montague_sheep

Character's Name: Vincent Alexandros Crabbe
Age: 26
Birthdate: December 27, 1981
Family background: He is the second son of Georg and Megaira Crabbe. His elder brother, Alexandros, died suddenly at age twelve. Vincent was born a year later. His father was a Death Eater. Both parents were killed in the war. There's no lost love there.
House in School: Slytherin
Bloodline: Pureblood
Political Views: Mudbl- oh, wait, he's supposed to be "reformed". He believes in whatever Tiberius Dent wants him to believe.

I fell into a burning ring of fire....

Title: Fallen
Author: pyrobear
Characters: Vincent Crabbe/Millicent Bulstrode
Rating NC-17
Words: 2100
Summary: Right now it wasn't a time for making love or any of that utter bullshit. It was about one thing and one thing only. Fucking.
Disclaimer: Characters aren't mine. I just like to play in the sand box and make sandcastles.
Author's Note: Written for the prompt 'first time' over at hp_humpdrabbles. May or may not be considered character canon/PS!verse.

( She's blood, flesh and bone )

Best wishes for the holiday season. Enjoy.

-Julian

( Special delivery )

Category: Pink Sheep RPG

The flat was silent and dark, save for the twinkling lights of the little Christmas tree, when Ernie and Lisa Apparated home after midnight mass with the Turpins. Lisa'd always loved the Christmas Eve service; there was something about the combination of the holy presence and the Christmas music that always got her.

Shedding her nondescript black wool coat, she turned and laced her fingers through Ernie's belt loops, drawing him closer to her. "Thank you," she murmured, kissing his cheek, "for coming. I know you didn't really want to."
 
"Anything for you, love."
 
( is you )

Astoria,

Thinking of you.

-Julian

( Attached )

Category: Pink Sheep RPG

Stephen was not in a good mood. It was almost Christmas, which meant two weeks of parties at Carisbrooke and 'family bonding,' if you could call it that. Balls and dinners, teas and informal gatherings, they all made him want to slit his wrists.

And Cassie, the one bright spot he'd been counting on to help get him through the week, was deserting him. All in all, Stephen was not a happy man.

She hated leaving Stephen to spend what was supposed to be the happiest time of the year with the family that tormented him. What Cassie really wanted was to bring him with her, to show him how a real family spent time together. It was too soon for that, though. Such an invitation implied things about their relationship that hadn't even been hinted at yet.

( Until someone comes along and gives it meaning )

For laters, ducks.

Category: Pink Sheep RPG

"Here," Ben tossed the keys in Stephen's direction as the last of the patrons shuffled out, arms around each other and singing merrily. "Make yourself useful and lock the doors."

Stephen examined the keys with a curious eye. "You mean you don't just use wards?"

Ben rolled his eyes and snatched the keys from his friend's hand. "You are bloody useless, I hope you realize that."

( He should remember that four of his fingers are pointing at himself )

Category: Pink Sheep RPG


Lavender was not snooping. She was absolutely not snooping around in Dean's brother's room. She had a perfectly legitimate reason for being there. She was looking for... toilet paper. And if she happened upon juicy information or possible blackmail material while she was in there? Well, that was beside the point, wasn't it?

And that was the story she was sticking with if someone walked in. Though why she was looking for toilet paper between his mattresses would be a bit more difficult to explain away.

Her lips formed a little O when she drew away with a small plastic baggy dangling from her fingers. If this was what she thought it was, no one would be to terribly annoyed by how she found it. With a little giggle, she pushed to her feet and dashed back to Parvati's room. "Look, look, look!" she said, taking a flying leap onto the bed. "Look what I found!"

( because those who mind don't matter and those who matter don't mind )

Angelina moved around her flat, merrily shaking her groove thang to the Christmas music that blast all around her and wildly directed the decorative ribbons streaming from the end of her wand. She'd procrastinated decorating this year and was trying to fling up some holiday cheer before company arrived--like usual. But so far she thought she'd done rather well. The windows were perfectly frosted, gold ribbon was attaching itself to the counter, there was a festive center piece on her coffee table and there weren't empty champagne bottles scattered everywhere.

( You are safe here )

Category: Pink Sheep RPG

Hidden in the shadows of the back of the club, Julian sipped on a tumbler of his best Irish whiskey as he watched the happenings. It was quiet tonight; with Christmas on the near horizon, patronage was not at its peek. Too many people wanted to be with their families, to cherish and reflect during the holidays. Not Julian, though.

He didn't have a family to cherish.

( Good things come for boys who wait )

Category: Pink Sheep RPG

Sighing, Lisa snuggled deeper into Ernie's side. It was cold outside, but she was warm and comfortable in front of the fire, nestled with her husband on the sofa. Outside the window, it was snowing lightly, almost making her long for her little cottage on the moors. But it wasn't home anymore.

Home was here, with Ernie.

Ernie glanced down at the top of Lisa's head and smiled, pressing a kiss into her hair. "Happy?"

"The happiest I've ever been," she answered honestly, glancing up at him with a smile. "Ready for our first Christmas together?"

( Wonder, hope, a dream of possibilities )

Category: Pink Sheep RPG


Giving her coat and scarf to the waiting elf, Millicent made her way to the gentleman's parlour. She waved off a second elf who attempted to guide her. It was unnecessary. She knew the way. She had spent many a happy night listening to her brothers discuss business, absorbing everything--even when they thought she wasn't listening.

Of course, Gentleman's Parlour brought to mind a very specific image and once she started growing breasts those happy nights had ceased abruptly. It seemed nobody knew what to do with actual physical proof that she was a girl. Not her brothers and certainly not Millicent. Bloody hell, that had been a trying time, still was if she wanted to be honest with herself, but those thoughts were best kept to herself. She would be lying, however, if she said she wasn't surprised by Dominic's owl.

Gentleman's parlour. 16:00. Be prompt.

( Paving the road to hell? )