#✹ magic comes from what is inside you. it is a part of you 〈 hp ; 001 〉

[star-dust-stuf]

Theseus/Newt Scamander x fem!reader

title: makes you wanna lose your mind

warnings: descriptions of torture, angst

a/n: so basically this is like a throw off from hp part 1. it's super dramatic, it's romantic too. I just loved the entire setting of part 1 so I wanted it with Theseus and Newt also dumbledore is the readers father. sorry for typos.

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It was very cold outside of the tent and I didn't know why Theseus would want to be out there at all, his nose was red, and his cheeks were too. I walked behind him as his hands rested in his warm pockets and his shoes where soaking in the snow.

"It's cold." I say, standing next to him, he was a lot taller than me.

He looked down at me and sighs. "It's refreshing."

"You're not still fighting with Newt, are you. I know it's hard being with each other for so long, you're not used to it."

Theseus chuckles and looked to his shoes, "he's my baby brother, of course I'm not still mad at him. But maybe we should go back in the tent, yeah?"

I nod a little, he gently led me back. Of course, the tent was bigger on the inside, my father gave me undetectable magic, knowing what kind of danger we'd be in. Newt didn't have his case with him, Dumbledore kept it in case anything bad is to happen.

Newts coat was off, he took off his tie and looked at the both of us. "I think we should rest. We can't stay here forever, or the Death Eaters will catch up to us."

Theseus looked at me before nodding and headed to one of the beds. I couldn't shake a bad feeling, like I needed to go back outside the tent. "What is it?" Newt asks.

"I don't know, somethings wrong." I reply, I wasn't lying, and they both knew that.

They both withdrew their wands and headed outside the tent where I followed too, my wand at my side. It wasn't too dark, the moon reflecting off the snow made the woods really bright, bright enough for us to see.

"Revelio..." Newt muttered, his wand lit up gently with a soft glow.

Theseus saw as the three Death Eaters appeared. All in black and masked, tall and left a trail of emptiness in their presence.

I tried to perform a protective spell as so did Newt and Theseus, but the Death Eaters were quick to act. Our wands flew out of our hands, and with another flick of their wands we all fell to the floor in the cold snow.

The Death Eaters all retrained us as another figure walked towards us, his blonde hair became more visible, his blue eyes glimmers in the little light. He stood over us... It was Abraxas Malfoy. He smiled slightly.

"You know what to do, come don't waste time."

The Death Eaters Apparated us, to where the snow wasn't as heavy, and the sky was gray, there was a large black gate and a larger manor behind it. It was black, and Abraxas led us inside, his smile mainly on me.

Newt was looking all around him, he didn't know what to do, nor did Theseus when Abraxas used a spell to keep me on the floor.

Theseus and Newt were hand bound by the chains the Death Eaters put on them. Abraxas Malfoy looked down at me, in the middle of the floor in ahis Manor. He was talking. His wand pointing to me as he glanced at Newt and Theseus.

"Oh dear, oh dear. She's so very beautiful, isn't she?" Abraxas spoke deeply.

Theseus struggled against the chains, "don't touch her!"

Abraxas smiled at him. "Now don't you think you can tell me exactly what to do?"

Newt was just as angry, but he was nervous. His voice shook. "She's innocent, she didn't break into your vault. She-."

Abraxas cut him off. "Ohh. But she did. And I know this because when I knew you three where after me, I took precaution. You were looking for the pendant necklace, and you found it didn't you?"

Abraxas moved the hair from my face with his wand as he crouched over me. His voice was soft as he looked down at me. Tears running down the sides of my temples, the black floor illuminated the moonlight from the windows. Abraxas looked down at me and smiled. "We must learn to not steal."

Theseus struggled, he grunted. "Stop!" Abraxas ignored him, he held his wand more firmly at me. Theseus yelled, "NO!"

Newt shouted after him. "No please don't hurt her... don't hurt her!"

Abraxas casted a dirty spell, "please-!" I gasped and screamed as his wand illuminated a soft green glow.

Theseus couldn't help but continue to struggle, couldn't bear to hear it. I struggled against the spell, and I continued to scream. Newt was trying to stay calm as Piget was slowly picking the cuffs chains lock.

Abraxas smirked. "You're a lying witch that deserves to know what you are!"

He continues, the noise loudly echoed all along his manor, Theseus was watching the entire thing unfold as the spell continues to cause pain to my body, my insides burning.

Theseus wanted to do something, he felt useless watching me. Abraxas stopped the spell, he looked towards Theseus. Theseus saw the sadness and pain on my face which made his twist in anger. Abraxas grabbed his jaw causing him to grunt. "Who will save her now?"

Newts chains fell to the black wooden floor. He snatched his wand from the Death Eater and casted a spell to push the two of them back. He did another to unlock his brother's bounded hands and readied his wand against Abraxas.

Theseus and Newt fought against Abraxas and the Death Eaters that entered the room. Theseus wanted to get to me before anyone else could hurt me further. Newt shouted. "YOUR TIE- ITS A PORTKEY!"

Theseus pulled me up, waving his wand over and over till he reached Newt who grabbed his tie and we apparated from the manor. We landed in Hogsmeade where Albus, my father was staying.

Albus knew something was wrong and rushed to our aid as Theseus and Newt supported my weak body. "Aberforth, get hot water!"

His brother ran behind the counter. Albus lied me down gently Newt and Theseus standing above me, Theseus' hands were dirty from getting on the floor to rescue me, some black dust covered his cheeks and his neck, his eyes wet and red.

Aberforth got a bowl of hot water and a cloth, Albus soaked and rung it out before wiping my forehead. "I know she's been in a deep amount of pain."

Newt spoke, shaken up. "Abraxas- used the cruciatus curse on her."

Albus looked at me, sighing. He rubbed my forehead gently. "She'll be alright."

Theseus held my hand slowly. "Why her? She wasn't the one to get into his vault, to steal the pendant."

Albus spoke, "yes, but she's the one who had it in her pocket. She kept it there and he knew that."

I cried loudly as my father wiped my forehead again, my body consorted in pain. Albus gently shooshed me as Theseus pet my hair gently to keep me calm. Newt spoke. "The pain will fade soon enough."

Albus sighed and stood, looking at Newt. "I told you whatever you do, do not get caught and you did exactly what i told you not to. I told you to go to his vault." Newt looked to me and back at Albus. "You put my daughter in danger."

Theseus stood up, "it was my fault, I told her to hold onto it. That it would be safer with her."

Newt spoke, "w-we can leave her here with you-."

Albus shook his head, wiping his hands with a dry cloth. "No, it's crucial you bring her. You two are... Vincible without her" Newt looked at me before looking back at Albus. "Shes exhausted and you two are as well. My brother will take you to a room, I'll get her to a room and stay with her-."

Theseus cut him off. "I can sit with her."

Albus smiles slightly, "alright. Now if you are to require anything, my brother is here."

Newt watched as Albus gave me a gentle kiss on my forehead before leaving. His brother Aberforth gently picked me up, and up the stairs. He got me to a room and lied me in a bed before covering my body with the blanket. Theseus sat in the chair next to me and stayed.

Once Aberforth left, Newt came in, the only light was the fireplace going in the room. "She'll be fine, Theseus."

Theseus nods a little, smiling, relived I made it back. "She didn't deserve what we got ourselves into. She didn't deserve to endure that pain."

Newt looked at me, sleeping in the bed, my eyes puffy from crying. "She's strong, and I think you need to give her credit for that."

Theseus watched me calmly, not planning on leaving my side. Newt smiled a little before leaving the room and closing the door. The next morning, I woke up, Theseus who was half asleep on the chair beside the bed did as well.

"You're alright." He tried comfort me; he leaned forward and rubbed my back.

"My stomach-."

He sighs. "I'll get Newt to help with the pain." He gently put his hand on the side of my face. "It's going to be okay."

I nodded a little. After some time, I found strength to get up and go down the stairs, my uncle Aberforth was braiding my long hair gently, as Newt took care of the pain I felt in my body. There was some snow outside, Hogsmeade was always so beautiful during winter, and I forgot all about it.

Theseus was talking with Albus. "If you take her back out there, I'll be sending you three with undetectable magic. The Ministry won't see it being used."

Theseus nods slowly, he looked at Newt doing magic on my arm. Theseus looked at Albus, "I'll keep your daughter safe. I promise."

Albus smiles softly, "she's strong. But not without the two of you."

Newt looked at Albus and smiled slightly. My uncle finished braiding my hair his hands were far gentler than his face. Albus helped me stand up and he cupped my face, "if you ever need me... I'll be there."

Albus looked at Newt, "oh. And one more thing." With the flick of his wand Newts case appears in his own hand.

Newt smiles slightly, "thank you."

Albus smiles. "Use those creatures to your advantage." I hugged my uncle; I was going to miss him as much as my father. And then I walked to Theseus and Newt, they both saw how tired I was. "And use that portkey, only if needed. Now the Death Eaters know that you three are still alive. And they won't stop till your dead."

[hollowed-theory-hall]

hi! 😊

i wanna ask about the Death Master and Necromancer. there popular trope in fics where it's almost the same due to Harry' power. i personally don't like it bc of my interpretation of death in hp world... but what fo you think about it? are there differences and similarities between MoDs and Necromancers?

Hi!

Thanks for the ask as I love talking about my version of magical theory in the HP world!

So, I kinda mentioned it in my two other posts regarding the MOD, the Deathly Hallows, and the Peverells (here and here) but I don't think true necromancy exists in the world of Harry Potter.

Like, I think it's pretty telling that the most advanced form of "necromancy" we know of is creating Inferi. Inferi are just the dead bodies made to move as if alive, but they're not actually alive, they do not have a soul and I'd go on a limb and say most of them aren't properly embedded with human equivalent life, so even if you had their soul it wouldn't do shit.

But, from what we know from Nearly Headless Nick:

“He will not come back,” repeated Nick quietly. “He will have . . . gone on.” “What d’you mean, ‘gone on’?” said Harry quickly. “Gone on where? Listen — what happens when you die, anyway? Where do you go? Why doesn’t everyone come back? Why isn’t this place full of ghosts? Why — ?” “I cannot answer,” said Nick. “You’re dead, aren’t you?” said Harry exasperatedly. “Who can answer better than you?” “I was afraid of death,” said Nick. “I chose to remain behind. I sometimes wonder whether I oughtn’t to have . . . Well, that is neither here nor there. . . . In fact, I am neither here nor there. . . .” He gave a small sad chuckle. “I know nothing of the secrets of death, Harry, for I chose my feeble imitation of life instead. I believe learned wizards study the matter in the Department of Mysteries —”

(OotP, 861)

It just seemed to me that when someone's dead, they're truly dead. That's it. They're gone, and they can't come back. The dead who move on are gone and you can't speak to them, not really.

I think we get the wrong impression about death in their world since we see a lot of really unique magical flukes. But that's what they are — super rare flukes. In general, people can't come back.

I mentioned it before, but I think the forms of Harry's parents that came from Voldemrot's wand were echoes of their life or spirit trapped in his wand, taken by the killing curse and not their actual souls. These moved on beyond the veil and can't come back. And even these echos of their spirit could only come from the twin cores situation, and I'd go on a limb and say that if these were any other brother wands, owned by any other two wizards, it wouldn't have happened.

I also mentioned in the posts linked above I believe the Resurrection Stone doesn't really bring back the dead. It creates figments based on memories of the dead taken from the stone user's mind, it doesn't actually recall the souls of the dead:

“We are part of you,” said Sirius. “Invisible to anyone else.”

(DH, 590)

I also think the whole afterlife King's Cross station isn't actually happening and it actually is just in Harry's head:

“Tell me one last thing,” said Harry. “Is this real? Or has this been happening inside my head?” Dumbledore beamed at him, and his voice sounded loud and strong in Harry’s ears even though the bright white mist was descending again, obscuring his figure. “Of course it is happening inside your head, Harry, but why on earth should that mean that it is not real?

(DH, 610)

And I mentioned I think both Voldemort and Harry died for a moment there in the forest, but they both came back because Harry is the MoD.

I also mentioned in the first post I linked what I think the Master of Death is actually capable of and why. I summarised it as the MoD won't die until they choose to, and a person chosen to be the MoD would always choose to die. As death is voluntary for the MoD, Harry should be able to walk into the veil and survive, something no one else could do (unless they have The Invisibility Cloak, maybe, but I won't bet on it if you aren't the actual master of the cloak).

No dark wizard seems to have true power over the dead and those who have already passed on. The most they could do is bring back inferi, since these are the parts of the dead that are still present where magic can access them.

The MoD might be able to walk into the veil and take a soul out, thus bringing someone fully to life by merging their body, spirit, and soul. That being said, this magic would be pretty complicated if a long time passed since the death since I assume the soul would be harder to find beyond the veil the more time passed since they died. Additionally, you'll need to heal the body from any decay it may have gone through and you'll need to find a spirit. You'll need life to tie the body and soul together, so, you either use the life of the dead person (if they died very recently, it should be accessible as I mentioned with Horcrux creation) or if their own spirit isn't present, you'll need to kill someone else with an equal life essence to use instead.

(I think this magic could be performed by any powerful enough wizard, it's just the getting a soul back from beyond the veil part I don't think anyone aside from the MoD has a chance to do, since anyone else would just die)

I think any rando dark wizard, won't be able to do much with ghosts. They are caught in a state between life and death, so wizards operating on the side of life (random so-called necromancers) won't be able to access them fully since they aren't fully alive (for the record inferi are magically alive because they have life in them, they are made of salt and mercury, so they are accessible to magic). The MoD would also not be able to do much with ghosts either, since the MoD works in either the domain of death or life, not in the in-between ghosts occupy.

(We know wizards can't really trap Poltergeists or kill dementors, their magic just seems very limited when it comes to spirit beings. Even Boggarts can't really be killed)

But the big difference is if you want to fully bring someone to life, soul, and all, you need the MoD as any necromancer just won't be able to do it. I don't think the MoD could summon spirits from the beyond or anything though, he'd have to go into the veil in the Department of Mysteries (or a similar doorway) and search for a soul the hard way and even that wouldn't succeed for sure, but it's my best guess for if you want to accomplish a true resurrection for someone who hasn't made Horcruxes.

(Another aside, I don't think ghosts can be brought back to life. As I mentioned, they are caught in between, so they aren't properly souls anymore and would reject being bonded to a body and life the way a pure soul would allow).

