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Every person on your f-list gets to request a drabble (100 words exactly) from you. In return, they should post this in their journal and write a drabble for you. Post all fandoms you're willing to write for. Your friends can pick a relationship, a story arc, a missing scene, commentary! or pretty much anything they want, unless the author has previously mentioned that they will not write it. They comment with what they want, and you write drabbles and post it in your LiveJournal.
HP, any pairing involving SS, no house-elves, Mrs. Norris, or students, if possible.
I could write a drabble or two tonight...yeah...
ac1d6urnEvery person on your f-list gets to request a drabble (100 words exactly) from you. In return, they should post this in their journal and write a drabble for you. Post all fandoms you're willing to write for. Your friends can pick a relationship, a story arc, a missing scene, commentary! or pretty much anything they want, unless the author has previously mentioned that they will not write it. They comment with what they want, and you write drabbles and post it in your LiveJournal.
HP, any pairing involving SS, no house-elves, Mrs. Norris, or students, if possible.
I could write a drabble or two tonight...yeah...
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Date: 2005-04-20 01:47 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-04-20 02:20 am (UTC)----
Severus strode into Lockhart's messy office. "Exactly what did you think you were accomplishing?" he demanded.
"When?" said Lockhart, twirling his wand with a flourish.
"This morning," said Severus, through gritted teeth. "At breakfast. About love potions."
"Oh, that," tittered Lockhart. "That was just so I could get you here." He twirled his wand again, looking decidedly foolish.
Severus looked bewildered. "What are you babbling about?"
"This," said Lockhart. "Incarcerous!" Ropes shot out of his wand and wound around Severus's arms and legs in a flash.
"What are you doing?!" shouted Severus. "You're mad!"
Lockhart giggled. "Don't worry...just relax..."
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Severus woke up in the dungeons, staring at the ceiling. Sitting up, he realized that he could not remember the last three hours.
Even worse, he realized that his underwear, at some point, had been autographed by Gilderoy Lockhart.
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(no subject)
Date: 2005-04-20 05:36 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-04-20 02:04 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-04-21 12:14 am (UTC)*loves*
*slips you some cream filled bulges*
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Date: 2005-04-21 01:25 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-04-23 12:40 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-04-23 03:12 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-04-20 02:33 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-04-20 11:14 am (UTC)Only Hogwarts was left. Severus ran a hand through his hair and cursed as a green flash of light pulsed faintly in the distance.
"There was nothing we could do," said Minerva. She seemed to be trying to convince herself.
"We're next," he said. "We need to regroup."
She couldn't seem to tear her eyes from the direction of the village. "I hope they escaped," she murmured.
"Minerva, we need to get back to the Headmaster," he said, grabbing her wrist and pulling her. It was drastic, but it snapped her out of her reverie.
"Yes, yes," she said impatiently, breaking free of his hold. "Let's go." She rubbed her eyes fiercely for a moment and then set off for the castle, her posture determined, her cheeks wet.
(no subject)
Date: 2005-04-20 04:46 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-04-20 02:56 am (UTC)I would like a Snape/Lupin, the morning after a night filled with mind-numbing sex. What are their reactions?
*chortles and rubs hands together*
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Date: 2005-04-21 02:35 am (UTC)Severus Snape sat stiffly at the table, fully dressed, scowling.
"What are you doing here?" blurted out Remus.
"Waiting for the Headmaster," said Severus curtly. "We were supposed to meet here."
"He was here last night," said Remus, puzzled. "I don't know where he is now...I went to bed early."
"He isn't at Hogwarts."
"Then he must still be here."
There was a noise, then, and both of them turned to see the Headmaster and Minerva entering the kitchen, flushed and merry. "Tea, dear?" asked the Headmaster.
She smiled sweetly. "Oh, yes. I'm quite thirsty. Are there scones? I've worked up such an appetite!"
Remus and Severus looked at each other, aghast.
