ooh! fun! play with me?

[phineasjones]

i got this from dorrie6 and glitterdemon (via mirabellawotr originally) and i love it! what fun. especially because, in collecting first lines, i have also finally put all my newish (as in, from july and august) drabbles and ficlets in my memories. also, because other people do all the work. rad.

"...it might be cool to start a meme where you list all the first lines of your fics and then people write drabbles in the comments with the same first line."

Your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to write a drabble with the same first line as any of the following, and leave it in my comments here.



It was all his fault anyway.

He never told Harry.

Desperate, Ron pushes the back of his hand into his mouth and bites down, hard.

Remus stirs from a thin sleep and opens his eyes to see white sunlight through almost-bare trees.

They're picture perfect, standing there on the platform, smiling and waving.

It’s beautiful.

Fleur and Krum are one thing.

Harry stands under the hot water, humming to himself and not moving, for as long as he can.

it's not like he owes george any explanation.

it's those teeth.

The time to do the proper thing in this situation had long since expired.

Hermione tiptoes into the room, glances over her shoulder at the clock.

"Remus," said Sirius.

Hermione always felt dirty after sex with Ron.

“Dean. Dean, wake up.”

“Move.”

Comparisons are odious.

“No, not exactly,” protested George.

Percy remembers a time when he wasn’t afraid to talk to Oliver.

“Weasley. What are you doing in here?”

Sirius is on the front steps, knees drawn to his chest, shivering violently.

“I can’t help but wonder…” Willow murmurs, “How my life would have been different if I were born here.”

“Sirius, is that you?"

Dominic took another drag from his cigarette and looked up at the cloud-covered
night sky.

Comments

[ursulakohl.livejournal.com]

I tried chaining first lines together. Strange things happened.

***

It was all his fault anyway. He never told Harry. Desperate, Ron pushes the back of his hand into his mouth and bites down, hard.

Remus stirs from a thin sleep and opens his eyes to see white sunlight through almost-bare trees. Ron's still seeing things, things which never happened, won't happen, can't happen. They're picture perfect, standing there on the platform, smiling and waving. They're not Ron's friends, they weren't even his parents' friends, he never knew them. It’s beautiful. It's terrible. They're not his, these people. They don't belong to him, not their smiles, their memories, their ghosts that are not ghosts.

Ron wants to say, I couldn't cast that spell, because Sirius was in the way. But he can't. And Harry can't wake up to listen.

Fuck him! thinks Ron. The sleeping prince!

The sleeping prince, whose dreams live in Ron's brain.

[lobelia321.livejournal.com]

Completely OT but here is random feedback:

Ron! Goyle! omgdiesandgoestoheaven

I just loved and adored both Never Tell and Quiet. They are poignant! It makes my spine shiver to read a poignant Goyle. And with Ron of all people. But you've picked on such a wonderful plot niche: the dragging of Goyle's -- I just marvelled at that! Delightful. And the ending of Quiet: "It's Gregory". *wibbles*

My only complaint: these are so short! *wails*

Lovely, too, how Harry seems skinnier and weaker after leaving Goyle's body.

omg, you have made me want to fuck Goyle.

[phineasjones.livejournal.com]

you made me bounce in my seat and clap my hands. i have a secret love for my wee ron/goyle stories.

My only complaint: these are so short! *wails*

yes. that's because i wrote them back in the days when nothing i wrote was much longer than that. and also because really, there hasn't even been much progress on that front. until dom/ron, my longest fic capped off around 2,400 words.

the therapist told me i'm a perfectionist. if she is to be believed, it may be related. :D

omg, you have made me want to fuck Goyle.

well then. by all means...

[lobelia321.livejournal.com]

*beats Ron off in order to grab Goyle*

[kaalee.livejournal.com]

I changed the tense of one of the words. Is that okay? *cringes*

~*~*~

Hermione always feels dirty after sex with Ron.

When she'd ended up on her hands and knees that time in a failed attempt to climb on top of him, his eyes had lit with such passion, such lust, that she couldn't say no.

Now when his hand tugs gently, urgently at her hip, turning her over, she complies and sucks her knuckle into her mouth to bite against tears.

He loves her.

And yet...

She can’t help but wonder if the "H--," Ron muffles when he comes is somehow meant for someone else.

Someone who'd left them long ago.

~*~*~

[delirieuse.livejournal.com]

Such darkly beautiful angst.

[kaalee.livejournal.com]

Oh, thank you so much!! :D

[phineasjones.livejournal.com]

this is just amazing. spectacularly sad and dark and yet... oh man. so good.

[jjtaylor.livejournal.com]

"Sirius, is that you?" Remus speaks into the darkness of his bedroom. He thinks he saw someone at the window, but he's not fully awake and he's not really sure why he called out Sirius' name. He gets up and presses his face up against the cold windowpane, trying to see outside. He's being ridiculous. His breath starts to fog on the glass. But then he sees it again, a shadow, a movement, a presence. His fingers fumble on the window locks and he throws the sash open. "Sirius?" he whisperers, almost a hiss. And then louder, shouting, "Sirius! Sirius!"

[phineasjones.livejournal.com]

oh, god, this kills me. kills me. and it's perfect.

[musesfool.livejournal.com]

I tried. I gave up on a strict 100 words. 168 words for you.

***

Sirius is on the front steps, knees drawn to his chest, shivering violently.

Opening the door, Remus says, “Come in out of the rain, Padfoot.” He doesn’t wait, just leaves the door open, for Sirius to follow if he will.

