#advent star chapter

[bantersnatch]

have you ever gone "gee i sure wish i could read a weirdly grounded prequel-slash-character study speculating about host!vic's relationship with their step family"?

...no?

well. that's what i wanted. i wanted it so badly, in fact, that i've gone and written it myself. if you've ever gone looking for a longer/multichapter vip fic, or you want to see host!vic start out bad and get so much worse, or you just crave bianca content -- there might be something here for you, too!

[slowd1ving]

IWAUSBTIDAWRIANWATSIARHNAFTFTWOADP ✦ . SUNDAY

I was an underpaid salaryman but then I died and was reincarnated into a new world as the strongest in a reverse-harem novel and forced to follow the whims of a deranged pope??? headcanon/drabble thing idk before I recommit to my baby pendulum art creds: noredemptionarc on x pairing: pope sunday + male reincarnator reader warnings: none, just some obsessiveness ig and violence wc: 4k

HONKAI STAR RAIL MASTERLIST

MASTERLIST ・゜・NAVIGATION

✦ . Each person has their own unrealistic daydreams about things they want to experience: a day with unlimited money, exacting revenge on a particularly insufferable coworker, or perhaps the advent of superpowers. Paltry things, naturally, in response to the endless mundanity and strife present in a vast world.

✦ . Naturally, you’re no different: an overworked corporate pawn that fits uncomfortably in the statistical median. Each ambition of yours is imprisoned in a charcoal suit, and your only solace is escaping to other worlds to forget this one. That’s your daydream, wrapped neatly in a bound volume of novels and the cracked screen of your phone.

✦ . Apocalypse, martial arts, romance—you devour each and every genre. Horridly predictable clichés, trash storylines and badly written characters: they pile up, catalogued in your reading history with carefully curated reviews. There are gems that you wouldn’t mind ending up in; with those, you plan cautiously your ascent to a comfortable, entertaining life—an office worker versus the pixels on your phone. 

✦ . Alas, you wind up in a cliché of your own: entering an eternal slumber from overwork and reincarnating as a side character in the shitty b-rated romance novel your coworker recommended. Scratch that—not even a side character but an extra. It’s a karmic jab at the scathing vitriol you left buried in the comments, engaging with the work only to argue with people beneath each chapter about the god-awful plot devices and utter vapidity behind the character choices. Like, come on, a harem based on how ‘interesting’ the female lead is? Seriously? 

✦ . Except, the situation is very serious now. Shoved into the body of one of the male leads? You could’ve dealt with that hand. Reborn as the villain responsible for the situations that inevitably ended with each male lead getting closer to the heroine? Sure, you’ve read enough of those that you have a comprehensive, cited manual on how to turn around your fate. But… being born as a commoner in a fantasy setting, a good twenty years before the story actually starts, in a village that would likely be stricken by the plague or wiped off the map as a plot device? You’re screwed. 

✦ . Or that’s what you might’ve thought, if the plot wasn’t so predictable. 

✦ . You’ll set yourself up for life if you play your cards right—following each cliché like a trail of breadcrumbs to find each magical artifact or whatever, unlocking a magical core probably along the way, finding every obvious foreshadowing Chekhov’s gun style. Training to be the underdog knight who ends up as a second male lead? Pshh—that’s amateur stuff. You’ll make a name for yourself, journeying through the lands of Argo to steal the main characters’ glory. 

✦ . It’s simple. You wait for an inevitable war with demonic hordes that probably contributed to a tragic backstory in the main cast, and do your best to get recruited by the grizzled veteran who conveniently spots you training with a stick in one of the fields. Either you die and leave this stupid world, or you get lucky and rise up in the ranks—a win-win situation, really.

✦ . It hurts. The magic sword that you found located suspiciously in the forest looks into your soul and determines you are not in fact pure of heart and will wallop you until you are, thus the golden-haired Southern Duke’s heir Gepard Landau misses his opportunity to acquire the legendary Harpe, and you get to be beaten up in his stead. You don’t complain though—this is all part of the convoluted process that is mentioned once (never in detail) that creates a stupidly overpowered character. 

✦ . It hurts. The veteran who noticed your far-too-enthusiastic movements knows his stuff—in true cliché fashion—and you are molded into the perfect little soldier, bruised within an inch of your life. You learn various footwork techniques and the basics that shape your swordwork into something to be feared, that cuts down demons like wheat under a sickle. 

✦ . It hurts. Magic circles brand the tender walls of your heart when you’re thinking about the physics degree you started but never managed to complete, and you pass out a few times as they stabilise—but it’s fine. Pain is temporary; those sweet gains will be your plot armour. 

✦ . Guilt might have wracked your heart if you were one of those irritating protagonists that firmly believed they should stick to the plotline no matter what, but you aren’t. If it’s truly a fictional world you are in, then your actions won’t matter; and if it’s a real world, then your actions merely represent a parallel divergence in this universe, and the world actually doesn’t revolve around the main cast. 

✦ . You are the first to find the demonic stone that is meant to be absorbed by the Duke of the North, Yingxing—one of the more disturbing male leads—and consume it to catalyse the formation of additional magic circles around your body. He’s just some guy whose demonic heritage and extensive training created a ridiculously strong and edgy lead who is fixed or whatever by the sunny protagonist. 

✦ . It is when you accidentally-on-purpose stumble across the statue of an old goddess Idrila that your ripples culminate into a tidal wave of change. Within the subtle planes of the stone, a mythical being slumbers—meant to be the driving force behind the knight-turned-second-lead Argenti’s actions, yet will now be used to your full advantage as you drip your blood into the offering plate. No, she doesn’t grant wishes, but she does give him a pretty neat technique that creates a water-tight defense.

✦ . You may have gone too far. The paltry details you’ve robbed from the story—mere plot devices that only accelerate the male leads’ growth—have forged you into a war hero, practically capable of standing toe-to-toe with the Demon Queen herself. Well, not really. You won’t push your luck, even as you’re being awarded a medal of honour and a title for turning the tides. It’s a viscounty—far more than you expected, but you’ll take it, even with the whispers in high society about you. A commoner turned noble. Oh, the scandal—the horror. Truly, you could not care less as you return to the battlefield to find even more spoils—except, you almost crash into a herald on your way and stare incredulously as he delivers the king’s edict. 

✦ . Guard His Holiness. 

✦ . You were fine dealing with the murderous stare garnered from the Northern Duke as you politely bowed to the protagonist, fine with interacting with the two more rational male leads (though it was a controversial case when it came to Sir Argenti, if you were totally being honest), but His Holiness? Now, this wasn’t a plotline you could have predicted. If memory serves you correctly, mad dogs of the battlefield are, you know, kept in the battlefield slaughtering demons—not, you know, on guard duty. Is the king being for real?

