Drabbles-- you want? You can have!

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Since I just posted a fic. and I don't feel like diving into another one (and frankly when you post a fic. on ff.net and it gets over 80 hits an no one bothers to leave you a comment it really pisses me off) I am offering up drabbles for anyone who wants one

Comments

[tentaino_konton]

I feel like nowadays you have to almost beg for reviews, people just read it and then they're gone. The good people who do review and leave GOOD ones make it nice, but...yeah. Anyway. /complaining. (I understand, really do!)

Since I'm in an HP!y mood, here's your challenge (if you wanna consider it such :P)

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Marcus/Terence - Never again.

I'm curious to see what you do with it ♥

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Oh God... I feel so mean! I... honestly... *snuggles Terence after this one*

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Flint has him by the back of the neck as he drags the young Seeker into the locker room. “Enough,” the Captain’s voice is booming as he manhandles Terence onto one of the benches.

“But, I…” the smaller Slytherin tires to spit out, but his attempt is cut short by Marcus’ stern gaze and the way he throws his hands up in frustration.

“Too many chances, Higgs.”

Terence tries to breathe, to swallow down the huge lump forming in his throat. “Please, Flint... please.” He sounds so week, so small and defeated.

The Chaser runs his hands over his face before tugging on the ends of his short hair. “It’s done, no debating it. Have to do what’s best for the team.” And maybe Marcus is trying to convince himself as well as he turns and heads towards the door. “Draco starts as Seeker tomorrow.”

[tentaino_konton]

Omg...this makes me wanna snuggle him, too. Poor Terence ~_~

Thank you ♥ This was faboo!

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Glad you liked.... I felt kinda mean after it :/

I want, pretty please!

[tarotgal]

Ummmmmmmmmmmmm...

Either Oliver Wood just about to lead others into the Battle of Hogwarts fight on brooms (Prompt: Oliver Wood, pre-Battle pep talk)

Or... Oliver/Marcus deciding what to do with their bonus galleons they got when their team made the playoffs (Prompt: Oliver/Marcus, spending money)

Or the ol' standard Oliver/Marcus hurt/comfort. You know me. I'm easy!

THANK YOU! :-)

Re: I want, pretty please!

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Oliver is laying on the trainer’s table, back to the wall, arm in a sling, blood still pooling where his lip is split open. His eyes are closed, corners of his mouth twisted down in pain.

This is not where he wants to be… not at all what he wants to be doing and there is only one thing… one God damned thing that can make him feel better right now and he can’t even have that.

Not with the game still going on or with people around or…

The door to the locker room quickly swings open, banging on its hinges with a loud crash. Oliver startles, eyes bolting towards the sound just in time to see Flint leaning his broom against the wall

[kos_mos607]

1) Yes, I'm really starting to dislike ff.net. I get 10 PMs from people telling me I have to update this or that and if/or when I do, I get a 100 hits and no reviews. Tossers.

2) drabbles you say. Well, lets see now...

Eric/Anthony
Prompt: Aging or whose on top

Soap/Ghost
Prompt: first date

Flint/Wood
Prompt: Flint's birthday.

you don't have to write all of these hon, just whoever wants to work for you. ^_^

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Oliver knows better, but he honestly doesn’t care.

Not tonight. Not this night. Not this birthday.

It’s not about the gifts, never has been with Flint. In fact, the Chaser prefers Wood (or anyone for that matter) drops the subject all together.

But there is something rooted deep inside Oliver that thoroughly believes birthdays deserve to be synonymous with love, joy and affection and he’ll be dammed if Flint is going to spend another one locked away in his room grumbling about “some stupid date that doesn’t matter anyway”.

So, ya… Oliver knows better than to have planned something… anything on the day Flint hates the most. But something about the small platinum ring hiding in his suit pocket and the question waiting on his lips tells him that for once, he is going to give the man a birthday he won’t want to forget.

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Um… did I seriously just write Marcus/Oliver marriage fic?!?! Oh good, God… Marcus is glaring at me from the corner now… I’m scared….

[kos_mos607]

Flint and Wood married....?

DO WANT!!!!!!

^_^

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Thank GOD I'm not the only one! I wrote this and was like... um... I totally need to write this... oh God what's wrong with me?!?!?

[babydracky]

OH MY! What a wonderful idea!♥♥♥

So... Let's say...

Marcus/Oliver - Jealousy (What if Krum was actually trying to seduce Oliver OR Marcus?)

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Jealous Marcus? How fun!

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“If he ever… EVER… lays a hand on you again I’ll fuckin’ kill ‘um,” Flint had Oliver pinned against his apartment door, lips and teeth nipping at exposed flesh and collarbone. “I swear to God.”

Wood tried to answer, honestly he did… but the Chaser’s mouth was moving over his body slowly kissing and licking every single spot Krum had touched like Marcus needed to physically remove the Bulgarian from Oliver’s skin.

“You’re mine… belong to me. You got that?”

Oliver nodded, it was the best he could do.

Marcus paused before straightening up, aliening their bodies so their hips slotted together. He placed two fingers under Wood’s chin, forcing the Keeper to look up at him. “I mean it… no more games, no more Krum, no more.”

The corners of Oliver’s mouth pulled up before he pressed his lips firmly against the Chaser’s. “No more.”

Marcus huffed, deep breath falling from his lungs as hands wrapped around slim hips and ya… no more.

[babydracky]

Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!! Thank you!!!
♥♥♥
Jealous Marcus is too good for words ÖÖ

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You are more than welcome!

Jealous Marcus was so much fun to play with :)