Another drabble from the drabble meme!

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Goten/Trunks - for traveling_storm (hope you like it!)


Drift of lavender hair against his face, and Goten is close enough to see the anger
simmering sullenly in cerulean-blue eyes, the razorblade tension that freezes Trunks' posture
in its pose of studied arrogance. Carefully, deliberately, he laughs - so close that his
breath slides a not-so-accidental caress across the prince's cheekbone before vanishing - just
enough to shatter his composure. "I can't believe you're jealous of my sword."

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Black hair and black eyes, carefree smile a trademark of his house, but at the same time
utterly unlike anyone except Goten. And beautiful - he can't forget that, not with the other
so close; not ever, even if he wished it.

"Baka. Of course I'm jealous." And isn't it strange he can admit to that without flinching,
even as the words reveal far more of his heart than can possibly be safe. "You spend more
time with it than you do with me." The memory of his friend's open delight at the idea stems
any regret Trunks might have had for encouraging Goten to learn in the first place.
Goten laughs again - too close not close enough - and he shivers. "I can't allow that."
His hands snap vicelike around the younger saiyan's wrists. "You're mine," he whispers, as
he closes the last scant millimeters of a gap between them.

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Drabble - Harry/Tom

I blame (and worship) noagirl

Dialogue only, Harry/Tom, G

 

Gossip

Did you hear?

What?

About Potter?

What about Potter?

He’s doing you-know-what with You-Know-Who.

WHAT?

That’s what I thought too, but he is.

But that’s... eew. Too much information.

Yeah.

Eep. How did I end up in the Harry Potter Fandom?

Am suffering from too many fandoms.  Usually I just have one main one, but now? HP, PotC, OuatiM, Good Omens, Dragonball Z, Inuyasha. 

"Marry in haste, repent at leisure."

 

The MSV (Starring my personal mary sue, Marion Haste)

The Slytherin common-room, polished wood and a thousand shades of restful green. None of the prying eyes that characterised the banquet hall, and the gargoyles (or, more accurately, garGoyle and garCrabbe) hadn’t dragged themselves away from the food yet.

Idle - carefully so, even here - curiosity. "What do you think of professor Haste?"

"She’s insane." Which was the norm for DADA teachers, but the speaker seemed overly sincere in saying so, bored drawl laden with barely concealed contempt.

"That’s hardly an uncommon opinion, but why do you think that?"

Amused curl of a lip. "She’s one of the foundation members of the MSV, Theo. Of course she’s insane."

He didn’t know that one. "MSV?"

"Muggleborns Supporting Voldemort."

That produced a choked splutter and long seconds of disbelief before the Slytherin managed to answer. "You’re right. She is insane."

"Not a Death Eater though," his friend added almost regretfully.

"She isn’t?"

"I believe the Dark Lord finds the whole affair more than a little embarrassing."

"Ah. That’s something, at least." Reassuring somehow, to think their lord had the capacity for such an emotion.

"Yes, it is rather."

"I believe I shall withhold judgement until after I have survived sixth year. If I survive sixth year, that is."

"We’ve made it this far."

"Barely."

"But still, we made it. That has to count for something, hasn’t it?"

"Not really, no."

"Pessimist."

"Gryffindor."

The other Slytherin glared. "That was low even for you, Malfoy."

"Oh? So sue me."

"Not a bad idea."

"And then I can go join the MSV."

"Er... Malfoy?  You're not Muggleborn."

"Oh the disappointment."