✦ . He is, in fact, being for real. Part of you wants to take the rolled up parchment from the herald and bash it over your head, but another part of you appreciates the unexpected nature of the request. Or perhaps it’s expected, as the natural enemy of demons is the Church of Order, and they will likely be targeted by the hordes next. Except, you’re not quite sure why the most dangerous of the male leads, Sunday, needs protection. Of the unfortunate quartet, he is the most obsessive—the papal figure of Ena the Order, with his deluded faith coming only second to his absolute devotion to the heroine. 

✦ . Though, on second thoughts, heading to the church might be the only plausible course of action—you know, consult with whatever god is running this place, get some answers to the questions that have really been bugging you, like the logistics of this world, and perhaps why this feels far too like an easy mode on a video game with all the clues laid in front of you. You want a real head scratcher, now that everything’s fallen neatly into place: your wealth, title, and sick powers. 

✦ . Except, as you’re kneeling before a statue of Ena and fervently wishing for some explanations and perhaps an answer for why things continue to be easy mode, a sickening chill spreads over your body—almost as if THEY are laughing at you. Easy mode? THEY seem to scoff, before the feeling fades away and you stand up, feeling dread pool in your stomach. 

✦ . You’re just some guy. You took this job and didn’t run away to the neighbouring kingdom, purely for the reason that your soul is about as clean as pond water—much like all the other people who frequent the temple—and Sunday views these ordinary people, these sinners, with a benevolent sort of sympathy. Nobles and commoners alike are lumped in together as the ‘lambs’ who require salvation—including you, of course. The pure-hearted main character is a general exception to this rule—somebody who in his eyes, absolutely embodies light. She’s far purer than he is, which ironically serves as the sun to his wax-adhered wings—catalysing his imminent destruction and advent as someone who’d do anything for her. The Sunday you’d read about with mild fascination will inevitably grow distant to the plight of people—which is perfect for you, either way, as you will be reduced to white noise, befitting of a mere guard. 

✦ . Well, it’s not like he needs a guard, regardless. If you had to pick one positive of that novel, it would be evenly distributing the power levels of each male lead—meaning that Sunday was comparable to the other three in his own right (or he might even be slightly stronger, considering your hijacking of key level-up materials of the other three). And in true novel fashion, he’d likely just dismiss you as soon as you announced yourself. 

✦ . Which he does. He’s not necessarily a tall man, but the way he dresses pristinely and talks in that clipped manner makes him exude a certain type of presence that makes you wary of numerous facets of his character: the almost-too-angelic image he presents himself with, the dark expression he wears when nobody can see him, and finally, the uncanny way he spots lies within someone’s words. Of course, you’re not necessarily important enough to exchange words with, therefore it’s not like he can glean lies from your brief greetings when you come to fulfill your duties each day and are promptly dismissed from your post. 

✦ . You’d be pretty annoyed about this blatant waste of time if it weren’t for the fact that it gives you access to the theological works located in the library—ample time to research the exact cliché that led you here. Though you’d wished for such a reincarnation to take you from Earth, it feels artificial almost, when you’re pre-cognisant of what will happen based on the tried and true arcs of each repetitive novel you’ve read. 

✦ . There’s no way of telling what point of the story you’re in. With how many things you’ve screwed over, it could be over for all you know—or there could be a parallel story culminating from all the butterfly effects you’ve unleashed. Ah, whatever. You’re strolling through the well-maintained courtyard with a divine treatise in one hand and the constant droning of Harpe in one ear, attempting to find a nice little shady nook to lurk and read in, when you see it—the protagonist, presumably meeting the papal figure of the Order for the first time. The slight flutter of the wings by his face that denote him as part of an angelic race confirms it, and you turn on your heel abruptly, leaving them to talk. 

✦ . Except, the protagonist is far too friendly for her own good—and hasn’t in fact forgotten about a commoner-turned-viscount who met her properly like once. She waves at you cheerfully, calling out your name, and you turn around slowly—like you’re in some horror movie, which you probably are. 

✦ . “I didn’t know you got transferred here!” Each time you see her, you’re reminded of the interns at your company—friendly, not yet crushed by the depressing reality of corporate life. It makes you feel bad for her, but then you’re reminded of who exactly stands next to her when you politely take her hand and bow your head over it in a perfunctory greeting. 

✦ . “Yes, as per His Majesty’s orders.” You’re laconic in your usual state, which seems to cut you some slack with Sunday, who observes each miniscule shift of your emotions like some damn psychologist—the general apathy you feel to the both of them, the yearning to go somewhere else (anywhere but here). You can feel the intrusion, and it’s a double-edged sword. If you succeed with this, you can successfully convince him you’re not a threat. 

✦ . “What are you reading?” She spotted the book you’re half-heartedly keeping tucked by your side, and you can feel the intensity of Sunday’s stare increase. Shit. 

✦ . “Some of the interpretations made by the Prophets.” You mutter truthfully, feeling as though you’re being interrogated. You hesitantly show the worn cover—wanting to be anywhere but here, under the Pope’s intense scrutiny of his guard.

✦ . “Oh, really? That’s—”  “The manuscripts in the library aren’t meant to be taken out of the building.” Sunday’s cool voice interrupts her, and you practically wither. 

✦ . “My apologies, sir. I was unaware of that.” It’s best to smooth things over instantly: pathetically bowing your head to the Pope. “It’s Your Holiness, viscount. And it’s unseemly for a guard of mine to be unaware of two such crucial pieces of knowledge.” As expected, he’s meticulous about everything pertaining to his image—so unbelievably fastidious that it might’ve irritated you had you not had so many years of working under irritating superiors. 

✦ . “Yes, Your Holiness. Then, I’ll excuse myself to return the treatise.” There’s not a trace of annoyance in you—rather, a profound relief at him providing the convenient excuse for you to exit. It was probably on purpose that he did so, hoping you’d take the hint and leave, but it works very well for you. 

✦ . “Wait— is that the ancient language of ◼◼◼◼◼?” There’s a brief pause, before you stare at the book again, prompted by her curious words. It’s not in the fictional language of this place, but the ancient tongue had always been denoted in the novel as square brackets around the original English of the text for convenience, which indirectly manifested it as English when you reincarnated here. 

✦ . “I suppose,” you mutter. It’s rare to find clergy who can both read and speak it well, and even rarer for a regular layperson to do so. It’s far too time-consuming to learn with the current alphabet of this place, and the pronunciation isn’t intuitive at all based on how the words are constructed, considering the language here. It makes you wonder at the sloppy linguistic developments of this world, further supporting the hypothesis that you’re still in a fictional world. 

✦ . [You’re fluent and not just loitering about to waste time?] Sunday speaks, maintaining his even tone and crisp cadence—though they’re tinged with some Argonian ways of speaking. The protagonist’s head swivels between the two of you, and you sigh internally at the prolonged disruption.

