#drabble fest

[hergrandplan]

Also I am absolutely participating in Drabble Fest (especially since i'm free next week) so if anyone has requests, feel free to send an ask! I'm specifically taking dialogue prompts, since I like those best, but feel free to send me something else too!

Also, do specify if it's for the drabble thing so I don't get it mixed up with the first sentence game OR some older things I might finally post soon lol

[littlelioncub43]

Look. As I said before, Andy Barber is on my mind A LOT, lately. Lol. Anyways, I was thinking, Reader had a long week of training at a new job (talk about self insert, huh? 😆) and is still studying or reading over new material needed for the new job. And Andy notices Reader has skipped dinner, the excuse always being “I’ll be right, there”. So Andy just brings the food to reader, pampers them in any way he knows how (think in terms of providing snacks, water or tea, reminding them of taking breaks) without disturbing them too much. But at some point, at 2 in the morning, Andy is like “enough, time to turn off the laptop and spend time with me”. And reader is like “Andy, I really have to work through this…” but he won’t take no for an answer. 😏

HeheheHEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!! I'm not sure you meant for this to be smutty and fluffy but Im going to make it straight fluff! 😄

Let's gooooo!

Andy was about to go insane. He was sure of it. He was cracking. The incessant tapping of your fingers flying across the keys of your laptop was driving him nuts. You'd been taking notes for hours. And before that, you were reading over the new material for your job.

You were hold up in your office, the piled of papers, notepads, and pens barricaded you in at your desk. It's been weeks of you stashed away in the office, studying your heart out. Andy understood better than anyone, being a defense attorney— his home away from home was his office.

He'd brought snacks, water, more post-it notes, and sharpies without a single complaint. He knew when to leave you alone to get your work done, and he also knew when to tell you to take a break. And right now was one of those times.

With a gentle knock on the door frame, Andy peeks his head through the open door. "How's it going in here, boss?"

You turn your sore neck to look at him, chuckling at the nickname with a fond roll of your eyes. "It's going good, I just finished with this section."

"Yeah?" He smiled as you yawn, "Then how's about you take a little break, huh?"

"Yeah, soon," you say with a small stretch, already turning back to your laptop.

"You said that last time, Sweets," he says as he enters the room fully, taking his place behind you to massage the tense muscles of your shoulders. "C'mon," he whispers softly as his thumbs dig into the taught knots in your shoulder perfectly, and you almost cave.

"Not yet, I'm almost done," you whine playfully and slump back in your office chair to look up at Andy, already feeling yourself losing this battle.

"Yeah, well you're done for tonight, boss" he hums before kissing your forehead and reaching over to shut your laptop, "time to spend time with me."

"Awwww whaaaat? Work is so much more interesting," you sarcastically pout. You fight off a laugh as best you could at the look Andy gives you.

"Really? This is how you treat me? After all I've done for you?" He feigns hurt, his dramatic tone has you giggling. He smiles at the melodic sound of your laughter and suddenly scoops you up into his arms, carrying you to the couch. "For that comment alone, you owe me 2 hours of cuddle time."

"Whatever you say, boss."

[gosh-whos-to-say]

After the Battle

Written for the @harrypocter Winter Sun drabble fest. Week 1 Prompt - Kingsley Shacklebolt.

Read on AO3

Kingsley appears with a crack in front of a small, familiar cottage and instantly feels the relief spread through his body.

How long has it been since he last slept? 

The front door opens before he can knock, swinging open to show Emmeline, who leans against the doorframe with an unimpressed look on her face.

‘We won.’ His voice is raspy, it’s been a long day of planning, of arguments. Of sorrow swallowed down so he could continue on.

‘I heard. Thirteen hours ago.’

Has it really been that long? He checks his watch and finds that she’s right. He should have come by sooner.

There is just so much to do, and so few people left that can be trusted to do it.

‘Come on in, Minister.’

Ah, so that has been announced too. 

‘It’s just temporary.’ He mutters, feeling his cheeks warm as he crosses the threshold, following the familiar path to the warm kitchen. 

