The Sheikah Slate's transportation ability was never designed to be used so often. (But no one knew that.) [[Complete for now, may continue if the muse strikes me]]
When Clive Benson starts playing in Tim's orchestra, he doesn't think anything of it. Then he starts noticing things. Like the injuries, and the missed rehearsals, and the lack of the ability to respond to emails. It's too bad Tim never thinks of "superspy with a pseudonym" as an explanation until a little too late. (Or: the Clint-is-Phil's-cellist fic that no one asked for.)
The problem with people is that they're not like creatures. People expect you to speak quickly, move slowly, and always, always look them in the eye. People expect you to lie. To cheat. To change. Newt has never understood it, doesn't think he ever will, and that's probably why he's always felt that beasts make a little (a lot) more sense than people do. (A character study.)
In the wake of Sock Opera, Dipper is fine. He really is. No one was hurt (badly), Bill is gone, and they can all go home safe. He's fine. (He believes it, too-until he can't anymore.)
Gladstone was not a dog. Nor a cat, or a fish, or any other conventional pet. Honestly, John still wasn't sure what sort of creature Gladstone really was, but he certainly remembered thinking he'd had a bit too much to drink when he came home to find it lying on the sitting room carpet.
Hiccup knew it was his duty; knew that, as much as everything in his heart rebelled and his hands shook, he had to do this. But despite that, he never, ever expected to raise his bow, pull back the string, loose the arrow, and miss. (HUGE HTTYD2 spoilers. Read at your own risk.)
A phone is the only thing that connects them, and they're okay with that. Sometimes, though, it's just not enough. Or: The story that ended before it ever began.
There's an old couple in the cottage down the road a ways. The boys of the village love to sneak a visit; old Dr. Watson is always good for a cup of tea, and Mr. Holmes is cranky old bugger... who blows things up. And there's always the honey.
Sometimes he thinks about how easy it is to change things. Other times he wonders if the future's really changing at all. /Self-challenge fic, drabble series/
You don't mess with time, even accidentally. Harry Potter learned that the hard way. Fate has never been kind to him, and this new era he's landed in will force him to adapt, or die trying. Fortunately, he has all the time in the world... literally.
Albus' eyes twinkled at her. "Let's just call it a... social experiment, if you will." McGonagall had the foreboding feeling that this year was going to be very strange indeed. Parody, Mary Sue-bashing, proper IC-ness, etc.
He would give up everything, if only to see his little brother's smile again. After all, Al was his reason for living. Without Al, he would be nothing. If Al wasn't there... He'd go mad. Oneshot
No one knows what the future holds. But really, if the future is anything like what comes up in here, it could go anywhere. A compilation of various future fic ideas. Read to find out what may or may not be coming...
It wasn't a matter of personal pride. He had defeated Hermione—beaten her down until she couldn't even form any kind of resistance—and now he was going to pay. Harry would make sure of that. One-shot
She’d never thought of him as others had seen him; he was never the Boy-Who-Lived, saviour of the wizarding world, to her. No. To her, he was just Harry, a confused boy forced to fight his demons on his own. Char death, AU final battle, oneshot.
She never told them how much it hurt. How much it broke her heart into tiny little pieces one shard at a time. EdxWin songfic, angsty. The song is one I wrote.
DISCONTINUED due to fail. / / Ekira is a thief, living off her wits in London. But what happens when she gets set up, and is suddenly swept from her world into the world of alchemy and intrigue?