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The Boy With No Name by InTheMix
Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling, Twilight Series - Stephenie Meyer
29 Nov 2013
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"I met him up in Delaware in 1937. He was wearing an emerald sweater to match his pretty eyes. December 24th at a quater to eleven is when I finally gained the courage to ask him to dance." Jasper never caught his name when they parted but he never forgot.
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09 May 2026
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Absolutamente perfecto y hermoso y oh dioses, me marcó para siempre
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Searching For Something You Can't Reach by enoby_w
Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling, Marvel Cinematic Universe
03 May 2023
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Harry Potter has a ghost in his head. It speaks in Russian, goes silent for weeks at a time and he has no idea how it got there. He’s going to try and talk to it. It is, after all, his ghost. And now more than ever he could use a friend.
The Winter Soldier has a ghost in his head. It speaks in English, never shuts up and he has no idea how it got there. He doesn’t mind the ghost. It is, after all, his ghost. And it wants to know how to hotwire a car.
“You know what, what do I know? I’m just a guy with a gun and a ghost in my head.”
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The Last Stance by ILikePieTooDean
Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling, Avatar: The Last Airbender
02 Aug 2022
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Zuko was eight when he first met a dragon. Little did he know that day would forever haunt him, making him question everything he knew about his honour and his family legacy.
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Remedium n (genitive remediī or remedī) Latin: a cure, remedy
Harry Potter, an empath in his intern year of residency at St Mungo's, is battling his own struggles when he meets distinguished Healer: Special Consultant Tom Riddle. He is taken under Riddle’s wing as they research the cure for a novel disease, but as they push the boundaries of healing, they must also learn to tread the boundaries between each other.He wore different coloured robes than other Healers—deep plum, the colour of a darkening bruise—and high-collared, silver buttons fastened to the neckline. His skin was alabaster, smooth and unyielding like marble. Once Harry met Riddle’s eyes, the shock at finding the man staring right back at him promptly sucked all the air out of the room. Riddle peered at him in appraisal, his gaze sweeping from the mess of black curls on his head to the balls of his trainers beneath the hem of his robes. Feeling like an exposed nerve under his perusal, Harry did his best to stand still for the entirety of it. Riddle’s gaze was transient and clinical, but it felt ceaseless in its duration, and despite himself, Harry felt a flush rise from the column of his throat to fan along his cheeks.