emmsie (crocketed) wrote,
@ 2010-01-09 13:15:00

Entry tags:

children meme
Name one of my characters' children and none or more of your characters' children, and I will write a drabble featuring them. If you have a specific child or prompt in mind, include that, too.

"/" = shipping and "+" = general fic

my children!

I AM GOING TO TRY REALLY HARD TO DO THESE!

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	awesomecakes 2010-01-09 05:22 pm UTC (link)
	Terry/Leanne... Odette adopted him so it works and i think it would be freakin hilarious... dooo it. :] One or both of the Nott twins + my nott boy Icon just for you? as a bribe? (Reply to this)(Thread)

Terry/Leanne

crocketed
2010-01-14 05:58 am UTC (link)

"You won't do it," Leanne Wadcock grinned, her perfect teeth showing completely as she smiled slyly. Her hands were on her hips, which Terry took as intention to be an intimidating, but he didn't exactly feel that way. In fact, he kind of felt awkward because she had literally popped out of no where, just demanding things from him left and right.

This was the last time he walked back to the tower on his own from a late library trip.

"Yeah, you're right, I won't," Terry answered slowly, taking a step back to find he was up against the wall. How had she done that? Just expertly cornered him up against the corridor wall? This was going to end up just as strangely as it had started.

Leanne let out something of a tutting noise before stepping closer to him. Extremely closer, he might add. "It's called the reverse technique. Aren't you suppose to be a Ravenclaw or something?" she demanded, one had falling from her hip to her side.

"Um---" Terry faulted to speak what he had prepared to say next, suddenly very distracted at how shiny Leanne's hair was. And what was that smell? It sort of reminded him of home... he blinked quickly, sucking in a deep breath of air to help his Ravenclaw brain think. "Yes?"

Leanne laughed, and put one hand on his shoulder. "I always thought you were kinda cute." And then she was kissing him. Terry couldn't help it, he rudely kept his eyes open for a few moments to revel the fact that he literally had put no effort into getting his first kiss done with early.

Awesome. It helped that she wasn't a bad kisser either.

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Nott twins + Theodore

crocketed
2010-01-14 05:23 pm UTC (link)

"I remember you," Aemelia stated quite suddenly from the door way. Her arms were, as always, crossed over her chest, and she had an emotionless look on her face despite suppose to be welcoming their cousin for the first time. Smiling didn't really count in less it was after making fun of someone or embarrassing them. Neither of which was happening here.

"Wow, you're screwed already and you just got here," Evan commented, dropping Thedore's bags to the floor unceremoniously. He made a mocking sympathetic face, truly shocked to find that his sister found just as little interest in their English cousin as he did. "She only remembers people she wants to destroy later in life."

Choosing to stay silent, Theodore didn't respond. Instead, he took the moment to look around his new room for the next month. "Pretty small," he commented plainly. "And smells like cheese."

"No it does not!" Aemelia immediately responded, her arms dropping from her chest to her side. At the same time, Evan slipped to the other side of the room, the farthest away from his sister as possible.

Theodore smirked. If these french pussies thought they could intimidate him, they had another thing coming. They didn't even know the meaning of perpetual power struggle.

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	im_sirius 2010-01-09 05:45 pm UTC (link)
	Victoria/Niall Baddock Max/Marielle Bletchley Anthony/Melinda Bobbin Olivia + Landon Gudgeon Olivia/Josiah Shimpling (he's like 100% unlike his father) Micah/Lisa Turpin Amelia + Theodore Mischa/Oliver Wood (Reply to this)(Thread)

Aemelia + Theodore

crocketed
2010-01-14 06:50 am UTC (link)

Aemelia sighed, clenching her arms tighter around across her chest. Evan had decided to just run off, doing who the hell knew who, leaving her all alone at this forsaken gathering in fucking England. England. Like France wasn't that bad enough, but at least it was better than bloody England were every single person was related to each other. Everyone she had never cared to meet was here in packs of twenty, all just dying to meet her because 'your parents never bring you over here anymore.'

