pinch-hit: free for all

[tigriswolf]

This is a pinch-hit, y'all, and there is no theme. Any prompt you want, go ahead and post - y'all know the rules.

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[tigriswolf]

Harry Potter, Sirius/Remus, the beast and the beast

[samueljames]

Harry Potter, Oliver/Percy or Oliver/Draco, proposing (with a unique magical twist).

Carry my affection (across the air) (G) p. I

[bloodconfetti.livejournal.com]

((Omg, I am so sorry if I screwed up Oliver's accent. Also don't know if this counts as unique; sorry.))





Humbled and feeling very much alone.

That's how Oliver finds him. He barely remembers him, but for his bright blonde hair, and his childish sneer. Oliver, now, barely recognizes him. And at first, he thinks to navigate 'round him, but as he's passing Draco, dressed all in black, he sees the sallow in his face, and the hollow in his eyes. And he pauses. Because if Oliver knows how to do anything, it's to catch something that's about to fall into a hole (or a pit, rather).




Draco... Draco grew on him. He grew up with him. And somehow, Draco grew in love with him. And though Oliver contests, to this day, that they are a most improbable match, Oliver must admit: He's grown very fond of Draco too.




Oliver owls Draco just as the workday is ending, inviting him to a homemade meal. At first, Draco had been skeptical of Oliver's cooking abilities, but though the menu was always off the wall, Draco had not been disappointed yet.

So he scribbles his acceptance, brow raised in curiosity of the sudden invite, at the bottom of the parchment and sent Raul back Oliver's way. He only hopes that the meal doesn't include squid. One never knows with... Well, an over-adventurous, self-made chef.




"We've thought this through! We've planned everything out! Got Ministry approval, even! Surely he'll say yes, and then you'll feel like an idiot for worrying!"

Oliver rubs at his forehead before finally deciding to pull the blue jumper over his shirt and tie. Blue is, of course, the neutral color in their relationship. And the ring he'd purchased over two months ago is speckled, sparsely, all the way around, with minute diamonds, but also sapphire.

Draco's is silver, and when - if - when Draco says yes, Oliver will be getting himself a match in gold.

He huffs out a breath of hot air as his nose peeks over the jumper, and then decides to ridicule himself for his pathetic attempt at a pep talk.

He'd been good at them once...

"Right," Oliver says to himself in exasperation, "Just do it, y' ninny."




Over the last couple of months, Oliver thought long and hard over whether it would be better to have the element of surprise on his side, or an over-whelming amount of romance. But in the end, he decided that he'd need a good amount of both before he'd feel sure enough of himself to do it without vomiting on himself.

He'd practiced several times, sitting alone on his bed, handing the box over without shaking hands, and pulling the lid open without fumbling or dropping the velveteen case.

Still, tonight, as he lights the candles with flame from his wand, he wonders if he won't manage to knock the candles over and start a fire in his flat. Or worse, a fire that would catch on Draco's arm as he reached out to receive what he would initially think just a romantic gesture.

Oliver furrows his brow, and stares at the candles, silently begging them to stay in place, if he allows them to keep their light. But then it's too late to take it back, because there's a loud 'crack' around the corner, and Draco's apparated in.

[tigriswolf]

7th Heaven, Mary, just a brief overview of an AU where the show didn’t completely demonize her, please

The birds are singin' (G)

[bloodconfetti.livejournal.com]

There's a beat, a pounding in her ears. She wants to close her eyes, but she can't - she can't.

The court seems a mile long, but this is what she's worked so hard for. Every bit of training is for this moment, this moment right here, right now.

Mary swings around an opponent, ball magnetized to the palm of her hand. She is in control. She will not lose it, can't lose it, as her feet skid across the half-court. She almost - almost - loses her balance, and her heels lift off the floor, her toes squeeze tight, and she stops breathing, squeezing every muscle in her back and stomach, in her thighs, in her calves, to keep from tilting forward anymore.

And then balance is restored. Mary can see that there are too many barriers here. She could choose so many paths, but she sees, in her mind, the way she could get lost in them all. Drop the ball. Have it stolen.

This is her shot. She's going to take it.

Her jersey slides to one side as she lifts her shoulder, her elbow, her hand, and jumps over the tallest mountain, rolling the ball up her palm, off her finger tips, and slowly falls back to the ground as the ball sails over hands waving desperately in the air.

"Woo! Mary!" she hears from the stands, a single outstanding sound from the cluster-tone ringing in her ear. Her lips quirk, but it's not until the ball has sunk completely through the net that she smiles. That she jumps into the air with her fists raised in the air, triumphant.

They aren't ahead with her three-pointer, but they are even. And it's a going to be a good end to the season.

After the game, stress rolls off her back in beads of sweat. The steam from the showers breathes new life into her, calm and deeply soothing. A warm embrace.

With games like these, her coach reminds her, hand on shoulder, she'll keep her scholarship through next year. Mary nods her head, scrunching up her hair with her towel again, getting the last dribbles of water off before she throws it in the hamper and walks out to greet her family.

"We won!" she says, smiling, voice strained with self-pride, cheeks nearly splitting open.

Matt's the first to get his arm around her shoulder, but then everyone else crowds in, besides her parents, who stand back and wait for everyone to stop chattering their compliments at her.

Mom and dad are both smiling, eyes creased. Mary wants to feel this way forever. She prays for it every night she doesn't end up passed out over the top of textbooks, basketball laying at her ankles as a reminder of what she's here for. What it's all worth.

