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drawlfoy · 1 year ago

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benefits of journaling p.2

read p1 here!

pairing: diary!tom riddle x ravenclaw!reader

summary: you pick up an unassuming journal in diagon alley during an antiques sale without knowing that it's actually a part of a late dark lord's soul. sort of no voldy AU, set in the golden trio era where voldemort was defeated in the first war and thus harry has parents still.

warnings: recreational drug use, language, mild gore, snakes, a mouse gets eaten (thoughts and prayers), tom is a little bit gaslighty, the quality of my writing declines sharply

a/n: note that this is not finished at all, but i'm not planning on finishing this series unfortunately :/ i just have too much going on. this is unedited, unrevised, unoutlined, etc. so adjust your expectations accordingly. i just kind of want to get this out so i've given u guys at least *some* semblance of closure for this series. (UPDATE: now that i’ve written this i’ve changed my mind. i will be working on the next part. i forgot how much i love tom)

wc: 6.7k

enjoy !

This time you were unceremoniously dumped into a hard wooden library chair. You gasped as you braced yourself against the hard table in front of you, drawing in shaky breaths as you gathered your bearings.

A loud bang startled you into wrenching your gaze up. Tom had dropped a thick book with an ebony cover right next to you, nearly atop your hand.

“Here you are,” he said pleasantly. “Happy reading.”

“Do you think I can take this back with me into my world?” you asked. The cover was smooth under your fingertips.

“Unlikely,” said Tom, dropping elegantly into the chair beside you. “You’ll have to read it here.”

You gulped. “Alright.”

The papers were yellowed and fragile against your touch, and you couldn’t help but wonder just how old it was.

“Any section you’d recommend starting with?”

The book was around 700 pages with tiny, fine print.

“Perhaps the beginning.” Tom waved his wand and wordlessly summoned a stack of books, lifting one up and beginning to read for himself.

You’d thought that you’d be less intimidated knowing that he was also doing something besides staring at you reading, but the back of your neck still prickled as you pulled the book to the edge of the table and began to dig in.

It was bizarre, reading next to a boy like this. The only one you ever studied with before had been Ishan, and he hardly counted. It was different with Tom. His presence hung in the air around you, a tension so tangible that it wasn’t unthinkable that you might feel something if you let your fingers sift through the space between you.

Despite all you’d told Tom, spending time around him made you unfathomably nervous. He was too good-looking to feel even remotely normal around him, and it was all you could do to hope that he didn't notice how much you blushed whenever he spoke to you.

The book he’d given you was dense and horrific, detailing magic so ugly and foul that you felt dirty just reading it. It covered topics you’d heard of before, like cases of the Imperius curse or the misuse of love potions or the nature of dark magic.

But there was nothing pertaining to Tom’s situation.

“Can’t you at least point me towards a chapter? Or…a general section of the book?” you asked him.

Tom lifted his gaze from his work, quirking a brow. “Having trouble?”

“This is going to take me forever to read.” You motioned at the width of the book.

“Then I guess I’ll be seeing much more of you.”

You couldn’t fight back the flush that spread across your face. “Well, this is an easily solvable problem. You really ought to just point me to the most relevant part.”

“And here I was, thinking I was doing you a favor,” said Tom. His eyes locked onto yours, and for a moment you thought you saw the slightest suggestion of a smirk on his lips. “Given that you’re such a glutton for knowledge and not at all singular in your academic pursuits.”

“That’s not—” You paused when you saw the amusement on his face. He’d been playing with you. “I’m flattered that you remembered. I suppose you’re right.”

And since you refused to let him win, you flipped the book back open and picked up right where you left off.

It was really stupid to feel so light at the fact that Tom had remembered a sentence you’d said verbatim, because even if it implied that he’d thought about your last interaction enough to commit it to memory, it was hardly a surprise. It wasn’t like he had anything better to do in his empty version of Hogwarts except read books he’d probably already read many times before.

You snuck another look at him a few chapters later. A few waves had fallen across his face, dangling over his brow. For a moment, all you could do was keep yourself from reaching out to tuck them back into order, to know what it felt like against your fingers.

But that was a boundary you hadn’t crossed yet—if you even could. Who knew how the rules worked in this dimension?

You resolved to believe that you couldn’t touch him. That it was impossible. Because if you believed that, maybe you’d stop wanting to.

“You never ended up telling me if you were a Parselmouth,” you realized aloud after you’d completed another gruesome section about ritualistic Dark Magic.

You watched him closely but didn’t detect even a glimpse of surprise.

“I didn’t,” he agreed smoothly. He didn’t look up from his page.

“So? I gave you a secret. Many, actually.”

“I think you already know.” He turned the page, dark eyes darting across the next.

“Well—” You paused, worrying your lip between your teeth as you realized that he was right. “What’s it like?”

That was what prompted him to finally lean back in his chair and lift his gaze from the book to your eyes.

“What’s it like?”

Repeated back to you, it did sound very silly.

“I mean,” you said, cheeks hot, “What do you even talk to snakes about? The weather? Whether or not there’s enough mice in the area?”

“It’s unlikely to find snakes that do more than listen to me,” he said. “Most aren’t very good conversationalists.”

“A boy in my—our, I guess—year has a pet ball python,” you told him. “I just don’t understand why he’d want one. They don’t seem like very good companions.”

“Why not?”

“Because they have no emotional depth,” you said. You could feel your voice slipping into the tone you used when you tutored younger students, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. You’d researched this extensively in the library after the Incident in third year when you were looking for any good academic reason for how terrified you were of Malfoy’s pet. “They have no limbic system, so everything for them is about survival. There’s no—no mutual concern or love like you’d get from something normal, like a cat or an owl. As their handler, you only matter because you’re what keeps them alive. I don’t think I’d ever be able to get over that.”

“So all your companions have to love you?” Tom was resting his chin in his palm now as he looked at you. “They’re worthless otherwise?”

“That’s not what I’m saying,” you responded. “But I like my company to see me as something more than an avenue for survival or a means to an end.”

“Their companionship isn’t enough?”

You blinked. Everyone else that you’d given your reptile spiel to had completely understood. You couldn’t quite figure out why Tom wasn’t agreeing. “It’s just nice to be cared about, don’t you think? And it’s…it’s nice to care about something without it feeling meaningless.”

“I imagine that that’s true,” Tom said evenly.

Something deep inside you twisted at the implications of his answer. You’d sort of forgotten that he grew up in a muggle orphanage and likely didn’t have any sort of emotional closeness during his early childhood. But he was so pretty and sharp and witty that it was hard to imagine no one caring for him. Perhaps that had changed upon his admission to Hogwarts. He had said that witches and wizards found him charming. You could attest.

You passed the following Potions lab with flying colors and a perfectly brewed Draught of Peace that made even Snape nod approvingly. It was thrilling. It was incredible. All you wanted to do was get Tom’s diary out right then and there and document it as it happened—as if he were right beside you—but you refrained. You told him that night instead, when you were back again for another reading session.

You were falling into his world on a daily basis, devouring as much of the book as you could without forgoing any conversations with Tom. He’d been impressed to hear about your potion in his own very Tom way. He didn’t tell you outright that he thought that you were brilliant or smart or incredible. Instead he seemed entirely unsurprised, like he thought you capable of nothing less. Somehow that made you glow more than any explicitly stated praise that he could’ve offered.

When you weren’t reading, you were walking around the grounds with Tom and just talking, much like you used to write to him. At first you’d been nervous and uncomfortable with being as open with him in person as you’d been in writing, but Tom had a funny way of making you feel seen. Despite his slight aloofness and obvious air of pretension, he listened to you and appeared genuinely interested in your life by way of remembering things you’d said months ago.

Like when you’d told him off-handedly that it was raining back in the real world and that it was your favorite weather, and ever since the Hogwarts you were transported to was constantly overcast with torrential downpours unless you two were walking outside.

You still never dared to touch him, though. That was a line that you refused to cross. Tom seemed to hold the same opinion, keeping a wide berth around you whenever tactile contact was in the realm of possibility.

“How did you become a Parselmouth?” you asked him one day while you were taking a break from reading and walking through the Transfiguration Courtyard.

His eyes narrowed as he turned to you. “Do they not teach you about Parseltongue in Defense Against the Dark Arts anymore?”

“No,” you said. “I’ve only ever heard about it by reading a book from the Restricted Section. It was very vague. All I know about it is that it’s the language of reptiles.”

“No one becomes a Parselmouth.” Tom turned his attention back to the walking path, adjusting the cuff of his robes for just a second. “All Parselmouths are born. It’s entirely hereditary.”

“So did you have to learn it?” you asked. Your interest was piqued—you’d never heard of a language that was passed through genes.

Tom shook his head. That one rogue strand of black hair had escaped its orderly wave, just like how you remembered him from his yearbook picture. “I’ve never had to think about it. I’ve just always known how to say what I want.”

“Do you think that you could…” Your voice trailed off and you swallowed thickly. You weren’t even sure why you’d started asking him that question. Of course he couldn’t teach you Parseltongue. You didn’t even really want to know it, either. You’d never use it. But you hated being told that you didn’t know something. That you couldn't know something.

“We can give it a try,” he offered.

You dared to glance back up at him and found him already looking at you. “How did you know what I was going to say?”

“I don’t know.” He appeared to be making a valiant effort to quell a grin. “I suppose it has something to do with your approach to acquiring knowledge. One could almost call it…gluttonous in nature.”

You sent him a glare.

Tom shrugged, properly smiling now for the first time in front of you. He had shallow, almost perfectly circular dimples. “Anyway. I’ve never taught anyone before. I actually don’t believe it to be possible, but we might as well give it a go.”

“You’ve never tried?” you asked. “None of your friends at Hogwarts asked you to teach them?”

“No,” he said. “No one knew I was a Parselmouth. I kept that a secret.”

“Why?”

He shrugged again. “I enjoy my privacy. Right, then. Serpensortia.”

A large, hissing snake appeared at your feet, thrashing about in the grass as it unhappily acclimated to its new environment.

You yelped, leaping nearly a foot in the air. Tom simply stood still, watching you with an amused expression on his features.

“Having second thoughts?”

“No,” you said through gritted teeth, refusing to let your eyes move from the wriggling snake in front of you. “I’m just—surprised.”

“It won’t hurt you.” His voice was low, gentle. “Don’t be afraid.”

“I’m not,” you said, but the slight wobble in your tone betrayed you. “Just—get on with the lesson, alright?”

He stood silently, his head tilted in concentration.

“What’s it saying?” you found yourself asking. “Is it—I dunno—threatening my life or something?”

Tom sent you a look that you couldn’t quite decipher. “It’s scared of you.”

“Really?” A spark of smugness lit up within you.

“No.”

“Oh.”

“It’s expressing how upset it is at how suddenly I’ve conjured it. Apparently we’ve interrupted the start of its meal.”

“What do I say if I want to apologize?”

He appeared to consider your request for just a moment before opening his mouth and making a hissing noise that you didn’t think you could replicate if you had a thousand years.

The snake immediately quieted and stopped its thrashing, its tiny head lifting from the ground to regard Tom curiously.

He looked back at you, expectant.

“Again, please,” you said. “A little slower this time. I didn’t quite catch it.”

He obliged, going through each syllable separately.

You felt very much like you were back in muggle school before you’d found out you were a witch, being forced to read out a passage in French. The sounds that came out of you were clumsy and not at all what you thought they’d sound like.

