Lettie (osteological) wrote,
@ 2008-03-22 19:22:00

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Jacked.
Ship any of my characters, past or present, with one of your characters that my character has never shipped with and perhaps you've wondered what would could have been. Even if it means one or both of our characters needs to switch which team their batting for. If you put a slash in it, I'll write it.

Lolz.

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	im_sirius 2008-03-23 02:26 am UTC (link)
	Malcolm/West Bertram/Vivica (it's never been done IN game >_>) Conway/Nate West/Mycroft Aland/Roderick Avis/Brad (IDK SHUSH) (Reply to this)(Thread)

Malcolm/West

osteological
2008-03-23 02:37 am UTC (link)

The way he saw it, there was a very limited 'pool of opportunity' in Hogwarts. Griffith Kirkham was such a bloody goody-goody that he didn't think the prat's arse ever unclenched, so that was out of the question ... and Berk was just too weird for him. At least Malcolm was ... hopelessly obvious. There was no way that he could be reading him completely wrong.

Even if he was ... well, it was Hogsmeade and it would be easy enough to just blame this on the firewhisky. He resisted the urge to feel guilty about this (because damn, the kid was younger than him by a few years) as he spotted Malcolm heading into the Broomstick's bathroom and licked his lips, pushing up from his table with an apologetic smile to the bint that had been stalking him since he'd stepped foot in the town.

His lips twitched into a smirk as he closed the door to the bathroom and charmed the doorknob to 'stick'. He slid behind Malcolm and muttered, voice husky, "Close your eyes, Brown, or you're going to spoil this for the both of us." Not that it wasn't completely obvious who it was, but he had to feel as if he was retaining some measure of anonymity (and they'd always said he sounded a little like Berk, anyway).

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Aland/Roderick

osteological
2008-03-23 03:12 am UTC (link)

He takes great, great pride in being the best at what he does. Many people claim to be the best, but Roderick is quite certain that none of them can top this.

Then again, it's hard to imagine other people doing something like this. He slides the bedroom door shut and, with a few carefully muttered spells, conceals the suite and its contents for a little while longer. When he walks over to the bed and eases himself down onto the edge of it, the first thing he spots is Aland's unruly puff of hair. It's one of his favorite things about Aland - so easy to slide his fingers through and tug, to twist when the other man's head is between his thighs and he can barely think straight - but he doesn't touch it just now. Aland is asleep for now and Roderick doesn't want to wake him, not when he knows they've both had a long evening-turned-morning of meetings and other things.

He sighs, sliding down onto the mattress and settling his cheek against Aland's shoulder, warm breath against the crook of the other man's neck. This odd relationship that they have stays hidden behind closed doors, just as the things that he loves best should. Here they can be safe, kept without worry from the rest of the world.

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West/Mycroft

osteological
2008-04-11 10:41 pm UTC (link)

West Sumpter was on a quest.

No, that was way too froofy a name for it (since that was what Griff had called it -- he knew it was too queertastic for him). Still, the stupid git wouldn't shut up about it and if he was ever going to get shagged it was integral that he get Griff to shut the fuck up for five minutes.

"Fucking fine," he grunted, pushing himself up from the chair where he'd been drinking his beer with the other man. The tavern wasn't particularly crowded -- in fact, it was filled with the usual patrons ... including the weirdo by the bar that had immediately struck Griff's fancy. West tromped over to the other man and tapped him on the shoulder -- not really particularly fair warning, but there it was -- before gripping his upper arm and spinning Mycroft around on the stool.

The next few moments happened relatively fast, all things considered. He threaded his fingers through Mycroft's hair to get a decent grip on the man and much to his (and mild horror, as far as West could tell), West moved in and kissed him hard. He deepened it immediately, forcing his tongue into the other man's mouth and dragging it out for as long as he could possibly manage to without losing use of his lungs. With that done, he slid a hand down between Mycroft's legs for a good grope before hollering over his shoulder.

"Oi, mate! He's in full salute mode, you owe me a fucking beer."

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	cristina_lacosa 2008-03-23 02:28 am UTC (link)
	Grayson/Caitlin lmfao Pri/Erin Bertram/Emmeline LOL XD (Reply to this)(Thread)

Pri/Erin

osteological
2008-03-23 02:43 am UTC (link)

"There is no way that I'm doing that, Erin. You've been hanging around with Richard far too much." He swallowed the mouthful of coffee that he had nearly coughed up and glanced over to her with a half-glare, licking his lips.

