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PROMPT:Each drabble must include the following nouns:
- Person: Superhero
- Place: Vacation Spot
- Thing: Sunglasses
WORD COUNT: 210 exactly
TITLE: It's a Bird, It's a Plane, It's a..
WORD COUNT: 210, bb!
Pansy had decided to spend her birthday at her favorite vacation spot—a Muggle beach, she digressed. This had been a bad choice.
The day had been horrid. She'd broken a nail while cooking (Harry had insisted she learn to live without a house elf), lost her sunglasses--the heart-shaped ones that were charmed to give her an even tan on her face--and had gotten a sunburn when she fell asleep on the beach.
And, she was spending this birthday without him. Harry was in his last week of Auror training and even Pansy knew when not to be selfish and demand his presence.
Passing the time, she watched a bird in the sky. It was an odd bird; kept flying in strange patterns. Maybe it wasn't a bird but one of those Muggle applepanes. Maybe it was a superhero from that comet book Harry made her read. None of the Muggles seemed to notice it.
Then just as suddenly as she had spotted it to begin with, she realized what the bird really was. Painted in the sky was a single line.
Will you marry me, Parkinson?
Pansy smirked. What happened to that bespectacled git hating a scene? Perhaps it wouldn't be such a bad birthday, after all.
TITLE: Silver Lining
WORD COUNT: 210
Harry watched raindrops roll down the window of their hotel room and sighed. “I thought it was sunny in Mazatlan.”
Pansy snorted, tossing the guidebook she’d consulted at him. “Summers are primary rainy season for this region.”
“Maybe that’s why the package was so cheap, eh?”
He’s a great kisser… No hovering mother-in-law… He spoils me rotten…
“If I were a superhero, I’d have the power of sarcasm. Mere mortals would quail before me, with my words sharper than a Sectumsempra.”
“And that would be different, how?” Harry’s smile was indulgent.
“I would have a costume. A black leather catsuit with a bright red S, to match my lipstick.” Pansy’s eyes narrowed when she heard a muffled snort. “They’ll call me Sarcwoman and signal me by projecting a pair of rolling eyes into the sky.”
“I’ll be your sidekick, Scarboy. I will sense incidents of stupidity for you to mock.” She nodded, mollified. “But I want a cape.”
They packed in near silence.
“My new sunglasses!” Harry exclaimed, modeling them for his bride. “I didn’t get to wear them.”
Every cloud has a silver lining, Pansy thought, giving the grey sky a grateful look.
TITLE: What Really Matters
WORD COUNT: 210
WARNING(S): Fluff. Fluff. And More Fluff. EWE.
Harry didn't care what the wizarding world thought of him or about him.
The only people he cared about and what they thought about him were standing before him, playing in the waves of their favourite vacation spot in Italy.
He couldn't stop the smile even if he wanted to as his eyes fell on his beautiful wife Pansy. The woman who had stolen his heart in the months that followed the war when he could barely function. The sight of her playing with their two small children stole his heart all over again: her hair piled carelessly on her head, her large sunglasses perched on top of her head, and the most wonderful piece of black material that hugged her every curve, which only she could deem a swimsuit. His heart sung with the thought that he didn't need to get any closer in order to see the love that had sparkled every day in her pale blue eyes. The sparkle that had taken up residence when she told him 'yes' when he asked to keep her forever.
Watching his beloved wife and their children, it befuddled his mind that the rest of the world couldn't see what truly mattered to him: being Pansy's husband and his children's superhero.
WORD COUNT: 210
There she sat, licking her ice-cream absent-mindedly while giving her undivided attention to something entirely else, someone to be precise. Her ocean-blue eyes sparkled with anticipation whenever his story came to a climax. Her perfect lips turned into a pout when something happened not quite as she’d expected. Every now and then, she would smile or giggle at his witty remarks, creating tiny waves in her cascade of silky black hair. But all Harry could do was watch from a far corner.
