Classified Fics
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bofoddityI got quite a few requests to my Fandom Classifieds thread, and I've been slowly writing them out. So here they are.
Title: Misjudgments
Fandom: House
Pairing: Wilson/Amber, House/Cuddy
Rating: PG
Words: 267
Summary: Wilson invites House and Cuddy to a dinner. Of course it's a mistake.
A/N: Written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
miss_hibiscus at The Multi-Fandom Classifieds Thread: Het Edition
They were standing in the bathroom, Amber by the mirror and Wilson by the door.
"You're so stupid at times," Amber said.
Wilson sought for a retort, but his wit had decided to agree. He sighed. "Fine, this may be a disaster."
"Of course it will be." Amber bent her head back and touched her throat. "Do you think I need something here?"
"No, but—" Wilson pointed a finger at her reflection "—even if House can't behave, I'm sure you can. Right?"
He saw her flinch a little, but she quickly recovered. She looked at him over her shoulder and gave him a soft smile. "Anything for my man," she said.
Wilson was satisfied. It turned out to be another moment of stupidity.
During dinner, after some insult-rich small talk, House asked Amber, "You thinking of having kids yet?" He smiled sweetly. "I'm sure Wilson is getting tired of bare feet and kitchens."
"House," Cuddy warned, in a tone that usually preceded eye twitching. Wilson was ready to join her.
"It's all right, Lisa," Amber said. The smile on her face was something to run from in dark streets. She turned to House. "And no, kids are not in the plans yet. I wouldn't want to leave you in the kitchen all by yourself."
"Oh, I wouldn't be alone," House replied. "I'll always have my hands to keep me company."
"I'll keep that in mind," Cuddy said. She was massaging her temples.
"I'm not barefoot," Wilson said. But nobody cared.
Later, when Amber told him they should do this again sometime, Wilson swatted her with a newspaper.
Title: Just Desserts
Fandom: House
Pairing: House/Cuddy
Rating: G
Words: 346
Summary: House and Cuddy want to enjoy Cuddy's pie.
A/N: Written fordmacabre at The Multi-Fandom Classifieds Thread: Het Edition
The French Silk pie in the hospital cafeteria was everybody's favorite, so Cuddy made sure the food service staff always reserved a piece for her and her only. One of the perks of putting up with the shit.
"Your ass will hate you for that."
Cuddy ignored the presence looming behind her and dipped her finger in the swirl of cream that decorated her treat. "Fortunately I don't care about its opinion," she said. She sucked her finger clean. "Coincidentally, I don't care about yours either."
"And you wonder why I'm so callous," House retorted. He gestured to his tray.
Cuddy could see he'd obviously done a good job of pie bullying his fellows (though one had a rebellious bite out of it), and the two pointedly empty places on his tray suggested that Wilson was on the target list as well.
"See?" he said. "I need comfort food just as much as you guys. Now if you'd be so kind..." He reached for her pie.
Cuddy blocked him with a shoulder. "I think we're entitled to some of our own—especially since we have to deal with you," she said, then walked away.
"Oh, but you're the Dean of Medicine," House said, following her. "You should be setting a healthy example for the rest of us."
His voice sounded a little strained to Cuddy, and she wasn't sure if it was the leg or the tray of stolen goods slowing him down. But when he added, "And as my boss, it probably wouldn't hurt if you were nice to look at," she decided it was his ass.
"Yes, that's how you win me over," she told him as they reached an empty table. She circled around it to take the chair opposite him. "Woo me with the superficial, misogynistic perceptions so typical of your primordial kind."
House gasped. "I could sue you for that comment."
Cuddy smiled. "Yes, but you still wouldn't get any." As she savored her first forkful, she wondered which was sweeter—the pie or the sour, defeated expression on House's face.
Title: Leaving a Trace
Fandom: Final Fantasy VII: OGC
Pairing: Cloud/Aerith
Rating: G
Words: 248
Summary: Aerith goes to look at the gondola for the last time.
A/N: Written forsevarem The Multi-Fandom Classifieds Thread: Het Edition
In the morning, Aerith went to look at the gondola for the last time.
Gold Saucer was a plain sight in daylight, stripped from magic; she could see the dirt and the dust on the gondola cars when she had seen none last night. She reached out to touch the car nearest to her, pressing her hand down until it left a print.
"That way you'll be remembered forever?"
Cloud's voice was still rough with sleep, but his eyes were alert when Aerith turned to look at him. He cracked her a tired smile. "They'll wash those eventually, you know."
Aerith withdrew her hand, staring at the dirt caught on her palm. "Everything washes away."
She didn't feel as gloomy as she sounded, but Cloud's smile faded anyway. He walked to her after a moment of silence, and as he got nearer Aerith got tense for other reasons.
"Hey, no deep moods." His smile was warmer this time, inviting a smile to Aerith's face as well. She held her breath when his hand neared her hair, and let it go when he patted her on the shoulder instead. "We have a job to do," he said, stepping away.
Aerith found herself leaning to Cloud's distancing body warmth, but straightened up. "Right."
"You can come back to leave another hand-print later."
Cloud looked away before saw Aerith's expression change, allowing her to glance briefly back at the gondola car.
