cris • tee • nuh (cristina_lacosa) wrote,
@ 2009-03-04 18:01:00

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I've missed this meme
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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	misterpadfoot 2009-03-05 12:05 am UTC (link)
	Sirius/Emmeline Noah/Dexter Psyke and Malcolm Eliza/Heathcliff Matilda, Emmet, Marcus & John Jr. Gabriel and Cordie! (Reply to this)(Thread)

Matilda, Emmet, Marcus & John Jr.

cristina_lacosa
2009-03-05 02:02 am UTC (link)

Matilda really did enjoy taking her baby out and around the town. Or Diagon Alley, whatever. People often cooed and aww'd and she was allowed to be honestly pleased with the attention Johnathan received. Because, really. She did make him, after all. So it took her absolutely one second to decide that she and the baby would sit down with Emmet and Marcus after running into them outside of the ice cream parlour. There was a lot of traffic there, which meant more people to gawk and awe at the beautiful baby bouncing on her knee.

"Girls are easy, Emmet, there's no need to worry," she said with a flick of her wrist. The man across from her scoffed, and Marcus dug his spoon deeper into the bowl of ice cream.

"The only girls I've ever really known are you, Mackenzie, and Alecto, and really--the odds of her turning out like----you are rather slim."

Matilda's eyebrows rose, knowing that it wasn't his original response, but she didn't get to respond as John exited the ice cream parlour, looking ridiculously sour. It was certainly not her fault that Johnathan needed to have his first ever ice cream cone right this instant. He stopped beside their table, holding out the cone with a stiff arm, and with Matilda's not so subtle nod toward Emmet, John turned and let out a hmph, which was a clear indication to Matilda that the visit was cut short.

"Well! I'll see you, Emmet, we're going to go find a bigger table.."

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	Re: Matilda, Emmet, Marcus & John Jr. kickawesome 2009-03-05 04:51 am UTC (link)
	LOL <3 (Reply to this)(Parent)

Gabriel and Cordie

cristina_lacosa
2009-03-05 06:15 am UTC (link)

This was---overwhelming. Accepting the internship to the Daily Prophet had been the easy part, but--learning to deal with the quick pace and the hustle--the bustle! Gabriel wasn't sure if he could handle it. First his editor wanted him to go over four articles for him, grammar and spell check, rewrite, check sources, and make sure the bagel breakfast was ready at 7:00am sharp every other day, unless it ended in a '5'.

And that didn't include actually trying to get your own stories, or even write them down. That proved rather difficult when you didn't have a desk.

But this morning, this morning. Well. Gabriel had handed in his first article, straight onto the chief's desk, hopefully to be printed in tomorrow's paper. He should be ecstatic, elated, even, but Gabriel found himself in the broom closet right outside the break room, breathing into a paper bag as he attempted to stop the panic attack he'd given himself just thinking at the chief laughing and crumpling up the parchment and telling him he had to go home and join his father's antiquing club and that he was a horrible writer and should never pick up a quill again---

"Boy Intern!"

Gabriel blinked as he was suddenly blinded by the light brought into the closet by the opening of its door. When he finally gained focus, he saw that it was the receptionist, Cordelia--Cordie. He looked up from his nearly fetal position on the ground, absolutely horrified that he'd been caught in such a state. Gabriel scrambled to his feet, brushing down his robes and looking for some sort of excuse for his being there.

"Er."

"There's cupcakes and cookies in the break room," she said, bouncing up on her toes. "You should go get some! I mean--your article is being printed tomorrow."

"It---cupcakes---really?" Gabriel managed to squeak, rushing forward, "How! How do you---you know?"

Cordie smiled sweetly, clapping her hands together before patting his shoulders and motioning for him to follow, "Gosh, Boy Intern, I'm not the Editor-in-Chief's secretary for the paperwork. I know how to get the inside scoop, too."

