| A Season in Hell and After The Flood | by Cassandra Claire |
| Harry/Draco, NC-17. He pulls away, sitting up, freeing himself from their tangled welter of limbs and damp skin and sweat and stickiness and the cool air hits his face and he tilts his head back and breathes and breathes, in and out, tasting what is carried on the cold air from the half-open window: canal water, dust, smoke, the cool taste of outside mixing with the salt scent of sex inside. Draco, half-propped on his elbow, looks up at Harry and does not reach out for him, seeing perhaps in Harry's face the answer to the question of what would happen if he did. | |
| All Down the Days | by Shikishi |
| Harry/Draco. Tonks points her wand at the small canvas tent and it collapses neatly in on itself, a small perfect square on the frost covered ground. It is time to move on. | |
| And I Get By | by silviakundera |
| Harry/Draco. He's your friend, and you and him, you prove it in a variety of fantastic, dysfunctional ways. He hits you harder than anyone when he raises his wand, and has this sneer that warps his speech so bad that you can't understand a word of it--but you're sure it must be something spectacularly cutting. Your books or your sugar quills will be missing, and then they'll be back, and you won't tell anyone he stole them. You knock him into bushes of nettles and the ones that suck at your flesh, but you'd never toss him off anything. | |
| April Morning Almanac | by librae |
| Sirius/Remus/Regulus. Possibly my favorite fic ever, ever, ever. Afterward Regulus walked to the courtyard. It was snowing and he pretended the grounds were white seas, foaming, and he stood there till he got numb. | |
| Arctic Fox | by scrtkpr |
| Harry/Draco, post-DH, NC-17. "Isn't that Draco Malfoy? He keeps looking at you, Harry." | |
| Bottom of the Sea | by rhoddlet |
| Harry/Draco, Harry/Hermione, cancer fic. That was the winter her body sprouted a new geometry: lines of collarbone surfaced. Interior angles of rib and elbow came to light, and the curve of her skull came out through the hair, pale and sharp. They had been living on the coast, and to Harry, watching Hermione die that winter was like watching the sea pull back into itself and show more and more of the black rock underneath. | |
| Close Enough | by Helen |
| Harry/Ron, NC-17. Ron didn't move from the doorway, but he didn't turn further, either, and he didn't protest when Harry pressed him back against the kitchen wall and gave him a long, smutty kiss, one of Harry's narrows hands splayed next to his head as though he were a girl at a cotillion, being leant up against a gazebo under the stars, a girl being given her first kiss. Then he lifted one hand to tug Harry's clothes open further, his thumb sliding over fabric and then the furrow of Harry's hip, smooth, slightly damp with sweat, and it wasn't a first kiss or anything involving stars; it wasn't anything other than what it was. | |
| Drop Dead Gorgeous | by Maya |
| Veela!Harry, among other things. Harry looked at Malfoy, too pale, still obviously tired, fair hair gleaming in the low light, and swallowed. His mouth was dry: when he spoke, his voice had all these strange sounds in it, like hissing snakes and hunting birds. He said: "Good luck." | |
| The Drought Story | by librae |
| Sirius/Remus. Remus made a small noise but didn't speak. It was quiet as leaf silhouettes shown through the window and danced across Remus's face. Dust wandered in small galaxies and the fine hairs on their bare arms lit up in the sunlight. Sirius's hand crept forward, smoothing over Remus's clothed hipbone like a token for luck. He counted Remus's breaths as response: they were deep and easy, drugged in the heat and lilac air. He splayed his fingers in the small spaces between Remus's ribs just to keep him steady. | |
| Ever Afterwards | by rhoddlet |
| AU. Remus/Harry. The sudden clot in Remus's throat made it hard for him to explain that no, you didn't have to start afresh with a new memory each time you wanted to cast a Patronus. He couldn't, at first, and instead just pressed more chocolate into Harry's hands. | |
| Filth | by slytherlynx |
| Remus/Snape, Remus/Draco, NC-17. Everyone knows about Professor Snape and the werewolf. It's disgusting. | |
| If You've A Ready Mind | by Maya |
| Harry/Draco (and Draco/Cho, Draco/Terry, Harry/Cho). Ravenclaw AU. Draco had to be able to kill, he had to be able to do it. He went to the bathroom of the dead girl and he wondered who had murdered her, and if they had ever been as sorry as he was, as afraid, or as ashamed. | |