Collapsing into a chair at the kitchen table, he watches Emmeline move through the kitchen, putting the kettle on and pulling the teabags out of the cupboard. She switches off the wireless, the special one that he’d found her, able to pick up the magical stations without a wand to tune it.

Emmeline’s lack of magic is what kept her safe. With it, he has no doubt she would have been standing right next to him last night. For once, their parent's shame at having a Squib daughter doesn’t fill him with anger.

He thinks of Tonks, her grief turning her into a whirl of colour, she’d been so fierce, so powerful in her rage. But in the end, it was her grief that killed her, that kept her rooted to that one spot, protecting Remus even in death. Until she joined him.

He wouldn’t have survived his sister facing the same fate.

A soft tap on his leg pulls Kingsley from his thoughts, ‘Uncle Kingsley?’ turning, he finds two big, brown eyes looking up at him, ‘Mummy says you beat the bad guys.’

Emmeline doesn’t turn from where she’s pouring water into the mugs as she speaks. ‘I know I didn’t just hear Kimberley in this kitchen because it is long past her bedtime.’  

Ignoring her, Kingsley pulls his niece into his lap. ‘We did win, baby girl.’

‘And she said you’re the boss of everyone now.’ She whispers, leaning close to his ear so he has to hold her tight to be sure she doesn’t fall.

‘Yepp, even your Mummy.’ He says, chuckling as Emmeline rolls her eyes, and hands him his tea.

‘You wish.’ There’s no heat behind her words.

They drink their tea in silence, Kimberley falling asleep in his arms, but he doesn’t move her, not even when his own exhaustion creeps at the edge of his mind.

Emmeline reaches across the table, taking his hand and squeezing it softly. She doesn’t say anything, she doesn’t need to. 

He’s glad he’s here too.

[mnemehoshiko]

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[projectotb]

🏳️‍🌈 Project OTB Drabble Fest Masterpost 🏳️‍🌈

you can find the Project OTB collection on ao3 HERE. the submissions are linked below for your convenience! happy reading!

🌈 Fit For A King by homosociallyyours (5.3k)

“I want a fic that captures the euphoric feeling of a trans person, outside of their parents’ transphobic household, finally being able to buy clothes that fit them just right, without having to worry about needing to be gender-conforming at home anymore.”

🌈 And it’s only for the brave…fUcKk! by saintqueer (1.1k)

Why, after singing Only the Brave at his Live from London 2020 livestream, did Louis quietly exclaim “fuck!” into the mic? Well, this is an imagining of why Louis might have done such a thing. It’s a fluffy little drabble about bravery and pride and queer love.

Watch said video and hear Louis' cute little "fUcKk!" at mark 1:45: https://youtu.be/QrER_CTstqc

🌈 Bury me face down by rainblou (5.7k)

It started when he was young. The first time it happened, he didn't know what it meant, neither did the other children around him. Just that he was different in ways people despised.

The first time it happened, he thought he was a she.

or, a collection of moments in Louis' life as he grows up and makes peace with gender.

🌈 i’m just like you by sunflower_lwt (5.1k)

AU. Liam are Louis are best friends, but Liam doesn’t know Louis is gay. They go to a Pride Parade and Louis outs himself later that night.

🌈 Just Wanna Be Loved By You by TimeMovesOn (1.7k)

Louis comes out to his mom and thinks about what it took to get him there.

🌈 Peach Blossom Has Just Begun To Bloom by flamboyo (4k)

Thoughts flood in, a mess of how are you this lovely and I'm gonna have to kiss you again and I'm not letting you go, hope you're alright with that, but what comes out of Louis' mouth is: "Shit, I got glitters all over you." * The Pride parade has always been Louis’ favorite event, but this year it gets even better when he happens to kiss a gorgeous, tattooed stranger. Losing sight of their friends, Louis and Harry decide to spend the march together talking about their identity and their pride, and eventually concluding to never let each other go.

🌈 Mr. Brightside by Kikiberoski16 (2.5k)

Louis reads his old diary from when he was still in school. Teenage Louis was still coming to terms with his sexuality. Coming out to his family and friends was an experience he'll never forget, but reading it back is maybe just as hard.

🌈 Talk with me, Walk with me by loulovehome (3.6k)

"I don't think sex entices me anymore."

