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 [Angst, undefined in the people involved.]

After the explosion, after the ringing finally stopped, other things emerged to have also stopped.

When you stirred a cup of tea the spoon didn’t clink, and you had to hold the rim of the cup to prove it hadn’t suddenly become something that isn’t china. When you woke up in the morning on the second floor ( Read more... )

Title:  Getting What One Wants
Medium: Fanfic with incorporated fanart
Rating: PG-13
Characters/Pairings: Merlin/Arthur, Morgana/Gawain, Gwen, Lancelot, Uther
Warnings: Mind control
Comments: 1. I made Morgana a (semi-)main character because a) it fitted the plot and b) you asked me not to kill her so I assumed you liked her.
2. I couldn't write a ( Read more... )

Lily’s boy, who’d grown up in a thousand year old Christmas card of a village, was one of few children who felt halfway comfortable as they entered Hogwarts. He’d visited once before, when his parents had gone to visit Professor McGonagall, but that was years before, and he’d only had vague recollections of mullioned windows and a very, very tall, ( Read more... )

Title: How Do You Solve a Problem Like Fujioka
Rating: PG
Summary: Haruhi is late for Host Club. The Host Club discuss this phenomenon through the medium of song. (crack)
Helpful things: Youtube "how do you solve a problem like Maria" for the almost punchline.


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Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3

( And what did I learn . . . )

  Chapter One
Chapter Two
( I gave up salvation just to dance at your death )

 Chapter 1 here
( None of use were angels )

 Title: The Draco Fic
Written for a fest and prompt that completely destroys the twists of the story. But once I actually write the twists I'll probably come back and spoil them. (As I'm not sure I have to follow the prompt to the letter anymore, as the prompter probably sin't going to see it.)
Rating: PG-13
Summary: The war's dragging on, and no-one' ( Read more... )

‘He’s g-g-gone! Disapparated!’

She threw herself into a chair, curled up and started to cry.

Harry felt dazed. He stooped, picked up the Horcrux and placed it around his own neck. He dragged blankets off Ron’s bed and threw them over Hermione. Then he climbed on to his own bed and stared up at the dark canvas roof, listening to the pounding of the ( Read more... )