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Note to self: These will need to be broken out into individual posts for migration (and added to master list).

Adds: The queue is closed! I'll be working on these ASAP. :D

Using as an excuse the fact that I passed the 600-friends mark while on lock-down for Deathly Hallows, I'm calling for ficlet prompts related (or in opposition) to the new canon. By that I mean that you should feel free to ask for a canon-compliant ficlet, or one that contradicts canon. Highlight ahead to view a spoilery example of that last: Want to see Blaise Zabini kicking some arse during the battle for Hogwarts? Go ahead, ask! I just ask that your requests be related to Deathly Hallows because I have Hallows on the brain and couldn't possibly write anything else just now.

On the off chance that someone who hasn't completed the book stumbles across this post, I'm screening comments to it.

I'll take prompts (one prompt per person, please) until today at 6:00 p.m., EST, or until I receive 60 of them. I'll attempt to write your ficlets in a timely manner, but I make no promises about their length—or even their (mild spoiler ahead) "Thicknesse." *is ten*

Format for prompts:

[Character(s) or Pairing]: [Situation in or inspired by book (feel free to give a page number if you're using the U.S. edition)] and [a brief description of what you'd like to see done with it or to it]

And no, I shouldn't be awake right now, but you've all had a lot of interesting things to say!


Jul. 27th, 2007 09:15 am (UTC)
A "Purrfect" Reminder (482 words)
"Purr for me."

Dolores, down on all fours in her office at the Ministry, issued a raspy sound and leaned harder against Tom's legs.

The open locket dangling from its chain around her neck vibrated.

"Is that it? Tom asked, his hands stroking her hair a bit harder, almost pulling. "I'm disappointed. I thought we were friends."

"We . . . we are, but—"

"Then show me, Dolores. I want to see how much you value our friendship. Haven't I proved mine to you?"

"Oh, yes! But . . . but I'm—"

Tom's fingers tightened around a clump of Dolores' hair and pulled. "Purr."

Dolores loudy made the embarrassing noise that passed for her "purring." He was so pretty, her Tom, so powerful. She'd do anything he asked to learn his secrets, to have him—

"T-touch me? Urr, urr. Pet me, Tom? Rrrurrr, rrr. P-please?"

Tom laughed. "You've not been nearly as affectionate as I know you can be, Dolores. You don't deserve my touch. . . . Get the quill."

"Th-the quill?"

"You're not stupid. Or deaf."

Slowly, Dolores pushed herself up off the floor, only to freeze at the heat in Tom's voice as he spoke again.

"I didn't tell you to stand. The quill, Dolores."

"Yes, Tom."

Her knees hurt. They were still healing from the last time she'd . . . communed with her friend, but she could crawl. She would for him. She crawled to her desk and reached up to fumble about for one of her quills—one of his, actually; discipline was so important to Tom.

"I've . . . learned so much from you, Tom," Dolores said, as she grasped the quill and crawled back to kneel before him, her breasts jiggling as she began to breathe heavily in fea—anticipation.

"You know I like to see your face, Dolores."

She looked up at once.

"Good. Don't make me tell you again. Now then, I think you need a reminder."

"Wh-what do you mean?"

"Power runs through your veins, Dolores, yet you allowed a Mudblood to speak sharply to you during your interrogation today."

"The Dementors dealt with him quickly enough."

"Oh, you are a disappointment."

Dolores cringed to hear the sadness in Tom's tone. "I'm so sorry. I should have kept order."

"Yes, you should have—but that's what lines are for, yes?"

Dolores swallowed, not looking down at her torso or her arms or her legs. Lines. Where? One only had so much skin.

"Across that lovely bosom, I think," Tom said, smiling kindly, "close to your heart. Yes, and your reminder is 'magic is might'. Will you need a mirror?"

"I . . . I can manage," Dolores replied, pressing the quill to her sagging flesh and smiling over gritted teeth as she stared at Tom.

"Oh, that won't do," he chided.

"B-but I'm looking at you. I don't need to look down to write lines anymore!"

"I know that, Dolores, and it pleases me—but I still want to hear you purr."
Jul. 27th, 2007 11:50 am (UTC)
Re: A "Purrfect" Reminder (482 words)
I wasn't anticipating pet play, but it fits her so wonderfully... from the cat plates on her wall to the bow on her head, and the tag (locket) round her neck. Well done.
Jul. 27th, 2007 01:48 pm (UTC)
Re: A "Purrfect" Reminder (482 words)
*is stunned to discover she's written pet play*

Thank you. :)
Jul. 27th, 2007 05:49 pm (UTC)
Re: A "Purrfect" Reminder (482 words)
What a fine, twisted little kitten she makes! Evil bitch.

Well done
Jul. 28th, 2007 12:50 am (UTC)
Re: A "Purrfect" Reminder (482 words)
Jul. 28th, 2007 10:10 am (UTC)
Re: A "Purrfect" Reminder (482 words)
What a "purrrfect" way to deal with Umbridge. Great job!
Jul. 28th, 2007 11:56 pm (UTC)
Re: A "Purrfect" Reminder (482 words)
Thank you. :D