He's just a little tired at first. The pups wrestle and chase so rambunctiously, it's no surprise they might overdo it now and then.
But he doesn't improve. He stops eating. His breathing grows labored with illness. An enemy his parents can do little to fight.
Lyra grows cold, preparing herself for an inevitable loss she isn't ready to face. Instinct warns her to avoid sickness. So she spends the next several days rarely at the den, hunting and patrolling to keep their family safe in ways that feel less futile.
Mal stays. Even when it looks like a lost cause. He pulls their wayward son close and keeps him company through the long nights.
sometimes space piracy isn't all it's cracked up to be. sometimes you and your girl both get stabbed by bounty hunters and have to patch each other up in the medbay before either of you bleeds out
and after all that, someone still has to fix the ship :/
beneath the starry sky (ao3) - orphan_account
Albus/Gellert
T, 1k
Summary: Prompt: “Because I love you!”
Blame it on the fucking turkeys (ao3) - casasst
Draco/Harry
E, 5k
Summary: Two British wizards in New York City, an enthusiastic bartender and too much firewhiskey. Oh, and because it’s Thanksgiving, of course, fucking turkeys.
Butterbeer and Firewhiskey (ao3) - millerly
James/Lily
G, 1k
Summary: Madam Rosmerta sees James and Lily over the years, from innocent Hogsmeade days to a world torn by war and terror. She sees a young man and woman, who dared to love, to hope, to laugh, even in the face of death.
Coffee and Firewhiskey (ao3) - lydiamartinified
Hermione/Draco
M, 14k
Summary: He uses alcohol to escape the horrific images that makes sleep cruelly evasive. She drinks coffee in the middle of the night for similar reasons. Their frequent run-ins turn into something neither of them anticipated; something that will either destroy them or help them find what they have been missing. One-shot. COMPLETE.
Firewhiskey (ao3) - jostardust
E, 3k
Summary: During his time at Grimmauld Place, Sirius had become increasingly, frustratingly lonely. Of course, if the opportunity presents itself, he wouldn’t say no to some…physical contact.
OR
Charlie really wants to fuck Sirius.
Firewhiskey (ao3) - EmeraldEyedDreamer
Hermione/Draco
M, 2k
Summary: Prompt #16: Both Draco and Hermione are single and spending Christmas Eve in a pub,and some long-buried feelings come out.
Summary: When Fred thinks he hears something strange going on in the Room of Requirement, he decides to investigate. He would never have guessed what he was going to find.
Summary: Sometimes you're only brave when your inhibitions fall away.
Firewhiskey in his soul (ao3) - maelstorms
Harry/Blaise
G, 7k
Summary: AU in which Harry was sorted into Slytherin, settled in 6th year.
Blaise likes music and Harry loves to sing. What else is needed for some fluff?
Greenhouse Number Five (ao3) - kuukielkaa
Hermione/Draco
N/R, 18k
Summary: There are many parties thrown at Hogwarts. But it is good. After all, Hermione has a drug problem and Draco is addicted to firewhiskey. Everyone has to deal with post-war trauma somehow.
But every Muggle knows, it’s better not to mix drugs and alcohol. It’s a pity they forgot to tell the wizards.
Just Friends (ao3) - girlfromthebar
Hermione/Draco
E, 4k
Summary: Draco took a sip of his firewhiskey. “You wish something was going on between me and Granger. We’re just friends, Pans. I’d say the same thing about you.”
Or, the four times Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger said they were just friends, and the one time they couldn’t.
Tastes like Firewhiskey (ao3) - Bantoo
Tracey/Harry
T, 11k
Summary: Tracey is sick and tired of hearing Malfoy complain about Harry Potter. She wouldn't say she watched Harry more than anyone else but just seeing him live his life proves Draco's talking out his ass.
So what's a girl to do but play a harmless game?
She just needs a bit of Firewhiskey.
The Dangers of Firewhiskey (ao3) - myroaringtwenties
Cornelius/Charlie
E, 7k
Summary: The smile, now that was the thing that did Charlie Weasley in. It was soft revealing a straight, white smile beneath pale pink lips. Charlie unconsciously licked his bottom lip. He hadn’t had a good shag in months. Being in England was meant to be a bit of a vacation after all. Besides, who needed sleep? The burns he got on his shoulder from Lucy earlier would keep him up anyhow.
“How are you, love?” Charlie asked, finishing his cigarette and stamping it out with the ball of his foot. He leaned one shoulder against the pub making sure to show off a bit of midriff if he could help it. The dim lighting made picking out the man’s finer features impossible, but Charlie was drunk enough that it hardly mattered.
The Pub (ao3) - TreacleTart
T, 2k
Summary: Hannah Abbott has never owned a pub before, but when Madame Rosmerta is the victim of an untimely death, she finally has her chance.
Severus Snape lives and is hiding in a muggle area where he owns his own bar.
"Hello there," he replies in that dulcet voice that sends tingles down your spine and gooseflesh up your arms. He turns and saunters over to the bar-he moves like a panther -and folds his arms, leaning in with a challenge in the tilt of his head. "So...what's your pleasure tonight?" His irises glitter like polished onyx in the low light; the word "pleasure" is emphasized enough to dry your mouth out.
