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A while back I tried doing this meme:
1. Pick a character/pairing/fandom.
2. Turn your music player on and turn it on random/shuffle.
3. Write a drabblet/ficlet related to each song that plays. You only have the time frame of the song to finish the drabble; you start when the song starts, and stop when it's over. No lingering afterward, no matter how whacked out your drabble seems.
I wanted to do ten, as it seems a usual number, but it seems I'm never going to get around to finishing it. Some of them are pretty dumb, besides, so I won't be posting those (never minding the rules), but here's six. G - PG-13 (or maybe the lightest of possible Rs), some genish and some suggestive, bits of humour, no warnings except some drunkenness in one.
Faun – Sirena
The boy was a siren. It was a strange thing to say, considering that he was a boy and sirens were universally considered to be female, but the longer one thought about it, the more obvious it became that it was indubitable fact. The graceful way of sitting, the slender frame, the captivating voice, the way his hand held the comb as it stroked through his hair. And yet there was so much masculine about him as well: the shape of the shoulders, the narrow hips, the set of the jaw. It was astonishing, really, the way Severus made Regulus feel like a satyr seeing a nymph whenever he gazed in the other boy's direction; he wanted to pursue Severus and ravish him and rut against him like the namesake goat of the creature his clutching hands and profoundly heated trousers proclaimed him to be.
Sex Gang Children – I've Done It All Before
"Good for you, Severus. I'm sure you're very proud of it."
Severus narrowed his eyes and awkwardly tugged down his left sleeve. "What do you mean?"
Regulus smiled poisonously. "We might be best friends"—Severus winced at this phrase—"but there still things you don't know about me, Sev." The wince turned into a snarl, but Regulus ignored it, and pulled up his own left sleeve. His insides went warm with satisfaction at the perplexed and then angry look that crept across Severus's features.
"Oh, now, what – you can't have thought you were the only one?" Regulus said acidly.
Moxy Früvous – The Drinking Song (reading the lyrics might help for this one)
"Do you hear a band?"
"What?"
"I said, do you hear a band?"
"...You're drunk, Regulus."
"Yeah."
"No, I mean, drunk. Pissed. Totally pissed. Drunk. Um."
"I said, yeah."
"You're drunk."
"Shut up, Severus. So are you."
"Am not."
"Drunk, pissed, and drunk were apparently all the adjectives you just had for describing my cun—condi—kin—"
"Condition."
"That, yes. My kin—condition."
"And?"
"And... wait, what?"
"I don't know. ...Wait, did you just hear a helicopter?"
"A hell of what?"
"A helicopter, Reg, it's a Muggle thing with a whirly thing on top and it flies like – oh, never mind."
"Flies? Muggles fly?? Ahahahaha! God, Severus, have I ever mentioned you should go into comedy?"
"...Never."
"Oh, oh, you should. Oh, my sides! Merlin's buttocks, that hurts!"
"You realize my eyes are going to burn out from glaring at you like this."
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry – I Can See Stars
"Astronomy, really? Is that your problem subject?" Severus smirked harder than he remembered having done in quite some time.
"Oh shut it, Severus. You know I've had enough of star names just hearing my own genealogy since I was fucking born. Is it any wonder I should want to block this stuff out of my head?"
Severus had to concede the point; for once, he was absurdly grateful he hadn't had to go through the same kind of indoctrination. "All right, then, I'll help you. But I can't guarantee that what was on my OWL will be on yours, understand? This is on your head, not mine."
Regulus nodded. "Anything will be better than the Troll mark I'm certain to get if you don't. Trust me, Severus, I'll make it up to you someday."
Book of Love – Witchcraft
Love potions were a dodgy business. Severus knew this better than most, yet somehow he found himself unable to stop what he was doing. He would never, never, never have administered such a thing to his pure, precious Lily; perish the thought, and perish the thinker as well for the heinous crime! But Regulus... now that was a different thing altogether.
He was another boy, which made it different from the start. Another Slytherin, which made it worse, or better. Another of a mind like himself, a little strange, a little ruined, a little – Dark. Another dark of hair and pale of skin, grown underground like a magical root.
He should have known, shouldn't he? In Slytherin house one had to expect this, didn't they?
The Cure – Pornography
Fifteen-year-old Regulus raised an elegant eyebrow. "Really, Severus, this is quite crude. And you're telling me Muggles actually buy this?"
Nearly-seventeen-year-old Severus matched the eyebrow as he paged through the wizarding mag Regulus had purloined and swapped for his own Muggle one. "Apparently. Curious, isn't it?"
"Curious is generous. Terrible, I would have called it." Regulus flung the Muggle magazine unceremoniously into the fire. "Come on, give that back."
Severus didn't look up from the pages his teenaged eyes were glued to. "Over my swiftly cooling corpse."
"That can be arranged."
The hesitation in Regulus's voice made Severus smile, and he glanced over the top edge of the pages. After holding Regulus's gaze for a few seconds, he snorted and once again buried his considerable nose in the moving five-and-a-half-colour glossies.
"Come on, Severus!" repeated Regulus, an unflattering and not very authoritative whine rising in his voice.
"In a bit," Severus replied, his voice hot and husky.
That gave Regulus an idea; preparing to snatch the magazine from Severus's hands, he unbuttoned his trousers.
