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  <pubDate>Tue, 13 Jan 2015 08:29:41 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Merlin: Arthur/Gwen/Lancelot, Gwen - Breaking Habits</title>
  <author>arobynsung</author>
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  <description>&lt;b&gt;Fandom:&lt;/b&gt; Merlin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Claim:&lt;/b&gt; Arthur/Gwen/Lancelot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Prompt + Number:&lt;/b&gt; Bold + 54&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;u&gt;Breaking Habits&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating:&lt;/b&gt; PG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Words:&lt;/b&gt; 100&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Warnings: &lt;/b&gt; none&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Summary:&lt;/b&gt; She is no longer a serving girl, but she is a fast learner and she has learned to be queen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Read: &lt;a href=&quot;http://song-of-a-robyn.livejournal.com/35756.html&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;LJ&lt;/a&gt; || &lt;a href=&quot;http://song-of-a-robyn.dreamwidth.org/32709.html&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot;&gt;DW&lt;/a&gt; || &lt;a href=&quot;http://archiveofourown.org/works/3171332&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot;&gt;A03&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;</description>
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  <category>#054</category>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 31 Dec 2014 05:48:58 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Merlin: Arthur/Gwen/Lancelot - Normal</title>
  <author>arobynsung</author>
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  <description>&lt;b&gt;Fandom:&lt;/b&gt; Merlin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Claim:&lt;/b&gt; Arthur/Gwen/Lancelot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Prompt + Number:&lt;/b&gt; Writer&apos;s Choice + 091&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; Normal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating:&lt;/b&gt; R&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Words:&lt;/b&gt; 111&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Warnings: &lt;/b&gt; none&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Summary:&lt;/b&gt; It&apos;s a normal sort of day in Camelot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It&apos;s a normal sort of day in Camelot; treaties to sign, knights to train, mythical beasts to conquer, manservants to make miserable, council meetings to suffer through. A normal day in Camelot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except for the part where at the end of the day, instead of having a quiet meal with his lovely wife, he&apos;ll be having a quiet meal with his lovely wife and his lovely first knight, and hopefully it won&apos;t be so quiet of a meal, because somehow they&apos;ve got to work through this whole in love with each other thing without bringing Camelot down with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, Camelot in imminent danger &lt;i&gt;is&lt;/i&gt; a normal sort of day.&lt;a name=&apos;cutid1-end&apos;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 31 Dec 2014 05:38:28 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Merlin: Arthur/Gwen/Lancelot - Beltane</title>
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  <description>&lt;b&gt;Fandom:&lt;/b&gt; Merlin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Claim:&lt;/b&gt; Arthur/Gwen/Lancelot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Prompt + Number:&lt;/b&gt; Sex + 035&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; Beltane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating:&lt;/b&gt; R&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Words:&lt;/b&gt; 100&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Warnings: &lt;/b&gt;implied sex&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Summary:&lt;/b&gt; She hears the wild sounds of the Beltane fires and its revelers outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;She hears the wild sounds of the Beltane fires and its revelers outside. Inside, Gwen bites into the sheets to cover up her own. Her body bends and twists, turning this way and that, unable to settle. The hands on her move and it is harder to keep her screams covered up, and she gives up trying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lancelot. Arthur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She releases both names in succession, over and over, unsure of who gives her pleasure from one moment to the next. Outside Beltane&apos;s fires roar and the revelers scream, but inside, their fire burns even hotter and the screams are louder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&apos;cutid1-end&apos;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 19 Aug 2014 01:27:01 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Fullmetal Alchemist || Roy/Ed/Russell || Cool Down</title>
  <author>lynx212</author>
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  <description>&lt;div&gt;Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Claim: Roy/Ed/Russell&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Prompt + Number: ice #37&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Title: &amp;nbsp;Cool Down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Words: 100&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rating: R&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Warnings: None&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Summary: Ed was a devious little shit but damn if he didn&amp;#39;t have the best ideas&amp;hellip;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 1.4;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://lynx212.livejournal.com/183310.html&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Those minutes ticked by like hours&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 19 Aug 2014 01:23:12 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Fullmetal Alchemist || Roy/Ed/Russell || Lone Soldier </title>
