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Holiday Drabbles!
Here's those drabbles you guys all requested. =)
Title: Under the Table
Fandom: Across the Universe
Pairing: Max/Jude
Rating: PG-13
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the_mogget said MAX/JUDE MAX/JUDE ...or Max/Anybody, really. Max/me. ilu, where are you? *clings* Haha, write about Max and Jude's knees doing it. Doooo it. and I want this knee porn at the Thanksgiving table. Or maybe after. But I want heavy turkey influence. AND Speaking of sauce, I want mention of cranberries in that knee!porn. CRANBERRIES!! All about the same fecking prompt. Fucking a.
Thanksgiving Day was spent at a small, overly crowded diner. The table they had been given was meant to seat four, but they had somehow managed to squish nearly twice as many people around it. Jude and Max were sitting across from one another, knee to knee, shin to shin, jeans rubbing against each other with every single movement, however minute.
‘So,’ Jude said between bites of cranberry sauce and turkey. ‘I wonder how much this place rakes in on holidays alone?’ At some point, one of them had began rubbing his leg up and down, knees gliding together as the movement continued.
‘Shitloads,’ Max said. He started to run a foot up Jude’s leg, but found he couldn’t do that without also rubbing everyone else at the table. He instead chose to rub knees in an almost erotic sort of way. From the way Jude was blushing, he wasn’t the only one who thought so.
Over the kneecap, down to the shin, up the lower thigh. Over and over the ministrations continued, until Jude, and Max as well, had to excuse himself from the table.
Title: That Time of Year
Fandom: Strangers with Candy
Pairing: Homos
Rating: PG
nerdork said I'd love something focused on Noblet from SWC. With, um. Sweaters. And rotisserie chicken.
It was that time of year again, and Chuck was dreading that fact just as he did every other time 'that time of year' rolled around. He hated Christmas, and he hated having Christmas with whats-her-face and that kid, and did he mention he hated Christmas? Yes, he believes he did.
She always made a ham for their Christmas dinner. Chuck liked ham, it was food after all, but who the hell made ham for Christmas dinner? Most normal people, who were not Clarence... no... Christy? Cath? Cate? Who knows. Most people who were not that lady he was married to made turkey. Or at least chicken. He loved chicken.
Geoffrey always made chicken. Or rather, he bought some of that rotisserie chicken from the grocery store. Chuck could never sit down and eat dinner with him, of course, he was happily married to his wife who he was married to. Once she was asleep he liked to sneak out of her house and go to Geoffrey's fridge to devour the delicious, ambrosial chicken inside. Sometimes he would get caught and Geoffrey would yell at him about the dangers of eating cold meat ('You could get salmonella, or ecoli, or... herpes, Chuck!'), but other times he would slide into Geoffrey's bed, chicken leg in hand, and go to sleep. Which was perfectly okay because he was tired, and tired trumps married any day. Or night, as it were.
Back to the 'hating Christmas'. Chuck also hated Christmas because he always got ridiculously ugly sweaters that he had to return the next day. This caused tears from the wife, and tears from Geoffrey, and maybe even some tears from him, so it was an unpleasant affair all around. He usually ended up keeping the sweaters and even wearing them.
So yes, Chuck hated Christmas, and ugly sweaters, and that goddamn honey-baked ham. But he loved the rotisserie chicken, herpes or not, so he guessed it was sort of okay.
Title: The Epic of Amber
Fandom: House MD… mostly
Character: Amber
Rating: PG
the_mogget said Write something about Amber. An all encompassing fic that will fill me in to the whole plot of House for the past two seasons. But leaning heavily on her and her being robbed.
I won't get it, but you'd enjoy writing it.
This is crack!fic and it is ridiculous. Seriously.
Once upon a time there lived a show called House M.D. (yes, lived) and a tosspot named Margaret. Why such a devastatingly brilliant piece of television and an obviously intellectually challenged woman should exist together in the same "once upon a time", I cannot tell you. Something about yin and yang and such.
Anyway, Margaret is not the point of this story. Actually, she has nothing to do with it whatsoever. Off you go, mister. Tood-a-loo. Damn retard hasn't even seen all of House.
