Title: Trials and Tribulations of Domesticity (AU outtake 2)
Author:  ( Read more... )

To Trying New Things

They had received an automated invitation from Starfleet academy to partake in the celebration of the graduation of their son as well as another several hundred cadets cum officers for the United Federation of Planets.

Spock’s own correspondence was far less welcoming. Simply he stated the fact a ceremony was to be held ( Read more... )

Cuddy cursed to herself as she stuck herself with a sharp sewing pin again. Sucking on her injured finger she glared at her shaded office doors and who was inevitably waiting on the other side while she repaired her skirt.

Damn House and his insufferable maturity of a thirteen year old. She didn’t know how, only that it was because of him ( Read more... )

“ Is no where sacred any more?” I exclaim irritably as he slides out from behind my desk, with a flick of my wand the windows have opened a crack each. Hopefully a strong breeze will take care of that musty smell of boy before I have to start explaining anything.

“ I’m sorry!” he’s a dark shade of crimson, his lips bitten his shirt buttoned ( Read more... )

Title: Frumpy Galoshes
Author: Witblogi
Pairings: DM/PP
Rating: PG 13
Warnings: impure thoughts
Summary: Pansy tells Draco about her day :)
Notes: This was fun to write

( Draco's fantasies involve sex and maiming ... typical really... )

I made sure my hair looked impossibly tidy before I apparated to the Potter’s, I might not have much but I can sure keep it looking a sight better than Potter Sr.’s bed head. I hate thinking of him as Potter Sr. he’ll always still be just Potter, with the spit speckled P to me, no matter how many snotty nosed half breed weasels he sires. Pulling my ( Read more... )

“ R-ron are you sure this is safe?” Harry gripped the side of the aluminum boat warily. He’d never gone fishing before…and this didn’t look like anything that he’d ever seen in his glimpses of Uncle Vernon’s televised fly fishing tournaments.

“Of course it is,” Ron peered over the side of the lazy lagoon they were floating on, “ It’s dad’s boat ( Read more... )

Fred yanked on the cutlery drawer, fully intending on getting a knife for his jam on toast when he was assaulted by a riot of misplaced colour that was most definitely not fine silverware.

Narrowing his eyes as the offending object he levitated it out of the drawer, unsure of any nefarious booby traps dearest Georgie might have set for him. ( Read more... )

Book Jacket

Snape watched the children drain from the room with satisfaction. He’d given them more than twenty inches of essay to write on the dreadfully boring topic of flesh eating fungi venom decanting which would destroy hopefully most of their rowdy little weekends and leave his in peace.

He swept through the room to check all ( Read more... )