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Summary: Nightingale and Lesley have a conversation. Broken Homes fix-it fic.
Notes: Yuletide fic for yellow_ferrari.

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Belatedly, for a request by [livejournal.com profile] postingwhore . One of those three sentence fics that got away.

Summary: and she just doesn't know/ how much more she can give

Narcissa could hear them in the dark, in the garden burying her sister, as inside the house she packed her things to go. She was lucky. Most of the dead still lay where they fell. Animals might defile the bodies; if they did not the victors would. They hadn't been able to bring them all, but Bellatrix at least would be at peace, in the quiet and unhallowed ground of Malfoy Manor.

“Do you want--,” Lucius had asked, and gestured to the body.

“Let her robes and mask be her shroud,” Narcissa had said, looking at Bellatrix's slack face and tangled hair. Bella had been the most beautiful of three sisters known for their beauty, and men had written sonnets about her midnight eyes and the mysteries of her smile.

Narcissa had left her husband and son to do the digging and gone into the house, and begun putting things in her bag. What did you take, when you left, she wondered. Which robes were fashionable for deserting one's husband? Black, because almost everyone they knew was dead. There would be funerals for weeks.

Despite herself she thought of Bella, still at last; the niece she'd never known who'd died at Hogwarts, Sirius, whose grave she'd never seen, Regulus, whose body had never been found. So many dead, and all of them for nothing, because the war had been lost. For nothing, because the Muggles were going to ruin everything and call it progress.

The brushes with the silver handles had been a gift from Lucius's mother; she left them on her dressing table. There was a framed photograph of Draco, which she wrapped in a scarf and tucked into her bag, and one of Lucius that she left. She ran her fingers across the spines of the books on the little shelf under the window, but in the end she left them. They could be sent on later.

In the bath she tucked shampoo and conditioning potions and makeup into a case, and left her birth control on the edge of the sink, because she might be leaving Lucius but she could not imagine going to bed with anyone else. Eighteen years of marriage, and two years of sin before that, and she had been not quite eighteen that first time. Even then she had known what she wanted, and what it might mean.

She had been a Death Eater's daughter, even then, a Death Eater's sister. She cannot say she wasn't warned.

Suddenly she was on her knees on the tile, sobbing so hard she could barely breathe. She had warned them-- she had warned them all, and they hadn't listened. No one had ever listened. Not her father, not her sister, not her husband. Not her son.

“I thought you were gone,” Lucius said from the doorway, “Narcissa?”

She looked up then. Her head hurt and her eyes burned and her nose was running. She was too old to be so foolish. He had something on his cheek that might be dirt, and might be a bruise, and when he knelt beside her and touched her face his hands were filthy. He smelled of blood and smoke and the mud of her sister's grave.

“No,” she said, and put her hand on his. “I'm not going anywhere.” It was true, unfortunately; she never could bring herself to go. Her husband was a racist and an idiot who had involved their teenage son in a civil war, and he had appalling taste and wore more jewelry than she did and had quarreled with her entire family. She had meant to leave him a dozen times and never managed it, and just because their world is burning does not mean she ever will. “You know I love you too much to leave.”

“Yes,” Lucius said, resting his chin on top of her head, “but that doesn't mean I ever get tired of hearing you say it.”
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Or, my god, is this really all I've written lately? Sigh. Also, guess what, Parents. Totally did find that Medieval History degree useful. Money well spent! Highlander, for [livejournal.com profile] fuzzytale:  ) 14th Century CE RPF, for [livejournal.com profile] doreyg  ) Jilly Cooper's Rutshire Chronicles, for [livejournal.com profile] philomytha  ) Sarah Smith's Vanished Child series, for [livejournal.com profile] brutti_ma_buoni  )
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Summary: Erik finds answers to questions he never meant to ask.

Stone walls do not a prison make, nor iron bars a cage )
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Summary: The Forger and Point Man are selected to showjump for the United States at the Olympics.

Author's Note: Once upon a time I read one too many stories in which The Forger and Point Man were incorrectly capitalized-- and twelve thousand words later, here we are. Warnings for shameless, ridiculous oversimplification of the Olympic team selection process, and also for prostitution. It probably goes without saying, but any resemblance to actual Real People is entirely coincidental. The working title of this story was "Inception Crack AU", so take from that what you will. Usually I can blame [livejournal.com profile] pushdragon for these things, but unfortunately this one is all me.

Dare to Dream )
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Summary: The Forger and Point Man are selected to showjump for the United States at the Olympics.

