hackthis_archive ([personal profile] hackthis_archive) wrote2007-12-20 01:05 pm

Nuts.

I no can has pinch hit. :-( So. First ten people to drop me a pairing and an improv word will get a sentence of a story that doesn't exist. And by sentence I prolly mean like 100 words. Okay, I have my ten. No more! And before I forget:

Dearest Awesome Yuletide Writer Person:

I am out of town next week, but as soon as I can I will be sending you most slovering and effusive feedback.

<3,
Me.

[identity profile] raveninthewind.livejournal.com 2007-12-20 09:44 pm (UTC)(link)
Looks like I am too late, but just in case you feel like doing another:

Harry/Blaise, yule

[identity profile] hackthis.livejournal.com 2007-12-22 12:13 am (UTC)(link)
Harry once tried to explain the Muggle Christmas holiday to Blaise, but Blaise found the whole thing so insipid and nonsensical -- only a Hufflepuff would travel the land giving away presents to undeserving Muggles -- that he got up and walked out of the room. Harry wasn't particularly amused, but Blaise was particularly interested, until that night when Harry wouldn't put out. Regardless, Blaise though that that was the end of it, until he came home and found half the Forbidden Forest in their flat.

"What ignominy have you thrust upon me now?" Blaise sighed, standing at the foot of the pine tree and watching as Harry hovered around the ceiling on his broom.

"It's Christmas." Harry was using his wand to wind a string of bright lights around the tree. He didn't even pretend to be ashamed of such frivolity; it was revolting. And so quintessential Gryffindor. "We're celebrating."

"I am not perpetrating any Muggle lies," Blaise scoffed. "Take this monstrosity out of the sitting room at once."

Harry peered down his nose at Blaise. "If you don't help me perpetrate these 'Muggle lies' as you call them, I'll tell your grandfather all about our sex life. In graphic detail. With drawings."

Blaise paled fractionally. "That's blackmail."

Harry grinned. "There are some ornaments on the sofa, you can start with them."

"I always knew you'd been sorted into the wrong house," Blaise huffed. "I can't believe no one else has seen through your facade."

Harry smiled beatifically. "Yes, and Happy Christmas to you too."
Edited 2007-12-22 04:16 (UTC)

thank you!!

[identity profile] raveninthewind.livejournal.com 2007-12-22 04:41 am (UTC)(link)
Blaise is so, so whipped. *bg*

I love that Harry knows exactly how to manage him. :)