1. Pick a character/pairing/fandom.
2. Turn your music player on and turn it on random/shuffle.
3. Write a drabblet/ficlet related to each song that plays. You only have the time frame of the song to finish the drabble; you start when the song starts, and stop when it's over. No lingering afterward, no matter how whacked out your drabble seems.
I wanted to do ten, as it seems a usual number, but it seems I'm never going to get around to finishing it. Some of them are pretty dumb, besides, so I won't be posting those (never minding the rules), but here's six. G - PG-13 (or maybe the lightest of possible Rs), some genish and some suggestive, bits of humour, no warnings except some drunkenness in one.
Faun – Sirena
The boy was a siren. It was a strange thing to say, considering that he was a boy and sirens were universally considered to be female, but the longer one thought about it, the more obvious it became that it was indubitable fact. The graceful way of sitting, the slender frame, the captivating voice, the way his hand held the comb as it stroked through his hair. And yet there was so much masculine about him as well: the shape of the shoulders, the narrow hips, the set of the jaw. It was astonishing, really, the way Severus made Regulus feel like a satyr seeing a nymph whenever he gazed in the other boy's direction; he wanted to pursue Severus and ravish him and rut against him like the namesake goat of the creature his clutching hands and profoundly heated trousers proclaimed him to be.
Sex Gang Children – I've Done It All Before
"Good for you, Severus. I'm sure you're very proud of it."
Severus narrowed his eyes and awkwardly tugged down his left sleeve. "What do you mean?"
Regulus smiled poisonously. "We might be best friends"—Severus winced at this phrase—"but there still things you don't know about me, Sev." The wince turned into a snarl, but Regulus ignored it, and pulled up his own left sleeve. His insides went warm with satisfaction at the perplexed and then angry look that crept across Severus's features.
"Oh, now, what – you can't have thought you were the only one?" Regulus said acidly.
Moxy Früvous – The Drinking Song (reading the lyrics might help for this one)
"Do you hear a band?"
"What?"
"I said, do you hear a band?"
"...You're drunk, Regulus."
"Yeah."
"No, I mean, drunk. Pissed. Totally pissed. Drunk. Um."
"I said, yeah."
"You're drunk."
"Shut up, Severus. So are you."
"Am not."
"Drunk, pissed, and drunk were apparently all the adjectives you just had for describing my cun—condi—kin—"
"Condition."
"That, yes. My kin—condition."
"And?"
"And... wait, what?"
"I don't know. ...Wait, did you just hear a helicopter?"
"A hell of what?"
"A helicopter, Reg, it's a Muggle thing with a whirly thing on top and it flies like – oh, never mind."
"Flies? Muggles fly?? Ahahahaha! God, Severus, have I ever mentioned you should go into comedy?"
"...Never."
"Oh, oh, you should. Oh, my sides! Merlin's buttocks, that hurts!"
"You realize my eyes are going to burn out from glaring at you like this."
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry – I Can See Stars
"Astronomy, really? Is that your problem subject?" Severus smirked harder than he remembered having done in quite some time.
"Oh shut it, Severus. You know I've had enough of star names just hearing my own genealogy since I was fucking born. Is it any wonder I should want to block this stuff out of my head?"
Severus had to concede the point; for once, he was absurdly grateful he hadn't had to go through the same kind of indoctrination. "All right, then, I'll help you. But I can't guarantee that what was on my OWL will be on yours, understand? This is on your head, not mine."
Regulus nodded. "Anything will be better than the Troll mark I'm certain to get if you don't. Trust me, Severus, I'll make it up to you someday."
Book of Love – Witchcraft
Love potions were a dodgy business. Severus knew this better than most, yet somehow he found himself unable to stop what he was doing. He would never, never, never have administered such a thing to his pure, precious Lily; perish the thought, and perish the thinker as well for the heinous crime! But Regulus... now that was a different thing altogether.
He was another boy, which made it different from the start. Another Slytherin, which made it worse, or better. Another of a mind like himself, a little strange, a little ruined, a little – Dark. Another dark of hair and pale of skin, grown underground like a magical root.
He should have known, shouldn't he? In Slytherin house one had to expect this, didn't they?
The Cure – Pornography
Fifteen-year-old Regulus raised an elegant eyebrow. "Really, Severus, this is quite crude. And you're telling me Muggles actually buy this?"
Nearly-seventeen-year-old Severus matched the eyebrow as he paged through the wizarding mag Regulus had purloined and swapped for his own Muggle one. "Apparently. Curious, isn't it?"
"Curious is generous. Terrible, I would have called it." Regulus flung the Muggle magazine unceremoniously into the fire. "Come on, give that back."
Severus didn't look up from the pages his teenaged eyes were glued to. "Over my swiftly cooling corpse."
"That can be arranged."
The hesitation in Regulus's voice made Severus smile, and he glanced over the top edge of the pages. After holding Regulus's gaze for a few seconds, he snorted and once again buried his considerable nose in the moving five-and-a-half-colour glossies.
"Come on, Severus!" repeated Regulus, an unflattering and not very authoritative whine rising in his voice.
"In a bit," Severus replied, his voice hot and husky.
That gave Regulus an idea; preparing to snatch the magazine from Severus's hands, he unbuttoned his trousers.