Ally «my eyes are on you yeah» (kickawesome) wrote,
@ 2008-10-14 22:07:00

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[Meme] stolen from osteological
Pick a pairing from my fandoms, and come with a location and/or situation, and I will write you between 50 and ~~250 words~~ I LAUGH IN THE FACE OF UPPER LIMITS about the kiss that happened in that context.

If you're not sure whether I do a fandom or not, ask!

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	impossiblecase 2008-10-15 04:11 am UTC (link)
	Hmm! Phoebe and Elphias's first kiss! Ravenclaw common room! Rafe and Erin wedding kiss? :] (Reply to this)(Thread)

Elphias/Phoebe

kickawesome
2008-10-15 05:49 am UTC (link)

"So..." Phoebe drawled out with blatant uneasiness. Her eyes darted away and her arms came up to nervously hug herself. She pursed her lips and wrinkles of thought grazed her brow.

Elphias--who, up until now, had been staring intently at a stiff-backed chair that was in his eye-line just beyond Phoebe's shoulder--glanced up to her face for the first time. His mouth hung agape as he was at a complete loss for more than the two word answers he'd provided during their brief and pointless attempt at conversation.

He was going to catch so much flack from Dedalus and Brad (likely Emmeline too) if he didn't go through with what he'd been intending to do after working up all that courage to ask Phoebe to meet him in the common room. Oh, bollocks...

It was then that Elphias made two very big mistakes: not paying attention to his feet and swooping-in too quickly.

"Ow!" Phoebe gasped as the clueless boy trod on her foot. Elphias issued his own yelp when her chin collided with his nose.

They each took a step back and brought hands to their face--Phoebe to cover the mortified look of embarrassment and Elphias to protect his battered nose. "Msorry," he muttered from behind his fingers. Shock held him in place even when his body was telling him to run.

"What were you trying to do?" Phoebe asked quietly.

"Sssou," Elphias replied unintelligibly.

"What?"

He lowered his hands. "Kiss you," Elphias deadpanned once more and pinched his sore nose.

"Oh."

"Yeah." He sighed. "Sorry."

"Well...we can try again?" she offered with a hesitant look.

"Oh. All right. If you want to."

"We don't have to if you--"

"No! No, I want to. Sorry, I shouldn't have interrupted..."

Elphias's voice trailed off. Phoebe had stepped close enough for him to feel her breath. He swallowed hard and realized his hands were still in the air; they were quickly tucked behind his back.

"Try now," Phoebe urged him, a smile pulling at her lips.

There were more words he wanted to say but all Elphias could manage to choke out was a nervous laugh. He hesitently lowered his face down to hers. Phoebe closed her eyes and her lips, but she was still smiling. Elphias felt his heart leap up somewhere behind his ears. It was making him dizzy. He lightly pressed his dry lips to hers and sheepishly drew back.

Phoebe let out a nervous giggle that sent a shiver through him. "One more?"

"Si! Um, yes!" Elphias replied, voice cracking. He had absolutely no idea where the Italian had come from.

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	im_sirius 2008-10-15 05:38 am UTC (link)
	MORE MALCOLM/BRADY something to make me laugh. Malcolm and Griff, with Penny! Angel/Buffy, Buffy gets soda up her nose. Nate/Dan, statue scene turned naughty. :X Jack and getting bus fare home for Ma's funeral. (Reply to this)(Thread)

Brady/Malcolm (note: dude, brady seriously needs a boy)

kickawesome
2008-10-15 08:56 am UTC (link)

"If I had my wand, I'd Silencio you," Brady snapped and lulled his aching head back into the pillow on which it laid. He grumbled under his breath when he felt the other warm body in the bed squirm closer. An elbow grazed his abdomen and a chin landed on his collarbone. And there was that bloody annoying giggle again.

"No, definitely an Unforgivable. Oy--fuck you. Give me the bloody potion already!"

"G'aww," Malcolm cooed between giggles and brushed his lips along the other man's strong jawline. "But you're so bloody adorable when you're this needy."

"I AM NOT--" Brady gritted his teeth through another stab of ache through his brow and flopped against the pillow again with a moody huff. "I am not needy, Malcolm," he said evenly. "I only have one need--that bloody hangover potion. And I'm going to get it right bloody now if you want to keep your bloody prick!"

