jackassery | expected the unexpected

oh goodness, let's see. YOU ALREADY GAVE ME A LOT SO A LOT OF THESE ARE REPEATS.

Cox and Cordelia.
Charlie and Akira.
Sylar and Gilderoy.
Spitfire and Jonathan.
Charlie and (INSERT ANYONE HERE, SERIOUSLY).
Parkman and Franziska.
Gilderoy and Tamaki.
Dung and Akira.
Jman and Cordelia.
Cox and Mello.

Parkman and Franziska

HE IS JUST GUMSHOE WITH SUPERPOWERS DAMNIT

Inevitably it happens- Spitfire and Kazu fall apart in a very familiar, amiable sort of way that makes Spitfire twice as depressed as he would be from a messy breakup. Simca spoon-feeds him tapioca and dresses him in silly clothing, but these do little to improve his mood. Your flame is flickering! she warns. It doesn't necessarily matter, Spitfire tells himself. He should have stepped aside a long time ago. Holding onto a relationship with Kazu was only holding onto the title of Flame King, of his own self importance.

It's out of habit that he ends up in Rule 42, the back storage areas. Jonathan tries to pretend Spitfire isn't there- though the stiffness in his shoulders says different.

"Can I help in some way?" Spitfire manages at last, feeling large and useless in the enclosed space.

"No," Jonathan says hurriedly. He's sheepish to append this to his own expression, but Spitfire reads it loud and clear- don't touch anything. IT isn't that he's clumsy, he just likes the look of horror that crosses over the three nerds' faces when something shatters. He contemplates this when a priceless figure snaps against the ground between them. He can feel his mood begin to lift at the sight of Jonathan's dismayed face. This must be how Sora felt, he thinks with a lonely sort of desperation. When he tormented you between being so kind. Spitfire knows he's stronger than that now, but Jonathan probably still has a long way to go with confidence. After all, look at his face- hardly worth a drop of pride.

"I'll pay for that," Spitfire says smoothly, stepping over the pieces to close the distance between himself and the tiny man. Jonathan's back bumps against one of the shelves, sending a few more objects teetering anxiously in their place. "Let me pay for it," he continues, reaching out to the top few buttons of Jonathan's shirt. IT's that frightened, frozen look that reminds Spitfire of a large piece of his life (first and second) that he's spent un-lived.

When injured, Mello doesn't exactly talk much, which endears him to Cox almost immediately. He doesn't have any lookie-loos dropping by to make demands of his attending doctor wither, which is a great load off of Cox's mind. In fact, after long enough the man hasn't had any visitors that the police force in Babylon has to pull Cox aside and have a talk.

"No, I haven't been keeping him from having his accomplices over, though you know he's not completely braindead, just a little doped but- hey. Why not encourage him t bring all his revolutionary friends to his government owned hospital trip." They don't ask any questions that could be answered with a rant (ie; no more questions)

The skin graphs look like a kid with a soldering iron did them himself.

"As much as I dislike the idea of tossing you off to a jockey, we can get a surgical consult on those treads marks you've got all over you." He gestures vaugely to the old wounds. "But I'm dead sure this will be one of the few things me and the meat-heads agree on." Mello doesn't give any kind of answer which way, and he's got enough medical procedure being shoved down his throat that Cox is a little glad not to have to file paper work on another one.

For a little while at least.

"Do you want the treatment or not?" he asks one day, throwing the man's chart on the bed. It bounces off a set of useless legs. "Because, I gotta tell you, it's a damn pain in my ass to keep checking up on an ugly guy like you when I have a fine little ninja lady all patched up two doors down."

"No," Mello intones, without angst or self loathing or pity and it drives Cox up the wall.