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You didn't say who had to have the mind-numbing sex, after all...*grins evilly*
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Date: 2005-04-21 03:31 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-04-23 05:31 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-04-23 03:13 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-04-20 06:42 am (UTC)Hmm...
How 'bout: Umbridge/Filch, using the words "turtle", "broom closet" and "necktie" somewhere in the fic?
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Date: 2005-04-20 11:01 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-04-20 12:41 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-04-21 03:06 am (UTC)The door was covered in lists of banned materials of all kinds, and it took some doing to find the knob. "Filch!" he roared, pulling it open. He froze in shock.
Argus Filch was standing completely still, holding a turtle in one hand and wearing nothing except a necktie.
Severus couldn't stop staring. "What..."
"What are you doing here?" squeaked Filch in a substantially higher voice than normal.
"I...just...you..." Severus could not seem to regain his balance for a moment. Then his eye met the turtle's, who looked positively desperate. "What are you doing?" he demanded.
"I'm waxing my turtle!" said Filch defensively.
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Argh! Sorry, it didn't come out well. But I tried!
(no subject)
Date: 2005-04-21 04:35 am (UTC)"Waxing my turtle" has to be the funniest euphemism I have yet heard...
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Date: 2005-04-20 07:15 am (UTC)How about Snape & Black, a hate story?
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Date: 2005-04-21 03:27 am (UTC)Severus Snape's joy in Black's death was shortlived.
The first day he returned to Grimmauld Place he felt exhilirated. Walking across the threshold gave him a thrill like none other. Even Black's mother couldn't dampen his spirits. He gave Remus a nasty smile and walked into the kitchen.
During the meeting the other members of the Order looked sad. Severus gave his report, detailing the Dark Lord's plans for recovery, rejoicing that Black was not here.
Moody took over next, explaining how they were planning on incarcerating the Death Eaters without Dementors.
That's when he felt it.
The knives were angry. The knives were shaking in the drawer. They hated him, wanted to flay him alive, they wanted to excise his liver and fillet his heart.
Minerva commented that he looked pale, and the feeling faded.
During the next visit the troll's leg muttered nasty bone-breaking curses under its breath.
Then it was the curtains, who wanted to strangle him, stuff his mouth with dust, shred him and rend him.
He dreamed at night that the glasses rose up and crashed over him like a wave, like the deathless wave of the sea, green and shining and suffocating. He dreamed that the stairs were warping and bending and imprisoning him within their knots. He dreamed that the pictures were all blank, emptied of Black, of Lupin, of Potter, that they gleamed and gaped at him, latching onto his robes, pulling, strangling.
In the middle of the night he stole away to Black's grave.
"Stupid bastard," he seethed. "Fine. I'm sorry."
The next meeting he sat quietly. He could just faintly make out the milk-jug, giggling.
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Date: 2005-04-22 08:20 pm (UTC)Thank you. First it's the LJ Anniversary post and now this. Wow. It's my lucky day.
He could just faintly make out the milk-jug, giggling.
I love that line!!!! :D I love the entire thing.
May I link to it from my LJ?
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Date: 2005-04-22 08:24 pm (UTC)In fact, I liked it so much I put it up at
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Date: 2005-04-20 08:49 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-04-22 10:51 pm (UTC)"There is nothing wrong with it," said Pomona Sprout, cheerfully cutting several of the clusters of flowers for him. "This is the prettiest set of verbena plants I've ever seen."
"Prettiest?" said Severus in horror. "I must remind you that attractiveness is nothing compared to usefulness."
Pomona giggled. "Of course, Severus. But if I have the choice, I'd like to surround myself with the nicest flowers I can have. The seed vendor assured me that there was no difference in its application as an ingredient for Dreamless Sleep potions."
"You should have come to me and inquired," he said, with a bit of heat. He appeared flushed. "This strain produces too many flowers and not enough leaves. Attractiveness is no substitute for usefulness!"
Suddenly it occurred to Pomona what the problem was, and she wrapped her arms around him comfortingly. "I was speaking of flowers, my love," she sighed. "As for people, I prefer usefulness...and you are as useful as they come."
