#fic: locket

[mixelation]

oh wait do you remember locket??? the AU where minato yoinks karin from kusa??? i randomly started rotating it again

karin is one year ahead of naruto at the academy

i feel like kusa would be upset about losing their magic healing doll so someone attempts to kidnap her like three months in. this gets shut down IMMEDIATELY and really boosts karin's individual trust in her adoptive family

i also wrote part of a scene of minato freaking out days after the Incident (not like bad freaking out, like he randomly checks in on her and is like "hey you're okay, right?") and he tells karin it's normal to be upset about bad things days and days about after they happen. so karin mulls this over and is like "what about YEARS after they happen?"

minato knew kusa was bad but karin tells him how bad, and he's like what the fuck??? and apologizes her to for not getting her out earlier. bc it is logical to not want to restart a war; however that was BEFORE he had a cute adopted daughter. now those people can just die :)

i'm not sure how this goes but i think kushina would want to recover the uzushio objects/seals that kusa took away form kasumi/karin, and then also what if she got to murder some people. idk how this part would go

i decided karin's genin team is unnamed jounin, sai, and kabuto.

my usual take for minato lives AUs is that Danzo ends up fucking around for years under his Kageship while minato has to figure out 1) he needs to be shut down, and then 2) how to do it without pissing off danzo's supporters. so in locket, minato has only recently shut down ROOT. sai is still sort of messed up as a result but he gets a few years of socializing in the academy before being put on a genin team. i don't think he and karin get along automatically, but she has a lot of secret sympathy for him as a fellow outsider

kabuto is a few years older and has been a genin for a while, but minato went for a nonstandard pick because he can see a situation where karin has to pick between healing someone and reigniting her own trauma, or letting her teammate suffer. and like.... she WILL have to learn to navigate that, and he's not going to baby her forever because he wants her to grow up to be an independent strong kunoichi, but also she is his special little girl and he can make it easier by putting a skilled medic on her team.

however minato's presence doesn't mitigate orochimaru. karin's "c-rank gone wrong" mission is kabuto being like "hey kid with uzumaki longevity and stamina and magic blood, wanna be orochimaru's new body???"

good news: karin unlocks her chains and resists her own kidnapping! bad news: jounin-sensei is dead, sai is injured, and kabuto runs off

i think brining her friend back from the brink of death would be like... the first time karin ever feels empowered by her magic blood. so like there's NEW trauma but also she's steadily learning to deal with her old trauma

i guess i never decided if team minato is also alive in this AU. if yes, i think her replacement jounin would be like..... obito or rin

[stinglesswasp]

Fanart of all that's said in the low light by headlocket

This fic will make you cry the most cathartic tears ever. Be sure to also check out the epilogue, in lieu of the bells 🥹🧡🧡

[aethon-recs]

Themed Rec List | Tomarrymort Recs by Horcrux ⚡👑🏆🔒💍

I wanted to put together a rec list of Harry/Tom fics with a core focus on horcruxes outside of Diary Tom (the most popular horcrux) and Voldemort himself. Please enjoy these 22 fics that feature one of Tom's horcruxes and their special relationship with Harry.

There’s a ton of interesting variation that can be explored within a Harry and horcrux Tom ship — from where the horcruxes are located and when Harry can conceivably meet them in canon (for example, the Cup horcrux is harder to access than the others); to what age they were made by Voldemort and how that would shape their personalities and interactions with Harry; to the different magical properties that they might embody, depending on the vessel that was chosen.

Finally, it looks like Scarcrux and Locket are the most popular choices (after Diary Tom), and we absolutely need more Cup horcrux fics!

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⚡ Scarcrux

Amensalism by @cindle-writes (E, 6k, complete)

Scarcrux becomes sentient after the encounter in the Ministry in Harry's 5th year and takes Harry for an adventure.

Bolide by @vdoshu (T, 3k, complete)

On October 31, 1981, a tiny piece of soul attaches himself to Harry Potter in order to survive. This is his story.

Creatures of the Dark we are by @hikarimeroperiddle (M, 28k, complete)

Banished to his cupboard at age 4, Harry learns to listen only to the Voice in his head. Its teachings warp all Harry could have become until no more than dark magic and devotion remains. Visions of a wraith with red eyes complicate matters, especially when Harry and the Voice follow it to Hogwarts so Master can get his hands on the Philosopher’s stone.

