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shallowness) wrote2018-06-16 10:10 am
shallowness) wrote2018-06-16 10:10 am
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Two ficlets: Gotham (Selina-centric) and HP (Neville/?)
Nowhere Else to Turn. Gotham. PG. Selina Kyle, (Selina/Bruce). Double drabble. Expanding on a moment in 4.10 ‘Things That Go Boom’. Posting this before it gets jossed (I’ve only seen up to 4.10 on posting.)
Nowhere Else to Turn: shallowness
No club, no gun store. Sofia Falcone is right, they’ve got nowhere to turn, not if Penguin is coming for them, not if he can kill a kid. Selina thinks of apartments and squats, dotted through the city, and has to dismiss each of them.
The one place she can think of is Wayne Manor. Turning to Bruce.
Selina can see herself walking in on him through the window like she’s done so many times before. His head will be bent down in concentration, probably reading some old book. When she makes a noise, he’ll look up However wary he is, if she asks, she’ll have a place to stay. And she’ll be safe there.
Selina blinks the idea away. It’s not as sure a thing as her imagination makes out. It could play out so very differently. It’s been months since she last saw Bruce. She doesn’t know what kind of welcome she’d get if she turned to him, especially running from Penguin, Zsasz, and some serious weaponry.
Besides, she isn’t running on her own, she’s part of a team with Tabitha and Barbara. That’s real. Things look bad now, but they’ve survived this far. They’ll find a way.
Cherimoya. Harry Potter. Teen. Neville + ? (see Notes at the bottom). 500 words. Summary: Neville's trust is rewarded. Written for the prompt: ‘Any, any/any, blindfold.’ at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
comment_fic. Further notes at the bottom.
Cherimoya: shallowness
Neville stepped out of the fireplace into Ginny's flat, his eyes lighting up at the sight of her. Like him, she was dressed in Muggle clothes, but her tight black t-shirt and barely-there shorts looked so good that he thought the best thing would be for him to get rid of his own clothes pronto.
He must have suggested this in his kiss, because she was flushed when she pulled away.
"Not hungry for food then, are we?" she asked, amusement in her voice.
"Not really," Neville admitted, leaning back in for another kiss.
She placed a hand on his chest, stopping him immediately.
"Neville, do you trust me?"
He let his puzzlement show, didn't Ginny know already how much he trusted her? He'd trusted her with his life when they fought side by side with Luna and the rest of the Army. He'd trusted her with secret desires he hadn't thought he'd ever find the words for.
"Of course I do," he said simply.
Ginny nodded, and Neville watched her pull out her wand, tucked into her shorts, and point it at a piece of silky material lying on a table. It flew up to his face and blindfolded him. For a second, he was disorientated, but the softness of the material and the familiar sounds and scents of the room reassured him.
Ginny took his hands and slowly guided him out of the living room. He could work out where they were headed, and Neville couldn’t but smile as she turned them to the left, through the open doorway to the room with the outsize bed. But as soon as he stepped in, he was hit by a new scent, some sort of tropical fruit mixed in with the usual beeswax, detergent and Ginny smells.
And then he heard a chuckle, familiar, but oh so unexpected.
"L-Luna?" he asked.
"Surprise!" she and Ginny chorused, and Neville’s jeans were suddenly too tight.
"But, but-how?" he asked, his face turning to where he thought the voices came from. Luna was meant to be in South America for another week, and he and Ginny were meant to be planning her welcome home celebrations that night.
"I had a chance to Portkey back early," Luna said.
"Good," Neville said fervently.
"And now you're here we can finally have reunion sex," Ginny said, her hands tracing out a pattern on Neville's wrist. He was sure the hairs on his arm were standing on end.
"You waited for me," he said softly.
"Only just," Luna replied. Neville could imagine.
"Now the question is: blindfold on or off, Nev?" Ginny asked. And though he wanted to see Luna after such a long time, though he would never have thought that he would turn down the chance to watch her and Ginny, the prospect of being with them and relying on his other senses was turning him on incredibly.
