Unfreakingbelievably brilliant.
Fair Game | Foul Play by qblackheart
Written for:
spn_cinema
Movie Prompt: Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire
Pairing: Jensen/Jared
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 67,000
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.
Fair Game | Foul Play by qblackheart
Written for:
Movie Prompt: Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire
Pairing: Jensen/Jared
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 67,000
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.