Hope this makes sense.

[pascaloverx]

To Begin Again

TEN

Summary: You're a new teacher at a large and influential school. It's a risky step for you, as you've been running from your ex for almost two years. But when Dumbledore asks you to take on a class at the renowned Hogwarts, you can't refuse. However, your life as a newly arrived teacher won't be easy. Especially when the other teachers don't seem eager to make friends. Or rather, two teachers in particular: Sirius Black and Remus Lupin.

Author's Note: Welcome, dear readers. Please leave your comments if you enjoy fanfiction. This fanfic takes place almost in the real world (with the addition of werewolves) and is not a wizarding fanfic. There will be some differences and changes in things from the Harry Potter story or other fanfics in the HP universe, but I promise to do my best writing this fanfic. There will be a love triangle coming in this fanfic. So, dear readers, just as in this fanfic it's meant to imagine Remus Lupin as being Andrew Garfield and Sirius Black as being Ben Barnes, now I present to you the fancast of Severus Snape as being actor Enzo Vogrincic. Imagine him as Snape if you can.

NINE ELEVEN

Severus Snape is alive. This brings you a sense of relief as you are not, and never were, a murderer. However, upon regaining consciousness, he had no memory of who you were or what he was doing there. He only knew he'd been attacked by something because of the pain in his body. After you concocted an excuse for his injury, he simply wanted to leave, and that's exactly what he did. Of course, before he woke up, you had already gone to the cabin to find some clothes to wear. In fact, before he woke up, you were planning how to bury him. But with him waking up disoriented and not remembering who you were, you felt that, in a magical way, at least one of your problems was solved. Now, dressed in what is probably Lupin's clothes, you head towards Hogwarts, hoping not to encounter any more problems.

"Miss Y/L/N, could you accompany me to my office?" is the first thing you hear as soon as you arrive at the entrance of Hogwarts. Great, you're about to lose your job at the worst possible moment in your life. Minerva McGonagall doesn't look at all pleased as she says this, staring at you. You follow Professor McGonagall to her office. Your dismissal seems almost inevitable. When you enter the office, Sirius is standing while Draco, Harry, and Ron are seated in front of McGonagall's desk.

"I believe everyone knows why they're here. I was informed of your actions at the Hogwarts Ball last night," McGonagall says as she finishes closing the door to her office. You don't look at Sirius; you can't. Part of you is angry at being left behind, even though it doesn't make sense. Remus needed help more urgently than you did.

"Draco, you're conveniently forgetting that you hit Hermione, and that's why Ron hit you," Harry says, staring at Malfoy. Draco looks at him as if Harry had said something trivial.

"No one asked you to defend me, Potter. But since we're here, I fought with Draco because he hit Hermione, and then Harry fought with me because he's a pain in the neck. I'll accept any punishment that doesn't involve spending time with Harry or Draco," Ron says, and you can see that unresolved issues are not exclusive to you.

"And where were the two prom monitors while their students were attacking each other?" Mcgonagall asks seriously as she looks at you and Sirius. You still avoid looking Black in the eyes but you feel his gaze upon you.

"Unfortunately, I couldn't stop the fight in time. Professor Black was gone for a short time and I lost control of the situation." You speak with a slightly shaky voice. There is a growing nervousness inside you.

"Actually, it was my mistake. I shouldn't have leaving Miss Y/L/N alone. There was a horrible unforeseen event that almost caused Professor Lupin's death." Sirius speaks with a worried tone of voice, he must have Remus' health in mind.

"Now that we have clarified the events, I admit that you all disappointed me. If it were up to me, the two teachers would be fired and the students expelled. But upon consulting Headmaster Dumbledore, he pointed out that everyone had bad and good deeds. Draco Malfoy, you hurt a colleague of yours. But he was also a victim of aggression. Ron Weasley, You defended a colleague but attacked another. The same goes for you, Harry Potter. Thanks to Professor Y/L/N, the fight ended. And Professor Black no matter how irresponsible it was, saved someone's life." McGonagall says this looking at you all with a look that could kill. We are all irresponsible to some extent.

"However, consequences must be assigned for your wrongful actions. Y/N and Sirius, you will be responsible for cleaning the ballroom used yesterday. As for the students: Malfoy, Weasley and Potter will be responsible for assisting you in this task. Once you complete this task, you will be held in detention for a minimum of two months.” McGonagall speaks and you can't help but feel bad about it all. She took it harder on them than you did.

"Professor McGonagall, Professor Y/L/N, had already grounded us in detention." Draco Malfoy speaks and you feel embarrassed. Now that you will be humiliated.

"The teacher was fulfilling her role. Even the time she gave you in detention will be served after the time I gave you three. Now everyone is dismissed." McGonagall speaks, and you understand that she may no longer have the patience to put up with looking at you. For a moment, you feel like a child who has done something wrong and is being scolded.

"I don't want to hear what you have to say to me. There's nothing I want to hear. If you want some advice, Harry, try making friends with Malfoy. You seem made for each other," Ron says as you all leave McGonagall's office. Harry seems upset seeing his friend abruptly distance himself like that. Weasley runs off, while Harry and Draco stand looking at each other. Sirius, for some reason, is also observing them just like you.

"He'll forgive you. You just need to hate me like everyone else does. But I'd hurry. Weasley is too temperamental. Tomorrow, he might replace you with a rat," Draco Malfoy says, looking at Harry Potter. Malfoy's words bring a certain pain in facing the fact that he's hated by a portion of people at Hogwarts. You watch the poor blonde-haired child leave your field of vision almost as quickly as the red-haired child did. Poor little creatures suffering from petty misunderstandings.

"If it's any consolation, Harry, I think you did the best you could. Sometimes, even when we do our best, we still get hurt. But you're a smart boy; you'll know how to overcome this." You gently touch Harry's head, trying to console him. He looks at you, adjusts his glasses, and gives a weak smile. Then he says goodbye to you and Sirius and walks away. You don't wait for any movement from Sirius and simply start walking towards your room. The last thing you want right now is to talk to him.

"So I'm the one you decided to blame for what happened yesterday, apparently," Sirius Black says as you walk to your respective rooms. You don't say anything, just keep walking. When you reach the corridor to your rooms, he pulls you into a corner, making your back hit the cold wall, leaving you face to face with him.

"Are you going to force me to talk to you?" you ask, trying to move away from Sirius, but his arms trap you.

"Yes, I will. You won't look at me, you don't want to talk to me. You haven't asked how Remus is doing, and on top of that, you're making that super sexy angry face that, instead of scaring me, is turning me on…" Sirius starts to say, but you cover his mouth with your hand. His eyes watch you as if you were a painting, while your fingers rest on his lips.

"Stop talking nonsense and tell me how your boyfriend is doing. Will Remus be okay?" you ask, removing your hand from his mouth so he can answer.

"He’s fine. The bullet just grazed him. But coincidentally or not, the silver bullet kind of affected the wolf part of Lupin. The village doctor is going to transfer him to Hogwarts soon." Sirius says, and you feel like hitting him. The way he spoke made it sound like Remus was dying.

"Now that I know that, can I go?" you ask, staring seriously at Sirius as he begins to look annoyed with you.

"What's wrong with you?" Sirius says in an angry tone, as if not understanding at all. Your indifference must be bothering him.

"I'm a complete idiot, that's what's wrong with me. You tangled with my ex, who nearly killed your little boyfriend. Then I tried to help and ended up bitten by Remus. I almost died, almost killed my ex, and now I turn into a werewolf. Now tell me, how would you be if all that had happened to you?" You speak, getting worked up, with some anger. Everything went wrong yesterday, waking up with blood in your mouth and disoriented, not knowing exactly what you did, was awful, and right now your anger is directed at Sirius.

"And it's my fault? You're going to blame me for everyone's mistakes, including yours?" Sirius asks, anger and maybe defiance in his eyes.

"I will blame you. You and Lupin. I never should have gotten close to you. Now I'm sentenced to spend my life transforming into something dangerous. Do us both a favor and stay out of my life. And send my best to Lupin, but I'd prefer he stay away from me too." You speak, using all your strength to push Sirius's arms away from you. You storm into your room shortly after, like a storm about to break.

You hear Sirius enter his room shortly after, slamming his door shut. There's silence for a while. You pace around your room, and he seems to do the same in his. Eventually, you decide to open the bathroom door—the place where you both used to meet. And there he is, on his side of the bathroom, looking confused and tense. You look at him, unsure of what to do. Then, both of you have the same idea. He starts walking towards you, and you move towards him.

"I'm fine with the idea of ​​you making me your villain. If it's going to make you happy, blame me. Hate me. But don't turn away. I'd rather your hate be directed at me, personally and preferably with clothes off." Sirius speaks and you don't even take two seconds to think. You pull him towards him and kiss him. With all the desire you feel to have him close to you. Your fingers run along Sirius' chest, while you slowly take off his clothes. His lips seeming like they want to consume all of you. He holds your legs pulling you up. Your legs wrap around Sirius' waist as you hold onto his hair.

"I hate you." You whisper against Sirius' mouth. He smiles and bites your lip then kisses you again. The slight taste of blood that his bite leaves in your kiss is exciting. Unfortunately, a knock on the door interrupts you, causing you to almost fall.

"Professor Y/L/N? Would you mind talking to me for a bit?" You hear Draco Malfoy's voice passing through your door. Your eyes They meet Sirius's who seems reluctant to let you go. He kisses your neck and you hold him tight as you return to the floor. Soon after, you hear another knock on the door, this time in Sirius's room.

"Sirius, would you have a moment to talk?" Harry Potter asks as he taps Sirius' door. You both adjust yourself so you don't look inappropriate and go to your respective rooms to help your students.

[nevereverthem]

HP one-shot : partners / friends

🫱 [Mattheo Riddle × Draco Malfoy] 🫲

Warnings : none.

Length : 2k

We need to talk...

It's your decision

Imagine if Mattheo Riddle, the son of Voldemort, was studying at Hogwarts as a young ‘spy’. Nobody knew about his real identity, except from the insiders. Draco, being a newbie death-eater, was now aware of his classmate’s status. He already respected the guy, but it got ‘worse’ when he learned who he was.

Today, Mattheo sent him a note to meet in an abandoned part of the castle. When the clock ticked, Draco was exactly where he was asked to be, anxiety crippling in his chest. He knew the dark lord had a mission waiting for him, and he feared the time had come, that he had sent his son to deliver the message.

Mattheo was standing right next to a window, gazing outside, observing the night sky. “You came.”

Draco kept a fair distance from him. “Of course I did!” He sounded way too scared for his own liking. He cleared his throat. “I mean… Why am I here?”

“I would like you to help me.” His monotone voice prevented the blonde from guessing his intention.

“Anything!” Again, a bit too loud. “Hum… whatever he wants me to do.” Deep down, he wished it was just some stupid teenager drama that he honestly missed. It was all so trivial and comforting compared to the shit tone of terror it was to live with a mad man creeping around in his house.

Mattheo continued. “The request is not from my father. It’s from me.”

Draco’s brows furrowed in confusion. He hesitated a second. “I… what’s the matter?”

“I’m in a relationship.”

The blond let out a slight huff, relieved and intrigued by his declaration. “And..?” When Mattheo revealed the name of his lover, Draco could not believe it. His eyes grew wide. “But she’s-”

“Muggle-born?” His eyes finally met Draco’s. They were dark, filled with a dozen feelings that the blonde couldn't distinguish. “Don't you dare give me the mud-blood speech, or I'll rip your tongue out!”

Draco pressed his lips together, shutting his mouth. He gulped loudly, freezing in place.

“You’re not allowed to judge me for something you don't even believe in yourself.”

Draco tried to argue but he was cut short. “Oh please, quit your shit! I noticed how you look at Granger when you think no one's watching. You’re like a child fighting the urge to eat the snack his parents forbade him to.”

The boy looked utterly offended, a false expression of disgust tore his face “I don't like HER! She’s-”

“What!? Smart, pretty, sassy and powerful? The last time I checked, it sounded like your type of girl!” Draco was silent. “She’s also reasonably wealthy for a muggle. If her parents were born with magic you would already be dating her.” The blond opened his mouth to intervene. “Maybe not… but you’d be a bit nicer to her.”

“That’s not-”

“It’s easier to destroy the things you want, rather than admit it hurts to know you can never have them, right?”

Draco held his gaze but he just couldn't speak. Memories of the few past years appeared in his mind. He saw the day Potter refused his handshake. When he first mocked Weasley, and picked on Granger… He felt powerful. That got him allies to mess with other students, laughing at them and causing trouble. Now that he was in all this… he couldn't even tell them… It wasn't fun, it wasn't what he wanted anymore… Did he ever want it? Yes, he did… but it didn't feel right anymore…

As if Mattheo could hear his thoughts, he continued. “I ignore people. It doesn't mean I do them wrong. You, on the other hand, did a pretty great job at being a jackass. I heard bullies are just bastards who want attention. That may be the case for you. Although, I’m sure witnessing a bunch of murders cured you. Am I right? It doesn't feel as right to pick on the weaker as it did before?”

Draco looked away. His body itself refused the discussion.

The dark-haired continued his monologue as if he was by himself. “Muggles aren't that bad. You may think I'm crazy or brainwashed by ‘love’, but don't get mistaken. It's not because you’ve been told to hate some kind of people your whole life that it’s right to do so. They're okay. Some are kind, others are egotistical assholes. It’s just like our own world! I must say, you wonder how they manage to live this old without magic, knowing how clumsy they can be. It's pretty impressive.” He seemed lost in his thoughts, info-dumping about an interesting subject of his. “You’re one of the best students here, right? You enjoy learning.” The blonde looked back at him, frowning in confusion. “If you just took the time to learn a few things about them, you’d realise how mistaken we all are…”

Draco huffed, faking exasperation. “Are you trying to recruit me on Potter’s side, or is it a way to test my loyalty? If that’s the case I-”

“Maybe I'm like him. I’m hateful and cruel… but I won't fight for the same shit as my father does!” Draco was lost at this point, lost between fear, disbelief and incredulity. “You think I enjoy watching him kill innocent people? Never have, never will.” Draco’s nails digged in his palm. “I know you don't either. I saw the expression on your face. You tried hard to be a total jerk. You definitely succeeded, no problem with that. But I know you're not a murderer.”

Draco tried to remain composed. “If I have to-”

“Could you kill her? The muggle-born you supposedly hate!”

