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SUMMARY: This isn't what he's looking for.
( Rimmer carefully extricated himself from the arms of his snoring bunkmate... )
( Rimmer carefully extricated himself from the arms of his snoring bunkmate... )
SUMMARY: Zaphod, Ford, alcohol, and table dancing.
NOTE FROM 2009: Ford in this fic is clearly (to me) played by Mos Def, which is interesting because when I wrote it I thought it was bookverse.
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NOTE FROM 2009: Ford in this fic is clearly (to me) played by Mos Def, which is interesting because when I wrote it I thought it was bookverse.
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DRABBLE: Knockturne (Harry Potter, ?, G)
Mar. 8th, 2005 12:00 pmThe street is deserted, but you can feel the prickle of eyes on the back of your neck. It’s past three in the morning; you breathe dew instead of air. A slight breeze stirs the velvet drapes that serve as doors as you pass them. Darkness drips from the eves of buildings like moisture from the roof of a cave, leaving long stalagtites of shadow in its wake. The tramp of your boots echoes on the worn cobblestones, rude and out of place, and the fog rushes out and swirls around your feet to muffle them into quietness.
You must be quiet.
The breeze tugs at your sleeve impatiently, motioning you forward. You are at the door; the door you passed without seeing yesterday and many days before. Until a stranger met you at your club, and bought you drinks, and trickled red-tinged dreams of glory into your ear. Lastly, he whispered the name of this place. Where to come, when.
The door opens at your touch. A pale, featureless mask floats in the darkness behind it.
“Ah, you’re right on time.” The masked voice smiles. “Come in.”
The night reaches out a tendril, and pulls you into its heart.
You must be quiet.
The breeze tugs at your sleeve impatiently, motioning you forward. You are at the door; the door you passed without seeing yesterday and many days before. Until a stranger met you at your club, and bought you drinks, and trickled red-tinged dreams of glory into your ear. Lastly, he whispered the name of this place. Where to come, when.
The door opens at your touch. A pale, featureless mask floats in the darkness behind it.
“Ah, you’re right on time.” The masked voice smiles. “Come in.”
The night reaches out a tendril, and pulls you into its heart.
SUMMARY: The Maurauders go to see the Death of Glitter and meet some very interesting Muggles.
PAIRINGS: Various, principally Sirius/Remus, Ripper/Ethan.
NOTE: This story, like many others, owes a great debt to the very wonderful ‘Fairy Boys’ series by Auburn Crimson.
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PAIRINGS: Various, principally Sirius/Remus, Ripper/Ethan.
NOTE: This story, like many others, owes a great debt to the very wonderful ‘Fairy Boys’ series by Auburn Crimson.
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SUMMARY: Rumours are flying. Set around Season Five, but disregards all canon past Season Four (except for the bits I like).
( “Hey, do you guys remember Buffy Summers?” )
( “Hey, do you guys remember Buffy Summers?” )
SUMMARY: A little time after a long day.
WARNINGS: Some dark content.
( Frank was squinting over his work... )
WARNINGS: Some dark content.
( Frank was squinting over his work... )
Medically speaking, it was advantageous for a man of Jack’s weight and height to have his upper back routinely massaged. That was the excuse the first time; they scarcely needed one anymore. Stephen swept his long, slim fingers across the bared skin, stroking gently over the shoulders and applying expert pressure to the bulky muscles of the upper arm. Jack’s breath came in spurts; the noises he made in the back of his throat were highly gratifying.
Stephen smiled as he worked. He knew well the power and the gentleness of Jack’s overlarge hands. And it was his turn next.
Stephen smiled as he worked. He knew well the power and the gentleness of Jack’s overlarge hands. And it was his turn next.