Flutterings

Wizards and fighters, will they ever get along?

Yes. Yes, they will. Shippily.

At least one of the sprogs shares Lucien's love of sartorial finery.

They couldn’t have got this far if Archie wasn’t so good at breathing.

The oddest thing about Lew Blaidd is how he somehow ends up naked in Animal Control’s holding pen for its biggest canines once a month.

Hedge can’t believe he’s spending this much time on the fucking centerpieces.

Ten years after "Five for Heaven": Esther wants her children to see more of the world.

jennirach

"Will I have to study a lot?"

"You'll have to take instruction." David looked stunned. Amanda could have that effect when she'd made up her mind about things. "If you're sure you want to, once we've talked properly about what it means for you. Which we are going to do first," he added, with decision. Guy wished him luck.

-- Band Sinister, chapter 12

“It's been years since we fucked,” David stated. “With reason.”

“How closed is that door?” Corvin asked.

“You’ll have to ask Amanda.” David’s fingers began moving in Corvin’s hair again. “She may well fling it open.”

beautifulduckweed

Ivan, the most accomplished hot sauerkraut wrestler the world had ever known, returns to the strange land of Never to foil the evil plans of the Sorcerer who resides there—only to have his own plans foiled by the unexpected appearance of four strange men.

A flash of light accompanied by a loud boom shattered the tranquility of the night. Ivan covered his head and fell to his knees, then looked in the direction of the sound.

Not five feet away from him stood four men, all shouting at each other.

“Corvin, why the devil did you step through when I bloody well told you not to—”

“Look, how do you expect us to learn more about that strange hole in the air without—”

“Where the devil are we? Corvin, you cursed maggotbrain—”

“Oh good lord, is that a wolf?”

[Past history, you may ask? Sadly, the archive with pixychelle's 2006 eggplant!Snape / carrot!Lupin smut is no longer extant, from what I can tell, but there have been some fine fun times indeed...]

The present-day Jack and Knave is a cosy hang where Amanda Frisby can be found with a notebook on many an evening, working on her sequels to The Secret of Darkdown. Her day job is at a government agency, reporting to a middle-aged security maven named Bill Merton...

June 1932

Kim writes to Phoebe.

“It’s David Blaize’s fault,” Kim grimly said, his eyes on Will. “The foreman’s brother owns this pub, so that’s why they practice in front of it.”

“But, O Lord, how I love my friends: isn’t that enough for a chap till he falls in love in the regular way? If I’d got to kiss somebody I’d kiss one of them.” —David Blaize of King’s

Figuring out what things mean can take a while. So does getting (through) to Frank.