cris • tee • nuh (cristina_lacosa) wrote,
@ 2008-01-11 23:28:00

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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

You knew it was coming!

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	I'M EVIL batshitrix 2008-01-12 05:30 am UTC (link)
	NARCISSA AND JAMES. GO >D (Reply to this)(Thread)

	Re: I'M EVIL batshitrix 2008-01-12 05:32 am UTC (link)
	>\| narcissa/james. wh0r. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

James/Narcissa

cristina_lacosa
2008-01-12 05:58 am UTC (link)

"Now let me get this straight," James Potter started, watching as Narcissa Black's fingers slowly unbuttoned the front of his shirt, "We're doing this, why?"

"Because you are a randy idiot that will shag anything that has breasts," she answered in such a prim and proper voice that James had to do a double take to make sure he'd heard her correctly. "And because Lucius hasn't proposed yet."

"You're fifteen years old," he moaned as one of her hands slipped under his shirt and over his chest. James reached out to get his own feel of Narcissa but she swatted his hand away. "What on earth are you looking for an engagement for?"

Narcissa's eyes flitted up in a glare and she pushed James back against the broom closet door. "Because if that bint Laura Mulciber gets engaged before I do, someone is going to die. And If Lucius finds out that I have my eye on you for my husband---"

"Whoa---"

"Not really, honestly Potter----but if he thinks that I would even dare dabble with the likes of you..." Narcissa smirked triumphantly and began to undo the buttons of her own blouse. James watched her fingers move slowly and deliberately down her chest and nearly lost his balance at the sight of the lacy green bra.

He could definitely get killed for this.

Narcissa pulled him by the neck into a kiss and all thoughts were lost to the snog.

Oh well. He'd had a good life.

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	Re: James/Narcissa im_sirius 2008-01-12 08:18 am UTC (link)
	Lucius didn't kill James then. SIRIUS DID. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	Re: James/Narcissa cristina_lacosa 2008-01-12 08:19 am UTC (link)
	psh whatev xD (Reply to this)(Parent)

	im_sirius 2008-01-12 05:34 am UTC (link)
	nate/bree prongs and a shoe Tim/Gleny Gideon/Samantha for oldschools. (Reply to this)(Thread)

Tim/Gleny

cristina_lacosa
2008-01-12 06:14 am UTC (link)

"So, what do you think?"

"I don't know."

Gleny Chittock pursed her lips and huffed, putting down the purse and moving onto the next one.

"What about this one?"

Tim scrunched his nose and shrugged, and she let out another loud, dramatic sigh before putting the bag down and moving a bit further down the aisle. Shopping with Gleny had not been a good decision to make, Tim decided, switching the bags from his left hand to his right. How she could find so many things to spend money on, he had no idea, but his girlfriend seemed to be the queen of spoiling herself.

Gleny lifted another bag and just gave Tim a look, prompting him to respond.

"Aw, Gleny--I dunno, everything looks nice on you!"

The sweet smile that had crossed her lips was completely unexpected to Tim, and he was more than surprised when Gleny pushed herself up on her tiptoes to kiss him.

"Good answer! Let's go to shoes..."

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Gideon/Samantha

cristina_lacosa
2008-01-13 08:21 am UTC (link)

Gideon didn't know why he faked sleeping during the summer anymore, it never failed. She'd always come at exactly eleven-thiry, he'd always open the window, yawn, stretch, rub his eyes, and hide the fact that he was already in his jeans and sneakers, ready to go out. He was almost sure that Sam knew his game, but he liked that if she did, she still played along.

"Gideon---oy, you're a lousy boy, in bed by eleven!" Samantha Hardy shouted up from the ground, eyes flitting to the first story window to make sure she hadn't woken his parents.

"And you're a lousy girl," he shot back, wiping at his eyes before slinging his leg out the window, "Running around the neighborhood hootin' and hollerin'"

"Never said I was a good girl," she retorted, hands on her hips as Gideon grabbed onto the branch outside his window. He carefully made his way along its length before reaching the trunk and stepping down to the lower branches. He could do this in his sleep, he'd been doing it since his first summer home from Hogwarts, and now going into seventh year--sure he could've apparated, but what was the fun in that?

