Pinch hit - Drabbles, singles, doubles or triples

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(Sorry for the late posting: Had to run some emergency errands)

Hey there, it's me, the matrixrefugee and I will be pinch-hitting this week. Today I'd like to devote to one of my favorite fic forms, the drabble, postage-sized fics of 100 words, give or take, though let's keep it flexible and leave wiggle room for double and triple-length drabbles (200 to 300 words, give or take)

But first, a few rules:

No more than five prompts in a row.
No more than three prompts in the same fandom.
No spoilers in prompts.
If your fill contains spoilers, warn and leave plenty of space.

Prompts should be formatted as follows:
Fandom, Character+/Character, Prompt

Some examples:

-Person of Interest, Finch+Bear, man's best friend
-Divergent (books or movie), Tris+Four, running
-Any, any, late for an important date

Comments

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Person of Interest, Finch+Bear, man's best friend

Fill: (Drabble)

[thesmallhobbit.livejournal.com]

Finch wasn’t entirely convinced that anything could be described as man’s best friend when the so-called friend enthusiastically came to say he’d finished his dinner by practically giving him a kiss and breathing dog food in his face. Nor was he sure that trying to walk around the library quietly so as not to disturb Reese who had fallen asleep after a gruelling case, was helped by treading on a half hidden squeaky toy. But the enthusiasm with which he was greeted whenever he came home, regardless of how he was feeling, reminded him that Bear had earned the role.

[mtxref-fic.livejournal.com]

Divergent (books or movie), Tris+Four, running

Insurgent Fill: Just Breathe

[scribblemyname]

A/N: double-drabble

She can't keep up. They are running out ahead of Tris down the train tracks, her mother, her father, Will--all the people she cannot save.

"Wait, please!" she cries. Her feet pound harder, her breath comes sharp and painful in her chest, ragged down her throat, and her heartbeat feels loud enough to hear. "Wait!"

She hears the bursts of gunfire and bright red dots of blood blooming on their shirts and screams and screams and...

"Tris."

Strong hands are shaking her shoulders. She opens her eyes to Four's face and tries desperately to catch her breath.

"I was running," she tells him, "and I couldn't catch up. I couldn't save them."

He draws her against him. "Breathe when I breathe," he tells her, like she told him in the fear simulation.

Tris obeys, drawing breath when he inhales, breathing out on his exhales. She buries her face in his chest and wills herself not to cry. She lost so many people, so fast, and night at the Amity compound feels foreign, another loss upon the rest.

In and out, Four's thumb tracing over her jaw. Stop thinking, Tris, she tells herself.

For a long, long time, they just breathe.

[mtxref-fic.livejournal.com]

Any, any, late for an important date

Roswell Fill: For a Very Important Date

[scribblemyname]

A/N: slightly bigger than a drabble

"She's going to kill me." Michael groaned aloud as he glanced at his watch.

Maria was pretty much always on a my-boyfriend-could-do-better kick, but lately, she'd stepped it up a couple notches. Isabel said that Max told her that Liz told him it was because Maria's mother was feeling extra skeptical that Michael was ever going to treat her daughter right, but that didn't really make him feel any better right now knowing he was running fifteen minutes late for their date.

He did something absolutely uncharacteristic. He called her.

"Hey, Maria. Let's do something different tonight."

If she had to change her clothes, she would love having an extra fifteen minutes. He glanced at his watch again. Make that twenty.

[scribblemyname]

Divergent books, Peter, he knows there's something wrong with him

[scribblemyname]

fairy tale, any, she may have been born human, but she didn't want to leave the fae

[vesca-viridian.livejournal.com]

With the warm of spring and summer on her bare skin, the bounty of nature and the warm haze of pleasure that filled the world of the Fae, what reason did she have to leave? Family? They had too many mouths to feed already. A lover? What love she had left behind never touched her to the depths of a fae boy could with a smile or that a fae woman could with the press of lips for that matter. Let the world wonder what became of her. There were no expectations here, only tricks, mind games and bodily pleasure.