A heavy sigh. "Fine. Fine. You and your bloody tantrums, honestly."

Malcolm moved away and off the bed. Brady's skin immediately prickled in gooseflesh. When did this flat get so bloody cold?

The mattress sagged as another body slumped down onto it. Brady opened his eyes to thin slits and squinted at the other man in annoyance. "Took you long enough," he said testily and snatched the vial out of Malcolm's hand. He downed the vial's contents in one swallow and grimaced slightly at the bland taste. The tension in his lean frame melted away instantly.

Brady dragged a lethargic palm over his face and blinked the room into focus. He glanced to younger brunette who was staring at the wallpaper, looking glum. With a little roll of his eyes, Brady reached up and gave Malcolm's nearest bicep an insistent tug downward. "C'mere you sensitive pouf."

A sheepish heavy-lidded smile spread on Malcolm's face as he slid down to the embrace. Brady smoothed a hand over the taunt muscle in right side of the other man's neck and pulled him into a deep, loving, reassuring kiss.

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	Re: Brady/Malcolm (note: dude, brady seriously needs a boy) im_sirius 2008-10-15 02:11 pm UTC (link)
	oh my god he really does. :[ (Reply to this)(Parent)

Jack/??? (Part 1)

kickawesome
2008-10-17 04:17 pm UTC (link)

"Nah, man," Jack mumbled out of the corner of his mouth, a fresh cigarette bouncing between his lips. "Only a few times." He paused to flick open a lighter and buoyed it to the unlit end.

"More than that?" he continued, casting a sidelong look downward to the short man sidled up to the same brick wall. There was a click as Jack snapped his wrist and tucked the well-smudged silver lighter away. "My brother would kill me."

Jack took a drag and as his companion snorted in disbelief. "You shitting me? That's your excuse?" The green-eyed, clean shaven LA native was no older than wild-haired Michigan-born Jack, but for a city of youth, the pair looked like they belonged anywhere but huddle up outside an empty dive bar on an equally vacant street in Korea Town.

"He's half across the fuckin' country, right?" the shorter man said with a bark of a laugh and jabbed at Jack's side with an elbow. "That can't be your excuse, man. Maybe your just a chump, huh? What? What're you smilin' at?"

Jack blew out a sharp line of smoke and started to chuckle. A quirk of a half smile pulled at his lips and he finally glanced back with a pointed quirk of his brow. "You don't know my brother, man..." he replied, amusement filling his voice.

A minivan slowing on the street before them wiped away the grins. Jack took another drag off the cigarette and dropped his head back to stone wall behind him. He counted off five seconds to himself and seeing that van hadn't moved, he cleared his throat and dropped his gaze to his own artistically torn Clash t-shirt.

"You were already here before me, man," Jack muttered quietly.

The other man shook his head. "Nah, man," a light backhand to the arm of Jack's well-worn leather jacket, "you got your mom and all." Jack glanced up to the brunette's face. "I can wait. It'd probably just go toward another dime of that shit anyway," the attempt at a light laugh came out more awkward than Jack was sure the guy had intended.

"You're sure?"

A scoff. "Man, go on before the prick decides we ain't worth it."

Jack pushed himself off the wall and handed back what remained of his cigarette. "Thanks, man."

"Yeah, yeah. Don't mention it," the shorter man muttered and resigned himself back to the cozy stone wall. "Just give me a shout when you get back. We'll do--uh--drinks! Warm milk for you."

The roll of Jack's eyes wasn't for the rebuffing line, it was more for how many times he'd heard it back home.

"Hey, Jack!"

Hand already on the minivan's passenger door handle, Jack tossed a confused look back over his shoulder.

"I'm really sorry about your mom. Really. Wouldn't wish it on anyone."

Jack gave a glum nod in response and puffed out a sigh as yanked open the burgundy-colored door. "Hey," he all but grunted and climbed in. The van was moving before he got the door shut.

Great. A sprinter.

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Jack/??? (Part 2)

kickawesome
2008-10-17 04:23 pm UTC (link)

"How much?" came a fatherly voice at his side.

Already staring intently out the windshield, Jack blinked slowly and tried not to let his inner-squirming show on his face. "Just enough for a bus ticket home," he said truthfully.

"I thought most of you boys were padding a habit," the voice said calmly. Not a first-timer then.

