just because
Sep. 11th, 2002 10:24 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hackthis_archiveI have zero desire to write anything happy… which tells me it’s probably very necessary at this moment. I know a lot of people aren’t writing today in observance, but I think that’s why I am writing.
I present to you The Uncommonly Happy Drabbles, just because.
Uncommonly Happy
Even when Harry sleeps, his hair is out of control; it’s the sort of minor annoyance that only Draco would notice. It’s not really an annoyance though, it’s just an observation. One of many observations that Draco has made in this bed, if only because Draco spends an inordinate amount of time watching Harry sleep. It’s not really an obsession, but Harry's scrunches his nose when he sleeps, and it makes Draco smile. It makes him feel... better.
Watching Harry Potter sleep as a relaxation technique.
Draco has always had sleeping problems, but something about being with Harry has made them disappear. Not that they’ve disappeared entirely, but they’re not nearly as vivid as they used to be. Draco doesn’t have to sleep with the linen over his face to muffle his noises anymore.
He used to dream in Technicolor about crimson blood and peeling skin. In his dreams he smelled burning incense and sulfur flames. Now Draco smells pumpkin juice and dirt. Harry’s hair smells like sour apples, and it’s slightly sticky from something that Draco has one or two guesses about.
Toffee apples are supposed to be for children.
Of course only children are supposed to have hair as unruly as Harry’s, and perhaps that’s why Draco can’t help but be drawn to it. Even in the past, before, well, just before, Draco was entranced by Harry Potter’s black mop. If ‘entranced’ is at all the right word, but how else to explain his accidentally turning Potter’s hair green and silver in their fifth year, or into snakes in their sixth?
In their seventh year he had been aiming for snakes and the Slytherin colors, but by then it was too late. Too late for Draco to pretend that what he felt for Harry was anything akin to animosity.
“’s it blue again?”
Of course Harry would wake up, he seems to know when Draco’s watching.
“Sorry?”
“My hair, is it blue again?” Ah, Draco had forgotten about the blue hair. Probably because it had disappeared so quickly – along with the blonde hair and the sandy brown and the white. He had put his foot down at the red - all those Weasleys were more than enough ginger hair for anyone.
“Don’t fret, I didn’t turn your hair blue again.”
“Oh, that’s all right then. Going to go back to sleep now?”
“’Kay.” And yeah, it is okay. It’s late and it’s dark, and Harry can’t see the enormous grin on Draco’s face when he wriggles back under the duvet. There’s a moment where Draco reaches out and smoothes the unruly mess away from Harry’s forehead, but it bounces back just as he knew it would. Not that Draco is bothered – pomade charms aside, he likes Harry just the way he is.
Uncommonly Happy
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jess79 made me south park clark/lex, and she likes the cars so this is for her.
Despite all protestations to the contrary, it is not just a car.
Lex has cars, Lex has thirteen other cars, but this car is special. This car has it’s own corner of the garage, and all lesser cars have been relegated to the other side so they don’t pollute the air. Lex won’t even let Hans touch it until he puts on rubber gloves.
Hell, even Lex puts on his driving gloves before touching it. That’s why no other car is allowed in the Enzo’s vicinity. It's precious, it's his baby. Instead of the One Ring, it's the One Car - but Lex looks much better than Gollum, and his feet aren't nearly as hairy as a hobbit's.
“You’re never going to take this car out the garage, are you?”
Take it *out*? Is he mad?
“Have you had a head injury since the last time I saw you, Clark?”
“What? No, Lex, I was just asking a question.”
A silly – stupid – why on earth…
“Why would I do something like that?”
“Because it’s a car, Lex? Most people buy cars so they can drive them.”
Plebes.
“It is not just a car, Clark. I have cars. This is a masterpiece. It’s beautiful. I’ve never seen anything this exquisite in my life.” Okay, small exaggeration but Clark’s pouting so Lex has truly done well.
Now he’s never seen anything this beautiful in his life. Cars and Clark, Clark and cars. It’s hard for Lex to decide which one he enjoys more at this exact moment in time, of course this is what the picnic is for.
A mutual appreciation experience.
“Explain to me why we’re having the picnic in the garage, Lex.”
“Because it’s raining.”
“Well, yes, I can see that based on the rain outside. What I mean to ask is why aren’t we eating inside, you know, like the rest of the world?”