Eulogy by @meles-merrivale (E, 6k, complete)

You run through the things you have to do for the day. It is, admittedly, a very short list. Wake up. Be clean. Be ready. An empty life, some might call it. You don’t. It is the life He has given you, and so it is what you deserve.

last rites by @cindle-writes (E, 5k, complete)

Harry has an hour before he walks to his death in the Forbidden Forest. The horcrux in Harry’s scar decides to take matters into its own hands.

Look at me. by @crowcrowcrowthing (M, 1k, complete)

A dark night of the soul.

Pitch Black by @kagariasuha (E, 2k, complete)

The proximity of Horcruxes can influence anyone - especially Harry.

sandpaper kisses, paper cut bliss by @xodahafez (E, 27k, WIP)

Harry Potter survives the Killing Curse, but so does the horcrux within him. And this horcrux has been dangerously infatuated with Harry for seventeen years.

saw you in a dream by @duplicitywrites (E, 2k, complete)

Harry has had this dream before.

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👑 Diadem

A peculiar way of fitting together by @being-luminous (T, 2k, complete)

“Aren’t you going to ask me why I’m wearing a diadem?”

Dance Me On and On by @duplicitywrites (E, 19k, complete)

In his first year at Hogwarts, Harry overhears Quirrell interrogating Binns about an artifact from over a thousand years ago. Five years later, Harry uncovers Rowena Ravenclaw's Diadem in the Room of Requirement and finds himself pulled into a kingdom in the throes of a mysterious masquerade ball.

In Just a Moment, You’ll Be Mine by @dividawrites (E, 34k, WIP)

Tom has been stuck inside the Ravenclaw's Diadem for decades, alone, with nothing but his slowly fading memories. One day he feels a pull towards someone and gets interested. And then he gets obsessed.

Death is not an Escape by @whitepinkdandelions (T, 2k, complete)

The Lost Diadem of Ravenclaw is full of endless wisdom, so it only makes sense that it gets its hooks into Harry much faster than the rest of them.

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🏆 Cup

Thirst by @obsidianpen (E, 27k, complete)

Things go awry when the trio beaks into Gringotts. Harry finds himself trapped, locked in the Lestrange vault, wandless and alone... With a horcrux.

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🔒 Locket

Arson by @rudehellion (M, 8k, complete)

The hunt for Voldemort's Horcruxes is going poorly. In need of some space to think, Harry offers to take the first watch over camp and slips out into the snowy night. Unable to shake his dark thoughts, Harry finds himself drifting and he begins to dream. What he sees changes everything.

knock it off (part 1) / crave gets slaked (part 2) by @theonceandfuturequeenoftarts (E, 6k, complete)

At some point during Harry's time with the Dursleys, pain got crossed with affection. A kick from Dudley or having his arm yanked by Uncle Vernon at least means they’re acknowledging his existence. It’s not love, but it’s something. Too bad for Harry he carries that through to his less dysfunctional relationships.

The Cost by Blood_Stained_Fingers (M, 8k, complete)

The cost of making a horcrux was steep and when Voldemort manages to kill Harry, destroying the horcrux within, Harry finds out the exact price of losing a piece of your soul. It made a cruel joke that if Voldemort loved his horcruxes, Harry should love them too.

The Dead of Night by @cybrid (E, 6k, complete)

An empty house. A glint of gold. A dream. Or: running away from Privet Drive goes terribly for Harry.

The Ties That Bind by @mosiva (E, 8k, complete)

Harry finds the locket at Grimmauld Place, but it has a curse laid on it. When Harry triggers it, he finds himself trapped with the locket version of Tom Riddle, both of them stuck within the enchantment until they can find the way out. Or so Harry thinks.

Whole by Emriel (E, 20k, complete)

The horcrux hunt goes wrong and Harry fails to destroy the locket horcrux. Tom Riddle hands him over to the Dark Lord as a present for they know he holds part of their soul. In their care, Harry learns that feelings, no matter how toxic, are hard to get rid off.

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💍 Ring

Personal Assistant by @phantomato (E, 10k, complete)

“And that’s it? I call ‘Tom’ and you show up?” “Yes,” Tom answers.

shelter from the storm by @cindle-writes, @duplicitywrites (E, 7k, complete)

After being left behind by the Dursleys, Harry stumbles upon an empty shack in the middle of nowhere, where he finds a mysterious ring underneath the loose floorboards.

