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Complicated

Wed, 05 May 2021 00:57:50 GMT

Complicated
Roswell New Mexico || Michael Guerin/Alex Manes || 10067 words
'Michael Guerin' and 'complicated' go hand-in-hand. "No, Max, I didn't knock someone else up, though I'm sure you already have a lecture lined up for that scenario."

Posted on A03 here.

A/N:This has been sitting for a awhile, so I'm setting it free. Set post season 1, because I didn't watch more than the first couple episodes of season 2, but was started early in the season so Noah isn't evil and Michael and Maria aren't a thing. Handwavy science, obvsly. Not beta'd, so leave me a comment or shoot me a message if you notice any glaring errors.

( Searching out Michael isn't the first thing Alex does when he gets back to town, but it's near the top of the list. )

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Reciprocity

Thu, 18 Feb 2021 22:48:50 GMT

Reciprocity
Criminal Minds || Derek Morgan/Spencer Reid || 3000 words
One night changes the direction of Reid and Morgan's friendship.

A/N: Original prompt: prompt Reid/Morgan, Morgan maybe hitting on Reid, Reid being freaked out (possibly undecided as to his sexuality/straight?), things progressing from there. My first time writing for CM fandom, and the prompt kinda veered off. Much love and thanks to my asimplechord, anasuede, wook77, and ordinary_magic for their constant reassurance. Beta'd by asimplechord and doctorjonesy. All remaining mistakes are mine.

Originally posted for slashfest at this post.

( Spencer Reid doesn't typically drink )

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Things We're Thankful For

Thu, 18 Feb 2021 22:31:14 GMT

Things We're Thankful For
GenKill || Brad Colbert/Ray Person || 1000 words
Ray preparing a turkey for Thanksgiving dinner. That's basically it.

A/N: Written as a fic for asimplechord's birthday. I haven't written much of anything in a while, and it's been even longer since I watched GK, but Ray is still my favorite and I hope it reads okay. Beta read by earlofcardigans, any and all remaining mistakes plus any characterization issues and the overuse of the f-word are all mine. Hope you like it, asimplechord, and hope you enjoyed your birthday!

( Hey, Brad, you awake? )

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come crashing in to my mute world

Thu, 18 Feb 2021 22:20:08 GMT

come crashing in to my mute world
Goon || Ira Glatt/Pat || 1603 words
Pat's always been there, as long as Ira can remember, and he's always been Pat. Ira's not sure when things changed between them, when he started seeing Pat as something other than Doug's loudmouth, obnoxious best friend.

A/N: Set during the timeline of the movie, written for junebug_waltz, titled by earlofcardigans, beta'd by asimplechord, all remaining mistakes are mine.

( Ira's proud of his brother )

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you can't call dibs on your barista

Thu, 18 Feb 2021 22:10:40 GMT

you can't call dibs on your barista
Hockey RPF || Jeff Skinner/Eric Staal || 3354 words
asimplechord: Also? All the coffeeshop/bakery/barista AUs ever, please, fandom!
why_me_why_not: Eric & Cam have been hitting the same coffee shop every morning for years, but with the new semester starting it's full of new and returning students and Cam doesn't recognize most of the people behind the counter.

A/N: This is not!fic told to each other to entertain and as such is entirely unbeta'd. (We're totally happy to share our ridiculousness with the world. Or hockey fandom. Whichever.)
Also, it's complete fiction meant to imply nothing about actual real people. If you got here by googling yourself or someone you know, now's the time to hit the back button, thanks.

( Eric and Cam have been hitting the same coffee shop every morning for years )

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Just What We Do

Thu, 18 Feb 2021 21:58:27 GMT

Just What We Do
Hockey RPF || Justin Faulk/Jeff Skinner || 1248 words
Birthday blowjob. Seriously, that's it.