Picking this Muggle vacation spot, introducing Pansy to that superhero geek, all was a terrible mistake. But who would expect his girlfriend to fall head over heels for a guy who wore sunglasses day and night? Well, calling them sunglasses would be an exaggeration, but ‘the sexiest mask ever’ was no apt description either. And she accused Harry of jealousy by saying that, which led to his stupidest declaration ever. Since then he’d considered eating his own words to get back to her, but it was not that easy.
Pansy smirked as Harry settled down beside her, knowing all along that he would eventually admit defeat. Resisting a couple of Teen Titans episodes, he might be able to; but resisting the attraction of Pansy Parkinson, he never could.
WORD COUNT: 210
Pansy stared at the Portkey. It would activate in three minutes. In her hand she held a bag containing only three things: a pair of sunglasses, the skimpiest bikini she owned, and the trashiest novel she could find. She was getting the hell out of here. Pansy could almost feel the sand between her toes. She had to get far, far away from Harry James Potter.
Yes, Harry was a colossal idiot. The superhero of all idiots! This conjured up images of Harry in one of those tight leather costumes. She liked that. No! She wanted to stay angry, not get all hot and bothered.
This was how things went with them. He’d do something stupid and she’d fly off the handle. Her anger rose again at the thought of how insensitive and unromantic his proposal had been. He’d asked her while they unpacked boxes in their new flat; her hair and clothes all messy and caked with dust and sweat.
She examined the ring he’d given her, which she’d tossed on dresser. It was his mother’s ring. She’d been so focused on how he’d given it that she’d nearly missed that part. Slowly realizing how insensitive she’d been, Pansy ran to find Harry. It was time to say yes.
When in Metropolis...
WORD COUNT: 210
WARNING(S): *Stole a line from the movie. Also Metropolis is the home of Superman, obviously, and Metropolis is in Massac County, Illinois. There huge statue of Superman in front of the county courthouse.
She stood akimbo outside of Massac County Courthouse looking more like Holly Golightly than Pansy Parkinson. With her oversized black sunglasses and posh, black dress, she received curious and long glances from passersby, as though they had never seen anyone like her before.
Harry Potter pushed his glasses back and grinned. There wasn’t anyone like Pansy Parkinson and he couldn’t quite stop staring either.
She turned to him then, a bemused smirk stretched across her face. “Do it for me.”
The humor in his face instantly drained away. “No way.”
“Please?” She stepped forward, clasping her hands together and pushing out her bottom lip.
Sucking in a breath, he looked around. “It’s humiliating.”
“I won’t ever ask you again,” she bargained, placing her hands on his chest.
“That’s a lie,” he told her. Because he knew it was her favorite thing for him to do.
She merely giggled. “C’mon. It’s our vacation!”
He conceded with a heavy sigh and then in a style that Clark Kent would have admired, he tore his glasses from his face, yanked Pansy against his chest and in his best American accent he said, “Easy, Miss. I’ve got you*”
Then he crushed his mouth to hers like a certain superhero always kissed his distressed damsel.
TITLE:It's a bird, it's a plane
WORD COUNT: 217
Pansy was falling.
One moment, she was watching Muggles (as if such an ordinary word could describe these individuals) battle each other, and then the next moment the bridge she was standing on gave way, the victim of a stray car smashing into it.
Pansy immediately reached for her wand, but before she could mouth the words to a spell, she crashed into a rock hard chest.
“Are you alright, miss?” Tilting her head up, Pansy looked into the bluest set of eyes she’d ever seen. Because her mouth had dropped open in shock, she could only nod mutely. The man flew her to a rooftop and gently set her down. “You should be safe here,” he said before soaring back into the sky.
“Superhero show-off.” A voice mumbled behind her. Pansy glanced back and saw Harry frowning up at the figure in the blue and red tights. “Here,” he added as he thrust her favorite sunglasses into her hand. “At least I managed to save them.”
