The_Big_Wee_Hag
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Notes Go Both Ways by The_Big_Wee_Hag for talia_ae
Fandoms: PIERCE Tamora - Works, Tortall - Tamora Pierce
25 Apr 2018
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he can't have been the only one writing notes
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Quiet time by FallibleFabrial (The_Big_Wee_Hag)
Fandoms: Tortall - Tamora Pierce, PIERCE Tamora - Works
18 Apr 2018
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Some things he knew he'd miss. But there was one thing Neal didn't think of before leaving the University
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i just happen to like apples (i am not afraid of snakes) by gyzym
Fandoms: Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett
07 Mar 2012
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Written for the following prompt: "Someone write me Crowley the bitter lesbian who only gave Eve the apple because she thought feminism should be there from day one." As such, please be warned that this story contains some fairly radical reinterpretations of Biblical stories and themes; if that sort of thing is not for you, please give this tale a pass.
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silly: in defense of parvati patil (in memory of lavender brown) by dirgewithoutmusic
Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
02 Sep 2014
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The students of Dumbledore’s Army had many badges. A gold coin that called them first to lessons and then to war. Scar tissue that ran across the back of many of their hands. I must not tell lies.
Another: the sound of clacking footsteps on stone sent each and every one of them scattering, even years after. The only people bold enough to walk loudly were not safe.
Parvati went out on the anniversary of not the battle but the day she left Gryffindor Tower for the DA and the Room of Requirement. She bought a pair of heels, their red as loud as the sound they made on hard floors.
Dennis Creevey sent her Muggle sneakers for Christmas and she wore those when she needed to be stealthy (scuffed purple and white peeking out from beneath her robes) but she wore the heels on office days, interrogations, on nights out, because she wanted to be unafraid, because she wanted to be the scariest thing in the room.
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Bookmarked by The_Big_Wee_Hag
10 Aug 2018
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loony: in defense of luna lovegood by dirgewithoutmusic
Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
20 Dec 2014
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Sometimes your spells will go bad. She knew that.
Luna mounted the thestral to the Department of Mysteries. She put her name down for Dumbledore's Army. When they called her brave she smiled like she knew things that they didn't.
She knew what she was getting into. She knew what she was doing. She drifted because she'd decided to drift, because she thought the best way to live on this earth was to tread softly. No matter how much she liked wrapping herself in whimsy, this was not a whim. It was a choice.
When Harry was grieving Sirius, she took his hand. "Things have a way of coming back to you," she said, with no blankets to hide under, with no skipping rocks to hold in cold hands, to hurl away when they felt like they were holding her down.
Luna had loss living in the pit of her stomach, yes and always, but she was the only one who got to decide what to do with that. She went out to visit the thestrals with strips of steak in her bag and loved the way their sloping wings looked against the sky.
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If I had to beg for your love, would it ever be enough by TardisIsTheOnlyWayToTravel
Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
24 Oct 2013
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For years and years, Luna Lovegood was in love with Ginny Weasley.
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- Part 12 of TardisIsTheOnlyWayToTravel's Asexuality Fics
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love like the love in storybooks by dirgewithoutmusic
Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
28 Nov 2016
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George was afraid of heights, so Fred dared and dared him into going higher and higher–patiently, kindly, gently–until at nine George didn’t want to get down from a broom, even for dinner.
When one of them set it up, the other had the punchline. When one of them started it, the other finished the sentence, or the sandwich, or the job. When Fred stared after Angelina in the Great Hall, George noticed, and looked to his plate.
When Fred waxed eloquent about the grace of Angelina’s passes in practice, George thought about what that meant for Oliver’s game strategies. He remembered what it had been like, being afraid of air beneath your feet. When Fred talked smugly about the gardens outside the Yule Ball–the little niches and nooks, shadowed and cool, Angelina’s backless dress–George fiddled with their latest recipe for Puking Pasties.
(a series of snippets on ace characters in the HP universe)
Bookmarked by The_Big_Wee_Hag
12 Jul 2018