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The Cadence of Part-time Poets (traduction) by sxsooo_0
Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
14 May 2025
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"Ils sont... Chaotiques," dit Remus fermement, "et le chaos c'est-"
"Rock and Roll."
Il regarda Sirius d'un air déterminé, et, pour une fois lui retourna son sourire. "Ouai."
"Peut etre que c'es ça mon excuse alors," dit Sirius. "Je cause le chaos partout, et peut etre qu'un jour, je deviendrais Rock and Roll."Après la perte de sa mère à 11 ans, Remus a passé la plus grande partie des quatre dernières années à jongler d'écoles en écoles ou à courir dans les rues de Londres, prétendant de ne pas être le genre de garçon bien élevé que son père voudrait qu'il soit. Maintenant que toutes ses chances sont gâchées, Remus est envoyé à l'Ecole Indépendante d'Hawkings, une dernière chance pour lui de rattraper ses erreurs passées. Il rencontre là bas, les personnes qui définiront le reste de son existence et est forcé de se confronter aux souvenirs de son passé qu'il croyait enfouis depuis bien longtemps.
(Ceci est une traduction française de la fiction The Cadence of Part-time Poets écrite par motswolo).
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He knows you’ve held a special kind of hatred for him ever since he tried to drown your brother. Ao’nung knows you’ve never forgiven him, even though almost ten years have passed.
And frankly, Ao’nung doesn’t give a damn.
He’s about to become the leader of his clan and he needs a mate. Eywa seems to be on his side after it’s decided that to keep a show of unity between your clans, an arranged marriage will take place.
Eywa bless him, he’s going to win over his little forest dweller one way or another.
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He’s been gone for ten years. But ten years doesn’t erase the promise of a future that’s his. Ten years doesn’t get rid of the memories of the girl he left behind, the one who was always meant to be his.
Eywa predestined them to be mates, once Neteyam was ready to take on his role as Olo'eyktan. Upon his return he is ready to step into the role he has always known would be his.
If only his sevin little future mate wouldn’t remain so stubborn.
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Through Darkness We Rise by seritha for Starr_Ent_CEO
Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
21 Feb 2026
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Hermione Granger’s world was destroyed and rebuilt all in the span of twenty-four hours. All because of one decision.
How will it shape her future?
Who can you trust when it feels like everyone is turning their back on you?
At what point do you walk away?
Hermione isn’t sure what or who will survive the upcoming war, but she knows one thing for sure, she isn’t alone and never would be again.
Sometimes family is what you make it, and betrayal comes in many forms.
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Neil's been on his feet for the last thirty-six hours. His leg is aching, his interns are all idiots, his charge nurse thinks he should've gone home hours ago, but Neil can't bring himself to leave the knowing chaos of the ER.
He tells himself he'll see one more patient. One more, then he'll clock out.
Except, Neil's last patient of the day turns out to be a professional exy player, who's just punched another doctor, might be hiding some knives, and seems determined to notice everything Neil is trying to hide.
And, well - maybe Neil doesn't want to hide from one Andrew Minyard.
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Neil is an emergency physician and Andrew is a pro exy player who keeps finding himself in Neil's ER. Oblivious flirting ensues.
Kevin's there too. Just...being Kevin.
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Babe, Are You Getting What I'm Sending Your Way? by P234age
Fandoms: All For The Game - Nora Sakavic
30 Dec 2025
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"So far, Andrew’s heard the song on piano, cello, acoustic guitar, a goddamn bassoon, and even whistled across the crowded dining hall yesterday - which made Andrew immediately stand and search for the culprit, but to no such luck.
This thing isn’t original. It belongs to something. Someone wrote it, put it out into the world, and Andrew missed it.
Two weeks of this. Two weeks of hearing the same lyric-less melody echo through rehearsal rooms, courtyards, open windows. Two weeks of his perfect memory turning up nothing. No title. No composer. No words to match that achingly melancholy, and yet smiling beat.
It’s taunting him.
Andrew has been cursed, and he is going to find out by what song if it’s the last thing he does.
And no, that is not overdramatic. It’s just a fact."