Jack shook his head. "Not me, man." He pointed toward a street up ahead on the right. "Dead end. Nobody goes down there--"

"I know," the driver said and made the turn.

In a hurry, too.

With a resigning sigh, Jack finally glanced toward the John. "Eighty bucks."

The man looked to be in his mid-forties with graying brown hair, kind eyes, and a wedding band--definitely someone's husband, probably someone's father. He gave Jack a gentle smile. "Where do you need to go, son?'

Jack swallowed a sudden knot in his throat. "Home," he repeated.

That got a sage nod.

The van slowed as they neared the end of the dead-end street. Jack flexed his nervous fingers into his dark denim jeans and took slow breaths as they parked. The John killed the headlights and the engine. There was one more click of the ignition and he reached above himself to press a button that started a motor to slide open the moon roof. A metallic click broke the silence and the sounds of a seat belt retracting followed.

Here we go...

Jack didn't realize he'd been holding his breath until warm un-calloused fingers grazed his ear. He let out a quiet gasp and his body tensed. Fingertips gently feathered their way into the messy locks at the base of his neck.

"What's your name?" the same fatherly voice, now made husky with lust asked. Jack shivered and his fingers bit down into the meat of his thighs.

"Jack," he replied, voice soft and shaky. Memories of a different pair of fatherly hands roaming his much, much younger and frailer body set his skin on edge and prickled his eyes. He bit back the involuntary tears and slowly nuzzled his head toward the touch.

Sounds of weight shifting across the leather seat. A second warm and gentle hand found his knee and gave it a loving squeeze. "Are you sure you want to do this, Jack?" prompted the fatherly voice.

Jack lips parted as an emotion-wrought exhale escaped. He peeled open his set of intense, sad eyes and met the John's calm stare. His fingers freed themselves from denim. Jack's lanky-form arched upward as he rolled his shoulders, easily shrugging out of his jacket and twisting his torso toward the other man.

Another hard swallow before a deep breath and never once breaking gaze. Jack wet his lips. The wary thoughts he suppressed by reminding himself how desperate he was to get home. The fingers in his hair tightened with the anticipation etched on the John's middle-aged face.

Jack put a hand to the dash and another to the back of the driver's seat, pulling himself forward. He pressed a sound kiss to the John's mouth before his tongue flicked out to press it's stud along the man's jawline as a tease.

"Come on," Jack murmured and fisted a handful of the John's polo shirt as he slid out of his seat, toward the bench immediately behind them.

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Brady/Aland ...BECAUSE I CAN, DAMNIT...Part 1

kickawesome
2008-10-18 05:07 am UTC (link)

"I didn't do it!"

"Oh, that's fantastic, Aland. If you skirt-up those wide-eyes a little more you might get an opportunity for parole amended to the life sentence in Azkaban."

The younger man's features darkened as he moodily scowled. "I didn't do it," he repeated. "Not this time."

Brady grimaced and let his quill drop to the table between them. "I didn't hear that. And you should be thankful that they didn't hear it either. I had a colleague in Defense Wards sweep the room before the Hitwizards brought you in."

The maverick of a wizarding defense lawyer eyed his client. The rich snot didn't even look thankful for his attorney's forethought to secure the room.

Brady exhaled slowly through his nose and sat back in the plain stiff-backed chair. "Do you want to go to prison, Aland?" he asked the wizard in a flat tone. "That is where you're going unless I convince the Wizengamot of your innocence. Which I can't do unless you give me something useful. You could start by telling me the truth."

"I have. I. Didn't. Do it."

"Yes, that's wonderful," Brady said dryly. "You've absolutely convinced me. Now can we move onto something a bit more substantial?"

The younger wizard rose a brow. "Such as?"

"Your alibi."

Aland frowned. "I already told you--"

"Yes," Brady interrupted and continued loftily as he recalled his client's earlier statement, "home all by yourself in a hot water bath. I'd rather the truth, please."

"Excuse me?" the younger wizard looked thoroughly affronted.

Brady let out a sigh and leaned forward on the table to lock his client's defiant gaze. "If you can't lie to me properly how do you expect you'll do against an entire high court?"

The distance between Aland's brows disappeared and his jaw tensed. He then crossed his arms and avoided his attorney's stern gaze. "Okay--I was with someone," he grumbled.