When Erin pouted at him, it was all that Priyaranjan could do not to give in on the spot. But really, it was completely and utterly ridiculous to even...

"I'm telling you, I don't think it would even work. It's a logistics nightmare, and..." He trailed off to scrub a hand over his jaw. "I don't care how good you are at charms, no self-respecting sea turtle is going to let you ride on its back to the altar. It's going to kick you off of the bloody thing and into the ocean, and you know my mother's going to want you to wear a traditional Sari -- silk gets bloody heavy when it gets wet, Erin!"

"But it would be adorable."

"It's impossible!"

"You're so close-minded."

She was going to be the death of him.

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Bertram/Emmeline

osteological
2008-03-23 03:29 am UTC (link)

"Emmeline Vance, will you marry me?"

Bertram held up the five-dollar muggle bill that he'd picked up from the table and summarily slid it down the front of her top with a cheeky grin ... before summarily bursting into a very un-manly string of giggles. He was pleased to see that Emmeline had reacted similarly and wasn't about to break his fucking nose (it was surprising how often that happened when Bertram was concerned).

When he had finally caught his breath, he looked over his beer to her and gave his best pout. Emmeline rolled her eyes.

"Honestly, Bertram ... how have you not been pity-castrated by now?" She leaned forward with an accusing finger-point and Bertram snorted, shaking his head.

"Oi, Emmeline, if you didn't want me to propose to you, you shouldn't have become the woman of my dreams by taking me to a muggle skin bar. Just sayin'."

She gave him a hard jab in the shoulder and grinned triumphantly. "What makes you think that I'm not a lesbian and that this isn't all for me, smartass?"

"Because most lesbians don't shag blokes like me senseless on a regular basis?"

"...actually, I always thought of you more as a girl. You know, with a ride-on."

"That is not funny, Vance."

"Actually, I think it's hilarious."

"Fuck you."

"...well, if you have to."

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	from Danii (Anonymous) 2008-03-23 02:32 am UTC (link)
	Lawrence/Liir Lawrence/Carlos Anastasiya/Liir Trindle/Carlos Trindle/Darien Trindle/Graham (AU Garion) is a greedy whore (Reply to this)(Thread)

Anastasiya/Liir

osteological
2008-03-23 02:52 am UTC (link)

"I just think that--"

Liir's back hit the wall and Anastasiya smirked, arching her brow at him. "What did I tell you about thinking in this particular situation? It's just going to get you in trouble in the long run." She trailed her hands down his stomach and chased them soon enough with her lips, dropping hard to one knee and making quick work of his slacks.

"Besides," she muttered against his hip, "it's not like you have a choice." Once she set her mind to something it was very, very hard to change it ... and she was spoiled enough that she was used to always getting what she wanted from whoever it was that she set her sights on. Liir was no different.

She just had to keep telling herself that.

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Trindle/Darien

osteological
2008-03-23 03:39 am UTC (link)

"You know," Trindle murmured, trailing slender green fingers down Darien's pale, somewhat skinny stomach, "Sleeping with me isn't going to change my opinion."

Darien squirmed and settled closer, tangling a hand in her jet-black locks in retaliation, "I could say the same to you, Trin. I think we're just going to have to agree to disagree."

She shook her head as if trying to dislodge his hand for a moment and then settled for rolling closer, tucking her chin against his shoulder with one arm curled almost completely around him. "But that doesn't make any sense," she argued, "and my points are much better. Your little ... skin abnormality allows you to do all sorts of things. Mine just makes people think that I've got a bad case of Packers fever."

He blinked, surprised at the reference. "I never should have let you start watching football. And yeah, I get to be invisible and whatever ... but you're forgetting about that horrible life-threatening madness thing." She put her fingertip to his lips and smirked, "Yes, but you can walk around Oz without people tossing buckets of water on you and seeing if you'll melt."

Darien grinned cheekily at that. "Remind me to be there next time you walk around the streets of Oz, Trin. I could do with a free show." She rolled her eyes. "Right, because I'm such a prude as it is." They both laughed and Trindle snuggled in closer, kissing the shell of his ear.

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	kickawesome 2008-03-23 03:14 am UTC (link)
	Lyssandra/Rafe Avis/Greer Grayson/Harmony Lydia/Prisca (Reply to this)(Thread)

Avis/Greer

osteological
2008-03-24 12:35 am UTC (link)

"So, what are you doing here again?" Greer arched his brow, skeptical.

