bantha_fodder (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
bantha_fodder) wrote2005-08-04 01:27 pm
bantha_fodder) wrote2005-08-04 01:27 pm
Entry tags:
- bsg,
- fic,
- hp,
- rpf,
- smallville
[multifandom] the words contained in this post only slightly resemble fic
Okay. There's totally no fic here. This is just all pretension masquerading as ficlets. There are no spoilers in this post for any of these fandoms
*
pretentious words inspired by this picture:
Lee says, What, you think you can take me? and grins, this wry little grin and your heart speeds up, pitter patter, and you're thinking one thing but what you say is, Oh, I can whip you so hard it hurts. You laugh at him, and he's never been one to back down from a challenge so he comes at you swinging, no warning but you're ready for him because he's so predictable.
You block, and then do that thing with your legs that you always wanted to try and it works, which is a bit of a surprise, but whatever, because then you're straddling him and you're no fainting daisy, you know exactly what that is pressing against your thigh.
You kiss him.
*
Chloe leans back in her chair, throws her legs up on the table. She flips through the latest copy of Us, considers some tabloids, and settles on some paper from England. Below the fold the magic words Billionare After English Rose makes Chloe bite back a grin, and isn't surprised when her cell rings shortly after.
"It's a fetching photo of you," she says.
"Get up here," he says before he hangs up.
She wonders when he stopped using her name.
*
They dropped to the ground, skirts billowing around about their legs like giant cushions. They laughed, pushed the papers out between them.
"I like this one," said Parvati, pointing. "That's a nice pink."
"But the cut!" protested Lavender. "Too low."
"Perky?" asked Parvati.
"Of course!" Lavender waved her hands to indicate the obvious. "Assets but not too many!" she continued. "Maybe a long necklace. Did you see Madame Trelawny's beads?"
"They were gorgeous!" Parvati swooned. "We should ask her where she got them."
"Maybe they were a gift from an admirer."
Both girls giggled at this, because they loved Madame Trewlany, but both would admit that she wasn't the best catch at Hogwarts.
Besides, nobody wanted Madame Trewlany for her looks. They wanted her for her skills.
*
"I've been offered a role in a movie adaption of Julius Caesar," Emma says as she sits down, before Alan can say hello.
There are a number of responses he could give, but he goes with what seems the most important; "As who, exactly?" He's cautious, and she laughs.
"Brutus, of course."
"Hmm." He hmms across the table at her. "Didn't we have this discussion ten years ago? No more Shakespeare."
"You're just jealous," she says. "Stuck with all those kids in those movies. You wish you were Brutus."
He settles for directing a raised eyebrow in her direction, and she laughs. Rests a hand on his arm.
"You can be my date to the premiere, if you like," she says. "I'm feeling especially generous."
"Hardly likely to last," he murmurs, and she laughs again. Refuses to tell him what she's actually in; tickles his cheek, and he bats her hand away at the offence. When they leave, she pays for his tea, and he decides, just this once, to forgive her.
*
pretentious words inspired by this picture:
Lee says, What, you think you can take me? and grins, this wry little grin and your heart speeds up, pitter patter, and you're thinking one thing but what you say is, Oh, I can whip you so hard it hurts. You laugh at him, and he's never been one to back down from a challenge so he comes at you swinging, no warning but you're ready for him because he's so predictable.
You block, and then do that thing with your legs that you always wanted to try and it works, which is a bit of a surprise, but whatever, because then you're straddling him and you're no fainting daisy, you know exactly what that is pressing against your thigh.
You kiss him.
*
Chloe leans back in her chair, throws her legs up on the table. She flips through the latest copy of Us, considers some tabloids, and settles on some paper from England. Below the fold the magic words Billionare After English Rose makes Chloe bite back a grin, and isn't surprised when her cell rings shortly after.
"It's a fetching photo of you," she says.
"Get up here," he says before he hangs up.
She wonders when he stopped using her name.
*
They dropped to the ground, skirts billowing around about their legs like giant cushions. They laughed, pushed the papers out between them.
"I like this one," said Parvati, pointing. "That's a nice pink."
"But the cut!" protested Lavender. "Too low."
"Perky?" asked Parvati.
"Of course!" Lavender waved her hands to indicate the obvious. "Assets but not too many!" she continued. "Maybe a long necklace. Did you see Madame Trelawny's beads?"
"They were gorgeous!" Parvati swooned. "We should ask her where she got them."
"Maybe they were a gift from an admirer."
Both girls giggled at this, because they loved Madame Trewlany, but both would admit that she wasn't the best catch at Hogwarts.
Besides, nobody wanted Madame Trewlany for her looks. They wanted her for her skills.
*
"I've been offered a role in a movie adaption of Julius Caesar," Emma says as she sits down, before Alan can say hello.
There are a number of responses he could give, but he goes with what seems the most important; "As who, exactly?" He's cautious, and she laughs.
"Brutus, of course."
"Hmm." He hmms across the table at her. "Didn't we have this discussion ten years ago? No more Shakespeare."
"You're just jealous," she says. "Stuck with all those kids in those movies. You wish you were Brutus."
He settles for directing a raised eyebrow in her direction, and she laughs. Rests a hand on his arm.
"You can be my date to the premiere, if you like," she says. "I'm feeling especially generous."
"Hardly likely to last," he murmurs, and she laughs again. Refuses to tell him what she's actually in; tickles his cheek, and he bats her hand away at the offence. When they leave, she pays for his tea, and he decides, just this once, to forgive her.