prompt me?

[marguerite_26]

apparently I am incapable of doing anything productive today outside of refreshing email/flist/twitter.

help me out? I'll take the first 5 prompts (HP or Merlin fandom - any pairing) and I'll write something VERY short (and likely pretty lame).

please list:
two characters
one word
a number between 1-300


I just need to shake off this funk.

In the meantime, I'm going to go clean my house. never happened.

I GOT THE 5 6 PROMPTS! thank you!

FILLS:
Merlin/Arthur, Estate Agent, G, 297 words for winterstorrm
Merlin/Arthur, feet, G, 258 words for hermette *
Merlin/Arthur, Spring, G, 269 words for brunettepet
Merlin/Arthur, Ironing, PG-13, 262 words for kathyh


Harry/Draco, bored, R, 573 words for nenne *
Harry/Draco, Soul, PG, 200 words for bootsy_mine


*I didn't manage the requested word count

Comments

[winterstorrm.livejournal.com]

Arthur/Merlin
Arthur the estate agent! (yes am watching Escape to the Country!)

[winterstorrm.livejournal.com]

Sorry am on phone missed the one word thing and number - er - 297?

prompt 1

[marguerite-26.livejournal.com]

YAY!

Can I get you to pick a number 1-300? (that will be the word count).

Merlin/Arthur estate agent 297

[marguerite-26.livejournal.com]

Merlin stepped through the threshold of the tiny cottage, closed his eyes and inhaled. The scents of pine and dried leaves filled his senses and brought forward long lost memories of running through the forest as a boy, and tumbling in the underbrush with his king many years after that. He shook his head, startled at the clarity of the moments he didn’t recognise as his own.

A throat cleared behind him and he spun to see the estate agent waiting to enter.

“Sorry.” Merlin stepped aside and let the man pass. “Mr. Pendragon, was it?”

“Please, call me Arthur.” The man’s smile was lovely. He likely did well in this business.

Arthur turned about the room. “Full of character, isn’t it?”

It was all stone and wood, inside and out. There were splashes of mortar were you could see the press of stone had squeezed the excess down the wall; it looked built by hand, out of love and necessity.

“Very rustic.”

Merlin had to bite back a laugh at Arthur’s posh ‘rustic’ that sounded like a word that other people used, but he’d never quite caught the meaning of.

“And the view is stunning.” Arthur motioned for Merlin to join him across the room. The entire back of the cottage was a series of large windows.

Merlin’s breath caught as he looked out to see nothing but the tips of pines as the forest dropped off in a cliff and left a view of the sea. “It’s magnificent.” As he turned to Arthur, again his mind flooded with strange memories, this time of fairies and water and heavy armour, a faint pulse under his fingertips.

Arthur blinked, looking like he was waking from a dream. “Yes, it is.”
Merlin leaned forward and kissed his king.

[nenne.livejournal.com]

H/D, bored and joke. How about it?

prompt 2

[marguerite-26.livejournal.com]

so I quickly edited the post to include the format. (I'm so anal)

Can I get only a one word prompt?
And a number between 1-300?(that will be the word count).

H/D bored and oops! 573 words

[marguerite-26.livejournal.com]

It was because they were bored. At least if any of the girls found out, that’s what they’d agreed to say. Mostly, it was just because they were boys and impossibly competitive and these things tended to just happen. Also it was because Malfoy was a prat. He’d been a total arse to everyone from the moment McGonagall had announced the students in eighth year would have to dorm together, all four houses. He’d griped and pouted. Occasionally brooded. But mostly he snarked at Harry, from picking at Harry’s choice of pyjamas to mocking the girls that knocked on the common room portrait in hopes of an autograph.

That morning, after shooing off yet more first years, Harry turned with his cheeks already burning to find Malfoy announcing to the room:
“They’ll all be crushed when they discover their precious hero’s equipment is the size of a flobberworm.”

To which Harry uttered his standard reply, “Shut the fuck up, Malfoy.”

“I’m only speaking the truth, Potter. I’ve seen you in the showers you know.”

Malfoy’s eyes trailed Harry’s body and he had to clench his fists to stop from covering his groin. He looked around the room to see a few hands covering smirks, a few others – including Ron and Neville – avoiding eye contact. Harry let a lot of things go, but the idea that his friends actually thought that...

Harry lifted his chin and met Malfoy’s amused gaze. “Alright. We’re doing this.” Then he proceeded to pop the top button of his trousers.

Malfoy’s smile faltered. “You can’t be serious.”

“Oh, I’m serious. I’ve seen you in the shower, too.” Malfoy loved to walk around half-hard, strutting like a peacock. No one in the room had ever seen Harry erect, but that was about to change. It was a matter of pride. “Whip it out, Malfoy. I’ll even publically apologise if I don’t measure up.”

Suddenly the room was silent and Harry thought Malfoy would back down, that it’d be over that easily. Then the tick-tick-tick of a zipper being lowered gave Malfoy’s answer.

The boys rushed around them shouting: ‘are we talking length or girth?’ ‘do you guys want lube or is that cheating?’ ‘five quid says Harry’s packing.’

Harry ignored them all, his eyes only on Malfoy. He pulled himself out and began a slow slide up and down his fattening cock while Malfoy did the same. They didn’t look down, at themselves or each other, as if this were a staring contest rather than an issue of dick size. Before long, beads of sweat gathered on Malfoy’s top lip; his breath came as quick as Harry’s. Harry could feel the increased weight in his palm, the lengthening of his strokes and knew it wasn’t far off.

Ron was the first to break the tension. “Christ, Harry. That bloody thing grows.”

Malfoy blinked and Harry saw him struggling to not look.