“Because we’re not like the rest of the world, Clark.”
“I think I’ve only heard you say that fifty times since I’ve known you, Lex.”
“Is this your way of saying you don’t’ believe me?”
“No, this is my way of saying that if you’re trying to group me with your cars, we’re going to have a problem.”
“Oh, I would never says that, Clark. Besides, the car costs more than you do.” Lex didn't mean to say that.
“What?”
Danger, Lex Luthor! Danger!
“It’s called a joke, Clark. A joke, you know, a very expensive joke, but a joke nevertheless.”
“You’d be singing a different tune if something were to suddenly happen to your precious car.”
“You wouldn’t dare—“
“Like if it suddenly went off a bridge or something.”
“Clark…”
“I was just saying, Lex.”
“Don’t say things like that. I don’t like threats.” Especially when they're about his baby.
“Yeah, well I don’t like being compared to cars so I guess we’re even.”
Pouting and sulking in one day, Lex truly is blessed – and he’s got a brand new limited edition Ferrari. God, it’s good to be him.
“I wasn’t comparing you to the car, Clark. I know which one is more important.” The car… the car… the car.
“You are.”
“You mean it, Lex?”
“Of course I do.”
“Does that mean I can drive the car?”
“I didn’t say that.”
I present to you The Uncommonly Happy Drabbles, just because.
Uncommonly Happy
Even when Harry sleeps, his hair is out of control; it’s the sort of minor annoyance that only Draco would notice. It’s not really an annoyance though, it’s just an observation. One of many observations that Draco has made in this bed, if only because Draco spends an inordinate amount of time watching Harry sleep. It’s not really an obsession, but Harry's scrunches his nose when he sleeps, and it makes Draco smile. It makes him feel... better.
Watching Harry Potter sleep as a relaxation technique.
Draco has always had sleeping problems, but something about being with Harry has made them disappear. Not that they’ve disappeared entirely, but they’re not nearly as vivid as they used to be. Draco doesn’t have to sleep with the linen over his face to muffle his noises anymore.
He used to dream in Technicolor about crimson blood and peeling skin. In his dreams he smelled burning incense and sulfur flames. Now Draco smells pumpkin juice and dirt. Harry’s hair smells like sour apples, and it’s slightly sticky from something that Draco has one or two guesses about.
Toffee apples are supposed to be for children.
Of course only children are supposed to have hair as unruly as Harry’s, and perhaps that’s why Draco can’t help but be drawn to it. Even in the past, before, well, just before, Draco was entranced by Harry Potter’s black mop. If ‘entranced’ is at all the right word, but how else to explain his accidentally turning Potter’s hair green and silver in their fifth year, or into snakes in their sixth?
In their seventh year he had been aiming for snakes and the Slytherin colors, but by then it was too late. Too late for Draco to pretend that what he felt for Harry was anything akin to animosity.
“’s it blue again?”
Of course Harry would wake up, he seems to know when Draco’s watching.
“Sorry?”
“My hair, is it blue again?” Ah, Draco had forgotten about the blue hair. Probably because it had disappeared so quickly – along with the blonde hair and the sandy brown and the white. He had put his foot down at the red - all those Weasleys were more than enough ginger hair for anyone.
“Don’t fret, I didn’t turn your hair blue again.”
“Oh, that’s all right then. Going to go back to sleep now?”
“’Kay.” And yeah, it is okay. It’s late and it’s dark, and Harry can’t see the enormous grin on Draco’s face when he wriggles back under the duvet. There’s a moment where Draco reaches out and smoothes the unruly mess away from Harry’s forehead, but it bounces back just as he knew it would. Not that Draco is bothered – pomade charms aside, he likes Harry just the way he is.
Uncommonly Happy
jess79 made me south park clark/lex, and she likes the cars so this is for her.Despite all protestations to the contrary, it is not just a car.
Lex has cars, Lex has thirteen other cars, but this car is special. This car has it’s own corner of the garage, and all lesser cars have been relegated to the other side so they don’t pollute the air. Lex won’t even let Hans touch it until he puts on rubber gloves.
Hell, even Lex puts on his driving gloves before touching it. That’s why no other car is allowed in the Enzo’s vicinity. It's precious, it's his baby. Instead of the One Ring, it's the One Car - but Lex looks much better than Gollum, and his feet aren't nearly as hairy as a hobbit's.
