A long, very long time ago, I started a de-aging fic called Childhood Chews, which went on to become the epic wip o'doom lurking in my fannish experience. Several things went wrong with it, not the least of them that before I got the last chapter finished, I started writing fear and loathing at the Phoenix, which fucked my authorial voice up for ( Read more... )

It's been a wicked week. Perhaps someday, I'll blog about it. There will, I suspect, be vehicular smut when I do.

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The next bit of Childhood Chews. It wants to be PG-13 at least for themes, but Draco doesn't understand them, so it's maybe a G? I dunno. Ratings baffle me. Love to
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And now, because my beta's just that awesome, the next part of Childhood Chews.
Disclaimers and such here.

one / two / three / four / five / six

"You owled who?" Draco tried for calm, really he did, because he was the adult here, no question about it. But either Teddy Lupin was thick as a stump or he was a manipulative little shit, and ( Read more... )

Their gratitude came by owl, post after post of thanks he didn't read. No point, really, and the less he spent wondering, reliving as it were, the happier he thought he'd be.

No bent Potter, no reason to reflect, just a hellish past he'd put behind him until reliving it in an hour brought it all home.

Merlin, he had no idea how he was meant to ( Read more... )

Childhood Chews
H/D fluff of the de-aging variety. Hard G, because Draco's a bit arsey and they tell him so. Also, shades of wenchy, alcoholic Pansy, and where she's in a fic, it must be rated "Hard".
Still not mine, still beta'd by shadowsamurai, still giving props for Grr to Samayel.
part one is here. part two is here.

Of all the horrors waiting ( Read more... )

warning: relentless fluff ahead.

Draco woke in Mum's lab, wearing Uncle Severus's robes, and standing beside a strange, ginger woman holding a phial and reading a note. She swallowed something, and stared at him, then back at the note, then back at him. He smiled because it was only polite, Mum would like that, him being polite to her friends, ( Read more... )

When Britain's top Aurors are brought down by chewing gum, it's up to Potions peon Draco to sort out the mess. If it's gone this wrong, it's just got to be a Wheeze. A de-aging fic featuring Tiny Potter, Wee Weasleys, Little Longbottom, and a ginger Granger.

"It's a Wheeze," Bennington said, and Draco found a new level of disgust for his boss. ( Read more... )