Have you ever felt afraid to look in a mirror? I have. It’s not my reflection that scares me, it’s the feeling I receive when I see my face staring horrified right back at me. I have had this phobia for so long. If only...

Trying to make mashed potatoes, Harry fails horribly and ends up covered in the lumpy food. So Charlie decides that the boy needs to get cleaned up. Taking him upstairs, the man offers Harry a method the boy can't resist.

He is my Nightmare, my Insanity, my Want. And I shall forever remain as his Whore, his Marionette, his Want. I am his plaything, his toy, his to use in any way he sees fit. And that's alright because as long as it's him, why should I care?

Spin off of Kamerreon's Drabble Challenge using my poll and other ideas - a drabble a day until my imagination starts flowing - Gen, AU, Het, and Slash.

If Harry thought Christmas Eve and Christmas Day were special, he would be pleasantly surprised when December 26th arrived. Sequel to The Effects of Mashed Potatoes

Love is precious and infinite. It can touch every corner of your life until the most mundane event – the sunlight touching the edge of a gold gilded tea cup – becomes a miracle. But love can also fade. What was once a soaring feeling in your heart can now drag it down with dread. But perhaps the worst experience is fleeting love.

It was wrong. I knew it, he knew it. But I can't stop. James, get ready to hate me. It was that summer, the summer of your son's fourteenth birthday that I realized I had fallen in love with him.

'How foolish we mortals be,' I thought fondly. 'For there is none more foolish than I.'

And maybe he is stupid. After all, he's the one rotting in a dingy, old cell in a prison located on an island in the middle of the ocean.