✦ . [Yes, Your Holiness. If I wanted to waste time, I’d beat up your knights templar. But as it stands, it’s not like you’re letting me perform my job regardless, therefore I am in a state of loitering perpetually.] You bow your head once more, feeling a strange sense of vindication. [Now, if you’ll excuse me.] Then, you leave—particularly refreshed after the little spat. 

✦ . That is your first mistake. 

✦ . The second comes from having befriended the Saint, Robin. Though formally, she’s meant to be in isolation—guarded in her tower save for days where she descends to the realm of mortals—you’ve felt sorry for the faceless girl and her quiet complaints, so you’ve taken to spiriting away sweet foods from the outside and leaving them on her windowsill—using the special footwork arts you’ve trained in for such paltry purposes. As it turns out, Templar knights are more than willing to leave guard duty to a war hero, which means you become more or less a constant in her terribly lonely life. You feel horrible. Her voice has been blessed by the gods, and thus she’s been reduced to a songbird—shackled to a birdcage by the corrupted elders of the church. 

✦ . Yet, she can’t even escape, for the hold they have over her brother makes her unable to leave. 

✦ . You only realise what a horrible mistake it is when the two of you end up bonding over literature—on one side of the table, a veiled Saint eats some of the strawberry cheesecake that you baked after sneaking into the Temple kitchens at night, while on the other, you sit with a cup of hard coffee to knock some energy back into you. Well—it’s not exactly then that you realise you fucked up. After all, you’re enjoying a pleasant conversation on the most mundane of things: the birds that fly past her window and occasionally stop by to bring her flowers, the weird sort of stiffness that the priests move with outside, and the unique taste of the cakes the pâtissier in the village makes. 

✦ . You don’t bring up your past, nor her situation. It’s the only respite she gets from her solitude, and it’s the only respite you get from your own—two misfits within a strict hierarchy. 

✦ . Yet…

✦ . “Explain exactly what you are doing here.” Cold fury vibrates through Sunday’s voice as he stands in the stone doorway leading into the Saint room. You freeze under his yellow-eyed, boreal glare; every second stretches into an infinity, and the cake on your fork wobbles in tandem with your hand. 

✦ . Shit, isn’t this breaking some kind of taboo? The veiled Saint pauses, then places down her fork too—yet, she’s not shaking in her boots like you are. 

✦ . “Don’t yell at him.” You’re staring at her incredulously, and your fork clatters against your plate as you drop it. Sunday’s gaze swivels to her, and his brows furrow. 

✦ . “And you—what have I told you about being careful?” It’s not exasperation in his voice, but something else that you can’t quite put your finger on. Concern? Nah—can’t be. 

✦ . “She’s not at fault,” you argue. But upon reflection… “Neither am I, actually. I’m fulfilling guard duty whilst being her friend.”

✦ . Friend. You can tell her eyes are fixed upon you from beneath her veil—though you can’t tell they’re brimming with some emotion. Sunday only scoffs at your words—his unmoved mask wavers in the face of the Saint, it seems. “Guard duty? You’re flagrantly disobeying protocol, again, while being a bad influence on the Saint. What are you doing here in the first place?” 

✦ . “Stop it, Brother!” Her words send a shocked shiver down your spine—and she’s pulling off her veil, showing you a face and wings that are practically a carbon copy of her brother’s. All angry and red and yelling, and you’re left staring at two siblings squabbling over you. “He’s one of the only things that have been keeping me sane in this misery. I’m old enough to distinguish who I can trust and befriend—” 

✦ . “Robin…” he murmurs, wings agitated and flattened against his face. His lips part and close once more, before his eyes swivel to yours in a renewed glare. “And you—”

✦ . [Follow me.] His icy tone clearly translates into the tongue he switches to, and you’re essentially marched out by the ear. You haplessly look back at Robin, but all she mouths is ‘I’ll see you later’. It’s barely an assurance that you’ll survive the encounter, but at this point, you’ll take any assurance you can get. 

✦ . You get your answer when he practically slams you down into a chair in his office, wiping his dove-grey gloves off as if you’re dirt reincarnate, and you scowl. 

✦ . “Answer me honestly,” he demands, and you nod with a swallow. You can feel the familiar intrusion rooting around in your mind, drinking in every change in emotion. “Are you seeking to harm Robin?”

✦ . “No, I’m not.” You hold his gaze. There are two sides to his personality—the apathy he feels towards everyone, and the care that he bequeaths onto those close to him. It’s been like that in the novel throughout the duration of his arc—this new, irritated side to him is one you’ve never seen.

✦ . “I would’ve thought a war hero would have a spine, but you’re far more pathetic than I thought.” It’s a cutting remark, but honestly, you’re marvelling at the change. 

✦ . “All due respect, Your Holiness, but you’re my employer and this is a feudal system,” you reply neutrally, gazing at the floor as if it’s captivating you. The glare focused on you intensifies. 

✦ . “I changed my mind. Report to me each morning—I’ll put you to work.”

✦ . He lives up to his words. Rather than guarding him, you’re entrusted with translating manuscripts into this world’s tongue—a task that had previously been split between him and two other cardinals, yet has now been unceremoniously delegated to you. You’re paid, naturally, yet not for the damn job that you were meant to do. 

✦ . “Pour me some tea.” It’s another flippant side to him that you only ever witness when you’re alone with him. If anyone walked in, all they’d see after politely knocking would be a paragon of hard work—Sunday—and his aide. That’s what you’ve been reduced to from a mad dog of the battlefield. 

✦ . “What am I, a maid?” you mutter under your breath, and his yellow eyes hone in on you in the precise glare that makes your spine prickle. 

✦ . He only softens when he sees his sister—inviting himself to the designated ‘tea times’ the Saint has set for you, and merely staring at you whenever you speak, never deigning to reply to you but only Robin when she speaks to him directly. 

✦ . “I think you’re the closest to a friend that he’s ever had,” she tells you one time, when he’s busy with the inevitable duties that come with being the pope. You don’t say anything, laughing off her words internally. You? A friend? To Sunday? The maniac obsessed with divinity, the Order, and the protagonist? It’s ridiculous. He challenges you to a duel that very night—and you think it’s over. He’s never shown his hand like this in the novel; those who witness him fight might as well be dead.

✦ . His divine power manifests itself as thorns—looping and weaving in dangerous ways you barely manage to block with Harpe and Idrila’s defense, crashing into the secluded ground of the Templar knights’ training hall. 

✦ . “What’s wrong?” he taunts. “Didn’t you say you could beat templar knights? And here you are, struggling before a mere member of the clergy?”

✦ . You don’t fall for his provocations. No, actually, you do. A magic circle activates. Another halo appears around his head.

✦ . It’s a narrow victory, you think, but he’d claim it as his—two bodies lie heaving in the sand, surrounded by the rubble of a training hall. 

