He loves me. He loves me not.

Lucius Malfoy can speak in flowers, fans and glances.

He likes the art of it, of speaking without speaking. Everything means something else when roses and half-closed fans hide eyes and blushes. It's like composing music, he thinks, or painting. There has to be a moment for everything or it's just noise. With one careful hand, tracing a collar bone or flower petal; he can make a woman blush. He can make her the only one in the room. It's about promises.

Or threats.

With one measured flick of his wrist, or brush of his hair- he can break hearts and worlds. It all depends on the timing, on what is said without saying. And he knows how easily something so precious can break. He's done it a dozen times. They are as many ways to break a man as there are ways to make a woman blush. He knows them all.

He can speak in cloaks, wands and masks.

And because he knows their worth, because he knows how to say so many things without ever using the words: he keeps it close and murky. He is careful because he can do so much with one careful glance- and a flick of his wrist. He lets his promises and threats scatter like flower petals from some schoolgirl's game.

He loves me. He loves me not.


Lucius Malfoy
Harry Potter
302

WARNING: contains SPOILERS for the Battlestar Galactica episode The Woman, King.


( One of many )
MUSE: Major (Dr.) Cottle
FANDOM: Battlestar Galactica ‘03
WORDS: 323

Innuendo

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William Percy Hastings
OC
820

He fights her so hard.

And Nathan fights because there were so many reasons he should: the very least being the fear that his feelings were unreturned. Marni is out of his league. She was vain, superficial, impetuous and flighty. She was filled with wanderlust in such a way that it was innocence because it was naiveté and to be honest, Nathan had thought there wasn't such a thing anymore. Not in the world they lived in it. She was clean and smooth and turns blue at the sight of blood. For her, the pandemic is her lover's work. She can glimpse the tragedy from television screens and think the world, while ugly, is still made up nights at the theater and the latest fashions. She feels so strongly, and so recklessly it makes Nathan hurt to his very soul because he didn't know anything could cut him as deep as she does.

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But, oh he knows that he'll pay for it. Rotti taught him that. Beautiful things are costly.


Nathan Wallace/Repo-Man
Repo! The Genetic Opera
516

Ahh, innuendo. One of the occasionally more clever things about the English language, really; the amount of innuendo and double entendre possible in a conversation in the English language is at times astonishing, particularly to a non-native speaker.

I used to have a much more difficult time understanding the double meanings I overheard.

And I have heard quite a bit of innuendo over the years. Much of it directed at me; complimentary things, insulting things, about my looks, about my nationality, about my politics. I have learned to use quite a bit of innuendo as well, both sexual and otherwise. I am a spy, after all. Double-speak is surely every spy's middle name.

I can be really quite good at it, I know; it's a sort of word-puzzle, finding the right words and saying them in the proper order, and I enjoy those. It has taken practice, though, of course, as I said. Only as my fluency in English has grown over the years have I been any good at it.

And I think I've managed to go this entire entry without a single piece of innuendo. How extraordinary.

...So that was how we came to say goodbye to the likes of Mauricio. Not a bad sort, but definitely no match for my mother, his poor heart gave out under all the excitement of having a younger, more vibrant wife. The Aurors gave the house a through examination and the Mediwizards cleared my mother of all alleged wrongdoing. It'd been a whirlwind romance and of course they had been just far too carried away to sit down and soberly discuss all manner of things like the state of one's health.

So my mother claimed. I was never quite sure what really happened with him. As far as I knew, she'd not gotten bored with him yet and he hadn't been the violent sort or anything other than loving and adoring to my mother and pleasant to me.

And that was how her second husband had died. It was then that slowly I could see her soul breaking away bit by bit. At least that's when it started. She started to throw herself more and more into her rituals. It was slightly scary to see her doing all of this. I was still a young child, around the ages of 7,8. She had no more time for me.