"Yeah, well, love to oblige you there, but they want you to get better and start talking, but." But what? Cox isn't sure what to do with his hands without the chart, so he shoves them in the coat's pockets. It's so like Kelso to just sit back and let The Man order you to treat a political prisoner who doesn't want treatment, who couldn't have destroyed all of that secret footage and who could still tell you where it is if he wasn't so damned depressed. Yeah, this is too much of ol' Bobbo's style.

"But if you don't want the treatment there's not a damn thing I can do." This catches the little revolutionary's attention. He's the quieter sort, and his eyes slide over to his doctor, without moving his head. "If you really want it, I'll show you the pills to mix or the switches to flip as soon as I leave the room-"

"I know what to do," Mello assures him slowly, and for the first time Cox thinks he's sitting up straight. He has a funny feeling how young this kid looks now that he doesn't have his wall of monitors and firearms and two creepy, sleepy detectives at his side (they're dead). "But that's not how this will go."

"Oh?" Cox's eyebrows shoot to his receding hairline. "Oh, really?" Mostly he's glad, because it's never a good die when a patient dies, least of all one that offs himself. Political reasons or not, you're a damn foll to just give away a life you got back- even if you are in such shitty shape as this sorry bastard.

"They need to fight a little harder," he says, turned his face to the older man. "Besides, I'm not giving into you." Oh, this will be fun.

ANTI-REVO

After time, the police force goes through a lot of changes. Nathan gets more and more powerful (and why shouldn't he?), so Parkman moves up in the ranks. Charlie isn't so sure Akira would lie about the mind control thing, because he's a dick but not really a liar- but the board makes their decision. Kiske wasn't happy with it, but he can't resign over the loss of one officer when the dome needs him. Parkman says there's nothing really to worry about. Udou was a thug, not an officer.

He started out a great challenge for Charlie's little impromptu fight club in the early days. Not as tough as some of the other fighters, but tough enough that Charlie's hand still stings when he sees the man standing a few paces behind Kennit. Whenever they show up, something in Charlie stings, low and hallow and true, and it makes him clench and unclench those shakily put together bones.

Parkman was lying, he thinks with a resigned acceptance. It doesn't matter anyway, now Udou really is a thug- too drug addled to know which way will succeed and which will send him into the nuclear winter. When they capture him (Kennit slips away), Rube spends a long time with him before Charlie's let in.

"Hey," he says slowly. The last time they saw each other was in a prison too, after the attacks, though truthfully studying Akira ha been the last piece in his scrambled mind. This isn't the same Akira, he tells himself, leaning against the bars. This is what pushing and pulling against a good sense of order and routine does for a guy. This is what messing with drugs and wild stories will do to you. This is what will happen to guys that go against Nathan.

"Let me out," Akira demands in a weak voice, like something is choking him. Charlie only stays a few more minutes, because the whole thing makes him feel unbearably lonely. He check shoulders with Matt on the way out (he knows what it's about). Nathan says they won't execute him, but he doesn't get it. He just thinks of Akira as some kid that gave him annoying nicknames. Charlie knows him enough to see that a cage is a lot worse.

"Fine," he spits, nursing a pressure headache for the rest of the meeting. "But you're gonna have to reinforce the bars- a lot."

YSTOPIA

They (or maybe it was mostly Akira) decide a long time ago that Charlie doesn't really get to fly. Oh, he could, for sure. They even have the same size feet- don't ask, living with another guy someone grants you that knowledge, eventually. But they came to the decision that Charlie was enough of a terror on the ground, they don't need him in the air either.

Severely grounded, Charlie doesn't ask about the AT, even when they're lying on the cool rooftop, fresh from a fight. They just killed Spitfire and there's a good sign the other flyboys might not agree with the move. Akira doesn't think about it too much, because Agito's last moments are still in the planning stages of his head. Charlie smies a little when Akira describes them outloud ("Step one: I crack his skull. Step two: I win." "You left out the step where you wuss out and run home.")

They scuffle out of habit for a few minutes, wrestling over the musty cement. Charlie kisses him first- a bad move, because Akira bites.