"Thanks for coming," she says into her mother's hair.

Her mom rubs at her back gently, and says, "And miss watching you fly? What kind of a mother would I be?"

And Mary laughs. And they take her out to ice cream.

It's easily one of the best nights of her life.

[tigriswolf]

Teen Wolf (TV), Derek + Scott, after all is said and done, Derek tells Scott, “You’re not welcome in my pack” and doesn’t look back as he walks away.

(Erica, Boyd, Jackson, and Isaac follow; Lydia’s already waiting by the cars. Stiles gives Scott a long, searching look, then flicks his gaze to Allison, turns away, and runs to catch up with his pack.)

[tigriswolf]

Teen Wolf (TV), Peter/Stiles,

Peter caresses Stiles’ face and murmurs into his ear, I should’ve bitten you.

Stiles grins at him, turning into the touch, and says, My, my, Mr. Wolf, what big teeth you have.

[youaredriving.livejournal.com]

I normally don't write Peter/Stiles so I'm not too sure where this one came from.

“I should have bitten you.” Peter’s voice is whisper soft as he strokes a finger along Stiles’ jawline. His lips stretch in slight satisfaction and the feel of the barely there stubble leaving pinpricks of sensation along his own skin. “My nephew likes to make sure the opportunity never arises. He doesn’t trust me to take care of you.”

Stiles tilted his head back, his lips parted and eyes wide as he watched the way Peter reacted to the movement. The werewolf came to surface to play, bright eyes and sharp pointed claws pressing just hard enough to threaten fragile human skin.

“But now I’ve come to think that he’s stopped me so many times because he’s wanted something that wasn’t his.” Peter ducked his head down so his nose brushed along the strong column of Stiles’ neck. His teeth grazed and teased the skin at Stiles’ shoulder. “But he can’t have you, can he? No, you’re all mine.”

Stiles’ heart stuttered in his chest as Peter bit down. With an exalted breath Stiles couldn’t stop himself, “My, my. What big teeth you have Mr. Wolf.”

[tigriswolf]

Teen Wolf (TV), Derek/Stiles, when they first start experimenting, they both insist on safewords; when Derek (hesitantly) uses his and Stiles backs off, Derek just stares at him in wonder

(And Stiles wishes he knew how to raise the dead, just so he could kill Kate Argent again, slowly and painfully, until she was in pieces and spread out over the forest floor)

[kryss-delrhei.livejournal.com]

Inuyasha, Inuyasha, Alone

[kryss-delrhei.livejournal.com]

Final Fantasy X, Seymour, Plans coming to fruition

[kryss-delrhei.livejournal.com]

Kingdom Hearts, Sora + Riku, Sunset

[kryss-delrhei.livejournal.com]

Death Note, Mello + Matt, Smoking

[kryss-delrhei.livejournal.com]

Inuyasha, Sesshoumaru, Duty

[c3childs.livejournal.com]

The hanyou brat watched him with somber, wary eyes. For all that the pup was born of a human woman and retained some of that natural softness, his instincts were strong. The dog-like ears that marked him as mixed breed were laid back, and he didn't approach.
He knew when he saw a predator at least.
"Come here."
The hanyou flinched back, and Sesshoumaru crouched down, making himself appear smaller, less intimidating. By inches, the pup crept closer until Sesshoumaru could catch him by the ear, causing him to whine and pull back. The hold tightened, and he stilled and yipped pitifully.
"Our father was the same. You are mine. When I call, you come quickly. Do you understand?"
He nodded minimally.
"Speak."
"Yes."
Sesshoumaru let him go and placed his hand atop his head for a moment. In one graceful movement, he stood and spun to walk away.
"Come, Inuyasha."
The little mutt trailed clumsily at his heels.

[mangacrack.livejournal.com]

Inuyasha, any, surprise that Inuyasha actually has other friends (hanyou ideally). before he even knew Kikyo

[mahmfic.livejournal.com]

Cabin Pressure, Arthur, he puts that he's a professional web designer on his CV/resume

[aestivali.livejournal.com]

Cabin Pressure, ensemble, "I don't think that's cheese..."

[aestivali.livejournal.com]

Death in Paradise, Richard Poole/Camille Bordey, finally getting him out of that suit

[aestivali.livejournal.com]

Horrible Histories, Blenkinsop/Maltravers, their lives spin on the flip of a coin a hundred times a day

[aestivali.livejournal.com]

Monkey Island, Guybrush/Elaine, fond exasperation

[aestivali.livejournal.com]

Plebs, Cynthia/Metella, who's in charge here?

[mahmfic.livejournal.com]

Cabin Pressure, Martin/Douglas, Martin starts to learn French for Douglas because whenever Martin says anything in the language it turns Douglas on.

[mahmfic.livejournal.com]

Cabin Pressure, any, "Isn't that mold?" "Oh my God, I just ate from that!"

[mahmfic.livejournal.com]

Doctor Who, 11/Clara, he can't just ask her, no.

[mahmfic.livejournal.com]

any, any, "Is there a reason you never finish your sentences?"

[mangacrack.livejournal.com]

Silmarillion, Fingon + Maeglin, Aredhel dies at childbirth and years later Fingon finds a young elf with her eyes

[ivotedforsaxon.livejournal.com]

Revolution, Miles/Bass + Charlie, pre-blackout, babysitting Charlie.

[mangacrack.livejournal.com]

any, any, losing a day is normal. a year is heard of, but losing a decade worth of memories?