Which I didn't exactly take well to. It continued like this for about a year until I met David. David was a mediwizard at one of the smaller hospitals, my nanny had brought me in because I'd shattered one of my wrist bones playing with my toy broom on the playground. David was nice to me, one of the few to be truly nice to me. He fixed me up and gave me a sweet from Honeydukes and then sent me home after getting my contact information from the nanny.

He came to check in on me the very next day. He even helped me with my flying. I ended up giggling madly when he hefted me over his shoulder and twirled me around and around. That was how Mother found us.

Initially she wasn't happy. But David was unapologetic as he explained why he was there and then she seemed to warm up towards him a little.


Blaise Zabini
Harry Potter

One would think, automatically, that I would be the queen of sexual innuendo. I'm not. No, I'm the queen of innuendo in the non-sexual manner. Insinuations, implications, making rude or derogatory remarks about idiotic individuals? Oh, yes, now I excel at that. But sexual? Darlings, why on Earth would I be required to make innuendos regarding sex in the first place?

I've a fabulous lover, so hush all of you prudes reading this. While I was once with Tony Stark and other men on several occasions, it does not matter now. A flirt, a tease, oh those are quite different things. Scott understands this. Remarkably, Scott still loves me despite all of this. He knows everything about me, and vice-versa. Why keep secrets? He cannot from me since I'm a telepath, and so it seems only fair that if this relationship is to work at all, then he must know every sordid little detail of my past.

Again, despite all of that, he loves me.

It's quite an amazing realization. He allows -- or perhaps more correctly, he suffers through silently -- my smirks, my flirting, my fashion sense. Because of all of that, darlings, there's absolutely no need for sexual innuendos of any sort.

Get on my bad side, however, and I will mock you relentlessly for sport, or perhaps warp your mind and then mock you. Ask Angelica Jones, Kitty Pryde, Logan... oh, the list is far too long to go into here. Suffice to say that one does not trifle with Emma Frost and live to be a happy thing without paying the price...

Muse: Emma Frost
Fandom: X-Men
Word Count: 267
OOC: This prompt reply is comics canon only.

Spike pretty much sucks at these. He thinks that he's great and subtle, but he's about as subtle as a jackhammer and no, that's not a double entendre right there. It's a saying. (We have sayings, Spike, that sometimes mean exactly what they are!)

Wasn't it Freud or someone who said "sometimes a cigar is just a cigar"? I think so. Anyway, I do my best to say what I mean. Maybe not as well as Cordelia does because let's face it, she's the queen of that. But in terms of being subtle, I'd say I'm better than Spike, more tactful than Cordelia, and definitely more direct than Angel. I'm not sure what that makes me, though. Just me, I guess?

If I tried to do some sort of sexual innuendo (and I did look it up to see if there were other kinds, and there are, it's just that I've never been exposed to them and Spike get your mind out of the gutter RIGHT NOW), I would probably say something that no one would get. Or that people would snicker at. Like, "Hey, can I stake you?" "Wanna see how big my stake is?" Or the ever-popular, "I'm gonna shove this stake in your so hard, you'll be screaming, bitch!"

Well, technically? I've said those during fights to vamps, channeling my inner-Faith I guess.

I just realized, though, what sort of things Xander would be thinking of once I mention staking, Faith, and me all in one sentence right after I typed all this out. Crap. Xander, if you're reading this? MIND. OUT. OF. THE. GUTTER.

You too, Spike. Ugh, men.

Muse: Buffy Summers
Fandom: BtVS
Word Count: 273
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Ain't sure I can pick out simply one thing. I mean what I consider ta be the most embarrassin' doesn't mean everyone else I know is gonna pick that one too. I think bein' caught by Logan as I was on the way out the door ta go to one of the clinics was my most embarrassin'. I really wish no one knew that I had even thought about takin' the cure.

It's hard livin' without bein' able ta touch. No, that ain't true. I could touch someone. I just am afraid ta cause of what my power will do ta them. So a cure that would take that fear away was nice soundin'. I'll admit that. But I realized it wasn't really gonna take it all away.

