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For: ktprincesswitch
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Harry/Ron/Hermione
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 276
Song: "Love is a Battlefield" - Pat Benatar

we are strong, no one can tell us we’re wrong
searchin’ our hearts for so long

Ron cracks one eye open as the morning sunlight streams through the window, and rolls over, slinging his arms around Hermione’s waste. She sighs softly and snuggles back against him, molding herself to his body.

Harry sits up on her other side, and meets Ron’s eyes. “What’s going on?” he asks.

Ron cocks his head to the side, trying to figure out why Harry is in their bed, then remembers and smiles.

“Sleepy Head doesn’t want to wake up.”

Harry grins and pokes Hermione in the ribs until she opens her eyes.

She stares at him for a moment, then at Ron on her other side, and says, “What the…?”

“Don’t look at me,” Harry says. “It was your idea.”

“What was my idea?” she asks, and pulls the covers tight around herself.

Ron laughs and buries his face in her neck.

“Remember? Harry came over here last night upset because that bloke stood him up. And then you started passing out firewhisky and convinced me to kiss him.”

Hermione blushes. “Oh, my. I remember that.”

“And then you kissed me,” Harry adds softly.

“And then we ended up in here,” Ron says.

Hermione sits up, pulling the covers ever tighter, and with all the dignity she can muster, says, “And it was a brilliant idea. It should’ve been the three of us from the start. You both know that.”

Ron and Harry nod at her, and she smiles and says, “I’m going to take a shower. You two can come if you’d like.”

She drops the covers, and the two of them glance at each other, and scramble to race each other to the shower.






For: sassyseahawk
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Remus/Sirius
Rating: G
Word Count: 231
Song: "Everytime We Touch" - Pat Cascada

forgive me my weakness but I don’t know why
without you it’s hard to survive

In the days following Sirius’s death, Remus spends a lot of time locked up alone in his room at Grimmauld Place. He tries not to think, but of course, thoughts float through his brain anyway.

Snatches of images of schoolboy pranks.

Glimpses of a future he could’ve had if he’d only done one small thing differently.

He feels like he’s had the air knocked out of him, like the moment Sirius fell, he got punched in the gut, and he’s still waiting for his breath to come back.

Sometimes he talks to Sirius.

He’s not crazy, he knows Sirius can’t hear him.

But it helps to ease the throbbing silence in the room, and anything that keeps his mind off the Sirius isn’t here, Sirius isn’t here, Sirius isn’t here is a welcome distraction.

Sometimes he says, “I’m sorry,” but he never knows what he means.

Some days he thinks he means, “I’m sorry I couldn’t save you.” Other times it’s, “I’m sorry I let you leave Grimmauld Place.”

But on days like today, when he’s crying so hard that each gasp for breath becomes painful, when he wishes it was him that fell through the veil, when he imagines what his life might be like now if someone else had been fighting Bellatrix LeStrange…

Days like today, he doesn’t know what he means.

But he says it anyway.

“I’m sorry.”






For: ktprincesswitch
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Ron/Hermione
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 171
Song: "How Can We Be Lovers" - Michael Bolton

still tryin to work it out
never get it right

Hermione is maddening. She’s always either nagging, or lecturing, or giving him that Ronald Weasley, you are an idiot look she gets whenever he does something she doesn’t approve of.

Some days, Ron thinks about leaving her. He thinks about packing up his stuff, and moving into his own flat, and living the bachelor life for awhile. He thinks about it, for all of five minutes, then he starts thinking about how lonely that would be, and how much he would miss her, and how boring his life would be without her there to tell him what a prat he was being.

So he stops thinking about that, and smiles through the lecture.

“Why are you smiling?” she asks, putting her hands on her hips.

My beautiful, angry goddess, he thinks, and kisses her.

She makes a “harrumph”ing noise, but allows him to carry her to their bed.

She’s maddening, she nags, she lectures, and she’s also his beautiful, wonderful, wife, and Merlin help him, but he loves her for it.