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  <description>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 1.4;&quot;&gt;Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Claim: Roy/Ed/Russell&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Prompt + Number: empty #53&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Title: &amp;nbsp;Lone Solider&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Words: 100&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rating: T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Warnings: None&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Summary: When work calls Ed and Roy away Russell has to deal with the solitude.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://lynx212.livejournal.com/182836.html&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Only a bed that felt too big and halls that echoed too much and Russell hated it&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 19 Aug 2014 01:19:37 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Fullmetal Alchemist || Roy/Ed/Russell || Clothes Make the Man </title>
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  <description>&lt;div&gt;Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Claim: Roy/Ed/Russell&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Prompt + Number: dress up #43&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Title: &amp;nbsp;Clothes Make the Man&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Words: 100&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rating: T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Warnings: None&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Summary: Jean didn&amp;#39;t know how they did it, but he was more than happy to watch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://lynx212.livejournal.com/182429.html&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;There would be no, belle at this ball.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 19 Aug 2014 01:16:45 GMT</pubDate>
  <title> Fullmetal Alchemist || Roy/Ed/Russell || Snapshots </title>
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  <description>Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist&lt;br /&gt;Claim: Roy/Ed/Russell&lt;br /&gt;Prompt + Number: pictures #34&lt;br /&gt;Title: Snapshots&lt;br /&gt;Words: 100&lt;br /&gt;Rating: PG&lt;br /&gt;Warnings: None&lt;br /&gt;Summary: The trio was growing on Maes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://lynx212.livejournal.com/182135.html&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Maes was sorting through his bounty of photographs and what he saw made him smile&lt;/a&gt;.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 27 Jan 2013 18:10:36 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>The Image in the Mirror [Prison Break | Michael/Sara/Lincoln | R]</title>
  <author>clair_de_lune</author>
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  <description>&lt;b&gt;Title: The Image in the Mirror&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Author:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span  class=&quot;ljuser  i-ljuser  i-ljuser-type-P     &quot;  data-ljuser=&quot;clair_de_lune&quot; lj:user=&quot;clair_de_lune&quot; &gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://clair-de-lune.livejournal.com/profile/&quot;  target=&quot;_self&quot;  class=&quot;i-ljuser-profile&quot; &gt;&lt;img  class=&quot;i-ljuser-userhead&quot;  src=&quot;https://l-stat.livejournal.net/img/userinfo_v8.png?v=17080&amp;v=923.1&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://clair-de-lune.livejournal.com/&quot; class=&quot;i-ljuser-username&quot;   target=&quot;_self&quot;   &gt;&lt;b&gt;clair_de_lune&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fandom:&lt;/b&gt; Prison Break&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Characters:&lt;/b&gt; Michael/Sara/Lincoln&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Categories:&lt;/b&gt; Het, slash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating:&lt;/b&gt; PG-13 (R for the incestuous aspect, nothing graphic)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Word Count:&lt;/b&gt; ~ 240&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Prompt &amp; Number:&lt;/b&gt; #056 Mirror&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Summary:&lt;/b&gt; There’s a mirror in their bedroom... (Post-series, alternate canon)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://clair-de-lune.livejournal.com/366744.html&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Image in the Mirror&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 30 Dec 2012 18:14:25 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Kids (past, present and future) [Prison Break, Michael/Sara/Lincoln, PG-13]</title>
  <author>clair_de_lune</author>
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  <description>&lt;b&gt;Title: Kids (past, present and future)&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Author:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span  class=&quot;ljuser  i-ljuser  i-ljuser-type-P     &quot;  data-ljuser=&quot;clair_de_lune&quot; lj:user=&quot;clair_de_lune&quot; &gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://clair-de-lune.livejournal.com/profile/&quot;  target=&quot;_self&quot;  class=&quot;i-ljuser-profile&quot; &gt;&lt;img  class=&quot;i-ljuser-userhead&quot;  src=&quot;https://l-stat.livejournal.net/img/userinfo_v8.png?v=17080&amp;v=923.1&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://clair-de-lune.livejournal.com/&quot; class=&quot;i-ljuser-username&quot;   target=&quot;_self&quot;   &gt;&lt;b&gt;clair_de_lune&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fandom:&lt;/b&gt; Prison