Jan. 8th, 2010 09:55 pm
2010 Drabbles and Ficlets: various fandoms
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fox_confessorI've decided to just have one post to stick all of these into.
2010 drabbles and ficlets
Harry Potter: Lily, Severus, implied Lily/James
Lily watched as Severus worked the knife, his fingers moving delicately so as not to crush the valerian root he was slicing into thin strips. They hadn’t spoken in an hour except to mumble instructions and cautions, the potion difficult enough to silence them both, so that when Severus hissed, what do you see in him?” she’d actually looked around, half expecting someone else in the room with them. He was gripping the knife tight enough to make his knuckles go white and she shook her head, her hair brushing against his hand, choking on any answer she could give.
Original
Tabitha stood on the porch with her Aunt Hattie and watched as the taxi that’d brought them trundled down the road and out of sight, a great cloud of dust hanging in the air.
“We could use a good soaking,” Hattie said before she slipped inside, the screen door bouncing.
Tabitha’s mother grew up here and called it God-Forsaken. Tabitha'd looked it up but it didn't begin to cover the ache in her chest when she thought of her momma carried off to heaven and she come to live with her great aunts who she didn't know from no one.
Lotrips: Billy/Hannah
Hannah’s orders were simple: take Boyd to Paddington and don’t let him hold her revolver. He could be charming. Devious. He could be dangerous. With her skirt hitched about her waist, his fingers buried inside her body, his mouth doing wicked things to her own, she’d found he could be all three.
“My gun.”
“What about it?”
“You can’t have it.” Hannah arched her back, pushed his head lower.
“No?” Her eyes snapped shut as he twisted his wrist, and she found she’d be quite willing to give anything if only he didn’t stop. “It’s not your gun I want.”
Sherlock Holmes: Watson/Holmes, Watson/Mary
Pouring out tea for three, Mary averted her eyes when they tumbled into the room, Watson’s belt on the third rather than second notch. Holmes wasn’t the only one skilled at noticing details. She turned her cheek, first to one and then the other, and lifted the teapot. Mary had discovered long ago that to love one was to love the other. They were a matched pair, like the pearl earrings her grandmother had given her many years ago, one useless without its mate. She didn’t mind, not really. She loved Watson and he loved Holmes enough for them both.
2010 drabbles and ficlets
Harry Potter: Lily, Severus, implied Lily/James
Lily watched as Severus worked the knife, his fingers moving delicately so as not to crush the valerian root he was slicing into thin strips. They hadn’t spoken in an hour except to mumble instructions and cautions, the potion difficult enough to silence them both, so that when Severus hissed, what do you see in him?” she’d actually looked around, half expecting someone else in the room with them. He was gripping the knife tight enough to make his knuckles go white and she shook her head, her hair brushing against his hand, choking on any answer she could give.
Original
Tabitha stood on the porch with her Aunt Hattie and watched as the taxi that’d brought them trundled down the road and out of sight, a great cloud of dust hanging in the air.
“We could use a good soaking,” Hattie said before she slipped inside, the screen door bouncing.
Tabitha’s mother grew up here and called it God-Forsaken. Tabitha'd looked it up but it didn't begin to cover the ache in her chest when she thought of her momma carried off to heaven and she come to live with her great aunts who she didn't know from no one.
Lotrips: Billy/Hannah
Hannah’s orders were simple: take Boyd to Paddington and don’t let him hold her revolver. He could be charming. Devious. He could be dangerous. With her skirt hitched about her waist, his fingers buried inside her body, his mouth doing wicked things to her own, she’d found he could be all three.
“My gun.”
“What about it?”
“You can’t have it.” Hannah arched her back, pushed his head lower.
“No?” Her eyes snapped shut as he twisted his wrist, and she found she’d be quite willing to give anything if only he didn’t stop. “It’s not your gun I want.”
Sherlock Holmes: Watson/Holmes, Watson/Mary
Pouring out tea for three, Mary averted her eyes when they tumbled into the room, Watson’s belt on the third rather than second notch. Holmes wasn’t the only one skilled at noticing details. She turned her cheek, first to one and then the other, and lifted the teapot. Mary had discovered long ago that to love one was to love the other. They were a matched pair, like the pearl earrings her grandmother had given her many years ago, one useless without its mate. She didn’t mind, not really. She loved Watson and he loved Holmes enough for them both.
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