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at the bottom of everything by xylodemon
Fandoms: A Song of Ice and Fire - George R. R. Martin, Game of Thrones (TV)
18 Feb 2013
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The roses sit lightly on Lyanna's head, the petals cool and feather-soft where they brush against her brow, the same icy blue as her gown, heavy silk and brocade that has her flushed and sweating in the beating southron sun.
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in shade by xylodemon
Fandoms: A Song of Ice and Fire - George R. R. Martin, Game of Thrones (TV)
14 Feb 2013
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Winterfell is not as Sansa remembers.
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i will follow you into the dark by xylodemon
Fandoms: Hansel and Gretel: Witch Hunters (2013)
07 Feb 2013
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They learn their story in Augsburg, but it doesn't really change anything.
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not yet laid to rest by xylodemon for midnightblack07
Fandoms: A Song of Ice and Fire - George R. R. Martin, Game of Thrones (TV)
03 Feb 2013
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Catelyn blinked at him as the words sunk in, felt nothing save the same hollow ache that had chased her since she rose from the freezing currents of the river
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we are nowhere (and it's now) by xylodemon for honey_wheeler
Fandoms: A Song of Ice and Fire - George R. R. Martin, Game of Thrones (TV)
01 Feb 2013
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Sansa's bright smiles and clear laughter tug at something deep inside Sam's chest, and he stares at her longer and more openly than he should, often thinks of her at night in a way that shames him in the bare light of morning.
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In the Skin by xylodemon for linndechir
Fandoms: Game of Thrones (TV), A Song of Ice and Fire - George R. R. Martin
30 Jan 2013
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The king sent for Jon an hour after supper, just as the sun was setting and fresh storm clouds were gathering for the night.
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in choppy waters by xylodemon
Fandoms: Game of Thrones (TV), A Song of Ice and Fire - George R. R. Martin
26 Jan 2013
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Years ago, deep water had claimed the lives of his parents as he watched. Now it had robbed him of Davos as well.
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These Walls Were Built to Fall by xylodemon for Faith Wood (faithwood)
Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
21 Jan 2013
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Harry is James' son and twenty years too young, and Sirius could build a brand new house with the cold wreckage from all his bad decisions and ruined relationships.
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James has been careful all these years, has never tried to make Sirius choose, but now that Sirius is in that position, Remus isn't sure he wants to hear the answer.
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In which things do not go according to plan, which is sadly par for the course.
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Remus has empty hands.
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It felt good to laugh again, like something was warming inside him, easing the tightness in his chest.
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Sirius has never been a good person.
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A Short Summary of Things That Are James Potter's Fault by xylodemon
Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
09 Jan 2013
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In which the mistletoe is hexed, Remus would rather not spend the night in a broom cupboard, and several things are James Potter's fault.
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A motor rumbles in the distance, slightly louder than the thunder rolling overhead. She smooths out the line of her dress, bends over the hood of her car just as a pair of headlights flare through the wet shadows at the end of the road.
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In which Sirius is a lazy sod, Remus doesn't want to shag in the common room, and Boxing Day is rather dull, all things considered.
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The Great Christmas Biscuit Misunderstanding of 1977 by xylodemon
Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
27 Dec 2012
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In which Sirius just wants a bit of fun, James fancies himself awfully clever, Peter won't be brewing any potions, and Remus would rather not get shouted at by McGonagall again, thank you very much.
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Derek makes a low, irritated noise in the back of his throat. “You still don’t get it. This isn’t about you and me. It isn’t about packs. You’re a werewolf. That’s all that matters to them.”
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The back of the jeep isn't really big enough for this kind of thing.
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Stiles is sweating by the time he finishes sketching out the line, his shirt damp at the collar and clinging to his chest. The sun has shifted; it's high in the sky now, burning warm and bright and bleaching the uncharred wood the color of old bones. He sheds his hoodie, dropping it next to his feet. He takes a deep breath and closes his eyes, then tells himself to believe.