Regulus has a cold, and James's only real guide for how to take care of someone starts and ends with chicken soup.
James picks the losing side of the war, and falls on the battlefield. The fae sweep him up and take him home, intent on keeping him captive, but one among them has doubts. And hopes. And a little bit of love to give.
Shouta probably hates him right now. But if he wants to complain about Hisashi's singing, he's going to have to get out of bed to do so.
Erised Circus is open for business. James promises that if he goes, he'll come home again. It's not a promise he's sure he can keep, but he's going to try. For his friends, for his family, he's going to try. And for Regulus, who would never forgive James if he got lost trying to find him.
James wakes to find the bed empty again.
Twelve days of Christmas, with Regulus and James.
Kazuha plays a sweet song for Gorou.
Regulus is intimately familiar with death, having crawled away from its clutches once upon a time, and when James is captured by a Siren with a haunting voice and a melodic smile, Regulus is determined not to let James suffer the same fate.
Kingsley wasn't built like the rest of the underworld folk. His heart beat precisely as it should, and his lungs worked efficiently, and his eyes were warm and bright. He was gloriously, painfully alive. Harry couldn't help loving him. Despite their differences, and despite the danger involved in mixing their two worlds, Harry loved him, and Kingsley refused to go.
Harry heads to a comfortable little record store to buy Christmas presents, and gently embarrasses himself in front of the handsome man behind the counter.
Scorpius is in a bad mood, Lily doesn't really mind being compared to a Viking, James is the worst gift-giver ever, and the jury's out on whether Albus might actually get to eat his dinner at some point.
Midoriya bumps into Shinsou at the airport. Three in the morning is as good a time as any to drink coffee and misunderstand each other.
Harry moves into a small town. Kingsley decides to bring his new neighbour some strawberries.
There were rumours of a way to bring the dead back to life. Harry knew better. But that didn't stop him from following the rumours halfway around the world.
It's probably not a smart idea to get caught making out with your best mate's younger brother at your best mate's wedding. Not even if you've been crushing on them for a while. But nobody ever said James was smart.
When the sun first fell and the sandstorm rolled in, the days were dark and dim. No power, no natural light, no anything really; it didn't lend for a cheery atmosphere. People survived off scraps and tinned food. It was surprising how long you could make a tin of soup last. The Greenhouses were the first thing they turned their attention to, and Harry was glad for it every day.
Kingsley stumbles upon a seemingly abandoned shrine in the woods and steps inside out of the rain. There, he meets Harry, and the story begins.
"I'd like permission to take one of the First Years into Diagon Alley," Harry says, and really, Professor McGonagall should be used to him by now. She doesn't need to sigh like that.
An argument between doctors, and the promise of an apology.
Ginny has always been a determined girl. If she wants to stand on a stool in the kitchen and play the harmonica for her parents, then that's what she's going to do.