"Don't," Andrew keeps saying, pulling on his arm. Weirdly enough, Warren is there too. Charlie pushes the both away for the door. Losing Sylar was bad enough, he didn't need some priss ass holes holding him back like some small fainting girl just cause of the blo

When he comes to he's on the couch in Kennit's study and the captain is there with a glass of wine for him. He doesn't apologize for Akira's death and neither them are sure what to toast to. Charlie winds up on the roof with the Fang Regalia and his own confusion, so limited by time and a poor head for engineering. He tugs them on and slips with the momentum of the wheels, splitting his lip when he eats pavement. It's a nice reminder of his friend. They gave Sano the Regalia and he disappears.

BABYLON

It sucks he has to do something like this with Parkman at his side, because honestly, he's got no loyalty to anyone like that. More than anything, Akira doesn't feel like he's got loyalty to anybody. After that first stab in the back you walk a little weaker, slower. It wasn't the bricks that broke his legs that crippled him, but ages and ages before, with Ren Fa and that betrayal. People can forgive, but they can't forget, and these things will stay with you forever. It's too bad, though, cause Charlie could be a lot more fun for a while longer if he just played the game. But they were two very different friends, and Charlie had his arms full with poetry and loyalty.

"Sorry," he says good naturly. "But they gotta see you about some questioning for some dead guy or something." He's keeping it as casual as possible. If they scare him (he's a jumpy little shit) and Charlie makes any sudden motions, Akira will shoot. Faster than Parkman, for sure, since it's hard to believe he can even get those fat fingers of his around a trigger. He hopes Charlie isn't gonna hold a grudge about this whole thing. It's not like he thinks a revolution is wrong (sometimes, on the really bad days where 7 hours are just gone) he wonders if a good old fashioned bout of anarchy is just what this place needs. It's not about wanting to repay Kiske's kindness to him either. It's just there's nothing Akira knows better than betrayal, and if Charlie was any friend of his he'd know it by now.

(Yesterday they beat each other senseless and laughed and clocked their heads together like wild dogs. If Charlie has to go away forever, it doesn't matter, Akira keeps telling himself, looking through the grates in the police car. Betrayals don't matter so much.)

The last few weeks have drifted through Babylon with a sting of humidity. Sano had informed them (before he left them for good) that the weather functions have been tampered with. Terrorists, Kennit remarks idly, ironically, while Charlie cracks his knuckles and goes down the list of who it could be. The list gets a bit shorter when Parkman dies, taking out a couple people from their side with him.

Andrew's always some comfort, but Warren won't let them be alone together and is really just one more snide comment about the fucking wood from Charlie breaking Mears' jaw. Being with Kennit is a usual comfort, but this isn't exactly a usual situation. It's like viewing Akira's dead body opened up this quiet, piecing hot memory he held for all this time. It's happening again, his mind screamed before sliding to that comfortable, rage induced black. It's happening again and you still can't stop it.

It's why he can't see Neil for awhile.

Haruhi's kind enough to abdicate the bed to them for the night, even though it feels like Charlie will never sleep. He can no more sleep than forget the space where Akira's face used to be, or the bloody lake that hung over his chest. 'I'm sorry about your friend' Tamaki says when he opens the door. Charlie has no idea how they get that news all the way in the safe zone. Nothing's ever really safe, his cyncism pushes back. Tamaki holds his head in his lap and strokes his hair. He can't imagine a person that would have got on less with Tamaki, but the blond acts like he and Udou could have been best friends, like he was a saint between all of the hand breaking and drug taking.

Tamaki falls asleep eventually, cuddled so close Charlie feels like he's the one giving the comfort now. Face nuzzled into his collarbone, Tamaki mumbles, "I promise I won't go anywhere." Charlie thinks he'll protect his friends for real this time, but he doesn't even realize Tamaki and Haruhi are missing until she sends the tape.