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[anunknownmartyr]

[lulublack90]

Prompt 1 - Rugby

@jegulus-microfic March 1 Word count 999

This is a continuation from last month.

Previous part First part

James took his hand, and they entered the cave. It was black as pitch in there. The light from outside barely illuminated the entrance. They carried on towards the back of the cave with their wands lit.

“There’s a safe house in Rugby set up for us to go to once we have whatever’s in there,” James said as he inspected the cave wall. 

“It’s just a cave.” Regulus peered around the gloom, looking for any sign that there was more, only half listening to James’s words. 

“It’s not. Can’t you feel that?” James had lifted his hand to the back wall. “There’s dark magic here.” Regulus moved closer and pressed his hand next to James’s on the icy cold stone. 

It was too cold. Colder than it should have been. He closed his eyes and felt the dark magic marbling through the cave wall. 

“You’re right,” He took out a small dagger and sliced a long, thin line down his palm.

“What are you doing!” James watched, horrified. 

“It’s blood magic. You need to give blood to open the secret passage.” 

As soon as the blood touched the wall, a cracking groaning echoed around the cave as a secret passage opened before them. 

James grabbed Regulus’s hand and performed a simple healing spell to erase the cut. 

Before them lay a huge Cavan, so tall their wand light was lost.

They stopped before a vast lake that covered most of the cave floor. 

“Nox,” Regulus whispered, extinguishing the light at the end of his wand before casting another spell that shot a glowing orb of light into the darkness above them. It lit more than their wands had. 

They could now see an island in the middle of the lake. “Kreacher said there’s a boat somewhere along here.” He walked along the edge of the water until James yelled.

“There’s something here!” They grabbed ahold of the invisible chain and pulled. It was just as icy cold as the cave wall had been. Regulus tapped it with his wand, and the thick chain appeared before them, attached to a tiny boat. 

They carefully got into it and waited. Nothing happened. Regulus tapped it and tried a few spells, but nothing. 

“I think it’s because there are two of us.” They were cramped in the boat it was clearly made for one. 

James pulled something out from under his robes and swung it around himself, disappearing. The boat started moving. James’s invisibility cloak had hidden enough of his magical power to trick the boat into magically escorting them across the mirror-still water. James tried to see the bottom, but Regulus pulled him back. 

“Kreacher said to be wary of the water.” 

The boat bumped gently against the island, and they clambered out. 

They climbed up the steep slope to the top, where a basin stood filled with a glowing green potion. Sitting at the bottom was a locket. 

“Kreacher said I need to drink it.” He walked forward, took a small goblet out of his pocket and scooped some of the potion into it. James grasped his wrist before he could take the first sip. “James, I have to. It’s the only way to get the locket out.” 

“No, Reg, there has to be another way. We don’t even know what it is, what it does.”

“We do know what it does. It causes pain. James, I must drink it all. Even if I beg you, I can’t. You have to make me.” James looked deeply into Regulus’s eyes, his jaw quivering. His hand tightened momentarily on Regulus’s wrist before he let go and nodded. 

Regulus took a sip. It was icy fire coursing through his body. It was as if someone had hit him with the cruciatus curse. He yelped but drained the goblet and refilled it. 

Again and again, he drank. He was starting to see things in the shadows. His mother and father loomed over him. Sirius on the night he left Grimmauld Place. A fake James telling him he hated him. If James hadn’t been stroking his back, he’d probably have fallen for the fake James’s words and broken down. 

He dropped to his knees, unable to stand any longer. James took the goblet from his hands and refilled it. Regulus drank and drank and drank, and just when he thought if he drank another drop, he’d break from the pain, it was over. 

“Reg—Reg, you did it. We have the locket.” James exclaimed.

“I’m so thirsty, James.” Regulus croaked. 

“You can have all the water you want as soon as we get out of here. You just need to wait a little longer.” James said soothingly as he transfigured an old necklace of his mothers into a copy of the locket they had just taken. 

He was putting it in the basin and watching the green potion refill when he realised Regulus was no longer at his feet. “REG NO!!!!” 

Regulus dipped his hand into the lake, and the water erupted with movement as though it was boiling. 

