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I still owe you my last Avdent Drabbles and so, without further ado, here they are:
Title: Champagne!
Author:
gin_tonic/
me_midget
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Charlie Weasley/Kingsley Shacklebolt
Prompt: Written for
adventdrabbles' Dec 20 Prompt: Warm Winter's Night
Word Count: 100
Warnings: suggested nakedness
A/N: All entries to this series can be found here.
Charlie smiled as Kingsley entered the bedroom again, carrying two glasses and a bottle of champagne.
"Are we celebrating something?"
Kingsley opened the bottle elegantly. "Yes, us. And Christmas, of course."
"But mainly us?" Charlie accepted the glass of champagne and clinked their glasses together. "Can I also celebrate you looking hot when you're naked? And can I celebrate the small mole on your left buttock? The v of your hips?"
Kingsley slid back into bed and kissed Charlie slowly. "On this warm winter's night you can celebrate whatever you want - as long as you're celebrating it with me."
Title: A stroll through the forest
Author:
gin_tonic/
me_midget
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: George Weasley/Viktor Krum
Prompt: Written for
adventdrabbles' Dec 21 Prompt: Evergreens
Word Count: 350
Warnings: none
A/N: All entries to this series can be found here.
George and Viktor were strolling through the forest quietly. Ever since Lee's party, there was this weird feeling between them. Torn between companionship and uncertainty, they were looking for something to hold on to. Both wanted to fight for their relationship—but how did one go about this kind of fighting?
It was Viktor who made the first move. Right there, in that snowy forest, he suddenly pressed George against a tree trunk and kissed him until George melted against him. Until they both were how they had been before.
George barely noticed how Viktor took out his wand and cast spells to ensure a little more privacy and warmth. Then, Viktor hand wandered lower and gently squeezed George's dick through his trousers. George moaned and pushed back against him and Viktor kissed him again, harder this time. He moved his hips against George's a couple of times, rubbing against him until the feeling became almost unbearable. Viktor turned George around, and both of them quickly opened their trousers and pushed them down.
Viktor spelled lube onto his fingers and started preparing George until George got too impatient and pushed back, wanting, needing more..
"Oh Merlin, fuck me, Vik! Please fuck me!"
Sliding into George felt incredible and he had to force himself to stay still for a couple of seconds until George had time to get used to the feeling. Fuck. When George pushed back against him, there was no stopping. Viktor thrusts were hard and fast and he knew he wouldn't last long. He reached around and took hold of George's dick, moving in time with his pushes, reducing George to a wanton, moaning mess.
They came almost at the same time. George's semen spattered against the tree trunk and fell onto the snow. Viktor barely managed to hold himself and George up until they'd caught their breath. He pulled out and George turned around, kissing him hard. "That was fantastic!"
Viktor grinned widely and spelled them both clean before they pulled their trousers up again. They still had to find and get their Christmas tree, after all.
Title: Decorations
Author:
gin_tonic/
me_midget
Rating: PG
Pairing: Hermione Granger/Ron Weasley
Prompt: Written for
adventdrabbles' Dec 22 Prompt: Tinsel
Word Count: 200
Warnings: none
A/N: All entries to this series can be found here.
"Have you seen Crookshanks?" Hermione asked as she came into the kitchen where Ron was looting the fridge. Over the years, his appetite had only increased. It was a little unfair that he never got any bigger, though.
Ron shook his head and, while trying to hide the fact that he was just eating a smoked sausage, mumbled something about the living room. Hermione searched on and found the little beast—and Rose, who was doing her best decorating Crookshanks with tinsel.
Hermione laughed. "He looks good in pink glitter, Rosie. Though I'm not so sure he likes being decorated." She sat down next to her daughter and hugged her to her chest. Crookshanks looked at her with annoyance, but he surely couldn't complain—after all, he must've held still for Rosie to accomplish this feat. "How about we take that tinsel and start decorating the tree?"
Rose gave an excited laugh and clapped her hands. Crookshanks seemed to like the idea as well and shook off the tinsel. Hermione levitated it into the living room and sat down with her daughter on her lap. "Now, where do we put the tinsel?"
Rose laughed again and pointed at the tree.