Sirius does, because he has nowhere else to go. He was dead, twice over, and now he lives again. What else can a dead man do but follow open doors to wherever they lead?

Remus strips him bare, towels him dry with gentle hands and unquestioning eyes. There is no need to talk, because they’ve already said everything there is to say, and how many men greet lovers back from the grave not once but twice? There are no words for this, and Sirius is fine with that.

The warm, worn sheets feel good against Sirius’s bare, chilled skin, but better still is the heat of Remus’s body when he slides into bed beside him. That alone is worth coming back for, and Sirius swears he always will.

***

[callmesandy.livejournal.com]

(I seem to be using this meme as an excuse to try, try TRY my feeble hand at Buffy and Angel writing. I hope it satisfies!)

It was all his fault anyway. Andrew knew that, even if he hadn't figured out all the particulars yet. Life being good and fighting for truth, justice and the Slayer way was harder and more confusing than Andrew had expected but some things stayed the same: it would end up being his fault.

He had summoned the demon (Mr. Giles had agreed it was an idea worth trying) but, Andrew thought rebelliously, it wasn't really his fault that the new Slayer in training had broken the binding circle. And Andrew had said first thing that if the demon had to be vanquished, it would mean an explosion on the scale of the one that took out Sunnydale high when it was slain.

Andrew was pretty sure they'd all been listening to that part and that was why they'd decided to do the summoning in Andrew's apartment. He sighed deeply and thought about the remnants of his once great action figure collection, all melted again, along with his clothes. Life was teaching him lessons, he supposed.

He wished they involved more temptation from hot guys women and less losing all his posessions over and over again.

[phineasjones.livejournal.com]

i lovelovelove this. i love andrew. i love you for writing me andrew. i am very happy now.

[ceresi.livejournal.com]

“Dean. Dean, wake up.”

It's Harry's voice, but damn if it isn't too early for anyone to be talking at all. Dean rolls over, tangling himself up in the blankets in an attempt to get free. Harry helps him out.

"It's Remus."

Dean turns quickly to face him. Harry's face is white, eyes wide and stark and Dean remembers, oddly enough, saying goodbye to Professor Lupin outside the Main Hall at the end of third year.

He wonders now if those were the last words he'll ever have said to him and takes no comfort, none at all, in the memory of his own hoarse, scratchy, "Thank you."

~

Wherefore dost thy return, HP love? (While we're at it, is 'dost' a word?)

Man, it's been so long since I wrote Harry/Dean that I've forgotten how. Meh.

[phineasjones.livejournal.com]

harry/dean!!!! ::swoons::

forgotten how? no. but perhaps you should practice. frequently. :)

but, um, remus? ::sobs::

reposted due to urgent edit

[dorrie6.livejournal.com]

The time to do the proper thing in this situation had long since expired. When one discovers a sleeping Harry Potter in one's bed, the thing to do is find another bed. He's overworked, after all. Nearly catatonic, everyone knows it. It was bound to happen sooner or later.

Neville hadn't meant to climb in, really. He's not even sure how it happened. He just looked... cozy, like a favorite blanket. But now limbs were everywhere, things were reacting and this must surely lead to something bad.

"Neville?"

Neville bit his lip. "Yeah, Harry?"

"Good."

Or maybe not so bad.

Re: reposted due to urgent edit

[phineasjones.livejournal.com]

i love this so much, i might explode trying to tell you. lovelovelove. so sweet, so fluffy. neville is insecure, harry wants him. mmeeeeooowww! i love it.

[penknife.livejournal.com]

Double drabble, Sirius and James:

They're picture perfect, standing there on the platform, smiling and waving. Sirius stares at James's parents as the train slows and wishes there was some charm that would make his more like them.

James leans forward and slips a bulging envelope into his hand as the train pulls to a stop. "It wasn't easy getting this, so don't lose it like you usually do."

"I don't," Sirius protests automatically, but opens the envelope. James slaps his hand away from what's inside.

"Not now, you berk. I just thought you might want it."

Later, alone in his room after a dinner that's made him want to scream and break expensive and dingy plates, he tips a bottle cap onto his bed and stares at it until a note flutters out after it: IT'S A PORTKEY, STUPID.

Sirius laughs and scoops it back into the envelope and shoves it under the bed. Later, when he appears in James's bedroom, shaking with rage, his books and a few clothes wrapped in a pillowcase, James doesn't bat an eye. When it occurs to Sirius to wonder why, James only shrugs and said, "You'd have sent it back if you hadn't already decided to come."

[fuschia.livejournal.com]

Quickly written between translations, so forgive its lack of stellar-ness. It really wants to be a good little drabble and bring happiness to the world! :)

***


Fleur and Krum were one thing now, one being, flesh to flesh without isthmus or outlet, contiguous. Overheated in their embrace, Viktor remembered the chill of Fleur’s skin after their trial underwater. Shaking her hand, ever sportsmanlike, he had stopped short at the sudden feel of deep water in her rush-light fingers. In a gesture grown automatic from years of bringing teammates’ extremities back to life with a surge of needling blood, he had pressed Fleur’s hands beneath his own calloused palms, and, with his heat flowing into her, he had finally understood that Fleur was more human than veela.

oops, I changed the tense

[fuschia.livejournal.com]

...sorry!

Re: oops, I changed the tense

[phineasjones.livejournal.com]

ach! who cares about a changed tense when you wrote something so beautiful? i am so in awe of you prosetry... which i have just decided to call it. ::loves::