“Don’t look at me like that,” you accused. “For the record, I know it was bad.”

He didn’t address it beyond just the slight upward twist of his lip before he repeated it again, syllable by syllable.

You tried once again with the same outcome.

“Your tongue should be a little behind your teeth,” he said. “You have yours too far back on the roof of your mouth, which is why you’re losing control. Try again.”

This time, it came out much cleaner. The snake took notice of you for the first time, its dark scales glistening under the cloudy sky. It hissed something back. Tom’s mouth split into a grin.

“What did it say?”

“It wants to know if you have any food,” he told you.

“What’s ‘yes’?”

Saying yes in Parseltongue was much easier than saying sorry—it only took two syllables, both of which were made up of sounds that you were pretty sure you had in the English language.

The snake was giving its full attention to you now. Its forked tongue stuck out for just a second.

Gulping, you accioed a small stone into your palm and cast a quick charm to transfigure it into a mouse—something that you’d learned years ago.

You set it on the ground and watched the snake lunge.

“Gross,” you said under your breath, wincing as it began to swallow it whole, its body twisting and contorting as it shoved it down. “I—I think I’m done with the lesson now. I’ve learned enough.”

“You really didn’t need to feed it,” Tom pointed out helpfully.

“Yeah. I know that now. I just felt like it deserved something for the trouble.”

Once the snake had succeeded and the only evidence of the mouse was a bulge in the adder’s scales a little past its head, it lifted its head again to meet your eyes, its tongue slithering out as it made a sharp hiss.

“What’s it saying?”

“It thanked you,” said Tom. He was giving you that look again—like he was reconsidering you.

“And if I wanted to say ‘you’re welcome’?”

“I thought you said you were done with the lesson.”

You rolled your eyes. “Consider this my last request. I’d like to be polite.”

Tom let out a sigh, then made a sound that glided from a long S to a few sharp, pointed consonants.

You clumsily mimicked him, feeling like your tongue was much larger than you’d ever bothered to notice.

To your surprise, the adder slithered towards you, dragging itself onto the rock of the courtyard and in front of you. It coiled around your shin, slowly pulling itself up your body.

“Tom!” you whisper-screamed through your teeth.

“It’s alright,” he said.

“Do something!”

The snake continued up your leg, looping once around your waist as it continued its ascent up to your shoulder. It was cold and oddly heavy, its scales clammy against the bare skin of your neck.

For one terrifying moment, you thought that it was going to coil around your neck and squeeze until you asphyxiated. Your breath caught in your throat as it came around behind your neck, both ends dangling around your neck as you were paralyzed with fear.

Then it did the most peculiar thing; it stopped, just hanging in a loose hold around the base of your neck, its face nestled into the collar of your robes.

“What’s it doing?” you whispered. You tried to ignore the lump in its body that you could feel at the side of your neck.

“It’s resting on you,” said Tom.

“Why?”

“Because it likes you.”

You stared at him, floored. “It does not.”

He hissed something to the snake around your neck. It responded with something you couldn’t even begin to understand.

“It just told me so,” said Tom.

“How do I know you didn’t just make that up?” you said, mentally crossing your arms across your chest but refraining since a snake was taking residence there at present.

“You don’t trust me?” asked Tom. “I’m hurt.”

Before you could respond, you felt the slow, languid movement of the adder as it lifted its head from your collar. Without thinking, you offered it your hand, watching in quiet fascination as it slithered around your wrist.

“Hi,” you said shyly, like you’d speak to a nervous cat.

“It won’t understand—”

“I’m aware, Tom,” you interrupted, sending him a look before turning back to your wrist. “We’re bonding. Bugger off.”

He held his hands up in exasperation. “Bonding? Are you going to take him back to the real world as your familiar?”

For a moment, you actually considered this.

“Because that’s a terrible idea,” continued Tom, crushing your dream right then and there. “Adders are venomous. Once you don’t have me around, you won’t be able to communicate with it. It’ll probably bite someone.”

“Then perhaps we should start brainstorming ways to bring you back,” you said. “For safe snake handling, if nothing else.”

Tom didn’t say anything to this; instead, he reached out and gently unwound the adder from your wrist, his skin not brushing yours once.

“Surely there’s someone wondering where you are,” he said once the snake had been deposited on the ground. “You’ve been here longer than usual.”

“Do you not want to get out of here?” you asked, frowning. “It hardly seems like you’re trying.”

“I’ve been doing research when you’re not around,” he said simply. “I think I just need to theorize for a bit longer—figure out the best course of action.”

“The process would be sped up significantly if you let me help.”

“I won’t ask that of you. It’s very complicated magic—” He paused for just a moment, noticing the derisive curl of your mouth. “—Not that I think you incapable, of course. But you’ve better things to do. It would distract from your exams, and I tend to work better alone in this stage of research.”

“Oh,” you said, hoping the hurt wasn’t showing on your face. It made sense that he would want to work on this alone. You understood not wanting to have to explain things to people when you could already be going down a rabbithole that you’d deemed important. Plus, your current Tom rendez-vous schedule was eating enough time as it was. But it still stung.

“You’ll be the first to know if I stumble across anything conclusive,” said Tom.

You snorted. “Obviously.”

“Well—” Tom stopped himself. You thought for a moment that you detected the slightest flush across his pale skin, but that was likely because of the chill outside. “That was more clever in my head. Sorry.”

“I imagine that being in solitary confinement for half a century might addle your mind a bit,” you offered diplomatically.

“My mind is not addled.”

“I was very graciously giving you an easy out.”

“Someone is probably wondering where you are,” he repeated, his jaw tense. “So I’m going to send you back now.”

Without giving you another chance to argue, you were catapulted back into your desk chair.

“You look like you could do with a night out,” Lucy observed as she watched you storm into your dorm and send your satchel flying through the air to land messily on your bed.

“Casting my first and last Unforgivable on McLaggen would be preferable,” you said through gritted teeth.

He’d been your partner today in Arithmancy to work on a partner problem set. It apparently wasn’t enough for him to be dreadfully stupid and slow—he had to be an absolute chauvinistic arse about it. Whenever you attempted to correct him, he’d look at you with so much amusement that it made your head pound.

He didn’t even need to say anything—the look in his eyes told you that he didn’t even see you as a person.

The last person to treat you so dismissively had been Pansy Parkinson, but at least she’d been smart. And a witch. McLaggen dripped with conceit and smugness and was disgusting towards the most pureblooded witch on a good day.

It’d been nearly 3 hours and your blood was still boiling.

“Well, I can’t arrange that,” said Lucy. “But I can tell you that Hufflepuff is throwing tonight. McLaggen probably won’t come—Ernie hates him, and he’s the one who put it all together.”

You considered this, looking longingly once at the bag on your bed. You hadn’t done anything with your friends in forever; nearly all the time you had was spent either studying or with Tom.

The Hufflepuffs were always gracious hosts, too. The last time you’d gone, they’d given you something to smoke that had smelled like a meadow on a sunny spring day and made you feel like you were floating. You’d giggled all night with Lucy, clinging to one another. You’d gone on some tirade about how much you loved her, touching her face and tearing up as you said something about how you didn’t know what you’d be without her. Lucy’d beamed back at you, her face wide open with raw gratitude.

It had been sappy, but it had been fun and one of the few positive memories you had from the disaster that had been O.W.Ls season.

“You know what,” you said slowly, watching Lucy’s face light up, “I think that’s just what I need.”

Tom could wait.

Lucy squealed and got right to work. In seconds, all the clothes you’d brought from home were strewn across her bed as she scrutinized each one.

“I thought this was just going to be, like, a chill thing,” you said.

Lucy picked up a sequined top, held it up to your chest, and wrinkled her nose. “Too loud.”

“Lucy—”

“I never get to go out with you,” she interrupted, yanking a black slip dress from the pile that caught the warm overhead light. “Thoughts? We could do some fun earrings or something to dress it up.”

“Are we not just going to sit in a circle and smoke again? This feels a little overkill.”

“Well, it’s not,” said Lucy, throwing it at you. “This is hardly a ballgown. Plus, this is your annual outing. Dress to impress.”

You rolled your eyes and slipped the straps off the hanger, throwing it over your shoulder as you turned around to change.

Lucy continued her rampage, ooh-ing and aah-ing upon seeing it on you and immediately cornering you with a scary looking brush.

“For your eyes,” she said, like that made you feel any better.

“What?”

“Close them.”

You squeezed them shut, willing this to be over. You’d had your own experience with muggle makeup, which was tame and not at all exciting. The Wizarding World always had interesting takes on beauty tools, like charmed kohl that could turn your entire eye black if you weren’t careful enough.

Something cool and wet swiped across the corner of your eyes. Lucy mumbled something under her breath, and there was a slight ruffling at the end of your lashes, like a light breeze had swept through them.

“Open.”

You blinked, your lashes feeling a little heavier.

“Pretty,” said Lucy, nodding seriously. “Hang on. Do you have a lip color preference?”

You stared. A lip color preference? “Er—whatever you think makes the most sense with my undertones.”

“You would say that,” Lucy replied, already holding a wand of lip gloss. “Put this on.”

When you turned to look into the mirror she was holding out, you nearly started at your reflection. Lucy had done something insane with your lashes, curling them up and adding length that didn’t look too obvious. That weird tool she’d used on your eye had created a sharp, clean line that followed the contour of your lashline and licked out at the end.

You looked really pretty. Not quite Tom Riddle level pretty, but pretty nonetheless.

“Thanks,” you said, turning back to Lucy after you’d applied the gloss she’d given you. It smelled faintly of something that you couldn’t quite place—like old parchment and the memory of walking through the library in the middle of the night. It was the strangest scent you’d ever encountered in a lip product.

Ernie and the rest of the Hufflepuffs did not disappoint. They’d bribed house elves into bringing an entire spread of food that was fragrant and under a constant stasis spell to keep an optimal temperature. You spent the evening chatting with your Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff friends and feasting on ripe slices of pineapple and bites of strawberry that stained your already glossy mouth a vibrant pink.

Then Hannah Abbott reached into her pocket and pulled out a stash of corked bottles.

“Party Potions,” said Lucy in wonder as you both stared at the swirling liquids.

You’d heard of them before but had never personally had one. You weren’t entirely sure what they did, in all honesty, and that stressed you out enough to keep you from giving them a whirl.

They were different vibrant colors—one an opalescent pink, one a vibrant orange, one a blood red, one a deep, midnight blue that reminded you of your house colors.

“Anyone want one?” asked Hannah, motioning to her pile. Terry Boot raised a hand and plucked the orange one from the table, uncorking it and downing it in one go.

“What do the different colors mean?” you asked. The longer you looked at them, the more you were mesmerized.

“I don’t remember,” admitted Hannah. “Nothing crazy, I don’t think.”

“You don’t think,” you repeated.

“Just because I don’t remember why I bought each color doesn’t mean that I would’ve purposefully bought something that did bad things,” Hannah told you. “Here. Take one. It’ll help you relax.”

The midnight blue potion sat on the fingers of Hannah’s outstretched palm.

“Oh, I couldn’t—”

“I promise it’s nothing too intense,” said Hannah. “You’ve smoked before, right? I’ve had one and it was honestly just like getting crossed. You’ll be fine.”

At the mention of smoking, common sense flew out the window. The last time you’d been offered an illicit substance in the Hufflepuff Common Room, things went really well. Who were you to deny that again?

“If you’re sure it’s alright for me to have it,” you said. The bottle pulled easily from Hannah’s hand and into your grip.