A/N: Written for when Justin was injured in the game night before his birthday. I blame asimplechord. Thanks to her and junebug_waltz for the encouragement. Beta'd by asimplechord, all remaining mistakes are my own.

( After all the usual post-game madness, Jeff has to wait on the team docs to clear Justin, )

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Burn as brightly as we can

Thu, 18 Feb 2021 21:38:09 GMT

Burn as brightly as we can
Hockey RPF || Jeff Skinner/Eric Staal || 4944 words
AU where Eric Staal is a firefighter, Jeff Skinner is a college student, and they're working together for a charity hockey game.

A/N: A bit of nonsense written to entertain asimplechord and junebug_waltz one afternoon. Beta'd by asimplechord, all remaining mistakes are mine. Lots of handwaving when it comes to firefighting and charity hockey games (I know how they work in my hometown, but that doesn't mean much for the rest of the world). Title from the lyrics to Dashboard Confessional's Currents.

( Eric's sitting in the bay area bouncing a tennis ball off the wall. )

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Original Snippet

Thu, 18 Feb 2021 21:33:12 GMT

( The sky held the promise of rain, the midmorning sky darkened by clouds, but she wasn't going to hold her breath. )

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Lord of the Rings Drabbles and Snapshots

Thu, 18 Feb 2021 21:22:28 GMT

( Lord of the Rings Drabbles and Snapshots )

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Roswell New Mexico Drabbles and Snapshots

Thu, 18 Feb 2021 21:21:14 GMT

( Roswell New Mexico Drabbles and Snapshots )

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Chicago PD Drabbles and Snapshots

Thu, 18 Feb 2021 21:19:57 GMT

( Chicago PD Drabbles and Snapshots )

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The Night Shift Drabbles and Snapshots

Thu, 18 Feb 2021 21:18:08 GMT

( The Night Shift Drabbles and Snapshots )

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Hockey RPF Drabbles and Snapshots

Thu, 18 Feb 2021 21:15:47 GMT

( Hockey RPF Drabbles and Snapshots )

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Harry Potter Drabbles and Snapshots

Thu, 18 Feb 2021 21:04:15 GMT

( Harry Potter Drabbles and Snapshots )

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2005 & 2006 Harry Potter Drabbles and Snapshots

Thu, 18 Feb 2021 20:59:19 GMT

( 2005 & 2006 Harry Potter Drabbles and Snapshots )

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2006 Supernatural Drabbles and Snapshots

Thu, 18 Feb 2021 20:55:43 GMT

For dove95, Her dare: I dare you to write a SPN drabble from something from Something Wicked, but from Sam's POV. 400 words. Posted April 12 2006.

Sam was in the passenger seat of the Impala, eyes closed as he thought about everything that had happened in the town they were leaving behind. Fitchburg. Fun town. Another evil creature destroyed, more lives saved. And another little boy who had lost the illusion of innocence that came with childhood.

Before they had even figured out what they were dealing with, Dean had been hiding something. He hated it when Dean tried to keep things from him. And then later, of course, he would feel guilty that he resented Dean for trying to protect him, because that's what Dean was doing. That's what Dean had always done -- did his best to protect Sam from everything, even the truth, no matter how hard Sam pushed to find things out. It was easy for Sam to forget that Dean had had this life forced upon him too. The sacrifices Sam had stubbornly refused to make, Dean had willingly taken on. Sam had come to expect it, and he wasn't sure when the last time was that he had appreciated, or even acknowledged, the things Dean had given up.

Big brothers must have some sort of secret club, Sam decided. Dean had related to the little boy, Michael, in a way that implied an instant connection. It seemed liked Dean and Michael had been talking in code; Sam understood the words but the meaning behind them was something completely foreign. What it came down to, though, was being the big brother. Being the protector. There must be an unwritten set of rules that big brothers are born knowing, based on something illogical like: Watch out for your little brother. He's your resposibility. If anything happens to him, even if it's something completely out of your control, it's your fault. Failing your brother carries a sentence of lifetime guilt.