✦ . “You know magic. Fix it,” he pants, looking down at his sweaty body in mild disgust. To be in such a state—you read his thoughts amongst the affronted flutter of his wings.

✦ . “Isn’t divine power better for repairing things?” you comment sardonically. “I think I’m all spent.”

✦ . “Should I report you to the king for lapsing in your duty?” he glares, sitting up. 

✦ . “You could,” you settle your hands beneath your neck contentedly. “If anything, I’d simply be fired and sent back to the battlefield. I’ve got armies to command, don’t I?”

✦ . There’s a crack, before a pillar (that had been precariously canted at an angle) comes crashing down against the billowing grime of the hall. You startle, and whip your head to gaze at Sunday, who merely looks at you placidly. 

✦ . “Is that so?” he murmurs. There’s something buried deep in his eyes—something implacable, as though he was the one that caused the pillar to snap in a fit of anger. Anger over your impudent words, most likely, and nothing else—right? Right?

[auraisereigh]

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Hi Whimzycle! I'm a HUGE fan of your art, it makes my days brighter and I absolutely love how you draw Aster! <3 I started enjoying ROTG and the GOC saga again and I was wondering if you felt comfortable sharing your top 3 fanfics! :)

Thank you so much!

Daawwee thank you!! I appreciate it!! I used to be intimidated when it comes to drawing Bunny but lo and behold, he is the only one that I drew the most out of all the rotg cast lmao.

As for fics though...[Sweats in majority of the rotg fics I read are Jackrabbit centric]

I'll try to keep it as neutral as possible though lmao

Top 1. Prelude to Time Feelers by atimefeeler

I'm sorry I know I said I'll keep it neutral but I really can't help it. It's a really good fic, Jackrabbit notwithstanding. In my defense, the romance isn't really romancing, really they're more queer platonic that's why I like it very much. This fic is so good, genuinely. It's a reimagine of events that happen in both the book series and the movie. The fusion of both media is really well-done and it's world-building even more so! It features perspectives from Mother Nature, Bunnymund and Jack. So like, essentially, you get Mother Nature's backstory, Bunny's backstory and Jack's pov all in one chapter. It's great I love it. High tier, 10/10 fic. Though if you really aren't comfortable with the Jackrabbit part of it, it's cool. I still think you should give it a try lmao.

Top 2. My Stars and Your Valleys by ketren

This is one of the really cool ones lmao. It's a science-fiction au!!! Almost like the likes of Star Trek but it feels more like a treasure planet for me lmao (I've never seen star trek, I'm sorry I'm a degenerate lmao) One of the things that I really like about this fic is how well it incorporates elements of the movie into this fic like oh my god. Especially Jack's initial relationship with the guardians is almost like the movie and it's good, it's great I love it. Oh and the plot!! Goddamn the plot!! It's so eerie and mysterious and I love it. It keeps you interested for the entire duration of the fic, wondering what the hell is happening lmao. But oh! I most love Jack's relationship with his sister, even though it's only at the first and last chapters lmao. They're so good, I love how complex it is. It's a high tier, 10/10 fic!!! Please read it!!!!! It's so good!!!!!!!

Top 3. 188 Hugs by Icka M Chif (mischif)

Affectionate Guardians are my weakness and this fic exploits my love for it. Also, it's Jack and Bunny centric so it's a two-for two punch of things that I love. The title says it all when it comes to the plot lmao. It's essentially an exploration of Jack and Bunny's friendship through hugging lmao. It's a great fic high tier, 10/10. (Although really, any fic from this author is a 10/10) I love how it tackles the Jack is lonely for 300 years bit and the only way to dismantle that is through the power of friendship and found family. Really, the only solution to everything. And I love it, it's great, it's amazing and I feel so much joy over this fic. I really don't need to explain much lmao. This fic is just so good, I'll let it explain itself for you. So please!! Read it!!! So you can experience the immense joy I had when reading it lmao!!!!!!

Now, I know you only said my top 3, but I'm adding honorable mentions because it is a crime if I do not include any of them:

Sparks Fly by Icka M Chif (mischif)

Naughty and Nice by Icka M Chif (mischif)

Not a Guardian by Icka M Chif (mischif)

Advent, Advection by pengiesama

Selenographia, sive Lunae descriptio by pengiasama

Looming Shadows by Reidluver

Nights and Nights Again by partingxshot

When Hope Gives Way to Joy by taizi

Other Ways by Asidian

Unique by Asidian

Learning to See by emeralddawn

Mischief Managed followed by April Fools by Neyiea

Allegro Non Molto by tablrcloth

Flower Prompt: Yarrow by melissae-astron

Like a Star by Lunermoon1000

Protege by ProlixEllipsis

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nearly lost things, carefully tended by squadofcats: antique appraiser Draco [46.6k]

scurrilous by saras_girl: radio host draco, magical creatures shop harry [25.1k]

a guide to the morphology of magic by orphan_account: curse breaker draco, auror harry, american mystery [64.0k]

reckless by tinasstagefright: auror harry, DMLE inventor/potioneer draco makes harry's protective gear, some angst [57.9k]

the art of thank you notes by fictionclaw: broom mechanic potter, artist/researcher malfoy [82.2k]

helix by saras_girl: frost snail mating season, 8th year advent au [92.8k]

running on air by eleventy7: missing draco, investigator harry, mystery slowburn [74.8k]

before a fall by eleadore: wasting draco, harry wants to know him, boys being mean to each other, 8th year [64.1k]

red and green are complimentary colours by scarlet_moons: 8th year roommates au, self conscious malfoy, slowburn-ish [101.3k]

alliges duplicia: bound by talesfromanuntoldstory: accidental bounding of magical essences [102.4k]

forgive those who trespass by lomonaaeren: GORE, immortality maze, harry pov, happy ending [135.8k]

the first source of happiness by lomonaaeren: short d/s story [13.7k]

the dust of water by lomonaaeren: 10 year memory loss, angst, doesn't regain memories [144.0k]

acts of life by lomonaaeren: harry returns draco's wand, politician harry, goes from ginny to draco [77.4k]

a reckless frame of mind by lomonaaeren: Cassandra Curse, mild romance [52.0k] pt1

a determined frame of mind by lomonaaeren: resolving the Cassanda Curse, angst, heavy romance [97.8k] pt2

keep this wolf by lomonaaeren: world-building, alpha harry, unspeakable draco [83.1k]

the silence of your love by malfoypolix: deaf harry, death eater malfoy, 5th year, voldemort [76.0k]

through the garden by orphan_account: post wizarding war, brief schooling, draco moves to italy, happy ending [68.0k]

marry me? by orphan_account: case fic, hate crimes, fake engaged, happy ending [40.4k]

a new chapter at hogwarts (drarry) by drarry_1998: professors, SLOWBURN, angst, repetitive, happy ending [141.6k]