Title: Early Morning
Author:
gin_tonic/
me_midget
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Harry Potter/Severus Snape
Prompt: Written for
adventdrabbles' Dec 23 Prompt: Winter Soliste
Word Count: 200
Warnings: none
A/N: All entries to this series can be found here.
When Severus had invited him out to the Astronomy tower so early in the morning that it was basically the middle of the night, Harry hadn't quite known what to expect. His imagination had run wild and he had pictured everything from a romantic picnic to a fuck fest. He hadn't however, expected Severus to just stand there.
"Um, hi," Harry said and waved at Severus, suddenly unsure about the meaning of their meeting. Surely Severus couldn't have changed his mind about him now that they had sobered up.
"Harry, welcome." Severus smiled at him in a way that could only be called warm. All of Harry's fuzzy, happy feelings came rushing back, pushing whatever fears he had aside. When Severus pulled him in for a kiss, Harry had already forgotten his doubts. Seconds later, Severus conjured a couple of blankets, draping one around them. "I thought it would be nice if we watched the sunrise together. After all, the longest night of the year will be over soon and the days are getting longer again."
Harry snuggled against Severus, said "That would be lovely" and thought of the wonderful long days he would get to spend by Severus's side.
Title: The night before Christmas
Author:
gin_tonic/
me_midget
Rating: PG
Character: Ginny Weasley
Prompt: Written for
adventdrabbles' Dec 24 Prompt: Churchbells at Midnight
Word Count: 185
Warnings: none
A/N: All entries to this series can be found here.
Ginny stretched out on her bed at the Burrow and listened to the creaks and odd sounds that made up this house. It felt strange and yet good to be home for the night again, even though she hadn't lived here in many years. Her room had changed so little and had always stayed her little safe haven. She could hear her brothers snoring in the other rooms of the house, could hear her parents' whispered conversations, and the ghoul still banging away at the pipes in the attic.
She sighed happily and closed her eyes. Soon, she would hear the church bells that would ring for midnight mass at Ottery St. Catchpole. And she would falls asleep as gently had she used to, only to wake up to a house filled with chaos and laughter and food. She would tease her brothers and steal food from their plates, she would hug her mother, and give Dad a kiss on the cheek.
This was her Christmas, her perfect Christmas, despite all the chaos and the strangeness of the last couple of weeks. This was home.
Title: Champagne!
Author:
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Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Charlie Weasley/Kingsley Shacklebolt
Prompt: Written for
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Word Count: 100
Warnings: suggested nakedness
A/N: All entries to this series can be found here.
Charlie smiled as Kingsley entered the bedroom again, carrying two glasses and a bottle of champagne.
"Are we celebrating something?"
Kingsley opened the bottle elegantly. "Yes, us. And Christmas, of course."
"But mainly us?" Charlie accepted the glass of champagne and clinked their glasses together. "Can I also celebrate you looking hot when you're naked? And can I celebrate the small mole on your left buttock? The v of your hips?"
Kingsley slid back into bed and kissed Charlie slowly. "On this warm winter's night you can celebrate whatever you want - as long as you're celebrating it with me."
Title: A stroll through the forest
Author:
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Rating: NC-17
Pairing: George Weasley/Viktor Krum
Prompt: Written for
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Word Count: 350
Warnings: none
A/N: All entries to this series can be found here.
George and Viktor were strolling through the forest quietly. Ever since Lee's party, there was this weird feeling between them. Torn between companionship and uncertainty, they were looking for something to hold on to. Both wanted to fight for their relationship—but how did one go about this kind of fighting?
It was Viktor who made the first move. Right there, in that snowy forest, he suddenly pressed George against a tree trunk and kissed him until George melted against him. Until they both were how they had been before.
George barely noticed how Viktor took out his wand and cast spells to ensure a little more privacy and warmth. Then, Viktor hand wandered lower and gently squeezed George's dick through his trousers. George moaned and pushed back against him and Viktor kissed him again, harder this time. He moved his hips against George's a couple of times, rubbing against him until the feeling became almost unbearable. Viktor turned George around, and both of them quickly opened their trousers and pushed them down.
Viktor spelled lube onto his fingers and started preparing George until George got too impatient and pushed back, wanting, needing more..
"Oh Merlin, fuck me, Vik! Please fuck me!"
