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Regulus Black hates Christmas. Particularly because he works in a nightclub, and witnesses what fools people become when Christmas is involved. He hates everything about Christmas. He also hates love. People in love, people talking about love. Everything about it. Also, he hates happiness. He's just a well rounded grumpy ball of don't fucking talk to me. Which is why, when an extremely attractive man on the tube begins striking up conversations with him, he finds himself immediately disgusted by his stupid curls and his desperately captivating eyes. Not to mention the size of him, tucked into well-fitting suits and daring to look down at Regulus with that stupid smile. Regulus wishes he would eradicate himself from his presence, but tube guy appears everywhere it seems, and can't seem to help but invade Regulus' privacy, daring to ask his name, ask after his day. The audacity. But as Christmas approaches, Regulus finds himself unwillingly drawn to the idiot with the curls, who makes it his mission to show Regulus that Christmas is brilliant, but he has to agree to go out with him. Reluctantly, he agrees, and as time goes on Regulus concedes that maybe, perhaps, Christmas isn't too bad after all.
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17 Dec 2025
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tell yourself you can always stop by MarauderMist99
Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
19 Nov 2025
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Regulus Black's life is not his own. He is controlled by the powers that be, aka, his father. His father's chosen path for him is unavoidable, unpreventable and regrettably irresistible if Regulus wishes to keep his sanity. He has resigned himself to obey, abandoned all endeavours of academic achievement and believes that isolating himself is the only way to stay safe. After all, his brother cared so little for him that he saved himself, falling so willingly into the arms of blood traitors. Regulus has accepted his duty, his fate, that is, he had until a certain blood traitor begins to insert himself into Regulus' space, dolefully checking in on him, winding him up beyond all reason until Regulus cannot bear to ignore him a moment longer. But duty and fate have a way of catching up to a person and Regulus can't escape what is expected of him. As war approaches and sides are picked James and Regulus find themselves on opposite sides of the war and Regulus has to decide between expectation and devotion.
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17 Dec 2025
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Remus and Sirius broke up years ago. It was a loud, uncivil, downright hateful breakup and ruined their friendship forever. Or so Remus had thought.
Sometimes “Do you still love me?” is a “Can you come pick me up?” text after seven years of not talking. And “I do” is driving several hours to do it.
Or, Remus and Sirius have to spend a long time in a car together and Remus lies to himself the entire time
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14 Dec 2025
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at least we stole the show by nighimpossible for breadly
Fandoms: Check Please! (Webcomic), Women's Hockey RPF
28 Dec 2015
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One of them would go to the draft lottery winning Aces and one of them would go to the Leafs and they’d meet twice a year barring any injuries because God knows they wouldn’t be sent down to the minors. Sending Kent Parson or Jack Zimmermann down to the minors would be like sending your prize stallion out to the stables when everyone paid to see a fucking show. They’d insert feline hissing noises into the broadcast and caption it “Catfight,” they’d compare their game-day suits and judge who was hotter (not on like, Hockey Night in Canada, but on the dudebro hockey blogs that Kent pretends she doesn’t read). Kent would hate it, but accept it, because it would all mean being on the ice with Zimms again. She’d skate circles around Jack in the warm ups, bucket-less with her hair and chirps flowing and Jack? Jack would smile, helmet on, the picture of austerity save the glimmer of a smirk in her eyes.
They’d had limited edition Barbies made, for fuck’s sake. Kent’s got one in a box on her mantle. The doll has its own hockey stick but the skates are high heeled. You win some, you lose more.
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When Erica Bittle first introduces herself to Jack she has a blueberry pie in her hands, and uses the word “y’all” apparently unironically. She’s tiny, her long golden hair tied up in a ponytail with a gingham ribbon like she’s on her way to debutante brunch. Her oven mitts have little apples printed all over them, and she smells like vanilla sugar, although Jack isn’t sure she’s even used any on the pie.
She might be an alien.