Inferi crawled to the surface, grabbing at Regulus. James rushed forward and dragged him away from the water’s edge. The Inferi kept coming. James panicked and threw the invisibility cloak over them. The Inferi paused, unable to tell where they had gone. James shuffled them into the tiny boat and waited for it to move. But it didn’t. It didn’t know anyone in it. James made a decision. He put the locket into Regulus’s robes and removed himself from the cloak.

The Inferi surged forward again, grabbing at the boat and rocking it. 

“Incendio—Incendio—Incendio!” James cast repeatedly. It kept them away for seconds before the hands crawled back along the boat’s sides. 

The boat crashed into the side of the bank, throwing James into the damp sand. He scrambled to his feet as the hands scratched at his ankles. He grabbed hold of Regulus and fled the cave, leaving the inhabitants far behind.       

Next part

[teenagemutantninjatrauma]

Needed to visualize Stockman from my mermaid fic so now he exists <3 More info about him under the readmore, yay!

Traced from this concept art and using aspects of his BTTS design and Bishop’s armor, since this is a Stockman still working at the EPF during the BTTS era <3 Nobody better come at me for tracing I just need a reference okay 😭

Neat little things about this armor:

in the back it still has extra mechanical arm for doing multiple things at once

his brain is not where a brain should be. It’s actually in his chest, the most heavily armored part of the mech. He’d like to avoid further brain damage, please and thank you

the hair is metal.

the hands are made from a special, soft material that allows him to handle fragile things and be as precise as he needs to be. They have a mechanical version of what we could call nerves, connected to his brain the way nerves would be.

The body is much more sleek than Bishop’s armor because, well. This isn’t an armor, it’s a body. Also you can kinda shove all the necessary tools inside when there’s not really any real guts.

His eyes can project holograms! :D

He kind of misses wearing his glasses. I miss them too tbh.

No buttons for controlling anything, his body is wirelessly connected to all the EPF systems that he has access to (which is pretty much all of them at this point). Basically, he can think it and it will happen. Guy is very much a machine more than he is a person in this way.

I specifically wanted to make him look a bit like his forehead/throat were bleeding. For fun!

[dharmasharks]

Well-worn

Teen | Steve x Bucky | 5.2K

Tags: Pre-Canon, Pining, Jealousy, it’s a Steve POV so, Loneliness, Sharing a Bed, Sharing Clothes, First Kiss, Friends to Lovers, 5+ 1 Things

Bucky was halfway out the window when Steve grumbled, “Can’t believe you named a chicken after me.”

He turned back to look at Steve over his shoulder.

“Just missed you, I guess.”

He was still smiling, but it was the honest kind that grew from both corners of his mouth. Not teasing. The weight on Steve’s chest widened, a familiar measure of dread that lasted all summer, long after the hand-me-down sweater stopped smelling like Bucky.

It really would’ve been easier if he were teasing.

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Five times Steve tried on Bucky’s clothes, and the one time they fit.

Read on AO3

For @stucky-week 2023 Day 1: Dressing Up. Thank you Mods for running this!

[theonceandfuturequeenoftarts]

Tom tightened his hand in Harry's hair, directing him over to the kitchen table before turning him around and saying, “Up.”

Harry sat on top of it, giving the other man a look. “The table again?”

“I do believe there’s a saying that goes, ‘if it isn’t broke, don’t fix it.’”

“I’m a bit concerned I might have to fix it if we keep fucking on it…” Harry said with a frown, wriggling to test the table’s stability.

“Well, I doubt one of the beds is an option and I’m not kneeling on the ground, so unless you have a better idea, accept that some basic furniture maintenance is in your future and stop complaining.”

“Fine,” Harry sighed melodramatically, yelping when Tom twisted one of his nipples harshly in response. “Y’know, if you’re aiming to fix the bad behaviour, you should probably stop giving positive reinforcement.”

“It would appear that nothing short of stopping completely or killing you would have any sort of corrective effect on your behaviour.”

And then Harry got an idea. A wonderful, awful idea. This must have shown on his face, because the horcrux started to say, “That was not a suggestion–”

Harry cast his hand towards the kitchen counter and put all his scattered focus into summoning… and, when a handle hit his palm, he grinned in satisfaction, handing it over to Tom with a slight flourish, earning a raised eyebrow.

“You truly have no sense of self preservation at all, do you?” Tom asked, examining the knife.

“Not a bit,” Harry agreed. “Cut my shirt off?”

(crave gets slaked)

[sometimesanalice]

Do you have any headcannons for Bradley and sweet girl that you’re particularly fond of but haven’t had an opportunity to talk about?

