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Tell me about a story I haven't written, and I'll give you between one and three sentences from that story.


:)))

EDIT: Because it's me, I will try to keep it to 3 or less sentences, but it will probably be more like 6 or 7 xD
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Date: 2011-12-14 11:56 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dracothelizard.livejournal.com
The story of Dick Turpin holding up Charles II.

Date: 2011-12-15 12:01 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] amine-eyes.livejournal.com
"Well this is incredibly exciting. Tell me, do you often do this? What are the hours like? Do you have to work weekends?"

Dick gave him a look.

"Shouldn't you be screaming?"

Charles beamed at that, flopping onto the ground and pulling Dick with him, tangling them both up.

"We'll get to that later."

Really, that grin was dirtier than his.

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Date: 2011-12-14 11:58 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] doreyg.livejournal.com
HMS ANGSTALOT GO TO THE BEACH!

Date: 2011-12-15 12:04 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] amine-eyes.livejournal.com
"Look I have LOTS of things to do and I really don't want to spend the time with -"

"You think I want to spend time with you? I've got a Navy to run -"

"Oh please, you don't run the Navy -"

"Not yet -"

"BOTH OF YOU."

They paused.

Hardy tucked his towel under his arm.

"We are all going to the beach, we will paddle, have some icecream, and it will be fun. Do you understand?"

"Yessssssss," they replied sulkily.

"You still don't run the Navy though."

"Beatty!"

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Date: 2011-12-14 11:58 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] teh-kimeye.livejournal.com
George IV meets Gillian McKeith.

Date: 2011-12-15 12:10 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] amine-eyes.livejournal.com
"Do you want to know how much you've eaten?"

"Course I know how much I've eaten. I've got a copy of my menu here. Let's see, breakfast was a Full English, second breakfast was some toast, elevenses was another Full English but this time with no tomatoes because they're not quite right this time of year, lunch was -"

"Gillian?"

"Beau, I think she fainted. Pass me a buttered muffin will you?"

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Date: 2011-12-15 12:14 am (UTC)
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HMS Angstalot and MERMAIDS.

Date: 2011-12-15 12:26 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] amine-eyes.livejournal.com
"Fuck off you watery tart, he's ours!"

"... I'm what?"

"... Nelson said it first."

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Date: 2011-12-15 12:16 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] doreyg.livejournal.com
The story where James Smith was the highwayman.

Date: 2011-12-15 12:27 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] amine-eyes.livejournal.com
"You're a shit highwayman, you let people go, I bet you don't even have a hat, GOD."

"True," he replied mildly, "but I do have you on your back with no clothes on."

"... Well that's my choice."

"Keep telling yourself that."

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Date: 2011-12-15 12:18 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] doreyg.livejournal.com
HMS ANGSTALOT GO TO DISNEYLAND!

Date: 2011-12-15 12:51 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] amine-eyes.livejournal.com
"... We got kicked off Space Mountain. Not even toddlers having a tantrum get kicked off Space Mountain. I don't even know why you two - are you even listening to me?"

"They don't look like they're going to stop anytime soon, mate."

Hardy pinched the bridge of his nose.

"I know."

Mickey Mouse patted his shoulder and walked off to presumably spread happiness and cheer to unsuspecting people.

In front of him, Nelson and Beatty had gone past "I hate you," past "you drive me insane in a good way," and were now at "let's be completely inappropriate in front of children."

He was never going outside with them again.







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Date: 2011-12-15 12:41 am (UTC)
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From: [identity profile] caitri.livejournal.com
That LOTR/WWI mash-up!

Date: 2011-12-15 01:02 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] amine-eyes.livejournal.com
"Aragorn, there's more men across that field than in the whole trench section," said Eomer.

"We'll buy Frodo and Sam time."


"Aragorn, we've only got enough men to hold them off for half an hour," and Aragorn paused, looking at Eomer.

"Then we shall have to hold them for half an hour."

"And hope it's enough," he said under his breath, buckling his ammo pouch to his hip.



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Date: 2011-12-15 01:46 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] doreyg.livejournal.com
HMS ANGSTALOT IN A HOTEL BED. :DDD

Date: 2011-12-15 02:03 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] amine-eyes.livejournal.com
He's never leaving the ship again, he thinks as he watches Nelson and Beatty wrestle for control of the remote, it's too much hassle.

On the other hand, as the wrestle turns into grinds and moans, and their hands reach out to pull him closer, already starting to undress him, there are worse ways to enjoy a hotel room.

Especially when it comes with free condoms.