On to the story: This fair House M.D. was a spectacular piece of work (unlike Margaret) that was loved by all (even the hosers who don't watch it). Some stuff happened, some patients had diseases, some rape ran rampant, and some sex was had in closets, sleep labs, hotel rooms, and probably a clinic room or two. I'd bet on it. Then, one bright and shining day, a beautiful ray of moonlight (not sunlight, that stuff causes cancer!) named Amber Volakis entered our lives through this show and the world was at peace.
Nobody seemed to understand this, however. Least of all Margaret. Amber was intelligent, funny, and just all around amazing, but the general population (read: Hallie and Margaret and Kim and my mother and all the other people who don't like Amber) took her for granted and now she is gone, goooone. Nice going, guys. Good job. Really. I'm proud of you. We'll see who has the last laugh when I write up my Will.
The moral of this story, children, is, of course, that Amber is the coolest person who ever did cool and there is nothing you can say to convince this narrator otherwise. So there.
Title: Cranberries are Whores
Fandom: …Cranberries?
Pairing: Cranberries/Me, Cranberries/Turkey Leg, Turkey Leg/Butter
Rating: PG-13? For cranberries?
the_mogget said I want a fic about cranberries. Be it about a human love affair with them, or maybe that cranberries and turkey leg are fucking, I just want cranberry fic.
There should be butter involved too.
Soft, sweet, delightful red juice glides over an overly greedy tongue. Teeth bite down, enjoying every inch of the sweet fruit offered to them by a hand all too eager to slide fingers over yet another delicious morsel. Eyes closed, shoulders relaxed, soft moans escaping lips. The cranberries have an aphrodisical affect, that is quite apparent, and nothing causes pleasure quite like they can.
From afar, a lonely turkey leg watches the exchange, jealousy raging deep inside. Not so long ago, those same cranberries had graced its side, their soft skin caressing that of the turkey, their juices melding. Now it can only feel the greasy caress of the butter, who has slid over from the potatoes, hell bent on having a turn with everything on the plate.
Up above, another cranberry is devoured.
Title: Adventures with Queso Dip
Fandom: Kenzie and Nina Fandom =P
Characters: Kenzie and Nina
Rating: G
x_lostgirl_x said i wants, us on an adventure.
It was a Tuesday. The air was chill, the sun was warm, and a soft breeze blew through the air. Diagnosis: Perfect adventure weather. Treatment: At least two hours of unadulterated madness, with a side of queso dip. Nina and Kenzie were ready for action.
First a stop at Fred Meyer's was needed, for the queso dip, of course. Our two heroes DASHED through the store, grabbing queso dip and chips and a few drinks as well, before heading over to the self check-out. Spanish was the chosen language, cash and coins the chosen payment, and after ten minutes of inserting coins into the slot, the food was paid for and it was time to go outside!
Finding a table, the two sat down and began to devour their chosen form of nourishment. Some not-so-cool people passed by, giving Nina and Kenzie some funny looks, but little care was given to them! They were, of course, not even close to being cool enough for Nina and Kenzie.
Talks were had, fingers were dirtied, and tummies were filled. The afternoon faded as quickly as the food did, and adventure time was over.
But fear not, ladies and gentlemen, adventures are always to be had when Nina and Kenzie are around!
Title: Serving
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Voldemort/Lucius
Rating: R
sarcastistic said Lucius/Tom Riddle. Lolz. But really. =O Tom Riddle and Voldemort are technically different… but I did Voldemort. Hope that works. =)
A snake-like tongue runs over your skin. It feels more odd than pleasurable, but you must allow it, and so you do. Almost transparent skin clashes against your pale complexion, and it seems odd, because this is the only coupling where your skin is far darker than that of the other. Harsh, never gentle fingers scratch at your skin, tugging and scraping and generally wreaking havoc.
You don't get any physical enjoyment from this, only the knowledge that you are serving your Dark Lord, and that is really all that matters right now.
