Ally «my eyes are on you yeah» (kickawesome) wrote,
@ 2008-03-01 01:28:00

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Entry tags:	meme

[Meme] Yeah, yeah, yeah...here.
Here's how it happens. You give me a couple, any couple (so long as I've played one of the characters) and I'll write a drabble around 100 words about them in reply to your comment. This can be ANY couple (anything.. shippiness or cuteness or whatever), and it can have been a game-canon couple, or something completely off-the-wall. I do back-history, I do future, and I do AU crack. If you want a particular theme or rating, let me know. The ratings will be anywhere from G to uh, well I suppose NC-17 but I dunno if I can get that in 100ish words.

/ = Shippyness and "and" means ordinary interaction

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	im_sirius 2008-03-01 09:57 am UTC (link)
	Bertha/Sturgis Brand, Mike and Andrew. Anthony, Anthony and Marcus. sill lol (Mulciber, Goldstein, Belby) Harmony, Malcolm and Ralph waiting on a Dodderidge dinner or something? Like for their so's to stop arguing with each other. XD Griff/Malcolm XD Greer/Abe Conall and a squeaky toy. (Reply to this)(Thread)

Greer/Abe

kickawesome
2008-03-01 01:11 pm UTC (link)

"Old arse licking...smelly half-witted...goat lovin'...barmy fucking CODGER!"

Greer growled as he rolled blindly across the dingy alley and gripped at his shoulder which was screaming in pain after connecting solidly with the cobblestone beneath. He snarled several more swears as he finally found enough wits to sit up and cast a glare toward the doorway he'd just flown through. There he saw his supposed best friend who was howling in laughter emerge and grip onto the wall just outside the door (Greer was certain Booth was too pissed to stand at this point). The laughing slowed and Booth gasped for breath as he tried to ask if the other man was all right, but only succeeded in getting out one unintelligible word before more laughing burst out of his mouth.

"Yeah, laugh it up, you wanker," Greer said gruffly with a scowl as he rubbed his sore shoulder. "That's the last time I let you talk me into asking the barkeep to dance."

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Sturgis/Bertha

kickawesome
2008-03-02 10:27 am UTC (link)

"Oh, bugger f--" Sturgis never got a chance to finish the swear and he was stuck holding the first letter as his entire body, flush and tense, was rocked with a spasm. He then just lay there - naked, sweaty, and only half-covered by the tan sheets - gasping for breath.

Locks of his mussed straw-coloured mane clung limply to his damp forehead as he blindly lulled about until his head landed on a pillow. He went still and continued to suck in air nasally. The sheet that stuck fast to his abdomen lifted to reveal Bertha's flushed face and knowing grin as she crawled up his torso. Sturgis lifted an arm to drape around her as her lips found his still heaving chest. She smiled against his skin before resting her cheek there.

"Better?"

"Definitely," Strugis replied breathlessly with as much of an emphatic nod as he could offer (not that she could see it). "Definitely relaxed now. Mmm."

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Griff/Malcolm

kickawesome
2008-03-02 11:56 am UTC (link)

"I didn't think they were ever going to leave."

Malcolm didn't have a chance to get another word out because Griff was already pushing him back to nearest wall by the mouth. Malcolm reached up to grab a fist full of blonde hair as the older boy brandished a wand and flung several spells at the door which had just closed behind the Head Girl and two delinquent first years. How Griff was able to snog and perform voiceless magic at same time Malcolm was sure he would never know.

When they broke for air, Griff tugged at his own yellow striped tie to loosen it and laughed lightly. "You know, eventually I'm going to run out of reasons to give you detention."

Malcolm's brows rose high and he fisted his fingers in the front of Griff's jumper. "And then you'll have to tell them the Head Boy likes to snog blokes."

"No," Griff said with a shake of his head and wider smile as he moved to press his lips to the other boy's throat. "Just one."

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Griff/Malcolm

im_sirius
2008-03-04 04:04 am UTC (link)

Malcolm liked the fact that he could make friends with just about anyone, and also given that he was head of the Charms club, he could tutor just about anyone. Making friends with a bunch of Hufflepuff third year boys was his best plan yet, mostly because he could tutor them in their dorm room (and some struggling fifth years as well) and at the end of the night he just had to excuse himself to the loo before leaving, only instead of leaving or even going to the facilities, he would take a turn and end up at the end of the corridor he would stop in front of the door that had a golden HB emblazoned on it. Malcolm would look around to see if anyone was watching and he would give three quick raps before entering.

Malcolm slipped inside the room and set his bag down, kicked his shoes off as he headed to the bed and tugged his tie loose, looking around the very, very clean room. He hummed lightly to himself before noticing Griff in the corner by the window, sitting in his arm chair with a book on his lap and a very amused smile on his face.

"You know Hufflepuffs are the only ones allowed in the Hufflepuff dorms," Griff said, raising an eyebrow and Malcolm beamed at him, slinking over to his chair and pulling the book off the other boy's lap, careful to mark his place before setting it on the ground.

"But I have a problem only the Head Boy can solve," Malcolm pouted, draping himself across Griff's lap, draping his arms over his shoulders.

Griff nodded and placed his hands accordingly to keep Malcolm, who was entirely to long to be sitting crossways, in his lap. "And what would a young, impressionable boy like you need help with?"

"Um, well you see..." Malcolm blushed a little, he wasn't really good with this flirty-teasy talk, so he leaned up to whisper in Griff's ear, "it started this morning, I woke up and well, you know, and I thought I'd taken care of it, but, um, it's back. And I heard...well that the Head Boy could take...care...of..it."

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Rafe/Malcolm

kickawesome
2008-03-03 08:45 am UTC (link)

"All clear, mate."

Bright blue eyes and a head of messy, wet dark hair peered cautiously around the locker room doorway. "You're sure?" Rafe asked firmly.

"Anti-glamour wards are up - which means no more invisible birds in the showers."

With a relieved sigh the Magpie's rookie beater re-entered the lock room clutching at the white towel pulled loosely around his otherwise bare waist. "I really can't thank you enough..." he told the wardsmith, locking eyes momentarily after a lingering glance at the other man's mouth, but Rafe quickly adverted his glance with a little shake of his head. "I mean, really, I don't even know how she managed to get in here in the fir--"

"You're Rafe Kirke, right?"

Rafe blinked at the wardsmith. "Yeah...?"

"Well, I'm Malcolm." The wardsmith held the confused beater's gaze as he approached. Malcolm stopped in front of Rafe and bit down on his bottom lip as he gave the other man a significant once-over with his eyes. "And I think you should join me for tea."

Again, Rafe blinked. "Do I need clothes?" he asked in astonishment.

"Up to you, gorgeous," Malcolm said as he continued past the other man and out the locker room door, brushing his fingers across Rafe's muscled abdomen as he went. "Up to you."

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Brand, Mike, and Andrew

kickawesome
2008-03-03 11:11 am UTC (link)

Andrew was his second child so for Brand, changing the kid's nappies was old hat. However, the same really couldn't be said for his best friend. Mike had pressed himself to the wall furthest from the changing table and was slowly creepy toward the door, face growing greener by the second.

"Cripes, Mike, it's not that bad. You take shites, too."

"Yeah, but I don't look at it or take such...revelry in the shite of others."

Brand rolled his eyes and leaned down to make noises at baby Andrew as he pushed up the infant's shirt and began pulling down the dirty nappy. Mike - who's eyes were squeezed shut - began immediately feeling for the door handle.

"Bloody hell!" Brand exclaimed before laughing. "Mike, you have to look at the size of what just came out of this baby--"

With that, Mike fled the room.

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