Break&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Characters:&lt;/b&gt; Michael/Sara/Lincoln, LJ, Michael Jr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Categories:&lt;/b&gt; Gen, implied slash and het&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating:&lt;/b&gt; PG-13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Warning:&lt;/b&gt; Incest (implied)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Word Count:&lt;/b&gt; ~ 220&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Prompt &amp; number:&lt;/b&gt; 029 Kids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Summary:&lt;/b&gt; LJ knows, Michael Jr. knows, and Sara may have a news to share. (Post-series, alternate canon)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://clair-de-lune.livejournal.com/361820.html&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kids (past, present and future)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 02 Dec 2012 17:00:39 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>After Her [Prison Break | Michael/Sara/Lincoln | NC-17]</title>
  <author>clair_de_lune</author>
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  <description>&lt;b&gt;Title: After Her&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Author:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span  class=&quot;ljuser  i-ljuser  i-ljuser-type-P     &quot;  data-ljuser=&quot;clair_de_lune&quot; lj:user=&quot;clair_de_lune&quot; &gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://clair-de-lune.livejournal.com/profile/&quot;  target=&quot;_self&quot;  class=&quot;i-ljuser-profile&quot; &gt;&lt;img  class=&quot;i-ljuser-userhead&quot;  src=&quot;https://l-stat.livejournal.net/img/userinfo_v8.png?v=17080&amp;v=923.1&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://clair-de-lune.livejournal.com/&quot; class=&quot;i-ljuser-username&quot;   target=&quot;_self&quot;   &gt;&lt;b&gt;clair_de_lune&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fandom:&lt;/b&gt; Prison Break&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pairing:&lt;/b&gt; Michael/Sara/Lincoln&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Categories:&lt;/b&gt; Slash, het&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating:&lt;/b&gt; NC-17&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Warning:&lt;/b&gt; Incest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Word Count:&lt;/b&gt; ~ 250&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Prompt &amp; number:&lt;/b&gt; 022 Rhythm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Summary:&lt;/b&gt; Sara sets the rhythm tonight. (Post-series, alternate canon)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Author’s Note:&lt;/b&gt; Written for &lt;span  class=&quot;ljuser  i-ljuser  i-ljuser-type-C     &quot;  data-ljuser=&quot;ot3_100&quot; lj:user=&quot;ot3_100&quot; &gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://ot3-100.livejournal.com/profile/&quot;  target=&quot;_self&quot;  class=&quot;i-ljuser-profile&quot; &gt;&lt;img  class=&quot;i-ljuser-userhead&quot;  src=&quot;https://l-stat.livejournal.net/img/community.png?v=556&amp;v=923.1&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://ot3-100.livejournal.com/&quot; class=&quot;i-ljuser-username&quot;   target=&quot;_self&quot;   &gt;&lt;b&gt;ot3_100&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://clair-de-lune.livejournal.com/359993.html&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;After Her&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 18 Nov 2012 18:09:28 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Prison Break: Michael/Sara/Lincoln - Stretch</title>
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  <description>&lt;b&gt;Title: Stretch&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Author:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span  class=&quot;ljuser  i-ljuser  i-ljuser-type-P     &quot;  data-ljuser=&quot;clair_de_lune&quot; lj:user=&quot;clair_de_lune&quot; &gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://clair-de-lune.livejournal.com/profile/&quot;  target=&quot;_self&quot;  class=&quot;i-ljuser-profile&quot; &gt;&lt;img  class=&quot;i-ljuser-userhead&quot;  src=&quot;https://l-stat.livejournal.net/img/userinfo_v8.png?v=17080&amp;v=923.1&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://clair-de-lune.livejournal.com/&quot; class=&quot;i-ljuser-username&quot;   target=&quot;_self&quot;   &gt;&lt;b&gt;clair_de_lune&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fandom:&lt;/b&gt; Prison Break&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pairing:&lt;/b&gt; Michael/Sara/Lincoln&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Category:&lt;/b&gt; Het, implied slash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating:&lt;/b&gt; NC-17&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Warning:&lt;/b&gt; Incest (implied)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Word Count:&lt;/b&gt; ~ 270&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Summary:&lt;/b&gt; Sara pushes the limits. (Post-series, alternate canon)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Notes:&lt;/b&gt; Written for &lt;span  class=&quot;ljuser  i-ljuser  i-ljuser-type-C     &quot;  data-ljuser=&quot;ot3_100&quot; lj:user=&quot;ot3_100&quot; &gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://ot3-100.livejournal.com/profile/&quot;  target=&quot;_self&quot;  class=&quot;i-ljuser-profile&quot; &gt;&lt;img  class=&quot;i-ljuser-userhead&quot;  src=&quot;https://l-stat.livejournal.net/img/community.png?v=556&amp;v=923.1&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://ot3-100.livejournal.com/&quot; class=&quot;i-ljuser-username&quot;   target=&quot;_self&quot;   &gt;&lt;b&gt;ot3_100&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for the prompt #052 ‘stretch’. Set in &lt;a href=&quot;http://clair-de-lune.livejournal.com/tag/fic%3A%20sum%20of%20the%20parts&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;The Sum of the Parts ‘verse&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://clair-de-lune.livejournal.com/358637.html&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Stretch&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 09 Sep 2012 23:09:08 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Glee: Quinn/Santana/Brittany: Sharing is Caring</title>