Title: Walking In
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Remus/Sirius/Regulus
Rating: R
noneedofcrepe said Well in that case, let's (and my 'let's I mean 'I shall') bring two great pairings together and ask for Sirius/Remus/Regulus. Not necessarily in that sequence. XD
It was the end of his fifth year (Sirius' sixth) by the time he found out about his brother and the Lupin boy. Regulus has no idea how long the two had been together prior to the day he walked in on them, but from that day forward the relationship fascinated him.
Cool lips brushing fiery red skin, fingers gripping hair, trailing down tender skin. He hadn't been noticed, thankfully, but he had seen it all from the doorway of an abandoned closet in a deserted hallway. Gasps and moans and cries filled his ears, filled his mind, and still did.
From then on those sounds and sights and smells were all that filled his mind any time he saw the two, together or apart. He often wondered how the two worked so well together, anyway. Sirius was boisterous and mischievous and obnoxious, while Remus was calm and caring and studious. One wouldn't think they'd be the best of friends, let alone lovers, but they apparently were. And they worked so well in that second sense, Regulus knew this.
The summer passed, and then the fall, and soon it was almost time for Regulus to go home for Winter break. He wanted to say goodbye to Sirius before he left, so he waited in the shadows outside the Gryffindor common room until he happened to hear somebody say the password. He waited until they were gone, got through the portrait, and went up to Sirius' dorm.
Familiar sounds met his ears, and he almost turned back, but an equally familiar voice stopped him.
"Come back for another taste, eh little brother?" Sirius said, his posture and his voice oozing of ease and comfort.
"Well, I uh... I came to say goodbye. Christmas. And such. You know. Um." Regulus wanted to avert his eyes from the naked bodies in front of him, but he found he could not. He'd seen Sirius' quite a bit, growing up together and all, but Remus' was mostly a mystery to him. The boy's pale skin was covered in even paler scars, white as the moon, yet it was beautiful nonetheless. He couldn't help but stare.
"Well then," Sirius said, sharing a look with Remus, who grinned and nodded. "Why don't you come over here and say goodbye to us?"
Title: Gifts
Fandom: House MD
Pairing: House/Wilson
Rating: G
rokukitty said HOWSE!!
'Wilson!' House called out, rattling said Wilson's doorknob. 'Let me in, come on.' He rattled some more, for good measure, and then went back into his office. He hopped over the barricade in between his part of the balcony and Wilson's, then went in through the back door.
Wilson was sitting on the floor, surrounded by wrapping paper, bows, ribbons, and other sorts of present wrapping accessories. He looked up when he heard the noise of the opening door, then quickly shoved something behind his back. 'House, get out! I'm busy here.'
'I can see that,' House said, sitting in Wilson's chair. 'What'd you get me?'
'Nothing at all. Now leave,' Wilson replied with a scowl. 'You ruin everything, you know that?'
'Sure I do.' House pulled something out of his pocket, threw it at Wilson, and left with a, 'Merry Christmas... or something. You're Jewish.'
Wilson laughed as he finished wrapping House's gift.
Title: Antici…pation!
Fandom: Harry Potter
Characters: Fred, George, and Molly Weasley
Rating: G
haro said Weasley Twins gen fic!
'Fred! George! Get away from those!'
'I know not of what you are talking about, oh dear mother of mine.'
'I would have to say you are going mad. There is nothing to get away from that I can see.'
Molly glared at Fred and George, who were currently attempting to open all of their presents.
'Christmas is in two days. You can wait.' She slapped their hands, knocking boxes out of them, and pushed them away from their small tree. 'It really isn't that hard.'
'Of course it is.'
'I think I am going to die by tomorrow from all the anticipation.'
'Off you go, to your room!' she shouted. The boys cast a glance at one another, grinned, then merrily went on their way.
Molly, totally unaware of that fact that they had shoved a few small gifts into their pockets, just shook her head.
Title: Giving
Fandom: Harry Potter
Characters: Sirius and Regulus
Rating: PG
incoherent_me said ...Reg/Sirius :D It is more gen than anything, but we can pretend there is mad sex going on, alright?
Christmas was never a jolly affair in the Black household. Favouritism was always shown to Regulus, who received many a present, and Sirius never really received anything at all from his parents.