Gideon dropped down to the ground, lifting his chin to mimic Samantha's haughty grin. What she had to be haughty about, he had no idea, but he wasn't going to let her out haughty him.

She stepped forward, poking his chest lightly.

"Don't ever grow up, Gideon," she said, her tone a lot softer than he'd been expecting. His haughty expression faltered, and he tilted his head. Grinning, he cuffed Samantha lightly in the chin.

"Ahhh, Sam, s'long as you keep kidnapping me out of my bedroom, I'll be all right."

"Even if you've got a stuck up wife that doesn't realize how much you need me to have fun?" she asked quickly, "Because it's true. I dunno what you're going to do without me when you graduate in June."

Gideon opened his mouth to retort that he'd be just fine, but the startling revelation that he couldn't fathom living without Samantha struck him hard in the chest, and suddenly he wasn't looking forward to his seventh year of school.

"Even if I've got a stuck up wife that doesn't realize how much I need you," he responded. Sam's lips pursed slightly, eyes widening, but as if the conversation never happened, she grabbed Gideon's hand and began to tug him through the yard.

"C'mon, I found this perfect spot---you can see the entire screen of the drive-in..."

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Nate/Bree

cristina_lacosa
2008-01-13 11:08 pm UTC (link)

Nate could always tell when Bree was up to something. Well--not up to something, but when she was hiding something, or avoiding something---just something. She kind of got twitchy. Not twitchy---well, a little twitchy. On edge! On edge sounded a lot better than twitchy. Bree got on edge when there was something going on, and by the way her knee was bouncing, it was something big.

"Hey Scott?" Nate called, and the boy's head shot up from his blocks (and so did Bree's she'd been carefully watching him), "Could you bring those to your room? There's more room in there."

"Okiessssssss," Scott responded in a bit of a whistle and piled all of the blocks into his bucket and waddled out, leaving Nate and Bree alone. He dropped down to the couch and leaned back into the cushions, Bree remaining on the edge, knees still bouncing furiously.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong," she responded, as if it was silly to ask. Nate refrained from rolling his eyes and sat forward, trying to catch his wife's gaze.

"Okay, so what are you thinking about?"

Bree's shoulders scrunched and she squirmed a bit under his gaze. Nate slowly began to grin, his hand going to her back to slip around her waist. She loosened up slightly, and finally looked down at her husband.

"I---I'm pregnant."

"Okay." Bree's worried eyes sharpened into a great glare.

"Okay? That's it? That's---That is not the response---you are supposed to be---Nathan Ewan Dawlish you are---I cannot believe---"

His hands had magically moved to the back of her head and Nate captured Bree in a kiss, shutting up her worries and showing her he knew exactly how she wanted him to react.

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	osteological 2008-01-12 05:36 am UTC (link)
	Ummm. Lyssandra/Santiago! Because I'm extra mean: Fenrir/Emmeline Erin and Avis, dissecting a cadaver! (Reply to this)(Thread)

cristina_lacosa
2008-01-12 06:48 am UTC (link)

Santiago let out a short gasp before he laughed, twisting to look behind him as Lyssandra pulled him by the belt back toward the bed.

"You are the biggest tease I've ever encountered," she muttered, tugging him hard so that he plopped down onto the bed. Santiago grinned and bent foward to pick up his shirt, only to have Lyssandra's fingers dance up his back.

"If by tease you mean very Catholic, then...yes," Santiago joked, pulling his white muscle shirt over his head. It wasn't his fault that neither of them were ready for marriage. His girlfriend pouted and flopped back to the bed. He turned and grinned, eyes shooting over to the clock. Ay...he only had half an hour before his shift started...but she was making that face and..

"Well..." Santiago slowly made his way up to the head of the bed where Lyssandra and prettily found herself against the pillows. He pushed some hair out of her face (and then his) before his hand traced down her side, following the curves carefully. "I suppose if you'd stop calling me tease we could have a little more fun."

"That's what a tease does, Santia----"

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Fenrir/Emmeline

cristina_lacosa
2008-01-12 08:02 am UTC (link)

"Don't scream."