When they get back to Kennit's, he had Tamaki start drinking early, in an effort to keep him from running down the halls to Lyra's room. Haruhi's resting there after dinner, and the meager idea of being separated from her throws this dark frustration over Tamaki's features. Charlie keeps them apart partially to see that unique expression, and partially to save Lyra a headache. Tamaki hasn't eaten either, even though Andrew prepared a special feast to celebrate their return. It's not much of a celebration; Two civilians didn't die, but Vilma's loose again.

Charlie has to keep drinking, because each time Tamaki isn't fretting over Haruhi (she ate plenty, now asleep), he's wearing the lost expression from Cordelia's video.

Andrew recognized the lens right away ("Is Jonathan using my camera..") before they caught on to what Cordelia was showing them, what her demands were. She's such a drama whore, Warren grumbles and leaves the room. Andrew rewinds, mumbling something about Jonathan again. It's the same order each time they view it. The two for Vilma. Charlie was too shocked to hear it the first time, but when Cordelia points the gun at the back of Tamaki's head, she says "Two for one isn't really fair for me, so don't keep my waiting." He hits the VCR so hard his knuckles explode with blood and the tape is lodged there forever.

Kennit was against the deal- if Charlie was so concerned about the safety of these civilians, he should have take precautions, like with Neil. You have no one to blame but yourself.

"Exactly," Charlie hisses and shakes, not sure if it's from nerves or the sheer strength of going against his Captain. "So it's my job to fix this."

When they exchange Tamaki and Haruhi for Vilma, Cordelia blows Charlie a kiss. He reconsiders not being ready to kill her and almost blows her head off. Vilma's too damn fast. Tamaki fainted.

"I'm glad you're okay." It's the first thing Charlie's said since they arrived, and they're on the fourth bottle of wine. Tamaki drank up the first two himself, mostly, and even for his sturdy alcohol tolerance, the effects are starting to show. He's becoming much more relaxed, confidant again, and lingering near the open window. Charlie keeps an eye on him, in case that bitch wants to use him for bargaining again.

"I already talked to Kennit," he goes on, detecting the slur in his own voice. "You guys will live here. Lyra cou-could use an extra hand. And you were always wandering places you weren’t supposta. supposed to go." Tamaki shoots him a grateful smile, so bright against the fake night sky that Charlie has to put down his glass fast or he'll drop it.

"Thank you for saving me," is what Tamaki begins to say, but only gets so far as the second word before he's crushed against the window frame, Charlie pressing their lips together. Tamaki's hands falter and cup over Charlie's cheeks, trying to ease the other boy back a little, to give him room to breath, too keep Charlie from bruising his lips. He won't budge. He slides his tongue between Tamaki's lips and grins at the shocked gasp, the wiry squirm against him.

He's light like a girl and for a second Charlie's forgotten who he's got trapped underneath him when they hit the bed. Less like a girl, really, but like a tiny, frightened bird, twisting his wings under the other boy's hands. Each time Charlie looks at him he tries to find something other than confusion and fear over that face. It's starting to dissolve now, replaced with a firm red blush and eyes wide with inexperience and anticipation.

"Charlie," he manages when the kisses halts. He's too accommodating, helping Charlie pry him out of his shirt. "Charlie, I should go-" It the end, he stops asking to leave (he didn't mean it anyway, he's such a little tease, that's how the hosts work, you know). He promised he wasn't going to go anywhere, and Charlie isn't sure of himself enough to let Tamaki out of his sight yet.

fjksdkjsdkjdsjkdkjsdjk REDUCED TO INCOHERENCY, I SHOULD ALMOST-DIE MORE OFTEN

Allen and Haruhi
Allen and River
Allen and Kanda (lskdjfkls I WILL IF YOU WILL)

Yumichika and Kanda
Yumichika and Hibari
Yumichika and Ikkaku

Mello and Near
Mello and Hibari

Spitfire and Kanda...?