Picturing Hermione, badly injured, struggling in a pool of her own blood… He felt his throat close on itself, restricting the oxygen’s entry…

Mattheo didn't stop. He had to make his point, had to make him understand. “Could you even kill Potter, or the Weasley? Could you look them in the eyes and tear the life out of them? Could you actually cast the spell and end their life with your own wand?”

That sole idea made panic increase his breathing. A strangled sound slipped out of his lips “I-”

“It’s no use lying to me. I'm not asking you if you have to, or if you sometimes want to. Could you actually do it?” He needed an answer.

Draco held his gaze again. He didn’t want to be perceived as weak. He was not. But he knew Matt was right. As much as he grew to hate the trio and their little lot… he couldn't go that far… he probably went already too far… but there was a line he would be incapable of crossing… mur- just the thought of the word made him sick to his stomach. Tears gathered in his eyes when images of professor Burbage being executed right before his face passed in his mind… He shook his head the slightest that he could, a subtle movement that Mattheo caught.

He nodded in return, noticing the reflection in the boy’s shining eyes. “You can call me weak if you please, but I do think the girl I'm with makes me stronger every day. She makes me so strong that I'm ready to turn against my own father for the first time…” Draco was thoroughly listening. “We’ve shared a whole lot of things, but she's never seen me cry.” At that remark, the blonde tried his best to blink his own tears away. “I can tell or hear the most heart-wrenching thing in the wizarding world, and I wouldn’t shed a single tear. I physically can't.” Draco wished he had the same ability. It would have saved him a lot of sleepless nights. “I know you do. You’re not as discreet as you think when you sneak into the bathroom at night. Some may think you’re going for a midnight wank or something, but we both know that what we’re in suppresses this kind of fancy from our body.”

Draco raised his eyebrows, nodding in agreement.

“So, please do. Do cry all you can. You're feeling something important and I don't want you to push it away.”

Draco received the advice and didn't add anything. No response. No comment. He wasn't planning on crying more than he already was, but maybe this would help him feel a little less ashamed the next time he did. Strangely enough, Mattheo also went mute. Maybe his mouth felt dry from all the talking. The boy just went on a full monologue about rights and wrongs…

After a moment, it was Draco who broke the silence. “You… your girl, she doesn't fear for her life?”

Mattheo was pulled out of his thoughts. “About?”

The blonde sighed heavily. “I’m sorry to remind you but… you're the dark lord’s son.”

Mattheo looked away. “She doesn't know…”

“But-”

“I know. I’ll have to tell her. She's gonna know anyway. It’d be better if I'm the one breaking the info…”

“I wouldn't say ‘better’. It’s a shock when you find out.” Draco reminisced about the day he first saw Mattheo at a death-eater meeting. He was across the table, sitting right next to his father, Volde-...

“Yes… I just hope not to sound like a manipulative muggle-hunter traitor if I tell her myself…”

The mutual understanding floated in the air…

“What will you do if she… rejects you when she knows?” Draco asked.

The boy responded with no hesitation. “I’ll leave her alone.” Draco felt the need to object but Mattheo was faster. “Wouldn't you have doubts about your partner if you just learned they were actually related to a dangerous association led by a genocidal monster who’s actually their own father?”

The blonde’s mouth opened, but no sound came out. He couldn't deny it. Then he asked. “...What are you gonna do?”

“I don't know. I’ll prove myself to her. I’ll stop him. Whatever I have to do…” He sounded determined and sure of himself. He had nothing planned for now, but the sheer resolution that emanated from him was enough to believe he would never go back. “Will you help me?”

Draco was shocked when he heard the question. That was his request then… the reason they were standing in a dark corridor in the middle of the night…. Was he ready to switch sides? Was Matt asking him to join Potter’s little group or what? Absolutely not! The implications were making him nauseous, but… Was he actually gonna make it on this side? Would he be able to do whatever the dark lord was to ask him?... He already knew the answer… His parents? His dad was far long lost when Draco was just a child… When he learned about all of this… he remembered conversations he eavesdropped that didn't make any sense at the time… now everything was perfectly clear. His mom… She was sucked into the same beliefs and probably was doomed to the same path… though he was certain he had noticed something… He wished he could know… know what to do… know they were all gonna make it safe and sound… One particular moment lit up in his mind. It was a Christmas Eve night, when he was only 9. He remembered it perfectly as if it was yesterday. His mom was actually baking, the muggle way, now that he thought about it, while his dad was casting spells away to decorate the manor… He knew things could never be this way again… but he would do anything to feel this relaxed and carefree just for one second. He had to try… He would also prove stupid Potter that he was no better than Draco Malfoy! And that detail was non-negligible.

Mattheo was waiting for his answer. They were not going to dethrone his father, just the two of them, that was for sure. However, he knew that Draco could have sensitive information. The boy was the embodiment of ‘walls have ears’. Plus, obsessed with Potter as he was, he would be able to gather information on the other side’s intentions.

Draco lifted his head, staring into Mattheo's eyes with the same determination he displayed a moment ago, a hopeful glint in his eyes. “Where do we start?”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Hi,

This is a little idea that I had and wanted to share. ~

I never expected it to be this long, but here I am with a 2k random idea. 😌

I hope you enjoyed it. ~

Feel free to drop likes and comments. ~

XO

Update : Do you want a sequel?

Harry Potter Masterlist

[galesdevoteewife]

20 TAV/OC QUESTIONS

Please consider yourself tagged if you are interested in building these details for your tav/oc! Feel free to @ me as I would love to read them ///

Thanks so much for the tag from @anderwelt I am so glad you asked about my spider baby (ﾉω･､)

[ Slightly suggestive dark/sexual content warning, and her romanced companion is Gale ]

Zilvera, my spider baby, a Lolth-sworn Drow runaway, swords bard with rogue subclass, most loyal and devoted lover

I. what do they smell like at their freshest? (and/or after a tenday. your choice)

My Zilvera has very low HP and her life depends on stealthiness, so she has been extra careful to keep her scent subdued. She tries to stay as dry as possible and maybe applying some mixture paste of local plants.

II. what would their blood taste like to vampires?

Pure, cold, sharp, iced vodka. Comes with a soothing string that numbs emotions/pain/disgust/fear like tranquilizer.

III. how would they kiss their LI?

As a drow woman she has a mindset that she is expected to take the lead. She likes to gently kiss their eyebrows, forehead, cheeks, neck, carefully worshipping. If for lips, she prefers a soft, dry caress.

Unless she wants to build up tension, then there would be very long and persistent kisses involving tongues and teeth. She would aim to make her partner feels she is desperately craving them. She maintains a deliberate contrast between occasions, it’s her tease and give strategy.

IV. how do they sleep with their LI (what position, does one steal the blankets, is one too hot/cold, etc)?

Zilvera is the embodiment of paranoia. She trances in a sit-up, poised for action, with daggers and loaded light crossbows at her fingertips. She wouldn't allow anything to happen to her LI.

But she has a submissive kink. If she is too worn out she would seek shelter and comfort. Clinging to their arms, resting in the crook of their shoulder, cocoon herself tightly in a blanket—whatever the situation and her partner allows.

V. what does their tent area look like? where do they prefer to pitch their tent (next to water, covered on three sides, etc)?

Darkest spots away from everyone. Drow design, sun-blocking tent, and total darkness inside, faintly illuminated by Underdark mushrooms. She has her tiny mushroom garden in her tent.

VI. if they had a set of dnd dice, what would they look like?

With black silk string inside

VII. do they collect anything (gems, bottles, keys, etc)?

She collects intel—notes, journals, letters, poking into minds for secrets. She also gathers alchemy materials. After entering her relationship with Gale, she starts collecting music scores and cooking recipes.

VIII. if either, are they part of the astarion/gale book club (magic & literature) or the wyll/shadowheart book club (trashy romance novels)?

She likes educational books, especially those with pictures. Zilvera's education primarily focused on practical combat/ survival/ manipulation techniques and Lolth propaganda. She's an avid learner and she feels both excited and unsettled in this alien aboveground world, but she buries those feelings deeply and never shows them. She is trying to learn as much as she can, so she is actually grateful for Gale's oversharing.

IX. if they had to be put in a “get along shirt” with a companion, who would it be?

Ohh it'd be Minthara. Although they would team up and life-threaten whoever dared to force them into that shirt.

Zilvera's ego wouldn't allow her to give away even the slightest hint that SHE ENVIES HER. The daughter of the first house, a member of the royal family. Menzoberranzan is far behind, but she hates, HATES that the part of the urchin, the nobody in her still bends to authority. Minthara is everything a drow woman should be. She feels very uncomfortable whenever Minthara is teasing—or talking to, or looking at—Gale.

Note: I cheated so my playthrough had a full house companion with both Minthara and Halsin xD

X. do they prefer speak with dead or speak with animals?

She uses both all the time. But if she must choose, it would be speak with the dead, usually the information is more useful.

XI. what are their thoughts on clowns?

She doesn't get it at all xD Zilvera has a very dark sense of humor, mostly about sarcasm regarding tragedies or morals. Maybe only a killer clown would crack a smile to her face.

XII. their companions are gossiping about them behind their back! who is it and what are they saying?

Astarion would annoy Gale with hints and information as if he slept with Zilvera, although he didn't. In my world, Zilvera and Astarion sneak out together a lot after everyone else rests—for blood hunts, stealing, murdering, scouting—anything that risks disapproval from the good guys. He is just sowing discord for fun. Although they never share beds, he does know a ton about her, just as she knows him.

Jaheira/Karlach/Shadowheart would openly mock her obvious lovesickness.

Halsin is worrying about some of her self-destructive traits, and he tries to bring it up to Gale.

XIII. what makes them laugh? what does their laugh sound like?

Victory over worthy opponents, gaining powers: perks/powerful objects/exp/skills etc, successful tricky plans, and sarcastic stories make her laugh with a soft smirk. Something like Gale's "worth less than an adolescence handkerchief" comment on battlefield prayers would make her chuckle. Or Lae'zel's sudden loyalty to Orpheus right after she shakes off her queen's leash.

XIV. do they have any inside jokes among their companions?

Not really. Astarion would share quite a couple with her, but Zilvera only ever cares about Gale, then Astarion, then nobody. She doesn't care enough to make fun of anyone else.

Note: Just to make her narrative more dramatic, I like everybody xD

XV. what’s the description of their camp clothes in the inventory menu?

It bears the scars of numerous critical tears, yet it has been skillfully mended as if nothing ever happened.

XVI. what’s the description of their underwear in the inventory menu?

Silky, breathable Drow design with an abundance of strings. It leaves one wondering how to solve the ties to put it on—or take it off.

XVII. how do they celebrate their birthday?

She would laugh at the idea of celebrating such a day. In her mind, being born is the worst thing that could ever happen to a person.

Note: Lolth-sworn drows have a concept that they are born as Mother Lolth's meat, in life and in death.

XVIII. what modern day tv show would they binge over a weekend? do they get their LI to watch with them?

She would prefer artsy, poetic movies (mostly sad). She would cry to them, go to bed, and wake up with all the sentiments buried 9 layers deep in her heart. And no, she would never ever ask any soul to watch them with her; it's a moment that's most private to her.

Something like the movie "100 Yen love". Great movie by the way!

XIX. do you have a playlist for your tav? if so, what’s the title + description?

I don't. But I think Monsters (feat. Xeah) by Tommee Profitt is matching what I am picturing for her background.

Run away 'til I hear no sound/ Run away 'cause I have no choice/ Are we the hunters?/ Are we the hunted?/ Who can you trust? /Are you one of us?

XX. if you were to try pickpocketing them, what would they be carrying?

Zilvera keeps some jewelries and gems as an emergency fund, sewing them to the inner layer of her armor. These would be very difficult to steal. In her bags, she carries many types of arrows, potions, poisons (she favors Crawler Mucus), alchemy materials, poison/antidote-filled syringes, and pick lock/trap disarm tools.

If you've read all the way to here, both my spider baby and I love you ღ (´･ω･` ღ)

[padfootastic]

Okay okay okay I was that anon from earlier and I can’t believe I finally have a reason to rant about Harry and Teddy because those two mean so much to me. Like my favourite relationship in HP is Harry & Ron and Harry & Teddy in joint first place because those two are the ones that bring so much feels like asdfghjkl

Also sorry for the length - I have so much to say and I'm not even covering half of it

Teddy saved Harry after the war - that is 100% canonical fact.

He’s also one of the only people Harry feels comfortable opening up to - Harry is so closed up and hates being vulnerable around anyone but with Teddy he feels safe and I headcanon that little Teddy has actually witnessed or heard his PTSD-induced behaviour (I know that the epilogue directly contradicts this but I hc that Andromeda dies when Teddy’s around one so he lives with Harry) and instead of feeling like closing up, Harry just lets Teddy hug him because his love for his godson is stronger than his own feelings. 

