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Title:  Love or Fear of the Cold Genre: Fanfiction, Romance, Hurt/Comfort Fandom: Xiaolin Showdown Rating: PG-13 for (extremely vague) description of sexual situations. Pairing: Chai (Chase/Raimundo) Summary: In a prison outside of time, two enemies find comfort in mutual understanding. Chase/Raimundo. Notes: HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY!!! Their pocket of the Yin Yang World is huge and dark and empty. It swallows all sound, muffles all light, chokes out every bit of air, and gives nothing in return. Raimundo screams until he is hoarse, drumming his fists against whatever invisible, solid surface keeps him trapped, but there is no reply. The

"So. You started exhibiting abilities…?" "Um… three years ago? Yeah, three years, and it was May I think. Fourteenth or maybe sixteenth, I don't remember exactly – I just remember that it was my last semester. Yeah, three years ago, May." "Fourteenth or sixteenth?" "Yeah, one or the other. I remember that because I has these huge goddamn exams, you know, one was on fourteenth and other on sixteenth and it was during one of them I heard it for the first time. Can't remember which one though, just remember being a nervous wreck. I studied of course, I mean, hello, you know? But test's a test." "Right. It started during a

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John has taken over the lab for his movie night and you have excused yourself in the subtlest way possible. As much as you care about John and hate to disappoint him, you don't think you can handle another night of sitting next to him on the couch while everyone pretends not to be watching you both for any sign of physical affection. You certainly can't handle another night of sitting with your hands clasped in your respective laps while you watch the silhouette of the other Hero of Light oh-so-casually draping her arm around Kanaya. If you confessed to Dave, he might appreciate the irony of you being unable to catch the Sylph. He might be a

Storm's scaring the kid. Shhhhh. It's OK, John. It's just a little thunderstorm. It'll pass soon. You wanna sit in the rocking chair? OK, let's do that. Therrrre we go. That's better, isn't it? Yeah... Back and forth. Your mom used to do this, too, Sam. There you go. Look at us, being brave. We've got this under control, don't we? Heh... yep. The wind always freaked me out more than the thunder did when it started whistling like that. The wind, I mean. Funny how it's calming you down. You've heard stories about parents staying up with newborns for hours. You might be in over your head. Um. You really might be. We have a big day tomor

Karkat woke slowly to the remnants of what he was sure was a pounding headache at one time. He groaned and sat up slowly while trying to remember exactly why he was laying passed out on the floor. It was just like that time that Kanaya had decided to chop off Tavros's legs so that Equius could fit him with those ridiculous robot ones. Fucking embarrassing, passing out at the sight of a little blood. Okay, so maybe it was a lot of blood. But still. That didn't go any closer towards explaining why the fuck he was laying on the floor now, though. He opened his eyes and blinked. It looked like he was back in one of the ectobiology labs, not that

"Jade, you have what can be officially called the most bullshit task in the entire game." You can't help but giggle at the tone of Dave's voice, so nearly deadpan except for the faintest hint of sarcasm. You don't care that he's making fun of you, because you know he doesn't mean it. It's just the way he is, with his constant criticism that everyone knows isn't serious. "You're just jealous that you don't have frogs to catch on Lohac!" You turn from your investigation of the underbrush to look at him. He's a few feet away, poking in among some foliage of his own. There is still a bit of melting snow on one of the leaves, and he recoils as it