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Date: 2011-12-15 01:46 am (UTC)
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HMS ANGSTALOT SHARING AN APARTMENT!

Date: 2011-12-15 02:09 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] amine-eyes.livejournal.com
Hardy has his chair, his cutlery, and his towel, and woe betide anyone else who uses them.

Beatty puts up signs in the bathroom with elaborate diagrams of how sharing toothbrushes rots your cock (or something, his handwriting is appalling).

And Nelson gets them up at 6.30am on the dot, every morning, rain or shine, for a run, no excuses, not even if your limbs are falling off.

However, their bed is big enough for all three of them to share without kicking each other in the ribs, so it's not all bad.

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Date: 2011-12-15 01:47 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] doreyg.livejournal.com
The one where Nelson and Beatty had to share a bed, and discovered that they had a lot more in common than they thought. :DDD

Date: 2011-12-15 02:15 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] amine-eyes.livejournal.com
So it wasn't ideal, the first time they shared a bed - the morning after was full of accusations and angry lashing out and hurt hangover aches where there shouldn't have been if they'd both been sober.

And the second was cold silence, while the third was because Hardy was missing and they needed someone who understood what they were feeling.

But the fourth - well, after they heard Hardy was safe and well, they needed someone to celebrate with as well.

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Date: 2011-12-15 01:47 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] doreyg.livejournal.com
The start of Nelson/Hardy/Beatty.

Date: 2011-12-15 01:59 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] amine-eyes.livejournal.com
Beatty blames Nelson - says he would never have dared kissing Hardy and then kissing him, if it wasn't for Nelson's smug face.

Nelson blames Beatty - says he wouldn't have dared Beatty if Beatty had just stopped mooning over Hardy for one moment.

Hardy blames the rum - if they hadn't drunk their way through two bottles of it, he wouldn't have kissed them both back, and ended up in bed.

Unfortunately, he can't blame it on the rum the next time it happens. Or the third. (

But he can blame the fifth on tequila.)

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Date: 2011-12-15 01:49 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] doreyg.livejournal.com
HMS ANGSTALOT AT HOGWARTS!

Date: 2011-12-15 02:58 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] amine-eyes.livejournal.com
"Do you know just how badly you could have been injured? It's a MIRACLE your arm is still attached to your shoulder let alone in one piece, and YOU! What made you think diving out of a third floor window was a good idea?!"

Nelson shrugs, looking at Hardy. Hardy shrugs back.

"Beatty, the first year was going to drown," they say, as though that makes everything right.

"You - UGH you're both so Gryffindor!"

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Date: 2011-12-15 02:13 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] doreyg.livejournal.com
The one where nobody can read Beatty's handwriting, and people find this endearing.

Date: 2011-12-15 03:01 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] amine-eyes.livejournal.com
It's a stupid stereotype that doctors have the worst writing - after all, if people can't read the prescriptions, then they can't get better.

But as Nelson and Hardy try to decipher the latest note pinned to the fridge, trying to work out if Beatty actually needs a lift back from the hospital that night -

Well, there's a reason surgeons have assistants who write things down for them.

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Date: 2011-12-15 02:50 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] kiitos13.livejournal.com
HMS Angstalot
Shivering in the lamplight

Date: 2011-12-15 03:11 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] amine-eyes.livejournal.com
The lamp sways as the ship drifts in the current, wisps of ice forming on the window as the three of them huddle together for warmth.

Sniping - from all sides - has long since stopped, instead, they curl tighter as the night grows colder, Nelson squished in the middle as Hardy tangles their feet and Beatty tangles their arms.

And as the night edges closer to dawn and the chance of warmth returning to the ship, their eyes drift shut, and maybe (though they'll deny it later), their fingers tangle together, and small smiles appear on their sleeping faces.

Date: 2011-12-15 03:14 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] kiitos13.livejournal.com
HMS Angstalot
Beatty dreams.

Date: 2011-12-15 03:29 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] amine-eyes.livejournal.com
He dreams of hands wandering up his spine, caressing his hips as low voices whisper their dark desires into all his hollows and curves, dreams of flashing eyes and reckless smiles and the smell of the sea and sweat on revealed skin.

He dreams of panting shakes and gasping moans as he rocks on one body and sucks on another, feeling full and wanted and needed as the moans turn to groans and his groin goes tight and his hair is gripped tight enough to hurt.

And then it's dawn, and he wakes.

Alone.

Again.

Date: 2011-12-15 03:14 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] kiitos13.livejournal.com
Charlie and Sothers
Somebody is ticklish

Date: 2011-12-15 03:55 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] amine-eyes.livejournal.com
"Come on Sothers," he says, reaching out to grab Sotherby's side, "it'll be fun I promise!