“Who are you and what have you done with my best friend?” Lucy was grinning at you widely.

Up close, the midnight blue wasn’t solid—there were specks of silver in there, like thousands of stars littered across the night sky. It was stunning. You felt almost bad uncorking it and downing it, but you didn’t give yourself a chance to second-guess.

It tasted like lavender and honey and something burnt that was horribly gross but faded away with time and went down like water.

“You didn’t save anything for me?”

“Sorry, Luce,” you said, swiping the back of your hand across your lips.

You weren’t feeling anything yet. Or were you? Was this how you normally felt? The ceiling of the Hufflepuff common room definitely didn’t move, right? And Lucy typically wasn’t outlined in a fuschia pink. That you were sure of.

“Whoa,” you said dumbly.

“I think Y/N’s feeling something!” called out Hannah. “What’s it like?”

You stared at her, watching as a warm brown that reminded you of English Breakfast tea with milk stirred in surrounded Hannah’s edges.

“You’re such a good person,” you said, feeling tears prick at your eyes, because Hannah Abbott truly was. “And so are you.”

You turned to Lucy, trying your best not to cry. “Did you know that you’re the color pink?”

Lucy nodded gravely. Later she would laugh about this, but not now. “That’s very kind of you.”

You spent the evening in a daze, staring open mouthed at your friends as you saw different colors swirl around, some overlapping and blending.

It was beautiful. Then the sadness kicked in. It wasn’t clear to you exactly what caused your sudden rush of melancholy—but all of a sudden you were staring at the happy people dancing around you, the colors blurring and mingling, and all you could think about was Tom. Tom, who was all alone. Tom, who might never get out. Tom, who was destined for an eternity of loneliness.

“I’m going to go back,” you said to Lucy, tugging at her sleeve to get her attention.

She frowned. “Aw, why? Are you not feeling well?”

“The potion Hannah gave me is making me feel really tired,” you said. It wasn’t a lie. Your eyelids were heavy and the thought of curling up under your blankets sounded better than anything. Well, almost anything. There was something you needed to take care of first.

“Booooo,” said Lucy, rolling her eyes. “Fine. Do you want me to walk you back?”

“No! I mean—” You gulped. “You’re having fun. I’ll be fine getting back. I think Ron’s on the rounds in our part of the castle. He’s not going to write me up.”

“You sure? I’d be happy to take you.”

You started pushing her in the direction of the other party-goers. “Very. Go have fun. I’ll see you when you get back.”

By the time you’d burst back into your room, your chest was heaving with exertion from sprinting up the stairs as you wrenched open your desk drawer and pulled out the journal.

Tom you wrote. Can you let me in?

He didn’t answer; instead, you were falling through space and into the warmly lit Hogwarts library from the 40s.

“Tom!” You couldn’t stop the grin that came across your face.

“Oh—hello.” Like always, Tom was standing tidily a polite distance from you, his hands tucked neatly behind his back. Unlike always, he was staring at you like you’d just shot his dog.

“Is everything okay?” The potion you’d taken was definitely still in effect. An inky blackness was hanging around his shoulders—a stark contrast to the paleness of his skin.

He swallowed, his eyes darting up and down. “Yes. Sorry. You just look a bit different.”

“Oh. Yeah, I was at a party. Did you know you have a black aura?”

“What?”

“Your aura is black,” you repeated, slower this time.

He just stared at you.

“Sorry,” you mumbled, averting your eyes. Maybe he was insecure about having such a lame aura color. It had been a bit rude of you to point that out all willy-nilly.

“I’m not—” Tom stopped, pressing his lips together before continuing. “I’m sorry, is there a reason why you asked to see me? Surely you don’t mean to read after you’ve just stepped out of a party?”

“Oh,” you said, and suddenly you remembered why you’d come. A somberness dropped over you. “I was just…I was having so much fun tonight. And then I thought about you.”

He stayed silent.

“What’s going to happen to you if I can’t get you out?” Your voice wobbled as tears pricked at the back of your eyes. “Are you just going to be stuck here forever? Won’t you be lonely?”

When he didn’t immediately answer and opted to stare at you in shock instead, you continued.

“Because I keep thinking about what might happen if something happens to me or I lose your journal,” you confessed, now ardently choking back tears. “I really worry about you. I’d never forgive myself if I didn’t help you leave.”

“Are you…” His eyes darted up and down you again. “Drunk?”

“Hardly,” you said, swiping angrily under your eyes as you collapsed onto the loveseat that you so often read on, pulling your knees to your chest. Then, quieter: “It was just some potion a friend gave me.”

“If you’re so worried about something happening to you so that I’m left alone…” You weren’t looking up at him, but the increase in volume told you he was coming nearer. “...May I suggest not taking mystery potions?”

Before you could issue a retort, the loveseat cushion shifted to accommodate the weight of a second person, sending you toppling over to the other side.

Right onto Tom.

Your hands went flying to the opposite armrest, fingers digging into the worn blue velvet with a death grip as you righted yourself, pushing your knees from where they’d landed sprawled in Tom’s lap.

Which you could actually touch, by the way. The implications began rolling in once you were back on your respective side. He’d been solid and warm and completely void of any attributes that may suggest he was a ghost. Which meant that it was probably possible to…

No. No. You weren’t going to think about that right now.

“I didn’t realize I could touch you,” you heard yourself saying, staring at him in wonder. “I just assumed I couldn’t.”

His throat bobbed as he swallowed. “Oh.”

And for purely scientific purposes (no reputable academic came to a firm conclusion based off of a single trial), you reached your hand out and experimentally poked his forearm again.

“Wow,” you said.

“Will you stop that?” said Tom.

“Yes.” You retracted your hand and placed it firmly in your lap. Then, because your manners hadn’t completely abandoned you: “Sorry. That was rude of me. I just sort of assumed that since you’re—well, whatever you are—it’d be like touching a ghost or something.”

“Whatever I am,” he echoed, looking off into the distance with what you could only describe as a very harrowed expression.

“I’m sorry,” you said again, but you weren’t entirely sure what you were apologizing for.

Instead of responding, he buried his face in his hands, heaving a heavy sigh as his fingers tangled into his hair.

“What’s wrong?” you asked.

He just shook his head, scrubbing his face with his hands once before he let them fall.

“Er, all right then,” you said. “Would you like me to leave? I’m sorry for bothering you.”

“You really shouldn’t worry about me,” he finally said. The awkward, slight pauses between his words gave you a sneaking suspicion that he was choosing his words very carefully.

“Of course I’m going to worry about you.” Now that you knew that you could touch him, nothing stopped you from reaching out to flick his arm indignantly. “We’re friends, and I like to think that my friends would worry about me if I was stuck in journal jail. Or whatever this is.”

He was still staring at where you’d touched his arm.

“...Unless you don’t want to be friends,” you added, suddenly feeling a little silly for jumping to such rash conclusions. “Which I’d understand. I can give your journal to someone else. A Slytherin, maybe. Someone a little more your speed.”

You decided to blame the potion for the obvious hurt that had seeped into your voice at the prospect that there was someone else who was better suited as his confidant.

“I don’t want you to do that,” Tom eventually said. He wouldn’t meet your eyes.

“Then what do you want?” The strength in your words surprised even you. “I don’t understand you. You tell me you want to get out, but you still won’t let me help you. You let me talk to you and come visit you and read with you, but then you expect me not to care. It doesn’t make any sense. You don’t make any sense.”

“It’s more complicated than that,” said Tom, thumbing the ring he always wore around his finger. “I don’t expect you to understand.”

“So help me understand!” Your voice rose sharply, echoing off the walls of the empty library.

Tom finally turned to you, his face split open with something so uncharacteristically raw and open that it takes everything within you not to gasp.

“No.”

“What?”

“No.” He drew in long breath. “Not right now. I need more time.”

“Oh, a half century wasn’t enough?” you retorted. “Need another?”

“It doesn’t work like that,” said Tom, an edge of franticness in the way he spun the ring around his finger quicker. “I never thought that I’d—I didn’t think I’d ever be found. I wasn’t supposed to be found.”

You didn’t know what to say to this. Instead, you sat there with your hands clasped tightly in your lap, eyes set on the floor, your mind racing with all the implications of everything you’d learned.

A moment passed. Then another. Once it appeared clear that you weren’t going to say anything back, Tom spoke up again. “You’re angry with me. I understand that this is…” He paused. “Unconventional. But I am grateful you’ve found me, and I’d really rather prefer that you don’t give me away to another student.”

You were just about to respond when—

“But of course I’d understand if you did,” he added hastily.

It was the most unnervingly emotional speech you’d ever seen come from Tom, ever the stoic, and under the influence of the potion that Hannah had given you, it was almost enough to make you give in and move on. But not quite.

“You said ‘supposed to’.” Your eyes still didn’t move from where they were trained on the scuffed wooden floor of the library. “You said ‘I wasn’t supposed to be found.’”

“That’s right.”

You turned to look at him, inky black aura spilling over his equally dark hair. “‘Supposed to’. Like you knew this was going to happen. Like this wasn’t an accident.”

And the change you saw in him was so miniscule that if you hadn’t been spending enough time studying his face, you might not have noticed it. But you had, and the slight dilation of his pupils and twitch of his jaw was enough to betray his panic.

Then his mouth split into a smile and his face smoothed over, his eyebrows furrowed with just the right amount of concern. The shift was startling, like he’d slipped on a mask. “Of course this was an accident. Do you really think that I’d choose to be stuck here for eternity?”

“That’s—” You paused, shaking your head. “I don’t know. I’m not sure.”

“I wouldn’t,” he pressed, and this time his arm came up to drape over the back of the couch. You tried your best not to think about how you could feel warmth radiating from it, how if you tilted your head back, you might brush against it. “Are you sure you’re well?”

“I’m fine.”

“I’ll send you back,” he said, a polite smile set on his lips. “You should really get some rest.”

And for the first time since you’d first discovered the journal, you fell asleep feeling a little bit afraid of Tom Riddle.

#tom riddle x reader #tom riddle imagine #tom riddle x y/n #tom riddle x you

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EXPECTO PATRONUM (MASTERLIST) ☁︎ ANTHONY LOCKWOOD

GENRE ➺ HOGWARTS AU [slytherin! lockwood x fem! ravenclaw! reader]. rivals to lovers (and a dash of 'everyone knows but them'). fluff and angst.

WC ➺ 30.8k

SYNOPSIS ➺ after a six year rivalry with lockwood, your patronus suddenly matches his when it didn't before.

DISCLAIMER ➺ reader is implied to be shorter than lockwood. appearance of harry potter next gen characters and a few ocs. lockwood calls reader 'sweetheart' and 'my dearest vexation' (+'my girl'). prefect! lockwood. jessica lockwood lives!! (i also headcanon lockwood being a cunning-flirt, so lockwood might read slightly ooc.)

WARNINGS ➺ strained family dynamics (for reader), love potions (misuse of magic), dragons on the loose, wizard duels, boggarts, and a lot of unpolished dialogue. QUILL KIPPS. blood and injuries (tending to wounds). mentions of kids and marriage at the end.

SWEETHEARTS ➺ @kiyasoup @toddandersondupe @locknco @onecojg @avdiobliss @mentallyillsodapop @mitskiswift99 @mischivana @bella-rose29 @wordsarelife

NOTES ➺ it's been a long time coming. i got lost in the sauce. can you tell? this was originally a oneshot but tumblr's block limit was exceeded lol we can still pretend it's a oneshot!

i hope this finds you when you need it. this is for the girlies who are forever spellbound by london boys 💙 happy nanowrimo !!

