spn_cinema | FIC: Fair Game

Title: Fair Game | Foul Play
Written for:

spn_cinema
Movie Prompt: Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire
Pairing: Jensen/Jared
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 67,000+
Warnings: The improper use of the Harry Potter Universe, up until The Deathly Hallows, so at least some prior knowledge of the movies and/or books is required, but if you have a wild and crazy imagination, and can suspend your disbelief, you can probably wing it. That said, what rock have you been living under? Heh! Anyway, Jensen is only two years older than Jared here; they, and almost every other actor mentioned are from the UK for the purposes of this story. You know, like in the movies only…different, so Britishisms abound! Character death (canonical for Harry Potter characters and very minor otherwise). Hence, I should probably also warn for angst. And schmoop. Because, you know, this is me writing this.

Not-Quite-A-Summary:

This Author, upon thinking that Bertie Bott was a diabolical genius. Jensen Ackles and Jared Padalecki – and the rest of the world probably, both Muggle and Magical, given time and thoughtful reflection – would likely concur. Because life isn’t fair, is it? It’s full of foul people and foul things always mucking up your best laid plans for success and survival. And don’t even get me started on love, mate! Because suddenly you have all these, Merlin forbid, feelings, sneaking up on you when you least expect it, knocking you about and getting you addicted before love shatters you, ruining you for anyone else. But if you don’t risk life and limb for it, then what’s the use in living? Where’s the fairness in that? Quidditch, on the other hand? That’s fair (barely) because there are rules and regulations (technically) and clear winners and losers (you catch the snitch, you win; easy-peasy, right?) and one bloke doesn’t suddenly rise from the dead and try to take it all over just to win the World Bloody Cup! Voldemort; let’s just blame everything on him, the stupid foul git. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I think I’ll just help myself to another one of these beans… Blimey. Bubotuber Pus. Or perhaps, Petrol. So not fair, but I’m a glutton for this sort of punishment… Oh! Roly-Poly Pudding! Yum! Hmm. Maybe fair is what you make of it, and I s’pose that’s the moral of this story. One more for the road? Ah. Troll Bogey. Should’ve quit while I was ahead.