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[fics_by_maple]

I took drabble prompts - what do you know?

For natertatersmom
Pairing: Charlie/Lavender
Prompt: orgasm
Rating: dirty, dirty, dirty
Words: 125


"I saw you watching them," Charlie breathed against the back of her neck, before setting his teeth carefully against her skin.

"It's my job to observe th- them – nggh!" She whimpered when his fingers slid into her. "Stop trying to sound so superior."

Lavender wriggled away from his slippery fingers, reaching behind her to squeeze Charlie's already uncovered cock. He was as ready as she was.

"What part of the Ridgeback mating did you like best?" he asked, a cheeky timbre in his voice as he slid into her. "I think maybe the part where she presented herself to the male?"

She arched back into his thrust. "Maybe the part where she rips out his throat if he doesn't shut it and fuck her already."


For libgirl
Pairing: Panic at the Disco GSF (I think 'Panic GSF' might be a redundant)
Rating: PG-13
Words: 379 (I can't drabble gsf!)


It had been a long, ridiculous day filming in the desert with Jon and Ryan reaching stupid new levels of cute playing the guitar together. Not 'guitars'. Just the one. With Ryan strumming and Jon fingering the frets and then making up songs about the VW Bus breaking down together. Spencer and Brendon rolled their eyes and smirked because they knew then who would be sharing rooms that night.

They stood in the hallway as the hotel door shut behind Ryan and Jon.

"Just doesn't seem fair, does it?" Brendon pouted, his chin on Spencer's shoulder as he looked on.

Spencer sighed. "It's just …"

"I know! Totally just …" Brendon hugged his arms around Spencer's waist from behind.

They'd watched the quiet chemistry bubbling between Ryan and Jon all day, it didn't seem fair to be left out now. Not when they shared everything else.

Spencer squeezed Brendon's hand and pulled him toward the closed door. "Come on." Spencer knocked on the door.

"Go-way!" Came Jon's voice from just a few feet away. They'd obviously not gotten far.

"It's us, guys, open up."

"Spencer?" Ryan asked, his voice sounding shaky and breathless. "You have Brendon, fuck off."

"That's true. You do," Brendon said against Spencer's neck. Spencer leaned into his mouth, holding Brendon's arm tightly around his middle.

"And I plan to have Brendon," Spencer said to the peep hole. "But we want to come in."

There was beat of silence and then the door opened a few inches. Jon's mouth was wet and his t-shirt was off. They caught a glimpse of Ryan's chest through his unbuttoned shirt off to the side.

"What do you mean?" Jon asked, his tongue moving slow behind his bottom lip.

Brendon squeezed Spencer and he squeezed back.

"Don't leave us out here."

"Yeah, man," Brendon added. "How about it?"

Jon looked between them and then to Ryan who was still out of sight, giving a 'why not?' shrug. They saw Ryan's hands slide around Jon as he moved forward and peered out the door.

"All of us?" Ryan asked, mostly of Spencer.

"Yes, Ross," Brendon answered for him, talking big though he was still mostly hiding behind Spencer. "It's only fair."

"He says it's only fair," Ryan said to Jon, expressionless.


For abigail89

Pairing: Harry/Ron
Prompt: cheers (this could be used in a variety of ways, but this is how it worked for me)
Rating: PG-13
Words: 141

Ron raised his glass with the others when another toast was made to Harry. He stood on chair in the pub, which still only made him a head above the rest. His eyes were bright behind his specs and his cheeks were flushed. Ron noticed how his fingers twitched towards the shiny new medal that denoted him the new Head of the department but never let himself touch it.

Ron made it home before Harry did, and by that time, Harry's nose was as red as his cheeks and he sung a tune the boys had made up extolling his prowess.

Ron chuckled as he undressed Harry and put him to bed.

"I'm your boss, now, yeah?"

"Hm." Ron assented. It had already gone to his head.

"I can order you to fuck me, now, yeah?"

Well, he'd worked for worse.