CARDINAL STORYLINE — COMPLETE!

PART ONE ! 13.7k

PART TWO ! 17.4k

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realpokemon · 2 years ago

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realpokemon drinking game:

if you see an ask mentioning driftloon and ends with rodney telling people to train their pokémon, drink.

if you see an ask about pokémon item misuse, drink. (do not drink a potion)

if you see an ask that dunks on rodney, drink.

if you see an ask directed to bart, drink.

if you see an ask that's literally an anonymous crime confession, down the entire bottle.

they are going to have to wheel me to the fucking pokémon center because i won't survive the trip to the hospital

#pokemon #unreality #pkmn irl

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wangxianficfinder · 10 months ago

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In the mood for...

March 28th

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1. Hi... Is there any wangxian fic in the potter world that you can recommend? I'm open to any fic, tags, dynamics etc.

Thanks in advance for answering my question. ☺️💕

are you asking for fics where characters make clay things or a Harry Potter fusion/crossover?

love potion no. 9 by ria_green (G, 2k, WangXian, Hogwarts, Oblivious WWX, Fluff and Humor, Amortentia, Patronus, Love Confessions, Fusion, POV Outsider, Crossovers & Fandom Fusions)

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2. hi do u hv outsider pov fics for wangxian like pls recommend all the ones u hv ty

the world is but a stage for the two of us by MandMandM (Not Rated, 10k, WIP, WangXian, Time Travel, Established Relationship, Shameless WangXian)

what builds a home by Stratisphyre (T, 46k, WangXian, MY & WWX, Canon Divergence, Adopted WWX, POV Multiple, warning for JGS behaving exactly as expected, child endangerment, Brother Feels, Minor Character Death)

he sang about the stars by nenyanaryavilya (M, 29k, LXC & LWJ, WangXian, Brotherhood, Growing Up Together, Canon Compliant, Canon-Typical Violence, Angst, Grief/Mourning, Canonical Character Death)

Su She Eats his Heart Out by KizuKatana (T, 16k, wangxian, modern, Guest-starring the belated but incendiary sexual awakening of LWJ, 3rd person pov, SS is hyperfixated on LWJ, LWJ does his best to pretend SS doesn't exist, WWX isn't even pretending he really doesn't notice SS exists, MM exists and is awesome, implied offscreen wangxian sex)

rerun from the outside by Eicas (T, 2k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Time travel, Crack, Cloud Recesses Study Arc, JC POV)

🔒 born under unlucky stars by RoseThorne (M, 1k, JZX & MXY, JZX & QS, WN & WQ, WWX & WQ, WangXian, Canonical Character Death, Ghosts, Souls, Implied/Referenced Sex, Brotherly Love, Anger, Spells & Enchantments, MXY Deserves Better, Revenge, POV MXY)

love - all by vastlyunknown (M, 18k, WangXian, Modern AU, Tennis AU, Time jumps)

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3. Fo you have ploty fics? Fics where the romance or relationship part isn't much in the front just a background thing in the story. I'm looking for fics where plot is given more priority. No modern au please.

We Meet at the Thousandth Step by Admiranda, Rynne (T, 258k, wangxian, CSSR/WCZ, WIP, Canon Divergence, No Sunshot Campaign, CSSR & WCZ Live, Rogue Cultivator WWX, Different First Meeting, Night Hunts, Genius WWX, Inventor WWX, Romance, Drama, Fluff, Strangers to married, Unresolved Sexual Tension, Unresolved Romantic Tension, Everyone Lives AU, Developing Relationship, Minor Violence, Case Fic, Mystery, Flirting, WWX's Canon-Typical Flower Flirting, Arson, There Was Only One Bed, Getting Together, First Kiss, Meeting the Parents, Resolved Sexual Tension, Resolved Romantic Tension, WWX Is a Good Big Brother, New Relationship Bliss, Chinese Mythology & Folklore, Blood and Injury, Yiling siblings) Wei Ying & Lan Zhan's relationship develops as the story goes on (it hasn't been a huge focus yet) but it's plot-driven with case studies.

Bitter Plants Bearing Sweet Fruit by Kryal (T, 83k, wangxian, canon-typical horror elements, Worldbuilding, Desert, Misuse of Historic Setting, Original Character Death(s), Case Fic, aftermath of canon, Established Relationship, Nothing Explicit But Shameless Innuendo)

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4. Fo you have any fics where wwx has a personality like he has in twelve moons and a fortnight by Stiltonbasket ? People love making wwx shameless in their fics , but they make him shameless by today's time standards, which is pretty annoying and actually qi divination inducing, but in the novel wwx was shameless by the then time standards.

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5. hi an itmf request for fics similar to stolen fruit is the sweetest by mondengel. thank you so much for your hard work 🫡

A Baby Dragon’s Guide To Seducing Your Huli Jing by sweetlolixo (M, 102k, wangxian, fantasy au, dragon LWJ, fox WWX, younger LWJ, older WWX, fluff, humor, happy ending) Im not sure what theyre looking for in terms of similar but heres a few w a shameless Lan Zhan

Beautiful mess, a colourful wreck by covalentbonds (Not rated, 12k, wangxian, modern, rule 63, fluff & humor, mild smut, childhood friends, first meetings, evil vending machines)

a quest (for kisses) by kyoongs (G, 4k, wangxian, Post-Canon, Fluff, Humor, WWX being shameless WWX we love it, a little angst in the middle but squint and it's fluff again, kisses!! lots of kisses!!, wangxian are MARRIED and they have a SON)

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6. fic recs on wwx getting his old body back? thank uu

Wei Wuxian keeps / gets his OG body

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7. favourite bottom wwx fics? thanks ❤️

Closer than my hands have been by Spodumene (E, 5k, wangxian, post-canon, established relationship, rough sex, dom/sub undertones, consensual non-con, hair-pulling, face-fucking, bondage, spanking, cock slapping, jealousy, top drop)

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8. Hey there! I was wondering if you had recs for fics similar to Harmony between a qin and se by Alaceron. Ta!

Hey! I was #8 on the March 28th ITMF. The recs were wonderful! To clarify since you asked, I was looking for anything in with similar flavour, I did not think historical au, het wangxian, or non cultivation au were the core themes 🤦‍♂️

I was going by the feel of it, which is a tricky way to find fics. Must say you were spot on with Stilton's WIP. Thanks again!

does op mean like, historical setting with no cultivation or like.... het!wangxian? Wwx being successfully scheming? Anyways, here's a few I THINK op might like

When the Hills Are All Flat, and the Rivers Run Dry by stiltonbasket (G, 5k, WIP, WangXian, Historical, Royalty, Female WWX, Emperor LWJ, Identity Shenanigans, Parents LWJ and WWX, Crack Treated Seriously, Fluff and Humor, Love at First Sight, Happy Ending, Female LXC, Gender Changes)

The Lost Prince by hmmmmmmmm (E, 40k, WangXian, Royalty, Historical, No Powers, Bottom LWJ, Slow Burn, Prince WWX, Oral Sex)

❤️ nightingale Series by Moominmammashandbag (M, 62k, WIP, WangXian, XuanLi, LQY/JC, Pseudo-History, No power AU, Empires, Discussion Of Murder, aftermath of war, prisoner exchange, Grief/Mourning, LWJ POV, Angst, Emperor JZX, Imperial Advisor LWJ, widower LWJ, JYL is the Empress the world deserves, Happy Ending, POW WWX, Reunions, Fluff, Smut, Dysfunctional Family, Poetry, BAMF LWJ, emotional support goat, poetry as a weapon, Injury Recovery, Rehabilitation, Fluff and Hurt/Comfort, Body Image, Self-Esteem Issues, Married Life, Domestic Fluff, Childbirth)

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9. hii for itmf do you have any recs for fanfics from lan jingyi pov? could be with jingyi/jin ling but not necessarily just not with any other junior ship (smth like best friends forever by varnes)

tysm<;3 @r3n-vy

❤️ The One-Body Problem by metisket (T, 29k, LJY & WWX, LJY & LSZ, wangxian, possession, cohabitation, Mojo’s bookmark)

🔒 blue flies buzzing by RoseThorne (T, 2k, JL & LJY & OYZZ & LSZ, JC & WWX, wangxian, LSZ & WWX, LSZ & LWJ, LSZ & LXC, Gossip, Rumors, Mentioned Wen Remnants, Sect Leader Yao Bashing, JC & WWX Reconciliation, NHS is a Little Shit, POV LJY, POV Third Person, Threats, Justice, Cultivation Discussion Conferences, LWJ is LSZ’s Parent, LJY Being LJY, Podfic Welcome)

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10. Hi, i've seen how you help people find fanfictions and all, i was wondering if you can help me find a good Wangxian personality swap Au, if your up to it? Thank you

there is a fic where Lan Zhan was named Wei Wuxian, and Wei Ying was named Lan Zhan, which is the closed I've seen to a personality swap. I will look for it, but if anyone knows it, pls post the link! Also, there is a body swap fic, where they took on hints of each others personality. in that Wei Ying was hornier, and Lan Zhan was more ADHD coded , I'll have to look for that one too. I decided to comment in case I don't find any of these but someone else knows

Call Me By Your Name by DizziDreams (E, 52k, WangXian, Modern AU, America, University, Smut, Dubious Consent, Misunderstandings, Masturbation, Semi-Public Sex, Edging, names have been swapped, Mutual Pining, Pining while fucking) I think the first fic that was suggested for #10 (where lwj and wwx have each other's names) is the modern AU

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11. ur fav dad fics where wwx or lwj raises a-yuan? especially modern? thank uuu

my little love by mellowflicker (T, 54k, WangXian, Modern AU, Single Parent WWX, kindergarten teacher!lwj, Kid Fic, Hurt/Comfort, Domestic Fluff, Pining)

The stuffed bunny, the beautiful nephew, and other gifts from Lan Qiren by deliciousblizzardshark (G, 8k, LQR & WWX, wangxian, Modern, Single Parent WWX, Good Uncle LQR, Accidental Uncle Acquisition, Found Family, Fluff)

box your errors by mellowflicker (T, 42k, WangXian, Modern AU, single dad lwj, Domestic Fluff, Family Issues, Slow Burn, Kid Fic, let lwj have friends agenda, Hurt/Comfort, Pining)

Single Parent Lan Wangji / Single Parent Wei Wuxian

🧡 paint smears on sunny days by SnowshadowAO3 (E, 53k, WangXian, Comfort, Fluff and Smut, Everyone Is Alive, Modern AU, Dadji, Mutual Pining, Happy Ending, Brief Alcohol Mention, Masturbation, Blow Jobs, Hand Jobs, Accidentally co-parenting with your son's art teacher, Fatherhood)

Where’s Your Emergency? by trippednfell (M, 64k, WangXian, 911 Dispatcher WWX, Single dad LWJ, Kid fic, Modern AU, D&D Games, Angst with a happy ending)

Come Around and Stay by trippednfell (M, 160k, WangXian, NieLan, Slow Burn, Kid Fic, Found Family, Modern AU, It Gets Worse Before It Gets Better, PTSD, Blood and Injury, Dissociation, Angst with a Happy Ending, Musicals, POV Alternating, Baking, Yunmeng reconciliation (eventually), Friend Zoning, Literal Sleeping Together, Hurt/Comfort, Panic Attacks)

for you, andante by xuanxuanwo (ostentatiouslyrealistic) (T, 35k, WangXian, Modern AU, Music, Musicians, Pianist LWJ, Guitarist WWX, Kid Fic Coffee Shops, Bookstores, Existential Crisis, Unrelated JGY & QS, Friendship, Romance, Light Angst, Happy Ending)

💖 The Simplest Way Forward by harriet_vane (E, 71k, wangxian, modern, accidental baby acquisition, slow burn, pining, [Podfic of] The Simplest Way Forward by knight_tracer)

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12. heyyy admins! what are some of your favorite wwx and junior fics?

