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An attempt to go against a popular trope. What if, instead of becoming dark/grey and gaining more power that way, Harry had been a little more considerate? Begins with a small change in first year, and sticks close to the original, but sometimes small changes can add up to change the world.
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07 Jul 2020
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“What do you say? Are you in?”
A brief moment passed as Dudley looked down at the mug of tea- and then, smile widening, he looked up. “Yeah. Yeah, I am.”
A small hand met a large one, and Harry and Dudley shook hands for the second time. Harry felt the same swooping excitement he’d felt when he’d handed off the money to Fred and George for their joke shop. This might be a disaster, but it would most certainly be interesting.
“I hope you like Indian!” A clatter on the steps, and Hermione entered the kitchen. She frowned, looking between them. “Is there something going on?”
“Dudley’s moving in,” said Harry. “Did you get samosas?”
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Drawn to You by jellybeanforest for Cathalinaheart
Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Captain America (Movies)
27 Feb 2020
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In a world where what one writes on one’s own skin appears on their soulmate’s body in exactly the same place until it’s washed off or fades, no one has ever responded to Steve’s questions written in pen.
Who are you?
Where are you?
And once, out of sheer desperation: Wer bist du?
He has tried writing up and down both arms then across his stomach in pictograms when he reckons that perhaps his soulmate is a double amputee and illiterate, but nothing. No response. He is uncertain why he is so surprised. Everything else about Steve is broken, so why not his soul?
But when he points the Valkyrie downwards to crash into the deep, knowing he is about to die, he spares a few precious seconds to scribble one last message to his possibly-nonexistent, potentially-blind soulmate.
Twenty-five years later, Tony Stark is born with a single phrase on his left forearm written in messy old-fashioned script. And as he grows up, the words never change:
“I love you”
It is both a blessing and a curse.
Remix of “the words written on our skin” by Cathalinaheart. For the 2020 Cap-IronMan Remix Madness.
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23 Jun 2020
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22 Jun 2020
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IT'S JUST. SO GOTDAMN GOOD Y'ALL. JUST FUCKEN READ IT
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not your face by khasael
Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
This work isn't hosted on the Archive so this blurb might not be complete or accurate.
03 Jun 2020
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Gift for: literati
Pairing(s): Harry/Draco, background Ron/Hermione, and some allusions to Ginny with other men. Brief allusions to supposed Harry/Ginny at the start.
Summary: After an unusual late-night encounter with the Mirror of Erised, Harry finds himself with the unexpected (and rather unwanted) ability to see aspects of everyone else's deepest desires. Harry really wishes things like this didn't happen to him.
Rating: R
Warning(s): adult language, sexual content
Epilogue compliant? No. More specifically, this fic incorporates bits of epilogue futures for some characters, in varying degrees, but completely disregards it for others. The story below takes place during fandom's beloved '8th year'.
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04 Jun 2020
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Author's Notes: To the amazing person who left this prompt: I did not stick to every detail of the scenario you outlined, but I hope this is close enough to suit, as it does bear quite a lot of resemblance to the original. I took a few small liberties with the prompt for the sake of coherence, characterisation, and point of view, and let my muse run with the rest, as inspiration led us both down its own path. You specifically asked for plot, and I hope you – and other readers – consider this amalgam of angst, fluff, and humour to be a satisfactory delivery of such.