100-word drabbles for a range of ships. *Requests always welcome! Repeats allowed~*
Chapters 111-120: [FFN] [AO3] | ← → | start from the beginning
Pairings/Characters: Scorpius Malfoy/Percy Weasley, Rose Weasley/Lavender Brown, Theodore Nott/Terry Boot, Megan Jones/Leanne, Demelza Robins/Ritchie Coote, Alice Longbottom/Lucius Malfoy, Dean Thomas/Astoria Greengrass, Lavender/Romilda Vane, Marge Dursley/Amos Diggory, & Scabior/Draco Malfoy
Rating: K - T
Words: 1,000 collectively
Additional info: romance, slash, femslash, cross gen, angst, hurt/comfort, violence (implied/referenced), Marauder era, Harry's era, Next Gen era, 2nd person POV, 3rd person POV
Summary: Because, actually, destruction is the most beautiful thing of all… These are the countdowns until everything falls apart. | Various pairings, eras, ratings, etc. Includes het, slash, femslash, cross-gen, next-gen, but nothing too bad. Read it all or only what you like!
111: ScorpiusPercy
Scorpius liked to think Percy had matured by the time the Malfoy heir entered his life, wrapping up his Auror training and haunting Percy's office in his free time. After all, it didn't take long for Percy to figure out Scorpius' intentions, and the divorcé was receptive to friendly lunch dates…and friendly touches…and friendly snogs.
"Who knew divorce was the answer to happiness?" he jested one day in Scorpius' arms, face red and happy.
But his words stung. Clearly Percy had forgotten divorce plagued Scorpius' parents and grandparents.
Clearly Percy still had some maturing to do. By himself.
112: RoseLavender
Everyone wants to compare you to your mother, but, here you are, repeating your father's mistakes.
You don't think of being with Lavender as a mistake. You fell for her—truly, you did; she wasn't the first available witch to snog upon leaving Hogwarts, embracing your love of witches—and you worked hard to convince her that this isn't a ploy, that this is real, that Rose Weasley is her own person and doesn't want the life laid out for her by her parents.
But if this love is real, then why is the name "Astoria" on your lips still?
113: TheoTerry
As the Slytherins aged and Draco drew a Dark destiny for himself, Theodore wandered outside his House for companionship on his level. The quickest, shrewdest tongue (that wasn't Theo's) belonged to Ravenclaw's Boot.
Initially, Terry thought it some long game. "I mean, won't you be missed from your crowd if you're with me all the time?"
Theodore leaned in close, wondering how sharp that tongue tasted. "They're not my crowd," he corrected.
"Maybe," Terry conceded, "but your father—"
Theodore bristled at the insinuation that he might follow in that bastard's footsteps. So he backed off Terry.
A sharp tongue, indeed.
114: MeganLeanne
After Hogwarts, things were supposed to be different. That's what Megan thought, at least.
"Oh, you made plans for us on Saturday?" Leanne remarked when she came home from visiting Hannah at the pub. She tapped the date on the calendar. "Let me double-check that Katie doesn't have a game then. I could've sworn it was a practice match, but still."
Megan had spent two years pining for, three years loving, and another one living with Leanne. Yet the presence of Katie Bell still loomed large in their lives.
(Not for long, if this breakup proceeded on Saturday as planned.)
115: DemelzaRitchie
"It will heal." "You will fly again." "Players recover from the worst all the time."
Demelza runs out of things to say after the second match she and Ritchie play together, finally playing on a professional team. Falmouth seemed like an easy choice; yes, Ginny makes playing for Holyhead look like a blast, but Falmouth's the only team that made Ritchie an offer, so Falmouth for Demelza, too. They do say to follow your heart.
But Bludgers barreling Ritchie off his broom and into brambles shatters his chances of a career when he doesn't recover properly. It shatters them, too.
116: AliceLucius
"The war's over. Your comrades are gone," Alice said. She sipped her tea. There was no need for violence or wands in a public setting. She knew he'd rather save face.
"Not every last one was a comrade," Lucius corrected. He squinted at how she calmly reclined in her café chair. "…we each have our families. But, Alice, please know—the war isn't over, not by a long shot."
Alice sat up a little straighter. "Lucius, if this is a trap—"
He stood to leave but leaned in close, his words urgent, concerned whispers. "Be warned: They're coming for you."
117: DeanAstoria
She found him after Ginny in sixth year. She offered a kind word and conjured up a flower.
Astoria found him again after the final battle. After the previous night and day spent exhausting their magic, sitting with Dean was better than words and flowers.
But then he found her, after Seamus saw the announcement in the paper. Dean didn't ask Astoria about the engagement or how she felt about taking the Malfoy name in a year's time, even though she was half a year out of school by then.