For: the_rocklobster
Fandom: The O.C.
Pairing: Zach/Anna
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 175
Song: "Who's Gonna Ride Your Wild Horses" - U2

oh, the deeper I spin
oh, the hunter will sin for your ivory skin

Anna is an enigma.

Some days she kisses him and holds him tight until he burns from her touch, then she smiles that dubious smile and turns away, and leaves him aching for her.

Some days she doesn’t hold him at all, just locks his dorm room door and unbuttons his jeans, silencing his protests about waiting until marriage with a kiss that feels more like an assault on his lips than a loving gesture. She pushes him down on his bed and rides him until he can’t breathe. But as soon as she has come, she smiles that same smile, that stupid fucking smile that he’ll never understand, and leaves.

And then some days, she holds his hand while they walk across the campus, and kisses him gently on the lips when they get to her classroom.

Some days she does all three.

She is his beautiful little enigma, wrapped up in another enigma, until all that he’s left with is a mess of frustration and incomprehension.

He loves her, every single confusing inch.






For: sassyseahawk
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Lucius/Sirius
Rating: PG
Word Count: 150
Song: "Bad Boy" - Cascada

be my bad boy, be my man
be my week-end lover, but don't be my friend

“Come by for a little cold comfort, Black?” Lucius drawls, leaning against the doorway.

“Shut up, Malfoy.” Sirius crosses his arms defiantly, and tries not to shift from foot to foot guiltily.

Lucius shrugs. “Just figured that since Lupin is still completely blind to the way you chase him around like a dog—“

Sirius flinches, briefly wonders if Snape has sold them out, but Lucius keeps going, unfazed, and Sirius decides it’s just a coincidence.

“—that maybe you’re fishing around for someone more befitting your status.” He looks down at his nails, holds them out in front of his face and examines them. “Honestly, Black. He’s beneath you.”

Sirius lunges at him, pins him down against the floorboards, one hand gripping both of Lucius’s wrists above his head.

“And now, so are you,” he growls.

“So I am,” Lucius agrees, and his mouth briefly twists into a sarcastic smile.






For: kaciagemini
Fandom: Scrubs
Pairing: JD/Dr. Cox
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 429
Song: "Everything You Want" - Vertical Horizon

you're waiting for someone to put you together
you're waiting for someone to push you away
there's always another wound to discover
there's always something more you wish he'd say

JD has fantasies about kissing Dr. Cox. He doesn’t ask for them, they just come to mind, unbidden when he’s not expecting them. One minute he’s thinking about his testicular cancer patient’s prognosis, and the next he’s thinking about a different groin altogether, in an entirely undoctorly way.

At first he blames them on his urge to make Dr. Cox admit that he’s his Mentor, with a capital M, but when the dreams take an entirely too sexual turn and he finds himself thinking about hands and lips and teeth at work, when he should be focused on his coding heart attack patient, and wow, the Dr. Cox in his head is awfully kinky.

Some days, he wonders if maybe Dr. Cox knows what he’s thinking about, because he’ll snap out of a fantasy and find Dr. Cox staring at him like he’s just grown antlers.

“What?” he asks, coming out of a dream in which Dr. Cox was dressed in fishnet stockings and a leather corset and wondering why the hell that image has him shaking from head to toe with repressed lust.

“That was a good call with Mrs. Newman,” Dr. Cox says, hitting him in the chest with a chart. “Good job.”

JD’s heart soars, until Dr. Cox glances down at his crotch, then back up to his face.

His eyes are suddenly livid, and JD has a brief vision of Dr. Cox, still in the fishnets and corset, turning into the Hulk. He is sad when the corset rips off of Dr. Hulk. He’ll miss that thing.

Dr. Cox turns and walks a few paces away, then stops and turns back to him.

JD crosses his fingers behind his back, and waits for Dr. Cox’s confession of deeply hidden feelings that he has been repressing all this time.

“Oh, and Lucy?”

“Yeah?” JD winces when his voice comes out all high, and hopeful, like a girl’s.

“You’d be wearing the fishnets.”

“What?” JD sputters out.

