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[minervasolo]

Make a list of all the characters in your icons. (Although you may have more than one icon of a single character, they only go on the list once.) Alphabetize it. Take the first two people on the list; that's your first pairing. Second two people; second pairing. etc.

I'm skipping kids and animals, because thouse aren't really pairings I want to contemplate (and you just know they'd pair up with another character in the most pervy way possible). And the housekeeper from Father Ted, mostly because I can't remember her name right now.

Aya/Bart
Aya wouldn't know what to do with Bart. All grown up Bart would be thrilled at a chance to practice Japanese and see a katana in action, and would be all freaked out that Aya was a killed but sympathise over the sister thing. And somewhere in the whirlwind of enthusiasm, Aya would find himself having wild, cheerful sex with Bart. And then feel guilty about it, because it wouldn't help him avenge his sister. Until Bart talked him into calling her (this is Gluhen Aya, after all) and he'd be chatting away before he even realised he was.

Bobby and Jean Paul/Draco Malfoy
Bobby makes no sense, but Jean Paul and Draco would be attracted to each other out of pure snark (it's fanart, so I'm assuming a distinctly fanon Draco; Maya's, in fact). Though Jean Paul would hate him for being a racist aristocrat. Mostly, any sex would be hate sex. And Bobby looking startled and horrified, especially when Draco's rhetoric reminds him of his father's.

Darth Vader/Detective
Some sort of weird scifi crossover. Even Ihartdarth Vader doesn't make this work any better in my head. So, um.

FrankNFurter/Gaz
Poor Gaz. Lets face it, if he ever slept with a bloke, it'd be someone like Frank. He'd be drunk. Frank would have had Donna first, and Gaz'd probably be there to hit him.

Grand Moff Tarkin/Jereon
Much as I love Peter Cushing, he is too old. Though since both characters are dead, maybe this is ghost sex. Can't see hippy Jereon taking well to Tarkin regardless. More hatesex?

Midnighter and the Engineer/Rose and Eddie
Somehow my icons have conspired to produce a foursome. Mostly, Rose would seduce the Engineer (Angie) in the name of experimentation, which Mid would have a long talk with Eddie about resolving his sexual orientation. Eddie would then run off to Zach Zatanna, while Mid went back to his husband. Ed might stop to watch Angie and Rose first though, because he no longer has those sexual hangups (and Rose would probably invite him to join in, because tails are fun)

William Mosely/Vyvan
It's Peter from Narnia, and the punk from the Young Ones. 1940s straight-laced pure of heart teenager, and 1980s angry and rebellious teenager. Actually, I think I just talked myself into that one. Through some strange timetravelling accident, Peter ends up in the 80s, is horrified, and joins Vyvan in punkhood and toaster eating. They'd kick Rick out of the house, and Peter would have his room. Coolguy Mike would probably try and score with Susan.

I don't have many icons with women in. A couple with girls that I skipped, but still. That's a strange meme.

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[apiphile.livejournal.com]

Her name is Mrs. Doyle.

If you want to write Peter/Vyvian, I will PAY YOU MONEY. LIKE, FIFTY PEE.

You know, I didn't mean to actually /write/ the fic...

[minervasolo.livejournal.com]

Oh dear. Going on the D, she'd have been off with FrankNFurter. That's... yes.

I am being tempted by Peter/Vyvyan, so tempted. Peter sets off through one wardrobe, and instead of furcoats finds himself stumbling over large boots, and it smeels /really/ bad. He probably ends up coming out of a cardboard box. It's the same house he left, but it must have been looted during a blackout. Even most of the furniture's gone. The boy in the bed looks like he might have been one of the white witch's human minions; he's got strange coloured hair and stars on his head. He's reading a magazne with, gasp, naked women. Peter doesn't know where to look.

"Where'dyoo come from?" the boy asks, in an almost incomprehensible accent. Peter can't stop staring at him. The boy shrugs, and goes back to his dirty magazine. He has one hand in his trousers. Peter can't take his eyes off him.

"Where am I?" he manages to ask.

The boy, with a very put upon sigh, pulls his hand from his trsouers and stands up. The trousers fall down. He's not wearing any underwear, and his penis is erect. And also pierced. Peter feels a little faint. The boy pulls up his trousers and buttons them up. Peter recognises the material, but he's never actually seen anyone wear it. The other boy is wearing some sort of undershirt, and what might once have been a wes'coat. They're all covere din metaland bits of other material. While he's staring, the other boy grabs his arm and pulls him over to the window.

"'ere," he says. "We're 'ere." Job apparently done, he climbs back onto the bed and reaches for the magazine again.

It's horrible.

"The germans won?" Peter asks.

"Won wot?"

"The war."

The youth shrugs. "Dunno. Di'n' do history." He grins. "I'm a medical student."

Peter's eyes widen. "You're going to be a doctor?"

"Wan'a see my corpse?" He sounds almost conversational. Magazine apparently forgotten now, he gets up and ambles over to a closet. He open it, and sure enough, a corpse falls out. As does another young man, who look very angry.

"Vyvan, you fascist poofter! How dare you lock the People's Poet in there with a, a, a,"

"Dead body," Peter supplies. While this one's clothes look a little more familiar, there's something about him he really doesn't like.

"Get out, Rick." And the young man Peter is what he'd have to suppose is intimately acquainted with, even though he doesn't know his name (Vyvan, it sounded like, but surely what was a young woman's name), picked up 'Rick', and threw him out the window.

"Yoo can 'ave 'is room now, if yoo like," Vyvan said. "'e was a right wanker."

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CoolGuyMike filled Peter in on the forty years he'd missed. He was appalled. He felt terrible for even thinking it, but maybe the Germans should have won. What was the point? What was the point of having good manners and clean clothes and being polite? He understood Vyvan now. Vyvan had the right attitude.

The piercings hurt, but Peter found he quite enjoyed the property damage aspects of being a punk. He didn't like the music, but the drinking was spiffing. And the swearing. And the not washing. One of his vests had gained sentience yesterday, and it had been a bitter battle to the death. It reminded him of Narnia, in a way.

"Oi've just 'ad the most brilliant idea," he told Vyvan. "Let's go let all the lions at the zoo out."

Vyv would even share his dirty magazine with Peter, and show him what to do. Peter didn't care that what they were doing had been illegal in his time. Now he was angry that the government was trying to make it illegal again. Which meant doing it at every oppurtunity possible. In public, to show defiance.

Peter decided that he actually quite liked the eighties. They should never have happened, of course, but now they had, well. Sometimes he looked back at the box he had come through into this world, and walked over to it, wondering if he could prevent this form happening. And sometimes he thought about Vyvan's tongue piercing, and kicked the box until it was a crmpled, useless heap.

Re: You know, I didn't mean to actually /write/ the fic...

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I love you, I owe you 50p which I will send taped to some cardboard as soon as I have your address, and I'm so linking to this.