Author's Note: Once upon a time I read one too many stories in which The Forger and Point Man were incorrectly capitalized-- and twelve thousand words later, here we are. Warnings for shameless, ridiculous oversimplification of the Olympic team selection process, and also for prostitution. It probably goes without saying, but any resemblance to actual Real People is entirely coincidental. The working title of this story was "Inception Crack AU", so take from that what you will. Usually I can blame [livejournal.com profile] pushdragon for these things, but unfortunately this one is all me.

Dare to Dream )
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I promised this to [livejournal.com profile] postingwhore in FEBRUARY. I suck, you guys.

The Backstory-Verse
How the Malfoy Wealth Was Won (London, 1860)
The Greatest Treason (Wales, 1913)
When I Ruled the World (France, 1917)
Portent (London, 1943)
The Greatest Generation (London, 1945)
It Came Upon a Midnight Clear (New York, 1959)
The Ill-Made Knight (Yorkshire, 1960)
The Setting Sun (Surrey, 1963)
Conviction (London, 1974)
Charm (London, 1978)
(Baby Don't) Fear the Reaper (London, 1979)
Shadow of the Day (Spinner's End, 1979)
A Woman's Place (Surrey, 1979)
Chronology (Surrey, 1980)
Destiny's Child (London, 1980)
Spy Games (London, 1981)
Shadow of the Day (Surrey, 1982)
Only the Dead Have Seen the End of War (Surrey, 1982)
A Prophet In His Own Country (Surrey, 1984)
A Handful of Dust (Surrey, 1994)

Well it goes like this, the fourth, the fifth/ the baffled king composing Hallelujah )
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Remix of by The Posting Wind by Elistaire.

Summary: We are what we make of ourselves.

How many roads must a man walk down, before you call him a man? )

Also, VelvetMouse cleverly remixed my LM Alcott story "For Want of a Nail," here. Three times Charlie Campbell didn't die, you guys! It's Christmas in May!
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Summary: Everything starts somewhere.

Provenance )

Just for fun: Eddie Arning's works"It Was The Only Thing To Do After The Mule Died" and "Tricia Got Her Rose Garden" and Everald Brown's Ethiopian Apple
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Only one person can be blamed for this story, and that person is [livejournal.com profile] pushdragon.

Summary: Eames is a forger, not a lover. Pre-movie.

Eats, Shoots and Leaves )
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This was written for National Coming Out Day (10/20) but it's a little late. Shocking, I know. Takes place about 18 months before Players.

Summary: Coming out is the hardest part.

Gamesmanship )
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Summary: The power of names.

The Backstory-Verse
How the Malfoy Wealth Was Won (London, 1860)
The Greatest Treason (Wales, 1913)
When I Ruled the World (France, 1917)
Portent (London, 1943)
The Greatest Generation (London, 1945)
It Came Upon a Midnight Clear (New York, 1959)
The Ill-Made Knight (Yorkshire, 1960)
The Setting Sun (Surrey, 1963)
Conviction (London, 1974)
(Baby Don't) Fear the Reaper (London, 1979)
Shadow of the Day (Spinner's End, 1979)
A Woman's Place (Surrey, 1979)
Chronology (Surrey, 1980)
Destiny's Child (London, 1980)
Spy Games (London, 1981)
Shadow of the Day (Surrey, 1982)
Only the Dead Have Seen the End of War (Surrey, 1982)
A Prophet In His Own Country (Surrey, 1984)
A Handful of Dust (Surrey, 1994)

Destiny's Child )

Remix

Jun. 2nd, 2010 02:34 pm
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Also! SRoni wrote "Shadow of the Veil (The Wedding March Remix), which is a remix of Four Weddings and a Funeral.

This is one of the most interesting things about Remixes, I think: the vastly different ways people view canon, and how it influences the way they write characters. I have this-- shorthand version of the HP characters, I guess, that comes through in everything I write. Bellatrix's marriage was arranged by her father. Andromeda's was a way to run away from her family. Narcissa's was a love match. Sirius and Remus's relationship was doomed from the beginning. Etc. But this is all stuff I made up! It more or less fits with canon-- but so does SRoni's version (in fact, I suspect hers fits better with JKR's reality than mine). So she took what was basically a series of drabbles and fleshed them out in an entirely different direction, which is awesome.

**I totally thought I'd posted this the other night when I posted my Remix fic, but apparently not. Oops.
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Summary: Even Immortals have things they hold sacred.

Relic )
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Written for Boz, in the NYR 2010 challenge.
Summary: Out of the sandbox and into the fire.
Don't Ask, Don't Tell )
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More crackfic.

Summary: In the 1970s, Methos joins the wrong secret society.

Skulls and Bones )

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