Still, Sam knew that Dean had always done what he could, and accepted the guilt when he couldn't. And he meant what he had told Michael, that he'd do anything for Sam, even if he'd never repeat that to Sam. All in all, if Sam had to live this life knowing that there was evil out there, facing it and fighting it on a regular basis, he was lucky to have a big brother looking out for him. But he'd never tell Dean that, of course. Unless he really wanted to irritate him...

For ltlredhairdgirl, Dean and Sam, howling, martini, rubber duck. you, my dear, get Christmas in almost-July. Goober. Posted June 28 2006.

"I can't believe you didn't know that!" Dean complained as he followed Sam into their motel room and dropped his bag on the floor.

They were stumbling in just before midnight on Christmas Eve, having just left the local bar. They had been playing video trivia against another couple of travelers, and the topic of Christmas Classics had come up on Sam's turn. And they had lost. Dean hated to lose.

"Oh, c'mon, Dean!" Sam kicked off his shoes and flopped onto the bed. "What was the name of the bar in Bedford Falls? Who would know that the answer to that was Martini's?"

"Everyone but you, apparently!" Dean sat down on the edge of the bed to take his boots off. "I mean, it's only from the most classic Christmas film of all time! They run it every year for weeks!"

"Well, I apologize for not having a traditional family Christmas movie growing up," Sam replied sarcastically, laying down on his side and propping himself up on his elbow to watch Dean. "I don't think we had any family Christmas traditions."

"You mean, other than you getting all upset because you didn't get what you wanted?"

Sam grabbed a pillow from above his head and swatted Dean with it.

"I'm serious!" Dean persisted. "There was that one Christmas you just wouldn't stop crying because Santa didn't bring you a rubber duck."

"Dean, I was four!"

"You were five! And you were obsessed with Sesame Street and that stupid rubber duckie song." And Dad had forgotten the rubber duck. Dean had snuck off the next day to fight with the after-Christmas shoppers and buy one, but the damage had already been done.

"If we're gonna bring up the ghosts of Christmas past--"

"Oh, so you know that movie?"

"It's a book, Dean." Sam glared at his brother. "What about that year you were hiding under the bed because you thought the carolers on the front porch were werewolves?"

"Dude, they were awful! They sounded like they were howling! And I wasn't hiding; I was protecting you!"

"You pulled me under there!"

"Yeah, well... shut up, Sam!" Dean reached for the remote and flicked the TV on as he lay back on the bed beside his brother. A black and white movie flashed to life on the screen, and Dean grinned. "I told you this is the classic Christmas movie."

something to blame on Alli. August 24 2006

Sam opens his eyes when the purr of the Impala's engine dies, but he thinks maybe he's still dreaming because all he sees on both sides of the car is weeds taller than he is.

"Where are we?" he asks when he sees his brother grinning at him from the drivers seat.

"A little place this girl showed me once. We stayed in this town for a few months when I was sixteen or so."

"Dean, that was ten years ago!"

"So? I'm betting the river is still here." Dean reaches into the backseat and grabs a blanket before getting out of the car and cutting a path through the brush with his hunting knife, not bothering to look back to make sure Sam's following.

River? Sam sighs. It's late September and they're not far enough South for the weather to be warm enough for swimming. Besides, the way their luck's been running lately, one of them will probably be drowned by a vengeful spirit. Or bitten by a snake.

Sam follows the path Dean has made and reaches the water's edge to find a flat clearing that was apparently a party spot for the local teens and a pile of clothes tossed beside the firepit. Dean's clothes, but there's no Dean. A few moments later and soft splashing draws Sam's attention to the water and his brother smirking at him.

"C'mon, Sammy, the water's great!"

Sam shakes his head. "Skinny dipping, Dean? That's so uncouth!"

Dean rolls his eyes. "Uncouth? Yeah, if uncouth means having fun or leads to sex."

