prompt table { 2016 } 100 situations

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Because I intend to finish this table one way or the other - please feel free to claim prompts from the list below. Anything with a link or a strikethrough is off limits, but otherwise, comment below and I will mark your prompts as claimed!

001.	Tired	002.	Back Alley	003.	Sunrise	004.	Late	005.	Son
006.	Hot	007.	Friend	008.	Floor	009.	Cheat	010.	Think
011.	Disgust	012.	Shelter	013.	Borrow	014.	Chair	015.	Alter
016.	Peace	017.	Beach	018.	True	019.	Crazy	020.	Love
021.	New	022.	Beggar	023.	False	024.	Happy	025.	Cancer
026.	Pickpocket	027.	Reverse	028.	Deliver	029.	Arrival	030.	Fall
031.	Knife	032.	Torn	033.	Danger	034.	Neutral	035.	Mate
036.	Fly	037.	Loud	038.	Touch	039.	Seek	040.	Argue
041.	Work	042.	Sink	043.	Nut	044.	Stuck	045.	Animal
046.	Pray	047.	Kill	048.	Light	049.	Cold	050.	Affair
051.	Restaurant	052.	Movie	053.	Wait	054.	Patient	055.	Crime
056.	Choke	057.	Fever	058.	Summer	059.	Eat	060.	Thirst
061.	Chance	062.	Appear	063.	Whisper	064.	Day	065.	Scream
066.	Fail	067.	Confused	068.	Smile	069.	Come	070.	Alone
071.	Fast	072.	Slow	073.	Return	074.	Fire	075.	Positive
076.	Baby	077.	Upset	078.	Kitchen	079.	Winter	080.	Ignorant
081.	Fool	082.	Afraid	083.	Prison	084.	Sex	085.	Hate
086.	Alarm	087.	Genius	088.	Negative	089.	Flood	090.	Bomb
091.	Hospital	092.	Trap	093.	Celebrate	094.	Old	095.	Disappear
096.	Writer‘s Choice.	097.	Writer‘s Choice.	098.	Writer‘s Choice.	099.	Writer‘s Choice.	100.	Writer‘s Choice.

Prompts Written: 100/100
Total Word Count: 124,261 words

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daddy's little girl, center of his world ~ teen wolf/tvdverse ~ 1,334

[wildkingdom]

Despite her temperament, Malia doesn’t have a whole lot of enemies.

Sure, there’s Monroe, but that’s more of a pack enemy than one specific to Malia. Everyone who comes for her, thinks that because she’s alone they can come for Scott or someone trying to get revenge on Peter for something and not realizing that his daughter can protect herself, and it’s not really about anything Malia has done. She likes it that way. Enemies take way too much effort and she just wants to live her life. The only real enemies she has are in Mystic Falls, for killing Damon, and honestly she’s not all that sorry about that, and those enemies aren’t actively coming after her.

Tyler, on the other hand, has slightly more enemies than Malia does.

Mystic Falls he left a long time ago and doesn’t seem interested in going back. New Orleans is a no-go for Reasons that Malia doesn’t actually care about. She tries to get him to go to Beacon Hills, but she gets the sense that there’s something about Scott that unnerves him, for reasons that probably have something to do with having been an alpha before. One day she’s going to get him to talk to Derek, to see if that will help convince him to join the pack, but for now she’s willing to just keep going with him, even if they don’t have a moor to draw them in.

Tonight’s port in the storm happens to be a property that Alaric owns that Jeremy sometimes crashes in, celebrating a job well done after taking down a group of vampires who were terrorizing a small town. There is lots of drinking involved, which does jack all for Malia, but leads to Tyler getting a little handsy which Malia does not mind in the slightest. Jeremy gets abandoned halfway through and they all crash out for an evening of well-deserved sleep.

Or, at least, that’s how it starts.

Malia’s awakened by the sound of scuffling halfway through the evening, the kind that definitely delineates some kind of fight happening somewhere in the house. Given that she’s the most combat ready at any given time, she’s quickly sliding out of bed, pulling on whatever clothes she can find – mostly Tyler’s shirt, she’s making her way into the man area, eyes glowing, claws out and …

… stopping with a groan when she comes upon the scene in the living room.