They were good at comforting each other, and nothing more.
118: LavenderRomilda
She's a sexy witch. No one blames you for trying out the other team. (If someone does, give them a blasting—you're Lavender fucking Brown, for Godric's sake!)
Romilda's ace at potions, criminally so, and dreams of opening up a shop someday. "I'll use magic my mum taught me and support myself and my partner," she claims. How bold!
Yet it makes you wonder. Are you just a witch looking to be pampered and taken care of (as everyone suspects)? Greyback maimed you, yes, but you're not an invalid in St. Mungo's.
But what if Romilda sees you that way?
119: MargeAmos
Marge didn't agree with Vernon's opinion of Petunia's sister's group…not all of them. That Amos boy Lily hung out with talked a smooth game and had Marge debating joining the modern era. Maybe it was time to embrace the 1970s and all it had to offer before the 1980s came and swallowed them up.
But Amos' group had their reasons for keeping separate. He made the mistake one evening of casting a spell—
"Magic is real?" she asked.
"Yes," he confessed. "We're from very different worlds, Margie."
"But what if I joined you?"
He only liked a non-magical Marge.
120: ScabiorDraco
Scabior writhed in pain on the floor of Malfoy Manor. The entire time, he tried to keep his eyes closed.
Because, while closed, he wouldn't have to see Draco's impassive expression.
Shitty little thing… Scabior should've known better, taking this assignment, coming around the manor often. Eye candy should stay eye candy. When feelings got involved… When hope flared to life…
Well, it hurt him that much more now, to have Draco stand by on the sidelines and do nothing while Bellatrix enjoyed torturing Scabior after yet another Snatcher screw-up.
So it was true, then: Cruelty ran in their blood.
Remarks for—
Ch112: Can't help the nod to my 1st Lavrose fic, "The Sky's the Limit."
Ch114: I always liked the idea of Katie having a bestie outside her House and year, but I can only imagine the potential trouble that might've caused others in their lives who refused to accommodate their friendship.
Ch116: An intriguing concept: A Lucius who might've warned someone for whom he cared on the other side! I just thought it'd be different, considering the Longbottoms were attacked later on, so *shrugs.* AliceLucius hijinks? Idk.
Ch119: I will always love the Margamos ship. (Go read "Way Back Then," folks.)
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Therry is new to alcohol (for being a 27 year old Tiefling, he is a baby) so as far as alcoholic drinks, cherry ale is his go to. It’s just strange enough to make him seem interesting.
Non alcoholic: He would go for like a refreshing lemonade, more on the sweet side. He likes the contrasting flavors.
19. They have to go live on a deserted island. They can take one thing and one person. What do they take?
He would definitely take his axe. He would hack and slash and find food and build a boat and kick ass. There were a lot of “and”’s in that last sentence, but I feel like it was necessary.
As for the person, he would have a hard time choosing. The Baroness took him in at such a young age, and is a literal dragon, so she would probably be his first pick. He would hesitate to bring Sylva, because while he would want his girlfriend there, he wouldn’t want her to be stuck because she shouldn’t have to waste her time being stranded.
24. Do they have any interesting skills?
He has a photographic memory, but he is so distracted and awestruck by the world around him that the information you are looking for could be a little screwy because he could have been focused on a stupid flower in the background instead of the important things.
He is actually pretty damn good at cards
He is a poet. My stupid, romantic, lovey-dovey tiefling.
Amourette (Gnome Fighter)
12. What’s their favorite beverage?
THIS BITCH WILL DRINK YOU UNDER A TABLE SHE IS INCREDIBLE
Alcoholic: The strongest cocktail you can make, lots of carbomb style shots, and Dwarven ale.
Non alcoholic: Probably root beer, or ginger ale. Isn’t into sweeter drinks.
19. They have to go live on a deserted island. They can take one thing and one person. What do they take?
She brings her hero, Riza Hammerfell. She doesn’t care about making out alive, she just wants to see her in action. She would be in awe.
Because she doesn’t care much about making it off the island immediately, she would bring a keg of her favorite ale, because as soon as it runs out then the situation is dire and “WE HAVE TO LEAVE RIGHT NOW IM SURE EVERYONE AT HOME IS WORRIED AND OF COURSE ITS NOT THE ALE DRIVING ME HOME WHAAAAAAAT” because she is dumb and still really oblivious and ignorant.
24. Do they have any interesting skills?
She is a natural born fighter, she can watch any technique and pretty much nail it. Not perfect it by any means, she still trains hard. Amourette is still judged by her size so she has to bring her A game if she ever wants to be a full fledged knight.
