Four Stump-the-Pairing-Whore Prompt Answers
Nine people left stump-the-pairing-whore prompts in my recent poll; here are the answers to four of them. :D
eaivalefay prompted me with Piers Polkiss/Dudley: new, remember, uninvited.
A Good Long Fun Time (PG-13; Dudley/Piers, OMC; 100 words)
"You almost got me uninvited to return!"
"Ungrammatical lout!"
Dudley and Piers share a look over Bryant's head, and then Dudley punches the little shit.
Bryant sags but doesn't fall. Piers is stronger than he looks and could hold Bryant up for a good long fun time if Dudley wanted him to, but he doesn't.
Instead, he laughs and says, "Go away and remember: snitches get hit."
Bryant slinks off.
"Well," says Piers, "that's new. Usually, there's a lot more blood." His eyes travel down Dudley's body to where it's all pooled. "Want me to take care of that?"
"Yes."
nocturnus33 prompted me with Stanley Shunpike/Pansy Parkinson: tire.
Shock (PG; Stan/Pansy; 150 words)
Pansy left the Ministry; her parents were going to Azkaban, her family's assets had been seized, and her wand had been taken for the period of one year. She had nothing-and no one.
I tire of life, she thought, making her way towards the car-filled streets of Muggle London.
It wasn't fair that they'd taken her wand because of what she'd said. Everyone else had been thinking it, at least, every good Slytherin had been.
If we'd just given Potter to the Dark Lord, she thought, stepping into the street, none of this would-
The lights bearing down on her were blinding and somehow too . . . thin, and then she was rudely jerked inside of a vehicle and against someone.
"Oi, you almost got yourself killed!" the wizard exclaimed.
Pansy burst into tears.
The wizard kissed her.
She smacked him.
He grinned. "Name's Stan, Stan Shunpike. I'll be your conductor today."
venturous1 prompted me with Dolores Umbridge/Cho Chang.
A Special Tea (NC-17; Dolores/Cho; 200 words): Dolores' specialty is getting the answers she needs.
"You want to tell me, don't you, dear?" Dolores asked, avidly watching Chang's mouth as she drank.
"I haven't anything to . . . ."
"'Say'? supplied Dolores, patting Chang's knee.
"What are you do-"
"Comforting you, dear," Dolores told her, massaging now. "I can see how . . . nervous you are. Funny," she said, with a little laugh as she grasped Chang's knee, "tea always makes me feel relaxed, but you don't look relaxed."
Chang started as Dolores moved her hand up under her skirt and leaned her back in the chair, which had been spelled to Transfigure itself into a chaise lounge under favourable questioning conditions. "Oh! What are you doing?"
Dolores knocked the girl's knees apart and continued slowly circling Chang's clit through her knickers. "Already more talkative-good. You'll be more so soon, I warrant. Oh, yes, I do!" Merlin, but I love my special tea, she thought, saying, "Because it's not nice to refuse to answer a simple question when someone's being so good to you . . . and doesn't this feel good, dear?"
"T-too slow!" Chang protested, reaching for herself.
Dolores Summoned her wand so that she could bind Chang's hands above her head. "Well, then, dear, you'll just . . . have to . . . answer . . . my question."
snapesgirl62 prompted me with Rabastan Lestrange/Poppy Pomfrey: Iguana, beach, relaxation.
A Naughty Nurse on Holiday (PG-13; Poppy/Rabastan; 150 words)
Poppy's enjoying her summer hols by getting in as much relaxation on the beach as she can stand. It's not that she doesn't enjoy the sun-drenched solitude-particularly as she's chosen a "clothing optional" location-but one can only drink so much Iguana punch before beginning to feel . . . naughty.
She's pleased, then, when she sees a tall, strapping lad come jogging up the sand towards her-until she recognises him as a student.
"Hi, there, pretty lady," he says. "What's your name?"
How typical of a seventeen-year-old, Poppy thinks, trying not to stare at Rabastan's cock because it's certainly not. Goodness!
"A bit shy, are you?" Rabastan asks, sitting down uninvited. "That's fine. I didn't come to talk."
"You're here to, er, come?" Poppy asks, shocked by her boldness.
"Yeah," he says, looking her over with obvious appreciation, "but you first. I'm a gentleman."