| Knick-Knack-Paddywhack | by breed |
| Harry's sixth birthday. Turning six was a big responsibility. It meant, amongst other things, that when someone asked your age, you couldn't answer by holding up the fingers of just one hand anymore. It was one whole hand and a thumb. That thumb was a lot more significant than it would seem to the average grown-up; it meant you were getting older. | |
| Let It Snow and Still Goodbyeing | by Aspen |
| Harry/Draco, Christmastime, NC-17. He made sure to grab his heavy black school cloak on the way out, and once in the common room, slipped it on under his invisibility cloak, dreading how cold it would be out in the snow - especially in the middle of the night when the earth was at its very coldest. But the cold and darkness and snow didn't stop him. Nothing ever stopped him. | |
| light as a surrogate for everything | by cathy |
| Harry/Snape. This pairing doesn't really do it for me, but somehow I will never forget this fic. Severus has never been in a room filled with this much sunlight, even if it is fake. He has never seen sunshine this yellow, this fragrant, or this sad. | |
| Mamas, Don't Let Your Babies Grow Up To Be Cowboys | by breed |
| Harry, Draco. Mrs Malfoy hangs her creepy self-portraits all over the dining room. The walls are covered with botched versions of her pinched visage, staring down at anyone who considers eating there. She does always manage to capture her nose, which gives the impression that any food served there must smell really awful. Harry usually eats in the room he's taken over as his own, anyway; he has no idea what the Malfoys do for food, or if they even eat at all. | |
| maybe we need an earthquake | by cathy |
| Harry/Hermione/Ron and a whole lot more. You lay there with him until he goes to sleep, your ear flat to his chest so that you can hear his heart beat, his lungs move, his stomach gurgle, all those intimate body sounds you need to hear to confirm his existence. | |
| Parvati Prevails | by a_linz |
| This is the cutest fic in the entire world, I can't help it. Go, go, Gryffindor. 'For the love of Merlin, remove that ridiculous object out of your hair! This is class, Miss Patil, not the Miss Witch Weekly Pageant!' / 'But Professor, it's just a headband,' Parvati protested. | |
| Perdoname | by holographis |
| Remus/Sirius. They walk on in silence, past the gravestones in the cemetery and the students clustering around one of the graves in awed silence. Somewhere back in the park, a dog barks, and Remus has to stop himself from turning and calling to Sirius to come back to them. | |
| Perigee | by librae |
| Remus/Sirius/Regulus. He had come to believe in superstitious things by then. He opened the mail in order by topic and postmark and stirred his coffee counterclockwise, three times. When he left the flat he curled his fingers around the copper doorknob and held it for a moment, pretending fingerprints were blessings that kept the outside out and in the inside safe. He had come to believe in arbitrary divisions of time, that the old names under which days are divided meant something: Sundays were stale lemon tea in his senses, Wednesdays were protected in their own strange buoyant sea, Fridays were faintly dangerous, balanced on red cusps. Sirius was waiting for Remus to turn the page in the calendar; he thought it would be better, then, when a new month came and he could take with it the things he wanted and forget the things he didn't. | |
| The Properties of Being Lost and The Properties of Voyeurism | by Aja |
| Harry/Draco. He is sixteen years old; he has never shaken hands with a Muggle, been kissed, or beaten Harry Potter at Quidditch, and he has never stood under the moonlight playing a game by himself simply because no one else would play it with him. But he is, and no one else will, and he will never, ever matter to Harry Potter, and he throws the ball higher and higher and sends it flying farther and farther out across the pitch, until the grass tickles his legs with dew and the moon has started to set. | |
| Queen of Hearts | by cynicalpirate and scoradh |
| Harry/Draco, R. 'This is us, Potter.' Malfoy's whisper was malevolent. 'We'll never be quits. Never.' | |
| Quixotic | by spectacular |
| Remus/James, NC-17. He only likes you now because you're dangerous. | |
| rise like lions (you sons of cain) | by statelines |