'Here,' Regulus would say, shoving one of his many boxes towards his older brother. 'From me.'
'I don't want your leftovers, Reg. It's yours,' Sirius would reply, scowl firmly in place.
As they got older, Regulus never stopped trying to give at least half of what he received to Sirius, who always turned him down. 'You can keep it all, really.'
One year, Regulus got fed up with it. 'Why can't you just let me be nice? I don't need all this shit, and you deserve it more than I do!'
'I've got the best brother anyone could hope for, why would I need all that junk?' Sirius said, not even looking up from what he was doing. Regulus just smiled.
Title: Confusion
Fandom: Harry Potter
Characters: Fred and George
Rating: G
For Skittlez. ♥
It was just past midnight, and all the corridors of Hogwarts were clear, dark, and silent. Except for one, of course, and that happened to be the one a pair called Fred and George were occupying. They quickly exited the corridor, ran into a bathroom, and locked themselves in a stall. Leaning against the walls (Fred on the left, George on the right), they faced one another.
'Well then Fred, Happy Christmas,' George said, handing over a cup to Fred.
'Likewise, George,' Fred replied, also handing over a cup to his twin.
George plucked a hair from Fred's head, and at the same time Fred returned the favour. They placed the stolen hairs into their respective cups, gulped them down, and waited.
After the polyjuice potion had worked its magic, they grinned at one another.
'Lets see them all try and tell us apart now,' Fred said. Or maybe it was George...
Title: Bacon
Fandom: Harry Potter
Character: Harry P
Rating: G
peace_piper said Harry Potter!
Harry had seen a lot of bacon in his life. He cooked it for Dudley every morning, after all. Sometimes in the afternoon as well. Or in the evening. Often at night. Sometimes even after most decent people had gone to bed without a thought of bacon in the head.
The point was, Harry knew his way around bacon.
So when Mrs. Weasley placed a plate in front of him for the first time, he didn't think anything of it (other than thinking that, for once, he wasn't the one who made it) as he took a bite.
That first bite was all it took to get him hooked. Mrs. Weasley's bacon was a gift from the heavens, and there wasn't anything anyone could ever say to convince him otherwise.
Title: Under the Table
Fandom: Across the Universe
Pairing: Max/Jude
Rating: PG-13
the_mogget said MAX/JUDE MAX/JUDE ...or Max/Anybody, really. Max/me. ilu, where are you? *clings* Haha, write about Max and Jude's knees doing it. Doooo it. and I want this knee porn at the Thanksgiving table. Or maybe after. But I want heavy turkey influence. AND Speaking of sauce, I want mention of cranberries in that knee!porn. CRANBERRIES!! All about the same fecking prompt. Fucking a. Thanksgiving Day was spent at a small, overly crowded diner. The table they had been given was meant to seat four, but they had somehow managed to squish nearly twice as many people around it. Jude and Max were sitting across from one another, knee to knee, shin to shin, jeans rubbing against each other with every single movement, however minute.
‘So,’ Jude said between bites of cranberry sauce and turkey. ‘I wonder how much this place rakes in on holidays alone?’ At some point, one of them had began rubbing his leg up and down, knees gliding together as the movement continued.
‘Shitloads,’ Max said. He started to run a foot up Jude’s leg, but found he couldn’t do that without also rubbing everyone else at the table. He instead chose to rub knees in an almost erotic sort of way. From the way Jude was blushing, he wasn’t the only one who thought so.
Over the kneecap, down to the shin, up the lower thigh. Over and over the ministrations continued, until Jude, and Max as well, had to excuse himself from the table.
Title: That Time of Year
Fandom: Strangers with Candy
Pairing: Homos
Rating: PG
nerdork said I'd love something focused on Noblet from SWC. With, um. Sweaters. And rotisserie chicken. It was that time of year again, and Chuck was dreading that fact just as he did every other time 'that time of year' rolled around. He hated Christmas, and he hated having Christmas with whats-her-face and that kid, and did he mention he hated Christmas? Yes, he believes he did.
She always made a ham for their Christmas dinner. Chuck liked ham, it was food after all, but who the hell made ham for Christmas dinner? Most normal people, who were not Clarence... no... Christy? Cath? Cate? Who knows. Most people who were not that lady he was married to made turkey. Or at least chicken. He loved chicken.
