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Chase the moon and catch your dreams.
That’s what the kids do.
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nineteen by mountainrusing for Raw_ToastedMushroom
Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
14 Jul 2025
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Nineteen. The world was hard to please.
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- Part 5 of marylily microfics
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Lily gets it, she really does. She just wishes she had a family like Mary’s whom she could also put first.
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Lily without her coffee is a… barely-functioning human… but Mary would take any Lily anywhere.
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flower bouquet by mountainrusing for knight_haaans
Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
14 Jul 2025
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And all the flowers… go to Lily.
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It’s the weirdest excuse for a sleepover she’s ever been involved in.
(Or, after the events of 2x9, Joyce decides that everyone may as well stay the night. It's sort of a mess, but Nancy expected nothing less.)
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31 Oct 2025
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“Have you considered the possibility that Neil has chosen you, but believes you have not chosen him?” Renee says. "Have you ever explicitly told him what you want?”
“Neil knows what I want,” Andrew snaps. This is not Andrew’s fault.
“How do you know?”
Because Neil always knows. He is as fluent in Andrew’s micro-expressions as he is in German and French. He knows which head tilts mean “go on” and which ones mean “shut up.” Without ever asking, he learned what it meant to see Andrew wearing double layers of long sleeves, or taking multiple showers in a day, and learned to hand Andrew the car keys.
That has always been the most terrifying thing about Neil — his patience to wait, watch, listen, learn. The prospect that if Neil were given enough time, there would be no part of Andrew that was just Andrew’s anymore.
“He has to know,” Andrew says.
“Does he?” Renee says. “Have you ever known Neil to assume that he is wanted?”
Five times Neil tells someone that he and Andrew aren’t dating, and one time Andrew uses his words to set the record straight.
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31 Oct 2025
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Barty never stopped sending her letters.
He never got hers until it was too late.Bookmarked by mountainrusing
05 Aug 2025
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your fool in this game for two by abillionstars
Fandoms: Deadpool - All Media Types, X-Men - All Media Types, Marvel Cinematic Universe, Deadpool (Movieverse)
04 Aug 2024
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“Have you ever lived with anyone before?”
At Wade’s question, Logan pauses to think. Scratches his balls for a second, and says, “I lived at Xavier’s school for a while, before I left. Lived in a clapboard boarding house about seventy years back. A couple of times, I slept in a park with other people nearby. Do those count?”
“That was a rhetorical question,” says Wade. “Some might even call it an accusatory one. Mostly because—dude. I’m a fucking mess. But you’re even worse.”
(two loser loners, falling in love.)
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For audio lovers, the fabulously talented tha_rin has created a podfic!
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loony: in defense of luna lovegood by dirgewithoutmusic
Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
20 Dec 2014
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Sometimes your spells will go bad. She knew that.
Luna mounted the thestral to the Department of Mysteries. She put her name down for Dumbledore's Army. When they called her brave she smiled like she knew things that they didn't.
She knew what she was getting into. She knew what she was doing. She drifted because she'd decided to drift, because she thought the best way to live on this earth was to tread softly. No matter how much she liked wrapping herself in whimsy, this was not a whim. It was a choice.
When Harry was grieving Sirius, she took his hand. "Things have a way of coming back to you," she said, with no blankets to hide under, with no skipping rocks to hold in cold hands, to hurl away when they felt like they were holding her down.
Luna had loss living in the pit of her stomach, yes and always, but she was the only one who got to decide what to do with that. She went out to visit the thestrals with strips of steak in her bag and loved the way their sloping wings looked against the sky.
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There had been a girl, dying, sitting beside Luna for a whole year of Charms. Ginny had been caving in on herself, rock falls under her rib cage and avalanches in the curve of her belly. How had Luna missed the roar and crash of that fall?
Luna didn't see her again until the next year on the Hogwarts Express. Ginny was tucked in a compartment all her own. She was pretty, freckled against her dark robes, her hair a little wild, her gaze a little gone. This was the settling dust, the jagged aftermath. Who was trapped under the rubble?
"Wrackspurts?" Luna asked her as she slid open the door.
Ginny tore her gaze away from nothing. "What?"
Luna drifted down into the seat next to her. "They make your brain go all fuzzy. They flit through your ears and nibble on all the good bits. It's like you can see, yeah, everything's clear--but you can't see, see? There's a grey fuzz over everything (except there's not, really) and breathing is happening in somebody else's body."
Ginny was looking at her now. People had spent the last summer wrapping her in well-meaning arms and calling her "--not okay, of course you're not."
"Yeah," said Ginny. "Wrackspurts."
"They make me think of my mother," said Luna and offered her some Bertie Bott's Beans.
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Luna's mother's name had been Pandora. Luna did not know the story that went with that name -- it was a Muggle one. Ginny, a proud Weasley, didn't either-- her father's interest lay in Muggle tech, objects, knickknacks, not its old stories. But an eight year old Neville Longbottom had been certain he was a Squib, and certain he would be tossed out of his grandmother's storied house and onto the hard Muggle streets as soon as his Hogwarts letter failed to arrive by owl. He had studied for it. Neville knew what a rubber ducky was for, and how to use a telephone, and one late sleepless night tucked into the Room of Requirement he told Luna the story of Pandora.
A girl was given a box and told not to open it. "I think she was a Ravenclaw," Neville said solemnly. He had scars on him now, hard lines of muscle and a rigid spine, but he still wore the careful earnestness of the round-faced first year who'd drawn his wand on his friends when he thought it was the right thing to do.
A girl named Pandora had been given a box and she had opened it and let out every horrible thing, because curiosity does that sometimes. It burbles green, bubbles purple, and the whole world goes dark.
"But tucked into the bottom of the box," Neville said, glancing at the kids who had gathered close. He was thoughtful, not uneasy. People flocked close when he talked now. He would never ask for the attention, but the boy would always shoulder any burden handed to him. "Tucked in the bottom was hope."
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"He's not gone," Luna said. "I remember him. So do you."