the black lily community by ebibily: community center, parent roles, fluff [70.6k]

perpetual motion, perpetual sound by dodgerkedavra: insomnia,  𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂, harry is making artifacts, angst-heavy [51.6k]

beautiful meanings in beautiful things by cloudings: 8th year, a punch makes a soul bond [76.9k]

the most splendid thing by anonymous: quidditch stars, accidental bond, angst, happy ending [61.2k]

bound by ghosts by malachiiiemryss: 8th year, draco gets bullied, slow burn [63.0k]

partners, professionally. - a drarry fanfic by withluvchloemarie: repetitive but domestic, auror partners [97.9k]

golden age by zeitgeistic: both resorted into hufflepuff, environmental crisis, saving the wizarding world quietly [52.7k]

the ordeal of being known by louisfake: mind healer legilimens draco, voiceless harry, prophecy [146.6k] pt 1

the rewards of being loved by louisfake: emotional, unspeakables, obliviate, quest for immortality [160.5k] pt2

draco malfoy and the unlikely guardian by happymooncactus: 8th year, blaise fwb, 🍇 attempt on draco [64.6k]

nature of the beast by lomonaaeren: veela mates, bonding, dominant draco [126.3k]

the songbird ascendant by lomonaaeren: egg creation, birth [4.1k]

a soft place to fall by amomori: sorrow's eye flower, hydrus, insomnia, hallucinations [142.7k]

emerald and scarlet by orphan_account: 8th year, ED harry, mid development [67.0k]

flower war by xxthedarklordxx: oneshot [8.3k]

renovation of the heart by riyan_blue: quarantine, forced cohabitation, friends all come to grimmauld [92.7k]

way down we go by xiaq: chronically ill draco, werewolf harry, harry's magic is keeping draco alive, farm in AL [109.7k]

i knew you when i knew nothing by fiella: angst, memory loss, memory loss 2, 8th year [114.6k]

get some by sara_holmes: 8th year, fwb, sneaking around, draco probation [78.3k]

soup-pocalypse and the great curry cataclysm by Squadofcats: veela draco's instincts make him cook for harry [104.3k]

hermione granger's hogwarts crammer for delinquents on the run by waspabi: harry never gets his letter, plot-heavy, revolutionary 2nd wizarding war [93.3k]

friendly competition by jaysehasnograce: rival professors to lovers, no major conflicts [74.6k]

ex nihilo (and other feats of an untrained veela) by kandakicksass: veela bonds, allure, cohabitation [127.0k]

i think that possibly, maybe i'm falling for you by cramber: trans barista draco, no major conflicts [43k] 42,999

queen of the weeds by apliddell: 8th year, muggle studies, no major conflict, weed [61.3k]

timecode by rasborealis: harry was dead, time loop, cairn, christmas, [73.3k]

let's watch the flowers grow by

orpheous87 et al.: florist coworkers, fake dates, no major plot conflict [74.7k]

harry potter and the elusive day off by pleasebekidding: sleep healer draco, day off dream [71.7k]

ocean of storms by brief_and_dreamy: repairing hogwarts, slytherin rooming, smut, emotional angst [113.1k]

monster by p_pato_roldnart, shushu_yaoi_lj: cursed music box, veela/werewolf draco, curse breaker harry [71.7k]

what husbands are for by softlystarstruck: political marriage, werewolf harry, vampire draco, falling in love [52.6k]

constellations on your skin by shushu_yaoi_lj: scar healer werewolf harry, portrait fixer draco, curse bond [56.4k]

any instrument by dicta_contrion: france, biomagicology, elder wand in leg, effect of emotional suppression on magic [131.1k]

all the western stars by oflights: seer draco, werewolf harry, castor and pollux cottage keys [78.3k]

expectant by loveglowdinthedark: one night stand, mpreg, veela draco, werewolf harry, emotional [62.4k]

sourdough by academicdisaster: baker harry, agoraphobic draco [17.3k]

pop up pals by bambimoss: auror harry, pensieve probe, draco's inaginary friends [62.4k]

room for two by laughterloveandlarry: fluff, nanny harry, scorpius, healer intern draco, found family, domestic [209.6k]

blackbird by violenttulips: harry is turned, draco helps him cope, alpha, werewolf culture, corrupt wolf-hating aurors [69.3k]

it's not living (if it's not with you) by epsilonargus: gryffindor veela draco, mates before the war, trauma, happy ending [60k] 91.3; includes a rewrite

match fit by ravenclawsquill: magiphysio draco, pro seeker harry, hip injury, world cup [25.2k]

where the falcons fly by mynameisthunder: complicated, healer draco, falmouth falcons seeker harry, multiple plots, physical whump [283.1k]

christmas courting by kai_embers: pureblood courting rituals, harry accidentally enters the courting [87.8k]

emergence by lomonaaeren: mild draco sick fic, happy ending [13.1k]

time to eternity by calrissian18: veela mate induced sickness, sick fic, happy ending [16.6k]

fall on the earth by dodgerkedavra: auror partners, emotions tied to the weather for 12hrs from a potion, happy ending [15.3k]

potions | a bitter poison to brew by drarrymadhatter: core sick fic, bond, cohabitation, potion cure [25.0k]

to live, or just exist — that is the question by drarrelie: harry loves baby teddy, draco comes to live at andromeda's cottage too [96.4k]

embers by shiftylinguini: werewolves, alpha draco omega harry, draco can't knot [41.2k]

glory be by lomonaaeren: veela assassin draco, chosen (mate) harry [32.8k]

end racism on the OTW - shine, even in the darkness by raitala: veela emergence draco, job in textiles, mate harry [41.1k]

here's the pencil, make it work by ignatiustrout: barista draco, muggle friends, harry stalks him a bit [49.4k]

the sun will come out by momatu: scorpius, quidditch match, museum, tutor harry [36.7k]

in heat by m0stlyvoid: omega draco, alpha harry [4.1k]

this is how by bixgirl1: only omega draco, mega alpha harry [6.5k]

let out the beast by acupforslytherin: professors, omega harry, alpha draco [9.6k]

harry potter and the werewolf consultant: draco helps with teddy's shifting; harry is part werewolf too [14.9k]

blue boy by orphan_account: ravenclaw introvert draco x quidditch god slytherin harry [9.0k]

graceless heart by shushu_yaoi_lj: manor library, ocd draco, 8th year, ptsd [132.1k]

azoth by zeitgeistic: alchemy, snape mentor, potions apprentice harry, tranfigurations apprentice draco, philosopher's stone creation [88.7k] pt1

searching for wondrous creatures by zeitgeistic: jellyfish oneshot [1.6k] pt2

heal thyself by astolat: plot heavy, draco apprentice->healer, renouncing dark magic [46.9k]

the liars department by dorothyann: new dept by Sir Salas Suirup to make hermione look bad; harry joins draco in it [103.3k]