Emmeline shut her eyes tightly, shoulders tense and cheeks sucked in as Fenrir Greyback whispered into her ear. Her hands were tightly gripping the books she had picked up---bloody hell, what did bookstores have against her? She'd just come in here for some light reading, she'd even avoided Flourish and Blotts, and who the fuck had to be lurking in the back where the mystery novels were? Fenrir Greyback, the werewolf who had the ultimate vendetta against her boyfriend.

"What," she snapped, looking down the aisle to see if someone was in the vicinity. His grip on her waist tightened and Emmeline felt tears strike her eyes. Suddenly she wished she was at least facing the werewolf so she didn't feel so trapped.

"You're a real pretty girl, Emmy," Fenrir snarled into her ear, pushing her into the bookcase as he leaned all his weight into her. This time she did let out a little whimper, "It'd be a terrible thing if the actions you took led to some unfortunate circumstances."

"I don't regret anything I've done or will do--"

She let out a gasp as his hand slipped under her shirt.

"Oh, you will," he whispered, and if she didn't know he was a deranged werewolf it would've sounded sweet---and he disapparated.

Emmeline dropped her books and rushed out of the store.

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	im_sirius 2008-01-12 05:36 am UTC (link)
	OH OH. Bella/Voldemort (Reply to this)

	mikipinku 2008-01-12 07:25 am UTC (link)
	Berk/Amelia! Returning the love and all. James/Fenrir/Voldemort? IDK IDK? D: Finn & Elena (Reply to this)(Thread)

Finn & Elena

cristina_lacosa
2008-01-12 08:43 am UTC (link)

"That's complete and utter bullshit."

Elena sat back, aghast, and lifted her chin up smugly. Tibs was...somewhere, she couldn't recall, and her darling brother-in-law had decided to keep heer some company while Tiberius finished doing...whatever he was doing. Oy, she was so incredibly forgetful lately.

"Is not."

Finn sat forward, eyebrows high and he pushed his elbows into his thighs.

"There is no way I'm going to believe you ate that whole bundle of chili peppers," Finn shook his head furiously, pointing at the bowl where two bundles had once sat. Now only one remained, and he'd actually peered into the rubbish bin because he didn't believe her story. "Those shits are hot."

"You underestimate me, Finnster," Elena said with a shake of her head, plucking another pepper from a new bundle. Finn smirked and winced as she popped it into her mouth, and gaped when Elena didn't even wince.

"That's fucking ridiculous."

"That's pregnancy cravings."

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	Re: Finn & Elena awesomecakes 2008-01-12 06:07 pm UTC (link)
	LOL I love you ♥ (Reply to this)(Parent)

Berk/Amelia

cristina_lacosa
2008-01-13 07:24 pm UTC (link)

"Now partners! Sit behind your lady and make sure they're comfortable."

Berk frowned and plopped to the ground, shimmying behind Amelia to position her between his legs. He really didn't understand the classes, but his wife had insisted, and now he was stuck listening to odd breathing methods and weird pictures of---of things he'd never quite imagined before. Berkeley had thought he'd been ready for a baby, but holy fuck if these lamaze classes weren't terrifying him.

"You're not even that pregnant yet," Berk muttered into Amelia's ear before dropping his chin to her shoulder. His hands went around her waist to her barely protruding stomach, rapping lightly.

"And yet I'm still pregnant, hm, look at that," Amelia replied back snootily, but a smile was tugging at her lips. Berk rolled his eyes and looked around the room at the other couples. Luckily for him, the other men looked just as worried/irritated/confused/terrified as he felt, so he wasn't exactly misbehaving. No, he was just being a man, really, and---

"Oh. Oh that's not a real picture, is it?" he groaned as the instructor unveiled---"Oh God---"

Amelia let out a roar of a laugh and nearly toppled over.

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	fuck logging in you know who it is (Anonymous) 2008-01-13 06:19 am UTC (link)
	uhhhh clearly Alex/Gracie and Emmeline/Remus? (Reply to this)(Thread)

Alex/Gracie

cristina_lacosa
2008-01-13 07:08 am UTC (link)

Having safely tucked Zacharias into bed, Graciela made her way into the master bedroom and slipped under the covers. Alex was deeply engrossed with the book he'd picked up earlier in the day and Graciela simply watched him, her head resting on her pillow and hands on her stomach. It had been almost seven years since Zacharias was born, and finally---they had decided to wait before having more children, but it had taken them longer than they would've liked...who would've thought that when they were actually trying to get pregnant, it would take them a good two years?