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  <description>&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fandom&lt;/b&gt;: &amp;nbsp;Glee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Claim&lt;/b&gt;: Quinn Fabray/Santana Lopez/Brittany S. Pierce&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Prompt &lt;/b&gt;+ &lt;b&gt;Number&lt;/b&gt;: #5. Share&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Title&lt;/b&gt;: Sharing is Caring&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating&lt;/b&gt;: T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Warnings&lt;/b&gt;: Femslash&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Summary&lt;/b&gt;:&amp;nbsp;Sometimes, Santana and Quinn had trouble sharing Brittany.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes, Santana and Quinn had trouble sharing Brittany. They were both hopelessly in love with her, and sometimes, that caused them to fight over her. Brittany hated it when they fought. She just wished that they could be happy all the time.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;One day, Santana and Quinn had been having a particuarly loud fight about Santana being too possessive of Brittany.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Q, S...&amp;quot; Brittany said, tears welling up in her baby blue eyes. &amp;quot;Please-please don&amp;#39;t fight.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;They both looked over at Brittany, the girl they loved so much, on the brink of tears.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Don&amp;#39;t cry, B.&amp;quot; Santana said, stroking Brittany&amp;#39;s golden-blonde hair.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;We can have the night together, alone, if you&amp;#39;d like?&amp;quot; Quinn asked.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Brittany cuddled them both to her closely. &amp;quot;Yeah.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a name=&apos;cutid1-end&apos;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</description>
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  <media:title type="plain">I Say A Little Prayer - The Unholy Trinity</media:title>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 09 Sep 2012 22:43:53 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Glee: Quinn/Santana/Brittany: Soft</title>
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  <description>&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fandom&lt;/b&gt;: &amp;nbsp;Glee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Claim&lt;/b&gt;: Quinn Fabray/Santana Lopez/Brittany S. Pierce&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Prompt &lt;/b&gt;+ &lt;b&gt;Number&lt;/b&gt;: #3. Touch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Title&lt;/b&gt;: Soft&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating&lt;/b&gt;: M&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Warnings&lt;/b&gt;: Femslash, sexual situations&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Summary&lt;/b&gt;: &amp;quot;You have really soft hands, Quinn,&amp;quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;line-height:13.5pt;&quot;&gt;The first time that Quinn, Santana and Brittany all had sex together was a nerve-wracking time for Quinn. She had only ever had sex with Puck, and that was nothing compared to what she imagined sex with the two most beautiful girls she&amp;#39;d ever met would be like.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As nervous as she was, when Brittany and Santana assured her she would be fine, Quinn felt much better, and a whole lot more confident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brittany laid on her bed between Quinn and Santana with her legs spread apart, her shirt unbuttoned and her jeans crumpled on the floor. Quinn&amp;#39;s hands moved slowly up the taller blonde&amp;rsquo;s legs and Santana played with Brittany&amp;rsquo;s breasts, squeezing her nipples between her thumb and forefinger. Brittany&amp;rsquo;s head tipped back as she smiled, enjoying their attention.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;line-height:13.5pt;&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;You have really soft hands, Quinn,&amp;quot; Brittany observed, breathlessly, as Quinn pushed one finger into her and dragged her thumb over her clit. &amp;quot;Softer than &amp;lsquo;Tana&amp;rsquo;s are,&amp;quot; she smiled at this, &amp;quot;they feel... nice.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;line-height:13.5pt;&quot;&gt;Quinn smirked in triumph, looking over at Santana, who glared back at her and rolled her eyes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&apos;cutid1-end&apos;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 09 Sep 2012 11:34:35 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Glee: Quinn/Santana/Brittany: Both of You</title>