Sam doesn't get what's sexy about hard ground and bugs and cold water, but then Dean's warm body pressing down on his erases every thought except for fuck and hot and now. Dean's hands are sliding through mud and sweat as he tries to get a hold on Sam's hips, to hold him still or draw him closer as they move against each other. Sam and Dean's chests are covered in mud. There's a squishy sound every time they press together and pull apart again. The sound blends with Dean's low, growly noises and complements the mix of soft mud and rough hands as Dean wraps a hand around Sam's cock. Sam can't see Dean through the mud-caked bangs hanging in his eyes, but he can feel Dean's shuddering breaths whisper against his cheek.

For wendy, who wanted Sam/Dean....summertime and watermelon. Exactly 300 words. Posted July 13 2006

There were times Sam was convinced that all those blows to the head had finally warped Dean's brain -- like when they were standing in the produce section of Wal-Mart arguing over watermelon.

They were planning on hitting a fundraiser barbeque later that evening, and Dean insisted that they pick up some watermelon for dessert. When Sam had reached for the container of precut watermelon chunks, Dean had made a fuss like only he could, like Sam was insulting Dean and watermelon and basic summertime tradition.

Which is how they ended up parked on the side of some backcountry road, sitting on the hood of the Impala, Sam petulantly watching the sun cast a hazy orange-pink glow across the sky as it sank behind the distant mountains and Dean smugly enjoying his freshly cut watermelon slices and spitting the seeds onto the ground.

"That's gross, Dean," Sam said, like he'd never done the same thing.

"Whatever," Dean answered off-hand, spitting another seed out into the dirt, trying to beat his own distance record.

Sam mumbled something, and the next seed landed upside his head.

"Dammit, Dean!" Whatever other curses Sam had lined up dissolved in laughter as he looked at his brother, who seemed completely unconcerned with the red rivulets running down his chin.

"What?" Dean's question was mumbled around a mouthful of red pulp, which only made Sam laugh harder.

"What?" Dean repeated, swallowing the last of his watermelon and tossing the rind into the weeds.

Sam's laughter caught in a hitched breath as he glanced from the genuine confusion in Dean's eyes to his red-stained lips. Sam leaned closer and flicked his tongue out, lightly brushing over Dean's lips to taste the lingering sticky-sweetness of the watermelon.

Now this was a summer tradition he could get used to.

For wendy, ice cream or homework, 200 words exactly. Posted August 14 2006

Sam looked up, startled, when he heard the books, papers, and pens hitting the floor and scattering. Jessica looked smug over the accomplishment of shoving all her study materials off the table.

"I'm done; let's go," she announced, kneeling beside where Sam was sitting on the floor, his back against the couch and various texts and notebooks open and spread out around him. He just stared for a moment, dumbfounded, as Jess started closing all his books.

"Jess, we have finals this week. I -- We need to study!"

"Sam," she looked him in the eye as she took the book he had in his hands and closed it before tossing it on the floor with the others, "we are allowed to have fun once in a while."

Sam sighed. He needed to study, wanted to make sure he did well on his exams, because he still felt like he had something to prove, but there was no talking Jess out of something once she set her mind to it. She was the second most stubborn person he'd ever met.

"Where are we going?" he asked, letting her pull him to his feet.

She grinned. "You're buying me ice cream."

drabble for chaeldub, SPN/HP crossover, Shotgun, Slytherin, Wartime, 250 words Posted August 07 2006

Draco watched as one of the men he had been following all day got into a shiny black car and drove away, leaving the other standing on the sidewalk in front of the town library. if the information he had received was correct, these were the men he was looking for, and his sources told him that the younger one would be far more approachable. He hoped that was true, because after watching the two of them tkae out an entire pack of werewolves a few states back, he didn't fancy finding himself on the business end of a shotgun.

Draco cautiously approached the library steps, wanting to catch the man before he went inside. "Sam Winchester?"