When I think of Harry and Teddy, this is what comes to mind: https://www.tumblr.com/headcanonsandmore/175266513519/8th-year-harry-r-u-sure-u-dont-wanna-see-these-16

Harry loves showing off his godson so much. Everyone in the Ministry knows that the only way to get Auror Trainee (and then Auror and Head Auror) Potter to talk is to just barely hint at his godson and then you’ll be subject to a 10 hour lecture of a very enthusiastical and highly animated Harry showing off the new 1432956 photographs he had taken that week (yes he carries a photo album that is magically charmed to fit in his pocket that is filled to the brim with Teddy’s baby photos and yes he still carries it around even when Teddy is in his twenties)

Harry and Teddy shamelessly love each other and they both love the other more than anyone else and it’s so obvious to everyone around 

One thing I love about those two is Teddy mirrors Harry so much that even their names are the same:

First name: Constant, vowel, double constant, y

Middle Name: Their father’s name 

And then their last name 

Fresh out of the war, 17 year old Harry the day after the Battle of Hogwarts: I’ve only known my godson, a ball of sunshine, actual angel who can do no wrong and my entire will to live, Teddy Lupin for one minute but if anything ever happens to him I will kill everyone in the Wizarding World and then myself

OR

Harry Potter: *inner monologue* angst angst angst inner demons darkness death generic emo stuff

Baby Teddy Lupin: *smiles at him for one (1) second*

Harry Potter: 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️✨✨✨✨✨

No but the next day he brings home bags of parenting books because he’s so worried like inside his head is like ‘I can’t be as good of a godfather as Sirius I’m too messed up and broken and have too many horrible coping mechanisms the last thing I want is too end up like me’ and then Ron smacks him because Teddy has been clinging onto him for the past three hours and refuses to let go

The first time Harry smiled/laughed after the war was because of Teddy and I will die on this hill

As a diehard Hinny shipper one of my favourite parts of HP is when Harry turns into Shakespeare whenever he describes Ginny and I 100% believe that his inner poet comes out whenever Teddy is within ten feet of him

I can just imagine that during an Auror meeting, you have a war-hardened, no nonsense, ‘youngest head auror of all time’ Head Auror Potter having this aura of don’t mess with me as he almost coldly goes over the last raid, and all of the aurors (even the ones older than him) are just stuck in place, partly due to fear, partly due to respect and then Kingsley comes in with this tiny ball of sunshine that is Teddy and all of a sudden his face just lights up and calls for a break and everyone thinks that they’re dreaming when they see the formidable head auror happily nodding along as Teddy shows off his new pet rock

Teddy has never seen Harry’s auror persona - Harry knows that even Ron and Hermione get spooked when he’s in the zone (not to forget the Death Eaters that are absolutely terrified of his cold fury and ruthlessness during interrogations) so he makes sure that Teddy knows nothing about what he’s like when he’s at work. Teddy knows a lot about Harry’s school life and he knows how important he was to the war and Voldemort’s defeat but sometimes he can’t help but wonder why everyone is so scared of the man that cries with him whenever they watch The Lion King

Speaking of Disney, Bambi is James, Sirius and Harry’s favourite movie (RIP James and Sirius you would’ve loved Bambi II) - little Harry never knew why he liked the movie so much until Prisoner of Azkaban where he had that epiphany like ‘oh’

Also also speaking of Disney, ‘Baby Mine’ and ‘You’ll Be In My Heart’ are so Harry and Teddy coded I can’t even (around 6 years ago I made a HP playlist and I had those songs for Harry and Teddy because they just encapsulate those boys so well)

In one of my super old WIPs I wrote that Harry is more than just Teddy’s godfather, he’s his father, brother and best friend and I think that speaks for itself - like they have a band that no one can ever even comprehend because they understand each other so much on every level and I feel like Harry’s closer to Teddy than his own bio kids, not in the favouritism/love level but more of a ‘Harry can tell him things that he can’t tell his children because he’s just their dad but to Teddy he’s more than that’

I wrote a (completely horrible and I can’t believe I actually published that on the internet) fic where Harry was Teddy’s first word and then the next words were ‘luv u’ because Teddy aged 0 - 10 is head empty only immeasurable love for Harry (10+ is the same but he pretends that he’s more of a grown up)

Harry comes into Official Ministry/Hogwarts business with a beaming Teddy protectively held in his arms and when the stuffy Ministry Heads/Professors give him looks he’s like ‘he asked for uppies - what did you expect? For me to deny his uppies … like a monster’ and no one would say anything because 1) you would incur the wrath of Harry Potter and would be on his blacklist until his dying breath and 2) Edward Remus Lupin is the poster child for cuteness who has done no wrong ever and anyone who has something against him literally has no soul

You’d think that being raised with Dudley (and knowing Malfoy), Harry would be against needlessly spoiling a child but Harry ‘I wanted to buy a solid gold cauldron when I was 11’ Potter is the son of James ‘if I don’t get my newborn a dozen sets of £1000000 blankets, I would actually die’ and the godson of Sirius ‘I know I’m on the run and homeless and starving and currently in the middle of a revenge plot 12 years in the making with over a dozen dementors and highly trained aurors and wizards on my tail but my godson needs a broom and only the best of the best that has literally just come out a month ago will do’ Black so if he wants to spoil Teddy then he’s spoiling his kid dammit

Harry James ‘I’ve-been-wearing-the-same-shirt-for-seven-years’ Potter definitely buys enough shoes for a less than 15 month old Teddy that will make a Kardashian jealous

Ron, catching Harry brooding: what’s wrong, mate?

Harry: I only told Teddy that I love him twenty times today when it’s usually twenty-five. What if he thinks I hate him????

Ron: *completely done*

But Teddy never ends up spoiled. He’s just an adorable ball of sunshine that’s polite to everyone and has the sweetest smile and personality and everyone loves him (he also uses his cuteness by pretending to be sleepy to get Harry out of public appearances and social situations)

No no but like imagine the Gryffindor class of ‘91 meeting up at a pub for old times’ sake and everyone’s expecting the sassy little angst ball that was the Harry Potter they shared a dorm with/went to school with only to find him playing ‘here comes the train’ as he spoon feeds Teddy his lunch 

I can’t think of a nickname Harry would call Teddy (like Sirius’ pup or prongslet) but I do think that he always refers to him as ‘my godson’ more than his actual name because he’s just so damn proud of having someone as perfect as him as his family

Okay okay so my favourite of all time fanfic trope is the next gen kids travelling back to OOTP and meeting their parents/those who died and I’ve only ever read one where it was just Harry and Teddy so I wrote a WIP of a non-shipping/genfic with Harry, Hermione and the Weasleys (w/ Fred because I refuse to let him die) and Neville (because I love him) with a six year old Teddy travelling back to OOTP and everyone from the Marauder’s Era and earlier are just blown away with Harry and Teddy’s relationship because he literally is as obsessed with his godson as much as Sirius is with his - and Teddy literally refuses to leave Harry’s side

And at one point Older!Harry and Sirius get into a half playful half serious fight over who’s godson is the best and it includes embarrassing baby stories, childhood anecdotes and Older!Harry’s ever present baby album whilst younger!Harry and Teddy are just red faced (and pink haired) over the entire thing and everyone else watches in amusement. Then Teddy’s all like ‘someone is disagreeing with Harry I must defend my godfather’s honour’ (the same mindset that results in Teddy arguing with Snape over how Harry’s the best godfather ever and the potion master's a meanie who doesn't deserve to breathe the same air as him as Sirius, Ron and Neville cheer him on in the sidelines (Teddy doesn't actually say that last part but he thinks it really hard so he hopes that it was conveyed)) so this tiny little sunshine theatre kid in all his itty bitty glory stands in front of Harry and reams into Sirius about how Harry’s his godfather and his godfather’s always right about everything and Sirius is just struggling to hold in his laughter which makes Teddy think it’s an attack on his height so he asks Harry to carry him so that he can continue his very important points

okay okay okay anon i’m just gonna say it: i am absolutely in love with your brain and this ask and just. i want all your ideas. please give me more i’m begging.

i’m posting this w/o much commentary bc i don’t want to run the risk of this languishing in my drafts bc i’m an idiot but just!!!’ yes!!!! to everything u said!!! teddy is absolutely harry’s salvation and he unapologetically loves and adores his godfather and they have the sweetest most envious relationship and it’s just. good.

[daisy-the-spider]

AU Cagematch: Doc, GiantFell, & Sprocket

[Me]: I sometimes like to picture all my guys across all AUs in a cagematch setting.

Like, for whatever reason, they’re all participating in an event where different pairs get pitted against each other. They can’t leave–or maybe they don’t feel like it if the stakes are low and nobody can die in the setting. But they can still take lasting damage. They can’t influence whatever force is administrating this, so they play along out of curiosity. None of them intend to really hurt each other anyway, treating it like sportsmanlike sparring.

There are three rules:

1) Any challenger must have an opponent, and one will be chosen at random if no one volunteers.

2) The challenger stays until they’re defeated. No one can interfere unless they’re tagged in.

3) The match doesn’t end until one or the other is defeated, which could mean getting tagged out or incapacitated or quitting.

[My friend]: omg the dbz tournament

[Me]: YES EXACTLY

Anyway, everything’s pretty chill until a very big, very mean Underfell!Papyrus arrives as a challenger.

This Papyrus is from a thing I made up called GiantFell, which is just Fell but more apocalyptically fucked up. Sans ‘n Paps have a real bad dynamic that usually ends up with them getting in a big fight and never speaking to each other again. So, that’s where this guy’s coming from.

And he looks like this:

He bares his teeth and barks and hurls insults at all the people on the bleachers, egging them on to provide him with a worthy challenge. His voice rumbles out like sharp heavy gravel. Chainmail shudders from under his gnarled armor with each step. Nobody looks eager to volunteer, but knowing that the weaker among them could be chosen instead makes them nervous.

Then, another huge lumbering Papyrus gets to his feet.

He goes by Doc. He’s a sort of perma-fusion of a Fell!Paps and an Outertale!Paps. He’s part of a settlement of survivors who had their worlds destroyed through various means, trying to carve out a living in a very expanded version of the Void on a floating chunk of land with some houses and part of the Core left on it. These two Papyruses never got along at first, but slowly grew to be best friends over time. When they developed a fatal corruption that slowly ate away at their HP and functionality, a friend stepped in to help. (It was Blinker, if you remember him.)

Blinker rewrote their code and made them one person in order to save their lives. And it worked. Largely. They’re plenty stable now–it just takes a lot of energy to keep them going. Being one was strange at first, but it allowed for an unparalleled level of introspection. He sees himself as a more complete version of the people he was before. The whole event also persuaded him to pursue physiological studies of magic and medicine, hence the name.

So, the two Papses inside this guy’s head take a look at this other guy and see the malicious insecurity and self-concerned overconfidence that used to plague them as individuals.

Doc is chosen and approaches the arena. His brothers, a Fell!Sans by blood (well, “blood”) and Mafia!Sans by circumstance, try to stop him. But he won’t listen and refuses to let either or both of them take his place. His opponent looks him up and down and smiles.

GF!Paps: What weak stock. A friendly challenge compels only a shambling amalgam to step forward as sacrifice.

Doc: Actually, it’s because I’m ashamed of you.

The challenger isn’t smiling anymore.

A bell dings.

[My friend]: SLAAAY GET HIS ASS

[Me]: The fight doesn’t last very long, however. Doc makes a few clever and surprising moves that needle the small weaknesses in his opponent’s brutal fighting style. But he gets hit, thrown, and stunned much more often. Despite being a little bigger than GiantFell, Doc just doesn’t have the constitution for this kind of seasoned predator. His brothers call forfeit before anything serious happens.

GF: You can’t do that. He has to call it.

Doc: I forfeit. I’m done. You win.

The unseen hand of the organizer pulls the victor away from his exhausted opponent. The latter grumbles as Doc’s family helps him back to the bleachers.

GiantFell stomps around the ring, calling for a real challenge. He acts unfazed, but Doc can’t help feeling satisfied with the chip he put in the ogre’s chin that must still be smarting.

Another spectator, Sprocket–

glances at the motionless crowd around them and stands up.

Sprocket: Sure, I’ll give it a shot.

Hearts sink into stomachs all around the arena. None of them know this guy, but they’ve been a really sweet and charming person in the time they’ve been here. Their matches have all been amicable, ending with handshakes. They even lost a couple by ring-out–just from getting shoved unexpectedly. The fact that they just witnessed the last match and are throwing their hat in like this is baffling.

The only thing easing the unrest is the fact that their… they must be their cousins…aren’t doing anything about it.

(Not that they could. Unbeknownst to the crowd, the twins are literally unable to FIGHT, ACT, FLEE, or do much of anything in battle. They always have been. They’re just bugged like that. And intervening now would technically count whether they like it or not.)

The two of them only raise an eyeridge and watch as Sprocket takes the stage. Sprocket’s metal exoskeletal body shines dimly in the light where it escapes the faded denim of their clothes. They must be made of very low-grade salvage. Dingy green and grey that’s been forged and folded a dozen times, and then polished to high heaven. Their plated shoes tink against the floor, like they’re made of aluminum.

GiantFell scoffs.

GF: Now what? Head of the goofball team?

Sprocket chuckles.

Sp: Hero of the Underground, actually. :)

GF: Hm. Are you sure you want to do this?

Sprocket lolls their head and shrugs.

Sp: Hey, I’m game. But you can back out, if you’d rather. No hard feelings.

GiantFell’s sour smirk grows wider. He sets his feet apart. So does Sprocket.

The fight begins. GiantFell throws some barbed bones at Sprocket, who ducks and hops around them with the flexibility of a wobble board. One of them narrowly misses their shoulder. They run half a circle around their opponent to get at an unprotected side, but he instantly clocks what they’re trying to do. He turns and rushes at Sprocket. Sprocket dashes back on their heel and tries hard to counter the savage monster that lunges with its claws over and over, closer and closer. His pinprick red eyes stare into Sprocket’s acrylic ones.

GF: I confess, I’ve never seen anything like you before. But I can guess at what’s hiding inside that ramshackle suit of armor. However much skeleton you may have in you, you’re just a paper-thin little ghost playing the brave knight.

A heavy clenching sound makes the spectating crowd jump. The two combatants stand at the edge of the ring. GiantFell towers over Sprocket with a claw wrenched down on their left arm. The same arm has its fingers wrapped around the giant’s breastplate in a desperate gesture of control. Their other arm is splayed to the side for balance. They’re leaned back past their center of gravity by over a foot, and their feet are an inch from a ring-out.

GiantFell leers for a moment.

GF: Don’t worry. I won’t let this end that easily.

He steps back to pull Sprocket in for more punishment.

Or, he tries. His legs go, but the rest of him doesn’t. He tugs harder. Sprocket doesn’t move a bit.

Still holding onto the ribcage, Sprocket takes two steps forward to straighten up. Each step lands with the full weight of Sprocket’s metal body–heavy thuds against the stone floor. Tiny pebbles leap from the vibrations. As the giant strains to retract, Sprocket pulls him closer as if to share a secret.

Sp: And ghosts… can float.

They reel up a knee and kick GiantFell to the center of the ring, letting him take the arm with him. A long attached chain simultaneously unravels from Sprocket’s shoulder. Then, it suddenly runs out, yanking GF harshly in the opposite direction. The crowd can’t help jeering a bit as the beast comes very close to falling on his face. Sprocket’s left hand lets go, pulling the chain away a little with their right. They wait for their opponent to regain his footing. He looks up with daggers where the pinpricks were. Sprocket looks back at him with a stone face and eyes laced with something all too familiar. Contempt. Ridicule. Scorn.

