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Marlene McKinnon is a mess. She can’t sleep, she’s almost certainly going to fail all her NEWTs, and she’s 99% sure that if they don’t win the Quidditch Cup this year James Potter will throw himself headfirst off the Astronomy Tower. On top of all that, there’s a war on, yet their professors seem determined to pretend that the biggest problem any of them are facing is finding a Ministry internship. Marlene’s final year at Hogwarts has barely started, and she’s already pretty sure it couldn’t get any worse—that is, until she shows up for her first Potions class and hears the assignment.
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Dorcas Meadowes is a stone-cold bitch. At least, that’s what everyone says. She doesn’t need well-meaning professors or overeager classmates or teammates or boyfriends or friends. She doesn’t need anything except to be left alone, the way she likes, until the day she finally leaves school. And she certainly doesn’t need Marlene McKinnon, with her sharp tongue and her snorting laugh and her stupid shiny hair, who seems intent on ruining everything that Dorcas has been working towards for the past two years.PLEASE DON'T POST MY FICS ON GOODREADS/STORYGRAPHS/ETC.
PLEASE DON'T REPOST MY WORKS ON ANY OTHER SITES.Series
- Part 1 of The Hand That Feeds
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22 Jan 2026
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Disposable children by marianogiusti
Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling, Alternate Universe - Fandom
15 Dec 2025
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`Disposable children` is a Marauders-era AU that spans both wizarding wars, exploring taboo, identity, and the difference between absence and death.
Slow burn, character-driven, and unapologetically OC-centric.Excerpt:
“My question is… is magic more like running or like thinking? Is it an extension of thought? Or does it require athleticism?”
“It’s about wanting. Of course, it depends on what kind of magic you’re performing. Some spells wear you out, like you’ve run miles. But you don’t feel it in your arms, nor in your legs. It’s more up here.” He tapped his temple. “And in here.” He tapped his chest.
“Ok, but you agree that it doesn’t appear stochastically. It’s a heritable trait,” she said, braiding and braiding and braiding her hair.
“If you’re talking about blood purity, that’s rubbish. Magic doesn’t care about family trees,” he said.
“Don’t get all political on me. That’s not what I meant,” she replied sardonically, then added, “I mean that nothing in biology makes sense except in light of evolution.”
“You’re not considering the mystery of it…” Sirius began, with great self-importance.Bookmarked by I_really_need_a_coffee
17 Nov 2025
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No one, it turns out, really knows one another.
(OR: all it takes is a summer-long holiday in Italy, James Potter's teetering mental stability, a secret relationship, friends with benefits, Marlene’s secret, and enough stupidity and insecurity to go around for everything to come crashing down around them.)
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09 Nov 2025
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When A Blind Man Cries by B1ueB1rd5
Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling, All the Young Dudes - Fandom, Marauders - Fandom
03 Mar 2025
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This fic is a tribute to MsKingBean89's beloved original character Grant Chapman from All The Young Dudes. I intend for this to be a LONG fic showing Grant's life and his perspective in atyd from the very beginning.
This will be canon compliant to the author's narrative of Grant (forgive me if there are a couple very minor oversights). It will span from 1971-1995, possibly beyond.
If MsKingBean89 ever became uncomfortable with my extended use of their character or reference to their brilliant story, I will be understanding and the future of this fic will be up to them!
DISCLAIMER: I do not support JK Rowling's bullshit transphobic views.
This fic is also available on Wattpad with my user (even though ao3 is far superior). PLEASE DON'T COPY THIS FIC TO ANY PLATFORM, seriously, it's annoying.
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30 Oct 2025
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Ethari was a weaponsmith, not experienced in the ways of combining magic and metal. Sure, he could make little trinkets, he often did, but they served no purpose. The heartblooms however, they took a while until they were functional, and he was always perfecting them, every single day.
He had had to learn magic beyond his realm of knowledge, had to learn how to enchant, to weave the moon’s power throughout his creations. And it took a lot of effort. He was never as strong as the others in the first place.
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When your husband is the leader of the assassins, it's only right that Ethari would worry. Any goodbye may be the last. Any kiss, any lingering looks. Sooner or later, Runaan won't return, so Ethari does everything he can to ensure he knows if the love of his life is okay.
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19 Feb 2025