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For luckiducky: boundless enchantment, how peter pettigrew came to be hidden in the weasley household
The passionate story of an injured rat and his persue of happiness. You'll be inraptured in this former man's journey to safety, as he crawls on the sewers and steals bread from restaurant tables and nurses his fingerless hand back to health. Will our hero's dreams ever come true? Come find out! Read and review pleaz, this is liek, the bestest story evaaahhh!!!!eleventy!1!
lucius malfoy bemuggled
Lucius is allowed to send a letter a week nowadays. They never reach the destinatary, though, because Lucius won't listen to the orderlies, no matter how many times they patiently explain that no, the pidgeons by his barred window will not deliver them. He's a good patient, though. He usually just sits on his bed, knees close to his body, caressing the little branch he'd once found on the backyard. Everyone smiles and nods when he claims it's magic.
For mysid:Harry Potter James Potter and the Shrieking Shack
James is starting to believe that the Shrieking Shack is haunted after all. Nobody belives him, of course, because his friends are big pillocks with not an ounce of imagination in their thick skulls, but still. He's been there three times already during the week, on nights that are most definitely not the full moon, and yet, there was trashing and moaning and screaming from upstairs, and on a particularly scary night, a sneeze. It is dusty in there, though, and he doesn't think it that farfetched to find a ghost with allergies. Sirius keeps on saying that he's finally lost it, and Poor James, he never stood a chance against insanity. James wonders why both Sirius and Remus always look a bit flushed when James starts to talk about the Daunting Haunting of the Mighty Shack (oh, do shut up, it sounded nice in his head), and why they're never around when he decides to go exploring. No matter. James will find the truth. The question is, when he does, will he like it?
For such_heights :All Tomorrow's Yesterdays
It's October 2nd, 1981, and Lily sits on a rocking chair with her son clinging to her neck, and tells her about a world in which his daddy doesn't have to be late for supper because he's chasing evil wizars, of a time when his grandparents were still alive and could still spoil him rotten. She tries not to talk about the future, just in case. The least she needs is more bad luck.
For dixie_pinky:El día que Harry y Ron decidieron empezar a jugar futbol
El día que Harry y Ron decidieron empezar a jugar futbol, Ron se rompe la pierna. "Maldito bastardo, dijiste que era fácil," dice Ron, y Harry considera ausentemente en golpearse la cabeza contra la pared, porque en serio, ¿qué clase de persona se resbala en el pasto antes de siquiera golpear la pelota? Hermione se rehusa a que curen mágicamente a Ron, diciendo que es la culpa de los dos por haber intentado algo tan estúpido en plena tormenta, y que nadie se ha muerto de tener un yeso por unos cuantos meses. Eso si, le dibuja un corazoncito en el yeso en cuanto a Ron lo dan de alta del hospital muggle. ¿El castigo de Harry? Cuidar de Ron mientras esta todo 'magulladito' (término usado por la Señora Weasley), quien esta dispuesto a hacerle la vida imposible. ¿Sobrevivirá?
For lilian_cho:Cry for Me, Mr. Fell
A karaoke night gone horribly wrong. Aziraphale hadn't even known angels could get hangovers.
Another Day, Another 'Up Yours' to the System, Fight Club.
I guess it shouldn't feel this good to watch as the news channels signals go down, as the world enters chaos and all they can tune in their pathetic televisions are soap operas and Cheers re-runs and those horribly perky infomercials. I probably shouldn't be laughing as Marla stares at me from under her hat, mouth strained as if she was keeping herself from laughing as well. I probably shouldn't feel Tyler smiling by my side, tongue between his teeth and the bruise I put there last night making his eye look purple. It actually feels quite brilliant. It feels like freedom, at last.
Harry James Potter, Spy Extraordinaire, and his archnemesis and sometime-lover, Draceana Malfoy
Really, thought Harry as he dangled from a rope, trying to keep his toes from touching the starving shark-infested pool, I didn't sign up for this when they said chicks digged MI6 agents. He sighs rather patetically as his much hated (albeit kinda hot) archnemesis laughed rather manically next to the pool, holding a mass-destruction thingy between her hands. And he hadn't even gotten to drive an Aston Martin! Life sucks, he decided, as he set to seduce the megalomaniac in the room.
For pink_faerie81:Skin In Which I Curled, Sirius/James
Sirius bleeds into James and Lily's couch in a snowy night, right eye almost closed with a stray curse. His side is still bleeding from another, and he's not so far gone not to notice the sheer panic in James' eyes as he rushes to get a potion for the wound. Lily puts her hand on his forehead, cool and warm at the same time, and he almost feels bad for having fucked her husband in that same couch the week before.
Man, now I kinda feel like writing this...
For sazzlette:Jumping in Puddles
The summer before seventh year, as James helps Sirius furnish his brand-new (and horrible, too) apartment. London in the rain and if Sirius ends up bringing a duck back home after a day romping through the rainy city, well, he can hardly be blamed.
For wanderlight: Remember That One Time...?
Sirius and James get far too drunk on their last night at Hogwarts. Fighting ensues, 'cause really, Prongs, you're telling me I don't remember how you nearly pissed your pants during the Charms prank?, and Fuck off, Padfoot, that did NOT happen!. James should probably feel surprised when Sirius kisses him, but he just giggles a bit, pulls Sirius' hair, says Finally, into Sirius' ear and laughs a bit when Sirius shivers on top of him.