"Uh-huh," Brady murmured in disbelief.

That got a reproachful glare. "Well, I was!" Aland sunk down further into his seat. "A girl--woman," he added bluntly.

"Right, a woman, of course," Brady replied, lofty tone returning as he scrutinized the younger man's squirming. "Did this woman perhaps have a name?"

"Heidi."

"And where's Heidi from?"

"Huh?" Aland's expression had eased into confusion.

"Where did you meet her?" Brady demanded, still stony.

"I..." His client was glancing away again. "I don't know," Aland replied with a shrug.

Brady gave a frustrated nasal huff of an exhale. His jaw was tensing as he became increasingly annoyed with the younger wizard.

"What? I have to remember every skirt I take home?" his client quipped.

"No, Aland," Brady said testily. "But you do need to stop being a bloody ponce and take this seriously. The Dementors are waiting for you Aland. They're right outside that door. They are going to take you to your new holding cell at Azkaban and there is nothing I can do to stop them."

There were sounds of a wooden chair scraping on stone as Aland shoved away from the table and stood. The lanky wizard mopped a palm over his face and seemed to think for a few seconds before throwing his arms wide. "I don't know what you want me to say!" he shouted.

"The truth, Aland," Brady leveled.

The younger wizard's shoulders drooped and he turned his back to his attorney. His long fingers lace at the back of his neck and raked downward. Something was definitely eating at him.

"Okay," Aland said with a sigh of final defeat. "I was with...a bloke."

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Brady/Aland ...BECAUSE I CAN, DAMNIT...Part 2

kickawesome
2008-10-18 05:13 am UTC (link)

"Come again?"

His entire body seemed to wince. Aland turned back to glance at his seated attorney. He anxiously rubbed a hand over the back of his neck. "It's just...a thing."

"Thing?" Brady echoed skeptically. "And when exactly were you planning to tell me about this thing?"

"Never," Aland mumbled, clearly feeling some shame. "My family, friends--they can't..."

"They can't what, Aland?" Brady was on his feet. "Handle you being a great bloody pouf?" the question was rhetorical and had a flick of anger.

Aland scowled. "I'm not a queer."

It was Brady's turned to cross his arms. "Oh, but you would go to Azkaban and have a your soul sucked away rather than admit the possibility," he snapped. "Yes, fine. Absolutely not a queer."

The younger wizard was rubbing his neck once more and didn't respond.

Brady sighed and relented his hands to his hips. "Name. Address. What time he arrived. What time he left. What you did. Times you've done this before."

Aland had turned away. "It doesn't matter."

Brady blinked. "You're honestly willing to go to Azkaban for this?"

There was that full-body wince again. Aland traveled to and pressed his palms flat to the stone, seemingly bracing himself. "He's dead."

"Dead? Don't tell me you killed him, too."

"I didn't kill bloody Fenwick!" Aland spat.

Brady closed his eyes and took a breath. "Fine. What happened to your...thing friend?"

Aland's forehead had found the wall as well. "I don't know. I wasn't there. They said he attacked the Auror that killed him." He let out a strained sigh. "A lot has happened in the past couple of months, you know."

"But you were with him?" Brady pried once more as he approached the lanky wizard who was practically clinging at the wall. "The night of Fenwick's murder?"

"Yes," Aland seethed through a clenched jaw and Brady noticed his furious blinking, likely to fight off tears.

Sighing, Brady moved closer and clamped a hand down on either curve of Aland's lean shoulders. "Hey," breathed quietly over the nape of the younger wizard's neck, his nose was tickled by a lock of messy hair. A shiver went through Aland's shoulders. "It's going to be okay," Brady reassured his client who had finally broken down.

Shaky hands covered Brady's and returned the squeeze. The older wizard shifted his grip to wrap the other in an embrace from behind. "I'm going to get you out of this mess, Aland," Brady whispered against the ear his lips now brushed. He planted a more deliberate kiss to the curve of Aland's neck and tightened his hold. "But the next one?" A sigh. "I know you've done evil things, Aland, but you don't pay me to be judgmental."

"We'll face them as they come."

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	Re: Brady/Aland ...BECAUSE I CAN, DAMNIT...Part 2 im_sirius 2008-10-18 05:14 am UTC (link)
	SERIOUSLY AMAZING YOU ARE. (Reply to this)(Parent)

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