Sam/Cas, Hoilday Cheer/Threesomes, Fluff, PG, 202 Words
Castiel tilted his head, “Last time there were only two people and pizza. Why are there three this time?”
Upon entering the room Sam looked at the glowing TV and sighed, “Again?”
“I wanted to do something… nice for you for the holidays.”
While he wanted to stop the laugh that threatened to bubble up from his chest Sam found that he could not, “Did Dean put you up to this?”
The look in Castiel’s eyes did not lie, and his next few blunt words didn’t either, “He said you would enjoy,” He attempted to do air quotes “The Threesome.”
Sam nudged Castiel over on the couch, plopping down to join him. And reached for the remote, clicking off the TV putting a hault the moaning sounds coming from it, “What I enjoy Cas, is you. Just you. That is enough. And don’t listen to my brother when it comes to these things, he doesn’t know what he’s talking about.”
He reached down and brought Castiel’s face to his, giving him a quick but heartfelt kiss, “This is what you want Sam Winchester?”
“Yes, this is what I want.”
“That shouldn’t be too hard.”
Sam laughed again, “Merry Christmas Cas.”
Harry/Hermione, Bringing Someone Back From the Edge, Angst but Fluff, PG, 350 Words
The Locket sat heavy on his neck. He knew that they had recently called for a break but the idea of letting it out of his sights didn’t sit right with him. He had seen what it had done to Ron, seen how it had twisted and broken his friend. But this had to be done. Whenever Hermione looked at him he knew that she was looking a shell, an empty shell that was slowly breaking as Ron had done.
Every time he looked at her anything she said bothered him. And without Ron there the buffer between them was gone. Every time she corrected him, every time she tried to do something for his own good. He couldn’t stand it, being told what to do. She wasn’t in charge. He was the chosen one for Merlin’s sake.
“Harry put down the wand.”
She was looking at him afraid. Good, she should. He was more powerful.
“Harry you don’t want to do this, it’s the locket. Look at your hand.”
He glanced down and saw how it was shaking. How his fingers gripped the wand and turned white. She tentatively approached him her hand closing over his wand hand. And when did her hands start to look so small? She had always been close to him in size, “Hermione?”
Her hand tried to pry the wand from his but he found that his fingers would not move from their spot. Finally she removed her hands and reached up, pulling his face down to hers. The kiss was slow, gentle, almost if she was afraid of ruining him. He found his hand going slack and the wand dropped, clattering uselessly onto the tent ground. When she pulled back she was blushing.
“What about Ron?”
“Ron left us Harry. He left me, this is what we are left with. And I am going to bloody well fight for it.”
At that she yanked the locket off his neck and threw it on the ground, then she reached up and kissed him, just once more. So he would know that she was sure.
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