She can do a couple magic tricks, sleight of hand style. Not many, because she got bored after she found a trick she couldn’t do immediately (like 3 tricks in) but she busts them out at parties occasionally. Great for charming nobles.
She can pull accents out of her ass. She has a really thick Scottish accent, and growing up it was really hard because there would be times people couldn’t understand a word she said, so she would learn their dialect and mannerisms in order to get her points across. This came so much easier having two bardic parents.
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Summary: Look at it simply—there is only one enemy. At least that doesn't seem to matter very much to him, you weak boy.
"I can't understand
What makes a man
Hate another man
Help me understand"
—Depeche Mode, "People Are People"
%%%%%%%%%%
Man is only ever at war
with h.i.m.s.e.l.f
No matter how you see it,
you know it to be
TRUE
Forget the
"injustices of the world"
Y O U
are the cause of all your problems, weak boy
%%%%%%%%%%
So you aren't a boy any more
bigdeal
Take a look at the w-o-r-l-d
Nature isn't the enemy
If Nature is the enemy,
then it is Man's
fault
for making, influencing
Nature in that way
As for your horrid nature,
get a
L_I_F_E
You always bowed down to your
"circumstances" &
you know you won't ever stand up to them
%%%%%%%%%%
Society—such an evil
But guess what?
That's Man's fault, too
First there was Man
& then…
came society
Man created society
Man c~o~r~r~u~p~t~e~d society
&& society has since then corrupted
Man's later generations
What else explains the servants of the Dark Lord?
%%%%%%%%%%
Man also doesn't fight
M A N
Physically, maybe
Emotionally…
s~o~m~e~t~i~m~e~s
But the reality is that
there's a reason
Man cannot fight Man
(& you know this, weak boy, as your determination fades as those sharp but kind eyes chance upon yours &&
F!I!N!A!L!L!Y
someone can see through you, though you kick yourself,
wondering,
"Why him?")
& that reason's
sogoddamnfuckingS-C-A-R-Y
because…
%%%%%%%%%%
There is only
Man
(vs.)
S e L F
(& it's why you screamed on the inside as your father burned that Mark into your arm)
Because Man sees
himself
in everything else
(Nature, society, your fellow man)
& it's why he can & can't hate all that's around him
because he would hate himself
& it's why you
(you mindless, feeble babychick)
abhor the eyes you have found
because they look at you with
concern
and that hand reaches out for you to grab hold
and that face only shows
e-m-p-a-t-h-y
when you know it should show
f_e_a_r
But it's much too late now
You never stood up to your
"destiny"
so why should you start now?
Be the evil that has
Marked you
Be the devil that has (& will)
take(n) countless lives
Be what you hate
M O S T
(&& you catch those eyes & seize that hand & hurt the heart that feels for you all in an effort to control some part of your life, go ahead & hate)
y_O-u_R-s_E-l_F
aaaice. B) Philosophical. Kinda. XD This was inspired a bit by something one of my teachers said and an exercise in writing I did years ago… And I managed to make it dark & slashy! Take that! *lol*
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~mew
2017 note: …hmm. Pretty writing, but I think sometimes my 2010 fics (or at least the FVs) didn't always paint a clear enough picture of both halves of the pairing, when there was one. This was more Theo-centric, a Nott who, like Draco, had to follow in his father's footsteps (though my later Theo fics avoid such an idea, and I quite like them). :]
Eu sou tão bom com palavras quanto eu sou costurando sueters e como você nunca me viu vestindo um feito por mim tire suas conclusões. Eu estou arriscando escrevendo esse bilhete porque eu não tive tempo, com as provas finais e tudo mais, de te convidar oficialmente para o baile e eu sei que com esse jeito gelado pode parecer não querer, mas no fundo aposto que já separou o vestido. Eu te conheço e quero ir com você.
Não quero que ache que estou te chamando por causa que somos amigos a tantos anos ou porque não estou mais namorando. Eu quero ir com você porque aposto que até usando o uniforme do time de futebol você ficaria linda, porque eu tenho certeza que até sem maquiagem você estaria mais linda do que qualquer outra garota desse salão, ou melhor, do que qualquer outra garota. Eu quero ir com você não só pelos seus atributos físicos, mas porque eu conheço você o suficiente pra afirmar que a sua aparência não é nada comparado ao que eu vejo quando você tá sozinha comigo.
Então, Theo, eu sei que eu podia ter feito um pedido melhor e mais cedo e que isso que eu escrevi não compensa, mas espero que você aceite e como sim vá ao meu encontro no começo das escadas do ginásio. Eu vou ser o carinha que fica ridículo de terno segurando um buquê com flores que ele nem sabe o nome e com as mãos suando.
Ps.: Não me tortura muito me fazendo esperar, eu sei que eu mereço, mas…
