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Castle Cupid

(Also posted on AO3)

“What the fuck?!” Potter threw up his hands and then promptly jammed them in his hair. He stopped his pacing and stared at the archway where a door had been about… -Draco idly cast a tempus- an hour ago. Apparently, Potter had been driven to distraction simply by the idea of sharing a space with him and was flirting with a level of mania that made Draco quite uncomfortable.

Draco laced his hands together in his lap, uncrossing his legs and recrossing them the other way. He was expecting Potter to start throwing spells again if he kept to the pattern he had established so far. Hopefully, he would cast something that would rebound and turn him into something quiet, like a rabbit.

Potter spun toward him though, “Why aren’t you upset!” he snapped.

Draco raised an eyebrow, “It seems to me you’re doing a good enough job for the both of us.”

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Alex lives his life by the book. That is what is to be expected of the Prince of Wales, after all. And he enjoys order and predictability, so while the tabloids generally find him a snooze he’s perfectly content to live his life under the radar, placid and comfortable.

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fic: The Brave (1/?)

Nott Widogast does not remember anything about her life before she was 9 years old. A story that explores the endgame where True Polymorph is cast on Nott, but something goes wrong, and she no longer remembers her past. Gen, memory loss, and found family tropes ahoy. A03 Link

a/n:  So, the True Polymorph spell description says that “all of the stats are changed to that of the new creature, but the creature retains its alignment and personality.” It says nothing about memories, and also I’m a terrible human being. Enjoy.

Her first memory involves waking up in a bed with a young man standing over her, his hand on her forehead. “Kleine schwester, how do you feel?”

She doesn’t recognize some of the words he says, but they are said with affection, and she knows him, knows his red hair and scarred hands, even if she cannot explain why. “Thirsty.” She says, voice raspy but familiar to her own ears. The gentleman brings her a glass of water and she drinks it slowly, and the next time she speaks her voice sounds smoother than she thinks it ever has. “Thank you.”

The young man’s smile is warm and familiar, although she isn’t sure why. “You took a nasty fall there, schwester. I’m glad you are feeling better.”

The man is leaning over her again, his hand against one of hers, squeezing gently. She returns the warm smile, and brushes her–hair? (red, the same ginger color as the gentleman–why does she feel like it should be black–) out of her face. “Don’t take this the wrong way,” she says quietly, squeezing the man’s hand back. (protect protect I must protect him) “but I have no idea who you are.”

The man freezes immediately. “You don’t know me?”

She shakes her head.

“You don’t–do you know my–what about–do you know you? What is your name, little one?”

She opens her mouth, ready to give the answer, but finds there isn’t one to give. “I don’t know.”

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LOT/CC fic: UnderCover

Tropes ahoy! Leonard and Sara go undercover as a married couple, but there are complications. Of course there are.

Prompt from @sylvanheather: The ol’ “undercover as a married couple with the oh-no-someone’s-taping-us” trope. It was supposed to be short. Oops.

Many thanks to @larielromeniel for the beta. Can also be read here at AO3 or here at FF.net.


“Well, that was a bust.” Sara sighs as she lets herself into the hotel room, kicking off her heels and crossing to drop her handbag on the desk. “Ray, tell me we’re going to get another go at that.”

“You’ll get another go at that,” the inventor confirms through her comm. “Well, you will if you stick around another day. There’s another event in the lounge tomorrow, and it’s probably even a better bet than tonight’s was. McRae will be a little desperate to move those plans by then. He’ll bite.”

“Good.” Sara flicks a glance at Leonard, who’s followed her into the room, hands clasped behind his back and still looking too chill for words in his black tux. “Got that?”

There’d have been a day when she’d have thought getting stuck overnight at a swanky resort, in a honeymoon suite no less, with Leonard Snart just might have led to some interesting…extracurricular activities. But since they’d pulled him from the time stream, clued in by his Earth-X doppelgänger’s odd reactions whenever they’d made a time jump, he’s been…reserved. Almost…chilly.

And now she’s making cold puns in her own head. Sara sighs internally as Leonard nods, turning to inspect the room again like he’s casing the place. “Got it.” He shrugs. “For what it’s worth, I think Raymond’s right. He knows we’re his only option at this point. He just needs a little more time to resign himself to it.”

“Humph.” Sara starts to say something about indecisive men, then thinks better of it. “Well, I want room service and a good night’s sleep. We’ll take care of him tomorrow. One way or another.” She’d rather not steal the plans—there’s more potential to mess up the timeline that way-but if they have to, they have to.

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anonymous asked:

37: “Can I kiss you?” JonxSansa

fake/pretend relationship trope ahoy!

“Can I kiss you?”

Jon promptly chokes on his beer. Sansa jumps forward with napkins, dabbing at the mess on his shirt. “What?” he croaks.

“Joffrey is here,” she says coolly, “with Margaery Tyrell, which is just– great. I know I’m being petty as hell, but I could really use a win today. I promise I brushed my teeth right before we left. Please? Just pretend?”

Jon’s boggles for a moment. Kissing Sansa would be the absolute worst idea ever. Not because he would be kissing his best friend’s little sister; no, it would a bad idea because he’s had a crush on her since their high school days, and kissing her might actually ruin him romantically for the rest of his life. The break-up with Ygritte was bad enough.

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