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13. ITMF white haired wwx!!

🔒归心似箭 | Longing to Go Home by dragongirlG (M, 7k, LSZ & WWX, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Aging, Aged WWX, Grief/Mourning, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Family Feels, Diaspora Feels (displacement), Dramatic Irony, Secret Identity, Pining, Brief Reference To Suicidal Thoughts, Hopeful Ending, [Podfic] 归心似箭 | Longing to Go Home by Koontyme)

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14. (ITMF) Thanks so much for all that you do! I've just finished rereading And Miles To Go Before I Sleep by glitterbombshell and I've got a hankering for more LWJ vs LXC or Lan comeuppance or even Lan bashing (I have checked that tag). I'm craving Lan angst (even LWJ as long as WWX ends up happy). Bonus if we see them suffer (vs LWJ just going nutso and killing everyone off screen). Thank you, thank you. 💕💕 @ck90

🔒💖 When has silence saved anyone? by Vrishchika (T, 6k, wangxian, LSZ & WWX & LWJ, post-canon, LXC critical, family feels, angry LWJ & LSZ, LXC gets scolded)

this blood in my mouth by ShanaStoryteller (Not Rated, 3k, WangXian, LSZ & WWX & LWJ, Post-Canon, POV LXC)

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15. hiii itmf idol x fan wangxian aus preferably idol!wwx but the opposite works as well @nalalie

All My Songs I Wrote to Find You by Winxhelina (T, 8k, wangxian, Social Media, Bullying, Immortal WangXian, Scheming NHS, Musicians, Explicit Language, Kissing, Making Out) a bit of a twist as they're immortals who got separated in this one

The Ties that Bind Us by Dyapaya (G, 10k, wangxian, JC & WWX, JYL/JZX, JC/NHS, Idols AU, idol WWX, fanboy LWJ, College/University, Modern, Obsessive Behavior, Misunderstandings, Twitter Fic, Stalker)

If I Can't Have You by Leffy (E, 47k, wangxian, Modern, Actors AU, Mutual Pining, Misunderstandings, Slow Burn, Intercrural Sex, Frottage, Masturbation, Blow Jobs)

time of fate is passing; or: The Great and Lonely Fudanshi; or: How Lan Zhan Defeated Heterosexuality and Learned to Love Again by verseau (E, 9k, WangXian, Modern AU, Crack, Crack Treated Seriously, Fandom Allusions & Cliches & References, Don't Take Seriously, Idol WWX, Fudanshi LWJ)

The Brightest Star In His Sky by Liebing (M, 5k, WangXian, Modern AU, Idol LWJ, past relationship, Break Up, Angst, Mutual Pining, Fluff, soft, Happy Ending, Background XiYao, idol MY, WWX POV, Background ChengQing, pregnant WQ, Making Up, concert setting, Song writer WWX, LSZ is an unseen matchmaker, Jealous WWX, Hand Jobs, Kissing, Love Confessions, Dominant LWJ, Soulmates)

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16. I just read “a grave is all too weak a thing by Reverie (cl410)“ and now I’m hungry for multi-chapter fics with a similar premise. Does anybody know of anymore fics where others (this one has Jin Ling’s parents & Wen Qing) were resurrected along with WWX? (Like this one has them in their og bodies and even clothes so I guess their resurrections followed Untamed rules) And if no one can find any, please use this as a prompt. (The ficlet is in a prompts playlist anyway) @omgnectarina

a bird in your teeth by Eevee (ChaosBitch) (E, 61k, JYL/XY, wangxian, Let XY have nice things, Let JYL get some good dick, (sorry JZX I know you did your best), Past JYL/JZX, Past JYL/MM, All of the sex in this fic is consensual, But one of the participants IS a fierce corpse, JYL POV, Minor Character Death, I feel like this fic turned out surprisingly soft, but XY still does some onscreen murders, Implied/Referenced Torture, Mention of JGS's canon behavior, Mentions of XY's canon behavior, Also Wangxian is not the main pairing, but they're definitely here and stupider in love than ever, Angst, past XY/JGY, Hopeful Ending) This has XY bringing JYL back as a fierce corpse & WWX getting resurrected earlier than in canon. Not sure if it quite fits the request, but it involves someone other than WWX being resurrected, so I'm throwing it in

the problem with authority by isabilightwood (M, 139k, WangXian, JYL/WQ, QS & JYL, Canon Divergence, Sacrifice Summon, only the summoner sticks around, slightly dark JYL, WQ lives, Slow Burn, Angst with a Happy Ending, Chronic Pain, Mild Sexual Content, Switch Wangxian, WWX has to be resurrected & LWJ find out before they can interact, but there’s plenty of wangxian once they do, manipulative relationship) different summon followed by eventual wwx summon.

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17. Hello, I’ve never asked this blog something before but I believe this falls under the “In the Mood for a Fic” catagory?

Any fics where it shows Lan Zhan’s pov as he realizes that Wei Ying has returned (hearing him play Wangxian)? @xinilia

🔒The Price of Old Wishes by SoManyJacks (E, 67k, WangXian, Minor canon divergence, Angst, POV LWJ, Depression, Suicidal Thoughts, Eventual Happy Ending, Eventual Smut, Slow Burn, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, semi-verbal!LWJ, Implied/Referenced Homophobia, Implied/Referenced Suicide) The events of the novel from LWJ's pov

🔒 a song of joy and regret by RoseThorne (G, <1k, wangxian, longing, grief/mourning, regret, crying, devotion, resurrection, dreams, angst, LWJ pov)

🔒 Season of Resurrection by Pyrrti (G, 1k, wangxian, pre-relationship, reunions, sky children of the light fusion, multiple POV, LSZ pov, LWJ pov, WWX pov)

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If you didn’t get an answer to your ask here, don’t forget to make use of @mdzs-kinkmeme and MDZS KINK MEME on Dreamwidth. Authors actually do use them for ideas. You may get what you order!***Your prompt doesn’t have to be kink! Fluff, crack, whatever - it’s all good!***

#wangxian #mdzs #wangxian fic recs #i'm in the mood for a fic #the untamed #wangxian fic search #wangxianficfinder #long post

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kittenshift-17 · 12 days ago

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hey I have a request if you still do them. Could you write a short dramione fic where Hermione sneaks into the Slytherin house pretending to be someone else (maybe w polyjuicd?) and Draco uncovers hee true identity?

It's the books that give her away.

Draco's attentttion snags on the figure sequestered in the corner of the common room, trying to blend in, and he immediately knows that despite the face she wears, that figure is not Flora Shafiq.

His money is on Granger.

No one else in their right mind would build a veritable book tower to hide behind in the corner of the Slytherin Common Room, especially not Flora, whom Draco happens to know is dyslexic and so hates reading on principle (she's still young enough to bluster and pretend reading is easy and beneath her rather than admitting to the disorder and actively working on her reading comprehension skills) and thus, would never be caught surrounded by that many books if you paid her. Draco's also fairly certain Granger has been spying on them all for weeks now, though he's not sure why, but the way "Flora" is eavesdropping reminds him a bit too much of the curly haired muggleborn to buy the performance.

It's easy to convince the few rowdy remaining occupants of the common room that bed would be preferable to remaining down here - perks of having rich parents feared by most, he thinks sarcastically. When Goyle lumbers down the stairs toward the dormitories, Draco gets to his feet and saunters over.

"Learn anything interesting, Granger?" He drawls in her direction.

"Flora" knocks over one of the precarious book stacks with a squeak.

"What?" She asks nervously. "Oh, it's you, Malfoy. Was there something I can help you with?"

Flora would never say that.

Draco pounces the second she gets to her feet, his hand gripping her shoulder tight while his wand tip finds her throat menacingly, and he forces her around and up against the nearest wall. She squeals in surprise, batting at his arm to try and knock him away to no avail.

"Tell me why you're impersonating a dyslexic third year, Granger," he hisses in her face.

She blinks up at him, well over a foot shorter than him given the age of the girl she's pretending to be.

"Granger!?" She huffs indignantly. "I'll have you know..."

She trails off when Draco digs his wand into her neck a little harder.

"Don't play dumb with me, Witch," he hisses. "We both know it doesn't suit you."

She blinks again before huffing and seeming to shrink in on herself a little bit.

"How did you know it was me?" She sighs, pushing his wand away. Draco allows it only because she's admitted her deception.

"Flora can't read," Draco informs her. "What are you doing here, Granger? Do you have a death wish?"

"She... oh, that's why the words were all wonky," Granger says in realisation, eyes widening like they do when she knows the answer to a problem in class. "I thought I'd bungled the potion for a bit there."

"Tell me why you're here before I hex you, Granger."

"It's none of your business."

"Except that you're spying on me."

"Not everything that happens around here is about you, Malfoy."

Draco highly doubts that. He glares at her meaningfully and she lifts her chin, stubborn as ever.

"I'm throwing you out of here," Draco decides, hauling on her stolen robes and dragging the slight girl over to the common room entrance. "As prefect, it's my duty to protect my house from unwanted interlopers. And I'm giving you detention with Snape for the misuse of prohibited potions, impersonating a fellow student, endangering a fellow student, theft..."

"Theft?!" She squawks indignantly. "I committed now such crime."

"No?" He asks. "So you just happened to possess an outfit that perfectly fits Flora Shafiq, adorned with the Slytherin house crest? And I suppose you make a habit of trading in expensive and highly volatile potion ingredients that cannot be purchased by under-age wizards without parental consent or sponsorship from a Master?"

She glares at him and holds her tongue.

"As I was saying, detention, Granger," Draco sneers triumphantly as he expels her from the common room none too gently, watching her flail when he gives her a hearty shove out the door.

"You're awful," she informs him rulde when she rights herself.

"Said the pot to the kettle," he retorts childishly. "I'd better not catch you sneaking in here again, Granger. You won't like what happens if I do."

She fluffs her robes and stomps her foot furiously before she spins away, stamping off down the corridor, muttering extremely unkind things about him and his lineage the entire way. Draco sends a stinging jinx after her, but she rounds the corner before it can collide and he huffs, annoyed, as he returns to the common room and makes his way to bed, wondering all the while what Granger could possibly be trying to accuse him and his friends of this time.

#kittenshift17 #hermione granger #fanfiction #dramione #harry potter fanfiction #draco malfoy #drabbles

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atsadi-shenanigans · 4 months ago

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GODDAMNIT THE SMUTFIC IS OVER 10K AGAIN. Will I ever write a shorter one??? 😫

#a misuse of potions #these two shitheads #soon

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swtorramblings · 2 months ago

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Claudia as Cruella as usual by @fleeting-sanity, thanks again!

Claudia watching the box that you can see things in when she comes to a sudden realization. 817 words. Happy Halloween!

