I'm dead as far as FanFiction goes, but I'd like to point out that I AM still churning out little tales, experimenting a little, mostly on my LJ. Particularly with pairings. Here's a little, snapshot memory style, example at 279 words. Can't really say that it's non-magic, I think it is, or would be if there were more scenes.
Pairing- Pansy Parkinson/Luna Lovegood
Summary- Snapshot memories of an encounter in Hawaii. One-shot. Femmeslash (ish)
Vulnerable
I met Pansy Parkinson on a hot, early August night in Hilo. Yes, I'd seen her before, but we'd never met. I sat at the tiki bar with a cocktail at hand, watched her laugh into the rain. Fat, warm droplets slithered through her previously stark hair, bounced off of her nose, slipped into her welcoming mouth. She stood barefoot, alone on the grass, arms stretched back, exposed her silk, caffe latte dress to the elements. The sweet taste of the cherry from my glass accompanies this memory. And the vision of her suede soft, pink cheeks. Lips.
She grew closer, had her heels in hand as she picked her way through the grass and across the sand covered decking. Continued the conversation that we'd never had ("there's something so refreshing in doing such things, brings back youth"), levelled me with a stare that said everything. She surely knew me, but couldn't place my face, trusted me –a familiar stranger- with her darkest secrets. Glowed golden in the tea lights, rain droplets streaked and painted her face with liquid crystal.
Said she'd escaped, smiled when I echoed this, ("peas in a pod"). Eyes betrayed a hidden pain, ordered a gin and tonic, toyed with a blue cocktail umbrella. Asked for my life story, toyed with my hair as I told her. Bit her lip anxiously and invited me to her room. Curled in a chair and shared her troubles. Watched the sun rise over the ocean.
Paraded her pearls, heels, chiffons. Danced in her underwear. Took my hand and made me hers. Whispered in my ear. Closed her eyes and sighed.
I left her there, asleep and vulnerable.