The man looked at him, surprise quickly fading to suspicion. "I'm sorry; do I know you?" Sam's hand went automatically for where he had his gun concealed, and Draco imagined he was as quick with it as Draco was with his wand. But Draco hadn't walked away from several years of wartime with a weak constitution.

"Not yet," Draco returned amicably. "My name is Draco Malfoy. I'm a liason with the British Ministry of Magic, and I'm currently working with the American Ministry, trying to help sort out some problems that have slipped through the cracks over the past several years. Could I have a few minutes of your time? Perhaps buy you a cup of tea?"

Sam hesitated for a moment before nodding. "A cup of coffee, maybe. You've got five minutes."

Drabble for gsd82, Sam and Dean, prank, school, vigilante, 150 words. Posted August 07 2006

Dean pulls a prank and Sam gets punished. Sam thinks it's wrong, but he doesn't say anything because the time for truth has passed.

They've been in one place for far too long, and the fact that Dean can't find anything to hunt in this boring little town just increases his restlessness.

Sam knows a bored Dean is a recipe for disaster, so he really can't claim to be surprised when Dean starts causing trouble at school. However, he is surprised when he hears himself owning up to things he would never do, just to keep Dean out of trouble.

Now Sam's supposed to be grounded, but he's sneaking out of the house once Dad's asleep and slipping quietly through the woods behind the house. He feels a bit like a vigilante, taking matters into his own hands. He knows where Dean likes to go parking, and payback's a bitch.

For wendy, 250 words for shot glass. Posted August 07 2006

"Sam, why is there a shot glass in the medicine cabinet?"

Sam jumped up from putting together the frame for their new bed -- his and Jessica's; they were actually doing this living-together thing -- and joined Jess in the bathroom.

"Long story," he answered, plucking it out of her hand and setting it back in the cabinet.

Jess had already figured out that the "long story" line generally involved Sam's family or his past, and she usually didn't push it because it made Sam less-than-happy, but the smile in his eyes this time spoke of fond memory . So she slid close to Sam and looked up at him. "Tell me."

Sam smiled at her indulgently. "Okay, so it's not a long story. A few years ago, Dean got sick -- just the flu or something, but it made it worse that he's always gotta be so damned stubborn he wouldn't admit he was sick and was refusing to take anything, and Dad was so wrapped up in his own thing he didn't notice. But Dean was practically delirious with fever so we were sitting in the room having a few beers and I poured a does of medicine in a shot glass, told Dean it was something -- I don't even remember what -- and he tossed it back. He didn't speak to me for about a week, but he slept all night and his fever broke, and Dad realized Dean was sick, so it all worked out."

For wendy, 500 words for sweatshirt. Posted August 07 2006

It wasn't cold in the apartment, but Jess still felt chilled. Maybe she was just jittery because Sam wasn't there. He was God-knows-where with his brother, and even though she knew Sam was more than capable of taking care of himself, she still felt like there was something wrong.

Calling Sam's cell meant getting the voicemail again and leaving yet another message. She walked into the bedroom and saw the sweatshirt laying on top of the basket she had brought back from the laundrymat earlier that afternoon. She knew it was Sam's favorite and if it hadn't been buried in the clothes hamper when he left, he would have taken it with him.

Jess and Sam had met at a party. For a man his size, Sam had an amazing ability to make himself unnoticable in a crowd, so Jess hadn't even realized he was there until one of the guys at the party had spilled his cup of beer on Jess' shirt. Suddenly Sam was right beside her, spinning quiet, competent lies about Jess being his girlfriend and leading her away. Once they reached a quiet corner of the yard, Sam had offered Jess his hoodie and had even stood guard while she changed in the shadows. In return, she gave him her number and insisted they make plans to meet for coffee so she could return the shirt.

