Title: Lessons
Author: tegdoh
Format & Word Count: ficlet, 240 words
Prompt: 18. cold; 30. Wolf costume
Warning: angst, canon character death
Summary: Ted Tonks, at the end.
Author's Note: Thanks to shield_wolf for helpful comments on voice. This may be stretching the bounds a bit, as it's only peripherally R/T.
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Title: Cold
Author:
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Title: Unclouded
Author: pinkhairedauror
Format & Word Count: Ficlet, 460 words
Rating: PG
Prompt: 18: cold
Warning: Emo.
Summary: A random ramble along the thoughts and feelings that Tonks has about the week before a full moon... and partly a glimpse of how Remus perceives her reaction.
Author's Note: Rooted during the OotP, but could be ( Read more... )

18. cold

It’s the morning after Bill and Fleur’s wedding and I wake up feeling happy, which is odd because the world has gone to hell around me, Scrimgeour’s dead, Death Eaters have taken over the Ministry, Harry, Ron and Hermione have vanished to who knows where, the Death Eaters questioned the rest of us for hours and my parents have been tortured, but I ( Read more... )

Title: In the Aftermath
Author: gilpin25
Format & Word Count: Fic, 7395 words
Rating: Pg-13
Prompt: prompt 18 - first person; 20 - genre: romance (plus a load of angst); 28 - “I’ll be your mirror…” The Velvet Underground.
Warning: Language. Mild, but the narrator's stressed. ;)
Summary: “There are some things, some looks, so private you shouldn’t ever see ( Read more... )

Title: Discourse
Author:
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Title: Nightmare
Author: gijane7702 
Format & Word Count: Short fic//887
Rating: PG13
Warning(s): Deathly Hallows spoilers//angst; drama; curse word (but its not)
Prompt(s): #17- “La Belle Dame Sans Merci” ~ John Keats; #18-style: first person
Summary: “I - I made a grave mistake in marrying Tonks.” (Deathly Hallows, p 213-American edition)
Author’s Notes: ( Read more... )

A bit late for British time, and a bit early for US time, but I've got plans tonight so I'm posting now. :) Hooray for friday!

18. style: first person

She sits here crying, tears streaming down her face, and all I can do is wrap my arms around her and hold her close. I have no words of comfort-no way to make it better. I can never replace what she has lost…

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I was convinced that my daddy was still alive. That he was just being held prisoner somewhere. Or that he had amnesia, and didn’t ( Read more... )