Geoffrey always made chicken. Or rather, he bought some of that rotisserie chicken from the grocery store. Chuck could never sit down and eat dinner with him, of course, he was happily married to his wife who he was married to. Once she was asleep he liked to sneak out of her house and go to Geoffrey's fridge to devour the delicious, ambrosial chicken inside. Sometimes he would get caught and Geoffrey would yell at him about the dangers of eating cold meat ('You could get salmonella, or ecoli, or... herpes, Chuck!'), but other times he would slide into Geoffrey's bed, chicken leg in hand, and go to sleep. Which was perfectly okay because he was tired, and tired trumps married any day. Or night, as it were.
Back to the 'hating Christmas'. Chuck also hated Christmas because he always got ridiculously ugly sweaters that he had to return the next day. This caused tears from the wife, and tears from Geoffrey, and maybe even some tears from him, so it was an unpleasant affair all around. He usually ended up keeping the sweaters and even wearing them.
So yes, Chuck hated Christmas, and ugly sweaters, and that goddamn honey-baked ham. But he loved the rotisserie chicken, herpes or not, so he guessed it was sort of okay.
Title: The Epic of Amber
Fandom: House MD… mostly
Character: Amber
Rating: PG
the_mogget said Write something about Amber. An all encompassing fic that will fill me in to the whole plot of House for the past two seasons. But leaning heavily on her and her being robbed. I won't get it, but you'd enjoy writing it.
This is crack!fic and it is ridiculous. Seriously.
Once upon a time there lived a show called House M.D. (yes, lived) and a tosspot named Margaret. Why such a devastatingly brilliant piece of television and an obviously intellectually challenged woman should exist together in the same "once upon a time", I cannot tell you. Something about yin and yang and such.
Anyway, Margaret is not the point of this story. Actually, she has nothing to do with it whatsoever. Off you go, mister. Tood-a-loo. Damn retard hasn't even seen all of House.
On to the story: This fair House M.D. was a spectacular piece of work (unlike Margaret) that was loved by all (even the hosers who don't watch it). Some stuff happened, some patients had diseases, some rape ran rampant, and some sex was had in closets, sleep labs, hotel rooms, and probably a clinic room or two. I'd bet on it. Then, one bright and shining day, a beautiful ray of moonlight (not sunlight, that stuff causes cancer!) named Amber Volakis entered our lives through this show and the world was at peace.
Nobody seemed to understand this, however. Least of all Margaret. Amber was intelligent, funny, and just all around amazing, but the general population (read: Hallie and Margaret and Kim and my mother and all the other people who don't like Amber) took her for granted and now she is gone, goooone. Nice going, guys. Good job. Really. I'm proud of you. We'll see who has the last laugh when I write up my Will.
The moral of this story, children, is, of course, that Amber is the coolest person who ever did cool and there is nothing you can say to convince this narrator otherwise. So there.
Title: Cranberries are Whores
Fandom: …Cranberries?
Pairing: Cranberries/Me, Cranberries/Turkey Leg, Turkey Leg/Butter
Rating: PG-13? For cranberries?
the_mogget said I want a fic about cranberries. Be it about a human love affair with them, or maybe that cranberries and turkey leg are fucking, I just want cranberry fic. There should be butter involved too.
Soft, sweet, delightful red juice glides over an overly greedy tongue. Teeth bite down, enjoying every inch of the sweet fruit offered to them by a hand all too eager to slide fingers over yet another delicious morsel. Eyes closed, shoulders relaxed, soft moans escaping lips. The cranberries have an aphrodisical affect, that is quite apparent, and nothing causes pleasure quite like they can.
From afar, a lonely turkey leg watches the exchange, jealousy raging deep inside. Not so long ago, those same cranberries had graced its side, their soft skin caressing that of the turkey, their juices melding. Now it can only feel the greasy caress of the butter, who has slid over from the potatoes, hell bent on having a turn with everything on the plate.
Up above, another cranberry is devoured.
