Nakedness is strictly optional
Sep. 8th, 2004 01:08 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
skoosiepantsArrr, I've lost me muse! *Ahem*
I seem to be having trouble getting into the writing mood. What I need is a challenge to get my creative juices flowing.
So, on that note, please, please please somebody give me a challenge... whatever you want me to write. Any ship, slash or het, any situation... please!
As a special incentive, or you know, whatever, here's a bit of Stranded that's actually not going to be in Stranded because I felt it didn't fit all that well.
(slash warning!)
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“We’ll need pointy sticks,” Ron cried out, waving his own about over his head.
The Gryffinpuffs all answered, “Aye!” Except for Hannah, of course, who was scowling in disapproval, and Dean, who looked ready to burst out laughing.
“And sharp-sided rocks to brain them with!” the redhead went on.
“Aye!” came the raucous cheers.
“And we’ll need to be naked!”
Several brows rose, their “Ayes” stuck fast in their throats.
“Er… what now?” Ernie asked nervously, shuffling his feet.
“Naked!” Ron repeated, oblivious to the sudden lack of enthusiasm. He was really getting into it now. “And covered in mud for camouflage!”
“Mud?” Pansy curled her lip in disgust.
“And leaves!” They’d blend in so perfectly, Slytherclaw wouldn’t have a clue what hit them until it was too late. He could just about see it – Malfoy, curled up unsuspecting in sleep, the curves of his pale face softened in the early dawn light, pink lips parted ever-so-slightly in whispery breaths. Ron would lean down and grasp his wrists, and the blonde’s eyes would slowly blink open, first in confusion, then surprise, struggling vainly to squirm out of Ron’s grip, his body writhing against the redhead’s, arching up, as he pressed his –
“Ron!”
He jerked his head to the right, blinking rapidly at Harry. “Yeah?”
“You were moaning,” the black haired boy pointed out, eyes just a tad wary.
Ron cleared his throat and clapped his hands together. “Yes, well… as I was saying,” he said, ignoring everyone’s curious stares.
“We’re not going naked, Ron,” Harry said firmly.
“Fine,” he huffed, “nakedness will be strictly optional.”
“You’re not going naked,” Harry clarified, earning a glare from the redhead. Ron hated being told what he could and could not do.
But he just pressed his lips together and grumbled.
****
Challenge me!
I seem to be having trouble getting into the writing mood. What I need is a challenge to get my creative juices flowing.
So, on that note, please, please please somebody give me a challenge... whatever you want me to write. Any ship, slash or het, any situation... please!
As a special incentive, or you know, whatever, here's a bit of Stranded that's actually not going to be in Stranded because I felt it didn't fit all that well.
(slash warning!)
****
“We’ll need pointy sticks,” Ron cried out, waving his own about over his head.
The Gryffinpuffs all answered, “Aye!” Except for Hannah, of course, who was scowling in disapproval, and Dean, who looked ready to burst out laughing.
“And sharp-sided rocks to brain them with!” the redhead went on.
“Aye!” came the raucous cheers.
“And we’ll need to be naked!”
Several brows rose, their “Ayes” stuck fast in their throats.
“Er… what now?” Ernie asked nervously, shuffling his feet.
“Naked!” Ron repeated, oblivious to the sudden lack of enthusiasm. He was really getting into it now. “And covered in mud for camouflage!”
“Mud?” Pansy curled her lip in disgust.
“And leaves!” They’d blend in so perfectly, Slytherclaw wouldn’t have a clue what hit them until it was too late. He could just about see it – Malfoy, curled up unsuspecting in sleep, the curves of his pale face softened in the early dawn light, pink lips parted ever-so-slightly in whispery breaths. Ron would lean down and grasp his wrists, and the blonde’s eyes would slowly blink open, first in confusion, then surprise, struggling vainly to squirm out of Ron’s grip, his body writhing against the redhead’s, arching up, as he pressed his –
“Ron!”
He jerked his head to the right, blinking rapidly at Harry. “Yeah?”
“You were moaning,” the black haired boy pointed out, eyes just a tad wary.
Ron cleared his throat and clapped his hands together. “Yes, well… as I was saying,” he said, ignoring everyone’s curious stares.
“We’re not going naked, Ron,” Harry said firmly.
“Fine,” he huffed, “nakedness will be strictly optional.”
“You’re not going naked,” Harry clarified, earning a glare from the redhead. Ron hated being told what he could and could not do.
But he just pressed his lips together and grumbled.
****
Challenge me!
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Date: 2004-09-08 06:45 pm (UTC)I am in fact demented. *hangs head in shame*
I blame Felton and his fish loving ways.
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Date: 2004-09-09 10:42 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2004-09-09 05:23 pm (UTC)Felton would hate to see me coming yo. ;) I'd eat his peoples.. *snickers*