Like she had to exert brain cells to wonder why.

Letting out a loud sigh, Aemelia turned to face another direction, only to find a male just around her age standing relatively close with the exact same annoyed expression on his face. Oh. He seemed somewhat familiar. "We're related," she spoke in English, expecting nothing less after a few minutes of dual silence.

Without making any indication that he was very much aware of his french cousin, Thedore responded stoically. "Malheureusement," Theodore drawled, his eyebrows going high before taking a sip of his drink.

Aemelia, in spite of her self, let out a light gasp. Had she just--- met a smart person? Blinking quickly, it only took a few moments to recollect herself. Well then. This social gathering might not be that bad after all.

"Aemelia Nott," she smirked, sticking out a hand to meet his. Theodore glanced over at her, taking a few seconds to look her over before making any indication of movement. With a slight nod, he broke posture.

"Theodore," he answered, taking her hand quickly before dropping it. "Nott."

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Olivia + Landon Gudgeon

crocketed
2010-01-18 03:50 am UTC (link)

Olivia enjoyed the Ravenclaw tower, she really did. There was no real reason behind it (well, before Josiah, there wasn't), so she couldn't really explain why because it wasn't like Ravenclaw was her house or anything, but. But whenever she went in there she felt like she could do anything! Write an important book, paint a beautiful picture, just relax and feel at home. Just-- inspired, and Landon was taking all of that away from her! Why did he always insist on kicking her out!

"Landon!" Olivia screeched, tugging and twisting her arm as much as possible out of her cousin's grasp. "Let go, you're not even prefect!" If only she had filed her nails already today, they would have proven for perfect claws!

"Because--- everyone is going to think that I'm letting you in because we're related and-- I'm not getting in trouble! For just-- giving you the password or something," Landon responded, his grip on Olivia tightening with her every last. He looked around for a brief moment, as if thinking someone was watching him. "--which I'm not."

"No one cares Landon! House don't even matter anymore, it's just a place to sleep!" Maybe if she curled her fingers right and bent over just enough--- Landon dropped Olivia's wrist with a yelp, his other hand immediately going to cover the teeth marks on his arm.

"You're bloody insane, what'd you do that for!"

Olivia crossed her arms over her chest, glaring at her cousin. She was bloody insane? He just made a scene in the common room, which meant she couldn't go back for the rest of the day. "Boys never listen," she snapped, and with the swish of her hair Olivia turned to storm down the hallway.

Let's see him ever getting into Hufflepuff ever again.

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	cristina_lacosa 2010-01-09 06:03 pm UTC (link)
	I want your version of Anna/Elijah! AND I WANT ANDREW + MADELINE! Annnnnd HMMMM Gabrielle/Evan! (Reply to this)(Thread)

ANDREW + MADELINE!

crocketed
2010-01-14 07:18 am UTC (link)

"Andrew. Andrew. Andrew!"

Andrew Smith--- oh no, I'm sorry, Dearborn, because that was their real name despite not knowing that little tidbit for their entire lives, woke with a start, jumping up from his slumped position against the headboard of his bed. His sister Madeline looked upon him harshly, retracting her hand from shaking his shoulder.

"It's like four in the morning my time," he complained, dropping his head back to the wall. Madeline let out a frustrated noise, obviously not taking his grievances to heart. She readjusted her kneeled position on his bed, pulling her hair back into a ponytail before bringing her voice back down to an urgent whisper like before.

"Well! Too bad! That's what you get for just--- running off and living in a foreign country for weeks upon end! You will tell me what you found out over there! And--" Madeline put her hand up to stop her brother from speaking too soon, because she knew what he was about to say. "I don't want to here anything about her."

The both of them made same face, but for very different reasons. Madeline let out another sigh as Andrew continued to stay moodily silent. Why should he have to tell his little sister anything? When she was old enough, she could run off to England and find out everything on her own.

