mayhap | Instant drabbles with autosummary

This is kind of like writing fanfiction, except that I'm cleverly using Microsoft Word to do it for me, because I am ill and fretful! Gacked from everybody.

Mutual Satisfaction in 100 words or less

"Come, Watson!" Holmes inquired, indifferently.

"What is it, Holmes?" "It's nothing," said Holmes. "You underestimate yourself, Mr. Holmes." Holmes demanded at last. "It's very simple, Mr. Holmes."

"Understood," Holmes gritted. "Oh, I intend to be enormously circumspect, Mr. Holmes."

"Holmes!" The man was sprawled on the sitting-room floor, and Holmes was standing over him. "No, Watson." "Why, nothing that I did not already suspect, Holmes." "Well, well, well." Holmes stared at me. Holmes gaped with astonishment. "Nonsense, Holmes," said I, clapping him on the shoulder.

Holmes shook his head.

I put a bunch of closing quotes into this one so that it would make sense. Well, so that it would make more sense.

Oblivion in 100 words or less

Most days, Harry is grateful for the oblivion. Draco had known the moment Harry returned that his memories had gone. Harry was looking at the boy who had spent every waking moment testing his raucous, childish weaknesses against Harry’s quiet strengths. Hermione still has hope for Harry and Draco.

“No,” Draco says mulishly.

Hermione demands, incredulously. Draco waits until Harry is breathing normally before proceeding.

“Harry?”

Harry curses, attempting to regain his feet.

Draco tries to fix Harry with a determined look, but he suspects this would be more effective if Harry’s eyes were focusing on him.

I want to remember….

Nice, it bookended it with sentences in italics.

Some Wounds Go Skin Deep in 100 words or less

“Hem, hem.”

“Of course,” Draco responded weakly. Draco nodded mutely.

“Of course there isn’t, Mr. Malfoy,” Professor Umbridge said, treacly, “That is a lie. Potter-bashing."

“Well—“

“Hem, hem.” Umbridge cut him off with one of her little coughs.

Draco suppressed a sigh of mingled relief and irritation. Professor Umbridge, he swore, was smirking at him.

Draco offered her the bloody parchment, but she shook her head. “No, your hand.”

No, Professor Umbridge. The marks on his hand faded.

The marks he observed on Potter’s hand stayed raw longer.

Hee! That actually covered the arc of the story rather effectively.

Carefully Cultivated Narcissus in 100 words or less

Harry planted his hands on Draco's chest and shoved, half-heartedly. "Nothing," Draco lied cheerfully. Harry was lazing in bed courting sleep when Draco stumbled into his bedroom. Draco smirked. Harry snapped.

Harry strangled a hysterical giggle. Draco whined, squirming.

Harry pinned Draco to the bed, easily. Draco lay transfixed as Harry sat up to fish for Draco's wand in the bedsheets.

"Fuck, Harry." Draco inhaled sharply.

Harry groped through the sheets for Draco's wand again, but Draco found it first.

"Harry."

"Harry."

"Harry!"

"Harry ... "

I think I played right into AutoSummary's name-repeating hands with that orgasm scene. *facepalms*

With Honey in 100 words or less

Ginny moaned, soft and low, exactly as Bella had always dreamed of.

“Ohh,” Ginny said, “Oh, stop teasing." Bellatrix allowed one hand to linger, clasped around Ginny’s left nipple before she acquiesced. Bellatrix fastened each hook herself, slowly, teasing Ginny’s right ear with her tongue as she worked. Bellatrix felt her arousal gathering as she spanned her long, slender fingers about the girl’s waist, measuring her progress. Orgasm rocked her as Ginny drew her fist out again, long and loud and fantasy pitch-perfect, just as Bellatrix demanded.

Man, Word cut out all the chatter and went straight to the sex.

The Rare Sweetness of Shared Apples in 100 words or less

Kay set upon Wart in earnest now, but still he resisted mightily.

Kay laughed. "Just something," Kay mumbled. "Look here, get out of bed," Kay ordered, and Wart tumbled out, self-consciously. Wart twisted his head around to look. Kay cuffed Wart about the head and Wart held his tongue. He kept his eyes fixed on Kay. Kay demanded pettishly. Kay froze. Wart heard how close Kay was to sobbing. Wart said, very quietly. Kay slowly tilted his head back to meet Wart’s eyes before him. Wart asked, finally.

Kay snorted derisively.

It's a veritable whirlwind of emotions for Kay!

Some Nights in Norman England in 100 words or less

Before Henry knows just what is happening, Thomas has his head beneath the coverlet and he is licking, licking Henry's thighs clean of every trace of her. "Oh my Thomas," he repeats himself, reverently.

"Thomas, do you love me?" Henry ruffles.

"You're talking over my head again, Thomas."

Some nights, Henry Plantagenet finally gives in to sleep with arms twined around him and warm breath at his neck, and Thomas Becket abandons himself to it, luxuriating in Henry's reflected warmth and contentment.

Aww! They're so cute, even when they've been autosummarized.

Matters Then Befitting Well in 100 words or less

All listened avidly, and I, rapt, did likewise.

I saw that the sightless genius, Homer, reached out blindly for the hand of my guide, which he found, eager, willing. Acolyte served at the altar of the master with an eager mouth. I was aware as I felt control slipping away from me of Homer, rising and approaching our entwined forms sprawled on the grass. Virgil moaned like a wanton woman, like I myself was moaning, and Homer himself added his antique accent to our throng.

Do you get the feeling that Word likes the sex? Word is pervy.