She just stared at the spindly woman on the “television”. That she wasn’t actually real did not help make her less disturbing, in some ways it made her more. And this wasn’t even the same as the “horror movies” that Azula and Vaylin had taken some interest in. Claudia had, too, if she was honest, but this was somehow worse. Probably because it was more, what, mundane? Just an everyday person with wealth whose evil was finally defeated by a good family.

She had watched the show to, as they put it, “get into character”. Now she felt something stirring about this Cruella de Vil. At first, she was angry that they’d suggested her for a costume. How dare they? The only thing they had in common was an unusual head of hair, but this almost spider-like caricature of a woman was truly awful, mistreating her “friends”, trying to round up a hundred and one adorable little pups just to make a coat? Then she had a stray thought, “I wonder what kinds of spells they could be used in?” She turned off the television (she had only just started calling it that after “box that shows things” for weeks). She sat, open mouthed for a few moments, then pulled her knees up to her chest and wrapped her arms around them. She felt tears on her face, but she couldn’t stop them. She was this devil. She had mistreated, even misused her friends. She had driven her Sorbear away. She never used creatures to make a coat, but she had destroyed living creatures to fuel her magic. Sometimes for truly petty things. To start fires, to make her quick brown morning potion and pancakes. And when they weren’t petty, they were worse. She saw her former friends, and the elf with the cute braid they had sided with, accusing. She didn’t think then that she should care, she was just being practical, defending her family, protecting the long-suffering human race. But then why had Soren left her? She hid her face, and lost track of time, didn’t notice how dark the room became without the television on. So she jumped out of the chair in a panic as the lights clicked on. “Your costumes ready, interesting choice,” she heard Sameen say. She rapidly tried to wipe the tears from her face, pretending that the light had just woken her up to cover. She didn’t think Sameen would believe it. “The others suggested it,” she said, voice cracking a bit. Then she turned and looked at it. “I don’t think I want to wear it, I’m sorry you went to the trouble.” “It wasn’t any trouble, I picked it up from a shop. Why don’t you want to wear it?” “Because she’s awful.” Sameen paused. “You watched the movie with all the dogs?” She couldn’t say anything, so she just nodded, trying to keep from crying again in front of the woman that had taken them all in. “All right, I won’t ask about it, but…” Claudia couldn’t stand it. Clenched fists to her sides, she whispered, “Because I’m her.” Sameen studied her again, the way she had when the three of them had been brought here. “Do you want to talk about it?” She started shaking her head, but when she found her voice, she said, “Yes.” Later, after telling all of her secrets, her tears had dried, she was feeling more like herself. But she was nervous about how Sameen would react. She had seen her kill a few times now. Sameen tilted her head, and then turned towards the room’s camera and said, “Root, any suggestions?” “I think I have just the thing.” They could almost hear the smirk just in her voice. “Do you think the others should join you?” “Well, probably not Fusco, but Vaylin and the girl, sure.” “OK, I’ll get it streaming for you after they’re there.” “Thanks.” “You know how much I like it when you want something.” “Quiet, you.” The two of them were so weird, Claudia thought. They watched the movie together. She didn’t know if it was a great story, but she found this version of Cruella to be someone she could possibly feel some kinship with. Hurt repeatedly as a child, then more as an adult, and she did get her revenge. Not a horrid, bloody revenge, just a form of justice. This was a person she could be. “All right, I’ll wear it, let’s go get candy or perpitrate some tricks.” “What, you weren’t going to wear it?” Azula said. “I thought you’d like her, really,” Vaylin put in. “I think I do now, I like the character we just saw.” “Good! So I hope you all got something from that, but it’s almost time to go and none of you are in costume.” Claudia walked passed and snatched the costume. “Be right back.

#tdp claudia #Vaylin #Azula #Sameen Shaw #Two somewhat broken women trying to help three even more broken people

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rivensdefenseattorney · 1 year ago

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Alfea's Curriculum

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Department of Alchemy and Potionology

Beginning Level:

Introduction to Potion Brewing: A foundational course covering basic potion crafting techniques, understanding ingredients, and the fundamental principles of potion making.

Botanical Studies for Alchemists: This class introduces students to enchanted botanical studies, focusing on identifying and understanding the magical properties of plants used in potion-making.

Essentials of Healing Magic: An introduction to healing and restorative magic, emphasizing the ethical use of magic for healing purposes and the basic principles of channeling energy.

Intermediate Level (Prerequisites: Beginning Level Classes):

Intermediate Potion Crafting: Building upon the introductory class, this course explores more complex brewing techniques, potion stability, and the interaction between different ingredients.

Advanced Botanical Studies: Delving deeper into enchanted plants, this class explores rare and powerful botanicals, their cultivation, and their specific applications in potion-making.

Healing Elixirs and Remedies: Focused on practical applications, this class teaches students how to create specific potions and elixirs for various healing purposes, including physical and emotional ailments.

Advanced Level (Prerequisites: Intermediate Level Classes):

Mastery in Potionology: A comprehensive study integrating advanced potion crafting techniques, potion artistry, and experimentation with rare and volatile ingredients.

Enchanted Gardens and Sustainable Magic: This class explores the creation and maintenance of enchanted gardens, emphasizing sustainable practices and the ethical use of magical resources.

Advanced Healing Arts: Mastery-level training in healing magic, focusing on complex healing spells, energy manipulation, and the integration of potions with magical healing.

Overlapping Classes:

Alchemy Lab Practicum: This practical class runs parallel to different levels, allowing hands-on experimentation and application of theoretical knowledge in a controlled environment.

Ethical Practices in Potion Making: An ethics course required at each level, focusing on responsible use of magic, moral considerations in potion making, and the consequences of misuse.

Department of Elemental Arts

Beginning Level:

Introduction to Elemental Arts: A foundational class introducing students to the basics of elemental forces (earth, air, fire, water), their manipulation, and the ethical use of elemental magic.

Defensive Magic Fundamentals: This course covers the basics of defensive spells and shields, teaching students how to protect themselves using elemental magic.

Arcane Foundations: An introductory class exploring basic arcane arts, including rune crafting, spell formulation, and magical incantations.

Intermediate Level (Prerequisites: Beginning Level Classes):

Elemental Control and Channeling: Building upon the basics, this class focuses on honing the control and manipulation of specific elemental forces, teaching students to wield them with precision.

Combat Magic Techniques: This class delves into combat-oriented elemental magic, teaching offensive and defensive combat spells tailored to different elemental affinities.

Advanced Arcane Studies: Expanding upon arcane foundations, this course explores complex spellcraft, advanced rune work, and the creation of personalized spells.

Advanced Level (Prerequisites: Intermediate Level Classes):

Mastery in Elemental Manipulation: A comprehensive study focusing on mastering the fusion and synergy of multiple elemental forces, enabling students to create powerful elemental effects.

Advanced Defensive Tactics: Specialized training in advanced defensive spells and strategies against various magical and physical attacks.

Mystical Combat Mastery: An advanced combat-focused class, teaching students to seamlessly blend elemental forces into offensive spells and maneuvers.

Overlapping Classes:

Elemental Combat Practicum: Practical training sessions running parallel to different levels, allowing students to practice combat techniques under controlled conditions.

Ethics in Elemental Magic: A mandatory ethics course at each level, emphasizing responsible and ethical use of elemental and arcane magic.

Department of Magical Studies

Beginning Level:

Introduction to Magical Studies: A foundational course providing an overview of the magical world, including an introduction to mythical creatures, historical contexts, and the basics of artisanal magic.

Mythical Creature Identification: This class focuses on identifying, studying, and understanding various mythical creatures, their behaviors, habitats, and magical properties.

Historical Foundations of Magic: An introductory class exploring the history and evolution of magic, tracing its origins through ancient civilizations and significant magical events.

Intermediate Level (Prerequisites: Beginning Level Classes):

Advanced Mythical Creature Research: Building upon the basics, this course involves in-depth research projects on specific mythical creatures, their impact on Fae realms, and their cultural significance.

Legends and Lore: An exploration of mythical tales, legends, and folklore, dissecting their symbolic meanings and their influence on magical practices.

Artisanal Magic Techniques: This class focuses on the practical side of artisanal magic, teaching students the creation of magical artifacts, wand-making, and enchanted objects.

Advanced Level (Prerequisites: Intermediate Level Classes):

Mystical Anthropology: A comprehensive study of the relationship between Fae and mythical creatures, exploring their interaction, cultural exchanges, and historical significance.

Advanced Magical Historiography: This course delves into the analysis and interpretation of magical historical texts, deciphering ancient scripts and understanding magical artifacts' historical contexts.

Mastering Artisanal Magic: Advanced training in crafting powerful magical artifacts, imbuing them with specific abilities, and understanding the intricacies of enchanted object creation.

Overlapping Classes:

Mythical Expedition Practicum: Hands-on fieldwork that runs parallel to different levels, allowing students to conduct research on mythical creatures in their natural habitats.

Ethics in Magical Studies: A mandatory ethics course at each level, emphasizing responsible research and ethical practices in dealing with magical creatures and historical artifacts.

Department of Diplomacy and Leadership

Beginning Level:

Foundations of Diplomacy: A foundational course introducing students to the principles and practices of diplomacy, including negotiation techniques, diplomatic etiquette, and conflict resolution basics.

Leadership Essentials: An introductory class covering the fundamentals of effective leadership, emphasizing communication skills, decision-making, and team management.

Cultural Studies and Intercultural Communication: This class explores the diverse cultures within the Fae realms, teaching students how to navigate cultural differences and communicate effectively across different lineages.

Intermediate Level (Prerequisites: Beginning Level Classes):

Advanced Diplomatic Negotiation: Building upon foundational skills, this course delves deeper into negotiation strategies, scenario simulations, and diplomatic problem-solving.

Strategic Leadership: An intermediate-level class focusing on strategic planning, visionary leadership, and fostering innovation within Fae communities.

Diplomatic History and Case Studies: An exploration of historical diplomatic events within the Fae realms, analyzing case studies and learning from past diplomatic successes and failures.

Advanced Level (Prerequisites: Intermediate Level Classes):

Masterclass in Diplomatic Relations: A comprehensive study of diplomatic relations between Fae kingdoms, advanced negotiation techniques, and the art of maintaining alliances.

Leadership in Governance: Advanced training in governance principles, focusing on leadership in politics, law, and decision-making processes within Fae societies.

Crisis Management and Diplomatic Crisis Resolution: Specialized training in handling diplomatic crises, conflict resolution, and mediation techniques in high-stakes situations.

Overlapping Classes:

Diplomatic Simulation Practicum: Practical simulations running parallel to different levels, allowing students to apply their diplomatic and leadership skills in realistic scenarios.

Ethics in Diplomacy and Leadership: A mandatory ethics course at each level, emphasizing ethical leadership, integrity, and responsibility in diplomatic engagements and governance.

Department of Mystic Arts and Expression

Beginning Level:

Introduction to Enchanted Artistry: A foundational course introducing students to magical expressions through visual arts, covering basic techniques and introducing mystical elements into artistic creations.

Fundamentals of Musical Enchantment: An introductory class exploring the fusion of magic with music, teaching basic musical theory and introducing enchantments into compositions.

Introduction to Mystical Movement: This class introduces students to magical dance forms, focusing on basic movements infused with Fae essence.

Magical Drama Basics: Exploring the use of magic in theatrical arts, covering basic acting techniques infused with mystical elements.