Tamaki and Hibari
Tamaki and Akito (and/or Agito)

Akira and Agkito
Akira and Hibari
Akira and River

Azula and Hibari
Azula and Haruhi (oh my god)

Sasuke and Naruto
Franziska and Gumshoe
Sasuke and Suigetsu

At first she makes Allen so nervous he can barely look at her, let alone talk. Even talking is impossible, because the poor, sad nothings she comes up with are like a kick to the chest. Allen can't handle her when she falls into a fit. He tries to help, but he can't do much besides clutch at her hands and dodge a blow. River, he says over and over again, trying to remind her, to ground her, to do something. It's worse than an Akuma's birth, this slow show of her slipping away.

Her brother kindness reminds him of Mana, of a family, about how nice it would be to have someone like him. Maybe like Ravi, he thinks, but gentler and a little quieter sometimes. He likes Simon a lot, but he gets the feeling the Doctor doesn't trust him. He and River are so close that it's impossible to come between them (who would), int he way that Linali and her brother are. Really, seeing them together just makes him homesick.

River is like a moth trapped between a windowpane and the screen, and the only way to set it free is to bring it into your own world. He can't look at her, like she's the bright light and he's the mother, actually. It's complicated, she's extremely complicated.

OH OH SIRIUS/EVAN

yessssssss

In a new place, with new people and powers around them it feels as though this is even a new person standing in front of him.

The fight is all Naruto's shaking fists and tearing fingers, trying not to cry while Sasuke stays perfectly immobile on the fake grass of their dome. Make-believe sunlight pounds onto the make-believe battle that exists between them as Naruto crouches breathless and desperate over his friend, shreds of the Akatsuki cloak between his fingers. Sasuke looks through them, trying to discern if they're become claws now.

"How could you," Naruto rasps and punches him in the face, hauling Sasuke back up for another. "They tried to kill Gaara, they killed Ero Sennin- How many piece of shit bad guys do you have to side with anyway!"

"As many as it takes to get through to you." Sasuke kicks Naruto off easily and sits up. His shirt underneath is scratched and blood blossoms up from the gashes on his collarbone. Naruto lingers a few paces away, low hisses like the animal he is. He isn't putting up a good show, because he looks more disappointed and abandoned than anything else. Sasuke doesn't need to ask if Sakura or Kakashi are here. Hebi and the others are missing as well. There is no Konoha, no Orochimaru, no Akatsuki and no Uchiha. It's just the two of them.

"Come here," he says and isn't sure what he means by it, so the confusion over Naruto's face is shared.

"What for?" he snaps. "You want me to punch you again??" Sasuke shakes his head and his mind races when Naruto takes the cautious paces forward, fists raised and teeth bared. This short sighted world is missing so much, and still so full of indecisions, he thinks, reaching out to touch the boy's forehead protector.

OHHHHH MY GOD, these two. Jackie you're going to kill me. Please write these two forever. Please write everything forever :((((( ♥

WARREN AND CORDELIA.

anya and azula.

anya and tamaki.

warren and... all of the possibilities are terrifying. tieria.

anya and mello.

ilu anya

Tamaki and Anya have battles over who can have the most enthusiasm for the most mundane aspect of everyday life. Frankly, it's really all honest excitement on their parts, but residents take to gambling on who will out excite the other over something like tea grinds or plumbers. Anya thinks Tamaki being part of the bourgeois class makes it a little too convenient that he's so enthused about everything and points out that he can be annoying once and a while. Buffy and the other remind cautiously deaf in these moments, for fear of pointing out her own traits.

There's too much energy for everything between them that eventually it resonates off each other and they kiss- once, twice. And when Tamaki tries to apologize for being too presumptuous, she tugs him down after her.

residents take to gambling on who will out excite the other over something like tea grinds or plumbers

cry cry ♥

warren and spitfire. I'LL SHOW YOU ZERO. :-L

...th-this prompt.

