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Fic; Bitter Heart ( Arya/Sansa, GoT )
Title: Bitter Heart
Pairing/Characters: Arya/Sansa (GoT/ASoIaF)
Genre: General
Rating: PG
Summary: She can't fight the pounding in the shell of her chest, and the swell of her heart. Something similar to adoration, akin to love---hid there.
Spoilers: None. It's just a drabble to show the contrast between the Stark sisters.
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Fic: Papercuts (Glee, Brittany/Santana)
Title: Papercuts
Pairing/Characters: Santana/Brittany
Genre: Drama/Friendship
Rating: PG-13 (if only for a mention of smoking/drinking)
Summary: Brittany speaks of such a thing so freely.
Word Count: 419
Spoilers: None. It's Pre-Season 2/3
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FIC; Just don't decieve me. [Glee, Santana/Brittany]
Title: Just don't decieve me
Pairing: Santana/Brittany
Rating: PG
Summary: She needs her. She doesn't need anybody.
Spoilers: None.
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FIC; Paint it red. (Glee, Puck/Santana)
Title: Paint it red
Pairing: Puck/Santana (sorta.)
Rating: PG
Summary: "I dare you to say it again." She gave another fierce tug until her face was practically a centimeter from his own. Her eyes narrowed in a threatening way, her voice lowering to grate out a "Double dog dare you."
Spoilers: N/A.
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fic; we're all too small (to talk to god)
Title: we're all too small (to talk to god)
Pairing: Cassie/Jal. (Skins)
Rating: PG-13 (for drug use and language)
Summary: Sometimes, she still found herself looking up at the sky. Day or Night. And just wonders. Wonders about things like, if heaven exists. If Chris is still up there, if the baby was too. If Captain Joe Kattinger was beside him. ( Read more... ) -
Fic; Eyes on Fire
Title: Eyes on Fire
Pairing: Santana/Brittany
Rating: PG-13
Summary: They are going to fillet each other alive.
Spoilers: None
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Fic; Tear My Stillhouse Down (AU preview)
Title: Tear My Stillhouse Down
Pairing: Santana/Brittany
Rating: M
Summary: AU (1920s) The batty old previous generation could bitch all they'd like, rant and rave about how this new music inspired the youth to flash their garters and dry hump each other in a frenzy. But this was jazz.
Spoilers: None
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