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  <description>&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fandom&lt;/b&gt;: &amp;nbsp;Glee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Claim&lt;/b&gt;: Quinn Fabray/Santana Lopez/Brittany S. Pierce&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Prompt &lt;/b&gt;+ &lt;b&gt;Number&lt;/b&gt;: #4. Love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Title&lt;/b&gt;: Both of You&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating&lt;/b&gt;: T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Warnings&lt;/b&gt;: Femslash, squint-and-you&amp;#39;ll-find sexual references.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Summary&lt;/b&gt;: &amp;quot;I love you.&amp;quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;quot;I love you.&amp;quot; Brittany whispered as she lay in bed between Santana and Quinn, the other two women&amp;#39;s arms wrapped around her waist. Their duvet covered their barely clothed bodies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;quot;Who?&amp;quot; Santana brushed a lock of light blonde hair from Brittany&amp;#39;s forehead, making the woman giggle. Quinn shifted her position so she was spooning Brittany, her front against the other blonde&amp;#39;s back.&amp;rdquo;Which one of us, Britts?&amp;rdquo;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They both looked at her, interested.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;quot;Both of you,&amp;quot; she said with a wide, childlike smile. &amp;quot;I love you both!&amp;quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Santana and Quinn kissed Brittany on both cheeks, cuddling up to her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;quot;Love you too, B.&amp;quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&apos;cutid1-end&apos;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 09 Sep 2012 10:40:45 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Glee: Quinn/Santana/Brittany: Love &amp; Care</title>
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  <description>&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fandom&lt;/b&gt;: Glee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Claim&lt;/b&gt;: Quinn Fabray/Santana Lopez/Brittany S. Pierce&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Prompt&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;+ &lt;b&gt;Number&lt;/b&gt;: #2. Hug&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Title&lt;/b&gt;: Love &amp;amp; Care&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating&lt;/b&gt;: T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Warnings&lt;/b&gt;: Femslash&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Summary&lt;/b&gt;:&amp;nbsp;Neither Santana nor Quinn came from very &amp;#39;hands-on&amp;#39; families.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neither Santana nor Quinn came from very &amp;#39;hands-on&amp;#39; families. Sure, they were loving, most of the time, but hugs were not an everyday occurance, only reserved for when a child was crying or sick, or on birthdays and Christmas and other special occasions. As kindergartners, when they saw their new bubbly blonde best friend being smothered with hugs by her sobbing parents as they sent her off to her first day at Lima Heights Kindergarten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that they were with Brittany, that had all changed. &amp;nbsp;Whenever they were together, she insisted on hanging off them, draping her arms around the other two women, resting her head on their shoulders and giggling as she did so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Although they didn&amp;#39;t always say it, it &lt;i&gt;was &lt;/i&gt;a nice change.&lt;a name=&apos;cutid1-end&apos;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 07 Sep 2012 07:53:48 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Glee: Quinn/Santana/Brittany: Freshman Year</title>
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  <description>&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fandom&lt;/b&gt;: Glee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Claim&lt;/b&gt;: Quinn Fabray/Santana Lopez/Brittany S. Pierce&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Prompt Number&lt;/b&gt;: #1. Kiss&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Title&lt;/b&gt;: Freshman Year&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating&lt;/b&gt;: T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Warnings&lt;/b&gt;: Femslash&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Summary&lt;/b&gt;:&amp;nbsp;Freshman year was the first time Quinn ever saw Brittany and Santana together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freshman year was the first time Quinn ever saw Brittany and Santana together. As in, &lt;i&gt;together&lt;/i&gt; together. They were together normally all the time. Now Quinn knew why they spent so much time alone, having sleepovers, and shopping without inviting Quinn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Oh my God, what are you two doing?&amp;quot; Quinn shouted at the two girls, who had decided to have a makeout session in the girls locker room after Cheerios practice. Quinn had only stayed back at school to study at the library, and needed to go to the bathroom. The locker room was the closest place with a toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santana seemed to look like she was going to break down in tears of&amp;nbsp;embarrassment, but Brittany didn&amp;#39;t look the slightest bit concerned. Actually, she seemed to be looking at Quinn incredibly suggestively, making the shorter blonde girl blush profusely. She covered her red cheeks with her hands, not knowing why her body was betraying her like that. Maybe she was just imagining the incredibly... &lt;i&gt;sexy&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;look on the Dutch girl&amp;#39;s face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brittany took a look up and down Quinn&amp;#39;s body. She was still wearing her short Cheerios skirt, with her school jacket over the top.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Why don&amp;#39;t you join us, Q?&amp;quot; Brittany breathed, wiggling her finger to signal Quinn to come over to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&apos;cutid1-end&apos;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 05 Sep 2012 22:39:39 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Harry Potter: Hannah/Justin/Ernie: Tears</title>