Avis stepped into the flat with an arch of her brow and set her purse down on a nearby table, shrugging out of her jacket a moment after that. If she was going to be here all night she was planning on at least being comfortable.

"I already told you, I'm here to settle an argument."

Greer rolled his eyes. "Well, you spent all of Tomas' money on some sort of whore-date for Erin," he pointed out.

"Yes, and then I hit my bloody head on the threshold of the honeymoon suite and he declared us even."

"But then you lot played poker and got into a fight with him. Is that what I'm hearing?" Honestly, he wasn't sure how Avis and Tomas even stayed together with how much they bickered. He crossed his arms over his chest, very much glad for some reason that Olivia wasn't home at the moment.

A second later he knew exactly why: Avis Tremaine was kissing with meaning and damned if it wasn't very, very nice up until she pulled back and he looked at her with utter bewilderment.

She crossed her arms over her own chest, mimicking the way Greer's had been a moment before, and huffed. "So now you've kissed us both and you can tell me that I'm the more skilled of the two of us, right?"

"THAT'S what you were fighting about?!" Bloody hell.

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	mosesknows 2008-03-23 03:20 am UTC (link)
	West/Nora (lulz) West/Moses (double lulz) Bertram/Ashlyn Bertram/Iris Lydia/Cassi (Reply to this)(Thread)

Lydia/Cassi

osteological
2008-03-24 12:45 am UTC (link)

When she stepped into the bedroom, Lydia was utterly pleased to see that Cassi had taken her advice and pulled on what looked to be very expensive white lingerie. She thought the woman matched rather well with her own black bra and garter set, really. After sliding down onto the bed next to the other woman, she curled behind Cassi and nipped a trail across the side of her neck with a devious smirk.

Cassi turned her face just enough to hiss into Lydia's ear, "You're sure this is going to work." Because damned if she was going to go through this sort of awkward humiliation with no 'happy ending'. She let out a groan when Lydia's hand slid beneath her bra to toy with a nipple and exhaled sharply, just in time to hear the other woman's voice.

"Please, my dear, you underestimate me." She gave Cassi's nipple a sharp pinch and grinned against her shoulder, letting her gaze slide over to the woman's latest husband.

Oh yes, this little show would give the bloke a heart attack for sure. It couldn't possibly fail.

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	mikipinku 2008-03-24 06:23 am UTC (link)
	Grayson/Bella (lmao we've done this one to death, but come now. they deserve it.) Bertram/Cecilia Lydia/Dominic aaand Grayson/Alecto (Reply to this)(Thread)

Grayson/Bella

osteological
2008-04-11 10:29 pm UTC (link)

"So what you're saying is that you've figured out a way to tear out a person's spine and keep them alive. That's what you're telling me here, right now." Grayson Wilkes tapped his fingers against the table impatiently, glancing to Bellatrix with a skeptical arch of his brow. The returning glare that he received was enough to at least make him think that Bellatrix wouldn't play so cruel a joke on him.

"Are you saying that you doubt me, Grayson?" It was obvious just how much the mere thought irked Bellatrix, and he couldn't help the way that his lips twitched into a smirk.

"Show me, then. You know how we Russians are -- no belief in anything except what we can see with our own eyes." That was a lie, but he highly doubted that she was going to correct him.

The squirming auror-in-training suddenly stilled from his irritating spasms and looked over to the pair at the table with wide, unblinking eyes. This was suddenly part of the conversation he wanted to hear. While Grayson continued to tap an erratic rhythm on the table, Bellatrix slid her foot unceremoniously up the man's thigh and rested it against his groin, mimicking the beat he was drumming.

Well.

"And what will you give me, Wilkes," She rolled her toes in his lap and he merely lofted his brow a little higher, "if I do?"

Grayson peered down to the trainee and pressed a fingertip to his lips, thoughtful. "...you know what the sight of blood does to me, dear." He knew for a fact that if anyone else had dared to call her dear they wouldn't have been alive long enough to blink -- as it was, he got a very displeased scowl that dissolved achingly slowly into a devious grin.

"Hm. Well, I suppose I'll still have an extra five minutes after proving your stubborn disbelief wrong to do something." Bella watched Grayson squirmed, convinced that at least half of his anticipation was not for the aftermath but for the act that she was about to preform.

She was right.

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