“You’re never going to take this car out the garage, are you?”
Take it *out*? Is he mad?
“Have you had a head injury since the last time I saw you, Clark?”
“What? No, Lex, I was just asking a question.”
A silly – stupid – why on earth…
“Why would I do something like that?”
“Because it’s a car, Lex? Most people buy cars so they can drive them.”
Plebes.
“It is not just a car, Clark. I have cars. This is a masterpiece. It’s beautiful. I’ve never seen anything this exquisite in my life.” Okay, small exaggeration but Clark’s pouting so Lex has truly done well.
Now he’s never seen anything this beautiful in his life. Cars and Clark, Clark and cars. It’s hard for Lex to decide which one he enjoys more at this exact moment in time, of course this is what the picnic is for.
A mutual appreciation experience.
“Explain to me why we’re having the picnic in the garage, Lex.”
“Because it’s raining.”
“Well, yes, I can see that based on the rain outside. What I mean to ask is why aren’t we eating inside, you know, like the rest of the world?”
“Because we’re not like the rest of the world, Clark.”
“I think I’ve only heard you say that fifty times since I’ve known you, Lex.”
“Is this your way of saying you don’t’ believe me?”
“No, this is my way of saying that if you’re trying to group me with your cars, we’re going to have a problem.”
“Oh, I would never says that, Clark. Besides, the car costs more than you do.” Lex didn't mean to say that.
“What?”
Danger, Lex Luthor! Danger!
“It’s called a joke, Clark. A joke, you know, a very expensive joke, but a joke nevertheless.”
“You’d be singing a different tune if something were to suddenly happen to your precious car.”
“You wouldn’t dare—“
“Like if it suddenly went off a bridge or something.”
“Clark…”
“I was just saying, Lex.”
“Don’t say things like that. I don’t like threats.” Especially when they're about his baby.
“Yeah, well I don’t like being compared to cars so I guess we’re even.”
Pouting and sulking in one day, Lex truly is blessed – and he’s got a brand new limited edition Ferrari. God, it’s good to be him.
“I wasn’t comparing you to the car, Clark. I know which one is more important.” The car… the car… the car.
“You are.”
“You mean it, Lex?”
“Of course I do.”
“Does that mean I can drive the car?”
“I didn’t say that.”
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Date: 2002-09-11 10:38 am (UTC)you get kisses for the cuteness of these two snippets. ack, i admit that i snickered, and then wanted more.
definately feel-good winners.
thanks luvie, that was a good way to go.
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scy
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Date: 2002-09-11 11:34 am (UTC)that's what i'm aiming for, babe. i'm glad you enjoyed them.
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Date: 2002-09-11 10:58 am (UTC)*snicker*
“You’d be singing a different tune if something were to suddenly happen to your precious car.”
“You wouldn’t dare—“
“Like if it suddenly went off a bridge or something.”
“Clark…”
“I was just saying, Lex.”
Reminds me of the Monty Python sketch where the mobsters are trying the old protection racket on the army -- "Shame if your army fell down and hurt itself, wot?"
And the Draco/Harry -- so sweet! Turning Harry's hair silver and green is sooooo much subtler than giving him his scarf. *g*
"Observance" is what you make of it. Do what you're moved to do. Uncommonly Happy should be treasured, too.
nobody expects the spanish inquisition!
Date: 2002-09-11 11:35 am (UTC)LOL. i could really use some MP today. damn work getting in the way of more important things!
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Date: 2002-09-11 10:59 am (UTC)what on earth is the world coming to?
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Date: 2002-09-11 11:35 am (UTC)i told you, i'll make you a believer yet!
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Date: 2002-09-11 11:49 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2002-09-11 11:00 am (UTC)heeeee! Absolutely adorable Clex, and Harry's HAIR. awww.
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Date: 2002-09-11 11:36 am (UTC)if this made you smile at all then i've done my job.
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Date: 2002-09-11 11:53 am (UTC)<- is all, "DON'T THEY HAVE ENOUGH PROBLEMS ALREADY? !!!"
the HP fandom gets me sort of fluffy as well. bitches. so insidious!
but. yes. could read well written Lex/Clark stuff like this for hours and never get sick of it.