[scribblemyname]

MCU, Natasha, "Your webs follow me everywhere."

[quitehopeless.livejournal.com]

Took another one for the AU again. It just seemed to fit.

http://archiveofourown.org/works/2788133

[enmuse.livejournal.com]

any, any, cookies

Filled: Leverage

[tinhutlady.livejournal.com]

"But those are for Santa!"

Hardison whirled around and nearly dropped the plate. "What? Yes!" He thought fast. "Yes! These cookies ARE for Santa, Parker. I was just putting them out before going to bed."

Eliot rounded the corner from the kitchen, a cookie up and close to his open mouth. Fast fighting instincts quickly brought the cookie down as he spotted hardison's eye movements towards Parker.

"Dammit, Hardison! You forgot one. And the glass of milk," he said, when he realized what was in his other hand.

Parker arranged the plate and glass on a living room table near the tree and smiled happily even as the men inwardly groaned at the loss of the fresh-baked cookie warmth cooling rapidly before their eyes.

[tigriswolf]

Author’s choice, author’s choice, she told me twice all her good advice

Fill: "told you twice," Teen Wolf, Aiden/Jackson, PG, 1/1

[fresh-brainss.livejournal.com]

Jackson slung his bag over his shoulder and left the boys’ restroom, even more confidence than normal in his stride.

“You disgust me,” Lydia said from where she leaned against a locker, picking at her nails. “My sloppy seconds? Really? We’re those exes?”

Jackson just grinned, raising a suggestive eyebrow. “It means we both have great taste, Lyds. See you after school?” He walked over before she could answer.

Lydia rolled her eyes. “Please don’t bring him to the pack meeting.”

“Bring who?” Aiden came out of the bathroom still buckling his belt, his hair disheveled. The collar of his tee shirt was stretched out like someone had spent a fair amount of time mouthing at his neck.

“Nobody,” Lydia said, checking her watch. “I’m off to class.” She looked back as she strutted away, making sure Aiden caught the gleam of her eyes. “Jackson’s just going to break your heart, I hope you know.”

*

Aiden sat on the front porch of the Hale house, hands dangling between his knees. Danny had left hours ago with Ethan so Aiden had nobody to be miserable with until Lydia showed up.

“Pining isn’t your color,” she said, sitting down next to him.

“Just give me a day or two. I mean, he just left. He told me over Twitter, Lydia.”

“He told us over Twitter,” Lydia corrected, patting Aiden’s leg. “What a dick.”

“Screw him,” Aiden said, though he couldn’t completely hide the shake in his voice.

“I told you, Aiden,” Lydia said, lacing her fingers through his. “I told you he’d break your dumb little alpha heart.”

“And Lydia Martin is always right,” Aiden said, resting against Lydia’s offered shoulder.

[tigriswolf]

Author’s choice, author’s choice, books are dangerous and reading is freedom

MCU Fill: Do You Really Believe That?

[scribblemyname]

A/N: Dribble-drabble

Natasha had to be careful when and where she read books, but after that first taste (reading out loud to a mark who liked to drift off to her voice; bad idea), she had to read more. Inside the Red Room, her material was all carefully selected to round out her training and indoctrination, but on the job, she used her covers to procure any book she could get her hands on and form her own opinions on the world around her.

Everyone thinks Hawkeye trailed her spectacularly for fifteen cities before cornering her at last. Actually, she discovered his book collection and trailed him to borrow from it until she sat down across from him (he spewed his coffee when he saw his mark, the Black Widow, slam his own well-worn book on the table) and demanded if all that American tripe about freedom was true.

He blinked. "Yeah?"

[enmuse.livejournal.com]

MCU, any, roles

[tigriswolf]

Author’s choice, author’s choice, the scariest sound in the world

Fill

[leni-ba.livejournal.com]

Once Upon A Time (Belle)

The ogres roar all night long, ever hungry, ever restless. That they are kept beyond the city walls makes little difference, as all know their defenses will eventually crumble away. But Belle doesn't let the sound scare her. There's hope. There will be hope as long as their soldiers are willing to fight, as long as...