GiantFell snarls and raises a wave of sharpened bones from the floor that thunders toward Sprocket. Long before it can reach them, they send a signal down their chain-arm. In the blink of an eye, it expands, exposes a layer of hidden components, and reforms as a flail head. Sprocket draws it across the arena with all their might. It shatters the bones and almost catches the sender by the ankles. They throw it again. And again. They hit the giant. They miss. They hit again. It shouldn’t be this easy to hit a target this way, but Sprocket has clearly had practice. GiantFell slings a metacarpal dart whenever he can, but they all whiff. He tries to grab the chain once, but it’s electrified. The wrecking ball doesn't let up until a stray sweep lands it buried in the floor near some spectators. Everyone’s okay, though.

Sp: Oh! (Crap.) Sorry!

GiantFell has already taken his opening. He body checks Sprocket’s left side at top speed. They hit the floor with a short ear-splitting skid. Their shoulder is dented, and they’re disoriented. The chain struggles to retract. They get their wits back just in time to block a flurry of vengeful attacks. They keep it up as they slowly pull their arm back in place and get to their feet.

Combat becomes much closer quarters. They trade bones and blows with equal ferocity. Between the snapping of his jaws in Sprocket’s face, GiantFell finds time to banter.

GF: What a surprise! You’re more interesting than I thought.

He sweeps a leg at Sprocket, who springs back light as a feather.

GF: Your prowess is adequate and… creative, I’ll give you that. But what I want to know is where you got that look in your eye.

Sprocket ignores him.

The giant springs a floor trap of curled bones on them. They leap back again, less gracefully than before. The sound of joints finessing 2,000 pounds of metal rings out. Music to his ears. They’re getting tired.

Sprocket takes the defensive for a while, giving GiantFell more room to talk.

GF: You know, I think I like it here. Most of you weaklings will never know the true challenges of survival until a child with a knife comes to your door. But this at least gives you a taste of what it’s like to wonder when you’ll be thrown into the ring with death. They all cower and shiver and take their stand before me like they’ve already lost.

Sprocket bashes a barbed bone club with their wrist, raining white shards and dust before their determined face.

GF: But you… You get it, don’t you? What have you lost? What have you seen that killed the part of you that cowers?

Sp: You talk like a flower I know.

The two wind up in a grapple, struggling to overcome each other’s strength. Sprocket’s rivets and coils groan.

The giant narrows his eyes.

GF: Why hold yourself back?

He glances at Sprocket’s cousins, still watching placidly from the bleachers.

GF: It only weakens you further.

Sp: The people I protect are what make me strong.

The giant nods almost imperceptibly.

GF: While your resolve lasts. But there are bigger things out there. In the dark. You’ll see sooner or later, if you haven’t already.

Sp: You disgust me.

Sprocket gives him more of that cold stare. Then, it turns into a smile. A powerful electric shock cracks between the combatants’ palms, prodding GiantFell to back away.

Sp: Ha! I got you twice!

GiantFell recalculates as Sprocket approaches. Magenta lightning leaps between their cheek and temple, chin and chest, ribs and spine, and any crack he’s managed to make in their armor. Their black synthetic hair begins to stand on end. Their ruby soul glows hot in their chest.

This is where the fight gets feral. It’s a blur of magic, bones, boots, and fangs. The aura around Sprocket grows so heavy that it looks like GiantFell is trying to tear apart a dying sun. Electricity arcs everywhere, within feet of the spectators. The combatants throw all of their remaining strength and agility at one another, pushing themselves to top each other’s moves without thinking much about the one that comes after. GiantFell isn’t unused to this kind of reactive combat, letting instinct carry him through. It isn’t until he catches Sprocket’s eyes again that a full thought forms.

He can see the magic of their soul burning through the acrylic. His other opponent’s colors were green and blue. Kindness and integrity. Weakness. Anyone where he comes from would be afraid and ashamed to show anything but red–determination, survival, power. He’s seen lots of shades of red in his time.

He’s never seen a red quite like this.

Away from his line of focus, Sprocket prepares a sucker punch with white hot knuckles. It rockets toward him with as much sureness and weight as it can carry. GiantFell then leans–or falters, hard to say–out of the way and shoves his foot upside Sprocket’s jaw instead.

Steel bends and snaps throughout their torso. The crowd cringes with sympathetic pain.

Sprocket stumbles backward, holding their neck like it needs the help to do its job. They’re fighting to stay standing. GiantFell laughs maniacally.

However, before anyone can get too worried about Sprocket, the laughter trickles away. The giant passes out and lays still on the floor of the ring. Sprocket has won. The entire arena cheers.

As the unseen hand picks the loser up off the floor, the victor manages to find enough balance to walk. Being made vertical helps GiantFell regain consciousness, though he’s still groggy.

Sprocket approaches with calm light steps and extends with their better arm to shake.

Sp: Good match.

The giant just starts laughing again, maybe misunderstanding or unbelieving that he lost. It doesn’t matter. He’s out like a light again before Sprocket can put their hand back down.

They head to the bleachers, glad that’s over. Sitting down, their overworked armature finally gets a rest. The twins, free from the spell cast by the fight, instantly start assessing damage.

Kanover: You okay?

Cronus: Happy you got that out of your system?

Sp: Yeah, yeah.

Pretty much everything is bent or dented or scratched, but that’s no big deal. Sprocket’s always been a rough-and-tumble kid.

They look deeper. Sprocket rolls their eyes patiently as their head is pushed aside to make it easier to see down their collar.

Cr: Oh, wow. Did he detach your back muscles?

Kanover reaches in and pulls out a cluster of load-bearing contraptions of greasy rough steel as thick as your wrist.

Ka: Like three of them.

Cr: Okay, better hop out so we can fix it.

He taps Sprocket’s shoulder with the flat of his hand. A pink ghost with most of a blue skeleton inside phases out of the metal suit and hovers nearby. They wait, glancing back at the ring as the unseen hand removes GiantFell from the arena. After loitering quietly for a bit, they decide to leave and disappear between the bleachers.

This is when Doc realizes he’s been staring at them since the match ended.

He goes looking for them. There are corridors behind the rows of seats in this big weird unfamiliar space they’ve all found themselves in. He heads down the one where Sprocket went, follows it around a few corners, and finds the little ghost sitting alone against the wall.

They look… sad. Curled up with their head on what would be their knees, staring at nothing. Doc considers leaving them be, but they notice him before he can back away.

Doc: Hello, there.

Sp: Uh, hi. It’s you.

Their voice is so much higher and thinner without their body. Doc can’t guess them being older than 16.

He tries to be unintimidating (hard for a guy his size). He crouches down.

Doc: That was impressive. You’re a clever fighter.

Sp: Thanks.

Doc: And a brave one.

They look away.

Sp: I know a bully when I see one.

Doc: What’s the matter? Is it that you didn’t get the final blow?

Doc can remember a time when that would’ve kept him awake fuming all night.

Sp: No, I don’t care about that. The stuff he said was just stupid, that’s all.

Doc waits, sensing that there’s more.

Sprocket weighs what to say. Maybe this one, of all people, might understand.

Sp: He’s right, though.

Doc: About what?

Sp: I like fighting. I shouldn’t, but I do.

Doc: I don’t think that’s bad, necessarily. It’s been keeping us all sane here so far.

Sp: No, I mean… violence. You know? Whatever makes humans the way they are and makes us act like they do.

Doc was hoping they didn’t mean that.

Sprocket’s soft skeleton face twists bitterly.

Sp: My home is… We’re long past where we should have had our happy ending. Things are bad, and there’s no one left to save us. I have to be what people need and help them, but the harder I try the more this… evil thing comes out of me when I get mad. And I hate it when people know how to get it out of me. That guy was spoiling for an ugly fight, and I gave him one. He wanted to mess with me, and I let him. He won.

Doc: I doubt he feels that way now.

Sp: Then we both lost.

They bury their head in their knees again.

Doc watches them for a moment, then sits next to them against the wall.

Doc: Well, if being scared and frustrated makes you evil, I guess I’ve been pretty evil too. Even the part of me that wasn’t already like that guy in there.

Sprocket refuses to be cheered by that.

Sp: I have to be better than this.

Doc: Or else what? The world will end?

Sp: Basically!

Sprocket splays their hands with exasperation.

Doc: And nobody’s trying but you?

Sp: Of course everyone’s trying, but what if it’s not enough without me? Nobody has power like I do. I have to use it for something worthwhile, don’t I? Especially with all the problems and changes and… freaking evil flowers that keep attacking my cousins.

Doc: But then using that power too much makes you “evil”.

Sprocket gets quiet again.

Sp: I just don’t want them to see me not… not the way I want them to. I want to just be good. The twins kind of already know, and I don’t even know any of the people here. But there have been a few times at home where I almost got found out.

Doc: Found out being “evil”.

Sp: Yeah.

Doc: Found out feeling frustrated and scared in a time where everything is frustrating and scary?

Sp: …

Sp: I–But what if–

Doc: Do you wanna know the secret to getting under people’s skin? How they keep getting the “evil” out when they want it?

Sprocket just looks at him.

Doc: It only works if they know you’re scared of it.

Sprocket leans back against the wall as that sinks in.

Sp: Oh.

Doc: I used to be really afraid of what people would see. If I wasn’t all determination and power. Or if I wasn’t actually filled with as much boundless confidence and brilliant strategy or whatever it was I thought I was supposed to have. But even in difficult times, trying to keep all of it up ended up making me a much worse person than just letting people know what I really am.

Sp: And what are you?

Doc: Silly.

Sprocket can’t fight a smile.

Doc: And not always very bright or brave or tough. But I do get to be me more often, and I haven’t had any complaints or apocalypses yet. And I’m sure your cousins would appreciate not having to put you back together again.

Sp: It does kind of happen a lot.

Doc: So you agree?

Sprocket lolls their head to the side again, feigning deep thought.

Sp: Fine. You win.

Doc extends a hand.

Doc: Good fight.

They shake.

Sprocket heads back to their family, gliding through the air with youthful energy. It makes Doc feel the aches and age in his bones.

As he walks back, a thought occurs to him. Was there anything to that last thing GiantFell said? About Sprocket having seen something that would make them give in to malice entirely? Something the flower would know. Something outside the world they were meant to see. Sprocket’s reaction at the time makes him uneasy. As does the fact that they kept up a facade of weakness and naivety even before any real threat emerged. Just in case.

He looks up at the absent roof of the arena, at the endless blackness of the Void.

For the sake of his own family, who now live outside of any normal world, it may be worth finding out. But he supposes now may not be the right time to ask.

Problems for later, he tells himself.

He goes to find his brothers.

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So this was a casual idea-vomiting session with a friend that got away from me real quick lmao. (My friend loved reading it, by the way. I didn't just leave them in the dust with thousands of words.)

As it turns out, I enjoy coming back to this era of au madness a whole lot. I may do it more often in the future.

Many of the characters I play with are regulars pulled from other people's aus and hcs. But Doc, GiantFell, Sprocket, the twins, and Blinker are all of my own invention (with consideration for obvious influences like regular Fell and Inktale). Feel free to play with them yourself if you want, though.

Anyway, thanks for reading.

[rroechan]

Messrs. Shipwright & Seuss

Magic detective OCs

me rambling below (theres a lot)

originally, they were hp fan characters, with houses, wands, patronuses and everything but for varying reasons, they evolved past that and I basically made up a whole world, similar but not entirely. a Lot of changes were just me fixing and then adding waaay too much detail into the magic system (because I go rabid for world building)

eg. i threw that whole witch = girl, wizard = boy thing FAR out the window. Those are basically titles now that classifies what sort of magic user are you. Regular peeps are Mages, 'Wizard' is basically like a phd, Witches are homeschooled, Warlocks are the equivalent to 'fucked around, found out'. I could go more in depth if ppl r interested,,,

Dr.Shipwright

one on the right

pseud Jeers Shipwright, real name Noah Silkryce

Holds the title of wizard, is an actual genuine doctor whom specialises in the treatment and study of magic cores (a magic user's source of magic located very literally inside their bodies)

he lives in the two story apartment above the storefront thats basically their detective office

his apartment is meant for like a family of 4 but he has So Many Books. Even copies of the same book because theyre "collector's edition" or something other. My god, one quarter of his collection is untouched and still in their packaging because he hasnt finished the ones hes already opened yet.

He'll read about anything you throw at him but he enjoys fiction the most

Eccentric (read, i projected all of my neurodivergence onto him)

aside from loving books to no end, he also enjoys wearing funky patterns. different coloured & patterned socks, arcade floor pants, etc etc. Even at a funeral, if you looked close enough, his necktie has black cat patterns on it.

(He started doing it cause one of his favourite book characters did it. Perseus is ever grateful Noah didnt pick up the character's accent as well)

he looks charming but has nearly zero social skills. Best part is that its not that he doesnt try, he just doesnt bother with it. he leaves all the talking part to Perseus

Mr. Seuss

one on the left

pseud Seuss Dreammaker, real name Perseus O. Coy

Originally part of the Magic Police but left to join Noah in becoming a detective duo. He still retains some favorability from the magic police, specifically the current police chief whom he used to apprentice under.

She, the police chief, is one of the ways the two get their cases

While Noah uses a wand for most magic, Perseus uses a foil sword disguised as a cane

the magic police use magic swords.

Perseus also just. Knows fencing cause hes from a pureblood richie magic family

yea theres blood politics in this too but in the timeline, its cooled waaay the fuck down by the time Noah and Perseus got out of secondary school

coming from a pureblood family, his tastes lean a bit more to the expensive side, especially for food.

him and his parents travelled a lot thus Perseus having a very broad flavour pallette. At some point he'd began his own secret little food journal rating and writting down dishes and recipes he's picked up. (he learnt how to cook purely because the school food was far too bland. Just imagine younger him as that one person on tiktok who cooked a wellington in their dorm)

He acts plenty reserved but he can be very excitable when it comes to new things, not just food. Though, he doesn't show it well unless prompted to.

"Decorum, remember decorum" old lessons die hard. His form of being excited or interested is just very subdued, Noah is always first to notice and will push Perseus into trying something.

I wanted to say that Noah is "La la la la" and Perseus is "Ok ok ok ok" but I failed to clarify that they're both cousins, related by their great-grandparents. This isn't something I threw in, this is relevant to the plot and how they meet each other

one last fun fact abt these two: they're technically legacy characters based off my other hp ocs who are like, great-grand uncle and aunts to these two.

its a nightmare, its insanity, but its very funny to me

[gear-project]

Jack Garland versus Sol Badguy, who would WIN?

WHOA.... that's a QUESTION!

You're talking about the "very first" Final Fantasy Antagonist who reincarnated himself in to a Time Loop (not unlike Ragna the BloodEdge)... and not only that, it's "Where's Chaos?" JACK of Stranger of Paradise, no less!

