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Title: Happy the Woman
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Lily/James/Sirius
Word Count: 318
Written for: Schermionie's Poetry Prompt at the Fanfic Challenge Forum over at ff.n. Inspired by John Dryden's version of Horace's Odes 3.29

( Sometimes, Lily thought herself mad to fall in love as she had. )

Title: Fledgling
Fandom: Dark Angel
Pairing: Normal/Alec
Word Count: 700
Written for: da_halloween, prompt 27: Normal grows wings, despite his annoyance at the fact.


( Normal had nothing to do with the mutie bastards overrunning his city, even if he did now have giant wings growing out of his back. )

Title: Red
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Lily/James
Word Count: 200
Written for: first_order's Speed Drabble Weekend, prompt my face is red



Lily Potter was embarrassed beyond belief. She could feel her face grow hot when the others finally came into the room and saw the humiliating tableau she presented.

Picking herself up off the floor, she tried to walk through them to the door with as much dignity and grace as she could muster, but her legs wobbled and she slipped once again.

James caught her, holding her tight, but even he was too mortified to look her in the eyes, staring off over her shoulder instead.

“Lily, Lily,” he cried into her ear, “what are you doing?”

Lily didn’t know whether to laugh or cry, so she did both.

“I’m so embarrassed,” she said, trying to control herself, “I don’t know what everyone must think of me.”

“Lily,” James said again. He cupped her face, lightly trailing two fingers over her cheekbone. Her blush rubbed off on them.

She stared at his fingers, touched them hesitantly. They were wet and sticky, the colour and consistency of blood. Touching her face, she found more of it there. Her face was covered in blood.

“Lily,” James was saying, “what happened? Please, please, tell me what happened.”

Lily couldn’t answer. She didn’t know.

Title: Precautions
Fandom: Harry Potter
Character: Alice Longbottom
Word Count: 100
Written for: first_order's Speed Drabble Weekend, prompt turn the lights out



All members of the Order of the Phoenix had a set of precautions they followed in case of attack.

When the baby came, she modified hers to make sure he’d keep safe. Reinforce the special shields around his nursery, twice a day. Cast an Imperturbable Charm so he wouldn’t wake, so they couldn’t hear him. Turn the lights out and pretend he wasn’t there. Hide him away so no Death Eaters could ever get close. Keep her wand by her side at all times. Be alert. Be ready.

The war was over. Alice Longbottom wasn’t supposed to need these anymore.

Not a songfic, I just suck at naming things, so I stole some unrelated lyrics.

Title: Wake me when September ends
Fandom: Harry Potter
Characters: McGonagall, MWPP
Word Count: 766
Written for: mariana_oconnor's prompt at comment_fic, Marauders & Professor McGonagall, the first time they are sent to McGonagall's office

( Minerva was starting to suspect that Potter and Black were two naturally-born troublemakers. )

Title: How it Goes
Fandom: Dark Angel
Character/Relationships: Alec
Word Count: 336
Written for: comment_fic Dark Angel, Alec/anyone “everybody knows the war is over; everyone knows the good guys lost” (Leonard Cohen)


He’s done this before.

The first twenty years of his life were spent in this position and the brief respite he had from it, living almost as his own man, weren’t enough to make him forget.

He knows how to follow orders. He can kill without remorse. He can menace even the most innocent and naïve without a second thought. He can disappear into the night before anyone else knows something occurred. He can infiltrate even the most paranoid of groups. He presents himself as the further thing from a threat they can imagine, breathing harmlessness, and in doing so becomes so.

He has always done that.

There are a hundred different things he can do to ingratiate without seeming to and he knows the right balance between being invaluable and being noticed.

He knows whom they expect him to be, what they think he should be, and he makes sure he is that creature.

Some of his masters call him freak and mean it. He knows which of them will come regardless, sometimes even before they do. He still remembers how to use his hands, his mouth, to suck, to stroke, to swallow. He knows how to enjoy sex.

He always enjoys the sex.

They don’t tell him the news from world at large, but he still knows what is going on. It doesn’t take much to piece together from what whispers he can overhear (his hearing is always better than humans remember, even the ones who should know better, but he never lets on).

Transgenics are resisting.

Transgenics are being culled.

He knows they are waiting for him to slip up. They measure his every word for signs of betrayal. If they could, they would break open his mind and spy on his every thought. It’s unnecessary, though. There are some thoughts that are too dangerous, some words that shouldn’t even form in the dark recesses of his mind.

Rebellion.

Independence.

Freedom.

These thoughts, he knows better than to even think. So he doesn’t.

Title: Tear us Apart
Fandom: Pirates of the Caribbean
Pairing: Will/Elizabeth
Word Count: 336
Written for: onceuponapillow over at comment_fic for the prompt Will/Elizabeth, Nothings gonna tear us apart

( Ten years is worth the wait. )

Title: She Danced on
Fandom: Labyrinth
Characters: Sarah, Jareth
Word Count: 608
Written for: voksen's prompt on "lj user="comment_fic", Jareth/Sarah, if she stayed

( She stayed with the king in his labyrinth and it was better than she ever dreamed. )

Title: No Time to Hesitate
Fandom: Pirates of the Caribbean
Character: Davy Jones1
Word Count: 150
Written for: potc100 - Second Thoughts


It filled him with something akin to physical pain, the sight of the dead floating aimlessly across the sea, unable to complete their journey without his help.

But that was wrong. He had finished with pain, physical or otherwise, when he’d taken a knife to his chest and cut out his heart. It had made him weak and Davy Jones was finished with being weak.

Around him, the dead cried out; for the briefest second, he listened.

“Help me.”

“We’re lost.”

“I beg you.”

“Please.”

Davy Jones turned his back, steeling himself against their pleas. He could ill afford to hesitate now, his revenge only half complete.

Calypso would hurt when she saw the consequences of her betrayal, knowing she had only herself to blame for the souls’ plight. She would grow careless, leading her right into his ultimate trap.

The bitch would finally know what it was to suffer.