"Sire, it's highly inappropriate and I really thi - EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"

...

Charles looks down at the floor, where Sotherby managed to throw himself after Charles' hand brushed his side.

He grins, and Sotherby gets a sinking feeling that he's doomed.

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Date: 2011-12-15 03:15 am (UTC)
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HMS angstalot
Calming Beatty down with orgasms. :DDD

Date: 2011-12-15 04:15 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] amine-eyes.livejournal.com
One never does it - Beatty can still keep going wowing fellow surgeons with his medical skill, insulting the guy in the coffee shop, and snarking at Hardy and Nelson like his life depends on it.

Two comes close - He's pliable at least, able to at stay still for a moment as Hardy and Nelson get their breath back, though his mouth still goes at a hundred miles an hour.

Three, on the other hand - well.

It's like magic, the way Beatty collapses into a fucked out blissful state, only able to speak in "hhhmmmmmmgph" and "bbrbbbrb", sweat pouring off his skin as he shudders through Hardy (or Nelson)(or on one memorable occaision, both) pulling out, needing to be manhandled to one side of the bed so that they can all fit on.

Wonderful, wonderful magic, as Beatty is finally silent.

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Date: 2011-12-15 03:16 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] doreyg.livejournal.com
Dick Turpin/James Smith - celebration sex after Dick stops being a penguin.

Date: 2011-12-15 04:33 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] amine-eyes.livejournal.com
As soon as the light fades from the device, and Dick runs a quick check over his body to check that all the limbs that are supposed to be there are, he leaps and knocks James to the floor.

"Dick, hang on, you've only just -" James starts to say, but Dick silences him with a plundering kiss, full of heat and fire.

"I've been a penguin for two sodding months," he eventually says, already scrabbling at James' belt, and really (oh really), James can't refuse that.

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Date: 2011-12-15 03:18 am (UTC)
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Blenkintravers
They're going home

Date: 2011-12-15 04:35 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] amine-eyes.livejournal.com
They're - It -

The truck moves slowly off, silence in the fields around, and Blenkinsop turns to face Maltravers with wide eyes and hope - wild wild hope - bubbling up, ready to escape.

"We're going home," he whispers, and the look of sheer joy on Maltravers' face mirrors his own.

Date: 2011-12-15 03:18 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] doreyg.livejournal.com
Hardy/Nelson, car!sex

Date: 2011-12-15 04:40 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] amine-eyes.livejournal.com
"Hor-Horatio I really don't think this is a good idea, someone Ohhhhhhh someone could seeeeeee and this is not the most comfortable place -"

Nelson moves away, raises an eyebrow even as he grinds down.

"Hardy, stop worrying and fuck me."

And, well, he's always done what he's told.

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Date: 2011-12-15 03:21 am (UTC)
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Blenkintravers
Casablanca

Date: 2011-12-15 04:53 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] amine-eyes.livejournal.com
He'll be happy - they'll be happy - and really, that's all that matters.

But as Maltravers waves them off, he can't help the tears.

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Date: 2011-12-15 04:35 am (UTC)
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Bob/Mike - Vegas wedding.

Date: 2011-12-15 04:55 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] amine-eyes.livejournal.com
There's glitter everywhere.

And as Bob wakes up next to him (next to him oh God), wearing a matching ring, there's only one thought going through Mike's mind.

He's never going to Vegas again.

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Date: 2011-12-15 04:37 am (UTC)
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Bob/Mike - going on holiday.

Date: 2011-12-15 04:56 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] amine-eyes.livejournal.com
Bob hates beaches.

Mike hates mountains.

But they both like the pub, so their holiday ends up being a pub crawl, so it's not all bad.

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Date: 2011-12-15 04:37 am (UTC)
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Bob/Mike, Hogwarts.

Date: 2011-12-15 04:59 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] amine-eyes.livejournal.com
"And then, after the spells and helicopters and walking statues except not helicopters 'cos that would be stupid -"

"Bob, please be quiet, I'm trying to revise."

"Make me Mikey-Bo - Mmmmmmmmph!"

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Date: 2011-12-15 04:38 am (UTC)
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Bob/Mike, christmas party.

Date: 2011-12-15 05:07 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] amine-eyes.livejournal.com
He's going to put spiders in Sam's desk, he thinks, she knew that mistletoe and alcohol and Bobsy mixed with terrifying results.

But as Bob parts his mouth and wraps his hand in Mike's hair, tugging him closer, he can't really bring himself to care.

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