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	crocketed 2009-03-05 12:05 am UTC (link)
	I want... LOL NOAH AND ODETTE xDDDD anndddd Vinny and Gleny doing something biffley anndddd idk rabastan with one of my people xDDDD (Reply to this)(Thread)

	crocketed 2009-03-05 12:17 am UTC (link)
	THAT IS NOT FRANK. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	osteological 2009-03-05 02:14 am UTC (link)
	But 'Frabastan' is such a good OTP name. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	thenewstoday 2009-03-05 03:02 am UTC (link)
	He was obviously destined for a Francis. Or Francine. (Reply to this)(Parent)

	crocketed 2009-03-05 03:07 am UTC (link)
	lmao it sounds like a country. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	osteological 2009-03-05 03:12 am UTC (link)
	New Frabastan. The United States of Frabastan. I agree. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	crocketed 2009-03-05 03:16 am UTC (link)
	WECLOME TO FRABASTAN, WHERE WE KNOW WE ARE BETTER THAN YOU. <3 (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	osteological 2009-03-05 03:17 am UTC (link)
	In Frabastan, Death eats you! (Reply to this)(Parent)

Vinny and Gleny

cristina_lacosa
2009-03-05 02:22 am UTC (link)

"It doesn't hurt at all! I promise," Gleny lied, oh how she lied. She smiled sweetly though, a smile that had won her over many an argument, and was pleased to see Vinny finally give in with a shrug of his shoulders.

"Well. All right, I mean, I do have that photoshoot coming up..." he said with a blush; Gleny couldn't understand it. Who wouldn't want their picture plastered all over the wizarding world?! Well, unless you had a zit or something because that would completely ruin the thrill of it all. Vinny just had to accept his celebrity, and she was going to help him get there.

"Now, lie back," she said, turning her head to the opening door as the woman came in. Gleny's eyes widened slightly at the hot wax she pulled out with the ladle, but her expression was sweet and keen as she looked down at Vinny and his slightly hairy torso. "You're going to look so great, it'll be over in a sec!"

Maybe she should leave the room.

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Noah/Odette

cristina_lacosa
2009-03-09 04:47 am UTC (link)

"You're such a girl, Boot."

Odette examined her fingernails, sitting on the edge of the bed. Her foot was bouncing a bit furiously from the end of her crossed legs, and she sighed impatiently, turning toward the bathroom door. She wouldn't normally meet up with someone, and go to their venue together, but it was more than obvious that Noah wouldn't be able to get into the club if he wasn't on her arm (which he'd pointed out, almost immediately), and seeing as his house was in the completely wrong direction (and they were both lazy apparators), it just.

Made sense. Even if it wasn't the usual.

What was taking him? He'd just said that he needed to go to the bathroom for a second, and it had been nearly ten minutes since he'd gone in there. What, what was he doing?

"Did you fall in?" she let out loudly, but was immediately gratified as the door opened and Noah stepped out. Odette was immediately on her feet, pressing down her shirt and looking herself over in a mirror before actually turning her attention to him. He could wait, seeing as he had no problem making her wait. The attire was casual, thankfully, and she wondered if Noah had found a bloody food stain on his jeans or something that he'd--"Ha."

He stood with his arms out, striking a pose as the words on his black shirt glowed a rather bright green. Really. She hadn't seen one of her fan club's shirt up close, but she had to say; they were rather impressive.

"How's it look?" he asked, dropping down his sunglasses with a single finger. Odette tried to stop the smirk threatening to break free, and managed to merely purse her lips. Odette lifted her hand and pushed his glasses further up his nose, bring herself closer as well. She liked the attitude on this boy.

"At least you're cheering for the right team."

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	kickawesome 2009-03-05 12:07 am UTC (link)
	MIRANDA/MARK (Reply to this)(Thread)

Miranda/Mark

cristina_lacosa
2009-03-05 02:44 am UTC (link)

So. His parents were being total losers, and not allowing him to have a party. So what if he'd drawn up posters of naked men and women to hand out in Diagon Alley? Just because he'd given people the idea that no clothes were required (never actually stated on the parchment!), didn't mean that they were going to take the hint.

Definitely a hint.

Mark found himself in Diagon Alley after his mother dropped him off to let him find some other form of entertainment (and Agatha wasn't legal yet, to apparate him around anywhere he wanted), so he wandered into the Leaky Cauldron, to maybe try and flirt with the bartender to get a drink. Tom had a thing for him, he was sure.

He found something better to flirt with, though, and immediately saddled up beside the waitress who was wiping down an empty table.

"Know anyone who wants to have some fun?" he murmured. The girl whirled around and; oy---she looked barely able to read. What a baby face!

"I! Er---Well..."

"How old are you?" Mark asked, sighing greatly.

"Fif---sixteen. Sixteen," she stuttered, eyes narrowing a little after as a smirk grew. This was intriguing. Mark leaned forward, pushing her back into the table, enjoying the arch they'd created.