Intermediate Level (Prerequisites: Beginning Level Classes):

Advanced Enchanted Artistry Techniques: Building upon foundational skills, this course dives deeper into magical art forms, teaching advanced techniques and experimenting with diverse mystical mediums.

Harmonizing Magic in Music: An intermediate course focusing on refining enchantments in music, exploring composition, and blending different magical elements in musical pieces.

Mastering Mystical Movement: Advancing dance techniques with a deeper understanding of Fae essence, intricate choreography, and the fusion of magic into movement.

Enchanting Theatrical Performances: This class delves further into the use of magic in theater, focusing on advanced stagecraft and mystical storytelling techniques.

Advanced Level (Prerequisites: Intermediate Level Classes):

Artisanal Magic in Visual Arts: Mastery-level training in creating magical artifacts through visual arts, integrating functionality with artistic expression.

Mystical Performance Showcase: A capstone course where students showcase their mastery in their chosen discipline, presenting a culmination of their artistic and magical journey.

Required Classes for All Students

Foundations of Magical Theory: An introductory course covering the fundamental principles of magic, its history, and its significance in the Fae realms.

Ethics in Magic and Society: A course focusing on the ethical use of magic, moral considerations, and the societal impact of magical practices.

Ancient Fae Studies: Exploring the ancient civilizations and cultures of the Fae realms, delving into their traditions, rituals, and historical significance.

Mystical Arts Practicum: A practical course allowing students to experiment with various forms of magical expression, encouraging creativity and practical application of learned theories.

Fae Lore and Legends: An in-depth study of mythical tales, legends, and folklore within the Fae realms, providing cultural context and understanding of significant narratives.

Introduction to Elemental Forces: A foundational class introducing students to the basics of elemental forces (earth, air, fire, water), their symbolism, and their relevance in magic.

History of Diplomatic Relations: An overview of diplomatic events, alliances, and conflicts between Fae kingdoms, providing insights into the dynamics of Fae diplomacy.

Leadership Skills and Team Dynamics: An introductory course focusing on essential leadership qualities, communication skills, and collaborative teamwork within magical communities.

Introduction to Potion Brewing: A foundational course from the Alchemy and Potionology department, introducing students to basic potion crafting techniques, understanding ingredients, and the fundamental principles of potion making.

Mythical Creature Studies: A course exploring the diverse and mystical creatures within the Fae realms, focusing on identification, behavior, habitats, and their significance in Fae lore and culture.

Introduction to Enchanted Artistry: A foundational course introducing students to magical expressions through the arts, covering basic techniques and introducing mystical elements into artistic creations.

Only 2 more posts to go and I'll be done with Alfea's section. I wanted to know what classes/study would you follow at Alfea?

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big-wicke-energy · 4 months ago

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Goomba Mask is a superhero who fights the criminal underground of Truffopolis City. He has numerous high-tech gadgets and tools provided by his Goombillionaire benefactor. Most useful of these gadgets is his T.A.T.T.L.E. supercomputer which gives him useful information on the fly. Boomhilda is the apprentice to the famous witch and potions expert Goombaba. After losing her fuse, the young Bob-Omb began brewing hundreds of explosive potions to make up for her inability to explode personally. This destructive misuse of her abilities has made her mentor very unhappy. Champ is the beloved mascot of the Firetroopa Brigade. His body is like a multi-purpose tool, as he can use his impressively sturdy noggin and "jaws of life" to aid in rescues. In an emergency he can also latch on to the nearest fire hydrant and use his tail as a firehose.

I've had ideas for a set of Paper Mario partners for ages now but I haven't had time to design six brand new characters out of nowhere, not while working on other projects anyway. Finally I just decided to draw the first three now and do the second half at a later date

#super mario #paper mario #ttyd #paper mario the thousand year door #the thousand year door #goomba #bob omb #chain chomp #tk arts #concept art #character design #artists on tumblr

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ryuichirou · 5 months ago

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America ya :D

Anyways, hellooo this is my first time doing an ask so I'm sorry if this delivers weirdly.

I love your dark headcanons and was wondering if any of the Yandere! twisted wonderland boys (if they could) would hypnotize their partner? And how they would do it? Like Jamil unique magic or some magical object they bought from Sam (who probably wouldn't question) or even a potion? Maybe something to fry their brain until they submit? That kind of stuff, if you can't get to me, ignore this ask! Otherwise have a wonderful rest of your day and sorry to bother you!

Hi Anon! Sorry it took me this long to reply to your very first ask. Glad to have you here and happy you’re enjoying my hcs!

Quite an interesting ask, and now as I’m thinking about it, a lot of them would do it, wouldn’t they? Even if not in their normal state, I can picture a lot of them being doing something like this out of desperation. Not all of them though, so let’s go through the list and think about who would hypnotise their partner, and how they would do it!

Oh and yes since it’s a yandere scenario, I’ll try to only talk about them doing it to their loved ones.

Riddle – to him hypnosis probably defeats the purpose of making someone learn their lesson and admit that that he is right, but if a certain stubborn self-willed eel keeps being stubborn and self-willed, Riddle could get frustrated by him and try to hypnotise him. He could use either a potion or a magical object... but he would create one himself because this is too personal of a project.

Ace – he would want to do it at least once! Either out of jealousy or because he can’t ask for something he wants directly and would rather use a convoluted workaround. He also feels like someone who would get a magical object from Sam or find it somewhere randomly, and then unintentionally cause chaos because he starts misusing it, or the object works in the wrong way.

Deuce – hmmm, nope, I don’t think Deuce would do something like that, not necessarily because he is a good boy (that too!), but also because Deuce feels like someone who would use more of a direct approach. He probably wouldn’t even think about hypnosis.

Trey – he would use a potion. Trey has so much power over others with his cakes and tarts it’s insane. Whenever he adds wet ingredients to the dough or softens the crust with some milk, he thinks about how easy it would be to add a potion there and control someone like that. He is trustworthy enough, no one would suspect it, and there are a lot of potions that don’t have any taste, or have a taste that is easily coverable. Sometimes he looks at Riddle and wonders... Maybe it would be easier to just feed him a cupcake, hypnotise him, make him do unthinkable things with Trey and then forget about it? Wouldn’t that make his pining easier?

Cater – he could. He could have an entire thing in which he regularly hypnotises someone, has sex with them and then turns the hypnosis off, as if it never happened. I feel like multiple boys in this list are going to use hypnosis this way, but to Cater it’s good because he doesn’t have to hold back if the guy doesn’t remember it anyways. I think Cater would use some phone app with magical properties... Downloading it was creepy, it’s not on any official store and is banned! Kei-kun thought he’d have his entire phone hacked!

Leona – I’m 50/50 on this one. It doesn’t sound like his method, but Leona does reckless stuff sometimes. I think he used a magical object on Falena once just to see if it would work, and it did. Leona realised that he could make Falena give him the crown that way, but for some reason he didn’t and used it to have sex with him instead. Priorities..? Leona’s head is a troubling place.

Ruggie – his Unique Magic kiiind of has elements of not hypnosis but body manipulation, and I think this is his go-to, but if some magical object suddenly dropped in front of Ruggie, he would absolutely use it. The problem is, I don’t think he would mainly use it for love and sex, but it could be one of the first things he tries it on. He could go to Leona and hypnotise him into doing something he would never normally do... and then, after he learns that with this thing he could make Leona ride him, he will start controlling him for other stuff too. But I don’t think Ruggie’s joy will last long: Leona is probably going to notice that he is being hypnotised pretty quickly.

Jack – I don’t think he would. Similarly to Deuce, I don’t think Jack would even think of doing something like that, plus, it doesn’t sound fair to him. Even if he goes yandere, he would go a different route.

Azul – absolutely: he loves using Jade’s unique magic on others + probably thinks that Jamil’s unique magic is great. Unfortunately, the ones who he wishes to use this kind of magic on are those who are the least susceptible to it (i.e. Jamil himself). So Azul really wants to either create a potion or get a magical item that would be more powerful than Jamil’s Snake Whisper. I think Azul gets very horny thinking about it... But unlike the others, who use hypnosis to make someone do something and not remember it, Azul would make sure that Jamil remembers it both to manipulate/humiliate him and to use it as blackmail. Winning over Jamil this way sounds incredibly satisfying. Oh, Azul thinks too much about these things..!

Jade – Shock The Heart would be an easy answer, but it’s pretty limiting and could only be used once on a person + doesn’t necessarily make anyone do anything... So I think Jade would also go the potion (the mushroom one, of course) route. It’s not like he has to do it out of yandere reasons though, but he would be very interested to see just how much he could control someone with a mushroom-based potion.

Floyd – I think Floyd would only do it if he stumbled upon a magical item and started playing with it; his mind wouldn’t naturally go that route. If someone doesn’t want to do something, Floyd either loses interest or forces them, so hypnosis isn’t necessary. But to make someone act in a weird or unnaturally lewd way... He would really enjoy it as a toy. Especially after he sees Riddle obediently pushing his ass against him or trying to shove Floyd’s entire dick in his mouth. Floyd would abuse this power though, he would be pretty mean.

Kalim – in 99% of scenarios – absolutely not, not only he wouldn’t do it normally because he is a good guy, he also knows how bad it is to get treated this way. But in a yandere scenario, in an extremely rare and almost not possible 1%, I can picture Kalim, whose brain has been fried with jealousy for a while now, sadly going “well, there is no other way, is it?” and going to Sam to ask for advice. But the catch is, if he does that, he would instantly get disappointed because whatever Jamil does or says under the hypnosis isn’t real anyway, and this isn’t how Kalim wanted things to go between them. We’re back to 100% then...

Jamil – you said it: his Snake Whisper really is perfect for stuff like this. But I’m having a hard time picturing a yandere scenario for Jamil; he is way too preoccupied with how much he doesn’t want to have Kalim around to suddenly get obsessive over him. But I said it before and I’ll say it again: Jamil would at least consider using his UM to have sex with someone. It’s too easy and convenient for him not to...

Vil – oh, potions. Absolutely potions. Vil wouldn’t do it normally, but extreme jealousy (especially if we make him more of a yandere) could drive him this way; now this is someone who would really use “there is no other way” as an excuse. I think he would mostly use hypnosis to make his lover tell him the truth about something that’s been literally driving him insane, but unfortunately for Vil, if this is Rook we’re talking about, he wouldn’t hear anything new: the man doesn’t really lie, he just tells the truth in a weird way. This would make Vil even more frustrated and angry and the whole thing would turn sexual out of nowhere.

Rook – as wonderful as it is to play with a beautiful marionette, I think Rook finds his lover’s will and intention way too sexy to take them away like this. He takes them away other ways... Still, he is one playful man, so he could fool around; but similarly to some other guys, he would have to conveniently stumble upon a very useful toy to start thinking about it. He wouldn’t do it for long though because he wants his loved one to be present when Rook takes him and forces him to promise that he is his and his alone.

Epel – this is going to take a long route for Epel to end up here, but he might. If he is desperately in love, but just can’t win the person over completely (Floyd again??), if he really wants to get treated like someone who could be a lover and not just a plaything, if he is seething with anger and jealousy, he absolutely could do it. Epel and Vil are surprisingly similar in this regard. He would probably fail one way or another though...

Idia – hmmm, nope, I think he would only use hypnosis on his loved one if they had an argument and he wanted to be a little shit about it, as in “serves you right, you prick”. Technically, Idia used to be able to access Ortho’s “brain” and program him the way he wants, and it sounds similar to hypnosis, but I think Idia wouldn’t do that even if he was super jealous. He could get an urge to erase someone from Ortho’s memories if Ortho starts to pay more attention to them or to build his life around them, but... I think Idia wouldn’t have the heart to do it.