stars can't shine without the darkness by the_royal_prat_7w7: agoraphobic germaphobe ocd harry, muggle school au [29.9k]

the care and keeping of veela by jtimu: oneshot [1.0k]

a sword laid aside by korlaena: hideout, case fic, recluse harry, undercover draco,  the Magnate, cohabitation, emotional [128.7k]

last christmas by innerlilith: christmas one night stand gone awry, harry wins back draco next christmas [17.3k]

slithering by astolat: draco has a snake, parselmouth harry [27.3k]

faint indirections by ignatiustrout: harvard librarian harry, book messages [29.7k]

coffee, cakes and doorknob snakes by omi_ohmy: parselmouth harry, house tries to kill him, cursebreaker draco [40.8k]

it's too cold for wyverns to fly by steampunkserpent27: werewyvern draco, harry takes him in [43.2k]

when we were lost (we found each other) by spifty_one: fastburn, adults, researcher harry, mpreg, marriage, domestic [110.0k]

on our side by phantomgrimalkin: accidental mpreg, found family [46.1k]

just for me, just for now by vividblossom (dirtymudblood): fwb to public [3.4k]

what i thought by bafflinghaze: draco thinks they're dating, harry thinks it's just sex [7.8k]

[hello-worldfanfic]

my drarry fic recs !

part 1 / ?

these fics will EXCLUSIVELY contain a Redeemed!Draco in his adulthood, happy endings, and a nice ratio of serious to funny! lotta these touch on wizarding politics and social issues, also most explicit scenes can be easily skipped over and aren’t integral to the stories. oh and i’ve starred my personal favorites!

also! obligatory fuck JKR! we support trans rights, anti-racism, and feminism on this blog!

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The Liars Department by DorthyAnn ★

Teen & Up | 103k | 17/17 Chapters

Redeemed!Draco | MinistryOfMagicEmployee!Draco | Auror!Harry | Harry Grows A Backbone In The Workplace | RomCom | Shenanigans | Draco In The Muggle World | Sassy Mirrors | Amazing OCs | Nonbinary Character | Draco Is Besties With His House Elf | House Elves | House Elf Culture | Draco Is A SPEW Follower | Second Chances | Political Intrigue | Progressive Politics In The HP-Verse | Ministry Of Magic Corruption | Harry And Ron Actually Respect Hermione | Hermione Is A Badass In The Face Of Workplace Discrimination | Illustrated!

This is a story about Harry meeting up with Draco Malfoy four years after the war. And a story about Harry, well, not hating his job per say, but it's not like he has much to compare it to and it seemed fine. His whole life seemed fine. Then Malfoy came along with and his flashy suits and fast car making everything seem dull in comparison, and Harry... Harry couldn't just leave well enough alone.

Headlights in the Snow by Saras_Girl ★

Mature | 71k | 25/25 Chapters

KnightBusDriver!Draco | CharityWorker!Harry | Redeemed!Draco | Cozy | Advent Fic | Christmas | Diverse Characters | Amazing OCs | Cats! | Badass Old Ladies | The Boys Learn Work Life Balance | Second Chances

What’s big and purple and smells like tea? Harry is about to find out.

Here's The Pencil, Make It Work by ignatiustrout

Mature | 49k | 1/1 Chapters

CoffeeBarista!Draco | Redeemed!Draco | NoCareer!Harry | Bisexual!Harry | Harry Has A Bisexual Awakening | Harry Is Awkward | Draco In The Muggle World | Queer Community | Critical Of Hogwarts Culture | Diverse Characters | Draco Apologizes To Hermione | Second Chances | Mental Health | Diverse Characters | Amazing OCs

Harry thinks "Why is Malfoy working in a coffee shop in muggle London?" is a much simpler question than, "Are you going to accept that auror offer and, if you don't, what will you do?"

The Ordeal of Being Known by louisfake

Mature | 146k | 14/14 Chapters

Redeemed!Draco | MindHealer!Draco | Auror!Harry | Draco Is A Tad OOC But That’s Just His Therapist-sona™ | Draco Is A SPEW Follower | Draco Is Besties With His House Elf | Draco Likes Muggle Things | Harry Grows A Backbone In The Workplace | Mystery | Political Intrigue | Ministry Of Magic Corruption | Harry Unpacks His Childhood Trauma | Dumbledore Bashing | Scrabble | Second Chances | Harry Is The Burnt Out Gifted Kid Of All Time In This Fic

When Auror Potter is anonymously cursed with silence by being forced to hide his own voice inside his mind, there's unfortunately only one person in the country with the qualifications to fix it: Certified and Licensed Healer Legilimens, Draco Malfoy, specialist in Mind Curses and Afflictions. It's obviously a terrible idea, a disaster waiting to happen, but Draco's never been able to back down from a challenge... especially from Potter.

Like the Son Holds the Moon by louisfake

Mature | 49k | 8/8 Chapters

Redeemed!Draco | Writer!Draco | Unspeakable!Harry | Redeemed!Narcissa | Harry Grows A Backbone In The Workplace | Ministry Of Magic Corruption | Department Of Mysteries Corruption | Political Intrigue | Amazing OCs | Magical Theory | Draco Reconnects With Teddy And Andromeda | Second Chances | Harry Has Mommy Issues | Gratuitous Amounts Of Hair Braiding | Watercolors

Narcissa Malfoy is missing. Harry has no idea why the Unspeakables want him tagging along on the investigation, but he's not complaining. His job has never been this interesting. His job has never before involved observing a fit, long-haired Draco Malfoy around the clock, or noticing how good he smells, or burning his breakfasts. They're not paying him to ask questions, or notice when something is terribly wrong, or take matters into his own hands. Unfortunately, these are the things Harry Potter does best.

the measure of a memory by citrusbaby ★

Mature | 84k | 13/13 Chapters

Redeemed!Draco | PoliticalActivist!Draco | Gay!Draco | Professor!Harry | Bisexual!Harry | Indian!Harry | Black!Hermionie | Lesbian!Ginny | Lesbain!Luna | Diverse Cast | Political Intrigue x1000 | International Wizarding Politics | Prison Reform | Blood Status Politics | Auror Corruption | Ministry Of Magic Corruption | Magic Theory | RomCom | Mystery | Action | So Many Dates | Denial Is A River In Egypt And Harry Is Drowning In It | Draco Reconnects With Teddy And Andromeda | Second Chances | Does Harry Unpack His Childhood Trauma Or Does His Childhood Trauma Unpack Him | Progressive Politics In The HP-Verse | Harry And Ron Actually Respect Hermione | Draco Has Daddy Issues

Seven years after the end of the war, Harry has made a quiet life for himself, as Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. Dark magic looms just beyond the horizon, but all Harry wants is to be left out of it. Until Malfoy asks him to teach him the Patronus Charm. Harry agrees out of suspicion. No other reason.