So, so many!

But one I’m particularly soft over is that Sweet Girl has a locket that Carole gave her for her 13th birthday that she treasures. So she doesn’t wear it very often because if anything were to happen to it she would be so upset about it.

There’s a moment the evening before SG and Bradley get married where it really hits him that Mav is his only family who will be there. (I’m not sure if I’ve talked about it on here before, but in the LIC Universe Goose has a twin brother. But Bradley never really knew him because the brothers had a falling out, and then knowing that his Uncle has the same face as his dead dad is a bit too much for him. So he’s never pursued a relationship with him.)

And while he’s so excited to become a husband and to make SG his wife, it’s a little bittersweet for him too. Especially since he knows how much Carole loved her and would be so, so happy for them.

As she walks down the aisle his eyes catch on something glinting in the sun dangling from the ribbons on her bouquet. When she’s in front of him, he reaches out for it and sees it’s the locket that his mom had given her. And it’s opened and on one side is a picture of Carole and the other of Nick. And she’s gently tells him “I told you they’d be here”.

The man is so overwhelmed by the gesture that he nearly jumps straight to the “you may kiss the bride” part before they’ve even gotten started. 💖

Thank you for this ask because I don’t know if I’ll ever write their wedding (even though I have her dress and everything picked out. Including the green velvet chairs at the sweethearts table 💚) and getting to share this bit makes me so happy!

come chat!

[leslutdepointedulac]

Walk in the Park/Heart-Shaped Locket

Valenfangs ~ Day 6: Walk in the Park/Heart-Shaped Locket

Armand and Louis are taking a walk through Central Park. It’s a cloudy night and the scent of rain is in the air; this doesn’t stop them from going out though. Louis is set to join Lestat in France the next night, whereas Armand is, at least for the time being, remaining at Trinity Gate. They want to make the most of their last night together. 

They’ve been walking side by side making idle conversation for the best part of thirty minutes, though that dwindles down so they’re merely enjoying each other’s company as they observe the lives of mortals passing around them. Their strolling takes them under a canopy of trees, sheltering them from the droplets of rain that have just begun to fall. 

“You can come and visit any time you like, you know. I’m sure Lestat won’t mind despite what he’ll say.” Louis says. 

“And disturb the peace of his precious court? I wouldn’t dare.” Armand’s tone is dry but Louis knows him well enough to know he’s only joking. “Don’t forget, the same applies to you too. Don’t let Lestat keep you hostage at that château of his.”

“He’s not my keeper. I’ll be able to come and go as I please.” 

“Make sure it stays that way, or else I’ll be forced to swoop in and rescue you.” Armand teases. 

[See You Later A03]

@valenfangs

[suddenlymicah]

i should really start reading the tags of fics recommended to me befote i read them

[abeinginsand]

The Locket - A Supernatural Lark/Terry AU

Bringing out a brand new au for Halloween week Day 3 Werewolves! Summary:

After his father is murdered by an elusive vampire, a young adult Terry--raised a wizard--jumps straight into the life of a monster hunter. He charges and stumbles through his quest for both vengeance and closure... And meets a brash, rather rude, and... ruggedly charming werewolf along the way. The two team up after several run-ins and a realization that their families seem to be connected to each other and that vampire. Connected by what? On the day of his dad's death, both he and his mother noticed Terry Sr's locket necklace had been stolen. Ripped from his neck.. A special engraved and enchanted locket that looks exactly like the one Lark wears around his neck! ---- This AU is still in progress but here's three sections of it so far (below the cut) :D

Beginnings Born to two wizards, a Mr. and Mrs. Stevens, Terry Jr was living an average, pleasantly magical life and looking forward to helping out with his family's shop when he got older... Until tragedy struck a few months after his 20th birthday, leaving only his grieving mother, himself, and the all too quiet Terry Sr. resting in a coffin...not a drop of blood or life in him. A vampire had come for him while he was at the shop. One folks knew, but no one dare speak about. Even to a son that had just lost his dad. Instead of continuing his studies to prepare to take over the shop, Terry impulsively becomes a monster hunter instead. The kind of person he'd only read about in stories before. He dedicates much time traveling during the day, for supplies and info. But switching from scholar to hunter in search a short amount of time was no easy task. It was hard to keep up with every little detail on what being may be weak to what ingredient or material. And that's trouble leads him to his first encounter with a certain wolf in the nearby forest. ----