Then Blaise laughed. “Draco, I think you are in trouble, mate.” And Malfoy’s eyes flitted downward and his jaw dropped.

Harry didn’t bother to look down; he just put his hands on his hips and let them get their fill. They wouldn’t be getting another.

“I assume that settles that,” he said to the room at large. “Now if you’ll excuse me.” He winced as he tucked himself back in and made for the boys’ dormrooms. As he walked up the stairs, he heard the common room explode into applause.

[bootsy-mine.livejournal.com]

HP
Draco/Harry
"soul" "7"

[marguerite-26.livejournal.com]

so I quickly edited the post to include the format. (I'm so anal)

Can I get only a one word prompt?
And a number between 1-300?(that will be the word count).

Harry/Draco Soul -- 200 words

[marguerite-26.livejournal.com]

Draco’s hair feathered the pillow, gleaming in the moonlight against Harry’s dark sheets.

He loved how sleep softened Draco’s features, smoothing out the harsh lines of his brow, around his lips. After the sun rose, Draco’s mind would be racing with the details of the next case, eyes straining over reports, and lips pursed as he argued with Harry about the clues hidden in the ink and parchment that scattered their office.

Harry watched the rhythmic rise and fall of Draco’s bare chest and thought of that afternoon’s raid, how they’d come home wrecked, not speaking of body count, of the blood, the disappointment. Of being too late. They’d showered off the stink of long hours in stakeout, crawled into bed and simply clung to each other until sleep had taken them.

Harry bent and kissed the mark on Draco’s arm; the symbol of his mistakes that drove Draco every day.

“When he did it,” Draco whispered, his voice raspy with sleep and his eyes still shut, “I thought he stole my soul, ripped it right out of me and devoured it.”

Harry sighed. “He didn’t.” His finger’s curling around Draco’s forearm, digging into skin, possessive, Harry repeated, “He didn’t.”

[hermette.livejournal.com]

Merlin/Arthur, feet, 227

prompt 4

[marguerite-26.livejournal.com]

you got it.

(last time I did this you said 'hands', I believe. LOL.)

227 was not enough words! M/A feet 258

[marguerite-26.livejournal.com]

“Merlin!”

Merlin’s startled awake, his mind already racing at what he’d done now.

“How are you feet so cold?”

Realising too late that his foot had wandered over to Arthur’s bedroll, he shifted onto his back and stared up at the stars. “Sorry. My mother used to say that I had bad circulation. She’d rub my feet until they warmed just to make sure my toes didn’t fall off.”

Merlin smiled at the memory. He turned to Arthur to apologise but the words caught in his throat at the intensity in Arthur’s eyes, bright in the moonlight. “Could that happen?”

Arthur was up and rummaging through Merlin’s satchel, but he wouldn’t find anything. Merlin’s only socks were drying by the fire, along with his shoes after the incident with the puddle.

“You didn’t even pack a blanket you, absolute idiot.”

“It’s a warm night! My toes are not going to fall off.”

Arthur dropped to his knees at the bottom of Merlin’s bedroll. “Like I’d take your word for it.”

“What are you doing?” Merlin scrambled backwards as Arthur’s hot fingers curled around his ankles and dragged him back into place.

“What do you think I’m doing, Merlin?” Arthur dropped Merlin’s left foot into his lap, nestles between the heat of Arthur’s thighs. The other, he began to rub, his thumbs pushing in and sliding along the muscle.

Merlin raised himself on his elbows to watch and he prayed that the flicker of the campfire wasn’t to show how much Arthur’s hands did not feel like his mothers.

[kathyh]

Merlin/Arthur

ironing

262

prompt 5

[marguerite-26.livejournal.com]

you got it.

Merlin/Arthur, ironing, 262 words

[marguerite-26.livejournal.com]

here you go. :) thanks for the prompt!

http://marguerite-26.livejournal.com/532969.html

[brunettepet.livejournal.com]

Arthur/Merlin spring 23

[brunettepet.livejournal.com]

Whoops, format fail!

Arthur/Merlin
Spring
23

prompt 6

[marguerite-26.livejournal.com]

great! (though 23 will be the word count... do you want to keep 23? you can go up to 300?)

[marguerite-26.livejournal.com]

here you go! (opted to put it in a post so that I could fix typos. LOL)

http://marguerite-26.livejournal.com/532187.html

[lunadeath02.livejournal.com]

Bradley/Colin (not sure if you're okay with rps - i think, but if not then Arthur/Merlin is fine)
Accent (as in: in love with it)
300

:D

[marguerite-26.livejournal.com]

Oh, God. That's so tempting. But I went with only 5 (then I got the 5th and 6th prompts at the same time so I need to write them both!)

But if after those are all done, if I still have another drabble in me it'll def. be B/C accent for you. :D

[rebeccaann08.livejournal.com]

Doh! Missed the prompting! Shucks!

Loving the fills so far :D

[marguerite-26.livejournal.com]

sorry! next time. I needed to cut if off or I would get overwhelmed. :)

[subtlefire.livejournal.com]

Why does no one ever post these things when I'm not at work?

*epic sigh of emo*

[marguerite-26.livejournal.com]

next time, sweetie, i'll try to reserve you a spot. ;)

[altri-uccelli.livejournal.com]

You are so very cool. (And brave. This strikes me as an incredibly difficult exercise in prompt-filling).

I love the Merlin/Arthur fills. Can't wait for the H/D now! &hearts

[marguerite-26.livejournal.com]

LOL - not sure if I'm cool or brave at all, but I'm not afraid of posting something really mediocre just to get my muse going. :D

But I love the challenge of these little stories. And the lack of pressure of just writing for laughs. *g*

[marguerite-26.livejournal.com]

Thank you! glad you liked.