Their last hope is a deal.

*

Rumpelstiltskin doesn't scare her, but neither does he make her feel comfortable. His voice seldom betrays him, and his words run in circles around her. He laughs, often, but his humor is slippery and it always takes her a second to catch the joke and smile along. It's his gestures that matter, Belle learns eventually, and she starts to listen for the things that really matter.

Somehow she misses the most important of all.

(Nobody can ever, ever love me.)

His roars do scare her, but the accusations cut her deeper still. She spends her hours in the dungeon reliving those last minutes, listening to his words over and over again. He wants her. He doesn't trust her. He loves her. He refuses to have her love him.

When Rumpelstiltskin returns, she has words of her own, curling in her chest.

When Rumpelstiltskin tosses her out, she flings these words at him.

If he can't trust her love, he will believe in her anger instead.

*

Outside, the world is noisier than she remembered. There are people talking, and animals running around, and yet another monster roaring at her.

Belle refuses to be scared. This one can't break her heart, after all.

Because the scariest sound of the world, Belle has learned, is not that of rage, but the hurt silence that follows afterward. She means to break that silence, she does.

As soon as she's gets back home.

[tigriswolf]

author’s choice, author’s choice, I survived – but it was not a happy ending

[fill] Kingdom Hearts | Sora (100 words)

[falkner]

The first week back on the Islands isn't bad, spending time with his friends and family again.

When one morning Sora looks in the mirror and sees a white hair on his temple, he tries to ignore it.

It's not long until ignoring is impossible and he needs to try and hide the increasing strands of white hair, which soon becomes impossible as well. He starts avoiding both people and mirrors.

Sora spends his days at the beach, looking at the horizon and thinking of other worlds.

The next time he looks at his reflection, his eyes have turned yellow.

[enmuse.livejournal.com]

Marvel, any, paranormal

Fill

[yyzeff.livejournal.com]

MCU, Tony + Stephen Strange, G
count: 300
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Tony reads the name on the business card slowly and with great skepticism. "Dr. Stephen...Strange." He raises his eyes to the man standing on the other side of his desk. "That's ah, one hell of a last name your family's carting around."

Strange shrugs, looking wholly unconcerned. "We don't choose our surnames when we're born. Once I was old enough to make a choice, I found I'd become quite fond of it. And you must admit, it makes for a nice private business name."

“Yes, ‘Something Rich and Strange’. Very snappy.”

He smiles; it’s as unnerving as it is charming. “Shakespeare wouldn’t mind, I don’t think.”

Tony taps the business card’s edge on his desk, then gestures at the chair next to Strange. Strange sits down across from Tony and folds his hands, moving like grace personified. Tony suspects every single other surgeon on the planet is a clumsy drunkard compared to him. “Now. It has come to my attention you are having a problem with ghosts?”

“Something like that. Thor—our friend from very out of town—calls them ‘spirits’.”

“I see.” Strange tilts his head. Tony knows that Thor not being human is, at this point, pretty common knowledge, but he doesn’t know if Strange has access to any information beyond that. “And he cannot converse or interact with them?”

“No. Says it’s not his thing. Plus, human spirits, which he apparently wouldn’t know how to deal with even if he could.” Tony smirks. “He says we needed to find a proper human oracle.”

Strange’s new smile is the kind a vendor gets when they’ve got you right where they want you. Tony stifles a sigh and adds a digit to the projected hourly fee. “I must tentatively agree with his assessment. And I am willing to investigate the situation.”

[scribblemyname]

X-Men, Rogue/Gambit, If I didn’t know better, I’d follow you up the stairs // Stop saying those sweet things / You know I’d like to hear

[tigriswolf]

Author’s choice, author’s choice, wed, bed, behead

Oops, was way over 300 words. How about this instead?

[evil-little-dog.livejournal.com]

King's Wife

[Warnings: Murder, sacrifice, blood.]

The wife of a king is a dangerous job. The king can decide it’s your fault that he can’t get a rise, that it’s your fault you are birthing girls, or not birthing at all. That it’s your fault he doesn’t find you at all attractive, that he prefers other girls, or boys, or men, or donkeys.