First Meeting Terry gets into an argument with his mother. She is worried but he feels like giving up the search would be giving up on his dad altogether. He rushes out at night to clear his head and has forgotten its a full moon. The young man accidently interrupts hunting time--and ends up being chased away. When only one wolf keeps up with him the further he goes, he tries to confront the beast. Coming to a full-stop and tossing a ball of garlic at its howling mouth-- Only for the werewolf to pause and then gulp the ingredient down. Shit, right, werewolf goes with silver not garlic. Terry expects the being to lunge, but instead the creature staring back at him somehow has this vibe that it's smirking at him, Laughing. He glares, ears flushed and runs off while the wolf is still in a good mood. ---

"Huh, you're shorter than I expected." Basically, the two keep running into each other but only when Lark's in wolf or the stronger/ferocious werewolf form. They've exchanged names via speech (Terry) and written (Lark). The two bicker at times and find a friend in each other other times. Lark's mostly stuck around due to amusement and that Terry...seems so knowledgeable and passionate. Just not about the monster hunter stuff that he seems to be so set on right now. (He sees a bit of himself in that same situation...) Anyways, Lark's family always hunts far from their home as a safety precaution. So, Terry's never been over in that town where Lark's living his daily life. Until this point in the au, where Terry Jr's come to town to get some ingredients for his mom from the Oak-Garcia farm. He meets Sparrow first--friendly, polite, an eerie glint in their eyes. The wolf ears do distract from that though. It seems the family were some kind of werewolves. As weary as he was, he trusted his mom's judgment. The purchasing goes well and right after he uses a transport spell to zap the stuff to his mom's front door... Another man is suddenly holding him up by the collar. With a near similar face to the polite person from earlier. Bright green eyes, furrowed eyebrows, and flared wolf ears. The features seemed familiar in away Sparrow's had not. "What are you--Did you follow me here? You've never done that before...should have never trusted a wizard." "...Lark, is that really you? " "Why are you acting like you don't know, Terry? How are you here if you don't--" "Huh, hm...h-huh, with you holding me up this high...I can see you're shorter than I expected?" Lark lets him down after that, probably saying 'yeah, bet I'm a lot stronger too' with a grumble and a tail wag which Terry would say is cute but he's not testing his luck further that day haha Both talk a little to reach an understanding that Terry's there by coincidence and not out of malice. This is hinted to have happened to this oak-garcia family before. With the scar on Lark's right cheek and one on Sparrow's left hand etc ...To be continued!

[landwriter]

Hello! It's the Lucy Locket anon again, and I made up a list of my anon fics for you. Please heed the warnings, I hope you like them! They're all collected in the Sandman Dreamwidth Kinkmeme Collection.

Shrike

Monsters Made Sorry

Marked into Skin

Written in Ink and Burn

The Safety in a Word

A Domestic Sort of Nightmare

A Handle on the Situation

Courting Destruction

Uncalled and Without Names

Tornado Season

From Some Infernal Kingdom

Seen like this, I apparently have strong feelings about certain themes, and it is very clear I've been using the kink meme to blow off steam...

What a bounty!! Thank you so much for making a list, am sure I will not be the only one delighted by this collation <3

Listen, what is the kink meme if not for blowing off steam, and what is the sense in writing if not to chew over the same themes like a dog with its favourite stick? If I ever post a fic that's not got relentless wonder or repressed desire and hunger or a sense of place, then you should be alarmed because someone has probably hacked my account.

Cannot wait to check all these out!! Thank you again, Anon!

[millipede-menace]

Context :

Eventual scene in my leoichi fic -> No Flirting With The Lifeguard

Yuichi is having an identity crisis in a cave. He starts yelling at the picture of miyamoto usagi he keeps in his pocket for motivation/when he’s looking for guidance.

FYI the picture in question is this shit lol:

I know they didn’t have polaroids in the edo period but i like to think that if they did, Miyamoto Usagi would take photos after almost dying & send them as postcards to friends with stupid shitty inspirational quotes (very much in a “I lived bitch” way)

or maybe it’s a tiny portrait of miyamoto usagi but he was homies with the painter so they did silly poses

Yuichi was the one who crossed out queen to make his inspirational quote more personal lol

He also whips this bad boy out when he’s in a pickle, hence the “what would miyamoto usagi do?”