Really it's a question of what "Chaos" or rather "Darkness" really is?

Chaos itself has been likened unto the factor that gives Humans the ability to have Emotions.

The reasons "Jack" could do most of what he does is because he had the strange ability to turn anything he touched in to Crystals... similar to the ability to Purify Souls (something a Valkyrie can do in Valkyrie Profile).

He absorbed a TON of memories (which is why he's so strong from a technical standpoint) as those Memories/Darkness are part of what turned him in to Chaos in the first place.

Crystals can "house" memories and darkness energy, so the fact Jack can turn anything he wants in to a Crystal and absorb whatever it was that was crystallized, means he basically "almost" has an unlimited battery of power.

That's "very similar" to the basic nature of GEAR cells, if you think about it! An unlimited battery of power.

However, unlike Sol Badguy, Jack doesn't harness "Magic" from his body directly... while Sol's "internal power" acts as a conduit straight from the Backyard.

It wouldn't be the first time for Sol to fight a Time Paradox "and win"... so keep that in mind.

But, if you factored in Jack's unique ability to change "Job Classes" mid-fight... he might just prove a challenge for Sol. Not to mention his almost "telekinetic" ability to control Darkness...

And, lest we FORGET that Garland once wielded a "massive sword" that could transform in to an AXE, a SPEAR, and even a kind of ersatz CHAIN CLAW (from his Dissidia days). His sword "Rebellion" could even shoot Magic like a GUN... not unlike Sol's "OutRage Mark 2".

Sol currently struggles with "Magic experts", to say the least... so if Jack ended up using lots of Magic in his fighting style, it might prove a problem even for a natural fighter like Sol...

That is... until we factored in DRAGON INSTALL...

Sol's Dragon Install could melt a whole village and probably Jack's Armor if he grew hot enough... of course, that all assumes Jack was fighting Sol while he still had the Flame of Corruption "Divine Seed" inside his body.

At Sol's "peak" even if Jack threw the hottest Magics at him, Sol could probably come back for more and give his best and then some.

Sol might even be strong enough to break Jack's sword!

Of course... Jack would most certainly "knock" Sol "down" a few times... but a good warrior will ALWAYS get right back UP.

Especially considering Sol's "Volcanic Viper" as a REVERSAL!

But just as "Roses never Die", neither do Gears (or at least, very easily)...

And the "Fantasy" isn't necessarily "Final" when all is said and done...

So this would be a long fight...

The deciding factor would most likely be Jack's MP.

"MP?" you ask.

Magic Points... just like with Ultima Weapon (or Atma Weapon for you enthusiasts)... the battle doesn't end based on HP, but when the MP runs out.

If Jack runs out of Magic, compared to Sol... the win would go to Sol.

But... what if Sol runs out of Magic?

Hard to say if that would ever happen, BUT IT COULD...

Of course, if Sol got his hands on several cannisters of Zilpods... he could probably blow Jack in to the next Dimension with the OutRage... and knowing how Jack's power works, Jack would probably SURVIVE the BLAST!

In all probability the fight would end in a DRAW in that case... since Jack isn't interested in invading other peoples' Dimensions if he can help it and just minds his own world.

The feeling's probably mutual for Sol.

[xxjack099xx]

Ch 3 EXTRA: survive

<<"We need your allowance for something"

>>...

<<"Come on, it's for the future of the entire world!"

>>... you know my answer, i gave you everything you needed to act, including the intention, the power, and the reason to use it.

<<"So is that a yes?"

Return true;

Frisk looked around: they were in a swamp- no, a dumpster. they tried to get up, but their bones hurt too much. then, after looking more, they saw:

They crawled to the spot it fell and looked inside.

Resisting the urge to eat the whole pie instantly, they put some of the powder toriel gave them for emergency on the bandage and applied it on their back the best they could. The powder reacted to the bandage and dissipated into their body, not recovering HP, but making them feel less pain. Then they put the rest of the magic powder on the pie and finally ate it. They felt really good: their HoPe was getting back up and their stomach was now a bit more satisfied. They hadn't eaten for what seemed to be days.

They gathered all their determination and started walking. They didn't know where to go yet, but they knew for sure they needed to go back to the surface. Something inside them was asking them to, it was guiding them the whole time.

END EXTRA

This little story takes place between chapter 3's part 2 and 3. Frisk was running away from an armored knight when they fell down. Who can the voices be? Who is guiding them throughout her journey?

[red-red-spout]

Thoughts on the 1986 dnd immortals set module The Immortal Storm, because there’s a pdf on the internet archive and I read it

Beginning of adventure sets pattern of bad puzzle players told to solve but they can just use INT checks or uses wishes to get the DM to tell them the answer, and even if they don’t the ultra-powerful npc’s sitting next to them do it for them anyways because they’re better and stronger and smarter in every possible way

Then what players are actually supposed to do is presented - capture all five of the sensations in some special form from a special plane, storing them inside magic daggers … in rare element of actual choice, players given the opportunity to choose which they tackle first

First up, part 1, is the plane of fire, where they’re supposed to obtain “essence of sight from a new star”

Weird take on the plane of fire, ig, where it’s literally just a galaxy of stars except the stars are like, cold chemical fires instead of hot fusion ones…

In what sets a pattern for rest of adventure, first challenge is literally just “use this one specific spell” (in this case, teleporting to one of the suns)

Players can Wish to find out Elemaster (mcguffin-dispensing npc)’s star or teleport to a random, definitely wrong one, but the adventure doesn’t seem to specify any actual difference - seems to imply either way players just talk to local ruler and he summons the Elemaster

For some reason fire protection is presented as a choice between… burning for the rest of the adventure or losing your antimagic abilities while keeping it up? Do players just have absurdly high hp pools, otherwise not sure how this is a choice exactly. Also as standard you need to enhance spells with Wish for them to work, which is so common here it honestly seems like they really ought to stop calling it Wish and start referring to them as like Epic Spell Slots

Setting another pattern the setting is kind of… monochrome.. “Starworlds” the players land on are oceans made of fire, with islands also made of fire, inhabited by elementals, who are sentient shapes made of fire, and also fire giants (who are actually disguised fire dragons) and lesser phoenixes

Again, as is general pattern for this adventure, only way to progress is for players to tell local ultra-powerful npc they’re immortals, which results in them immediately being directed to next step

Elemaster of fire, omnipotent god of plane, challenges player to wrestling match which might be fun but again doesn’t matter if players win or lose because, again fitting general pattern he gives them answer either way

Next up, Part 2, is “essence of sound from a tonal” - tonals are essentially living vibrations, native to a plane which is essentially a giant instrument, with the strings represented “portrays”, giant “ladders” where each “rung” is hundreds of feet apart - the players start out trapped on one of those portrays, between two rungs which they can’t cross - the portrays are sort of locally 1d, giant columns where it’s impossible to move off the portrays, and so the pc’s are stuck there until a tonal npc comes along to teach them how to teleport between the portrays

Entire midsection of the adventure consists entirely of a long series of puzzles, the answers to most of which are polymorphing into something and then hitting the friendly guide npc tonal in that form to produce a specific sound - I think they’re all somewhat opaque musical notation references? - and the answers to the others are logic puzzles which, again, the local npc’s have already solved and so it’s totally meaningless whether or not the players actually figure them out

The tonals are organized in a strict hierarchical system, living in perpetual fear of deviating from the norm in any way, in which case they’ll be either demoted to a lower caste or deemed “atonal” and sentenced to execution.. End of the adventure is helping a tonal aristocrat find and execute one of these “atonals”, whose skin you then harvest as the mcguffin for this section

Part 3 is harvesting the essence of taste from a notional - “creatures of pure thought”, which is to say they’re invisible gaseous beings who each embody a specific… notion… like impatience, or certainty. They live in their home plane, which is an empty expanse of air, the only feature being a cloud or two

Module starts by talking about how this section of the adventure will have no combat, and then immediately follows it up with detailed combat rules

The notion stuff seems probably more fun than the rest of the adventure, roleplaying with weird emotion-beings and whatnot, though it seems a bit hard to do much in what it is repeatedly emphasized to be a literally featureless plain… it’s also much shorter than the rest of the module, and the notional of taste (in the sense of snobbery), and literally just gives them the essence (unless they’re rude, in which case it send other notionals to attack them and then gives it to them anyways)

For Part 4 it’s going to an Elemaster again, this time of Earth, in order to gain the essence of touch

Again take on the elemental planes seems to be as like, regular universe except all the planets are made of one element exclusively, which is… not extremely interesting honestly but it’s slightly different from later depictions

Conversation with the barrier-gates seems to imply level and hit-dice is entirely diegetic information which is, a take

Being crushed by the moon orbiting inside the elemaster planet seems to be, so far, the only place where an explicit point of failure is given so far, that being if the players are too stupid to figure out that they should simply cast a spell to dodge the moon

The thing with the giant bug-hivemind impersonating the earth elemaster, while the elemaster is also there and also trying to contact the players, seems like an interesting setup - would certainly be more-so if it wasn’t just “hivemind attacks the moment the players enter the room, a bunch of superior NPC immortals arrive to solve the problem”

Section 6, last leg of the adventure, has them going straight to actual earth to get the Essence of Smell, where the players have no magic except for their immortal powers, so instead of omnipotent wizard-gods with every spell in the book they merely have all the powers of Superman + mind-control/fear rays

Apparently they do the like, walking dead thing where fantasy fiction doesn’t exist on this Earth so people aren’t calling the wizards gandalf and merlin

I totally forgot about the edgelord DMPC (Drakk, the Winged Fury, Master of Entropy( (who the dm is explicitly told to make as important as possible)) until the introduction of section 6 where he’s stated to shapeshift into a “6 foot, 6-inch-tall [sic]... alluring female with jet black skin and pure white hair”

First time in the module players expected to actually try thinking up a plan for executing a raid, with multiple possible approaches pointed out by the text ..

Only place on the planet portals can open is apparently the new york subway, where the players immediately get mugged

“Encounters in this area may be prompted by the characters' skin color”

…nobody in new york has ever heard of Skokie? Like, in the entire city?

Anyways yeah new york section obviously best part of adventure, and by that I mean only actually playable one.

There’s a giant worm kaiju destroying new york - which the dm is instructed to have the edgelord dmpc to respond to by stealing the essence daggers, jumping through the portal, and covering his escape by sicking both the gangbangers (which he’s able to do immediately because of his dark skin) and the cops (by telling them you’re terrorists) on you simultaneously - but don’t worry, even if you found out and killed him before he could escape his ghost is still there to tell you how the gate works

After that is the xp section, where the writer tells you the one correct way you’re allowed to play the adventure and doles out exp based on the degree to which they did what he wanted them to

You get xp rewards for “Giving the breve Eabretu the honor and respect appropriate to his Eternal status.“

For context this is the Tonal aristocrat who has you execute a political dissident on his behalf

Then there’s the epilogue portion… first players thrown in a battle-royale to figure out who gets the honor of combining the mcguffins to kill the namesake “Immortal Storm”

The final scene is an explicitly unwinnable battle against an infinite number of ghost dogs, lasting until the player (singular- whoever won the arena battle) is knocked out and the hierarch then instakills the entire hoard with a snap of their fingers because the players aren’t allowed to ever actually accomplish anything

Anyways in conclusion - some cool ideas like the moon-tunnel and the music-string dimension, the real-world section sounds like it’d actually be fun, you could not pay me to play with whatever guy wrote this

Wait he literally won an award for best dungeon master?

[sailtomarina]

Grazing Winter Herbs and Other Delights

Neville x Hermione | @hp-yuletide-bliss Day 13: Reindeer tracks | WC 1932 | Rating: T

“Thanks for coming, Neville. I know you’re pretty busy these days–”

He waved a dismissive hand. “I’m actually not as busy as you might think, and I’m always available to help a friend.”

“Still, thank you. I really don’t know what to make of what I found.”

She was of course referring to the gigantic holes in her herb garden. Neville hand helped her when she’d first moved out into the countryside, suggesting flowers and vegetables that not only suited her personality and diet, but also were moderately easy to care for. It wasn’t that Hermione was a beginner, she’d scored nearly as well as he in Herbology, but that she was the busier of the two. Neville couldn’t count the number of times they’d had to reschedule planting at the start. Frankly, he thought the Ministry was taking advantage of her hard work ethic, but it wasn’t really his place to say anything.

Where once there were several thriving bushes of thyme were now holes in the garden bed. Gone, too, were the chives and sorrel.

“I’ve checked for all the usual suspects: porlocks, mooncalves. None of them apply!”

“I see you’ve also erected the fencing I recommended since I was last here,” Neville said in approval, looking at the perimeter of cedar posts. It wouldn’t be enough to keep out the truly tenacious, but was a good enough deterrent for most creatures. “Have you considered any charms?”

“I have, but I thought I’d consult you first before going that route. I know there are certain magical plants that don’t do well with some charms.”

He beamed at her in pride. So she had been listening to him in the past. Granted, it was Hermione, the paragon of the perfect student, but still. It wasn’t often that Neville felt truly accepted when he went on one of his spiels. 

She gave him that cute little grin of hers that did something funny to his insides and playfully punched him in the arm. “What do you take me for?”

“I’ll take whatever you offer me.”

The words were out of his mouth without a thought, and he wanted to reel them back in the second they were out. Hermione appeared just as surprised as he, her eyebrows jumping high on her forehead and breath making in an audible woosh.

“Nev!”

He sighed in relief as she laughed, though it sounded a bit awkward together with how she looked away from him as she did so. He tried to not feel disappointed. There’d been inklings of interest, he’d thought, as they labored in the soil together. Lingering hands, teasing comments erring on the side of flirtation. A large part of him had hoped for some kind of progress tonight when he’d received her invitation. 

Perhaps, it was too soon. Perhaps, it was wishful thinking.

“Why don’t I take a look around and see what else we might have on our hands?” He turned away from her before she could meet his eyes once more. It was better he not look for what wasn’t clearly there.

Unlike the packed dirt on the opposite side of the planter. Clearly pressed into the ground were two hoof prints.

Huh.

He circled around looking for more tracks, but there were none to be found. He was lucky to have seen any at all, since most of the garden was covered in loose wood chips to stave off pests. So why was this one section uncovered?

“Hermione, come look at this.”

She joined him where he stood bent. “Oh! What’s this?”