I feel like I can just write like.. them in bed, Spitfire like staring at the ceiling.

"Zero for stamina," he mutters.

Tamaki and Kyouya.
Tamaki and Andrew.
Spitfire and Andrew.
Spitfire and Nathan.
Azula and Asuka.
Tiera and Mal.
Mello and Faith.
Crowley and Sylar?
Kennit and Dolohov.
Leo and anyone, I dare you.

It's functionally impossible for them to really ever get along. Mal's made up of unavoidable mishaps and plans that never quite go according to plan. Tieria has a certain gauge for how far a mission can drift from its original objective before his body can no longer recalibrate their route. To the Meister, the world around him exists on a narrow path with success or failure lined up neatly on either say. That kind of line doesn't exist for Mal- and if it did, it ain't like he would've followed it anyway.

What they did have in common, however, was the comfort of the sky between them. Either man couldn't completely exist on land for very long. It tugged at the fiber of his being- or the fiber optics or whatever in their little robot pal. They longed after the sky for different reasons. To Mal it was open and unpredictable (just like he liked) and to Tieria it was closed and warm, like the heart of Veda.

He keeps quiet, but makes trouble with that attitude of his, which is why three days later Mal is ready to haul him into a spare pod and let him drift forever. Book has warning looks all over that those sorts of things would be inhumane- but his expression tells Mal he has the same suspicions. Tieria doesn't eat or sleep, and he knows too much about the rest of the ship for having only been in the engine room.

Kaylee might've been on the kid's side, Mal thinks, ducking low into the warm, humming room. Then again, if that girl were here we wouldn't have picked up whatever this thing is- Tieria.

"You got a real way of gettin' into people's business, don't you?" he announces his arrival loudly, but the boy doesn't jump. Too bad. He's got no right idea what he does here, cause Kaylee was always tinkering away. The one's just sitting around, lazy as sin, or something less well known to the captain. Tieria doesn't respond, which just infuriates him even more, like he's listenin to somebody else. To be fair, ever since Kaylee went they've all been on edge, shaky and waiting for something to tip them over the edge. Nobody was ready for a new face, but Serenity needed to get into the air. They needed to put distance between them and the last place Kaylee'd been. But just now, watching the kid sit in the middle of all her parts, where Kaylee should be, just grates Mal all sorts of wrong ways. He can never stay in there for long.

River used to go hysterical whenever they first crossed paths. She knew what Tieria was, the rest of them just gotta guess. Now though, she explains to Mal, he isn't so bad. All gears but they're broken. Somebody pulled out an important part and threw him away, through galaxies.

"Seems mighty likely," Mal amends. He'll never get used to the way River looks at you, like she's the last face you see on a battlefield.

"He lost somebody too," she says and brings the ship into another low, listless drift. "But he's getting better," River adds with whatever part of her voice is supposed to sound cheerful (caught high and tight), "Serenity is helping him." Yeah, him and us both.

Oh my god, Jackie, maybe you can write River from now on, okay? Okay ♥

gjhdjkfg NO. PLEASE. ALL YOURS.

don't ever apologize. aaaaah holy shit jax you write firefly amazingly, and this is weird and heartbreaking.

They notice him mid third drink at Swayze's, when Lockon steps into the backroom to fetch something with Setsuna (Simca and Spitfire elbow each other about that until their sides purple). There's Nathan Petrelli in the corner, sloshing a drink all over the counter. It's his beard that's the focal point of their staring anyway. Simca and Spitfire take long, identical sips from their sangria, weighing over his disheveled appearance.

"It's spooky," she says at last.

"Like a wild animal. I can't look away." He does, eventually, when Simca paws at his arm and makes bear noises for a solid three minutes. Nathan, for as dead to the world as he is, seems to hear this and shoot them a withering look. By that time however, Lockon has returned to shower Simca with his attention and his limited gaze. Setsuna's no where to be found, and boredom and neglect wells in the pit of Spitfire's stomach, stewing into the idea to slide into the seat next to Nathan with some fresh gin.