This is part of who I am, this power of mine, an' even if'n it annoys the hell outta me sometimes it's somethin' I gotta learn ta deal with.

Still wish Logan hadn't caught me on my way ta go ta one of those places though.

Rogue
X-Men
174

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fandom: Dune
Character: Ghanima Atreides
Word Count: 234
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Seriously? Do I have to answer this? I've done some seriously stupid and embarrassing crap in my life, the majority of it while sober, and cataloguing everything will just be more embarrassing. Actually, just trying to figure out the most embarrassing thing will be more embarrassing. And I think I'm beginning to hate typing out that word.

I had sex with Allainora and got, like, the sci-fi nanobot version of an STD. That ranks pretty high up there. Of course, then she died, which sucked a lot, but apparently it doesn't take away from the embarrassment factor. Oh, oh, I got kidnapped by an acupuncturist once because my back was killing me and she found out I could turn invisible. How's that for really pathetically embarrassing? And let's not even talk about the many and myriad ways having an invisibility gland at the wrong moment can make for some really awkward and difficult-to-explain conversations.

Those are all just in the past year or less. I refuse to go into the stupid crap I pulled in my previous life.



Muse: Darien Fawkes
Fandom: Invisible Man
Approx. word count: 170

*starts snickering*

*turns into chortles*

*eventually guffaws*

Sorry. Sorry, sorry, sorry. *catches breath* That's just--that's really funny. Really, really, really funny.

I am a spy. Sort of, technically. I mean, yes, I am a spy. One of the worst-paid spies for the worst-funded government Agency ever. I have been for about a year and before that I was a thief. A cat burglar. Finest kind. Actually, I kinda sucked at it, but we're not talking about that career choice today.

So, *do* I make a good spy? I think I do. My partner, Bobby Hobbes, often doesn't think so. The Fatman, my boss, I guess he does, at least sometimes, because he hasn't taken the gland out of my brain yet.

I know how these guys think, a lot of the time (and the rest of the time, Bobby knows how they think. I am not gonna talk about how good a team we make). And I'm good at figuring ways out of things. It helps that I have the Q-gland, of course; there is a lot of crap I do that I could not do otherwise without that gland.

So. Some stupid mistakes, some--oh, minor brain surgery, the death of my brother, and suddenly I'm a spy in the employ of the United States government.

Hey, it's a living.



Muse: Darien Fawkes
Fandom: Invisible Man
Approx. word count: 200

Okay, seriously? Haven't we talked about this before? About me and alcohol? And the utter lack of effect it has on me? Every embarrassing thing I've done has been done while sober. Every. Single. One.

Like that time I went in TV to try to defend the Justice League against that jerk that was slandering us on his stupid talk show (The Just Us League, my foot. As if we don't do everything we do to help people). Yeah--that was me, completely sober, and you know what, I'm not even that embarrassed about it.

It was the right thing to do, you know? Even if it made me look like a complete ass and an idiot. I'd like to think that if I hadn't been talking to that jerk, and having him twist all of my words around I wouldn't have sounded like such a complete moron, but... I probably would have. I was so mad that he was saying such awful things about my friends that... I kind of lost my temper.

And if you think you sound stupid when you lose your temper and your brain stops filtering what comes out of your mouth, just think of how awful it is when you're me. All if the dumb things to say crowd to the front, and I usually say the dumbest.

So--yeah. That was pretty embarrassing.

And let's not even talk about the Flash van.

Wally West--The Flash
DC Comics
239 words
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I always seem to have trouble with calendars. I have a feeling I've forgotten something I was supposed to be doing. Well 'misplaced' anyway, since technically I remember everything. Ho hum. Stupid brain.