Coffee had stretched from early afternoon to early evening, and Sam had taken her to dinner. Jess hadn't even realized how much time had flown by until it was after midnight. More than that, she had let down her guard and told Sam things she had never intended to share with anyone. There was something special about him, about them, and Jess knew that whatever they had was something worth keeping.

Jess had reluctantly given back the shirt, and when she had asked him about it, Sam had only said that it was his brother's. As they spent more and more time together, Jess compiled tidbits of Sam's past from random things Sam slipped up and mentioned. She came to realize that Sam loved (and missed) his brother and saw him as both a protector and a threat.

Jess did too. He was a threat to her happiness, to the stability of her life with Sam, to her being the most important thing in Sam's life. For a long time, she had harbored a secret fear that he would come and drag Sam back into the mysterious life he had left behind. And he had.

But Jess knew that Sam was safe with Dean, though she wasn't sure why she felt Sam would be in danger in the first place. And she wasn't sure why it still felt like there was something wrong.

Jess picked up the sweatshirt and slipped it on. She knew Sam felt connected to Dean when he wore it, but she felt connected to the both of them, and it made her feel a bit safer.

For wendy, 200 words for picnic table. Posted August 07 2006

Jess never realized how accustomed she was to Sam's constant presence until he wasn't there. It wasn't like they usually spent all their time together, but it still felt strange to know that he wouldn't be at the apartment when she got there.

She took the long way home from work, passing through the park. She didn't have a destination in mind, but she still ended up at their spot -- the place Sam had taken her on their third date. The picnic lunch had been old-fashioned and so ridiculously sweet that she knew he was someone worth falling in love with.

When she sat down, her fingers automatically fell on the letters on the table, tracing the familiar "SW + JM". When Sam had carved their initials there, she had teased him, but secretly she was thrilled. Sam loved her. Sometimes, when things got rough or stressed, she would come here and sit in the quiet, tracing over the tangible evidence of what they were, what they meant to Sam.

There were times when she felt Sam was the only thing certain and constant in her life, and it was a comfort knowing Sam would be home sometime tonight.

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Puppies and Potions Masters

Thu, 18 Feb 2021 20:42:47 GMT

Title: Puppies and Potions Masters
Rating: G
Warnings: more crack

( here's the other )

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Draco and the Teapot

Thu, 18 Feb 2021 20:40:11 GMT

Title: Draco and the Teapot
Rating: G
Warnings: utter crack

( clicky here )

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Losing Ground

Thu, 18 Feb 2021 20:32:25 GMT

Title: Losing Ground
Author: why_me_why_not
Written for: scots_in_kilts
Fandom: LOST
Characters: Charlie, Sawyer, Claire
Rating: PG, for implication & ungraphic sex?
Betas: anael and puterpatty

Note to scots_in_kilts: I hope you like it, hun! And you have no idea how hard it was to write this and not tell you about it or discuss it with you.

A/N: Written before I watched Episode 209, so is AU after 208. Not that it's not AU anyways, but just forget about the whole Claire finding out about the heroin & kicking Charlie out. And we all know that Sawyer doesn't love Kate.

( Under the cut )

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The Last Time

Thu, 18 Feb 2021 20:26:22 GMT

Title: The Last Time
Author: why_me_why_not
Rating: Mature
Fandom/Pairing(s): Original fiction
Warnings: Femmeslash.
Word Count: 1400 words
Disclaimer: I disclaim that I'm full of shit most of the time, and the characters written about here are purely ~~voices in my head~~ fictional beings from my imagination.
A/N: Thanks goes to anael for encouragement & betaing, and for lying to me and telling me it doesn't suck. And for just being her wonderful self, of course. I can't say that this necessarily fits the lyrics, but it's one of my interpretations of them. My first attempt at femmeslash, my first posted original fiction. And barely under the wire for the deadline too. *g*

My lyrics:
Little sister, I know that everything is not okay,
But you're like honey on my tongue.

Originally posted here.