AU where Louis and Harry’s relationship develops at the same time that Louis starts figuring out his asexuality.

🌈 When You Know, You Know by Larryissocute (3.6k)

He has been thinking a lot lately, but mostly his thoughts are all scattered about, barely making any sense but successfully giving him a headache to nurse.

Or, Louis has questions he doesn't know how to find the answers of, but he isn't one to back down.

🌈 So bold (make 'em that you're with me) by ThoseFookin_Avacados (1.8k)

"I'm not afraid of coming out, I'm afraid of losing one person I love," He whispered, intertwining their fingers and bringing them up to brush his lips against Harry's knuckles. "For another."

Or, where Louis and Harry have been dating for nearly a year but Louis is not out to his best mate, Zayn.

🌈 How Long Will We Fall (Before We Can Climb) by 4ureyesonly28 (860 words)

Louis' faith in Harry is unbreakable. When they get caught kissing and he is thrown out of his home forever, he has to learn to have faith in himself.

🌈 Plus One by mynameispiaivy (3.1k)

Louis is invited to an event and he has to bring a "plus one".

🌈 Exhilarator by 28sunflowers (3k)

Lou had always felt a little bit different from his peers. It had been a confusing and frustrating affair, to grow up without feeling like he belonged to one role or another. He had had to fight small wars almost everyday, both within himself and against the world.

But then, on the first day of college, a green eyed boy gives him an encouraging smile from across the room and it’s all Louis needs to stand taller and prouder amidst a class full of strangers.

🌈 let me show you by dlibyh28 (1.5k)

After three rounds and several empty bottles, Louis is feeling a bit tipsy and everyone else seems to be enjoying themselves. Niall has just finished his turn, “Never have I ever got a tattoo”, to which everyone else groans and reluctantly drinks. Louis laughs to himself because he remembers the time he swore he’d never get a tattoo, and now he’s got an arm full. At this point, the alcohol slides down Louis’ throat like honey. “Tommo, it’s your turn now.” He hums and looks around the room. Niall’s staring at him, giddy off the high of his last turn. Harry’s got both hands around his drink now, the label torn to pieces on the floor. Zayn and Liam are next to each other, and Louis remembers Zayn telling everyone something that happened a few months ago. a.k.a. everyone plays 'never have i ever', and louis discovers something about himself.

🌈 Could Have Seen It All Along by herefortommo (4k)

Liam is newly out as asexual and is afraid of going to the pride parade alone - both because it’s his first and because he doesn’t know whether aces are welcome, so he asks his roommate, Louis, to go with him, although he is just an ally. They meet many interesting people and to Louis' surprise, it turns out he might not be just an ally after all.

🌈 Just Love Yourself, And You’re Set (3k) by readdreamwrite28

“You’re beautiful, my love.”

“Boys can’t be beautiful.”

“And why is that?”

“Because.”

“Let me tell you something, Lou... Boys and girls and everyone in between can be pretty, and beautiful, and handsome. And never let anyone tell you otherwise.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

[daarkink]

drabble thingy. jax teller fluffy.. snuggle kiss home

JAX TELLER - Snuggle ♡ Kiss ♡ Home.

Thank you for requesting!

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The club has been taking too much of Jax's time lately. Dealing with new threats and problems that don't stop coming their way, he misses spending time with you.

After a long day planning with the rest of the Sons, at 2 AM he's finally ready to got back home to you.

Although you're in bed, you're never fully asleep, always waiting for him to get back to you no matter how late it is.

You can hear the rumble of Jax's bike at your driveway, soon enough stopping. Not long after he's quietly entering your shared bedroom, careful not to make much noise.

Still with your eyes closed you can feel where he is in the room, you can hear him get undressed and not long after, pull the covers back so he can snuggle up to you in bed. You love the feeling of his bare torso on your back and rhe way he puts his strong arms around you.

You hum a little in response, taking his hand and intertwining your fingers. Bringing it up to your lips so you can lay a few kisses on his skin. He hugs you a little tighter and kisses the back of your head, the worries of his day melting away as you lay in his arms.

