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I apologize for how not-present I've been. It's been an incredibly busy last few weeks. I went home sick from work today. I've been sitting on these three unfortunate drabbles, so, since I'm home, I figured I'd take advantage of having the time and get them posted already. They're hardly brilliant, but they deserve to get to their requestors, who have been incredibly patient.

Title: Lava and Lightning
Fandom: Comics
Characters/Pairing: Teen Titans, version 3
Rating: PG at most
Word Count: 200
Disclaimer: Not mine, of course.
Written for:

apathocles

"Oh, thank you thank you thank you!" Vic ducked, but Bart wrapped himself around his leg and hugged him thoroughly. Cassie stood by the wall, failing not to giggle.

"This is the best present ever!" Bart scooped up a tiny green bug that resolved into a sighing Gar; having already endured her hug, Kory floated three feet up as she laughed. Some weekends ago, the Titans had discovered that Bart could stand still for an entire ten minutes watching a lava lamp percolate, so for his birthday, Tim had reminded Cassie and Kory, who went shopping with donations volunteered by Cissie and prodded out of Kon and Gar.

"It's even red!" Being hugged by Bart was a bit like being hit by a small, happy boulder which wrapped around you and squished the air out. Before Cassie could hug him back Bart blurred away up the wall, tackling Kon where he bobbed in midair, and she wheezed and laughed till her feet left the ground.

"You guys are the best!" Bart caught Tim from behind like a tangle grenade, and the look on Tim's face…. Surrounded by her fellow Titans, watching Bart crackle around the room, Cassie's giggles settled into a grin.

Title: Over a Glass of Scotch
Fandom LOTR RPS
Characters/Pairing: Sir Ian is telling a few stories.
Rating: PG, mostly for implication
Word Count: 100
Disclaimer: This didn't happen. It's just fiction.
Written for:

mordelhin
Author's note:

mordelhin, you should read this: http://www.livejournal.com/users/abundantlyqueer/174369.html You'll love it.

"And so," Sir Ian concluded, half-full glass poised in midair, "I relented, and had some mercy on the poor lad. We would, after all, have repeated ourselves yet again, and he did need his beauty sleep."

Billy drank steadily, but above his beer-bottle his brows were high; the other hobbits almost forgot their drinks as they listened, rapt and wide-eyed. Eventually Elijah, doubtless because his eyes were widest, asked, "So, when was this?"

Ian glanced over the rim of his glass. "As I said, my dear, last week, while you four were off surfing. Now, who will pour your wizard another scotch?"

Title: Living Letter
Fandom: LOTR FPS
Characters/Pairing: Sam/Rosie, Rosie/Pervinca
Rating: PG
Word Count: 125
Disclaimer: Middle-earth is the Professor's, and the fullness thereof.
Written for:

xclairdelune

Rosie knew why Sam sent her to Great Smials, when he might have just sent a letter and a basket. Instead he sent her with Goldi and Merry and Pippin, who romped through the great warren of the Smials with countless faunts their age; Rosie meanwhile paid a long call on Mistress Pervinca, laid up in bed with carrying her third child, still as Rosie'd never seen her. Mistress Eglantine looked puzzled to see Rosie there, and Mistress Pearl frowned, but Master Pippin smiled; Vinca herself looked better for tea and tales and a hand laid in hand, till her smile of old came out sharp and bright on her pale face, and Rosie kissed the corners of that smile till Pervinca kissed her back.