"Then I place myself in your capable, er, hands."
eaivalefay prompted me with Piers Polkiss/Dudley: new, remember, uninvited.
A Good Long Fun Time (PG-13; Dudley/Piers, OMC; 100 words)
"You almost got me uninvited to return!"
"Ungrammatical lout!"
Dudley and Piers share a look over Bryant's head, and then Dudley punches the little shit.
Bryant sags but doesn't fall. Piers is stronger than he looks and could hold Bryant up for a good long fun time if Dudley wanted him to, but he doesn't.
Instead, he laughs and says, "Go away and remember: snitches get hit."
Bryant slinks off.
"Well," says Piers, "that's new. Usually, there's a lot more blood." His eyes travel down Dudley's body to where it's all pooled. "Want me to take care of that?"
"Yes."
nocturnus33 prompted me with Stanley Shunpike/Pansy Parkinson: tire.
Shock (PG; Stan/Pansy; 150 words)
Pansy left the Ministry; her parents were going to Azkaban, her family's assets had been seized, and her wand had been taken for the period of one year. She had nothing-and no one.
I tire of life, she thought, making her way towards the car-filled streets of Muggle London.
It wasn't fair that they'd taken her wand because of what she'd said. Everyone else had been thinking it, at least, every good Slytherin had been.
If we'd just given Potter to the Dark Lord, she thought, stepping into the street, none of this would-
The lights bearing down on her were blinding and somehow too . . . thin, and then she was rudely jerked inside of a vehicle and against someone.
"Oi, you almost got yourself killed!" the wizard exclaimed.
Pansy burst into tears.
The wizard kissed her.
She smacked him.
He grinned. "Name's Stan, Stan Shunpike. I'll be your conductor today."
venturous1 prompted me with Dolores Umbridge/Cho Chang.
A Special Tea (NC-17; Dolores/Cho; 200 words): Dolores' specialty is getting the answers she needs.
"You want to tell me, don't you, dear?" Dolores asked, avidly watching Chang's mouth as she drank.
"I haven't anything to . . . ."
"'Say'? supplied Dolores, patting Chang's knee.
"What are you do-"
"Comforting you, dear," Dolores told her, massaging now. "I can see how . . . nervous you are. Funny," she said, with a little laugh as she grasped Chang's knee, "tea always makes me feel relaxed, but you don't look relaxed."
Chang started as Dolores moved her hand up under her skirt and leaned her back in the chair, which had been spelled to Transfigure itself into a chaise lounge under favourable questioning conditions. "Oh! What are you doing?"
Dolores knocked the girl's knees apart and continued slowly circling Chang's clit through her knickers. "Already more talkative-good. You'll be more so soon, I warrant. Oh, yes, I do!" Merlin, but I love my special tea, she thought, saying, "Because it's not nice to refuse to answer a simple question when someone's being so good to you . . . and doesn't this feel good, dear?"
"T-too slow!" Chang protested, reaching for herself.
Dolores Summoned her wand so that she could bind Chang's hands above her head. "Well, then, dear, you'll just . . . have to . . . answer . . . my question."
snapesgirl62 prompted me with Rabastan Lestrange/Poppy Pomfrey: Iguana, beach, relaxation.
A Naughty Nurse on Holiday (PG-13; Poppy/Rabastan; 150 words)
Poppy's enjoying her summer hols by getting in as much relaxation on the beach as she can stand. It's not that she doesn't enjoy the sun-drenched solitude-particularly as she's chosen a "clothing optional" location-but one can only drink so much Iguana punch before beginning to feel . . . naughty.
She's pleased, then, when she sees a tall, strapping lad come jogging up the sand towards her-until she recognises him as a student.
"Hi, there, pretty lady," he says. "What's your name?"
How typical of a seventeen-year-old, Poppy thinks, trying not to stare at Rabastan's cock because it's certainly not. Goodness!
"A bit shy, are you?" Rabastan asks, sitting down uninvited. "That's fine. I didn't come to talk."
"You're here to, er, come?" Poppy asks, shocked by her boldness.
"Yeah," he says, looking her over with obvious appreciation, "but you first. I'm a gentleman."
"Then I place myself in your capable, er, hands."