Lydia's Drabble Thread (currently taking requests)

[OCC]

I've written a few other things on the forum, but I'm either a terrible writer, or Les Amis is not a terribly popular fandom, because there wasn't a lot of interest. So, I'm trying to improve my writing by doing a bunch of drabbles. I'm not great at writng fanfic, so I'm taking prompts to better myself. I'm very familiar with Harry Potter, Sherlock, Doctor Who, and Les Miserables, and pretty familiar with Supernatural and Sleepy Hollow. I'm definitely forgetting some, so ask me if there's a fandom you want me to write in that's not listed. I'll pretty much write any pairing that I'm familiar with.

[SpookyBoi]

My sisters name is Lydia!

[ID2006]

So I know there is a ton of Sherlock on here, but I still can't get enough. I love any and all pairings, but Id be particularly interested in some Johnlock. Or some friendship fluff of Lestrade and John or Lestrade Sherlock.

[Seniorstatus14]

I'd be extremely interested in a sick Amy from DW

[SterlingSilver]

First of all, it's really kind of you to offer up drabble requests to the readers~! Thanks a bunch >w<~

I'll read literally anything Castiel-related (from SPN). You are a talented writer, Lydia, so I'll try to keep up with this thread no matter what you write~

[OCC]

I originally wanted to do drabbles that were actually 100 words long, but when I have three little paragraphs of exposition, I feel the reader deserves more than one paragraph of actual sneezing. Hopefully in future I'll be able to get below 200 words. Please, give me some constructive criticism if you see anything that could be improved on.

So I know there is a ton of Sherlock on here, but I still can't get enough. I love any and all pairings, but Id be particularly interested in some Johnlock. Or some friendship fluff of Lestrade and John or Lestrade Sherlock.

Here you go! Sorry it didn't really turn out to be johnlock.

John’s phone buzzed, but he wasn’t going to answer it this time. He and Jenna had just been shown their table, and he’d had this reservation for months. Sherlock Holmes could wait until his date was over.

He was halfway through an incredibly boring conversation about a customer of Jenna’s whose hair hadn’t turned out quite the way she’d wanted when his resolve broke and he excused himself to the bathroom. ‘Come at once. - SH,’ the text read in Sherlock’s usual terse style.

“Er-there’s been an emergency at my flat, my flatmate’s a bit- listen, I’ll call you,” he explained to Jenna, and, ignoring her indignant protests, made his way out of the restaurant.

John exited the cab into the cold, clear London night air, which made the transition into 221b a bit of a shock. The air inside the flat was so thick, John almost choked as he opened the door. Sherlock was seated on the floor, surrounded by tiny bottles of perfume.

“Jod,” Sherlock greeted him, voice stuffy. “I deed an antihistabine.” He paused briefly to rub his nose with the back of his hand, and pointed to the bathroom. John, who was accustomed to this sort of thing by this point, found the antihistamine under the sink. While he was in the bathroom, he heard a large “HEY-atchoo,” which could only have come from Sherlock.

“Sherlock, why did you give yourself an allergic reaction ?” John asked flatly, in a tone that indicated he had had it up to here. Sherlock opened his mouth to reply, but sneezed instead.

“H-hushooo…At the crime scene, Jon, did you dot dotice that there was a lingerig scent of perfube? Do, of course you didn’t, do one ever dotices these thigs.. Heshhhh…I was allergic, and so udable to idetify the type, therefore it was decessary to perforb an….ehhh-shooo...experibent. I have not yedt found the perfube the induces the exact reaction, so I bust contidue.” Although stuffy, Sherlock’s speech was precise, and he seemed to anticipate the exact moment when a sneeze would burst forth. He took the pills from John, setting them aside.

John retreated to his chair, watching Sherlock methodically spray each perfume in the air, sniff deeply, and then replace it on the ground. His sneezes soon died away, but he continued sniffling softly. Around twelve, he hit upon the correct perfume. The effect was instantaneous, and much more violent than before. The moment he he breathed in, he began to sneeze rapidly without stopping.

“Het-shoo, HITSH-shoo, E-atch-SHOO, Emma W- Atch-shhh, Wensworth.” Sherlock exclaimed, and, still sneezing, was off the floor and out the door in one fluid motion. John sighed and followed him, picking up the pills he had left behind.

Edited March 17, 2014 by occasionalfury

[ID2006]

*Dances around in giddy excitement

Constructive criticism, ha, too busy prancing about like an insane fool for having my prompt filled... which was lovely by the way.