For florahart
Pairing: Charlie/Hermione
Prompt: crumple
Words: 100 (exactly! Just for you)


George's wedding was reason enough to celebrate. Still …

Hermione's fingers drummed against the table in subconscious mimicry of the notes she'd be making if she were not smiling at Bill and Fleur's youngest.

Charlie sat across from her, rigid and unnatural in dress robes, watching the aforementioned child shove cake into his tiny mouth.

"Hermione."

"Charlie. You look like you'd rather not be wearing those robes."

Charlie flushed, informing her of her dangling implication.

"Oh, I mean…"

Charlie laughed quietly and came around to her chair. "Fancy doin' a runner? We can try not to crumple your pretty robes?"

For mrsquizzical
Pairing: Bob/Greta
Prompt: startled
Words: 149


Bob felt like a tool at Fueled By Ramen parties but Patrick had insisted. He really thought the whole 'Chicago connection' thing was overplayed and could give a fuck if Jon Walker was hosting. He was about to duck out when he saw her.

Her. Her.

He watched Greta sing with Patrick, dance with William and play piano with Brendon, all with a glass of whiskey clutched and untouched in his hand.

"Phew!" she panted, fanning her flushed face, when she retreated to his claimed portion of wall. "God, those boys don't let a girl rest. …Hi, I'm Greta."

"Bugh – hmgh," he cleared his throat. "Bob." Choking on one syllable. Smooth.

"Nice to meet you, Bob." She held his eyes while she reached out and took the glass from his hand, sipped his whiskey and returned the glass to him. "So, you're from Chicago, too?"

He loved his town.

Comments

[mrsquizzical.livejournal.com]

1. that last line got an actual lol from me. heeee.

2. "Spencer?" Ryan asked, his voice sounding shaky and breathless. "You have Brendon, fuck off."

perfect! there is so much in there. the old friendship with old patterns and the openness to talk about all of this, now.

3. stop making fun of short people, you. :~P

4. george is marrying lee, right? right?

5. GRETA! mmmmmm. she's sassy! (shut up. she totally is.) lovely bob. he doesn't have to be smooth. he has EVERYTHING else going on. *nods* i think you should write more of these two. just ftr. (after all the other stuff, naturally. i just mean... it's On The List.)

[florahart]

Ahahaha ONLY mine is 100 even. HEE.

Also, ahahaha Charlie in dress robes. :D

(also yay to the rest of them.)

[kath-ballantyne.livejournal.com]

*g* Eee cute.
All of them.
I even read the het because it was written by you.

[natertatersmom.livejournal.com]

I. Love. You.
!!!!!!!

[abigail89.livejournal.com]

Har,har,har!!! Very NICE! I can just see it. Lovely! Thank you.

[shygryf.livejournal.com]

oh i love them all!

[fics-by-maple.livejournal.com]

*g*

Thanks for the help, mah lovely!

*pats your little head*

Lee makes a very handsome groom. *nods*

Greta and Bob would make beeUteeful babies!

[fics-by-maple.livejournal.com]

I couldn't be bothered with word count, but I knew it mattered to you! :)

[fics-by-maple.livejournal.com]

Thank you!

I know, I hardly ever write het! hehehe

[fics-by-maple.livejournal.com]

It. Is. Mutual.
!!!!!

[fics-by-maple.livejournal.com]

*g*

Thank you!

[fics-by-maple.livejournal.com]

Thank you so much!

[mrsquizzical.livejournal.com]

greta and bob's babies would be ridiculously amazing.

i miss your glee.

[rose-starr.livejournal.com]

They are so soooooooooooo awesome!!! You rock beyond words!! ♥

[nakeefeet.livejournal.com]

These are lovely! I so ♥ the Harry/Ron. Ron could definatley do a lot worse that fucking Harry on demand!

[mcmuffins-js.livejournal.com]

OH dear lord! You are funny funny funny! The HP ones... LAVENDAR! Dirty girl. Hilarious! And the Ron - "He'd worked for worse"? hahahahahaha! Ohhhh Hermione and Charlie... yum. LOVE!