"On now, off later," Neville said. "Please."
It wasn't the last time he said 'please' that night.
Neville Longbottom/Ginny Weasley/Luna Lovegood. The cherimoya is a south American fruit.
No club, no gun store. Sofia Falcone is right, they’ve got nowhere to turn, not if Penguin is coming for them, not if he can kill a kid. Selina thinks of apartments and squats, dotted through the city, and has to dismiss each of them.
The one place she can think of is Wayne Manor. Turning to Bruce.
Selina can see herself walking in on him through the window like she’s done so many times before. His head will be bent down in concentration, probably reading some old book. When she makes a noise, he’ll look up However wary he is, if she asks, she’ll have a place to stay. And she’ll be safe there.
Selina blinks the idea away. It’s not as sure a thing as her imagination makes out. It could play out so very differently. It’s been months since she last saw Bruce. She doesn’t know what kind of welcome she’d get if she turned to him, especially running from Penguin, Zsasz, and some serious weaponry.
Besides, she isn’t running on her own, she’s part of a team with Tabitha and Barbara. That’s real. Things look bad now, but they’ve survived this far. They’ll find a way.
Cherimoya. Harry Potter. Teen. Neville + ? (see Notes at the bottom). 500 words. Summary: Neville's trust is rewarded. Written for the prompt: ‘Any, any/any, blindfold.’ at
comment_fic. Further notes at the bottom.Neville stepped out of the fireplace into Ginny's flat, his eyes lighting up at the sight of her. Like him, she was dressed in Muggle clothes, but her tight black t-shirt and barely-there shorts looked so good that he thought the best thing would be for him to get rid of his own clothes pronto.
He must have suggested this in his kiss, because she was flushed when she pulled away.
"Not hungry for food then, are we?" she asked, amusement in her voice.
"Not really," Neville admitted, leaning back in for another kiss.
She placed a hand on his chest, stopping him immediately.
"Neville, do you trust me?"
He let his puzzlement show, didn't Ginny know already how much he trusted her? He'd trusted her with his life when they fought side by side with Luna and the rest of the Army. He'd trusted her with secret desires he hadn't thought he'd ever find the words for.
"Of course I do," he said simply.
Ginny nodded, and Neville watched her pull out her wand, tucked into her shorts, and point it at a piece of silky material lying on a table. It flew up to his face and blindfolded him. For a second, he was disorientated, but the softness of the material and the familiar sounds and scents of the room reassured him.
Ginny took his hands and slowly guided him out of the living room. He could work out where they were headed, and Neville couldn’t but smile as she turned them to the left, through the open doorway to the room with the outsize bed. But as soon as he stepped in, he was hit by a new scent, some sort of tropical fruit mixed in with the usual beeswax, detergent and Ginny smells.
And then he heard a chuckle, familiar, but oh so unexpected.
"L-Luna?" he asked.
"Surprise!" she and Ginny chorused, and Neville’s jeans were suddenly too tight.
"But, but-how?" he asked, his face turning to where he thought the voices came from. Luna was meant to be in South America for another week, and he and Ginny were meant to be planning her welcome home celebrations that night.
"I had a chance to Portkey back early," Luna said.
"Good," Neville said fervently.
"And now you're here we can finally have reunion sex," Ginny said, her hands tracing out a pattern on Neville's wrist. He was sure the hairs on his arm were standing on end.
"You waited for me," he said softly.
"Only just," Luna replied. Neville could imagine.
"Now the question is: blindfold on or off, Nev?" Ginny asked. And though he wanted to see Luna after such a long time, though he would never have thought that he would turn down the chance to watch her and Ginny, the prospect of being with them and relying on his other senses was turning him on incredibly.
"On now, off later," Neville said. "Please."
It wasn't the last time he said 'please' that night.
Neville Longbottom/Ginny Weasley/Luna Lovegood. The cherimoya is a south American fruit.