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logansrogueOkay. I'm feeling the Muses conspire and I'm in more and more of a writing mood. Until I can release new material, here's a few of my favourite stories I've written:
In Memoriam :: ST:TNG fic. General. Short fic. Wesley mourns for Data.
Optimistic :: HP. H/Hr. Angst. Short fic. Harry faces the reality of taking on Voldemort in their biggest andfinal battle, and considers that it'll be a fight he'll have alone. Or will he?
Wait In The Fire HP. H/Hr. Angst. Short fic. Sequel to Optimistic.
Till The End of His Days :: Lord of the Rings. Frodo/OC. Long fic. Unfinished. I basically tried to write a happy ending for Frodo (cause I thought he fucking well deserved one!)
And now for a Harriet Cookie!!
Hermione was sitting on the bed, rubbing cream into her feet and toes. Her brow dented in concentration, and as Harry stepped through she looked up, smiling.
"Hey. Feel better?"
Harry nodded. "Much."
"I took the moisturiser," she said. She patted the bed next to her. "Come here."
He did, and Hermione knelt on the bed, full hair tumbling about her shoulders as she made room for him. He sat down and she reached for his feet.
"What are you doing?"
She looked at him as if it should be obvious. "Helping you relax, and hopefully making your feet feel better. Come on, then."
He lifted his feet a little, and Hermione wrapped her hands about his ankles, pulling his feet into her lap. He watched as she squirted white clean-smelling cream into her hands, his heart hammering a little with the uncertainty of it all. She shot him a short friendly smile before rubbing her hands together a moment, and then taking his left foot and massaging them vigourously. The cream was cold only a moment, and then his whole foot tingled from the deep rubbing. He battled not to roll his eyes back as it was the best thing he'd felt in a long time.
"Nice?" she said, a little smile on her face.
He nodded wordlessly.
"Lie down and enjoy it."
"Why are you doing this for me?" he asked her, the relaxation evident in his long vowels.
"I don't know," she said. "Why not? It's a girly thing, you know. Men seem to forget they have extremities that need as much care as the rest of them. I thought it might be a nice insight for you." Her shoulders shook as she rubbed his feet and toes in a business-like manner. She squirted more moisturiser on her palm and moved onto his right foot. "That and you've been going nuts with the strain of this, I could see it. I thought if I showed you there were things to enjoy while being a girl, you might ease into it and not be so anxious."
He laid back on the bed, closing his eyes. Hermione was very very good at this. He wasn't sure why or how, but his whole body seemed to warm at the massage. Then the thought hit him... this was a girl thing? Not a boy thing. He frowned.
"I won't get this when I'm a boy again? But it feels so nice..."
She didn't say anything for a moment, and when he opened an eye to look at her, she saw he was blushing. "Well... it's sort of... intimate. The sort of thing a girlfriend does for a guy." Her voice was a soft rush at the end of that sentence.
Harry looked at her with both eyes now. She wasn't looking at him, only her hands working his feet. His heart had skipped into a strong beat, and he could feel it in his throat when he swallowed. The warmth that he'd felt before was nothing compared to this. It spread through his chest, his stomach. It made his cheeks burn. The oddest thing to him was he felt the slowly curling tendrils of yearning growing somewhere deep inside of him, and it had something to do with Hermione. Maybe he just really wanted more foot massages.
In Memoriam :: ST:TNG fic. General. Short fic. Wesley mourns for Data.
Optimistic :: HP. H/Hr. Angst. Short fic. Harry faces the reality of taking on Voldemort in their biggest andfinal battle, and considers that it'll be a fight he'll have alone. Or will he?
Wait In The Fire HP. H/Hr. Angst. Short fic. Sequel to Optimistic.
Till The End of His Days :: Lord of the Rings. Frodo/OC. Long fic. Unfinished. I basically tried to write a happy ending for Frodo (cause I thought he fucking well deserved one!)
And now for a Harriet Cookie!!
Hermione was sitting on the bed, rubbing cream into her feet and toes. Her brow dented in concentration, and as Harry stepped through she looked up, smiling.
"Hey. Feel better?"
Harry nodded. "Much."
"I took the moisturiser," she said. She patted the bed next to her. "Come here."
He did, and Hermione knelt on the bed, full hair tumbling about her shoulders as she made room for him. He sat down and she reached for his feet.
"What are you doing?"
She looked at him as if it should be obvious. "Helping you relax, and hopefully making your feet feel better. Come on, then."
He lifted his feet a little, and Hermione wrapped her hands about his ankles, pulling his feet into her lap. He watched as she squirted white clean-smelling cream into her hands, his heart hammering a little with the uncertainty of it all. She shot him a short friendly smile before rubbing her hands together a moment, and then taking his left foot and massaging them vigourously. The cream was cold only a moment, and then his whole foot tingled from the deep rubbing. He battled not to roll his eyes back as it was the best thing he'd felt in a long time.
"Nice?" she said, a little smile on her face.
He nodded wordlessly.
"Lie down and enjoy it."
"Why are you doing this for me?" he asked her, the relaxation evident in his long vowels.
"I don't know," she said. "Why not? It's a girly thing, you know. Men seem to forget they have extremities that need as much care as the rest of them. I thought it might be a nice insight for you." Her shoulders shook as she rubbed his feet and toes in a business-like manner. She squirted more moisturiser on her palm and moved onto his right foot. "That and you've been going nuts with the strain of this, I could see it. I thought if I showed you there were things to enjoy while being a girl, you might ease into it and not be so anxious."
He laid back on the bed, closing his eyes. Hermione was very very good at this. He wasn't sure why or how, but his whole body seemed to warm at the massage. Then the thought hit him... this was a girl thing? Not a boy thing. He frowned.
"I won't get this when I'm a boy again? But it feels so nice..."
She didn't say anything for a moment, and when he opened an eye to look at her, she saw he was blushing. "Well... it's sort of... intimate. The sort of thing a girlfriend does for a guy." Her voice was a soft rush at the end of that sentence.
Harry looked at her with both eyes now. She wasn't looking at him, only her hands working his feet. His heart had skipped into a strong beat, and he could feel it in his throat when he swallowed. The warmth that he'd felt before was nothing compared to this. It spread through his chest, his stomach. It made his cheeks burn. The oddest thing to him was he felt the slowly curling tendrils of yearning growing somewhere deep inside of him, and it had something to do with Hermione. Maybe he just really wanted more foot massages.
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Date: 2006-08-08 03:01 pm (UTC)*goes off to read the rest of the fics*
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Date: 2006-08-11 12:05 pm (UTC)Btw, just yesterday I drew that last scene of Harriet, when they were sitting in Hermione's bed drinking whisky...I think, there was not kiss yet!
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Date: 2006-08-09 01:54 pm (UTC)Hugs
Eirian
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Date: 2006-08-09 01:58 pm (UTC)Someone reviewed it at Weaver of Dreams. I was so excited!
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Date: 2006-08-10 10:49 pm (UTC)Nancy!fic! :D Me likey.
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Date: 2006-08-11 12:16 pm (UTC)I'm so sorry, I've been terribly remiss with you. How are you? Is your flu getting any better? *hugs*
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Date: 2006-08-13 04:10 pm (UTC)*sends hope for a speedier recovery*
*hugs*