3 Drabbles

I have written drabbles (ish) for dorrie6's First Lines challenge. Hikaru no Go, xxxHolic and Harry Potter. All worksafe.


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Telekinesis (Hikaru no Go)

"Shindou, this is ridiculous," Touya says, shifting irritably on the other side of the goban.

"Shut up, it's not." Hikaru frowns, concentrating more fiercely.

"You are not going to move the stones with your mind."

Hikaru looks up, giving him a level glare. "Not on my own," he says. "Obviously."

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Hold Still (xxxHolic)

"Ugh. Is it gone?" Watanuki asked, propping himself up on his elbows, one of which was throbbing.

"Hold still," Yuuko said, her expression intent as she scanned his face.

Maru and Moro danced behind her, inappropriately delighted. "Hold still! Hold still!" they cried.

Watanuki flopped his head back, knocking it repeatedly against the smooth hardwood floor. "Ow. Ow. Ow." The store room was a dangerous place, but he'd never opened a writing case and been chased by a quill before. It was the most undignified thing that had ever happened to him. Except for maybe the cat ears thing.

"Ow," he said, knocking again.

"You're not holding still," Yuuko observed, her voice dark with amusement. Watanuki glared at her, and she ran careful fingers over his cheeks. Then she smiled, springing to her feet. "There! All gone."

Maru and Moro laughed and hugged each other. They didn't chorus "All gone!", which Watanuki should have realised was a warning bell.

Doumeki's expression only changed a little bit when Watanuki came out to find him waiting at the front of the shop.

"Suits you," he said.

"What?" Watanuki demanded. "No, whatever it is. Whatever Yuuko just drew on my face, get rid of it."

Doumeki actually bit his lip. Then he stepped closer, and touched Watanuki's cheek. His fingers were a feather over the skin.

He was ridiculously close, closer than he needed to be, and Watanuki suddenly couldn't breathe. Doumeki's eyes were dark and very serious. Watanuki's cheek under his fingertips felt shivery for some reason.

"There," Doumeki said, stepping back abruptly, taking the heat with him. Watanuki blinked. "It's gone."

It was only when Watanuki got home that he discovered that Doumeki hadn't rubbed out the cat whiskers inked over his cheeks after all.

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Baby Blue (Harry Potter)

It was Remus who brought him in, small and quiet with that hair.

Harry reached out, cautiously in case Remus said that he shouldn't, and touched a pale blue curl. The baby opened its mouth and yawned, graceless and tiny. There was a little spit bubble at the corner of its mouth.

"He's, um ... he's a Metamorphmagus, then?" Harry asked.

"It's not supposed to be hereditary," Hermione said, fascinated. And then, realising that this might not have been the expected reaction, "Professor, he's gorgeous, he really is." She frowned, biting on a thumbnail. "It must be the effect of having two shapeshifters as parents - that's a powerful mixture."

"Well, I'm glad that if he inherited shapeshifting from us, it was this variety," Remus said. He sounded as though he was trying to joke, but there was a hoarse, pained note in his voice that spoke of dreadful seriousness. He stroked the edge of Teddy's forehead, very gently, under the soft impossible hair. He looked up. "Do you want -?"

Hermione stepped forward, then bit her lip. "I'm not sure that I - I'm not very good with - with small things. Babies and things."

Ron was in the kitchen with Andromeda and Tonks, theoretically helping them put away the shopping they'd been doing when Harry and the others ran into them in Diagon Alley. By the sound of it he and Tonks were mainly clashing saucepans together and getting in Andromeda's way, rather than helping.

Remus passed Teddy to Harry, who held his breath, taking the slight weight. He looked down at the small face. Teddy made a wet, sucking noise, and blew another spit bubble.

Harry adjusted his arms, careful and awkward. He knew that if babies were really as breakable as they looked, he would never have lasted with the Dursleys. He'd been older than Teddy then, though. When he was this age, he was probably being passed to his godfather to be held too.

Teddy squirmed a bit and raised his arms, and Harry adjusted his arms again, tucking the baby more securely against his knee. Godson, he thought, trying the word out in his head.

It sounded nice.

It'll be different for you, he promised. He was embarrassed by how serious he felt, here in this peaceful, sunny scene with Tonks snorting with laughter in the other room. But ...

I'll make sure.

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Links to the original fics these were based on are here.