Squatting down, she waved her wand in an intricate series of motions over the hoof prints. Moments later, a shimmering image appeared in the air before them.

“Is that…a deer?” Neville cocked his head in fascination. Of all critters, he hadn’t expected one of the most obvious threats to gardens. Hermione’s quick inhale had him looking over at her in alarm. “What?”

“I might be mad, but I think that’s a deer track.”

He swung back around to inspect the image once more. “Huh. I think you might be right.”

“Do you suppose it just jumped over my fence? I thought wild deer were extinct here, though I have heard of reindeer farms in Scotland.”

This time it was Neville turn to look at Hermione in amusement.

“What?”

“What about flying reindeer?”

The transitioning expressions on her face were comical to observe. First, her brow crinkled in what he thought to be disbelief. She frowned, her mouth dropping open before shutting again. Her head tilted, hands moving to her hips in that stance she’d perfected growing up and now seldomly used. Neville couldn’t help but grin at the sight of it once more.

“Neville Longbottom, have you lost the plot? There’s no such thing as a flying reindeer. That’s a myth, just like Father Christmas.”

“According to who?”

“According to everyone? I learned he wasn’t real when I was barely three-years-old!”

Neville hummed in understanding. “What if I told you that he’s considered very real in the Wizarding World?”

“I’d say you’re barmy.” She winked to soften the slight, and he warmed at the reassurance.

“He was a real wizard, just as magical as you and me, and he flew around in a sleigh pulled by reindeer. Some stories are based in fact, you know.”

She gaped at him, hands now dropped at her side. He would have laughed if he didn’t already know better. He simply waited her out, continuing to hold his smile.

“Well, my goodness. I don’t even know what to think.”

“I’m happy to share some other known facts if you’re interested.”

She nodded slowly and looked back down at the tracks on the ground. “So you’re saying these flying reindeer landed in my garden, forcefully enough to clear the woodchips I might add, and ate all my herbs?”

“‘I’m saying just that.”

“That’s,” she let out an incredulous laugh, “beyond anything I would have ever considered. I would have even thought of the legendary Hogwarts yeti before a flying reindeer!”

This time it was Neville’s turn to give her a blank look.

“What? Hagrid never told you about the yeti that’s often been seen around the castle in the winter?”

“No….” Was she having him ‘round the bend?

She nodded solemnly. “Ask any of the professors or ghosts. There have been stories about the Hogwarts yeti for ages. You can read all about it in the school records.”

Of course Hermione would have read school records of decades past, probably even centuries. Neville wasn’t sure why he was even surprised anymore, but that was just how she was. It was a large part of what he loved about her most: her inquisitive mind, a compassion for absolutely anyone and everyone in need, her unwavering loyalty and friendship. He couldn’t imagine not having Hermione in his life. He wanted her in his life everyday.

“You still have some bunches of mallowsweet left; I’m surprised they didn’t go after those first.”

Should he just go ahead and ask her?

“You’re right! That is curious.” She came around closer to him to inspect the innocuous plant. Neville had suggested she grow them as pollinators. He’d assured her that they were hardy and could survive almost any climate thrown at them. “I wonder if there’s some inherent defensive quality that deters grazers.”

The Herbologist in him could have pointed out mallowsweet leaves offered very little in the form of flavor or purpose for potion making. Chances were the reindeer hadn’t even been interested. He’d tried smoking mallowsweet with Hannah and Susan in Fourth Year to little effect. Whatever properties it afforded was still a mystery.

The man in him recognized an opportunity and decided to take it.

“What do you say we hold a stake out and see if any reindeer return to finish the job?” 

Eyes the color of rich dark chocolate looked up at him from beneath thick lashes. She smelled just as sweet–or was that the mallowsweet?

“Like an overnight kind of stake out?”

He slowly let his breath out, willing himself not to give away his nerves or appear too excited. “Something like that.”

“Are you free tonight?”

His heart was threatening to leap right out his chest.

“I can be.”

She looked up fully at him now, a coy smile playing on her lips. “Should I ready binoculars and disguises?”

“What are binoculars?”

A tinkle of laughter cascaded down like a refreshing morning mist. “They’re like portable telescopes you can wear around your neck. Or omnioculars, if you’ve ever used those, but without the fancy slow and rewind features.”

He chuckled, now understanding the silly image she painted. “Somehow, I think the reindeer won’t require either. We can just watch from the comfort of your home.” He looked over towards the window of the cottage where he could already make out a window seat just made for reading. It looked large enough for two people to easily fit. “Remind me later that I have some trailing houseplants you’d really like. They’d go perfect with your little alcove.”

She followed his line of sight, then looked back up at him and stepped closer. “Your expertise applies to interior decoration, as well?”

Just recently, he’d outfitted the entirety of Pansy Parkinson’s opulent Diagon penthouse with all manner of exotic houseplants and far too many holly berries. He’d barely escaped with his dignity intact; she’d been set on thanking him personally with the insistence that Galleons weren’t enough to display her gratitude. There was something intensely terrifying about her talon-sharp nails and the click of her heels against granite as she prowled after him.

Neville gulped and tried not to infer anything from the innocent question. “I’ve given advice to others before.”

“Do you do that often?” He couldn’t quite put a finger on it, but Neville was certain Hermione was implying something other than just the obvious. There was a shine to her eyes that reminded him a bit of Pansy, only he hoped this one reflected his own interest.

“Only for friends who ask and clients who pay very well.”

“I didn’t ask, though.”

There was a long strand of hair that had escaped her hair tie, and he couldn’t help but reach out and twirl the end around his fingers. There was no missing the way her breath caught at the action, or how she now looked up at him, lips parted, like she was wanting.

He couldn’t hide the truth from her now, not with her looking at him like that, not with the silky cinnamon curls clinging to his knuckles like they didn’t want to let go.

“You’re special.”

“I think you’re pretty special, too, Nev,” she said softly.

Her eyes dropped to his mouth and she licked her lips.

“Hermione?”

“Yeah?” The question was a whisper between them. Was she rising up towards him, or was he lowering down?

“I’d really, really like to kiss you, but I don’t want to be too forward.”

They were mere inches away now, close enough for him to imagine what she might taste like. Did she taste as sweet as the smell enveloping them both? What kind of pretty sounds would she make?

“Consider this my invitation.” Fingers curled into the front of his wool cloak and tugged him the final stretch.

Whether it was reindeer or another creature completely who partook of Hermione’s herbs, Neville would have to express his gratitude personally one day. Their excellent taste had afforded him his own chance to indulge, which he did with relish.

Cross-posted on Tumblr and AO3.

I absolutely adore Nevmione. The idea of a man with the confidence and expertise to overhaul an entire garden and greenhouse is just…OOOMPH. Grow things for me, baby. Show me those strong hands and shoulders! What better kind of partner to share a home and future with?

I actually grew up in Alaska where we do have reindeer farms and wild caribou. They’ve always been one of my favorite type of deer, alongside moose, which are also in abundance. I used to go to the LARS (large animal research station) at UAF to see them and the musk ox, especially in the spring with the yearlings. Did you know reindeer gobble up lichen like candy?

[shadowlineswriting]

Rowling

I’m going to handle J.K. Rowling in two posts. She’s most known for creating the Harry Potter universe, of course, but she also wrote a realistic fiction novel after the initial HP series was done. It’ll be much easier to reflect on the two stories in separate blogs. 

So, Harry Potter. I had a complicated relationship with HP growing up. You see, it was written for my generation (meaning my age group was the first to experience the initial novel). All of my classmates were reading it when it came out. However, I was not allowed. My parents weren’t familiar with it and were concerned, I think, that I’d read HP and believe magic was real. As such, when it was on my Battle of the Books reading list in fifth grade, I was not given permission to read it and consequently had to sit out the part of the Battle that asked the HP questions.

Naturally, all this did was make me insanely curious about the books, especially since they just kept coming out (there are seven in the original series). By the time I’d reached high school it was all anyone could talk about whenever books and movies came up (by then, the first five books and the first three movies had been released). 

My family took a week-long trip to see some friends, and their kids showed me the first three movies (in the middle of the night when the adults were asleep, of course). I was instantly hooked (I defy you to find an 8-14-year-old who loves literature but hates HP). Having seen the first three movies, I was determined now to read the books, even if that meant defying my parents.

I read the first five books at school during study hall and lunch. My friend Caleb would loan them to me and I kept them in my locker to ensure my parents didn’t see a copy in our house. By the time this adventure was done, the sixth book had also come out and the fourth movie was hitting theaters. I really, really wanted to see it, and in my defense, at that point I’d told my parents that I’d read the books (I guess I figured that was a time when it was better to ask forgiveness than permission, since they couldn’t do anything about it by then). Therefore, my dad agreed to go with me to see the fourth movie. My little sister came, too (I have no idea why) and she got so scared by Voldemort that Dad had to take her outside the theater while I sat inside finishing the movie.

Anyway, since everything was out in the open by then, I was able to finish the seventh book when it came out my junior year. I was not allowed to attend the Barnes & Noble midnight launch party with my friends, but my friends were very nice and let me borrow a copy once they were done with it (which, given that it seemed like the whole world was waiting for the last book to come out, was pretty quick). That day I remember teachers giving up completely on getting anyone to pay attention. One of my teachers didn’t even try--she just let us read the books right there in class, I guess knowing that no one would concentrate until we knew whether Harry or Voldemort won the day.

I love the Harry Potter books for the same reason I respect the Twilight books: Rowling did something that no author had ever done. She created something unique that became its own world. To this day, the HP universe is still the highest-grossing literature series of all time and Rowling is the only author to ever break $1 billion (if you Google a list you’ll see that another author pops up, but her money came from inheritances, not book sales, so in my view Rowling wins that contest).

We also own three of the side novels: The Tales of Beedle the Bard, Fantastic Beasts & Where to Find Them, and Quidditch Through the Ages. I’m not a huge fan of fictional supplemental literature, but these are very small--novellas, really--and they’re all first editions, so of course we’re going to keep them.

Say what you will about the story itself, I think it is impossible to respect storytelling and not give Rowlling credit for this incredible thing that she created. It’s on my bucket list to go to Harry Potter World someday, and I honestly cannot wait! 

I have mixed emotions about the fact that HP will next be turned into a seven-series TV show, but I have high hopes. A TV series will give room to stay true to the books in a way the movies never could (they had to cut SO much), but then again, they could really mess this up.

Guess we’ll see! 

[theriverperson]

༻︵‿︵‿ ∘˚˳°∘° Several Hours Later °∘°˳˚∘ ‿︵‿︵༺

It had taken a bit to convince the receptionist that they were who they said they were (with River having to sort through the paperwork inside the small, waterproof bag they kept on them to fish out the document currently functioning as their identification and then having to explain that no, they didn't have a driver's license and one of the managers looking everything over before approving it) and then a further explanation that Gaster was ok (they hoped) they were just very tired, but after all of the fuss they were soon sorted into what River thought was quite the nice room.

Gaster had been carefully placed on the (quite large) singular bed in the room and gently tucked in once River had Checked him (a few times, because what even was that HP value and why did it fluctuate like that and just whaaat?) but despite the clear incomprehensibility that was whatever was going on there (who even had a max that high anyways?!) the important part was that Gaster didn't appear to be in any immediate danger and River might not be a doctor but they were a very experienced healer.

And the first rule of being a good healer was to know when you were out of your depth, as they clearly were right now. Truthfully, they suspected anyone would be because this whole situation had bordered on the absurd, and the only one with any knowledge of what else was appropriate to do was currently asleep.

So, as they relaxed in the large tub within view the bed, their clothing folded carefully off to the side and enjoying the fresh hot spring water, they considered.

What did they know?

One: despite the obvious fluctuations in HP every other sign pointed to Gaster being currently stable but exhausted. It'd felt like trying to heal someone recovering from a lengthy disease or chronic condition more than an injury or anything that could be healed. Where the actual healing of the thing was long over with and the SOUL and one's magic simply needed time to recover.

Two: whatever was in the injection (the needle had been carefully placed on one of the side tables and wrapped up so they wouldn't prick themself with it on accident) had counteracted the black substance that seemed like it was seeping out of him. He appeared to have known in advance it would do that and that it would cause pain.

Three: the black substance was likely both natural and potentially dangerous. Possibly to Gaster but more likely to other people. He seemed worried about others being in danger from it. That there was potential danger from it to Gaster himself was acknowledged but also weighed against River's own observation that it had come from within him and if it was already present, but unseen, then surely it would be doing constant damage to him if it was dangerous to him at all.

Four: nobody had HP values like Gaster did. Not even boss monsters. Also, HP values didn't fluctuate like that unless someone was actively Falling while a healer was trying to prevent them from doing so. Not... not on their own like that. Not without any other physical symptoms. The theory that the black substance could be causing constant damage could explain some of it but not how it went up so rapidly as well.

Which had all led to a tentative conclusion. A few of them, really.

Concusion one: Gaster needed rest more than he needed to undergo the sort of extensive medical examination River really wanted to get him.

Conclusion two: Gaster may be one of those monsters whose magic simply doesn't respond to Checks normally, returning values that make absolutely no sense at best or actively mock at worst.

Conclusion three: If Gaster's condition changed suddenly they were right here to start healing him again and had natural spring water at their disposal to do so.

Sighing, they relaxed further into the water and waited to see if he woke.

Gaster was out.

Sleep didn't come easily for him for a variety of reasons, but the static buzzing of the excess determination drowned out the endless onslaught of information and he could just...

Sleep.

Even if it was probably closer to being unconscious; perfectly still, likely unable to be roused by anything in this world or any other.

He would likely sleep through the trip there and for many hours after that.