For luckiducky: boundless enchantment, how peter pettigrew came to be hidden in the weasley household
The passionate story of an injured rat and his persue of happiness. You'll be inraptured in this former man's journey to safety, as he crawls on the sewers and steals bread from restaurant tables and nurses his fingerless hand back to health. Will our hero's dreams ever come true? Come find out! Read and review pleaz, this is liek, the bestest story evaaahhh!!!!eleventy!1!
lucius malfoy bemuggled
Lucius is allowed to send a letter a week nowadays. They never reach the destinatary, though, because Lucius won't listen to the orderlies, no matter how many times they patiently explain that no, the pidgeons by his barred window will not deliver them. He's a good patient, though. He usually just sits on his bed, knees close to his body, caressing the little branch he'd once found on the backyard. Everyone smiles and nods when he claims it's magic.
For mysid:Harry Potter James Potter and the Shrieking Shack
James is starting to believe that the Shrieking Shack is haunted after all. Nobody belives him, of course, because his friends are big pillocks with not an ounce of imagination in their thick skulls, but still. He's been there three times already during the week, on nights that are most definitely not the full moon, and yet, there was trashing and moaning and screaming from upstairs, and on a particularly scary night, a sneeze. It is dusty in there, though, and he doesn't think it that farfetched to find a ghost with allergies. Sirius keeps on saying that he's finally lost it, and Poor James, he never stood a chance against insanity. James wonders why both Sirius and Remus always look a bit flushed when James starts to talk about the Daunting Haunting of the Mighty Shack (oh, do shut up, it sounded nice in his head), and why they're never around when he decides to go exploring. No matter. James will find the truth. The question is, when he does, will he like it?
For such_heights :All Tomorrow's Yesterdays
It's October 2nd, 1981, and Lily sits on a rocking chair with her son clinging to her neck, and tells her about a world in which his daddy doesn't have to be late for supper because he's chasing evil wizars, of a time when his grandparents were still alive and could still spoil him rotten. She tries not to talk about the future, just in case. The least she needs is more bad luck.
For dixie_pinky:El día que Harry y Ron decidieron empezar a jugar futbol
El día que Harry y Ron decidieron empezar a jugar futbol, Ron se rompe la pierna. "Maldito bastardo, dijiste que era fácil," dice Ron, y Harry considera ausentemente en golpearse la cabeza contra la pared, porque en serio, ¿qué clase de persona se resbala en el pasto antes de siquiera golpear la pelota? Hermione se rehusa a que curen mágicamente a Ron, diciendo que es la culpa de los dos por haber intentado algo tan estúpido en plena tormenta, y que nadie se ha muerto de tener un yeso por unos cuantos meses. Eso si, le dibuja un corazoncito en el yeso en cuanto a Ron lo dan de alta del hospital muggle. ¿El castigo de Harry? Cuidar de Ron mientras esta todo 'magulladito' (término usado por la Señora Weasley), quien esta dispuesto a hacerle la vida imposible. ¿Sobrevivirá?
For lilian_cho:Cry for Me, Mr. Fell
A karaoke night gone horribly wrong. Aziraphale hadn't even known angels could get hangovers.
Another Day, Another 'Up Yours' to the System, Fight Club.
I guess it shouldn't feel this good to watch as the news channels signals go down, as the world enters chaos and all they can tune in their pathetic televisions are soap operas and Cheers re-runs and those horribly perky infomercials. I probably shouldn't be laughing as Marla stares at me from under her hat, mouth strained as if she was keeping herself from laughing as well. I probably shouldn't feel Tyler smiling by my side, tongue between his teeth and the bruise I put there last night making his eye look purple. It actually feels quite brilliant. It feels like freedom, at last.
Harry James Potter, Spy Extraordinaire, and his archnemesis and sometime-lover, Draceana Malfoy
Really, thought Harry as he dangled from a rope, trying to keep his toes from touching the starving shark-infested pool, I didn't sign up for this when they said chicks digged MI6 agents. He sighs rather patetically as his much hated (albeit kinda hot) archnemesis laughed rather manically next to the pool, holding a mass-destruction thingy between her hands. And he hadn't even gotten to drive an Aston Martin! Life sucks, he decided, as he set to seduce the megalomaniac in the room.
For pink_faerie81:Skin In Which I Curled, Sirius/James
Sirius bleeds into James and Lily's couch in a snowy night, right eye almost closed with a stray curse. His side is still bleeding from another, and he's not so far gone not to notice the sheer panic in James' eyes as he rushes to get a potion for the wound. Lily puts her hand on his forehead, cool and warm at the same time, and he almost feels bad for having fucked her husband in that same couch the week before.
Man, now I kinda feel like writing this...
For sazzlette:Jumping in Puddles
The summer before seventh year, as James helps Sirius furnish his brand-new (and horrible, too) apartment. London in the rain and if Sirius ends up bringing a duck back home after a day romping through the rainy city, well, he can hardly be blamed.
For wanderlight: Remember That One Time...?
Sirius and James get far too drunk on their last night at Hogwarts. Fighting ensues, 'cause really, Prongs, you're telling me I don't remember how you nearly pissed your pants during the Charms prank?, and Fuck off, Padfoot, that did NOT happen!. James should probably feel surprised when Sirius kisses him, but he just giggles a bit, pulls Sirius' hair, says Finally, into Sirius' ear and laughs a bit when Sirius shivers on top of him.