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In the end, she has to hand it to him— he'd always been an expert in taking her by surprise, and it would appear that he's chosen not to shake the habit even in death.
"Rey Skywalker?" There's a vaguely sardonic twist to the corner of his mouth. "Does that make you my cousin now?"
"It seemed like a fitting tribute," she says in wooden tones. Be it dream or vision, she might as well play along— draw this out until reality comes crashing back. Who knows when he'll come to her again as solid and as vibrant as this?
"I see." Suddenly he's leaning into her, their faces so close together. "Tell me," he murmurs, his lips almost brushing against hers, "have you ever heard of the term kissing cousins?"
She registers the smell of alcohol on his breath at the same time that his eyes flutter shut and he slumps face-down into her lap, snoring softly. You're alive, is all she can think at first, staring down at his head of lush black hair.
Ben Solo is alive.
Alive and very, very drunk.
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30 Dec 2025
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Severus grunted, annoyed just on principle. It wasn’t that he was being inconvenienced – not at all, really, but it still bothered him when the headmistress had Potter over. It wasn’t even him – he hated all reminders of the past, the war, the before.
All of them. His left forearm twinged and he hissed in annoyance. Potter. His arm always hurt when he thought about the brat – though he was near thirty now, he could admit without too much care. What that meant for his own age – well, he wasn’t fifty yet, and that was good enough for him.
A rap on the door had him jumping from his armchair, the hairs on his arms standing up in instinctive caution. Not fear – it wasn’t bad enough for that, but he could sense that whatever was on the other side of his door wasn’t quite right.
Wand drawn, he placed down his whiskey glass and stepped over towards the door. There was no evil or dark magic being cast – yet still, there was something out there. He cautiously opened the door – and came face to face with a familiar if terribly unwelcome smile and bright green eyes.
“Good evening, Professor. May I come in?” Potter asked, smiling.
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Can I just call in sick or something?”
Hermione chuckled into her tea. “Call in sick from a binding magical contract? I don’t think so, Harry.”
He wheezed. “A what?”
“Ohh dear.” She said awkwardly. “Well, you’ve agreed to, erm, a magical ceremony. Of sorts. It, it reads your magical signature and determines a list of eligible witches that are best matched to you.”
His stomach sank with every word she said. “And then I, what, have to marry them?”
“Oh no no, don’t worry, not that. But you do have to, erm, date them. The one you choose, from the list.”
"The list. Right."
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Know Your Own Happiness by serenityabrin for peskyjellyfish
Fandoms: Sense and Sensibility (1995)
18 Dec 2018
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Brandon approaches Elinor with a surprising revelation.
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09 Oct 2025
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An Unexpected Attachment by umbrafix
Fandoms: Sense and Sensibility - Jane Austen, AUSTEN Jane - Works, Sense and Sensibility - All Media Types
22 Jan 2020
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While Marianne was ill at Cleveland, Colonel Brandon was everything that was kind and attentive to Elinor.
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