amanuensis1 | Lj Drabble Night, Feb 27, 2004

The theme was "Games."

Snape/Black. Cops'n'Robbers. (challenge by Blue)

"Oh, do come down from there, Black," said Snape.

There was a thud as the individual--Black, of course--lost his grip and came down. On his feet, so, Snape saw no reason for the yowl of pain. "How'd you know it was me?"

Snape didn't even turn. "Really, Black."

"Miss me?"

"Give me one reason why I shouldn't scream for the authorities right now."

"Oh, it's going to be like that, is it?" Sirius came forward, grinning. "All right. Snap on the restraints. Have your wicked way with me."

"This is Hogwarts, and you are a fugitive. If anyone saw you enter, they'll wonder immediately why I'm not raising the alarm. Can you find some way of not placing us all at risk next time, you selfish bastard?"

"I like my idea better."

Snape rolled his eyes.

Although...

The set of wristcuffs in the closet had been neglected, recently.

Weasley Twin(s)/Anyone. Trivial Pursuit. (challenge by

dragon_light)

"Put that down," murmurs Voldemort, and though he has not named either one of them, both of the twins set down their respective unlit firework and glass flute immediately.

Nor do they wait, but approach their master as soon as the items have been discarded.

"Yes, my lord."

"How may we serve, my lord?"

Voldemort reaches out a hand, pets the fire-bright hair of each. "I would prefer a different entertainment just now. Go to the bedroom and disrobe. I shall be there shortly."

"Yes, my lord," comes dual-voiced, their eyes not remotely dull nor broken. No, they are animated, respectful. Voldemort's minions did an especially fine job with these two.

Court jesters and court concubines in one. Has any emperor ever been so fortunate?

Snape/Hagrid. Apples To Apples (challenge by

goseaward)

"I c'n fix that leak in the ceiling," says Hagrid.

"Merlin, drink this before you give me that cold," says Snape.

"Yer so tense. Let me see what I c'n do with those shoulders," says Hagrid.

"I'll be out well past midnight tomorrow. Don't sit up worrying," says Snape.

"Didn't think you had time to cook. Stew's in the cauldron on the hearth," says Hagrid.

"I thought your umbrella looked a bit shabby around the edges. Bought you a yellow one," says Snape.

"Yer mother firecalled. I gave her yer love," says Hagrid.

"Your hut's a fright. Don't you ever clean? Oh, never mind, I'll do it," says Snape.

"Good night," says Hagrid.

"Good night," says Snape.

And there are good-night kisses.

They can translate.

Ron/Harry. Candyland. (challenge by

rosesanguina)

"What can I get you?" A wrinkled, but beloved, hand pushes the wisps of grey hair away from Ron's forehead. "Tea? Broth?"

"I'm fine."

Harry's face breaks into a smile. "How about a Chocolate Frog?"

Ron's happy to see Harry smile at his own joke. "You know--" he does his best to sit up on his arthritic elbows; Harry's hand goes automatically to pull up the pillow behind his head--"Mum never believed me when I told her I could feel those jumping in my stomach for hours, after. Said it was my imagination."

"Well, she was wrong." Harry cleans his spectacles, replaces them. Ron knows he's blinking to hide tears, though.

Ron's own vision is blurring. "You know, maybe I will have tea."

He doesn't want Harry at the bedside, when it happens. Perhaps, on one of Harry's trips to the kitchen, fate will be kind to him.

Harry/Sirius. Blind Man's Bluff. (challenge by

cluegirl)

"No. Go back to your own room. To your own bed."

Harry doesn't budge. "I know you like guys."

"That has absolutely nothing to do with it. Go."

"I know you like me."

"Yes, I like you, but not in that way. Get--Christ, Harry, are you naked?"

"Yes. So are you. And you're lying."

"The hell."

"Remus told me."

Sirius is silent for a moment. A crucial moment. Then: "Remus has a big mouth, you know that?"

Harry gets closer, and right then Sirius can't bring himself to push his godson--his naked godson--away. "So do you."

Tricksy little brat. Sirius doesn't even have time to protest the trap before Harry's silencing him further with his own, hot, sweet, anything but big, mouth.

Marcus/Oliver, Risk. (challenge by

prillalar)

Flint is on his knees in front of Oliver, who can't form words right now. His fingers are gripping Flint's shoulders, and Flint's mouth is doing criminally wonderful things to his cock, while his fingers perform similar illegalities to his balls and the crack of his arse. Oliver would like to say, "Stop," or "Yes," or "More," something, but that just isn't possible right now.

It's not possible until after he comes.

Flint is sitting back, licking his lips obscenely and grinning, when Oliver finally says, "Fuck." He swallows against a dry throat. "You don't waste time sweet-talking, do you?"

"Fuck sweet talk. Sweet talk to get to sex is like starting in Europe when you're playing Risk."

Oliver blinks. "Pardon?"

"Start in Australia and conquer, my friend. And that--" he tweaks Oliver's sated prick-- "that's Australia, that is."

Oliver thinks Flint's mixed his metaphors, but he doesn’t care.

Current Music: "Big Rock Star" (is that Frank Zappa?)

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From:

dphearson.livejournal.com

Oh, fun!

The Weasleys bit was very funny indeed, as was the Marcus/Oliver. Oh what silly fun this was! Thank you!

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Semolina Pilcher, Pornographic Priestess

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