"Half the time, he’s not sure if he’s trying to escape his gloomy past or his equally grim-looking future, and it leaves him stuck running in place in a dismal present, going nowhere but leaving nothing behind, fighting a senseless war. With every passing day, every loss and vigil, every minute of silence for a fallen comrade, a hero, a martyr, he finds it more and more difficult not to contemplate the futility of it all, to delude himself into thinking he’s fighting for any other reason than because he must; not to fight would mean to simply not exist, to lose all connections he’s ever forged."
Remus comes home after another mission, reflects on the futility of war, and has to come to terms with some unpleasant news.
How long did I have you, really? A minute? Less? And yet in that time, millions of stars died and even more were born.
a Reylo gift for Di (starlitcastles)
"Soft-and-rough hands meet rough-and-soft. Her palms are calloused, thick ridges stretching across her palm and each of her fingers, but the back of her hand is soft and smooth. The fingers entwined in hers – shiny black nail polish intersecting with chipped lilac varnish – are warm and unblemished, but the skin on your knuckles is cracked, tiny scratches criss-crossing each other, layered like shadows on a charcoal sketch, brought about by the cold and forgetfulness."
Dennis Creevey learns that sometimes, rules weren't made to be broken.
In a post-war world, there are those who still believe
In a superficial worth, who don't care what you've achieved.
They'll see that you're a Hufflepuff and call you weak and small,
But you know better - an elephant's scared of a mouse, after all.
we were good, we were gold
kind of dream that can't be sold
(or, jiang yanli and jin zixuan, from the least significant to the most significant)
In the autumn of 1940, Bucky is killed protecting Steve from a homophobic hate crime. Before long, a man shows up at Steve's front door with a strange story and an offer: he'll show him how to get in to the Underworld so he can bring Bucky back.
(Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes. Pre-serum Steve Rogers. Ancient Greek religion/lore crossover/fusion.)
It comes without warning.
"Mr. Potter, can you hear me?"
A Quidditch accident rocks the Hogwarts community and changes James Sirius Potter's world.
One day, he just scrawled his signature all over Henry’s face, just for the heck of it. The fan whose book he’d been holding had absolutely loved the fact that he’d done so, so a few events later, where more and more fans of the film he and Henry had done together had shown up, he’d done it again, to the sheer delight of the fans there. After that, it had become some sort of joke, just to see how long it’d take Henry to realise he was doing it.
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or: the they're both actors au where alex scrawling his autograph all over henrys face escalates
‘You have got to be fucking kidding me.’
Alex stared in horror at the room in front of him. The room which he was meant to be sharing with Henry, of all the fucking people in the world. Because of course they would get stuck in this city, in the middle of a major holiday, with all the roads and airports closed and loads of people being stuffed into the little available hotel rooms, all because of the major snowstorm wreaking havoc.
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or, henry and alex get shoved into a room they have to share and there's only one bed and, oh, yeah, they didn't become friends after cake-gate
Jessica's always known the chicken drumstick on her wrist will lead her to her soulmate. She's also known ever since she met him that Billy sure as hell isn't it. When her mother hires a stunningly handsome private chef who dreams of opening a chicken restaurant... well, she can hardly be blamed for hoping.
a fic for the KFC ad/short film A Recipe for Seduction (2020)
Klaaela Honjo is a playwright whose most recent play, Seventeen Grunlaps, won the Quezok Literary Prize for 75848. Our reporter, Squro Andqun, interviews zep about zet’s work, inspiration, and the challenges of writing for an intergalactic audience.
Stede Bonnet was dead, and Ed felt absolutely nothing about it. Why should he, when Bonnet had felt nothing about him?
And yet all through the supply run, Ed’s chest felt tight and he was faintly nauseous. He couldn’t stop looking around, scanning the crowd for another glimpse of blond hair. He didn’t see one, because Stede Bonnet was dead, six feet under the ground in Barbados and nowhere near the Republic of Pirates.
Marcy has learnt an entire dead language for this. It's a shame no one seems to understand that reading Ancient Amphibian is way more complicated than reading English.
An Amphibia fic, with spoilers for season 2.
It felt like Jaylen could only watch as the sharks took more and more of Chorby, even as they were all scar tissue and could barely throw the ball. Nothing she said helped -- but surely she could find something that could help. Or someone.
Or: a zombie convention with three participants.
At the end of Day 99 of Season Ten's regular season, Jaylen Hotdogfingers was swapped with Tillman Henderson and became the first blaseball player to die twice.
Soon after, Mike Townsend got a phone call from Fitzgerald Wanderlust.
The Second Wyatt Masoning, and what came after.
Everyone who lives in the mountain is nameless, and so is the jackdaw. The jackdaw is known as Hanya Si, which is not a name, but an assignment.
.
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Hanya Si and the sun.
A pun story challenge based on Severus being made to go to a Christmas party... My sorting-hattempt at a PG-13 pun story. I hope you it!
How didn't I know?
I like like her.
*
heartstopper fic
imogen/sahar
thanks to Felpata_Lupin for sponsoring the Fan of Your Fanfic Challenge - Christmas Edition
thanks to grumpy cat for the award graphics
Based on The Pride of Burrough House by RonsGirlFriday
Thanks to RonsGirlFriday for permitting me to play in her Burrough House world.
Dudley Dursley has made it this far without begging his wealthy relations for favors, but there is one person whose needs outweigh his pride. How hard can it be, really? After all, it's nearly Christmas.
All things considered, it is quite hard to run away properly, when your friends can, quite literally, follow you to the Ends Of The Universe And Back.
This is fairly annoying when your friends' primary motivations for hunting you down seems to be to pretend that Everything's Fine Without Him, Really, ruin your perfectly-sweet, perfectly-quiet happiness with a sudden onset of Relationship Crisis, and to sidle you into playing Therapist when your only qualifications for the role are that you were once (sort of; it's a long story) a God and/or have previously given some Exciting News to a random virgin woman and some shepherds, neither of which are particularly helpful.
Beelzebub is Mildly Furious, Gabriel is Quietly Amused: together they're, well, sort of just... Meh about it all?
Love. A powerful force in the Wizarding World.
Can love really last forever even across time and dimensions?
High above a dead world floats an impossible city
Written for the HPFC Untagged Fest 2023
Winner: Most Creative and Best Sci-Fi
When a big people stranger breaks into Teddy's room late at night, Teddy has to be brave.
Written for the HP Fanfic Writers' Guild's Comfort Zone Fest 2023