Okay, so normally how this post-series works is I tell you all about a fanfiction story I'm recommending this week.
That's how this post-series normally works? Right?
Welp, that's not how this particular post is going to go.
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'“You keep writing books about Harry!”
Every rational thought left Draco as dread filled his stomach. There was no way that Weasley had figured it out.'
'“Ruby was dangerous and it got complicated and that is just the way it was.” Exploded Fitz, trying so desperately to keep calm but feeling his control slipping away. “So I’m sorry if it doesn’t fit with-” Fitz took a breath as his voice thickened and broke, begging for tears not to fall out of frustration, “whatever narrative that you’ve built for yourself.”'
'"What did they do to you?" he whispered. "What have you done to yourself?" he added without thinking. Words tumbling out of his mouth like the thoughts that used to tangle in his mind. "What did I do?"'
'As always, it was completely Potter’s fault. How was Draco’s brain supposed to work properly, given these circumstances?'
'“I, er, can I try some?” Theon finally asks some twenty minutes after they come in, interrupting their chatter.
“Sure. There’s the changing room, knock yourself out.”
Theon disappears inside it with a stack of things.
“Well,” Mance says, his tone of voice suddenly dropping lower, “whatever happened to him sure as hell wasn’t a walk in the park.”'
'“Alright kiddie, time for you to open your eyes… you’re really starting to freak me out.” he tapped Peters cheek lightly. “C’mon lets see those brown eyes, I know you got them.”
After another minute of face tapping and Tony hyperventilating, Peter opened his bloodshot, unfocused eyes, and gazed blearily up at his mentor.'
'The tall Death Eater was wearing a shirt that said, 'Hermione Has Forgotten How To Dance,' so Hermione dipped his face in mud.'
'Bucky went town to town, dance hall to dance hall, picking up women despite his dull dancing shoes. His smile made up for it. He took Steve to the local ones, but he always danced away into the crowd. Bucky loved to dance.
Loved.
Back then Bucky loved a lot of things.'
'"I always have to wonder about it, you know?" Loki whispers one night as they're eating take out and watching a television program.
Tony looks up from his food, "Wonder about what?" he frowns.
"Yeah." Loki nods, but doesn't continue talking.'
'This was the perfect opportunity to come out. These were the people who deserved to know, if anyone did... But what if? Part of him whispered. What if they don’t accept you? What if everything goes wrong?'
'Ava stops and stares. There is Sara Lance, trained assassin and former vigilante, face down on her desk drooling. When Sara snorts and a little drool bubble forms at the corner of her mouth, Ava has to slap her hand over her mouth to keep from laughing out loud.'
'(Don’t worry, if you were, which you weren’t. He’s fine; some poor kid found him in a ditch, pretending to be a dead body in the name of science.)'
'They began to acknowledge one another in the halls, not in a way that anybody else took any degree of notice to, but as their silence slowly became louder to one another they spoke in hushed whispers in empty corridors and alcoves and in the back of the library.'
"Nah." Peter is holding Ned's ankles, and every time Coach Jones walks by Ned does a half hearted push-up. "He gave me peanuts and told me he wasn't dead? I think he's lonely."
'Tony wasn’t sure who’d be unhappier: the team when they found out he was sleeping with their resident mildly evil demigod, or Loki when he found out that Tony would be late for their dinner date on account of being buried alive.'