10 Works by Bluemask

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    "Well, what are you thinking, Lee? Are you excited?

    "I think the most anticipated match of the season has just begun! Finally, the two most talked-about new Quidditch talents in the British and Irish Quidditch League are facing each other for the first time: Puddlemere United’s Harry Potter, and Falmouth Falcons’ Draco Malfoy."

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    Or, Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy Join Quidditch at the Same Time: Is the Old Rivalry Heating Up Again?

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    English
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    “Have you ever found Draco attractive before?”

    Harry pauses. “No,” he says.

    That’s a lie, of course. To say that the thought has crossed his mind is reductive. There are only a handful of times you can think about the beauty of your mortal enemy's hair without making it gay.

    - - -

    Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy walk into a bar. And, before that, they walk into the British Auror headquarters. Chaos ensues.

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    Chapters:
    6/6
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    Crowley was talking with Nina the day an Angel appeared in front of the bookshop. Well, Nina was doing most of the talking; he was just standing between her and her café without much to do. And, well, it wasn’t just any Angel.

    “He came back,” Nina observed, her voice betraying an astonished feeling, her elbow finding Crowley's arm. “Shit. I mean, finally. Did you know?”

    Crowley could barely hear her. “Ngk,” he muttered, or something like that. Then he crossed the street.

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    Or: the first seven kisses between Aziraphale and Crowley.

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    1/1
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    18
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    1,058
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    Harry is not certain what a confrontation with Malfoy four years after the War will lead to, but he really didn’t expect that it would lead to this. Draco is just thrilled to have Potter’s full attention back, really. 

    “We really should stop meeting like this.”
    “What do you think you’re doing?”
    “Taking a piss during my lunch break, currently.”
    “Not right– working in the Ministry, I mean. What’s your plan?”
    “Oh, you want to know about my plan – my diabolical plan, if you will – why didn't you just say that?”

    [Featuring: an apology gone wrong, supportive best friends, quidditch matches, a sexuality crisis and awkward newspaper headlines.]

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    English
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    “My life is falling apart, Potter, and I can’t do anything to stop it. And I know,” Malfoy's eyes snap back to Harry, urgently. “I know I deserve it. I know it's all my fault. But it still fucking sucks.”

    Harry would like to tell him that his own life is also falling apart, thank you very much, but Malfoy wouldn't understand, and that's not entirely true. He has a place to stay, people who care about him, the prospect of a job. Even if Grimmauld Place suffocates him, the people around him are moving on with their life – leaving him behind, to pick up the pieces of the past alone – and what was once his dream job is losing its appeal day after day. But he's still in a better situation than Malfoy. And he deserves it, a little, after all. Doesn’t he?

    "Merlin, Potter," Malfoy murmurs, with eyes so damp they seem about to overflow at any moment. "Remind me not to come crying on your shoulder anymore, I feel even worse than before."

    "Right. Sorry. Sometimes it's hard to get out of my head.”

    "Well," Malfoy says with a weak grin. "There is a lot of space to get lost in there. Considering that. You know. You don't have a brain.”

    "Yeah I got it, Malfoy."

    "One can never know with you, Potter."

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    Chapters:
    9/9
    Collections:
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    Bookmarks:
    350
    Hits:
    27,053
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    This is the problem of human beings, Crowley ponders; they never know when to stop.
    “Good Lord,” a familiar voice suddenly sighs on his left, close enough to be heard clearly despite the ongoing revolt. “What have you done this time?”
    Crowley forces himself to ignore the headache that has begun to squeeze his skull again. “You wound me, angel.” He turns just enough to get a glimpse of Aziraphale’s blonde hair and rich clothes, grinning sharply. “Do you really think all this mess is my fault?”
    Aziraphale rolls his eyes and takes a couple of steps to join Crowley. “How could it not be?” He asks. “As usual, you’re up to no good.”
    “What is good and what is evil, anyway..."
    [Essex, 1381]
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    Just an angel and a demon Falling in love throughout History, Time and Space. Nothing new, really.

    Language:
    English
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    Chapters:
    1/1
    Comments:
    46
    Kudos:
    230
    Bookmarks:
    45
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    2,112
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    La mattina che segue la chiamata di Aziraphale, Crowley riesce a convincerlo a cucinare insieme un dolce particolare.

    “Non avevi detto che sapevi cucinare una semplice torta di mele?”
    Aziraphale risponde neanche senza sollevare gli occhi da libro. “Non avevi detto che avresti dormito fino a Luglio?”
    Crowley schiocca la lingua contro il palato. “Solo se non avessi trovato qualcos’altro da fare” gli ricorda, abbassando gli occhi sull’unico compito che Aziraphale si è sentito di affidargli. “Ti sei già stancato di me?”

    Ispirata a “Good Omens: Lockdown”

    Language:
    Italiano
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    Chapters:
    1/1
    Kudos:
    19
    Bookmarks:
    1
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    Quattro volte in cui la faccia di Steve Harrington è ridotta piuttosto male e Jonathan Byers non lo lascia solo (+ una volta in cui stanno tutti bene).

    “Amici, allora?”
    Jonathan alza entrambe le sopracciglia, scettico, ma inizia a non stare più sulla difensiva. “Amici, noi due?” Replica, occhieggiando con aria sospetta le dita aperte di Steve e la sua espressione tranquilla. Divertita, quasi. Insolitamente allegra per una situazione del genere.
    “La nostra amicizia non sarebbe la cosa più strana di questa notte.”
    Jonathan arriccia le labbra, come se non volesse dargli la soddisfazione di vederlo sorridere di nuovo, ed è titubante nel stringere la mano di Steve. “So già che me ne pentirò.”
    “Dammi un po’ di fiducia, Byers!"

    (Gli atti di violenza non sono descritti, avvengono fuori scena.)

    Language:
    Italiano
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    Chapters:
    1/1
    Comments:
    3
    Kudos:
    35
    Bookmarks:
    3
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    416
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    Alec si infila nel solito spazio lasciato dalla finestra di Simon, anche se questa volta non è del tutto aperta e finisce per colpire qualcosa di appuntito con un fianco – ha già un insulto sulla punta della lingua quando mette piede nella stanza, ma una rapida occhiata attorno a sé lo fa congelare sul posto.
    “E tu chi sei?”
    Alec sussulta, si maledice mentalmente per essere così idiota, si gira di scatto e rischia di rompersi l’osso del collo nel movimento. Non sarebbe stata una gran bella fine.
    (Jace avrebbe senz'altro riso di lui.)
    Alec fissa il ragazzo semi-sdraiato nel letto, un libro tra le mani e le sopracciglia comicamente alzate, che lo sta fissando di rimando. Trascorrono così un lungo silenzio imbarazzante, interrotto dallo scontro improvviso dei neuroni di Alec che gli permettono di trovare una scusa perfettamente sensata e brillante per essere piombato a casa sua, dal nulla, di notte: “Uh.”

    Language:
    Italiano
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    2,146
    Chapters:
    1/1
    Kudos:
    17
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    306
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    C'è Rory che non riesce a dormire e c'è il Dottore che non dorme mai, ma in compenso stringe un carillon.
    E c'è qualcos'altro, qualcosa che dipende da una coincidenza, dal destino o forse dal caso, chi lo sa.

    “È già mattino? Accidenti, è proprio vero che il tempo passa più in fretta quando cerchi di far funzionare un carillon vecchio di novecentonovantadue anni.”

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    Italiano
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    1,086
    Chapters:
    1/1
    Hits:
    54

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