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[lcsdarklylarry]

Letters From The Hopeful

by he_wants_to_write

Love letters dipped in the scarlet fire turn to dark shreds of ash. Harry's messy handwriting dissipates amid the smoke and the heat. Louis still smiles as the papers burn away, for he knows what his future holds.

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Drabble prompted for Project OTB Drabble Fest by @projectotb

Prompt: Historical AU: the love letters that Louis and Character B have exchanged could destroy their lives if discovered. With that looming, Louis decides to burn them so they can't be read, but only after reminiscing with them first.

Completed - 1 Chapter - Words: 2k

Mood board by me, manips and/or pictures not mine.

[the-professor-persists]

CONGRATULATIONS 🎉🎉🎉 you deserve thousands more! About prompt... what do you think of #dron (Draco x Ron)? Bonding over quidditch? 😍

Haba my LOVELY. Thank you so much! You give me life. I have been meaning to write some Dron for weeks, so thanks for kicking my butt into gear and making me do it. This is just the beginning, I believe. 😘💚😁

Draco had not spoken for three weeks, eight days, and four hours. Not ‘had been really quiet’ or ‘had only asked for the salt’. Draco Malfoy had not uttered a single word, to anyone, since the beginning of eighth year. The way he saw it, the quieter he was, the less trouble he caused, and he would survive. He didn’t want to be in the ruined castle, with walls barely held together with construction charms, rubble barely cleared from the gardens, the ghosts of faces everywhere you turned. None of it was exactly helping his inability to move on, to get past the war, to figure out where he went next. 

Being silent had its advantages; it was a lesson most people learned when they were five, and one he’d never really grasped. He knew, now, how important just sitting quietly could be. People didn’t see you when you entered a room. They forgot you were there when you didn’t contribute to conversations. And that was powerful and terrifying. 

He’d discovered, rather unpleasantly, that he agreed with Gryffindors more often than not. He found out that he really knew next to nothing about the world outside of Hogwarts. He knew more about his classmates in three weeks than he’d learned in six years of shared classes and meals. 

Draco had learned that Harry Potter took two sugars in his tea, and was extremely embarrassed about it because Hermione liked to tease him mercilessly.

 He had learned that Neville Longbottom was actually extremely bright when people let him finish his sentences, and Draco suspected that he really needed a different set of friends, because that almost never happened. 

He’d learned that Seamus Finnigan and Dean Thomas had been together since sixth year, and that they were both hilarious and kind, and that it was beautiful to watch them be happy.

 Unfortunately, he had also discovered that Ron Weasley was exactly the sort of person that he found disturbingly attractive. It was extremely fucking annoying. There was nothing about the loud, abrasive, ginger-headed idiot that should appeal to him, and yet, he found himself uncomfortable in his pants anytime Ron reached above his head to take a pot of a shelf or hefted a large piece of rubble over his shoulder by hand, FOR ABSOLUTELY NO REASON. Weasley took up so much space, the complete antithesis to Draco. 

This would have been avoidable and easy to ignore, had Draco not accidentally snorted at a joke Ron Weasley made about the Puddlemere Seeker one evening in their mandatory ‘clean up the castle’ sessions in the Ravenclaw dorm. The snort earned him a sharp, puzzled look, which Draco desperately wanted to wipe off his smug face, either with a fist or with his own lips. 

That afternoon, he was sitting in Greenhouse Four, waiting for class to begin, when Weasley appeared, alone and flushed with cold. He sat down directly behind Draco and tapped him hard on the shoulder. Draco whipped around, trying to hide his fear. 

“You don’t like McGregor either,” Weasley said gruffly. 

Draco shook his head. Draco found he still had no words, and he cocked his head curiously without responding to the half-compliment. 

“With Puddlemere playing the way they are, I feel like the Canons might actually have a chance this year,” Weasley continued. 

Draco cleared his throat, voice hoarse from disuse, and whispered, “Only if they don’t make a huge mess of everything at mid-season like they always do.” 

Ron looked as though he was considering anger, and at the last second, he laughed instead.