( I'm a bit surprised that she's here... )

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Blue on Black

Thu, 18 Feb 2021 20:20:36 GMT

Title: Blue on Black
Author: why_me_why_not
Rating/Warnings: um, PG to be safe and warning for a possible tear-inducing situation?
Fandom/Characters: QaF, post S5, mainly features Justin & Gus
Summary: Gus gets lost...

A/N: Special thanks goes to misread_ on LJ for helping to inspire this, and to de (anael) and krystal (ltlredhairdgirl, kld29) for encouragement and betaing, as usual. Beta thanks goes to ordinary_magic (OWL's Potion Mistress) and maddykitty as well! Love you guys!

Title comes from the song I was listening to while I wrote the majority of this, even though it has nothing to do with the ficlet: Kenny Wayne Shepard's Blue on Black (which I would YSI and share, but YSI is otherwise occupied as I try to send QaF episodes to de & kelly -- and YSI apparently hates me tonight anyways)

( under the cut )

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Hobbits and Horcruxes

Thu, 18 Feb 2021 20:07:22 GMT

Title: Hobbits and Horcruxes
Author: why_me_why_not
Fandom: HP/LotR crossover
Rating: G
Beta'd by: hermionegreen
Summary: Harry meets some strangers while he's searching for Horcruxes.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything from the wizarding world or from Middle Earth.
A/N: Written as a very, very late answer to a dare prompt given to me by irisgirl12000 back in December.

( Hobbits and Horcruxes )

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Third Time's a Charm

Thu, 18 Feb 2021 20:02:11 GMT

Title: Third Time's a Charm
Author: why_me_why_not
Fandom/Pairing: HP fandom, R/S
Word Count: about 2300
Beta'd by: mimiheart, ltlredhairdgirl, hermionegreen, and maddykitty (if there are any mistakes still left, it's b/c I'm an idiot)
Disclaimer: I don't own the wizarding world or the puppies. Merlin knows if I did, things would be a lot different.

A/N: Very loosely inspired by Nickelback's Saving Me, which is one of the fanfic_tunes prompts for March, and dedicated to maddykitty, since she started fanfic_tunes.

( Third Time's a Charm )

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Chasing the Golden Snitch

Thu, 18 Feb 2021 19:51:34 GMT

Title: Chasing the Golden Snitch
Author: why_me_why_not
Fandom/Pairing: Harry Potter, Ron/Luna
Rating: Mature
Word count: just over 600 words
Challenge: The Multifandom Man-Bit Euphemism Challenge at fcukficathons
Euphemism: Veinous Maximus
Beta: ordinary_magic -- she's responsible for the Golden Snitch line. Any remaining mistakes are purely my own.
A/N: Yes, I have been smoking crack. This is definitely Crucio fic. ginnyatheart and mimiheart deserve some of the blame for encouraging me, which is never a good idea. Dedicated to wildegirl_05 because I know how much she loves het. *g*

( Veinous Maximus )

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Tequila and Teethmarks

Thu, 18 Feb 2021 19:43:03 GMT

Title: Tequila and Teethmarks
Author: why_me_why_not
Beta'd by: anael
Cheerled in parts by: ltlredhairdgirl, wendy, maddykitty
Fandom/pairing: Supernatural fandom, Sam/Dean
Rating: RS
Warnings: Wincest, nakedness, boy!kissing, biting
Summary: Dean just laughed, like this was all some sort of game. Maybe it was. If so, Sam didn't understand the rules, but he was pretty sure he was losing.
Disclaimer: Don't own the boys, but my birthday's coming up if any of you need ideas for what to get me...
A/N: Okay, so I said I wasn't going to write Supernatural fic. Apparently I lied. Reviews & concrit welcomed & cherished.

DEDICATION: a present for acostilow and closetcrombie, in honor of their marriage and their impending takeover of the Special Hell

Music to go with, courtesy of anael: Nightblindness by David Gray

( Tequila and Teethmarks )

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