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Date: 2002-09-11 12:12 pm (UTC)ah yes, the avoidence tactic. it's times such as these that i pull out the happy stuff. i offer you andy's 'help wanted' (http://www.livejournal.com/talkread.bml?journal=andariell&itemid=17163#cutid1), wendi's pretty much everything (http://www.livejournal.com/talkread.bml?journal=happyminion&itemid=8163). the same can be found generally by reading
what else is there?
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Date: 2002-09-11 12:32 pm (UTC)<- on a higher plane right now, vibrating at squee levels of clex-ish love
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Date: 2002-09-11 11:08 am (UTC)“I think I’ve only heard you say that fifty times since I’ve known you, Lex.”
He has, hasn't he? *giggle* So cute.
And I know what you mean about not wanting to write but feeling the need to. I'm not stalwart enough, I think, though. Maybe tomorrow.
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Date: 2002-09-11 11:37 am (UTC)I know exactly what you mean, darlin', but maybe tomorrow.
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Date: 2002-09-11 11:37 am (UTC)b) i'm glad i could make you happy.
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Date: 2002-09-11 11:14 am (UTC)First off, I am not sure this was a happy fic at. all.
Melancholy? Bittersweet? Something. It could be my mood.
I fucking loved the hair thing. Especially the Slytherin colors and snakes. But the blue was good. And the list. Yes. I like all that v much. Maybe move than the fact that I am considering Draco's dreams now.
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Date: 2002-09-11 11:39 am (UTC)i suspect it's your mood. i was trying for happy though. just, you know, fyi.
Maybe move than the fact that I am considering Draco's dreams now.
c'mon, you play jung, i'll be freud.
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Date: 2002-09-11 11:34 am (UTC)::hysterical giggle::
Guh. I love it.
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Date: 2002-09-11 11:39 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2002-09-11 12:24 pm (UTC)“Because we’re not like the rest of the world, Clark.”
“I think I’ve only heard you say that fifty times since I’ve known you, Lex.”
Hmm. Would nakedness improve Clark's standing, you think?
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Date: 2002-09-11 01:02 pm (UTC)I suspect as much. I pondered the idea of them having sex in the car but a) that is not physically feasible, b) everybody knows smut and i don't work well together and c) i wanted *you* to write it. *g*
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Date: 2002-09-11 02:31 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2002-09-11 02:51 pm (UTC)oh, not in a million years. *g*
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Date: 2002-09-11 07:42 pm (UTC)Great fic Zahra. Thanks for the happy!
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Date: 2002-09-11 01:16 pm (UTC)mm. thank you, for the smiles. they feel weird today, but welcome.
sour apples...! i can so see that. and pumpkin juice. and dirt. yes...!
*licks lips* yum.
hair......!
adorableness.
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Date: 2002-09-11 01:35 pm (UTC)i know what you mean. i really wasn't feeling the happy-fic, but that told me more than anything that it might be needed.
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Date: 2002-09-11 02:23 pm (UTC)I'm loving it! The car! I knew you would have to write it. Lex wouldn't leave you alone, would he?
The car! Clark! The car! Clark!
Delicious, baby girl. Thank you so much.
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Date: 2002-09-11 02:52 pm (UTC)you know Lex, all last night blahcakescar...blahcakesferraridamnit.
you, and your cars obsession
Date: 2002-09-11 02:35 pm (UTC)Re: you, and your cars obsession
Date: 2002-09-11 02:53 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2002-09-11 06:22 pm (UTC)Sooo perfect! Thanks babe!
And it gave me inspiration for the icon I promised ya! Hope you like it:
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Date: 2002-09-12 09:28 am (UTC)Re:
Date: 2002-09-12 09:22 pm (UTC)Pretty cars and pretty boys. Mmmmm...
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Date: 2002-09-12 05:54 pm (UTC)Watching Harry Potter sleep as a relaxation technique.
Awwww.
2. Ha! So many brilliant things here.
“Because it’s a car, Lex? Most people buy cars so they can drive them.”
Plebes.
!!!!! So amusing.
Danger, Lex Luthor! Danger!
You're killing me here. I love a girl that can appreciate a nice car (fetish). Fabulous, fabulous.
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Date: 2002-09-13 09:14 am (UTC)