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bleach ★ don't send a man to do our job
Title: Marbles
Author: scratchmist
Fandom: Howl’s Moving Castle
Character/Pairing: Howl/Sophie, Howl-centric
Rating: PG—13
Warnings: It’s pretty fluffy, I guess =)
Word Count: ~1500
Summary: There are only two things Howl is afraid of. One is a bad hair day. The other is losing his heart.

Howl is a dorkus malorkus. A vain one, but a dork nonetheless. scratchmist captured that side of him perfectly, which makes for some amusing parts in this fic, but you also get his sensitive side with some really beautiful parts. This fic mainly looks at his womanising ways from when he was younger and him reflecting on them now that he’s met Sophie who, hilariously freaks the hell out of him, but I guess it’s mainly because he’s scared of how much he cares about her. You really see his growth even within this one fic with the juxtaposition of the first and last lines, which touch the heart and are funny at the same time.

Sometimes it’s hard, being like this. He never really thought it was, until then – twenty-five-year-old-Howl, and now, of all times, he wants his heart back – creeping out of his bed at night to watch her sleeping in the space under the stairs. She’s snoring like a walrus, but she’s got the look of a young girl again. He sees right through her skin (not in that way; at least, not when she can outsnore a mountain giant), past the insecurities and the denial and the latent grumbling and her witchery - it’s all magic underneath.

What did he ever see in the Witch of the Waste? What did he ever see in his

Here was real beauty.
bleach ★ don't send a man to do our job
Title: Like Love in the Movies
Author: ambientlight
Fandom: The Melancholy of Haruhi Suzumiya
Character/Pairing: Haruhi/Kyon
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Word Count: ~3400
Summary: In which Kyon's life becomes an indie movie. Sort of.

Anyone who’s read more than a few fics in this fandom knows that great ones are very hard to find, basically because it’s hard to get the characters right. This author had no such problem, Kyon’s voice is totally spot-on and the plotline is totally Haruhi-esque. It’s a little light on the female Brigade members, but that’s okay in this fic because it’s pretty Kyon-centric, sort of with the feel of The Disappearance of Haruhi Suzumiya, which is totally cool because Kyon is epically awesome. But that's quite enough. Fade to black. Let the credits roll.

So it had finally happened: Haruhi had driven me insane. How foolishly optimistic I'd been, thinking that I would emerge from my troubled adolescence with minimal mental scarring and the need for, at most, several years in therapy. The average human psyche just isn't made for dealing with espers and time-travellers and aliens, let alone a girl with the power to warp reality. It was surprising that I'd even lasted so long, I thought, as I reached out for my bag. It was as if I was watching, from very far away, my nerveless fingers stretch tremblingly towards my fallen bag—

Not only was there another narrative voice in my head, but it was speaking in purple prose.

At that point I probably did scream.
bleach ★ don't send a man to do our job
Title: Childhood Treasures
Author: devildoll
Fandom: The Chronicles of Narnia
Character/Pairing: Implied Lucy/Tumnus
Rating: PG—13
Warnings: Takes place in The Lion, The Witch and the Wardrobe, primarily movie-verse canon
Word Count: ~1100
Summary: She isn't quite sure what they're waiting for, only that the waiting is harder for him than for her.

I honestly love the Lucy/Tumnus relationship. Before you hit me, I don’t necessarily mean in a romantic way, but their dynamic in the series was wonderful. This fic deals with missing moments between when the Pevensies are crowned and when they return to the real world, and also deals with Lucy losing Mr. Tumnus. The author writes the moments so beautifully and so poetically, it kind of break your heart. But, y’know, in a good way. =)

She asks him the same things over and over, and remembers for a short time, and that makes it feel real for a while. The memories cling and melt like snowflakes on her mittens, fleeting and fragile and gone before she even knows they're there. She doesn't understand why she wants them so badly, when they make her so sad.

What was it like, when you turned to stone?

It was nothing, until you were there, and I was alive again. It was waiting.
bleach ★ don't send a man to do our job
Title: Possibilities
Author: w175n57
Fandom: Samurai Champloo
Character/Pairing: Fuu, Mugen, Jin, Shino [gen]
Rating: PG—13
Warnings: Angst, character death, spoilers for the entire series
Word Count: ~1100
Summary: One point five weeks after the attack, Mugen and Fuu (and Jin) head home.

The Samurai Champloo fandom isn’t huge and great fic like this is hard to find so when you do, you grab it with both hands. The story’s structure is fairly loose and the author finds brilliant ways to say things without really saying them, which works beautifully because it keeps you in suspense for longer (or maybe I was completely oblivious because I didn’t realise what was going until I got halfway through the story =P). Either way, it’s wonderfully written, the characters are all spot on, and it totally makes you wibble.

In the middle of the strait, there is a place where Fuu can no longer see the island, but the mainland is perfectly clear. "Where are we going?" she asks. Mugen looks at Fuu strangely - he wonders what hole she pulled "we" out of. "Who cares," he says. ("Preferably somewhere with food," Jin comments.) "I don't have a home," Fuu says, then repeats it. It is official: she has no parents, no journey, no friends. "Same here, but you don't hear me whining," Mugen shoots. They fall into silence. "Edo," Mugen says, voice oddly distant. "The women there were good." ("Hm," Jin says. He thinks Edo will be good.) "Edo," Fuu echoes. "Edo."
Title: It All Comes Down To Time
Author: browncoat_2x2 
Fandom: Firefly
Character/Pairing: Tenth Doctor. Inara. Implied Mal/Inara, Doctor/Rose.
Rating: PG
Warnings: Vague allusions to Doctor Who Series 2
Word Count: ~1000
Summary: Firefly/Doctor Who crossover. 'This is almost, kinda, sorta, maybe like a prologue of sorts if there were to be a series of Inara/Ten adventures following this.'

One of the best things about Doctor Who is that it can crossover with virtually anything, but Firefly works extremely well. This is close to fandom heaven, my two favourite pairings featuring in the same fic. What these two shows shared was some heavy angst as well as great levity, and ultimately a fierce sense of humanity, and this piece of writing is a perfect showcase of that - the despair, the joy and the hope.

"Inara Serra!" came an enthused voice from behind her, and Inara turned to regard the man who stood there in a brown pin-striped suit, long brown coat and sneakers, grinning from ear to ear and looking rather pleased with himself.

Drawing in a breath to calm her emotions, she stood from her crouch slowly, eyeing him warily. "I'm sorry, have we met?"

"Oh, once, before…" the man said, scratching behind his ear, fighting a smile as though he knew the punch line to a particularly obvious joke. He gave a tilt of his head, motioning for her to look beyond him to the tall blue box sitting next to a tree at the roadside. A blue box Inara was sure had not been there before. A blue box she had seen once, a long time ago.

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