One hand slipped from her belly (it wasn't really a belly yet, she was only about a month along) and to Alex's waist, tugging at the band of his pajamas pants. He swatted her hand away expertly and Graciela grinned and tugged again.

"Nyehhgg," Alex muttered, eyes not leaving the book as his free hand took hers, intertwining the fingers; it would have been cute if Graciela knew he was only trying to keep her hands off of him. She rolled her eyes and wiggled a bit, pushing down the blanket and lying flat on her back. Well, she'd just have to find something more interesting than sex to catch her husband's attention. Graciela pulled Alex's hand and put it on her stomach, wondering if he'd at least get suspicious by her odd behavior, but apparently the book was the best thing ever created because Alex's eyes simply continued to move back and forth of the pages.

"It's a girl," she whispered.

"What's a girl?" Graciela watched as Alex kept the book up in front of his face, but his eyes had stopped moving.

"The baby---" the word was barely out of her mouth before the book was thrown across the bedroom and Alex had rolled on top of her---hovering a bit, as he was now quite aware that she wasn't the only girl occupying the bed.

"Really?" he asked softly, dropping his forehead to hers so that her eyes went out of focus trying to lock onto his, their lips grazing.

"Mmhmm." Their fingers locked, Alex lifting her hands high past her head on thee pillows and Graciela's heart began to beat faster than it had in months.

"Not some messed up potion again?"

"Went to the healers."

"Bloody hell---" And he kissed her fiercely.

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Emmeline/Remus

cristina_lacosa
2008-01-15 12:16 am UTC (link)

"Honey, I'm home!"

"Dinner's ready!"

"That's my girl!"

Emmeline scrunched her nose and toppled over unceremoniously on the couch. She'd had a horrible cold for the past week that potions and spells weren't fixing, and currently found herself wrapped up in a blanket, a hard stare at the telly. She wasn't sure why she'd agreed to let Remus bring this over, because all was ever on was a load of rubbish that she somehow found herself watching for hours on end. Marathon telly watching, it was probably a muggle sport. This show had been on all week, and clearly, Father did know best.

She'd figured it out by the third episode. The son was an idiot, the daughter was a ditz, the mother was perfect, but not as perfect as the father, and it usually ended up with the son doing something dumb and---Muggles couldn't be like this. There was no way that they could all be like this, right? She didn't know many muggles, but there was no way that this was how muggles lived. One, it was boring (maybe a little funny, but she'd never admit it), and two---fuck, maybe she should be a muggle. Life would be a whole lot easier then.

Emmeline sat up as she heard the door open and threw the blanket over her head as she wasn't in the best condition to be seen by her boyfriend, and frowned at Remus' laughter. She felt him sit on the couch and wrap around her, trapping her in the blanket.

"What are you hiding for?"

"Let's just say I'm no Margaret Anderson," her muffled voice said, causing another laugh from her boyfriend. She felt his hands begin to roam and through her coughing protests, shrieked, "No! I do not have my pearls and frilly polka dotted dress on!"

Remus though, was quite persistent and found his way under the blanket, pinning Emmeline to the back of the couch. He examined her face carefully (even though the way she was twisting it and pouting could not have helped her case) and finally planted a kiss on her lips.

"Honey, you're gorgeous! Like the dew on blades of grass on a lovely spring morning."

One eye peeked open as the telly repeated the exact same line, and Remus shyly grinned. Bloody repeats.

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	crocketed 2008-01-13 11:38 pm UTC (link)
	Emmeline and Frank! ANndddd.... Gleny and Emmeline. :] OH OH OH AND, EMMELINE/CARADOC BECAUSE NOW IT IS A GAME THAT I LOVE TO PLAY >:]]] (Reply to this)(Thread)

Gleny and Emmeline

cristina_lacosa
2008-01-14 12:04 am UTC (link)

Emmeline had both hands covering her face, trying to hide her blush and laughter. Oh God, how had that managed to slip out?

"Shhhh, don't tell!" she nearly shrieked, because she had to if she wanted Gleny to hear her requests. The girl was laughing and shrieking so loudly that Emmeline was quite sure that her eardrums were going to burst, "YOU CANNOT TELL!"

