Title: Sugar-coated Devil
Author: Me, Emma (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif)
orpheous87)
Part: Standalone / Ficlet
Rating: U
Pairing: FletcherJudd
Genre: Fluff with a touch of comedy
Summary: What is Harry afraid of?
A/N: Dedicated tostar55, who prompted me with 'Rings'. It's only short, but proper inspiration was a bit lacking. I hope you like it anyway Star! I still have plenty of prompts left, so if you want to prompt me, do it here. Con-crit welcome. Feedback = ♥
Disclaimer: Don't own 'em and this likely never happened.
"Tom, no...no! I can't...I won't..." Harry turned to the corner of the sofa he was sat on, pushing his face against the cushions, trying to block out the image.
"Come on Haz," Tom said in a wheedling tone. "It won't hurt you...I promise."
"No...I can't, Tom," Harry replied, his voice muffled against the cushion. His eyes were squeezed shut, though Tom couldn't tell that.
"Why not? It's nothing to worry about," Tom continued, pressing close to Harry's back and resting his chin on the drummer's shoulder.
Harry shook his head.
"Haz...I love you, you know that...this isn't going to harm you," Tom tried again, pressing a light kiss against Harry's neck.
"I just can't Tom! I never have and I never will!" Harry's reply was once again muffled by the cushion.
Tom sighed and sat back slightly. "Alright, alright," he said. "I've put it down." He paused for a second. "And I've licked my lips. You can come out of the cushion now," he said with a smile.
Slowly, Harry turned his head towards Tom, eyes still closed. "Are you sure you've put it down?" he asked.
"Yes. Quite sure," Tom replied patiently.
Opening one eye, Harry looked Tom up and down. Finally, satisfied, he turned around fully and opened both eyes. "I can't believe you did that to me again," he said darkly, crossing his arms across his chest.
"I just don't understand what the problem is," Tom said, shrugging.
"I've never liked them and I never will. I don't understand how you can, how anyone can! They're...they're like...the devil coated in sugar!" Harry replied, eyeing the offending object over Tom's shoulder, where he could see the sugary ring sitting on a plate, almost like it was taunting him.
Tom chuckled softly and shook his head, looking back at Harry. "It's just a doughnut."
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I have no idea if Harry has a fear of doughnuts, I just thought this would be amusing.
Hope you all like it!
FletcherJudd Standalone
Author: Me, Emma (
orpheous87)Part: Standalone / Ficlet
Rating: U
Pairing: FletcherJudd
Genre: Fluff with a touch of comedy
Summary: What is Harry afraid of?
A/N: Dedicated to
star55, who prompted me with 'Rings'. It's only short, but proper inspiration was a bit lacking. I hope you like it anyway Star! I still have plenty of prompts left, so if you want to prompt me, do it here. Con-crit welcome. Feedback = ♥Disclaimer: Don't own 'em and this likely never happened.
"Tom, no...no! I can't...I won't..." Harry turned to the corner of the sofa he was sat on, pushing his face against the cushions, trying to block out the image.
"Come on Haz," Tom said in a wheedling tone. "It won't hurt you...I promise."
"No...I can't, Tom," Harry replied, his voice muffled against the cushion. His eyes were squeezed shut, though Tom couldn't tell that.
"Why not? It's nothing to worry about," Tom continued, pressing close to Harry's back and resting his chin on the drummer's shoulder.
Harry shook his head.
"Haz...I love you, you know that...this isn't going to harm you," Tom tried again, pressing a light kiss against Harry's neck.
"I just can't Tom! I never have and I never will!" Harry's reply was once again muffled by the cushion.
Tom sighed and sat back slightly. "Alright, alright," he said. "I've put it down." He paused for a second. "And I've licked my lips. You can come out of the cushion now," he said with a smile.
Slowly, Harry turned his head towards Tom, eyes still closed. "Are you sure you've put it down?" he asked.
"Yes. Quite sure," Tom replied patiently.
Opening one eye, Harry looked Tom up and down. Finally, satisfied, he turned around fully and opened both eyes. "I can't believe you did that to me again," he said darkly, crossing his arms across his chest.
"I just don't understand what the problem is," Tom said, shrugging.
"I've never liked them and I never will. I don't understand how you can, how anyone can! They're...they're like...the devil coated in sugar!" Harry replied, eyeing the offending object over Tom's shoulder, where he could see the sugary ring sitting on a plate, almost like it was taunting him.
Tom chuckled softly and shook his head, looking back at Harry. "It's just a doughnut."
I have no idea if Harry has a fear of doughnuts, I just thought this would be amusing.
Hope you all like it!
FletcherJudd Standalone
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