| Remus/Sirius. (He likes to think if he keeps his cabinets full, if he gets rid that manky smell in the ice-box, Remus will stay the night, the month: to save the seven-stop tube ride, and take the other half of the wardrobe Sirius leaves empty, on purpose. That maybe Remus will call the flat in Islington with the yellow door, populated by twelve sorts of mould and one scared, scared boy with scabbed elbows -- he will call it home, like the way he cupped his palms and told Sirius about fireflies; like the swell of Lily's stomach.) | |
| Silver | by rhoddlet |
| Remus/Sirius. When you lay a silver sickle on the table in front of him, Remus can blow on the coin and make smoke rise from the surface as his breath gets burnt by the silver. Remus still has a butterfly shaped burn on the sole of his foot from the time he tripped over Lily Potter's heirloom hairclip while he was creeping back into the dormitory rooms. Remus flinches, too, when Tonks comes down the stairs one morning with silver hair. | |
| Sixteen in Bulgaria | by silviakundera |
| Hermione/Viktor. They would walk in the evenings, and touch, and it all felt so desperate. | |
| that the science of cartography is limited | by Rave |
| Remus/Sirius. "Don't do anything I wouldn't do," says Sirius, and flashes him a strange, hard smile as he goes. "Don't wait up for me." / "I won't," whispers Remus, tasting blood in his mouth. | |
| The Very Magnitude of Guilt | by Durendal |
| Harry, after. Harry's afraid that if he stops thinking about Malfoy, then he's going to have to think about Sirius and Remus and Tonks and Luna and Snape and Dumbledore and everyone else he couldn't save. At least Malfoy is here now, where he can fix his mistake. | |
| Written | by ZS |
| Harry, Draco. A wave of disappointment and despair flayed him and he couldn't deny any longer what he'd been hoping to find. What he wouldn't have given to have found something from his father, something only for him. Something that would have said all the things he needed to hear, but his father had never told him. | |
| The Circumstance Cycle | by lalejandra |
| Summer/Seth/Anna/Ryan. Heavy NC-17. This can only end sadly, she thought again, and let him lead her from Seth's room. | |
| Greetings From Planet Seth | by amerella |
| Seth/Ryan, Ryan/Theresa. Seth gives a little wave and swims off towards the deep end. His skin looks slippery in the sunlight, and he's slipping away. | |
| Telegraph Avenue | by Zahra |
| Seth/Ryan, Seth/OC, NC-17. And maybe, if Seth's Ryan-radar decided to work for a change, he wouldn't have to shackle himself to a twin bed after all. The likelihood of that was very small, but Seth didn't have much else to work with, and even if he wasn't an optimist, he could fake it. Maybe he could make his own luck after all. | |
| Unwritten | by amerella |
| Seth/Summer/Zach. He walks home and sees that Summer IM-ed him at 7:30. Math kills. What's the answer to #10? And again at 7:35. Where R U, bitch? | |
| We learned more from a three-minute record than we ever learned in school | by lalejandra |
| Summer/Ryan, Season 4. And she shuts her mouth hard, accidentally biting her tongue, when she gets it. Marissa probably was out there somewhere, a crazy ghost trying to come home, or something--who knows what goes on in Ryan's head? But he couldn't bring Marissa home, or fix everything, or make anything perfect. So he had to bring Summer home. | |
| Fall Asleep in the Fast Lane | by them0rgue |
| Matt, Landry. As soon as his eyes are closed, he's on the field again, hearing the roar of the crowd in his ears. Jason Street goes down again and no one even notices until he doesn't get right back up. Coach Taylor's spitting on his face as he screams over the crowd, Smash is grabbing his hand. The ball is flying, right where he wanted it to; he stops, looks, and throws the damn thing as hard as possible right into Reyes' waiting arms. Perfect. | |
| here's your summer vacation | by fated_addiction |
| Tim/Lyla. The sky's kinda low in this town, a blue and pink, aptitudes for the undecided. | |
| I can no more cross this room than Zeno's arrow | by Signe |
| Jason Street. "Mercy." Lyla looks down at him, and Jason still can't get used to that, his girl--Lyla, everyone, looking down at him all the time. If she cries, tears are going to fall on him, leave dark marks on his sweatpants. She doesn't cry though, not this time, just repeats the same word. "Mercy, Jason, that's what I'm asking for." | |
| Texas Forever | by topaz |