Title: Adventures with Queso Dip
Fandom: Kenzie and Nina Fandom =P
Characters: Kenzie and Nina
Rating: G
x_lostgirl_x said i wants, us on an adventure. It was a Tuesday. The air was chill, the sun was warm, and a soft breeze blew through the air. Diagnosis: Perfect adventure weather. Treatment: At least two hours of unadulterated madness, with a side of queso dip. Nina and Kenzie were ready for action.
First a stop at Fred Meyer's was needed, for the queso dip, of course. Our two heroes DASHED through the store, grabbing queso dip and chips and a few drinks as well, before heading over to the self check-out. Spanish was the chosen language, cash and coins the chosen payment, and after ten minutes of inserting coins into the slot, the food was paid for and it was time to go outside!
Finding a table, the two sat down and began to devour their chosen form of nourishment. Some not-so-cool people passed by, giving Nina and Kenzie some funny looks, but little care was given to them! They were, of course, not even close to being cool enough for Nina and Kenzie.
Talks were had, fingers were dirtied, and tummies were filled. The afternoon faded as quickly as the food did, and adventure time was over.
But fear not, ladies and gentlemen, adventures are always to be had when Nina and Kenzie are around!
Title: Serving
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Voldemort/Lucius
Rating: R
sarcastistic said Lucius/Tom Riddle. Lolz. But really. =O Tom Riddle and Voldemort are technically different… but I did Voldemort. Hope that works. =) A snake-like tongue runs over your skin. It feels more odd than pleasurable, but you must allow it, and so you do. Almost transparent skin clashes against your pale complexion, and it seems odd, because this is the only coupling where your skin is far darker than that of the other. Harsh, never gentle fingers scratch at your skin, tugging and scraping and generally wreaking havoc.
You don't get any physical enjoyment from this, only the knowledge that you are serving your Dark Lord, and that is really all that matters right now.
Title: Walking In
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Remus/Sirius/Regulus
Rating: R
noneedofcrepe said Well in that case, let's (and my 'let's I mean 'I shall') bring two great pairings together and ask for Sirius/Remus/Regulus. Not necessarily in that sequence. XD It was the end of his fifth year (Sirius' sixth) by the time he found out about his brother and the Lupin boy. Regulus has no idea how long the two had been together prior to the day he walked in on them, but from that day forward the relationship fascinated him.
Cool lips brushing fiery red skin, fingers gripping hair, trailing down tender skin. He hadn't been noticed, thankfully, but he had seen it all from the doorway of an abandoned closet in a deserted hallway. Gasps and moans and cries filled his ears, filled his mind, and still did.
From then on those sounds and sights and smells were all that filled his mind any time he saw the two, together or apart. He often wondered how the two worked so well together, anyway. Sirius was boisterous and mischievous and obnoxious, while Remus was calm and caring and studious. One wouldn't think they'd be the best of friends, let alone lovers, but they apparently were. And they worked so well in that second sense, Regulus knew this.
The summer passed, and then the fall, and soon it was almost time for Regulus to go home for Winter break. He wanted to say goodbye to Sirius before he left, so he waited in the shadows outside the Gryffindor common room until he happened to hear somebody say the password. He waited until they were gone, got through the portrait, and went up to Sirius' dorm.
Familiar sounds met his ears, and he almost turned back, but an equally familiar voice stopped him.
"Come back for another taste, eh little brother?" Sirius said, his posture and his voice oozing of ease and comfort.
"Well, I uh... I came to say goodbye. Christmas. And such. You know. Um." Regulus wanted to avert his eyes from the naked bodies in front of him, but he found he could not. He'd seen Sirius' quite a bit, growing up together and all, but Remus' was mostly a mystery to him. The boy's pale skin was covered in even paler scars, white as the moon, yet it was beautiful nonetheless. He couldn't help but stare.
"Well then," Sirius said, sharing a look with Remus, who grinned and nodded. "Why don't you come over here and say goodbye to us?"
Title: Gifts
Fandom: House MD
Pairing: House/Wilson
Rating: G
rokukitty said HOWSE!! 'Wilson!' House called out, rattling said Wilson's doorknob. 'Let me in, come on.' He rattled some more, for good measure, and then went back into his office. He hopped over the barricade in between his part of the balcony and Wilson's, then went in through the back door.