He didn't reply, but returned her embrace instead, and she smiled.
(no subject)
Date: 2005-04-23 12:48 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-04-23 10:40 am (UTC)Thanks!
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Date: 2005-04-20 09:45 am (UTC)My request
Date: 2005-04-20 02:35 pm (UTC)How about...SS/Death Eater(s). Probably not Lucius. Non-con/coercion of SS to keep his spying secret from Voldemort. If that's too specific, or giving you a plot bunny is considered insulting, then...
SS in any sort of drabble you'd like to write, as long as Snape's in character. (As much characterisation as you can get in a drabble) OR
SS in a parody sort of drabble.
Re: My request
Date: 2005-04-22 11:01 pm (UTC)Surprised was not the word for what he was feeling. Abject fear and dread were a better approximation.
"What are you doing here?" he said, trying to sound perfectly natural and reasonable.
"A little visit," she giggled. "I thought you might be lonely here."
"I'm rather preoccupied," he said, glancing meaningfully at the potion on his worktable.
"This won't take much time," she said, her dark eyes glittering. He could see something not wholly sane in them.
"This is too much of a risk," he said. "Give me your message and leave, before you're discovered."
She giggled again. "I won't be discovered, Severus. It's just us." She came closer and lifted her arm, and that was when he noticed that her wand was out. "Incarcerous!" she hissed. Cords flowed out of her wand like water, binding themselves around him.
"Stop!" he said uselessly. He was thoroughly trussed.
Her face was now inches away from his. He could see clearly the insane thoughts whirling about her head.
And then he realized that she knew. She knew about his loyalty to Dumbledore. She had found out that he was a spy.
"Ah, Severus," she said in a singsong voice. "Yes, I know...I know who is rotten in the circle..."
He was terrified.
"You'll have to convince me," she said brightly. "Convince me that I shouldn't let it slip." She laughed again, and kissed him, her lips full and blisteringly hot.
Re: My request
Date: 2005-04-23 01:04 pm (UTC)::singing:: I got more than a drabble!
Re: My request
Date: 2005-04-23 03:14 pm (UTC)Late, but hopefully not too late!
Date: 2005-04-21 06:06 am (UTC)Re: Late, but hopefully not too late!
Date: 2005-04-23 12:29 am (UTC)I'll try...
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Severus lingered at his worktable. Cauldrons gleamed and their contents bubbled, and he stirred here, sniffed there. Everything was as it should be.
Each half-formed potion was something brilliant, something amazing. The Order had reached its apex; the War would be here any minute. Dumbledore had given him a list of things to brew, and he had given up his classes for the week.
He could not stop looking at them. Each one was exquisite. Each one a small yet perfect masterpiece. The ingredients on the cutting board were meticulously prepared, minced and shredded and diced, his knife at an elegant angle. He could see, so clearly, the hand of genius that had sliced and stirred. He could see the brilliant mind that had distilled each potion into its most potent form.
The hot, secret workroom was close about him. He felt such pleasure at his creations, staring at them, understanding every nuance. They made him important. They gave him value. He fingered the handle of the knife, smelled the delicate scent of verbena among the ingredients. He breathed out again, licking his lips. He could see who the Master was. His heart gave a jump as he thought of himself, preparing each cauldron, his long fingers oiling the metal, carefully coating the entire surface. He thought of the stirring rods, ebony and silver and rosewood, thought of gripping them, gently but firmly. He could see himself bent over the table, on his toes, to look into the largest cauldron. He could see himself handling the knife so expertly, his motions precise.
Merlin, how he loved the sweet fumes of the intermediary stage of the Caustic Smoke potion, the most powerful aphrodesiac he'd ever experienced.
Re: Late, but hopefully not too late!
Date: 2005-04-23 02:13 pm (UTC)Thank you! Mmm, stirring rods... ;)
Re: Late, but hopefully not too late!
Date: 2005-04-23 03:15 pm (UTC)