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  <description>&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fandom&lt;/b&gt;: Harry Potter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Claim&lt;/b&gt;: Hannah Abbott/Justin Finch-Fletchley/Ernie Macmillan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Prompt &lt;/b&gt;+ &lt;b&gt;Number&lt;/b&gt;: #2. Hug&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Title&lt;/b&gt;: Tears&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating&lt;/b&gt;: K&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Warnings&lt;/b&gt;: None&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Summary&lt;/b&gt;: Hannah comes back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;( &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.fanfiction.net/s/8489254/2/Those-Three-Hufflepuffs&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot;&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt; )&lt;/div&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 05 Sep 2012 22:13:15 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Harry Potter: Hannah/Justin/Ernie: Why Not Join Us?</title>
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  <description>&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fandom&lt;/b&gt;: Harry Potter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Claim&lt;/b&gt;:&amp;nbsp;Hannah Abbott/Justin Finch-Fletchley/Ernie Macmillan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Prompt &lt;/b&gt;+ &lt;b&gt;Number&lt;/b&gt;: #1. Kiss&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Title&lt;/b&gt;: Why Not Join Us?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating&lt;/b&gt;: T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Warnings&lt;/b&gt;: None&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Summary&lt;/b&gt;: Justin is sick of being left out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.fanfiction.net/s/8489254/1/Those-Three-Hufflepuffs&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot;&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; )&lt;/div&gt;</description>
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  <media:title type="plain">Pictures of You - The Last Goodnight</media:title>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 20 Aug 2012 16:01:42 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Hetalia - America/Australia/Canada - &quot;On the Front&quot; Part XIII</title>
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  <description>Fandom: Hetalia&lt;br /&gt;Claim: America/Australia/Canada&lt;br /&gt;Prompt + Number: 25. Silence&lt;br /&gt;Title: On the Front - Part XIII&lt;br /&gt;Rating: M for sexual situations&lt;br /&gt;Warnings: Hetalia deals with the personification of nation-states. Some stories examine them as nations and others as just people.&lt;br /&gt;Summary: WW2. Canada manages to make it to the Pacific theater in order to meet up with America, little does he realize that there is someone else waiting for him too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they lay in a tangle of sweaty limbs, Canada wasn&apos;t sure if he should feel guilty for allowing America and himself to soil Australia&apos;s innocence or just be happy about how good he felt in that moment. Even in the midst of all the uncertainty, all the hate, and our the death, they would still be able to be together. They would continue to cooperate and they would survive. He buried his nose in America&apos;s hair and the other man nuzzled into his shoulder. He could feel the soft puffs of air against his shoulder as he settled against his back. In the silence of the night, he could hear their breathing. He knew they would be alright in the end somehow. Somehow, they would all get through this because now that he had a taste of it, he wasn&apos;t willing to give it up.&lt;a name=&apos;cutid1-end&apos;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</description>
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  <title>Hetalia - America/Australia/Canada - &quot;On the Front&quot; Part VIII</title>
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  <description>Fandom: Hetalia&lt;br /&gt;Claim: America/Australia/Canada&lt;br /&gt;Prompt + Number: 20. Compromise&lt;br /&gt;Title: On the Front - Part VIII&lt;br /&gt;Rating: PG-13&lt;br /&gt;Warnings: Hetalia deals with the personification of nation-states. Some stories examine them as nations and others as just people.&lt;br /&gt;Summary: WW2. Canada manages to make it to the Pacific theater in order to meet up with America, little does he realize that there is someone else waiting for him too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After his promise to support him, Australia and Canada made their way back to the tent Australia had been sharing with America. Canada noticed that in the time they had been gone, his flag had been set up next to the other two. He was officially here now. He was officially sharing a tent with two people he knew well, one that he had been beside all his life, even when they weren&apos;t on the same side. He had always loved him, even when he pretended he didn&apos;t. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They entered the tent and Australia walked over to America and shook him gently on the shoulder. He blinked and sat up. &quot;What did you two decide?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;We decided that there are more important things to do than what may have happened between us. I will try to be okay with this.&quot; Canada said. America nodded. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;It&apos;ll take some compromises.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;You&apos;re terrible at compromises.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;I&apos;m excellent at them.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;You&apos;re in denial...&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Hey mates, so I can think of the first compromise...&quot; Australia interrupted, as he shoved a few of the cots together in the middle of the tent. &quot;How about we all get some sleep.&quot; It took a few more minutes to decide where everyone would sleep, but Canada eventually felt satisfied pressed up against America&apos;s back, Australia pressed up against his. It was going to take some getting used to, but amongst all the death and destruction. A little comfort, did not seem all that undeserved.&lt;a name=&apos;cutid1-end&apos;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 18 Jun 2012 14:12:04 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Hetalia - America/Australia/Canada - &quot;On the Front&quot; Part VII</title>