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Forge. Toad. Soaron. Brute. Mastermind. Theresa. Thren. Maddie. Rogue. Moira. Kitty. Kurt. Peter. Peter. Cable. Domino. Franklin. Peter. Jean. Alex. Fatale. Aurora. Marita. Jam. Bux. Roust. Cinder. Mrs Mac. Ness. Sylph. Ev. Artie. Leech. Caliban. Scott. Warren. Logan. Nina. Sam. MJ. Urch. Fuzz. Idris. Michael. Sarah. Joe. Carla. Monet. Kitty. Ix. Bobby. Nikki. Anakin. Zephyr. Echo. Mister Smith. Dru. Dawn. Terry. Lois. Bliss. The Metatron. Samwise. Edith. Rogue. El. Ethan. Smith. Eris. Link. Abby. Charlie. Lilah. David. Rachel. Morden. Bugs. Daffy. Craig. Goneril. Snoopy. Woodstock. Bob. Matt. Nathaniel. The Marquis. Dor. Lyra. Will. Kit. Red. Ariel. Jono. Robin. Kasiday. Carolina. Zeynib. Nagiri. Jason. Alex. Turhan. Londo. G'Kar. Willow. Faith. Oz. Buffy. Lu. Keelia. Cordelia. Michael. Adam. Michael. Isabel. Woody. Victoria. Blaise. Theo. Remus. Wesley. Adira. Jimmy. Holden. Sophie. Psyche. Julien. Johnny. Daniel. Vir. Ray. Penny. Alastor. Amy. Tucker. Xi'an. Lils. Butch. Kyle. Eve. Jon. Dorothy. Galen. Anna. Gwyder. Nine. Viktor. Rose. Aiden. Wes. Todd. ...Potter, maybe. Others. Too many half-glimpsed ghosts. Too many slipped names, blurred faces. I miss too many people I didn't know anywhere near as well as I should have. As I could have.

I miss too many people.

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In my defense, can I just say that the camera caught me at a bad time?

Muse: Jack Shephard
Fandom: LOST
Word count: 16 (n/a)

Cut for you guessed it Sexual Innuendo.

Muse: Snake Plissken
Fandom: Escape from NY/LA
Words: 155

Not one of my favorite words, if I'm honest. It sort of rubs me the wrong way, because Tara and I used to get a lot of that. The assumption was that a man and a woman couldn't be really good friends without it being romantic somehow. And frankly we both got tired of it. The questions and the looks and everyone going on...

It's pretty much over now, thankfully. I mean, I have a girlfriend, and she's got this guy she's interested in. So people really don't have anything to talk about with us seeing other people. And the people we see every day have known us long enough that they know this is just the way we are. We're just bonded. End of story.

But if it had kept going I probably would have smacked my head into a wall. (Or listened to a Genesis album, which is equally as painful.)

Randy Bosch
Original Character
153 Words

She knows all about innuendo. Everything he said to her had shades of meaning. Peel back the compliment and there was something far more disgusting festering underneath.

How lovely you look in that gown, Johanna.

You're growing so fast, my dear. You'll be a woman soon enough.

You're becoming such a beauty right before my eyes.

It was strange, how these flattering words could make her feel so unclean, and all because of the voice that spoke them. Those words flitted over her gown, lightly fluttering over her shoulder, her throat, her waist. They enveloped her, choked her, until she had trouble breathing.

Oh, she knows the power of innuendo. She knows how it can make you hate yourself and wonder if there really is anything good or pure in the world.

It was easier when he just came out and offered himself as her husband. It was easier to cry and beg than to have to thank him for those words that slid over her and caked her skin. Once he stripped away the false innocence, she could start to feel right again, she could start to feel good again. Because then he was bad, and she was good, and there was no question, no wondering if he really did just mean that she looked nice in her dress. There was no more questioning, no more doubting, no more feeling guilty for thinking such horrible things about one's father.

There was no question about this: Johanna preferred to live without innuendo.

Johanna Barker
Sweeney Todd
252 words