[bluenightfm]

fic is so far 10% satoru gojo's insecure thoughts abt being a sub-par guardian, 10% me crying over how little megumi and tsumiki were when satoru took em in, and 80% an elementary school suspension letter . and no title like alright

[lulublack90]

Prompt 17 - Dawn

@jegulus-microfic August 17, Word count 766

Previous part First Wolfstar part

He followed James through the wooden entrance doors and then left down the steps towards the dungeons. He kept close to James and tried to match his footsteps, so the echoing corridors didn’t give him away. 

They stopped before the blank expanse of wall that served as the secret entrance to the Slytherin dorms.

“Oxyuranus microlepidotus,” James recited, and the wall began to shudder. A door with intricate silver filigree adorning it appeared in the previously empty wall. James hesitantly reached for the handle and swung it open. 

The Slytherin Common room was exactly as he remembered it. Dark, with black leather chairs and sofas, sparsely illuminated by a few candles dotted about, helped by the small amount of light that drifted in through the waters of the black lake, but right now, with it being dark outside, the windows that made up the far wall were as dark and cold as obsidian. 

“Hi, erm, Mr Slytherin sir,” Regulus’s head snapped in the direction of James’s voice. He’d moved to stand in front of the portrait and was trying to get its attention. “Hi, sorry, I was wondering if I could ask you a couple of questions?” James continued. Salazar ignored him, looking out of the side of the frame away from James. Regulus felt a surge of anger swell in his stomach. He ripped the cloak off and stormed across the Common room. 

“Oh, it’s you,” Salazar sneered as Regulus came to a stop beside James. 

“Oh, he talks,” Regulus shot back rudely, balling his hands into fists. 

“I do to students I recognise. This one I do not.” Salazar peered closely at James. “He looks decidedly Gryffindor to me,” 

“James Potter, a pleasure to meet you, sir,” James forced a smile on his face and Regulus caught the jerky movement of his arm, realising James had been about to offer his hand to the painting. 

“Hmmm,” Salazar replied. “And why are you darkening our doors again, Mr Black?” Regulus rolled his eyes before retrieving the locket from his pocket. 

“Look familiar?” He said, letting it swing to and fro on its chain. 

Salazar lunged out of his chair and got as close to them as the confines of his canvas would allow. 

“Where did you get that?!” He spluttered. 

“In a god-awful cave surrounded by inferi,” Regulus answered, letting the locket rest in the flat of his hand, the chain pooling around it.  

“It is wrong,” Salazar murmured, as he moved his head trying to get a better look. Regulus took a step towards him, holding it aloft. "What has been done to my locket?" He furrowed his brow as he continued to examine it.  

“We believe that a man who calls himself Lord Voldemort has turned it into a Horcrux,” Regulus told him.

“OUTRAGEOUS!!!” The portrait bellowed, the frame around it coming away from the wall with the force of his emotion. “HOW DARE HE!!! THAT DESPICABLE EXCUSE FOR AN HEIR!!!” Salazar paced around his small area, his snake coiling itself under his ornate chair to avoid his stomping feet. “Curse that Tom Riddle!” Salazar continued his tirade. He spun to look at them again. “What do you need?” He asked with determination in his eyes.

“We need to know how to open it so we can destroy it and in turn destroy Voldemort,” Regulus told him, being totally honest. 

“Who’s Tom Riddle?” James butted in. Regulus, too, wanted to know he’d never heard that name before.

“They are one and the same,” Salazar said, sitting down in his chair, tired from his outburst, and retrieved his snake from under his chair, hissing what Regulus guessed were soothing words to it. “A childish nickname he made up for himself now his only name,” Salazar looked up from his snake. “Tom Riddle is Lord Voldemort,” Regulus and James looked at each other. This was new information. Something no one else knew. 

“Now about my locket…”

By the time Salazar had given them as much information as he could, the pinks and golds of dawn were peeking above the horizon. Regulus was exhausted, his mind swirling with too much information, and all he wanted was to slip into James’s comfy bed and snuggle into the man beside him, but first he had to follow James up to Dumbledore’s office. He yawned under the cloak as James spoke the password and followed him up the stairs behind the stone gargoyle.

“Ah, James, good morning,” Professor Dumbledore welcomed him the second they stepped into the office. “Please, sit down, we have a lot to discuss. Sherbet Lemon?” 

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