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  <description>Fandom: Hetalia&lt;br /&gt;Claim: America/Australia/Canada&lt;br /&gt;Prompt + Number: 19. Calling&lt;br /&gt;Title: On the Front - Part VII&lt;br /&gt;Rating: PG-13&lt;br /&gt;Warnings: Hetalia deals with the personification of nation-states. Some stories examine them as nations and others as just people.&lt;br /&gt;Summary: WW2. Canada manages to make it to the Pacific theater in order to meet up with America, little does he realize that there is someone else waiting for him too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Canada was certain he had misunderstood when Australia suggested that they be together, all three of them. He raised at an eyebrow at his younger cohort and Australia looked sheepish. &quot;I know it&apos;s not unheard of.&quot; Australia added, as if he could deny that his claim was anything less than insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;No, it&apos;s not unheard of.&quot; France in his quest to educate him, had told him all about a few liaisons over the years. Those tales had been lurid and Canada often pretended that he had forgotten them, but they were there. His cheeks colored when he considered them both pressed up against him. He shook his head, &quot;Australia, you can&apos;t possibly be proposing this now, we are at war, a world war. We need to answer to a much higher calling.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;And we need each other. Okay, maybe you don&apos;t need me, but I need America because England isn&apos;t exactly helping me out. And you&apos;re here now and I need all the help I can get. I&apos;m scared shitless Canada.&quot; The look in his eyes told Canada it wasn&apos;t a lie. Canada pulled him into an embrace, trying to reassure him that he wasn&apos;t going to be destroyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;I&apos;m here to support you. We&apos;ll figure out the rest of it after.&quot;&lt;a name=&apos;cutid1-end&apos;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 18 Jun 2012 14:09:08 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Hetalia - America/Australia/Canada - &quot;On the Front&quot; Part VI</title>
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  <description>Fandom: Hetalia&lt;br /&gt;Claim: America/Australia/Canada&lt;br /&gt;Prompt + Number: 18. Letters&lt;br /&gt;Title: On the Front - Part VI&lt;br /&gt;Rating: PG-13&lt;br /&gt;Warnings: Hetalia deals with the personification of nation-states. Some stories examine them as nations and others as just people.&lt;br /&gt;Summary: WW2. Canada manages to make it to the Pacific theater in order to meet up with America, little does he realize that there is someone else waiting for him too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Canada flustered for several minutes over the use of a pet name he had been sure Australia had been too drunk to remember using. Australia smiled a little and reached out to touch his hair again, brushing one of his calloused fingers across Canada&apos;s cheek, that did nothing to help the blush. Now all he could think about was Australia pressed up against him, the heady taste of victory on both their tongues. It had been at the end of the Great War, at a time where Canada had been in an off phase with America. The beer had been plentiful and it had been so wonderful to see everyone alive. He didn&apos;t remember how it had even started, he just remembered that by the end of the night, he and Australia had been wrapped up in each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;I still have all those letters. I&apos;m sorry that I never got around to answering them.&quot; Canada didn&apos;t think his cheeks could get any more red. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;I was hoping that they had been lost at sea, eh? Or that you weren&apos;t interested.&quot; He had blocked that embarrassing interlude out of his mind, pretending that the time where he had pursued Australia didn&apos;t happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Australia rubbed at his neck, his own cheeks tinged pink, &quot;I didn&apos;t know what to say and then before I knew it too much time had passed, and besides you two were back together. I think we should explore it.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Canada was confused, &quot;I don&apos;t understand.&quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;I think we should all be together. We&apos;ll be stronger and get through this that way.&quot;&lt;a name=&apos;cutid1-end&apos;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 18 Jun 2012 14:06:03 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Hetalia - America/Australia/Canada - &quot;On the Front&quot; Part V</title>