The room is a mess, with furniture scattered here and there, and the large werewolf in the middle of the room has Jeremy by the throat, but fortunately it’s a werewolf she recognizes. Standing there, in his usual designer flair, is her father, looking fairly calm, for all that Peter is ever calm. He may act like it, but Malia knows better than anyone that anger always lurks just under Peter’s surface – easily summoned, and easily stoked.

“Peter.”

His head turns to the sound of her voice, taking in her annoyance with a thin smile, as though he’s pleased to see her. “Hello, sweetheart.”

Jeremy twists to try and see Malia and frowns, confused. Tyler comes up behind her, also itching for a fight, and he follows Jeremy’s look with: “You know this guy?”

“Yeah. This is my father.” Malia crosses her arms in front of his chest. “Put him down, Peter.”

Peter shrugs. “If you insist.” Jeremy drops to the floor with a hard thunk!, and Malia looks like she’s about to protest, and Peter cuts her off. “He shot at me with a crossbow. It was not very hospitable.”

“It’s three in the morning! He had no idea who you were! He couldn’t have, because I had no idea you were coming.”

“You might have known I was coming if you answered your phone every once in a while. Or actually stayed in one place for more than five minutes so I could easily find you when I needed to.” There’s a pause as he takes in his daughter’s state of undress, then his eyes drift to Tyler over Malia’s shoulder, and there’s definitely a look in his eye that is not safe for anyone in this room but her. “But I can see that you were … preoccupied.”

“Oh my God.” Malia growls as she makes her way down the stairs and glances over to Jeremy. “Are you okay?”

Jeremy nods. “Yeah, just a couple bruises.”

At least there’s that. Malia then turns to Peter and shoves at his shoulder. “You. Outside.”

“Malia?”

“I’ll be okay,” Malia glances back to Tyler over her shoulder and gives him a softer look. “I’ll be back. Just give me a couple minutes.” Tyler weighs the options for a moment, before making his way down to Jeremy and nodding.

“Shout if you need help.”

Malia nods, before giving him a small smile. “Don’t worry. I can handle him.” She’s probably one of the only people who can.

- - - - - -

After ten minutes of negotiating with Peter and promising to at least text him back when he calls, she returns back into the house and drops down on the couch with a heavy sigh. Peter is exhausting on a good day and she knows that he’s trying, but she wants to believe that eventually, one day, he will try a little less to invade her privacy. She’s rubbing her eyes, tired in general, and doesn’t look up until she feels the dip of Tyler sitting next to her on the couch.

“Sorry about all of that.” She turns to him. “Is Jeremy okay?”

“Yeah, he is. It’s just bruises.” He’s quiet for a moment, before shifting to let her lean back into him. “So your dad.”

“He’s … a mess, ninety percent of the time. He doesn’t really have a lot of anchors and he’s more than a little broken but he’s trying. Believe it or not, him waiting in the living room and not just knocking Jeremy unconscious and charging into the bedroom is trying.”

“Still kinda fucked up though.”

“Oh, it’s more than a little fucked up.” Malia pauses for a moment, before giving a small shrug. “But unlike my biomom he actually wants to get to know me, and doesn’t want to murder me.”

Tyler stares at her. “Seriously?”

“Peter is bad. Corrine is worse.” And that’s putting it lightly. She sighs before shifting to face him more. “I’m not trying to make excuses for him, and if he starts killing again, I’m going to be the first person to lock him up but … the reason why he’s this way is not his fault. And there’s a part of me that he gets that … almost no one else I know does. Except for you.”

It’s hard to deal with being a killer – whether you did it intentionally or otherwise.

Tyler nods a bit, before draping an arm around her shoulders. “If he charges in here in the middle of the night again, I can’t guarantee that Jeremy won’t shoot him in the chest.”

“If he charges in here in the middle of the night again, Jeremy will be the least of his problems.”

Tyler chuckles a bit, before pressing a kiss to her temple. “Want to try and go back to sleep?”

Malia takes a deep breath and nods as she gets to her feet. “If it makes you feel any better, he generally wants me to be happy so upside, he’s not the kind of dad who tends to threaten my boyfriends.”

“While we’re dating sure,” Tyler smirks as he takes her hand to lead her upstairs. “But if we break up, is that still going to hold true?”

She pauses, weighing the options in her head, before shrugging. “I don’t know. Stiles survived, but Peter was also in a mental hospital at the time.”

“You are really not making me feel better, babe.”

She laughs, before leaning in to kiss him. “Sorry. I’ll try better next time.”