With a laugh, Pansy threw her arms around Harry. “Regretting coming to Metropolis for our vacation?” She saw the smile that tugged at the corners of his mouth and instantly felt as if she were falling once again.
“Not when you’re with me.”
TITLE: Hero Complex
WORD COUNT: 210
WARNING(S): This is the vacation of our discontent.
“What do you mean you’re not coming on vacation?” Pansy shouted. “You promised me, and you promised Violet.”
“I’m sorry, Pans. But there’s these illegal potions dealers. It’s a—”
“Once in a lifetime chance,” Pansy finished his sentence familiarly, bitterly. “Fine, go—be the hero. Again.”
Harry ran a hand through his messy hair. “I’m not doing it to be a hero! I’ll be there in time to enjoy some of the vacation.”
“No, you won’t. You’ll owl, saying, ‘sorry, there’s too much paperwork.’ I’ll have to tell Violet, ‘sorry, Daddy’s helping people and can’t come.’” She grabbed her sunglasses, turning to leave. At the door, she paused and looked back. “You could be on a Greek island with your wife and daughter, Harry. Instead you want to stay and work. Let me finish!
“I don’t want a hero. Vi already thinks you’re a superhero. I just… want my husband and her father back. If you can’t do that, Harry…” Her voice broke, cracked, followed by the glasses in her hand, lenses shattering in her grip. “If you can’t do that, then don’t bother being here when we return.”
The ultimatum tinkled to the floor in a rain of shattered glass, punctuated with the quiet click of the door.
WORD COUNT: 210
WARNING(S): Questionable use of a superhero. Also, they're talking about The Incredibles, which I don't own any more than I own Harry Potter.
Pansy pushed her sunglasses back into her hair and squinted to get a better look. “I don’t understand. Where’s his wand?”
Harry shook his head. “He doesn’t have one.”
“But you said he was strong because of magic. How can that be true if he doesn’t have a wand?”
“He doesn’t need one.”
She narrowed her eyes disbelievingly at him. “Then it’s wandless? I’m sorry Harry, but I simply refuse to believe that a large man in red spandex is more proficient at wandless magic than I am.”
He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “No, it’s not wandless. It’s, er, it’s a different kind of magic. He was born that way.”
“So he was born with a spell on him to make him really strong?”
“Yes! Exactly! Now can we get some lunch?”
“But that doesn’t explain why his children have powers. Or why neither of them are strong. Or even why his wife can stretch like that!”
Harry pinched the bridge of his nose and closed his eyes. “All right! I give in! Disneyland was the wrong choice for our vacation. Next year, we’ll go to Australia like you wanted! Are you happy now?”
She smiled and leaned up to kiss his cheek. “Like you wouldn’t believe.”
TITLE: End of the Line
WORD COUNT: 210
WARNING(S): Angst, Character Death
It had been so easy, she scarcely considered it a hunt. She had him right where she wanted him, vulnerable and afraid for his life. His scent was strong and sweet, his fear a perfume of desperation permeating the surrounding air.
Her orders were simple: kill The-Boy-Who-Lived, the supposed superhero, saviour of the wizarding world. No hesitation, no negotiation. No mercy, no hope.
He whinged as she stretched to loom over him, grabbing a fist of his messy hair and pulling back his head. She dug her nine and a half inch mahogany length further into his neck, growling at his show of weakness. She brought her face down to his, noses touching and eyes locked, his panic no doubt reflected back at him from the lenses of her British Steels.
“Potter.” His name rolled off her tongue, drenched with years of silken vengeance.
His eyes widened with recognition, his voice a shaky whisper. “Don‘t do this Par—”
She jerked her fingers from his hair and covered his mouth, cutting him off. “Let’s not spoil the moment with sweet nothings, hmm. Best to think of something pleasant in these situations. Your favourite holiday spot, perhaps?”
He sighed against her palm and waited to be bathed in the sickly green light.
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