"I thought we agreed last week," you answer, quirking a brow. "Just like our first night I don't want to walk properly after tonight. Think you can make that happen?" You try to emote enough seduction into your wording to get the point through. It seems to have worked, because Severus' jaw tightens, his graceful, veiny hands flex a little on the marble bar top and those dark, flashing eyes drop from glitter to smolder. A flash of pink as his tongue swipes across his bottom lip. "What kind of man would I be if I couldn't oblige the most simple request?" he purrs back. You have to forcibly stifle a shudder as he does a very obvious sweep of your body with his eyes before turning back to make your first drink of the night.
Made a rushed piece of Sev based on the fic The Potions Room .
Ron is the biggest Hinny shipper, and I stand by it.
Prompt #15 of @hinnyfest: "Who says we can't get married now?"
Also on ff.net and AO3
"I would bloody destroy you!" Ron shouted.
All three of them were heavily drunk. It was Percy's engagement party, and Harry, Ginny, and Ron couldn't bear Percy shouting one more time at them because the flower vases weren't exactly at the centre of the table or something like that. Also, the songs were dreadful.
"Oh, yeah? I would crush you to pieces!" Ginny countered.
Hermione left early with her parents. And now, the three of them were at the Burrow's dinner table.
"No fucking way!"
Ginny and Ron were arguing. About what, Harry had long forgotten.
"I'll beat you so bloody bad that you won't get out of bed for days!"
Harry downed the rest of the firewhiskey and slammed the bottle down on the table, startling both of them.
"Ask Harry!" Ginny told Ron.
Ron nodded vigorously and asked, "So, who do you reckon, Harry?"
Harry rubbed the back of his neck, not knowing how to tell them he wasn't following their shouting match.
Ginny saw his confused look and explained in a far sweeter tone than she used on Ron, "Ron and I are arguing about who knows you better. Tell him that it's me, Harry." She looked at him expectantly with heavy-lidded eyes.
"Like hell it is!" Ron slammed a fist on the table, looking at Harry. "He's my best friend!"
"And he's my fiancé!"
Harry was sure they knew him almost the same amount, though Ginny might have an edge.
"Ok, how old was he when he first had ice cream?" Ron asked, looking at Ginny with determination.
Ginny's expression matched her brother's. "Seven. You have to be better than that, Ron."
Chocolate, he thought fondly. Charles from school was always friendly to him. On his birthday, Charles’ parents brought ice cream to school, and Charles distributed it to the whole class. He remembered to give him his ice cream away from Dudley.
"What was the first thing Tonks got Harry?" She smirked, knowing that Ron wouldn't know this.
Ron smirked back, and Ginny's smile faltered. She thought he wouldn't know this. "A toy Hippogriff. Harry was three months old."
Sirius told him this. He was surprised that Tonks knew him as a baby.
Ginny's jaw dropped. "How the fuck do you know?"
"Sirius told Harry. Harry told me. What did Harry call it?"
"Giff!" She shouted back at him, frustrated.
She didn't have to think about her next question. "What does Harry think about those horrid orange posters in your bedroom?"
"He thinks they're hideous." Harry turned to Ron to try to deny it, even though he knew it was spot on.
Ron shook his head at him and said, "You're just too good to say so."
Harry relaxed back in his chair now that it was settled.
"When will Harry be made Deputy Head Auror?" Ron leaned back in his chair too. This was classified.
Ginny grinned proudly at Harry. "The first of September."
"Harry!" Ron turned on him. "That's classified!"
"Not to Ginny, it isn't," he smiled.
"It's your fault," Ron accused her playfully.
"I hate you too, Ron."
Ginny took a sip and asked, "When are we getting married?"
"December 18th."
"Nuh-uh," Ginny wagged a finger. "16th."
Harry looked at Ron apologetically. "We wanted two more days for the honeymoon. We haven't told anyone yet."
Ron grumbled that he was mad that his sister and his best friend didn't tell him, the person who was the most excited about their wedding.
"Who says we can't get married now?" He heard Harry telling Ginny.
"Yes!" He beamed.
"You just want me to be wrong," she accused.
"No," he frowned. "It's not because of that. I know you two wanted to get married since before you started dating - "
"Exaggeration," Harry and Ginny said at the same time.
He waved them off, and barrelled on, "Besides, I know you're frustrated with all the wedding planning. I'll be your witness." He reached for both of their hands and held them in his.
"That's an idea," Ginny said, after a moment.
Before their drunk selves could actually get up to go to an official, they heard Molly calling for them.
They quickly shot up, and Harry reached for the hangover potions in his pockets, Ginny charmed away the smell and cleaned the table, and Ron disposed of the bottles, and both he and Harry moved around the room to get rid of any other evidence of them drinking. Ginny moved towards one of the cupboards to make a show of searching for the cutlery that her mother had sent them for in the first place.
They did this so swiftly and in tandem that, to an onlooker, they had been practising this for years.
As Molly started scolding them for not being fast enough, Harry and Ginny thought that maybe Ron was onto something.
The man smiled at him from across the bar, glass raised in a toast. Dean smiled, taking a sip of his Firewhiskey on the rocks. The man walked over and took a seat next to him.
"You must be a broom because you just swept me off my feet."
That was so cheesy Dean couldn't help but snort. The man smiled, undeterred. "Can I buy you a drink?"
"Already have one." He tilted his tumbler.
"Another one, then. On me." He signalled to the bartender, who started preparing their drinks.
"So do you have a name or can I just call you mine?" The man said as the bartender slammed the drinks on the counter.
"Is this guy bothering you?" she asked, eyeing him suspiciously.
"No," Dean laughed, looking fondly at Seamus. "This dolt is my husband."