[diiavola-archived]

     HEAD  POKES  OUT  OF  HER  OFFICE  WHEN  SHE  HEARS  HER  CLASSROOM  DOOR  OPEN,   knowing  it  would  be  Neville  coming  to  see  her  after  a  long  day   &   a  happy  smile  appears  on  her  features  AT  THE  SIGHT  OF  HIM.   with  a  flick  of  her  wrist,   the  rest  of  her  things  are  packed  in  her  bag  before  it  landed  in  her  hand.   she  meets  him  at  the  bottom  of  the  stairs,   placing  a  SWEET  KISS  to  the  corner  of  his  mouth   &   brushes  a  few  strands  of  hair  from  his  face.   ❝   i  feel  like  i  haven’t  seen  you  all  week.  ❞    there’s  a  SOFT  POUT  on  bright  red  lips,   hand  drifting  down  his  arm  to  slip  her  fingers  between  his.   ❝   STAY  WITH  ME  this  weekend . . . Hogwarts  can  survive  without  you  for  a  couple  days  like  i  had  to.  ❞    teasing  him,   Ravenna  begins  to  walk  towards  the  fireplace  in  anticipation  of  using  the  floo  network  to  get  to  her  apartment  flat  in  London.   ❝   i  promise  homemade  food  for  EVERY  MEAL.   ❞

@almostchosen  gets  a  shippy  starter

[khrystalsnow]

2021 FANFIC RECOMMENDATIONS

Welcome! It's Khystal and because we're nearing the end of the year, I decided to compile a list of (almost) all of the fanfics I've read for the second half of the year. I was really busy with life and school since August, so this is my "sorry I didn't get to post" post. Because this list is so long it gave me so many problems, but eventually, I made the decision to split this into 2 parts because there are about 170 fics in here because all of the members couldn't fit in here! So, in part 2, it's going to be Taehyung's, Jungkook's and any ongoing fics. Lastly, I'm going to be placing all of the authors that I couldn't tag anymore, in the notes area.

The majority of fics are 18+ so MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

(because this list is... EXTREMELY long, I'm bound to make mistakes so please message me and let me know if there are any or links that don’t work!)

❥Part 2

Legend:

Angst-🔪

Smut-🥛

Fluff-🐰

Crack-🍄

Social Media AU-💌

New Favourite-🌷

KIM NAMJOON

all about you by @taegularities 🍄🥛🐰

-fantasy!au, HP!au, strangers to lovers

Try Me by @jjkfire 🐰

-College!AU, Rugby!AU

New Haircut(e), Who Dis? by @alpacaparkaseok 🐰

-boyfriend!Namjoon x reader, namjoon's new hair cut

I Wouldn't Change a Thing by @spicyimagineifs 🐰

-small drabble, Surprise Pregnancy

Office Hours Series by @bonvoyagenoona 🔪🥛🐰🌷

-workplace/office romance, somewhat of a rivalry

docile by @minyfic 🔪🥛🐰

-zookeeper!namjoon x reader, our friend set you up on a date with Kim Namjoon, despite you telling her that he isn’t your type. He’s too sweet. You decide to humor her, and things take a wild turn

bigger & better by @lavienjin 🥛

-taehyung x reader & namjoon x reader, roommates, threesome au

So This Is What Makes Life Divine by @jinpanman 🔪🐰

-royalty!au, cinderella inspired, It’s his wedding day and life couldn’t be better

bothered by lavienjin 🔪🥛🐰

-brother's best friend, architect!namjoon x reader

blood & lust by @jamaisjoons 🥛🐰

-dark fantasy au. demon au. royalty au. soulmate au. established relationship au. porn with plot

Needy by @your-daily-biaswrecking 🥛

-Dating Kim Namjoon comes with its advantages and disadvantages. The later mainly being working so much all you get to see of him is in his studio. But you're a needy bitch. And if you have to get what you want while he works, you will do just that (guest star yoongi)

Inside My Mind by @jimlingss 🥛🐰🌷

-REREAD mind-reading, horny oc

Goodnight Nabi by @sahmfanficbts 🔪🥛🐰

-Single Dad Mechanic!Namjoon x female librarian!reader

Mayores by @lonelyhobi 🥛🌷

-Life is too short to spend it dealing with immature little boys. You’ve always been a go getter, knowing exactly what you want. And what you want is someone a little older

Americano by @hamsterclaw 🔪🥛🌷

-You’ve just opened your own cafe in a small suburban town. Namjoon owns the hardware store next door. He’s hot, he’s handy and suddenly you are in way over your head

Open Chest by hamsterclaw 🔪🥛🐰

-Namjoon and you were in medical school together, but you haven't seen him since you moved away for work. Until he turns up at your hospital for a fellowship

Under Your Spell by @rmnamjoons 🥛🐰

-bookstore owner!Namjoon x garden witch!reader, witch au, magic au, whimsical modern magical realism (Ghibli-meets-Practical Magic vibes)

WET by @joon-com 🥛

-Moans from a vibrator being heard from shower, made him feel shameful to get himself off, but needy to beg for more then sounds. Even if that ment fucking you against the glass shower door

Loveable Giant by @hoebii 🐰

-Domestic AU, drabble

Wish Granted by @jjungkookislife 🥛

-genie!namjoon x f. reader

KIM SEOKJIN

Midnight by jjungkookislife 🥛

-Unable to sleep, your boyfriend suggests a little midnight relief

Into Cool Water by @chimoona 🥛🐰

-newlywed AU, who says life slows down after marriage? To Jin, it’s only the beginning

if by chance by @sublimebangtan 🥛

-dad(dilf?)!Seokjin x female reader, neighbors!au friends with benefits

help by @jxngh 🥛

-you want his help but after you not wearing panties opposite happens

Love Me and Leave Me by @littlemisskookie 🔪🥛🌷

-You had no objections when you heard of your engagement to a faraway prince. In fact, you were elated! Especially when you caught sight of his handsome face and charming personality. You could see yourself falling for him easily. The only problem? He’s in love with someone else

pining for you by @dulce-pjm 🔪🐰

-your christmas isn't going exactly as planned, but you can say for sure that nowhere feels more right to celebrate than wrapped up in jin's arms. you just hope jin knows that

embers of the fire by @chateautae 🔪🥛🐰

-your marriage with seokjin is slowly dwindling, and so is your love. but as you near the end of it all, it’s not long before an unexpected event reminds you why you’ve always loved each other

all because of you by taegularities 🥛🐰

-They say food is the ultimate way to someone’s heart. It would be a shame if Seokjin didn’t at least try to confirm this belief

Of Bears And Bonds by @yoonia 🔪🥛🌷

-Were-bear/Bear Shifter!Seokjin, Witch! Reader, Fated Mates!au

soarin' by minyfic 🔪🥛🐰🍄���

-established relationship au, vacation au, very sweet & patient jin, pregnant!reader

love language by @augustbutwinter 🐰

-you wonder if he, who always takes care of everyone, has someone to take care of him. or if maybe it could be you. you’d like that

no pain, no gain by @diorkim 🔪🥛🐰🌷

-one-shot, strangers to lovers!au, personal trainer!seokjin, single parent!reader

aubade. by @junghelioseok 🥛

-it was supposed to be one night—no more, no less. but when your city is hit with what newscasters are calling a once-in-a-lifetime storm and the blizzard of the century, you realize that mother nature isn’t going to let you leave that easily. and neither is kim seokjin

The Test Kitchen by @triviafics 🐰

-Husband!Kim Seokjin x YouTuber!Reader

MIN YOONGI

back-burner by @yoonpobs 🔪🥛🐰

-sister's best friend!au, best friend to lovers!au

finger guns by @yoonjinkooked 🐰

-domestic, fluffy yoongi

take five by @jiminrings 🔪🐰

-dermatologist yoongi, nurse yn, unrequited love

Taxi by @honeyedhoseok 🥛

-Drinks at a bar + a rainy night + a single taxi to share with the bane of your existence, Min Yoongi = one interesting car ride back to your apartment

Birthday Girl by @btsarmy9593 🥛🐰🌷

-one night stand, noona reader, very wholesome

Sophomoric by bonvoyagenoona 🥛

-friends to lovers, college!AU, yn and yoongi live on the same floor

not around by minyfic 🔪🥛🐰

-basketball player!yoongi x cheerleader!reader, friends to lovers, mentions of infidelity

Spoiled Brat by @taesinferno 🥛

-dad's best friend!yoongi × reader, you're grounded, but you and Yoongi find ways around it

Countermelody by bonvoyagenoona 🔪🥛🐰🍄🌷

-Producers!Yoongi, (stationary shop) Shopgirl!Reader / Musician!Reader, Competition and Rivalry

Second Love by @cutaepatootie 🔪🥛🐰

-Summer love

Unravel by bonvoyagenoona 🥛🐰

-Established relationship, Jane Austen-inspired party game

Fortuitous part of the Bound Series by @underthejoon 🥛

-REREAD Your fates were sealed long before your paths crossed. Get your diploma and get married. You were similar in that way – both bound by outdated customs. Falling in love was never something either of you dared to dream about. Until it happened

chapped by @sopeverse 🥛🐰

-having injured his shoulder and unable to preform, the only thing yoongi has to look forward to are your lazy mornings spent in bed

bloom by minyfic 🔪🥛🐰

-you’ve been crushing on your brother’s best friend for years now, and after you overcame your diffidence, your feelings escalate which could only cause more agony because he would never return your feelings

First Love by lavienjin 🔪🥛

-fwb, coworkers, yoongi has a notebook filled with song lyrics

take me home by minyfic 🔪🐰

-you are completely infatuated with your neighbor, resident bad boy, but only you know how sweet he can be

creep by @xjoonchildx 🥛

-being a nice guy is not all it’s cracked up to be. sometimes it makes you a target for bad people. yoongi learns the hard way that no good deed goes unpunished

love on the brain by @koorara 🔪🐰🌷

-neurosurgeon!yoongi X children’s book author!reader, arranged marriages au, domestic au

little princess by @jimilter 🍄🔪🥛

-In his defense, his trysts with you and his job at your father’s office were initially non-mutually exclusive

A Tiger's Judgement by @borathae 🔪🥛

-Warrior!Yoongi x Princess!Reader, violence & fighting, blonde Daechwita!Yoongi

hypnotic by minyfic 🔪🥛🐰🌷

-zookeeper!yoongi x reader, yoongi has that scar, yoongi handles them big cats

catharsis by @dovechim 🥛🌷

-Yoongi knows he has a kink that isn’t socially acceptable as kinks go. he’s already had several failed relationships in the past tucked under his belt as a result, so when you offer him a chance to live out his fantasy in a guiltless, no strings attached kinda way, what could go wrong?

Little Monsters by @yoon-bug 🥛🐰🌷

-Yoongi hated kids. How were you supposed to tell him that you were pregnant?

Summer by jjungkookislife 🔪🥛

-camp counselor!yoongi x camp counselor!reader

Piano Keys by @knjsnoona 🥛

-After begging Yoongi for piano lessons you finally get your way

Yoongi: Predator by @bonny-kookoo 🔪🥛🐰

-His mother always used to say: "don't play with your food.". Well, then again- Yoongi has never really done what anybody told him to. And playing with you is way too much fun

make me by @ppersonna 🥛🐰

-an ordinary sleepover with your best friend turns into anything but ordinary, thanks to your ridiculously loud neighbors above you

devil's playthings by taesinferno 🥛🌷

-(dilf)duke!yoongi × princess!reader, royalty au, magic au, forbidden relationship

Summer Sweetheart by @dntaewithluv 🥛🐰🌷

-countryclubmember!yoongi x countryclubemployee!reader

The Back of Your Car by @joheun-saram 🥛🐰

-How would you deal if you were stuck in the trunk of your best friend’s car with your new crush?

in the margins by bonvoyagenoona 🔪🥛🐰🍄🌷

-Writer AU, Writer!Yoongi, Editor!You, Editor!Reader, New Relationship

sundress by @hxseok-honee 🐰🍄💌🌷

-fake dating, fwb, best friends to lovers, modern hogwarts

Lola. by taesinferno 🥛

-Even though you're not wearing the space jam shirt and your hair isn't up in two ponytails, Yoongi stills notices

I Wanna Hold Your Hand by sunshinerainbowsbts 🐰

-friends to lovers, idiots to lovers, fluff, Roommates!AU

Nepenthe by delightfulserendipity 🔪🥛🐰

-strong mentions of infertility; sadness; pain; brief hints at miscarriage

February 1872 part of the moonlit throne by hobidreams 🔪🥛🐰

-joseon king!yoongi x reader, the very definition of "it's complicated," inspired by daechwita

JUNG HOSEOK

Daydream by smaubts 🐰🍄💌

-in which hoseok, a college student, who has trouble falling asleep meets his new roommate y/n, who also has troubles falling asleep. they eventually fall in love in the most comical way without even noticing it, except for the fact that everyone knows

Potions and Poisons by jjungkookislife 🥛

-warlock!hoseok x witch!reader, marriage au, magic au

amae by ddaenggtan 🐰

-neighbor!hobi, writer!reader

For the First Time by candlewaxandp0lar0ids 🔪🥛🐰

-After your eight years relationship comes to a brutal end, you don’t really see yourself getting back into dating — ever, probably. And then, your new neighbor who has the most beautiful smile you’ve ever seen needs to borrow a corkscrew, and you don’t realize it just yet, but your resolve doesn’t stand a chance

All Hallows' Eve by jjungkookislife 🥛

-warlock!hoseok x virgin!reader, hocus pocus (loosely) inspired au

Snowed In by untaemedqueen 🥛🐰

-Best Friends To Lovers, Huddle of Warmth, Domestic!AU

Change of Plans by joheun-saram 🔪🥛

-your best friend tries on the latest Dior harness and you simply cannot help but jump his bones

All Your Fault by sunshinerainbowsbts 🥛

-drabble, PWP, established relationship, non-Idol!AU

PARK JIMIN

Ignorantly, Yours by ot7always 🔪🥛🐰

-Wolf!AU, Best Friends to Lovers!AU, A/B/O dynamics

me, you, and this thing we have between us by boymeetsweevil 🥛

-You’re pregnant and jimin is...happy about it

flirt by chateautae 🥛

-park jimin is a notorious flirt, but so are you. when you both meet at a party after weeks of back and forth, it’s a matter of time before somebody gives in

copycat by augustbutwinter 🐰

-single parents!au

him after all by mercurygguk 🔪🥛🐰

-strangers to lovers au, infidelity, oc’s boyfriend being nasty and stupid af

hide and seek by writtenwhalien 🥛🐰

-All it takes for you both to finally cave is a little friction on the wildest night of the year… Halloween

HASHI by joon-com 🥛

-You knew he found your body attractive, so did your bf jk. As much as jungkook kept an eye on him when you were with him, didn't stop him from using your body as you slept peacefully

golden cage by personasintro 🔪

-being under the mafia leader's protection in a world where mafia rules the world, there are ups and downs every day – like being accused of betraying him

High-Rise by hyungieyoongi 🐰

-CEO!Jimin inspired by his business looks in LV lately (how could I resist), a lot of flirting in an elevator, strangers to lovers, Jimin is romantic and flirty af