"I KNEW IT I KNEW IT I KNEWWWWWWWWWW IT!" Gleny was now jumping on the couch in a funny dance and Emmeline couldn't hold herself back any longer; she let out a high-pitched shriek that dissolved into giggles and fell sideways onto the couch. Merlin's bloody---two years ago this would be the last place she ever thought she'd be, but here she was, having girl time with Gleny Chit---Prewett!

The front door opened and Gideon appeared with Tristan on his hip, the two boys staring at the two women.

"What's so funny?" he asked, and it just made Emmeline and Gleny laugh harder. Gideon paused for a moment before shrugging at Tristan and disappearing into the house. Gleny dropped down, splayed across the couch.

"I knew you fancied him in school, I knew!"

"GLENYSHUTUPMERLIN!"

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Emmeline & Frank

cristina_lacosa
2008-01-15 04:32 am UTC (link)

"Red and gold."

"Oh, stop, you can't suck him into stereotypes before he's even born."

Frank turned to his cousin and frowned deeply, crossing his arms and looking back at the unpainted nursery walls. Alice, even though they'd found unscented paint and pregnancy safe paint, simply refused because she swore she could still smell it, so Frank had recruited Emmeline to help paint Baby Longbottom's room.

"Red would look good," Frank said with a nod, dipping his brush into the paint. Emmeline's wand whipped out immediately and banished the pain on the brush the moment Frank pulled it out of the tin.

"Red makes the room feel small and claustrophic," she said sharply, and with another flick of her wand opened the tin by her feet revealing a pastel blue, "Now this is the color of a baby boy's nursery."

"Blue as in Ravenclaw, blue as in no," Frank stated immediately, using a quick spell to turn the blue into a puke green. Emmeline let out a shriek, dropping her jaw in shock toward Frank before pointing her wand at his paint (which Frank had made a dive for) and turning it in pink and purple polka dots.

"Do you know how much this---" Frank hollered, dropping to the floor with a groan. Emmeline put her hands on her hips with a 'try me' look on her face. Frank frowned once more, looking down at the polka dots (polka dots, how had she---) before a wicked grin split across his face. He'd just gotten an idea, and was silently thanking the Marauders for being his roommates for seven years.

"Let's see how it looks," he said calmly, and before Emmeline could respond, Frank's wand was swirling over the polka dots and then shot the paint toward her, turning her plain skirt into fabric that perfectly mimicked the paint she'd created. Another shriek escaped her mouth and soon Frank's robes were the puke green color.

"I KNOW HAIR DYING SPELLS!" Emmeline shrieked as Frank hooted in laughter.

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	awesomecakes 2008-01-14 02:05 am UTC (link)
	FINE YOU ASKED FOR IT Andre/Adelaide Finn & Tibs (Reply to this)(Thread)

Finn & Tibs

cristina_lacosa
2008-01-15 05:38 pm UTC (link)

"What's it like!"

"What's what like?"

"Hoggywarts!"

Tiberius McLaggen stared down disdainfully at his little brother, pushing him aside as he opened his closet door to hang up his robes. It was the first winter holidays of his Hogwarts career, and he'd just arrived home. Of course, since his parents weren't wizards like him, he had to take a plane from London to Ireland, so he was feeling a bit mugglish and didn't exactly want to talk.

"What's there to know?" Tibs responded cooly, though inside he was bursting for the opportunity to spill every last detail about the school. He just didn't want Finn thinking that he was stupidly excited over it like he was. "It's school."

"School with magic," Finn exclaimed, bouncing on his knees on the bed. "Did you turn a frog into a hat? Did you make water out of thin air? Did you fly a broomstick?"

"Wizards don't fly broomsticks, Phineas, it's only for witches and any boy who wants to call himself a wizard wouldn't be caught dead on one," Tibs said with a huff, absentmindedly rubbing the back of his head, where he swore he could still feel the bump from when he slammed into the side of the school during his first flying lesson.

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	sayuri 2008-01-14 08:14 pm UTC (link)
	HAI AGAIN. SEAN DOESN'T LIKE TO LOG OUT. Ron/Hermione :* (Reply to this)

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