"Good enough for me."

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	Re: Miranda/Mark kickawesome 2009-03-05 04:34 am UTC (link)
	LOLOLOL ♥ He's so obnoxious. (Reply to this)(Parent)

	sarahs 2009-03-05 01:56 am UTC (link)
	FINN/JOY ANTONIN/ELLIE? LOL CRACK. HMM AND ALSO... LIZ/IAN AND MAYBE ... TIM/CECILIA? MORE CRACK. IDK LMFAO. (Reply to this)(Thread)

	crocketed 2009-03-05 02:00 am UTC (link)
	OMG I WANT ANTONIN/ELLIE TOO! (Reply to this)(Parent)

Tim/Cecilia

cristina_lacosa
2009-03-05 03:24 am UTC (link)

"I mean, really," Tim said with a sigh, putting out the utensils for the dinner. Cecilia was on the other side, begrudgingly setting up the plates, as Adamina was too far along to lean anywhere near the table without bumping into it and knocking down glasses or bowls. His normally pleased-mannered wife had ranted and raved about not having a house-elf. "You don't need a house-elf with a house this sized, I'd--understand a big mansion, but not this."

His ears burnt as he realized he'd somewhat insulted the design and frame of the house he'd built for their family, but he was damn proud of it and couldn't help but comment, even though he was sure Cecilia would think otherwise.

"You're forgetting that my sister is a born and bred Slytherin princess," Cecilia drawled, dropping the last plate as she came around the corner. Tim was having a hard time remembering where the salad fork went, and she snatched it out of his hand and placed it properly, "And a Slytherin princess requires a constant being of servitude."

Tim frowned and turned to her, head tilted slightly with his dubious expression. Now that was just rude. He definitely wasn't fulfilling that role for Adamina. Right? Right! She was his husband, not her house-elf.

"And what else does a Slytherin princess need?" he asked in a snippy tone, straightening his shoulders. Cecilia's eyebrows and she stepped forward. Tim wondered that he might have something on his face, the way she was staring at him, but was absolutely befuddled when she grabbed his collar and pulled him into a kiss.

"They need scandal," she murmured, dropping her grasp and hurrying up the stairs to respond to Adamina's calls.

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Finn/Joy

cristina_lacosa
2009-03-09 05:24 am UTC (link)

Okay, so...she really didn't know what to do here. If anyone had any ideas they could offer to her, that would be greatly appreciated, because Joy Diserfino (~~wogdjskgs~~ why couldn't she just say McLaggen already?) did not know what to do in a situation like this.

Puddlemere had lost, and Finn was sulking.

This! This was not good! When Finn was upset he usually yelled and stomped around and slammed doors, but now. Ohmygosh he was just there, sitting in the living room all sad and it was JUST TERRIBLE AND SHE DIDN'T KNOW WHAT TO DO MAYBE SHE SHOULD DO A JOURNAL ENTRY ASKING FOR ADVICE?!

Fuck!

Joy rolled her tongue around in her mouth nervously as she stood in the entrance way of the kitchen, just having managed to get Cormac to sleep. Right. Well. Maybe if she did something wrong, he'd go and start yelling and cursing, and then he'd be back to normal! Ooh, so really, there was no way she could go wrong with this! Brilliant!

She slipped onto the couch beside Finn, pouting greatly. He lolled his head onto his shoulder to look at her, and just as Joy was ready to spew a grand speech about how brilliantly they had played and how amazing it was to watch him, Finn let out a breath and slumped to the side, dropping his head onto her lap almost pitifully.

Oh.

Oh, well. This she could do.

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	osteological 2009-03-05 02:05 am UTC (link)
	Santiago/Andromeda OH OH... Berk/Marnie Grayson/Rabastan FOR THE LOLS ONLY I SWEAR If you can make it work I'll give you something nice. (Reply to this)(Thread)

Grayson/Rabastan

cristina_lacosa
2009-03-05 03:50 am UTC (link)

"Tell them how you made out with her husband!"

Rabastan roared with laughter with the other men (fellow death eaters, but who was really keen on mentioning that out loud in a pub), nearly lying flat on the table as his sides hurt so much. He was quite far gone, having taken one too many shots on the night. It was very rare for him to actually become intoxicated, but getting their planted Minister into office, and having the M.A.G.I.C. Acts instated so quickly? Well that deserved some celebration.

