We melt like sugar into black coffee

[impersona]

TAKING REQUESTS FOR VALENTINE'S DAY DRABBLES YEAAAAAAAAAAAAH

Give me an OTP and a detailed prompt, and I will give you a 100-300 word fic in response!   I have been particularly itching to do crack fic lately - like, off-the-wall non-canon ships (like Samuel and Jay making out in the elevator).  Or canon ships in really cracky AUs (Devo and Galen in Pokemon AU).  OR PLAIN STUFF IF YOU WANNA BE VANILLA.   I want to smash through them tomorrow (day off FINALLY), but I will have them done by the end of the week.   Put multiple requests if you want, and I'll pick my favorite.

I also have my schmoop bingo board to get through, so you can use that as reference!  It's here.

Gearing back into action, posting like a beast soon!

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Galen is forever Italian, even in HP AU

[impersona]

He stirred it with his finger. The pearly mixture in the cauldron moved in a soft swirl, just as the steam rising from it spiraled up and between him and Devo. But in spite of the mist, their attention were squarely upon each other.

"Your turn to taste, partner." He lifted his hand from the kettle, and tapped her lower lip with the tip of his finger.

"Recery delicious," she agreed. Devo gently grabbed his hand in both of hers and licked it clean. She kissed the tip of his finger, even after the potion was gone. "Not a drop left."

"I remember," he said, his voice carrying a rather deep, rumbly quality. "I wanted to show you something in the Quiddich shed."

Devo leaned over the cauldron, close to him, grabbed his tie and twisted it in her hand. "You did mention something about your...broom."

"It's gotten a boost." Galen's face didn't betray his mood, but his dark green eyes told her so much more. "A large one."

"Oh really?" Devo tugged on his tie a little, though it didn't take a lot to coax him closer. "Shame that we'll have to wait until the end of the day."

"But mess period is next." His hand found her thigh under the table. "And I have no appetite for lunch."

"Neither do I."

"I should have another taste. To see if this potion is ready."

"Yeah. Me too."

The lovers spoke as if they were the only two in the world. But Dee stood behind Galen, her arms tightly crossed and peering at the two of them. Behind her, and around the table, was of course the rest of the class.

"They're right loved-up," She pulled on Galen's bleached hair, but he didn't flinch or move. Dee knocked his skull with her knuckles next, to no avail. "Gone absolutely rock stupid."

"It was the Amortentia potion." Aria touched one of the spirals of steam rising into the air, wondering at how it regained its shape despite her hand. "And perhaps a very good batch of it."

In the front of the room, the Professor was pounding his podium with a metal spoon, trying to get anybody's attention. "Need I remind the class not to taste-test their potions?"

Re: Galen is forever Italian, even in HP AU

[mindsplinters]

They die of embarrassment afterwards but then realize that it was the best thing ever for them. How else could they get their respective broomsticks dislodged?

You know how much I love this, dearheart. Galen and Devo are forever one of my favorite couples - so real in their dysfunctional charm. Thank you for reminding me of this and thank you for finding the kernel that is them and translating it so smoothly to this darling AU.