 “Look. Don’t make me regret telling you this but, there’s a pickup game. On Wednesdays. The pitch is free at eight. No set positions. You should come down,” Ron said in a rush, still smiling. Other students began to arrive, and Draco turned back around, baffled and blushing.

                                                         -XxX- 

At 7:55 that week, he sighed silently to himself and dragged on his britches, loose because of all the weight he’d lost. He pulled a clean sweep from the Quidditch shed, and reassessed his decision for the fiftieth time, but forced himself to go to the pitch. 

The game was exhilarating; he played Beater, the crack of the bat on the Bludger satisfyingly loud and aggressive. Draco let it ring in his ears, grinning like a loon. As the game ended, Weasley flew toward him, holding the quaffle and wearing a lazy grin, hair a disaster from the wind, cheeks flushed from exertion.

 “You’re a decent beater,” he said. 

“I’m good in every position,” Draco said, winking, and immediately wanting to die in embarrassed shock. What the hell was he doing? 

Weasley threw his head back in a full body laugh. “Aha,” he laughed. “There’s Draco Malfoy.” 

The air was empty, the bodies below breaking off into groups of laughing students as they returned to the castle. Weasley flew in a lazy arc until he was right in front of him. He extended the quaffle, an oddly shaped and meaning-filled olive branch, and smirked a half smile that made Draco’s mouth go dry. 

“Prove it,” he challenged. 

When Draco finally took the ball, Weasley instantly sped to the other end of the pitch. It was only then that Draco remembered; Ron’s natural position was Keeper, and Draco was an absolutely terrible Chaser. He laughed to himself but followed anyway. By the time they landed, the sun was sinking below the horizon, and the pitch was completely empty. 

“Coming to dinner?” Ron asked innocently.

 “No…. I don’t… Um.”

 “Yeah I know but I just thought…” Ron broke off, sounding frustrated. “No, um, never mind.”

 “Good game?” Draco said quietly, extending a hand.

 Ron smirked again, but took the extended limb. “You are so completely weird, Malfoy.” 

“You too, Weasley.” 

They smiled and headed in different directions.

                                -XxX- 

He played for three weeks. The last game before the snow flew was cold and icy, and everyone played haphazardly, quitting before a clear winner emerged. Draco turned away from the others, who were headed into town for a Butterbeer before the gates locked, and was almost at the castle when he realised he was being followed. 

“Why is it you think you get to be silent and aloof? Don’t you think we’d all just rather never speak about normal things, ever again?” Weasley yelled at him, grabbing his shoulder and spinning him around. 

Draco inhaled long and loud, trying to steady his nerves. He hadn’t been grabbed like that since living with Death Eaters, and he sort of wanted to cower on the ground. 

“I’m just trying to stay out of the way,” he whispered, unsure what Weasley needed to hear. “I’ve done enough.” 

“We all did,” Ron said gruffly, seeming to deflate. “We all feel alone, Malfoy. You just… try and keep living. I tried. Harry is trying. Hermione is… Well, trying, I guess, but—“

 “I know you aren’t together. That doesn’t mean you are alone,” Draco murmured.

 “You don’t know half of what you think you do. It’s honestly always been my problem with you,” Ron said, gripping Draco’s shoulder harder.

 Draco would have responded, but instead he was being attacked. The kiss wasn’t really a kiss, per say, so ‘attack’ seemed like the appropriate word. Ron seemed to have a goal, a purpose, and he was going to use every possible means to get there. He bit Draco’s lip and grabbed his neck. He scratched his nails into the flesh he found there, and his inhale dragged air from Draco’s own lungs. Ron was angry, that much was clear, but at whom was harder to sort out. Regardless, Draco decided he was there for whatever was happening. He kissed back, stepped into the taller man’s grasp, pulled his hips together with Ron’s until they ground together and Draco groaned. 

“What are you doing,” Draco said against Ron’s lips. 

“I have no bloody clue. Just…Puddlemere, and watching you fly, and you’re always fucking watching me, and I just…Please, can we not try and figure me out right now? I’ve been trying for six months, and I haven’t got a clue.”

 “You want to come to my room instead?” Draco breathed. 

“Yeah,” Ron growled, his breath lifting his own fringe off his reddened face. “Yeah, I do.”