"You're welcome," he says sumptuously, pushing the glass to the former congressman. "Try not to get it in your beard."

"Go away," Nathan mutters, voice thick and gaze apart. Spitfire has no intention to do such a thin and rests an arm on the counter, looking after him expectantly until Nathan finishes his drink, then fetches him another. He ignores the jars and keeps supplying the sullen Petrelli more drinks, until at last he slips into the familiar dark where he thinks he can hear Linderman and maybe Peter, but mostly his mother.

He wakes up and feels a cold surface under his fingers and- for a fleeting second- Nathan thinks he's in his coffin. When he opens his eyes though, he's on his bathroom floor. And when he turns the lights on, he catches his face in the mirror.

Much better Simca's lipstick reads, scrawled across the glass bearing his clean-shaven reflection. There's a lipstick smudge on his cheek as well.

"I'll have to thank them," Peter says over breakfast with a bemused smile. Nathan tries not to grin back, mixing his first drink of the day. Peter's face falls into disappointment, then confusion. "Hey, I think he cut your hair too.."

Azula and Chrome?

It isn't that Azula is a woman to hold grudges. What transpired between herself and Rokudou was a fair fight- even if she had lost. Azula will never be all right with losing, but she survived and wore on through her time in Babylon. Unlike Hibari she has no need for a rematch to prove her own strength. She'll grow more powerful than that man can tear down and, inevitably, he'll craw to her side. It's after Zuko and Tsunayoshi steal her child that she overextends her own abilities and the sting of old wounds open and pour over, ruining her chances at a increase in power and status over some simple old wounds.

That's when she wants payback, or revenge, or whatever primitive way men grasp at broken goals. More than anything, she wants to possess something that's completely and wholly Mukuro's. It makes sense that she goes to find Chrome once Cox looks away long enough for her to escape.

She's hardly the genius at courting and this sort of sordid affair is a little beyond Ty Lee. It has to be careful too, or Rokudou will wake to her intentions and come to the girl's aid. So it's the slow sort of emotional seduction Azula used on the entire Dai Li. Even if she doesn't have the force of other Disciplinary Club members, Azula is quick to point out Chrome's accomplishments, her prim uniform, her steady hand in an argument. It's only a matter of time before she has Rokudou's girl in the club space, alone over the couch.

We've become fast friends, she says through a haze of her own anxiety, sliding a hand up Chrome's thigh. The hand Azula grasps through this charade is hardly steady anymore, and it turns her stomach.

I FEEL A LITTLE GUILTY FOR FINDING THIS SO HOT. ♥ (Azula makes everything hotter, god that pun was v. not intended I swear.)

Sirius and Cox, Sirius and Gilderoy, or (if you really want to make my day) Sirius and Charlie. TAKE YOUR PICK.

CHARLIE AND SPITFIRE

there now you have to.

NO. YOU DO IT I ASKED FIRST

HOW ABOUT WE BOTH WRITE IT. 321GO

no, just you

fine, but I'm not posting it until you do. oh snap, bargaining skills.

WHAT. FUCK. CHEAT

expected the unexpected

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Cox and Mello

CHARLIE AND AKIRA (p 1 of 3)

CHARLIE AND AKIRA (p 2 of 3)

CHARLIE AND AKIRA (p 2 of 3- PROVING A PATTERN)

CHARLIE AND TAMAKI (p. 1)

CHARLIE AND TAMAKI (p. 2)

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SO MANY

Allen and River

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NARUTO AND SASUKE

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AHAHAHAHA

omg warren and tieria jfhds DON'T TOUCH THERE...

Tamaki and Anya

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:>

crying.

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Tieria and Mal (sorry)

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SPITFIRE AND NATHAN

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