JulieLHayes

@Headstall Thanks! Fanfiction is fun to write too, especially if you're passionate about your characters. Thanks for stopping by! @Valkyrie I think if you read it, you'll understand the title

The three boys quickly reappear in Hogsmeade once more. Hard to believe that only a couple of hours have passed since they embarked upon their strange odyssey, for it feels much longer to them. Practically a lifetime. In their absence, life has gone on as usual, naturally. Hogwarts students are laughing and chattering all about them, taking advantage of this opportunity to explore the environs of the wizarding village, while getting a school holiday at the same time, unmindful that anything unto

Marshall was sorry the cruise was ending, but he was glad to be getting home again. They got their luggage and disembarked, and met up with Denver and Dustin at the car. They stowed all their bags in the trunk then headed out to get breakfast. Marshall couldn’t help but give a last lingering look at the Wandering Star, staring at the ship until it was lost from view. So many happy memories… such a great time. Everybody was in good spirits as they devoured plates of steak and eggs, al

TITLE: More Nocturnal Emissions AUTHOR: Lady Sirius PAIRING: RL/SB RATING: NC17 FEEDBACK: shelley_runyon@yahoo.com DISCLAIMER: Of course all rights to Harry Potter belong to JK Rowling - I only wish that Sirius and Remus were mine, other than in my heart! DEDICATION: To my glorious, talented, wondrous and everlastingly sexy inspiration - Gary Oldman - and to all those fans who enjoyed

“I think we should tell Roy first,” Lee said once they’d gotten their fill of the hot tub and gone back inside their cabin. “I think he deserves to know before anyone else, what do you think?” They’d dried themselves off with the generous towels the cruise line provided and sat together on the bed, sipping more Prosecco. “I think you’re right,” Marshall agreed. Lee reached for his hand and squeezed it. “No time like the present. Assuming we can get a signal.”

I woke the next morning with a feeling of jubilation which just would not stop. We did it, we did it, my heart kept singing. We really did it! I would have been happier had Remus been there in the dorm to celebrate with, but he wasn’t. Rather, he was in the infirmary. No, nothing was wrong, that was standard operating procedure for the day after the full moon. Poor Remus often ended up with scratches and wounds and such that needed tending. Discreetly, of course. And always accompanied by a cov

Exactly! And no one will question it since they have the same last name anyway!

Alexander Hamilton is desperate to get his financial plan through Congress. What will he be willing to do to ensure that happens?

“Hamilton, what the devil are you doing here? And why do you resemble something the cat retched up?” Startled from his introspective reverie, Alexander Hamilton, Secretary of the Treasury and President Washington’s right-hand man, glanced up in dismay at the smirking redhead who was largely responsible for his perturbation. Thomas Jefferson. Secretary of State. Long-time foe and political rival. A man he’d never seen eye to eye with, never agreed with, not once since the beginning o

Either knock him unconscious or maybe have something blur his vision. Have him trampled by a herd of Girl Scouts lol

I'm enjoying this story, watching their relationship grow. I can't wait to see the Colonel's reaction when he realizes who Liberty is.

Marshall was sure he could not have heard Lee correctly. Marry him? How? They both knew their union would never be permitted by any government anywhere. Attempting to take out a marriage license would probably only get them both in trouble. Marshall might wish it to be otherwise—with all his heart, he wanted to be out and proud with Lee—but he knew that could never be. Could it? His heart was pounding, and for a moment, he couldn’t speak, too choked up for wor

Sirius' head is reeling from this unexpected turn of events, but let me rush to assure you it is not through any prepubescent desire for the boy whose lips are pressed so tightly against his, it is complete and utter surprise that has him so very hornswoggled, and at a complete loss for words. Which is probably for the best as anything he might choose to say at this moment would be rather inappropriate and would probably compromise the facade which they are attempting to maintain in this place,

Where there is a will, there is a way!

When they returned to their room, Lee called Room Service and ordered a bottle of Prosecco. “Want anything to eat with that?” he asked Marshall. Marshall considered for a moment. He wasn’t really hungry now, but he might be later. “Maybe some of that lava cake we had before?” Something sweet would hit the spot after making love. “Sounds good to me.” Lee relayed the order, then hung up. “What’s Prosecco?” Marshall asked. “It’s like champ