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mixandmatch1002017-02-25 11:53 pm
themightyflynn) wrote in mixandmatch1002017-02-25 11:53 pm
About Time (Oliver/Marcus)
Title: About Time
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themightyflynn
Character(s): Oliver, Marcus, Fred, George
Pairing(s): Oliver/Marcus
Rating: PG
Warning(s): Language
Challenge(s):![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
mixandmatch100 Prompt #04: Enchanted Stairwell
Word count: 200
Author's notes:
“Flint.”
“Fuck off, Wood.”
“Gladly. Get out of my way.”
Marcus glanced around, taking in the small stairwell the two of them stood facing each other in. He hadn’t believed the recent rumours that someone had enchanted this stairwell so that if you entered it at the same time as someone else, you were connected for the day but, considering the way his blood was rushing south at the thought of having to squeeze past Wood in such close proximity, he was becoming a believer. He crossed his arms across his chest.
“Move.”
Wood crossed his own arms. “No.”
“‘No’?”
“Not simple enough for you?” Wood uncrossed his arms and took a step up. “Try this one, then: make me.”
Marcus couldn’t help the chuckle he gave in response. “You don’t want that.”
Wood stepped even closer. “Don’t tell me what I want, Flint.”
Taking a step down brought the two of them practically nose-to-nose. Marcus breathed in Wood’s unique scent.
“I know exactly what you want, Wood.”
The soft click of the door went unnoticed as they moved closer.
“Told you that enchantment would work.”
“About time, too.”
Fred grinned at George as a faint groan sounded behind them.
Author/Artist:
themightyflynnCharacter(s): Oliver, Marcus, Fred, George
Pairing(s): Oliver/Marcus
Rating: PG
Warning(s): Language
Challenge(s):
mixandmatch100 Prompt #04: Enchanted StairwellWord count: 200
Author's notes:
“Flint.”
“Fuck off, Wood.”
“Gladly. Get out of my way.”
Marcus glanced around, taking in the small stairwell the two of them stood facing each other in. He hadn’t believed the recent rumours that someone had enchanted this stairwell so that if you entered it at the same time as someone else, you were connected for the day but, considering the way his blood was rushing south at the thought of having to squeeze past Wood in such close proximity, he was becoming a believer. He crossed his arms across his chest.
“Move.”
Wood crossed his own arms. “No.”
“‘No’?”
“Not simple enough for you?” Wood uncrossed his arms and took a step up. “Try this one, then: make me.”
Marcus couldn’t help the chuckle he gave in response. “You don’t want that.”
Wood stepped even closer. “Don’t tell me what I want, Flint.”
Taking a step down brought the two of them practically nose-to-nose. Marcus breathed in Wood’s unique scent.
“I know exactly what you want, Wood.”
The soft click of the door went unnoticed as they moved closer.
“Told you that enchantment would work.”
“About time, too.”
Fred grinned at George as a faint groan sounded behind them.
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:D
Yay for Weasley meddling!
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Great fulfillment of the prompt!
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