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  <description>Fandom: Hetalia&lt;br /&gt;Claim: America/Australia/Canada&lt;br /&gt;Prompt + Number: 17. Petnames&lt;br /&gt;Title: On the Front - Part V&lt;br /&gt;Rating: PG-13&lt;br /&gt;Warnings: Hetalia deals with the personification of nation-states. Some stories examine them as nations and others as just people.&lt;br /&gt;Summary: WW2. Canada manages to make it to the Pacific theater in order to meet up with America, little does he realize that there is someone else waiting for him too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;I&apos;ll explain.&quot; Australia said. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Aussie, you don&apos;t have to. I can take care of it.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;You&apos;re already taking care of me too much.&quot; he replied, looking away from Canada and looking pointedly at the American. America closed his mouth and sat on the cot looking fidgety. Australia turned back to Canada, &quot;Can we talk, you know, Dominion to Dominion?&quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;I suppose.&quot; Canada replied. Taking that as a cue that he was excluded, America flopped back onto the cot, telling them to wake him when they got done talking and to call him if they needed anything. They agreed. Canada walked out of the tent first and noticed that Australia looked back at America once more before they left. It was a tender, longing expression, and Canada couldn&apos;t quite describe the feeling in his chest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they had walked some distance away, Australia turned to look at him. Out in the darkness, Australia looked younger than he did in the light. &quot;So, like I was saying in there... America is just taking care of me. I mean, I wish it was more, but he has you... And the only time anything has happened we were just relieved the other was alive...&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Australia, I...&quot; he wasn&apos;t really sure what he should say to such an admission. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Just like that time between us, right Maple?&quot; The use of the nickname made Canada&apos;s cheeks color.&lt;a name=&apos;cutid1-end&apos;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 18 Jun 2012 14:04:14 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Hetalia - America/Australia/Canada - &quot;On the Front&quot; Part IV</title>
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  <description>Fandom: Hetalia&lt;br /&gt;Claim: America/Australia/Canada&lt;br /&gt;Prompt + Number: 16. Loss&lt;br /&gt;Title: On the Front - Part IV&lt;br /&gt;Rating: PG-13&lt;br /&gt;Warnings: Hetalia deals with the personification of nation-states. Some stories examine them as nations and others as just people.&lt;br /&gt;Summary: WW2. Canada manages to make it to the Pacific theater in order to meet up with America, little does he realize that there is someone else waiting for him too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Canada was beginning to feel that he must be in a dream, perhaps it would be easier to take in if he just pretended he were in a dream. He swallowed before speaking, &quot;I know that he loves me, I don&apos;t need you to tell me that Australia.&quot; His cheeks colored slightly, it felt odd to admit it aloud to another person, especially when he had just admitted those feelings to England just a few days before. Australia, got little wide eyed when Canada snapped at him, not expecting it. However, Canada felt far too surprised by this awkward chain of events. He had half a mind to get up, away from Australia&apos;s presence, perhaps even drag America outside in order to tell him exactly how he felt about this situation. Canada glanced over at Australia, wanting to hate him in that moment, but what he saw was someone lost and scared. Australia had a lot to lose if this war went badly for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looked thin and far too tired. The sparky attitude that had always made tea parties interesting once Australia had been brought into the fold of the empire was missing. Canada looked away from him, denying the protective feeling he had about the younger Dominion. He looked up into America&apos;s eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Tell me what is going on.&quot; he demanded, and America opened his mouth to tell him. &lt;a name=&apos;cutid1-end&apos;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 14 Jun 2012 04:50:38 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Hetalia - America/Australia/Canada - &quot;On the Front&quot; Part III</title>
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  <description>Fandom: Hetalia&lt;br /&gt;Claim: America/Australia/Canada&lt;br /&gt;Prompt + Number: 15. Panic&lt;br /&gt;Title: On the Front - Part III&lt;br /&gt;Rating: PG-13&lt;br /&gt;Warnings: Hetalia deals with the personification of nation-states. Some stories examine them as nations and others as just people.&lt;br /&gt;Summary: WW2. Canada manages to make it to the Pacific theater in order to meet up with America, little does he realize that there is someone else waiting for him too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Canada had backed away fast. He put the back of his hand to his mouth and looked at America in bewilderment. He looked torn, between staying on the cot with Australia and moving towards the floor to be with Canada. Canada knew that America was missing him. He felt it in the kiss. That hadn&apos;t been faked, hadn&apos;t been pretend. The look in his eyes was genuine, Canada wanted to be beside him, but there was something odd about the way that Australia had his arm wrapped around America. He panicked, had things changed? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;America...&quot; he said, his mind searching for the right words. He denied it to himself, America had kissed him back, there was no way he would choose Australia over him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Canada, it&apos;s not what you think.&quot; America said, shifting so that Australia could climb off the cot. He sat down beside Canada. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;He loves you...&quot; Australia said, as he reached out to touch Canada again, &quot;The thing is... I&apos;ve been waiting for you to show up for a while now, mate. I need you two.&quot; Canada wasn&apos;t sure that he had heard correctly.&lt;a name=&apos;cutid1-end&apos;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</description>
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