[OCC]

I'd be extremely interested in a sick Amy from DW

Colds are not my thing, so let me know if there’s anything I could do to improve this. Also, I feel like I can’t really write Amy’s dialogue well. So again, any constructive criticism you can give is greatly appreciated.

(Amy’s Choice Au)

As the sound of birdsong faded, Amy returned to consciousness. She was lying in her bed, in the cottage in Upper Leadworth. Beside her, Rory was also yawning in his chair beside the bed.

“Any better?” he asked, feeling her forehead. She sniffled, and shook her head a bit, wincing at the action. Her head felt like it was full of cotton balls. “You’ve still got a fever, but It think it’s down a bit from yesterday.”

“Kit’shhh.”

When Amy sneezed, Rory was already there with a tissue. “Blow,” he instructed, but she wasn’t done.

“Itsh-shhh, Hetch-shiii...Rory, I thindk I cad blow...heh...blow by owd dose...Heh-shiiew,” she said, but her tone was fond.

"Right, yes." He replied, a bit flustered. She was beautiful even like this, he thought. She was exhausted, her nose red and runny, her cheeks flushed with fever, but she was radiant.

[OCC]

I'll read literally anything Castiel-related (from SPN)

The whole setting of this is very fuzzy, as the seasons and their respective plots tend to blur together in my head. This probably breaks at least a couple protocols established by the actual show. Also, as previously mentioned, I am terrible at characterization, so be forewarned.

~~~~~~

“Dean, I am experiencing nasal spasms.”

“Cas, what-”

“Hetch-shhh”

“Sneezing, Cas, you’re sneezing.”

“I dislike it.”

“Most people do, Cas…”

“HETTCH-shiew.”

“Jesus, that’s twice now. You getting sick?”

“As I am not the son of god, I assume you are using the word as an ejaculation. Is this sneezing abnormal?”

“Cas, you can’t- Sneezing is normal, but-”

“ESHH-shiew”

“-you’re doing an awful lot of it for someone who’s not sick.”

“I am an angel of the lord, I cannot become ill.”

“Uh, allergies, then? Not exactly the same as being sick. ”

“hatch-SHHH...allergies?”

“Get near something, you start sneezing, your eyes get all itchy and watery.”

“When we returned the ...hi...HISshoooo… flowers in the bathroom were different. I believe that is when this sneezing began.”

“Lilies. Shoulda stuck to motels. Come on, let’s get you some Zyrtec.”

~~~~~~

This somehow turned into an all-dialogue fic. I’m so sorry.

[Seniorstatus14]

I'd be extremely interested in a sick Amy from DW

Colds are not my thing, so let me know if there’s anything I could do to improve this. Also, I feel like I can’t really write Amy’s dialogue well. So again, any constructive criticism you can give is greatly appreciated.

(Amy’s Choice Au)

As the sound of birdsong faded, Amy returned to consciousness. She was lying in her bed, in the cottage in Upper Leadworth. Beside her, Rory was also yawning in his chair beside the bed.

“Any better?” he asked, feeling her forehead. She sniffled, and shook her head a bit, wincing at the action. Her head felt like it was full of cotton balls. “You’ve still got a fever, but It think it’s down a bit from yesterday.”

“Kit’shhh.”

When Amy sneezed, Rory was already there with a tissue. “Blow,” he instructed, but she wasn’t done.

“Itsh-shhh, Hetch-shiii...Rory, I thindk I cad blow...heh...blow by owd dose...Heh-shiiew,” she said, but her tone was fond.

"Right, yes." He replied, a bit flustered. She was beautiful even like this, he thought. She was exhausted, her nose red and runny, her cheeks flushed with fever, but she was radiant.

So cute!!! I love it!!! I love that it's just Amy and Rory, as much as I loved the Doctor, you never really see just Amy and Rory fics and this is so amazing! Thank you so much!

[OCC]

Um, so this is a thing I wrote. I’m sure you’re all asking yourselves “for god’s sake, why?”. I really do not know, friends, I really do not know. (nb jehan for life, though)

When Enjolras awoke that morning, he had no idea anything was going to be different. Now, after two hours of intense panicking (and Enjolras was the kind of person who simply didn’t panic), and another four hours of researching anime and debating calling Combeferre, he had finally managed to pull himself together, at least enough to lead a meeting of Les Amis. He had gotten the the point where he could think the words ‘I have grown cat ears and a tail’ without instantly freaking out. Fortunately, he could hide the ears under a hat and the tail down the back of his pants.

He made up his mind firmly to ignore the situation, and made it across campus without incident, just in time for the casual saturday lunch meeting of Les Amis. All his friends were there, spread out in various booths across the diner, waiting for him to begin the meeting. At least they wouldn’t expect him to sit down. He didn’t notice Grantaire’s nose twitch slightly as he passed. Jehan was seated next to him, and fae looked contemplative.