"Andrew," Madeline whined, her hands pushing onto her knees in an anxious tone. "Don't make me beg! You promised that--"

"I know what I promised," he sighed, nodding his head slightly. Blah, blah, blah, fine, he supposed he should give her something; she had really seriously him get out there unnoticed in the first place. And it had technically sort had been her idea, so...

He quickly began to spew out the information that was still running fresh in his head, despite having learned it weeks ago. "Our real last name is Dearborn, and you'll never believe the stuff they did over there..."

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Anna/Elijah

crocketed
2010-01-16 05:41 am UTC (link)

"Is this seat taken?"

Anna looked up from her latest Quibbler edition (ugh, the things Luna thought they should all read immediately 'for their safety'), glad it was covering her mouth or else Elijah Goldstein would have seen her creeping smile. Despite having already prepared her answer, she took a dramatic sigh as her eyes swept across the empty carriage.

"Yes. That one is," Anna responded, pointing to the seat across from her. "But this one isn't." A quick pat on the seat next to her gave him a clue, and she dropped the magazine into her lap. Of course she was going to make him sit next to her, if they were going to play this game.

Elijah took a deep breath as he made a pensive face, lingering exactly the in between space of still being outside but definitely almost committed to stepping into it. After a few seconds, it jolted in place, sending him over the line to definitely being in the carriage. Anna pulled her lips back to contain her laughter.

"Only because its getting anxious," he commented, face flushed and eyebrows high as he sat down. Elijah reached for her hand, only for her to pull it away quickly.

"Yes, it had absolutely nothing to do with the fact that you'd be alone on a carriage ride with your girlfriend," Anna smiled sweetly up at him as she spoke, enjoying his confused face. Elijah's perplexed look dropped, however, once she smoothly mounted herself into his lap, drove her hands right to his hair and smacked her lips onto his.

Please. They were not going to spend the next five minutes doing cutesy things like "holding hands" or "talking." Those were strictly public things. Which was not where they were right now.

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Gabrielle/Evan!

crocketed
2010-04-12 03:56 am UTC (link)

Much to contrary belief, Evan did not enjoy it when people slammed large files of paperwork on his desk. Who liked receiving page after page of English and French waited to be translate? And especially that way, so--- rudely. Usually the context so pointless he sometimes wondered if his assignments were jokes. So, it was only common sense that he took his sweet time acknowledging said slam, and even longer to acknowledge said slamer standing in front of his desk.

"Can I help you?" Evan asked in English, finding when he spoke in that language he sounded much more innocent.

On the other side of the table, Gabriella Jugson let out something of a clucking noise, and shifted her stance. Her glares were not going to work on him, no no. She would have to do much better than that to get him to switch to French.

"Arrête tes bétises," she drawled, her fingers curling to grip the sides of her hips tightly.

"Hm?" Evan responded, letting a look of confusion wash over his face. She glared again, and pushed the stack of parchment closer to his hand as she did so. "Stop being stupid," Gabriella spoke again, no amusement apparent on her face.

Evan's eyebrow rose to her switching language, intrigued that she had given in so easily. Maybe because they were at work, or perhaps because it was the end of the day (he certainly wouldn't want to be dealing with himself at this time of the day), but either way he was intrigued. He stood up, completely ignoring everything else.

"And what is it?"

Gabrielle rolled her eyes again, her arms crossing over her chest. "International floo calls that were recorded. I need them for my case," she stated in a matter of the fact tone, her intense eyes locking with his. He really did enjoy this severe side of her, much to her disbelief.

"Sounds incredibly-- like something I could get to tomorrow." Evan's smile turned into a sly grin as he moved closer to her, eventually resting his hands on the side of her face. Gabriella stayed very still, her arms still tightly crossed over her chest as he leaned in closer.

"It would behoove you do to your damn job," she muttered, her face titling slightly, moving away just enough so that his lips missed hers.

"Oh?"

"Who knows how much time I'll want to spend with you tonight if you keep me waiting."

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