AU in which Remus doesn't attend Hogwarts until he's 16, and he immediately falls for Sirius Black. Oh heart. (Some anachronisms, but I enjoyed it anyway)
On the way out, one hand on the doorknob and a paper bag for Remus in the other, he realizes just how often he’s done this, newspapers and chocolate and healing spells murmured in the shrill glass shards of countless dawns, how many times his feet have taken him, automatically, through these same streets, the same doors, led him, always, to Remus. Outside, in the yellow sweep of the sun, Sirius can feel his heart beating with something almost tangible, flooding him like knowledge: a word, a word, a word. Oh, he thinks, a mouth like thunder. Oh. There are names for this. There are names for this. Achingly beautiful Sirius/Remus set over Christmas, 1979.
Long, slow post-canon story where the kids find Glendower but Ronan loses his memory, and neither he nor Adam deals all that well with it. Lovely and wistful.
There was an Understanding. The Understanding was: Her Grace, Lady Sybil Deidre Olgivanna Ramkin, had, on the twelfth of May, married Captain Samantha Vimes of the Ankh-Morpork Watch. It was a very lovely ceremony. There had been cake. Oh my heart. this is wonderful!
Shitty wishes the room was louder or possibly smaller because he feels like he’s as on display as any painting or sculpture. Idiot , 2016, his placard might read. Mixed media: oblivion, awkwardness, twill suit, silk tie. Achingly lovely Shitty/Lardo.
Poe can't sleep and BB-8 tells knock knock jokes. This is adorable. (contains a couple of anachronisms I found jarring but they didn't diminish my enjoyment overall.)
Crime fighting is the ultimate thrill. A 'Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries' fanvid.
All video footage belongs to Every Cloud Productions and the ABC. Music performed by Kristin Chenoweth. Edited by me.
"It's like the Resistance think they invented fucking," Rey huffs, and Finn feels himself bubble with unexpected laughter. Hee! Rey and Finn want to prove a point. Hot and adorable.
"This isn't a joke, right?" Steve says, voice so low, his hands firm over Bucky's ribs. His big eyes search for a tell. A bluff. "You're not just...This isn't a favor." "Explain how necking with an estranged assassin is a favor," Bucky replies, miffed. "You'd, uh, be surprised." "There's something backwards about you," Bucky mutters, going in for another kiss, harder this time, pushing until Steve lies down on the bed and then leaning over him. Bucky gets his memories back.