"Maybe you can leave yours."
She didn't say that aloud.
Title: Misjudgments
Fandom: House
Pairing: Wilson/Amber, House/Cuddy
Rating: PG
Words: 267
Summary: Wilson invites House and Cuddy to a dinner. Of course it's a mistake.
A/N: Written for
miss_hibiscus at The Multi-Fandom Classifieds Thread: Het EditionThey were standing in the bathroom, Amber by the mirror and Wilson by the door.
"You're so stupid at times," Amber said.
Wilson sought for a retort, but his wit had decided to agree. He sighed. "Fine, this may be a disaster."
"Of course it will be." Amber bent her head back and touched her throat. "Do you think I need something here?"
"No, but—" Wilson pointed a finger at her reflection "—even if House can't behave, I'm sure you can. Right?"
He saw her flinch a little, but she quickly recovered. She looked at him over her shoulder and gave him a soft smile. "Anything for my man," she said.
Wilson was satisfied. It turned out to be another moment of stupidity.
During dinner, after some insult-rich small talk, House asked Amber, "You thinking of having kids yet?" He smiled sweetly. "I'm sure Wilson is getting tired of bare feet and kitchens."
"House," Cuddy warned, in a tone that usually preceded eye twitching. Wilson was ready to join her.
"It's all right, Lisa," Amber said. The smile on her face was something to run from in dark streets. She turned to House. "And no, kids are not in the plans yet. I wouldn't want to leave you in the kitchen all by yourself."
"Oh, I wouldn't be alone," House replied. "I'll always have my hands to keep me company."
"I'll keep that in mind," Cuddy said. She was massaging her temples.
"I'm not barefoot," Wilson said. But nobody cared.
Later, when Amber told him they should do this again sometime, Wilson swatted her with a newspaper.
Title: Just Desserts
Fandom: House
Pairing: House/Cuddy
Rating: G
Words: 346
Summary: House and Cuddy want to enjoy Cuddy's pie.
A/N: Written for
dmacabre at The Multi-Fandom Classifieds Thread: Het EditionThe French Silk pie in the hospital cafeteria was everybody's favorite, so Cuddy made sure the food service staff always reserved a piece for her and her only. One of the perks of putting up with the shit.
"Your ass will hate you for that."
Cuddy ignored the presence looming behind her and dipped her finger in the swirl of cream that decorated her treat. "Fortunately I don't care about its opinion," she said. She sucked her finger clean. "Coincidentally, I don't care about yours either."
"And you wonder why I'm so callous," House retorted. He gestured to his tray.
Cuddy could see he'd obviously done a good job of pie bullying his fellows (though one had a rebellious bite out of it), and the two pointedly empty places on his tray suggested that Wilson was on the target list as well.
"See?" he said. "I need comfort food just as much as you guys. Now if you'd be so kind..." He reached for her pie.
Cuddy blocked him with a shoulder. "I think we're entitled to some of our own—especially since we have to deal with you," she said, then walked away.
"Oh, but you're the Dean of Medicine," House said, following her. "You should be setting a healthy example for the rest of us."
His voice sounded a little strained to Cuddy, and she wasn't sure if it was the leg or the tray of stolen goods slowing him down. But when he added, "And as my boss, it probably wouldn't hurt if you were nice to look at," she decided it was his ass.
"Yes, that's how you win me over," she told him as they reached an empty table. She circled around it to take the chair opposite him. "Woo me with the superficial, misogynistic perceptions so typical of your primordial kind."
House gasped. "I could sue you for that comment."
Cuddy smiled. "Yes, but you still wouldn't get any." As she savored her first forkful, she wondered which was sweeter—the pie or the sour, defeated expression on House's face.
Title: Leaving a Trace
Fandom: Final Fantasy VII: OGC
Pairing: Cloud/Aerith
Rating: G
Words: 248
Summary: Aerith goes to look at the gondola for the last time.
A/N: Written for
sevarem The Multi-Fandom Classifieds Thread: Het EditionIn the morning, Aerith went to look at the gondola for the last time.
Gold Saucer was a plain sight in daylight, stripped from magic; she could see the dirt and the dust on the gondola cars when she had seen none last night. She reached out to touch the car nearest to her, pressing her hand down until it left a print.
"That way you'll be remembered forever?"
Cloud's voice was still rough with sleep, but his eyes were alert when Aerith turned to look at him. He cracked her a tired smile. "They'll wash those eventually, you know."
Aerith withdrew her hand, staring at the dirt caught on her palm. "Everything washes away."
She didn't feel as gloomy as she sounded, but Cloud's smile faded anyway. He walked to her after a moment of silence, and as he got nearer Aerith got tense for other reasons.
"Hey, no deep moods." His smile was warmer this time, inviting a smile to Aerith's face as well. She held her breath when his hand neared her hair, and let it go when he patted her on the shoulder instead. "We have a job to do," he said, stepping away.
Aerith found herself leaning to Cloud's distancing body warmth, but straightened up. "Right."
"You can come back to leave another hand-print later."
Cloud looked away before saw Aerith's expression change, allowing her to glance briefly back at the gondola car.
"Maybe you can leave yours."
She didn't say that aloud.
