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Día 2 de fictober 2019.
Prompt: “Just follow me, I know the area” + blankets.
Tras mudarse a un nuevo piso, Jisung y Changbin se dan cuenta de que no tienen suficientes mantas para dormir esa noche. Con una hora para que cierre, ponen rumbo a Ikea.
(El nombre alternativo de este fanfic es "Estantería Jïsukng y Mesa auxiliar Chkãngbik.")
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- Part 2 of Fictober 2019
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Día 1 de fictober 2019.
Prompt: It will be fun, trust me.
Jisung tiene una "Lista de cosas que hacer antes de terminar el último año de secundaria." Con el fin de completarla, arrastra a Seungmin para que le ayude a colarse de noche en el instituto.
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- Part 1 of Fictober 2019
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Summer, 1977. With the full moon approaching, Sirius heads up to the Lupins' countryside cottage to make himself useful. Or to make a complete and utter arse out of himself, because really, that's all he can seem to do around Remus these days.
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18 Sep 2023
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He Can't Hurt You if You're Already Dead by unspeakable3
Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
26 Apr 2021
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In which Regulus Black finds his peaceful post-life disturbed by his stupid brother and some stupid organisation called the Order of the Phoenix or something.
Featuring: hiding one's ghostly form in an urn, unsuccessful attempts at haunting, and the difficulty in reconciling brotherly relationships when one of you is dead and the other is a wanted criminal.
(takes place in the summer of 1995, between "lie low at Lupin's" and the events of HP and the Order of the Phoenix)
Winner, Best of 2021 r/FanFiction Awards
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- Part 2 of Ghost!Regulus
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07 Jan 2023
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Sirius landed a few meters away from the house and straightened his robes, flattened his hair. He still hadn’t bathed and his hair was oily and left a distinct sheen on the palms of his hands; he assumed he smelled like hippogriff and body odor and dead ferret. In the Shrieking Shack Remus had embraced him, his wool sweater soft on the bare skin of Sirius’s chest, his chin on Sirius’s bony shoulder. He had smelled of Hogwarts, the citrusy cleaning charm that the house elves used and parchment and the dust in the old hallways, and of chocolate, and of himself, the smell that Sirius had thought he’d forgotten for good in his cell in Azkaban. He had smelled of home.
Sirius could hear Remus’s footsteps approach the door after Sirius knocked. The last time, they had had an audience, he had been about to get revenge, he had been running on adrenaline alone. The house was quiet and the wind softly rustled the trees not very far away. The doorknob turned. Sirius closed his eyes. The warm light lit up the insides of his eyelids with a red-orange glow. He took a breath. He opened his eyes.
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23 Dec 2022
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i hope i find my home by focusfixated
Fandoms: IT - Stephen King, IT (Movies - Muschietti)
21 Apr 2022
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The peak of summer is long gone, if it ever came, but the funk of stagnant air still hangs low over the suburban streets. It’s two in the afternoon, unseasonably warm in the small, stale town of Derry, and the day reeks of discomfort.
Richie Tozier – sallow-skinned and puffy-eyed, wearing a too-small denim jacket that smells of sweat and mildew – hasn’t slept in several days, and he's trying to remember how he got here in the first place.
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(Or: Coming back to Derry, Richie hadn't expected to live. Eddie hadn’t expected to die. In the aftermath of Neibolt, they’re both confronted by another shot at life.)
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12 May 2022
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a renaissance, another day by randomhorse
Fandoms: The Goldfinch - Donna Tartt, The Goldfinch (2019)
10 Sep 2019
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“I don’t have anything, if that’s what you’re looking for,” Theo says. “I’m clean.”
“So am I. Remember how I said? Can stop anytime, no problem?” Boris raises his hands, palms towards Theo, fourteen years old again, free-handed on the BMX down the slope of Desert End Road, Look, Potter! No hands! “See? Clean. Boom, like that.”(Two years after Amsterdam Boris shows up on Theo’s doorstep in New York and he hasn’t had a hit in twenty-four hours.)
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27 Apr 2022