Pop Up Pals by bambimoss

Explicit | 62k | 11/11 Chapters

Redeemed!Draco | MinistryOfMagicEmployee!Draco | Lonely!Draco | Auror!Harry | Examining The Ethics Of The Ministry | Ministry Of Magic Corruption | Mystery | RomCom | Draco Watches Muggle Romance Shows | Sympathetic Hermione (Her Thirst For Justice Knows No Bounds) | Second Chances

Draco Malfoy leads an ordered but rather unfulfilling life, working in a Ministry basement and residing in his cramped Muggle flat. Feeling underappreciated and horribly lonely, he purchases some special charms that allow him to conjure imaginary friends. Unfortunately, after becoming a suspect in a potions smuggling investigation, Draco is forced to surrender a month’s worth of memories for a Pensieve Probe. The aurors assigned to bear witness to his most private and embarrassing moments are none other than the Ministry ‘darlings’ Harry Potter and Ronald Weasley.

No Harm by Tessa Crowley (tessacrowley)

Explicit | 46k | 3/3 Chapters

Redeemed!Draco | Healer!Draco | Auror!Harry | Draco Gets Put Through The Ringer | Harry Grows A Backbone In The Workplace | RomCom | Political Intrigue | Progressive Politics In The HP-Verse | Ministry Of Magic Corruption | Auror Corruption | Harry Kinda Goes, Like, ACAB For Aurors | Class Issues | Healthcare Inequality | Draco Reconnects With Teddy And Andromeda | Second Chances

After a long, bloody war, Draco Malfoy just wants to do something good with his life for a change, and resolves to become a healer. But magical society refuses to make it easy for him, and an increasingly dramatic series of events—all of them instigated by Harry Potter—get him kicked out of med school, force him to live in exile, and threaten to destroy the new life he’s trying so desperately to build. But Harry isn’t instigating anything—at least not on purpose. He’s just trying to work up the nerve to ask him out. His efforts don’t appear to be going great.

Cut From the Sky by mallstars ★

Explicit | 150k | 24/24 Chapters

Redeemed!Draco | ShopOwner!Draco | Tailor!Draco | Unspeakable!Harry | Harry Grows A Backbone In The Workplace | Draco In The Muggle World | France | Time Loop | Ministry Of Magic Corruption | Department Of Mysteries Corruption | Cozy | Amazing OCs | Queer Community | Transfem Character | Miniature Making | Unexpected Ending | The Ending Is Still Happy And Hopeful Fear Not

"I'm stuck in a time loop, reliving November 2nd. This is the 111th time I've lived through today." Draco stilled. His moody eyes, the tension in his hands where he gripped onto his umbrella, the careful mask of blankness flickering over his face — everything about him was so difficult and so very dear to Harry. "Ah," said Draco, "and?"

[allforthebingo]

fanworks by the participants of aftg advent calendar 2024 || foxes edition (13-24)

[13] special traditions - relaxing next to the fireplace - actors au || "don't blame me."

[fic] Hazel Eyes and Fireplaces | neil josten/andrew minyard by @millportisntreal

[fic] actors au | kevin day/aaron minyard by @billdenbrough

[fic] actors au | kevin day/aaron minyard by @vykio

[fic] KevAarvent - Chapter 13 | kevin day/aaron minyard by @starsandgutters

[14] mistletoe adoption - barista au || "tell me."

[fic] Coffee and Confusion | katelyn mackenzie/aaron minyard by @millportisntreal

[fic] "tell me." | kevin day/aaron minyard by @billdenbrough

[fic] "tell me." | kevin day/aaron minyard by @vykio

[fic] KevAarvent - Chapter 14 | kevin day/aaron minyard by @starsandgutters

[art] Matt and Dan underneath the mistletoe by @not-youranswer

[art] mistletoe | neil josten/jean moreau by @nyaar0n

[15] ice hockey - wishing on a star - time travel au || "wait, don't-"

[fic] Stars and Calculations | neil josten/andrew minyard by @millportisntreal

[fic] wishing on a star | kevin day/aaron minyard by @billdenbrough

[fic] wishing on a star | kevin day/aaron minyard by @vykio

[fic] KevAarvent - Chapter 15 | kevin day/aaron minyard by @starsandgutters

[16] watching as it snows outside - coffee shops - band au || "thank you for being there for me."

[fic] Scones and Triangles | kevin day/neil josten/jean moreau by @millportisntreal

[fic] watching as it snows outside | kevin day/aaron minyard by @billdenbrough

[fic] watching as it snows outside | kevin day/aaron minyard by @vykio

[fic] KevAarvent - Chapter 16 | kevin day/aaron minyard by @starsandgutters

[17] snow angel - matching tattoo's - the perfect court au || "i want the best for you."

[fic] Sleds and Angels | kevin day & aaron minyard by @millportisntreal

[fic] snow angel | kevin day/aaron minyard by @billdenbrough

[fic] KevAarvent - Chapter 17 | kevin day/aaron minyard by @starsandgutters

[18] exchanging gifts - canon compliant - tattoo shop au || "you came." "you called."

[fic] Tattoos and Daffodils | kevin day/jeremy knox/jean moreau by @millportisntreal

[fic] KevAarvent - Chapter 18 | kevin day/aaron minyard by @starsandgutters

[19] teeth clattering from the cold - ruffling the other's hair - historical fiction au || "relax, i'm here."

[fic] Tells and Tea | andrew minyard & renee walker by @millportisntreal

[fic] KevAarvent - Chapter 19 | kevin day/aaron minyard by @starsandgutters

[20] secret santa - hot chocolate dates - ballet au || "make me."

[fic] Anniversaries and Serendipity | neil josten/andrew minyard by @millportisntreal

[fic] KevAarvent - Chapter 20 | kevin day/aaron minyard by @starsandgutters

[21] christmas decoration - cloud gazing together - boarding school au || "don't ask for the truth when you know that you can't handle it."

[fic] Clouds and Blankets | Neil Josten & Jean Moreau @millportisntreal

[fic] KevAarvent - Chapter 21 | kevin day/aaron minyard by @starsandgutters

[22] frozen - never have i ever - lawyers au || "i want you."

[fic] Drinks and Tattoos | PSU Foxes & PSU Foxes by @millportisntreal

[fic] KevAarvent - Chapter 22 | kevin day/aaron minyard by @starsandgutters

[23] skiing - pet names - high school au || "how much did you hear?"

[fic] Ski Lifts and Hot Tubs | kevin day/andrew minayrd by @millportisntreal

[fic] KevAarvent - Chapter 23 | kevin day/aaron minyard by @starsandgutters

[24] wrong partners underneath the mistletoe - visiting new places - superheroes/villains au || "i'm fine."