“Before. When you were doing one of your random daydream things. You were muttering about me wearing a corset and fishnets. I’ll give you the corset, because, holy hell in a hand basket, Julia, I would look spectacular in it, but you’d have to wear the fishnets.” When JD stays silent, eyes wide, he says, “They’d make my calves look fat,” by way of explanation.

They two of them stare at one another for a long moment, then Dr. Cox laughs. “Never gonna happen, Newbie,” he says, and walks away.

JD watches him walk off for a moment, then flees.






For: ktprincesswitch
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Pairing: Willow/Tara
Rating: G
Word Count: 136
Song: "Let Me Go" - 3 Doors Down

I dream ahead to what I hope for, and I turn my back on loving you. How can this love be a good thing?

Tara remembers reading once that love is blind. She hates to disagree with such age-old wisdom, because she’s always respected her history, both of Wicca and the rest of the world, but she actually believes the opposite.

Love isn’t blind. Love doesn’t hide a person’s weaknesses from you. It shows them to you, and then makes you not care.

It shows you everything.

So when Willow starts spiraling down into addiction, Tara sees it. She sees it, and she knows it, and she tries to stop it, but when she fails, when Willow messes with her mind, when everything is falling down around them, Tara has to choose whether or not to care.

Unfortunately, she does care. And caring is the option that leads her far away from Willow, right where she doesn’t want to be.






For: crystallekil
Fandom: Scrubs
Pairing: JD/Turk
Rating: PG
Word Count: 435
Song: "Touch" - Clay Aiken

yes, I've been thinking about you
I've imagined the feel of your body and how it will be when we move

“Are you having a gay moment?” Turk asks.

JD looks up from Turk’s crotch and shakes his head ‘no’.

How does he always know me so well? Maybe because he’s my most favorite Brown Bear.

…what if he were a real brown bear?

A large brown bear with Turk’s face stalks towards JD. He screams and runs away, shouting, “Figurative is better! Figurative Brown Bear is definitely better! Ahhhhhhh! Help!”

“Yes you were,” Turk replies. “And just now, you were imagining what it would be like if I were a real brown bear.”

“You tried to eat me,” JD says sadly.

Turk shakes his head.

“How do you do that?”

“Do what?” Turk asks, taking a sip of his beer and setting it back down on the table.

“Know what I’m thinking.”

“I just know you.”

“What am I thinking right now, then?”

He’ll never guess! I’m too slick for him. Kittens. He will never guess that I’m thinking about kittens.

I had a tabby once, when I was a kid. It was a stray and I hid it in my bedroom, and then Dan found out and told mom and she made me give it away to a shelter. I miss Mrs. Wiskerson.

“Mrs. Wiskerson,” Turk says casually.

“Okay, what about now?” JD asks, quickly switching his brain to a new topic.

“What it would be like if Elliot and Carla somehow combined into one giant super nurse-doctor-hot-chick,” Turk says easily.

“Could you imagine Elliot’s face with Carla’s rack?”

Turk smiles and nods. “Told ya.”

“Okay, fine, Mr. Know-It-All. I’m going to think of the craziest thing ever. See if you can guess now.”

Turk studies JD’s face for a moment, and JD twitches under his studying glare.

Then Turk does something that causes JD to forget about thinking altogether.

He kisses him.

Turk leans away with a self-satisfied grin. “You were thinking about what it would be like to kiss me. And actually remember it this time,” he says confidently.

“No, I wasn’t,” JD says insistently. “I was thinking about what would happen if Sacred Heart turned into a circus for a day. Doctor Cox was the clown.”

“And what was I?”

“You were the lion tamer.”

“Oh, sure, send the black man into the cage with the man-eating death machine.”

JD laughs, then the room falls silent.

“You have thought about it, though, haven’t you?” Turk asks.

JD shrugs, takes a sip of his beer.

“I knew it,” Turk says with a grin.

“I’m having a very gay day,” JD says by way of explanation.

Turk shrugs back, and smiles.



Hope you guys like them. :) (Note: The other two are the fandom of which we do not speak, and the two of you know where to go for yours. It'll be posted there later, as soon as I write them.)