)

[nekare.livejournal.com]

Soooo sorry for the delay. *looks sheepish*

Denial
HP – Remus/Lily – The bridge in the Azkaban movie – 193 Words

Remus ignores the bridge for two whole months, turning his head elsewhere whenever he happened to walk past by, taking hidden passages that no respectable teacher should really know about just so he wouldn’t have to step on it. In the end, it’s his treacherous mind and the intriguing book about Vampires that makes his feet move on their own and cut through the old wooden bridge with magic bubbling in the seams, keeping it together. He hears the hollow sound of nothing but wood under you (and then a hundred square feet of air and oxygen and some innocent birds), and he remembers.

“I… We shouldn’t…” Remus says the words but doesn’t mean them, a mere prerequisite before he gives in into temptation. Lily kisses his neck, gets her hands under his old jumper, and her voice fills his ears.

“We should.” Her cheeks crimson, her breathing fast, and he can’t even think of deny her. “We should, Remus.”

“We shouldn’t have,” says Remus to the winds in the middle of the bridge, and he comes back for an hour a day for the rest of the term.

Just like old times.

[summerstorm.livejournal.com]

Now I'm going to have a problem with the 'post it to your journal in return' bit but I cannot resist.

Mmm... *thinks* HP. Mandy/Padma with Anthony/Mandy in the background? Prompt: ice-cream.

[nekare.livejournal.com]

Que bueno que ya había checado en el lexicon quien era Mandy (¡De verdad no sabía!), porque si no no se hubiera podido hoy XD (eso si, tuve que checar OotP rápido.) Un poco más pervertido de lo que seguro esperas...

Observant
HP – Padma/Mandy with Mandy/Anthony background – Ice Cream – 155 Words

Padma watches them eating their ice cream, watches them in silence as Anthony wipes Mandy’s cheek with a napkin, the way her eyes shine; and she wishes she could lick the remnants of the treat with her own tongue off Mandy’s nose. She watches them from outside Madam Puddifoot’s her left hand grazing the glass with just a breath of pressure, hidden with a tree’s shade.

She watches, and she learns.

That night, she gets under Mandy’s blankets with a rustle of cloth and a sigh, and Mandy twines their legs together before she’s completely awake. “Missed you today,” she says groggily, and Padma doesn’t say anything at all before kissing her.

Five pieces of discarded clothing later, and she mutters a spell, hears Mandy yelp as the cold hits both of their skins. “Merlin…” says Mandy in a broken voice, and Padma smiles as she starts to lick the ice cream off her body.

[remeciel.livejournal.com]

9th comment! that was close enough!
I want a drabble from you too! :)) Remus and Sirus, please? *pretty please?* I can draw something for you too! XDDD

[nekare.livejournal.com]

Haha, this was so much fun :) From a comic-obsessed to another. XD

Summer Flings
HP – Remus/Sirius – Comics - 148

“Why are you reading comics?”

“Why are you standing upside down?”

“Because I’m bored?”

“Bingo, Padfoot.”

Sirius falls into the ground in a tangle of limbs after having lost his concentration, but Remus keeps on reading, fingers caressing the colorful pages in a quite jealousy-inducing fashion. It’s summer at James’, and the host must currently be shifting nervously from foot to foot in a stuffy family reunion his parents dragged him to, leaving only the other two boys in the empty house.

“Can we play fetch?”

“Too hot.”

“Come on, Moony, you’re bloody boring today.”

Remus shrugs. “So be it. I don’t feel like doing anything at all today.” He doesn’t lift his eyes from the vague storyline and heroes in tight pants.

A tongue on Remus’ ear, and he stills. “Not even this?” asks Sirius, voice languid and husky. Remus swallows.

“Only if you bring ice.”

“Deal.”

[quietliban.livejournal.com]

Do you have ten yet? If not then, me!

Alias-
Character: Sark
Prompt: Wigs

And Happy belated Easter! It sounds like you had a good one.

[nekare.livejournal.com]

This was... Really, really interesting to do, and I'm not entirely sure it's what you asked for. Really, I ship Sydney/Vaughn! I do!

Obsession
Alias – Vaguely Sark/Sydney – Wigs – 166 Words

Over the years, Sark has grown to hate wigs with a passion.

Paranoia is blooming inside him, and every back of a woman can hide the wretched Sydney Bristow, every flash of too-large sunglasses that hide the sometimes brown, sometimes blue, sometimes green eyes. (blue and green he says to himself, are only on his imagination, and he pulls the trigger to a sorority girl in California, a red-head photographer in Vienna.)

He pulls the hair of the women he fucks, pulls and pulls until their eyes are filled with tears and strands hang from his hand. Someday, he knows, a wig will slip off to show the brown hair he hates. Someday, he knows, so he keeps on pulling and firing and hating (and living).

Munich, and he slams agent Bristow into the wall and hears a bone break. He kisses her instead of killing her, and as he feels the bullet enter his stomach, he’s not surprised at all.

His day has come, after all.

[moonix.livejournal.com]

Mmmmmmmmmm.... *ponders*

Remus/Regulus, jealousy ;)

[nekare.livejournal.com]

Oh, I really like this! Angsiness, I'M BACK!!

You and I Equal Three
HP – Remus/Regulus – Jealousy – 156 Words

Regulus sees the way Remus watches his brother, the way his hand on Sirius’ shoulder will linger for too long, the way his smile is always broader while in Sirius’ presence.

He sees it, and he doesn’t like it.

He pulls Remus away the next time he sees him alone, presses him against a suit of armor and gets his hand inside Remus’ trousers before the other boy can argue. Remus gasps, bites his lip, and Regulus decides to bite it for him until they’re both breathless and flushed. “Stop looking at my brother,” Regulus says a second away from Remus’ climax, and Remus clings a bit afterwards, silently.

Remus kisses him, slow and good, and pushes him away after it. “You’re no one to tell me what to do,” he says, and Regulus sees him leave with a stony expression.

He punches the suit of armor, and lets his knuckles bleed all over his robes.