Sliding into George felt incredible and he had to force himself to stay still for a couple of seconds until George had time to get used to the feeling. Fuck. When George pushed back against him, there was no stopping. Viktor thrusts were hard and fast and he knew he wouldn't last long. He reached around and took hold of George's dick, moving in time with his pushes, reducing George to a wanton, moaning mess.
They came almost at the same time. George's semen spattered against the tree trunk and fell onto the snow. Viktor barely managed to hold himself and George up until they'd caught their breath. He pulled out and George turned around, kissing him hard. "That was fantastic!"
Viktor grinned widely and spelled them both clean before they pulled their trousers up again. They still had to find and get their Christmas tree, after all.
Title: Decorations
Author:
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![[info]](https://www.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif)
Rating: PG
Pairing: Hermione Granger/Ron Weasley
Prompt: Written for
![[info]](https://p.dreamwidth.org/c0b679d12b01/391035-177594/www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif)
Word Count: 200
Warnings: none
A/N: All entries to this series can be found here.
"Have you seen Crookshanks?" Hermione asked as she came into the kitchen where Ron was looting the fridge. Over the years, his appetite had only increased. It was a little unfair that he never got any bigger, though.
Ron shook his head and, while trying to hide the fact that he was just eating a smoked sausage, mumbled something about the living room. Hermione searched on and found the little beast—and Rose, who was doing her best decorating Crookshanks with tinsel.
Hermione laughed. "He looks good in pink glitter, Rosie. Though I'm not so sure he likes being decorated." She sat down next to her daughter and hugged her to her chest. Crookshanks looked at her with annoyance, but he surely couldn't complain—after all, he must've held still for Rosie to accomplish this feat. "How about we take that tinsel and start decorating the tree?"
Rose gave an excited laugh and clapped her hands. Crookshanks seemed to like the idea as well and shook off the tinsel. Hermione levitated it into the living room and sat down with her daughter on her lap. "Now, where do we put the tinsel?"
Rose laughed again and pointed at the tree.
Title: Early Morning
Author:
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![[info]](https://www.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif)
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Harry Potter/Severus Snape
Prompt: Written for
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Word Count: 200
Warnings: none
A/N: All entries to this series can be found here.
When Severus had invited him out to the Astronomy tower so early in the morning that it was basically the middle of the night, Harry hadn't quite known what to expect. His imagination had run wild and he had pictured everything from a romantic picnic to a fuck fest. He hadn't however, expected Severus to just stand there.
"Um, hi," Harry said and waved at Severus, suddenly unsure about the meaning of their meeting. Surely Severus couldn't have changed his mind about him now that they had sobered up.
"Harry, welcome." Severus smiled at him in a way that could only be called warm. All of Harry's fuzzy, happy feelings came rushing back, pushing whatever fears he had aside. When Severus pulled him in for a kiss, Harry had already forgotten his doubts. Seconds later, Severus conjured a couple of blankets, draping one around them. "I thought it would be nice if we watched the sunrise together. After all, the longest night of the year will be over soon and the days are getting longer again."
Harry snuggled against Severus, said "That would be lovely" and thought of the wonderful long days he would get to spend by Severus's side.
Title: The night before Christmas
Author:
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![[info]](https://www.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif)
Rating: PG
Character: Ginny Weasley
Prompt: Written for
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Word Count: 185
Warnings: none
A/N: All entries to this series can be found here.
Ginny stretched out on her bed at the Burrow and listened to the creaks and odd sounds that made up this house. It felt strange and yet good to be home for the night again, even though she hadn't lived here in many years. Her room had changed so little and had always stayed her little safe haven. She could hear her brothers snoring in the other rooms of the house, could hear her parents' whispered conversations, and the ghoul still banging away at the pipes in the attic.
She sighed happily and closed her eyes. Soon, she would hear the church bells that would ring for midnight mass at Ottery St. Catchpole. And she would falls asleep as gently had she used to, only to wake up to a house filled with chaos and laughter and food. She would tease her brothers and steal food from their plates, she would hug her mother, and give Dad a kiss on the cheek.
This was her Christmas, her perfect Christmas, despite all the chaos and the strangeness of the last couple of weeks. This was home.
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Date: 2016-01-13 08:53 pm (UTC)Nicely done!