Wilson was sitting on the floor, surrounded by wrapping paper, bows, ribbons, and other sorts of present wrapping accessories. He looked up when he heard the noise of the opening door, then quickly shoved something behind his back. 'House, get out! I'm busy here.'
'I can see that,' House said, sitting in Wilson's chair. 'What'd you get me?'
'Nothing at all. Now leave,' Wilson replied with a scowl. 'You ruin everything, you know that?'
'Sure I do.' House pulled something out of his pocket, threw it at Wilson, and left with a, 'Merry Christmas... or something. You're Jewish.'
Wilson laughed as he finished wrapping House's gift.
Title: Antici…pation!
Fandom: Harry Potter
Characters: Fred, George, and Molly Weasley
Rating: G
haro said Weasley Twins gen fic! 'Fred! George! Get away from those!'
'I know not of what you are talking about, oh dear mother of mine.'
'I would have to say you are going mad. There is nothing to get away from that I can see.'
Molly glared at Fred and George, who were currently attempting to open all of their presents.
'Christmas is in two days. You can wait.' She slapped their hands, knocking boxes out of them, and pushed them away from their small tree. 'It really isn't that hard.'
'Of course it is.'
'I think I am going to die by tomorrow from all the anticipation.'
'Off you go, to your room!' she shouted. The boys cast a glance at one another, grinned, then merrily went on their way.
Molly, totally unaware of that fact that they had shoved a few small gifts into their pockets, just shook her head.
Title: Giving
Fandom: Harry Potter
Characters: Sirius and Regulus
Rating: PG
incoherent_me said ...Reg/Sirius :D It is more gen than anything, but we can pretend there is mad sex going on, alright? Christmas was never a jolly affair in the Black household. Favouritism was always shown to Regulus, who received many a present, and Sirius never really received anything at all from his parents.
'Here,' Regulus would say, shoving one of his many boxes towards his older brother. 'From me.'
'I don't want your leftovers, Reg. It's yours,' Sirius would reply, scowl firmly in place.
As they got older, Regulus never stopped trying to give at least half of what he received to Sirius, who always turned him down. 'You can keep it all, really.'
One year, Regulus got fed up with it. 'Why can't you just let me be nice? I don't need all this shit, and you deserve it more than I do!'
'I've got the best brother anyone could hope for, why would I need all that junk?' Sirius said, not even looking up from what he was doing. Regulus just smiled.
Title: Confusion
Fandom: Harry Potter
Characters: Fred and George
Rating: G
For Skittlez. ♥
It was just past midnight, and all the corridors of Hogwarts were clear, dark, and silent. Except for one, of course, and that happened to be the one a pair called Fred and George were occupying. They quickly exited the corridor, ran into a bathroom, and locked themselves in a stall. Leaning against the walls (Fred on the left, George on the right), they faced one another.
'Well then Fred, Happy Christmas,' George said, handing over a cup to Fred.
'Likewise, George,' Fred replied, also handing over a cup to his twin.
George plucked a hair from Fred's head, and at the same time Fred returned the favour. They placed the stolen hairs into their respective cups, gulped them down, and waited.
After the polyjuice potion had worked its magic, they grinned at one another.
'Lets see them all try and tell us apart now,' Fred said. Or maybe it was George...
Title: Bacon
Fandom: Harry Potter
Character: Harry P
Rating: G
peace_piper said Harry Potter! Harry had seen a lot of bacon in his life. He cooked it for Dudley every morning, after all. Sometimes in the afternoon as well. Or in the evening. Often at night. Sometimes even after most decent people had gone to bed without a thought of bacon in the head.
The point was, Harry knew his way around bacon.
So when Mrs. Weasley placed a plate in front of him for the first time, he didn't think anything of it (other than thinking that, for once, he wasn't the one who made it) as he took a bite.
That first bite was all it took to get him hooked. Mrs. Weasley's bacon was a gift from the heavens, and there wasn't anything anyone could ever say to convince him otherwise.