Your king isn’t like that. He is in awe of you, staring at you with blissful eyes. Touching you as if you are made of velvet. Bringing you to climax after climax, making you as pleased with him as he is with you.

But the land calls for blood, and his sacrifice is necessary. So you do what you must – bring him to climax on the cold stone, let his seed take root in you, and slice his throat before he can protest.

His sight dims, his hands release their hold on your hips, his cock stiffens one last time, then goes limp. You watch as his blood is caught in bowls to be spilled throughout the kingdom, to protect it. To provide for its welfare.

You touch your belly, and you hope the child you carry in you is a girl.

[enmuse.livejournal.com]

Haven, any, only human

[scribblemyname]

any, any, she dances alone under the stars

Fill, Original or Reader's Choice

[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

Alone is not lonely, nor is it even similar. She has all the company she could possibly need in the little lights in the sky. Sometimes she joins them up and makes pictures to tell stories about them, sometimes they traverse the black sky, sometimes she dances beneath them, joy personified. She needs no-one else, wants no-one else, needs no music save the music in her mind. She is free.

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

Batman: the animated series, Batman/the Joker, this is my show

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

Batman: the animated series, Poison Ivy, that stood for deadly nightshade

[oh-mcgee.livejournal.com]

Any, any, He kisses me the way I always wanted you to.

Fill, Reader's choice, 1st person pov

[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

You never knew how I wanted to be kissed, held, treasured, loved. You said the right words, made the right noises, but actions speak louder than words. Your actions spoke of ignorance, even as you told me what I wanted (what you told me was wrong) and you told me you knew better.

He is as different from you as it is possible to be without being from another species. He kisses me the way I always wanted you to. He treasures me, values me, loves me. He says what he means and acts how he means and you will never hold a candle to him.

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

Skyfall (2012), Q/James Bond, secret keeper

[daria234.livejournal.com]

The mission report deems the trip a failure, but James is relaxed, eager. His hands roam Q's body with confidence. He smirks.

Q concludes: disobeyed orders, kept his asset alive.

Another mission report recommends Bond for honors; James pulls Q against his body, kisses him hard, reckless, his gaunt eyes avoiding Q's gaze.

Blood on his hands then.

James goes missing for weeks. He comes back and ignores Q's calls.

Q shows up, glares until James sighs and lets him in. He gets into James' bed.

James lies next to him, his head heavy on Q's chest. They say nothing.

[oh-mcgee.livejournal.com]

Harry Potter, Remus/Sirius, You can’t just show up with your motorcycle and expect me to forgive you for disappearing. A motorcycle ride doesn’t fix that.

fill

[likewinning.livejournal.com]

"A wizard shouldn't be afraid of heights," Sirius says. "It's against the laws of nature. And magic."

"Afraid of –" Remus says. "I'm not afraid of –"

Sirius gives him that look, the one that has always says I'm going to suggest we do something stupid and irresponsible and you're going to say yes even though it's irresponsible and stupid. The one that also says you don't fool me.

Remus has been fighting this look for eight years.

"I'm not afraid of heights Remus says." He runs his hand through his hair. Barely twenty, and he's already going gray. He blames his friends. "Sirius," Remus says. "You can't just – you've been gone, and hopping on your motorcycle like nothing's happened isn't going to –"

Sirius grins at him. It's terrible what that does to him, still, after months of worry and a sick heart, after years of dealing with fallouts from that grin.

"Fine," Remus says. "One ride. A short one. On the ground. But that doesn't mean I forgive you."

For a moment, Sirius looks a little older than sixteen – looks his age. There's an apology, there, beneath the bravado. Then he grins again, fierce and reckless and all the things Remus can't stand (loves) about him. "We'll see about that," Sirius says.

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

MCU, Loki/Tony Stark, let it snow

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

Wallander series - Henning Mankell, Kurt Wallander/Magnus Martinsson, a bucket of ice

[evil-little-dog.livejournal.com]

NCIS, Abby+Any, Shooting stars