The meeting was going well, and Enjolras had almost managed to succeed in forcing normality back into his life, when Grantaire interrupted him. This time, however, it was not with a dry retort but with a stifled sneeze, and the muttered complaint, “Damn, something in here’s really making my nose itch.” He ignored this, and continued his speech.

“And this would be beneficial to all trans students, and would have absolutely no downsides, so it is simply pig-headed stubbornness and a refusal to look beyond the current system that-”

“It has been stubbornness and a refusal to look beyond the current system that has allowed civilization to survive, Enjolras. We can’t a-all b..heh...be-” Grantaire’s eyelids fluttered as his breath hitched. “Hold on, gotta sn-...sn-...sn-ATCH-shieeew.” He sneezed without covering his mouth, and Jehan handed him a tissue, faer expression amused.

“Could you please stop interrupting, Grantaire,” Enjolras snapped. Grantaire had not been particularly disruptive so far, but he was out of patience, and it was safe to assume he’d work up to it.

“ITSCH-shoo…I know the gods cannot have allergies, O great Apollo, but we mere mortals, well..KY’eshhh,” He sneezed again, as if to prove his point.

“What are you allergic to, Grantaire? This space has never presented a problem before,” Combeferre asked thoughtfully.

“I don’t know, man, it’s weird. I mean, pollen, but it’s winter and we’re inside, dust, but this place is clean, perfume, but no one’s wearing any.” He held up his hand as he paused, sucking in a breath that clearly indicated he was about to sneeze. “Hitsh-shhhhiew…. Oh, and cats. I’m really allergic to cats.”

“I’ve just forgotten that I have a very important paper due tomorrow, and I need to go home and work on it. Right now. Combeferre is in charge,” Enjolras interjected jerkily, and almost ran away from the meeting.

When he woke up the next morning, the ears and tail were gone.

(this website will be the death of me, because I can't figure out how to indent things or change the spacing)

Edited March 31, 2014 by occasionalfury

[MoonDuck]

*bump* Tenth Doctor?

[OCC]

*bump* Tenth Doctor?

anything in particular you'd like to see? any preferences as to what season or companion?

[squealofapproval]

DracoxHarry? *hopeful expression*

[OCC]

DracoxHarry? *hopeful expression*

Sure! Any preferences?

[squealofapproval]

DracoxHarry? *hopeful exp<b></b>ression*

Sure! Any preferences?

Teasing Harry, sneezing Draco. THANKS ^^

[MoonDuck]

*bump* Tenth Doctor?

anything in particular you'd like to see? any preferences as to what season or companion?

Hmm.. I guess Rose as the companion. Or Martha. Don't see much of Martha around here. But yeah, Tenth Doctor sneezing, and the rest is up to you

[ephemeral]

Please could you do sneezy louis (1D) allergic to cats

[OCC]

Please could you do sneezy louis (1D) allergic to cats

I'm really sorry, I'm not in the one direction fandom so I really don't know anything about it. Is there anything else I could do?

[OCC]

*bump* Tenth Doctor?

Here you go! Let me know if you have any constructive criticism. Super Awko, it'll probably be a while before I get to your since I usually only have enough free time and motivation on the weekends.

(this is set during the New Earth episode and I took some of the dialogue directly from it)

The Doctor flipped the psychic paper closed dramatically, and started off down the hill. Rose followed behind him, almost giddy. The city of New New York stretched out behind them, and a large, futuristic hospital stood before them, with the green moon painted on the side.

“Not my first choice, mind you, but you can’t ignore a cryptic message and call yourself a proper intergalactic traveler,” the Doctor remarked as the approached the doors.

“What, you’ve got a problem with hospitals?”

“They can be so..ominous.”

“Bit rich coming from you,” Rose remarked, as they entered the hospital. It seemed perfectly normal, as hospitals from the future went.

“I can’t help it, I don’t like hospitals, they give me the-”The Doctor broke off, a funny expression on his face. His nose twitched. “heh’kshh,” he sneezed. “Well, that’s different.”

Rose was about to say something, when her attention was distracted by one of the nuns. “They’re cats,” she exclaimed.

“Now, don’t stare,” he admonished, though his tone was teasing. “Imagine what you look to them all pink and..hih...yellow…hihch’choo...heh-shuu”

“Doctor, you all right?”

“They’re cats,” he said ruefully. “New new Doctor, new new allergies.”