He was so far gone, in fact, that he hardly noticed Grayson Wilkes' glare from across the table. Oh, oh oh ho. That story was hilarious. Polyjuicing himself into a woman, seducing her husband and then beat him nearly to death with a lead pipe? It didn't get much better than that.

"Tell them! Wait wait wait, were you wearing lipstick?" Rabastan let out loudly, looking forward, but not seeing Grayson. Oh, he'd gotten up and was now standing near him. This was usually the point when the pain started. "Cherry? Strawberry?"

"What if I tell them the part where you were forcefully kissed by a man?"

Rabastan's brows furrowed in great confusion, but quickly understood as Grayson grabbed him by the collar, lifted him off his seat, and kissed him harder than he'd ever been kissed.

Well, this was embarrassing.

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Berk/Marnie

cristina_lacosa
2009-03-09 05:37 am UTC (link)

It wasn't an unusual thing to find Berkeley Doge raiding his brother's fridge, and today he had a delicious assortment of wild and exotic fruit. Where Mycroft had gotten the idea to shop as if he were in a rainforest, he had no idea, but Berk was enjoying it.

"Berkeley!" the always chipper voice of Marnie Doge exclaimed from behind him, and Berk spun around, a piece of super sweet mango sticking out from between his lips, as she'd caught him mid snack. "You're eating my mangoes!"

Ohhh. Oh, that would explain it. Berk looked down at the now empty bowl of fruit before slowly pulling his gaze up at the quite pregnant woman. Uhhhh oh. He felt his face turn red as Marnie noticed the emptiness of the bowl as well, and Berk flinched greatly as she started toward him, ready for a beating and shrieking.

Instead, the odd sensation of his teeth being pulled, no, no--the thing his teeth were holding in place being pulled, made his eyes jump open. He'd been expecting Marnie's hand to be grabbing at the fruit, but instead found that she'd simply chomped down on the other end, and tugged it forcefully away from him.

"My fruit!" she squeaked, chewing angrily as she stomped off.

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	kickawesome 2009-03-05 04:45 am UTC (link)
	Erin/Rafe (Rarin? Erfe?) Phoebias Matilda/John (...I don't even know what the ship name would be.) Matilda and Thorfinn Doge Brothers Giada/Sturgis! Alice and Abe Rabastan/Prisca Tomas and Greer Fiona and Griff LOL Finn and Rafe You don't have to do all of them. :D (Reply to this)(Thread)

Alice and Abe

cristina_lacosa
2009-03-09 05:58 am UTC (link)

It was something about spring time that made people not want to hang out in dingy, poorly lit bars. April was always a month that Abe dreaded and despised, but it was something about this disgustingly cheerful day that made him want to vomit and kick small puppies.

Not that he didn't normally want to kick small puppies, but today the feeling was highly intensified.

Maybe it was because he didn't have any customers to spread his joy upon. There hadn't been one person in the place since he'd opened, and it was nearing four o'clock. He might as bloody well shut down, seeing as everyone was out enjoying fresh air and the sun, but as the thought crossed his mind, the door bell jingled and a crack of that wretched sunlight fell through the place.

"Mister Dumbledore?"

Abe, who was squatting behind the bar counter, winced greatly at the sound of Alice Longbottom's voice. Just what he needed, a walking ray of sunshine. Heaving a great breath, Abe stood, planting his hands on the counter to let her know that she had to leave right this instant, but found himself faltering at the sight of the cake topped with glowing candles sitting on the bar.

Alice's usually chipper face was somewhat solemn, and she smiled lightly.

"I know you don't have a birthday, but I thought that---if you did one, for every month, every year---you could have some fun with it anyway. And--I didn't tell James or Sirius, this time." She smiled again, this time a bit stronger, and Abe took the moment to look her over, taking in her tired expression, the protruding belly under her...spring dress. Heh.

Well. He was bored.

"Smartest thing you've ever done," he said with what could be considered a smile, seeing Aberforth Dumbledore didn't smile. But, Alice seemed impressed enough, and clapped lightly as he blew out the candles. "Let's cut this up, shall we?"

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	holocron 2009-03-07 06:32 am UTC (link)
	OH OH I WANT MADNESS! OCTAVIA/RABASTAN LMFAO. Annnd Elsie and Noah doing something biffle-y. DOBBS CLAN, FTW PLZ. Archie, Izzie, and Oliv(i)e. Omg. She's gotten the least of our love so far, I feel so bad. (Reply to this)

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