Drabbly-drabblety?

[lyricality]

I AM USING THIS ICON TO FEEL ACCOMPLISHED.
It is not working.

To follow a developing trend (yes, two people is a trend, hush up) and to have an excuse not to work on my portfolio, I am offering to do drabbles. Liek OMG, yes. My weird and varied fandoms are as follows:

Star Wars (don't break my brain too much with this)
Charlie and the Chocolate Factory
PotC
HP
Sherlock Holmes
Lady in the Water
YuGiOh!
Tabula Rasa (have we established by now that this is, in fact, a fandom? =P )
King Kong (2005)
The Secret of NIMH
Once Upon a Time in Mexico
Anastasia
Gravitation
FFVII (including Advent Children)
Lazytown (I haven't actually tried this. It might be disturbing.)

...There is a high probability that you will get smut, or something close to it, because I have not been writing a lot of smut and am thus deprived. In fact, if you absolutely do NOT want smut...you should probably say so in your request. Eh heh heh. *tries to look innocent and FAILS*

Comments

Re: smut???

[lyricality.livejournal.com]

*cough* *clears throat* I hope that title means you did want smut. Ahem. Abracadabra-verse, just for you. ♥

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The shift in his dreams was so slow and subtle that he barely noticed it. The chaotic imagery of the subconscious mind turned, condensed, and like pouring sugar into cream he felt it solidify, reform into something familiar and sweet, something desired. Another sifting, another push and he knew unthinking that he was making love, strangely still, dark hair gleaming against the pillows beneath them and white thighs locked around his waist, everything in slow motion except the low and desperate sounds of a familiar voice, rising in pleasure.

Then he felt real warmth and he was suddenly awake, shaken with unexpected ecstasy, and the voice was familiar because it was his own, and not Wonka’s. Wonka was incapable of speech just now, because his head was buried between Charlie’s legs.

“Oh fucking Christ,” Charlie breathed, astonished, entirely unguarded.

The obscenity was enough to distract Wonka from his purpose, lifting his head to regard his erstwhile protégée with smoky but reproachful eyes and beautifully swollen lips. “Charlie,” he said, stern, but closing his eyes for a moment as he rubbed one smooth, smooth cheek against the rigid length of Charlie’s erection.

“Oh God,” Charlie pleaded, his own eyes closing, his back arching up in silent supplication. “Don’t stop!”

Always a tease, Wonka brushed against him with his lips, tonguing just below the head until Charlie cried out again, wordless but wanting. “I wouldn’t,” he promised then, and drew in a breath before sliding Charlie deep into his mouth once more, into the warmth of his throat.

Shaking, Charlie arched back against the sheets, fingers tangling into the silk and toes helplessly curling. “You might,” he gasped, barely audible. “But I would forgive you for that, too.”

oh, I ALWAYS want smut!

[piscaria.livejournal.com]

This was absolutely wonderful!

I loved the delicious smuttiness of it, of course, but I also loved the way you slipped the little things I LOVE about those characters into such a short piece. Wonka chiding Charlie for swearing was a lovely touch! And that ending line -- so sweet!

*still smiling*

(And I'm sorry it took me so long to reply to it . . . I loved it the first time I read it, of course, but I wasn't really feeling capable of replying to it then. Sometimes words simply fail me.)

Re: oh, I ALWAYS want smut!

[lyricality.livejournal.com]

I'm so glad you liked it! *squishes you* ♥

You should also know that I meant to go to bed at a reasonable hour last night...and then stayed up late reading parts of Distance Makes the Heart. >.>