Edited April 6, 2014 by occasionalfury

[MoonDuck]

Woah that's so cool/clever, the whole new new thing! If you get the chance, you should try and continue (and if you don't, can I (if I get around to it)?).

[OCC]

Woah that's so cool/clever, the whole new new thing! If you get the chance, you should try and continue (and if you don't, can I (if I get around to it)?).

I probably won't continue it. I've tried writing longer fics and I usually lose interest halfway through, and I don't want to disappoint anyone. You can certainly continue it, if you want to, and I for one would be very excited to read the result.

[ephemeral]

Thats fine I love Doctor Who so if please could you do another 10th Doctor one

[OCC]

I've been gone for a while and there's no real reason for it other than I just kind of suck so I'll just say I'm sorry and here's a thing that was requested like 8 months ago, I originally meant for there to be more to it but I'm just presenting it as is:

(Sorry this didn’t turn out exactly as prompted. Since the wizards world is so far behind with regards to technology, society, ect, I assume they have no word for allergies. Also this is my story, and I’m going to say Hedwig’s not dead and no one can stop me.)

As Harry climbed the steps to the Owlery, he heard a muffled noise from above. Someone was already there. This was a surprise, as he tried to time his visits so that no one else would be there. He hated the inevitable awestruck looks and oblivious questions from younger students.

He paused outside the doorway, listening.

“Etch-shh, blasted owls!” It was Draco Malfoy. Harry had never seen him visit the owlery in all the time he’d watched him with the Marauder’s Map, and it was clear why. “Hatch-shoo” Malfoy sneezed again. The Malfoys had lost a lot of influence after the war, and Draco could clearly no longer rely his toadies to cater to his every whim, Harry realized.

Suddenly, a board creaked under Harry’s feet. Draco could not have failed to hear it, so he quickly continued into the Owlery as if he hadn’t been eavesdropping. It wouldn’t have mattered; Draco was clearly too preoccupied to be suspicious. He had transfigured a silk handkerchief and was delicately blowing his nose. He straighten as Harry approached, vanishing the handkerchief, but he couldn’t hide the slight red tinge to his nose.

Harry was struck with the sudden desire to push him up against the wall of the owlery and kiss him. (Although if he was being honest with himself, it wasn’t entirely unexpected.There had been a strange tension between them ever since they had returned to repeat their seventh year.)

“Harry,” Draco greeted him coolly, though the effect was ruined by his nostrils flaring as he tried to control himself.

“Excuse me, I-heh-CHXT” Draco brought the handkerchief up swiftly, stifling the sneeze as well as he could.

“Having a problem with the owls, Draco?” Harry asked neutrally, holding out his arm for Hedwig to fly to his wrist.

“You can see perfectly well that they make me...” Draco trailed off, his eyes glazing over, caught in the moment before the sneeze. “Hehtsh-shhh...ITSH-SHH” The sneezes were quick and itchy, the second more forceful than the first. He sniffled aristocratically (something Harry had not thought possible), and wiped his nose with the handkerchief.

“And since when do you refer to me as Draco?” he asked, stepping forward slightly, challenging.

“Since when do you call me Harry?”

“Perhaps since you saved my life?”

“I saved the lives of the entire wizarding world; I’m not on a first name basis with all of them!”

By this point they were standing face-to-face, barely inches apart. All Harry would have to do would be to lean forward slightly, he thought, and suddenly Draco Malfoy was kissing him. And he was kissing Draco Malfoy back.

(so sue me, I’m a sucker for the good old ‘arguing and then suddenly kissing’ trope.)

[OCC]

And here's the 10th doctor one, which is probably ooc as I haven't watched an episode with the tenth doctor in about a year, sorry.

"Nonsense, Rose," The Doctor had said as he pressed a cool hand and then a quick kiss to her forehead, "Timelords can't catch human illnesses. Me catch your cold indeed." And yet, there he was, shivering as he worked the controls of the Tardis.

"Now then, where shall we go next?" He asked, beaming brightly as if nothing was wrong. "Ancient Greece? You know, I've always wanted to meet Socrates. Or what about the 7th moon of Tirtion? Oh, I know, you'll love the upside-down tide pools of Re- AT-CHIEW," he sneezed suddenly, breaking off the sentence.

"Doctor, you're not going anywhere besides bed," Rose interrupted him. "You've caught my cold."

"I've done no such thi-gesh-shiew," he said, or tried to say, sneezing in the middle of his sentence once again.

"Alright, that's it, you're coming with me, mister.”

By the way, looking at this thread reminds me of how I really just am awful, so I've made a new drabble thread where I'll be posting anything I write from now on: http://www.sneezefetishforum.org/forums/index.php?showtopic=59110