| Tim/Jason. "Good game, Thirty-three," Jay said, soft and quiet, and Tim didn't know whether to laugh or cry. | |
| You'll Never Meet No Decent Girls at Dallas Honky-Tonks | by minervacat |
| Tyra/Lyla. Garrity's face goes quiet in the dark, still and serious the way it looked after Street left the hospital but before they split up, and she says, 'You should have a little more faith in yourself.' | |
| The Color of Wheat | by ethrosdemon |
| Hayden Christiansen, Ewan McGregor, Viggo Mortensen, Jude Law, Brad Pitt, etc., etc., etc. NC-17, I think. Life sucks and sometimes it doesn't. That's Hayden's whole life right there. | |
| Freely Given | by Helen |
| Chris/JC. He took naps because JC had taken afternoon naps, and he had looked so peaceful that Chris had started joining him, and JC would press his face to his chest and sometimes slide a hand under the leg of Chris' boxers. JC would wake him up in the late afternoon, kissing him, sliding his hands down Chris' arms, rubbing his thumbs over Chris' wrists. Chris got tired in the afternoon, now. | |
| Make Sure They See My Face | by Zahra |
| Milo Ventimiglia/Shia LaBoeuf. "Well then," George says amiably. "Milo, how would you like to not-sleep with Shia in our movie?" | |
| The way you do it | by Helen |
| Chris/JC. At the beginning of the band, they used to practice at Chris', because he was the only one who had his own place. Chris looked like an empty pizza box and dirty socks everywhere kind of guy, but his apartment was small and spare: a threadbare sofabed, a beanbag chair, a card table. JC had liked it there. | |
| you can read in whatever you're needing to | by kel |
| Chris/JC, possibly R. Chris rubs the bridge of his nose. "When were you least happy?" he asks. / "Now." | |
| A Summer Without Books | by ellen m |
| Special Topics in Calamity Physics, Blue/Zach. But then again, that's what that summer was about. Coming untethered from all the words, trying to concentrate on the pictures and the feelings and the sounds, even if they're not the kind that will last, forever entombed in the kind of book nobody will ever read. | |
| Cloak | by babel |
| ROME, Antony/Brutus, NC-17. Antony ran his fingers up into Brutus's hair. Brutus was watching him, as he always did, as if waiting for something. As if imagining something that wasn't there--maybe a different life. There did not seem to be any evil there. There did not seem to be any violence. He did not look like a man who had killed someone he thought of as a father. | |
| Five Things That Never Happened to Carter Duryea (But They Could Have) | by Susan |
| In Good Company, Carter Duryea. This is all you have, and you would be a better man if only you had the guarantee of something other than these four walls. It's selfish, maybe, to think that you ought to get something in return, but you've learned to keep your cards close. You're not going to give up the only thing you have for a man that you barely know. You don't want to go back to that old life, you'll do anything not to; there's no family and no kids and no house waiting for you to change into something good. There's nothing. | |
| Half-Life | by Proserpina |
| Boy Meets World, Shawn/Corey, AU where Topanga goes to Yale. Shawn is the one who has to fight back the hard lump in his throat to say, "You're supposed to be your own life, remember?" and then just hold him when Corey doesn't get the reference. | |
| Higher Education | by Resonant |
| The Breakfast Club, Brian/Bender, NC-17. If he'd hoped that Brian would come by again before he took off for Boston, he would have been disappointed. But he'd never hope for anything that stupid. | |
| I'm Pretty Much A Big Deal | by ethrosdemon |
| Gossip Girl and Harry Potter crossover. Could there be anything more brilliant? Chuck Bass/Draco Malfoy. "The point of family is to learn from each other's mistakes." | |
| like how you are | by tiffany rawlins |
| My So-Called Life, Brian/Rickie. It turns out he's starving and Graham keeps putting more on his plate and Angela keeps smiling and trying to get her mom to eat something, maybe some dry toast. Graham looks monumentally tired and Brian makes conversation because being grown up seems to require a lot of not talking about what's going on right in front of you. | |
| Recompense | by Rave |
| Brokeback Mountain, Jack/Ennis, R. Which made a better punishment, the punch or the kiss? Riding the bull or hitting the ground? All his depthless want and his stupid love and all that going-nowhere hope. All of it hurting. All of it sin. | |