Ortho – absolutely. If only it was that easy to manipulate people’s brain data... it’s like writing commands. I think “early” Ortho is more possible to do it than “later” Ortho, because the more Ortho develops, the more he gets excited about humans being hard to predict. But it doesn’t mean that he wouldn’t get frustrated that you can’t just cancel someone else’s wish to go somewhere, do something or see someone, or overwrite it into desire to stay with Ortho forever. The more yandere Ortho gets, the more of this desire he develops. I guess he has an inner conflict... Oh and yes, he would use repeating sounds and bright sparks to hypnotise someone: very crude and mechanical, but suits him a lot, I think!

Lilia – not his way to handle things. I think Lilia is also someone who would use force and direct command to affect his loved one. He is the one to lock someone in a room, to eliminate the enemy, to be quite drastic and obvious, even if he covers it up by being a cutie. So he is in a “wouldn’t do it, but would play with a magical tool as if it’s a toy if he stumbles upon it”. He would use it on so many people...

Silver – he is the least likely to do it out of the entire cast. Too pure. Wouldn’t even consider it. His first and only thought would be “can I hypnotise myself into not falling asleep?”. He is such an easy victim...

Sebek – if he gets super desperate, yes. In a way, he is similar to Epel, but he would be kind of upset that he had to do it, he might even think that his partner forced his hand. It’s not Sebek’s fault that Silver or Idia (not Malleus, god forbid) acts this way and doesn’t listen! He would use a tool, and he would go to Sam to get it. While being embarrassed, angry and painfully in love.

Malleus – I feel like he is powerful enough to be capable of some forms of light hypnosis. And he is super jealous, super petty and super impulsive when he gets emotional. And if this is a yandere scenario, he is emotional alright. Wait... what am I even talking about, we have the whole scene in Sleeping Beauty where Malificent hypnotises Aurora by ominously singing her name and seducing her to prick her finger (I’m not touching ch7 because we can’t talk about it yet). Yep. This man would do it. Easily.

#replies #headcanons

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marketfreshfics · 8 months ago

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Saturn of ULTRA - Prologue

Plot summary: When a futuristic Hogwarts is constructed after a massive catastrophe, a new threat to wizard-kind emerges in the wake of such advancement. An unlikely pairing must work together to prevent history from repeating itself.

Tags: Hogwarts AU (canon divergence) | friends to lovers | aged-up characters (7th year) | NSFW content (magical violence, smut, language)

Waking with senses so ill-equipped ought to be outlawed. Incandescent lamplight induced squints and her eyes squeezed shut, annoyingly so after having been closed for so long. Her sense of sight shook the dust from misuse, eyelids dry and stinging as she strained to make sense of colours, disconnected from dreams, and, albeit reluctantly, reattached firmly to reality and the demands of the present.

She was horizontal, thank Merlin; standing was a language she lost to lack of use, especially if she didn’t have legs. Did she? Was she still human?

Her toes could curl, and the blankets shifted over her limbs, temporarily relieving her delusions. Remarkably, her joints did not crack from fusion, though atrophy had done a number on her.

Seconds passed as she gathered her bearings again, or at least enough to look around a second time, inhaling sharply when she met a pair of brown eyes wide as saucers.

“You’re awake!” cried a familiar voice, familiar despite the haze of memory that nearly failed her thrice. Female and soft, she combed through her mental faculties to place a voice to a face, and, once fully visible, a face to a name.

It all connected at once. “Poppy?” She croaked, the sound a hollow wrack, coughs immediately following suit.

"Yes, yes it's me!" Poppy's joy manifested in a giddy seat-bounce in the armchair at the bedside, radiating relief. "Can you sit upright? Shall I ring for a nurse?" But before her bedridden friend could manage a partial response, she was calling for one anyway, unwilling to leave risk to chance on this momentous occasion.

The waking girl found her voice again with an air of confusion. “A nurse?”

Small, spry hands grasped hers then, and with a feeble sense of self, she was soon sitting upright with pillows to prop, blinking snapshots of her surroundings as if to process them slower than experiencing the now at full speed. Sense began to manifest then, as she recognized lying in a hospital bed, all manner of potion stores lining the nearby shelf, the black chalkboard enchanted to mark up a real-time display of her vital signs, arcing and dipping with her rapid heart rate.

Abruptly, the nurse on staff was erased with a sponge, one Miss Ophelia Derby replaced with the healer taking over, Miss Nova Fenwick.

A proper lot to digest awaited as she looked to Poppy for a slice of normalcy. With her, fresh memories of feeding mooncalves and scritching baby snidgets under their beaks soothed her brain ache, a small respite; call it intuition, but an inkling writhed in her unfed gut that the situation outside her bubble of awareness was grim.

As if to cram the notion deeper, Poppy’s subtle glance shift from eyes to throat fisted her self-consciousness, and so she felt about her face, noting all the important bits and bobs were still there, though something felt different…

Fingertips brushed the slip of fresh, sensitive skin, where it connected to the jagged, familiar skin of her neck. She followed it, from her earlobe to the hollow of her clavicle, scrunching her neck in an attempt to see it despite being physically unable to contort in such a manner.

The attending healer politely rapped her knuckles on the open door, asking if all was well before her eyes flared wide with the shock of finding her previously comatose patient sitting up and fully conscious. She spun on her heels, plaited hair whipping with the abrupt motion as she hurried off to hail a doctor.

Alone with Poppy once again, the burden of her two most prominent, must-be-spoken words fell on her shoulders. “What happened?”

The weight of the question buckled then, as Poppy’s chest swelled with the kind of inhale only meant to precede difficult conversations. She let it out unbearably slow and prepared the words that would provide clarity. From her solemn expression, she wasn’t exactly eager to know.

And so, Poppy told her dear friend about the night that everything fell apart.

A Ravenclaw through and through, her pursuit of knowledge knew nary a bound.

But this was information she ought not to have asked for.

Though her wand rested in her lap again, the hawthorn conduit pristine save for a small scorch mark on the hilt, she felt as if the ancient magic in her had somehow perished. The news that Poppy shared had been so devastating, so life-shattering that she wasn’t keen on the next steps, the what-nows unspoken for the time being, almost in mourning. She was left with this lead ball of news in her gut, liable to pull her down with it as it sunk.

Hogwarts was destroyed.

Once Ranrok accessed the final repository beneath the school, a chain of events followed in deliberate, gutwrenching succession.

First, her ancient magic amplified the effects of the repository. In Poppy’s words, it was like a magnifying glass held beneath a blinding ray of sunshine at high noon.

Second, when Ranrok was defeated, the magic was rendered unstable, and despite the ancient magic wielder containing it within a vessel as a source of rest, it remained hostile, churning continuously in the moments following, the volatile power fermenting in its own subatomic mass.

Then third, terribly so, the unbridled magic began to spread outward and up, pulverizing the very foundational bricks of the castle like shale rock beneath boots. Luckily, the professors were able to evacuate the school grounds exceptionally fast, with Aurors arriving on the scene to assist, but there was nothing that could be done to preserve or save Hogwarts. The clock face was first to fall, followed by the west tower, the Ravenclaw and Astronomy towers crumbling simultaneously, and then one by one, history, stories, and an era in itself were laid to rest in ruin.

That was in February. Seven months ago.

And the descendant of ancient magic had slept ever since. “Well, the muggle term is 'medically-induced coma,’ but that sounds awfully bleak,” Poppy sighed.

She cried through her physical exam, tears ceasing only while being coached through learning to walk again, but as soon as her personal effects had been returned to her on the day she was discharged, they sprang forth with renewed agony, facing the outside world without knowing what came next, as if the pages of a book she was halfway through reading were promptly torn out, the ending lost for good.

And to add more fuel to the flames of guilt consuming her insides, she learned her advisor and mentor over the past six months had perished along with the castle as well.

Professor Fig deserved far, far better, she thought, watching the valleys and hills of the highlands pass by in a blur of evergreen beneath the setting sun, as the Hogwarts Express rolled smoothly along the tracks en route to… well, whatever it was now.

Of course, they’d rebuilt the castle, she thought when Poppy went on to explain the aftermath. Students and staff banded together to erect a replica of the fortress they adored, though the unfettered magic, left floating about, anchored to the school grounds from the repository had… altered it, as time passed. When prompted for further explanation, Poppy refused to elaborate and remained blatantly cryptic, advising her to “keep an open mind.”

She ruminated endlessly in the weeks leading up to the start of term, during her physical rehabilitation appointments scheduled alongside the magic refresher compendium that Professor Sharp had oweled to her over the summer. “Seventh year awaits,” he wrote, each flourish of his rushed penmanship as punctuated as his tenor drawl, “see to it that you maintain your upward trajectory.”

Despite everything, the wielder of ancient magic felt wholly useless to the cause. Ever the diligent friend, her Hufflepuff companion provided reassurance, reminding her that she was bedridden and healing for the heftier half of a year. “Everyone is eager to see you again,” she added affectionately. “Especially a certain redhead.”

Garreth.

Bloody hell.

He was the first of whom she asked Poppy for updates about, steering the topic of conversation back to brighter prospects. Before Hogwarts was felled, before Ranrok and his arsehat loyalists encroached beneath their sacred place of study, Garreth had gone ahead and topped off the culmination of months spent flirting back and forth, their friendship toeing the line marking uncharted territory, with an admission of his feelings that left her chest tight and her center of gravity knocked clean off its axis.

And despite being deemed one of the brightest witches of her time, she hadn’t a clue how to react before mumbling a pathetic, “I need to think about it,” scrambling off to anxiously breathe into her bed linens.

Award-winning, frustrating, remarkable display of utter stupidity, that was.

She wouldn’t have the gall to approach him now and ask him to backtrack his feelings, months later, without a responding peep bridging the gap with a swell of awkwardness.

A Ravenclaw through and through, yes, but she was certainly dimwitted to matters of the heart.

Commotion in the adjacent booths tugged her from the self-flagellation stewing in her feelings. She poked her head out of the lonely compartment, curiously eavesdropping on a swath of fourth years discussing some sort of ward approaching. “Once the train passes through, it’ll light right up! My uncle helped with the redesign, incredible what that magic has done…”

“Quite right, I’m excited to see it happen.”

It only prompted more questions, of which she was about to pose to the younger students, when the train slowed considerably in its locomotions.

The voice of the stately conductor echoed through the corridor then, announcing to a chorus of animated titters and chatting. “Attention, students! We are now passing through the school ground wards, so you will notice some changes occur. Please remain seated, and ensure your personal effects are tidied, packed, and ready for arrival.”

Everything began to change in rapid succession, and she was wholly unprepared.

The first thing she noticed was how dark it became, all at once, without the ebb from daylight to night.

Then, immediately after, the train compartment transformed from the timeless warmth of woodgrain and upholstery, to sleek metal fabrication and dazzling light fixtures that glowed an otherworldly shade of teal.

The scenery outside her window drastically altered before her eyes, as the Hogwarts Express slowed in its approach of the train station.

And when Hogwarts Castle appeared in the distance, alight with fluorescent saturation, electric in its very existence, she was left in gobsmacked awe.

Thank you to @wedonthaveawhile for letting me 'borrow' her OC Nova from her story, The Serpents Hold 🤍 you are a total peach and I LOVE YOU

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