[fic] Visits and Eggnog | neil josten/andrew minyard by @millportisntreal

[fic] KevAarvent - Chapter 24 | kevin day/aaron minyard by @starsandgutters

[welcometololaland]

super late seven sentence sunday, but in celebration of the rwrb advent fic i'm currently writing, have some Eurotrip (chapter 13! so you know we are slowly inching towards the end).

“I don’t want to be the one to say this, but there’s a lot of lipstick on the—”

“Mouth?”

“I was going somewhere else with that.”

Henry grins. “Truly? With a pure and innocent mind like yours?”

“I’ll show you pure and innocent,” Alex grumbles, although he reaches for Henry’s hand and plants a possessive kiss on his cheek, just to remind him whose body he should be thinking about. It’s not like he’s feeling jealous of a statue, or anything.

“It is a little sad that Oscar Wilde was never this beloved during his lifetime,” Henry points out, completely changing the mood. “I wonder what he would think of his legacy.”

Alex hums thoughtfully, then says the most un-thoughtful thing that comes to his brain. “Well, if he liked blowjobs, he’d probably be pretty happy that people seem to want to kiss his—”

“You’re horrible,” Henry interjects, although he’s laughing as he unfurls their intertwined hands and jostles Alex’s shoulder playfully. “Let’s go before you mortally offend everyone in our vicinity.”

thanks for the tags @nancys-braids @carlos-in-glasses @lemonlyman-dotcom @carlossreaders @everlastingday

@strandnreyes @orchidscript @heartstringsduet @henrygrass @nisbanisba and @ironheartwriter (I know almost all of you are exclusively lone star, so i'm sorry for my betrayal here).

tagging: @kiwiana-writes @rmd-writes @clottedcreamfudge @everwitch-magiks @stereopticons

@sherryvalli @emmalostinwonderland @suseagull5914 @beautifulhigh @lilythesilly

@ships-to-sail @inexplicablymine @absoluteaudacitywrites @indestructibleheart @cha-melodius

@affectionatelyrs @firenati0n @thesleepyskipper @happiness-of-the-pursuit @hippolotamus

@lightningboltreader @carlos-tk @porcelainmortal @myheartalivewrites @tintagel-or-cockleshells

@leaves-of-laurelin @cricketnationrise @dumbpeachjuice @agame-writes @sparklepocalypse

[dramioneasks]

Christmas Fics (2024) (Part 4):

A frosty Encounter by tomfelton4ever69 - T, one-shot - A Christmas Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger story

Beneath the Hogwarts Snow by pizzalsalamino - not rated, 12 chapters - When Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy stay at Hogwarts over Christmas, they never expect their frosty rivalry to melt beneath the castle’s enchanted snow. Seeking refuge from their families and the world’s expectations, the unlikely pair find themselves crossing paths under mistletoe and moonlight, uncovering vulnerabilities they never dared to share. Amid snowy duels, stolen dances, and confessions by the fire, their connection grows—but so do the shadows of their differences. As the holiday magic fades, they must confront the harsh realities of their divided worlds. Will love born under the mistletoe survive beyond Christmas?

Five years later by Frau_weasley - M - A Dramione Advent Calendar Story - Set five years after the war, this Advent calendar-style story delivers 24 chapters of slow-burn romance, sharp wit, and heartfelt moments between Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger. Each day unveils a new chapter filled with evolving emotions, humorous banter, and glimpses of healing and redemption. As they work on a Ministry project during the festive season, sparks fly in unexpected ways.

Once Upon a December by angelicaghoul - M, WIP - Hermione Granger finally accepts to meet the parents of her current boyfriend, Michael Parker over the Christmas holidays. Only to find out that the significant other of her boyfriends sibling is her ex, Draco Malfoy, whom she left over a decade ago. Can they survive the few days under the same roof and be civil with each other?

Merry Christmas On the Line by SaltyOrange - M, one-shot - It’s Christmas Eve and Draco Malfoy dials a number.

Sanctuary by neilistic - E, one-shot - It's Christmas Eve. Darkness has fallen across the land, splintered howls ribbon through the wintry air, and Hermione is being hunted. In a quiet church she looks for sanctuary... just one small moment of peace before the end. What she finds is a dark-eyed priest, and maybe the answer to the bitter, hopeless prayers she's offered to the stars since the day that He left.

Candy Cane by callhermalfoy - M, one-shot - Hermione has a Christmas wish for Santa to fulfill.

Merry Christmas, Please Don’t Owl by induetimemydear - not rated, one-shot - When the holidays taste like a cup of grief ribboned with the nauseating aroma of what could have been One-shot : On opposite ends of life now, Hermione and Draco both reluctantly reminisce over the tragedy that was their relationship and the memories that cling to their souls. Nothing brings up longing more than the holidays

The Curse of the Past by TotalBookNerd99 - M, WIP - Fate hates Hermione. it threw her into a world that hated her for things she could not control, it took away her family, and now her daughter is marrying the son of the man who broke her... The only upside? She will be dead months after the wedding, so it's not like she will have to sit through a lifetime of awkward Christmas dinners. Oh right, another way fate hates her...she's dying of a curse no one can break because the sociopath who gave it to her is long dead. New downside? The man who broke her has crashed back into her life with a refusal to let her die and brought a bunch of past slytherins along with him.

icebreaker by ninepiecesofcrait - E, one-shot - On his way out of the office for Christmas break, Malfoy accidentally grabs the horrible present Ginny gave Hermione instead of his own, unraveling Hermione’s plans for a quiet, relaxing holiday in a single, vibrating moment.

Merry Christmas from Azkaban by Stephydfab - not rated, one-shot - The singular ghost of Azkaban is obsessed with Christmas and the only person that can see him is Lucius Malfoy, who is strikingly devoid of Christmas Spirit. Let's remedy that, shall we?

The Ghost of You by TaintedEmbrace - G, one-shot - Sometimes the ghosts we carry aren't just memories - a Dramione Christmas Eve story set in the aftermath of war. [WARNING: CHARACTER DEATH]

Cat in a (Santa) Hat by AccioPeaches - T, one-shot - After Theodore Nott's Christmas gift sparks chaos in the Granger-Malfoy household, Draco finds himself locked in a battle of wits and wills with a none-too-pleased Crookshanks. With Hermione determined to capture the perfect holiday photo, and the grumpy feline’s demands growing ever more absurd, all Draco wants is a moment of peace and a relaxing bubble bath. But in a house where Theo’s mischievous influence lingers, Christmas was never destined to be easy.

[dizzy-dudd]

🦋 A Star is Born 🌟

On one winter’s night, as the cold wind blew, Meta Knight looks up into the sky atop the towers of Castle Dedede.

“A star shines bright in the skies of the north, prophesying the birth of another astral starborn. It has been a very long time since an event such as this has occurred, when Kirby made their way to this planet during a spring breeze, but that felt like eons ago.

I wonder why the galaxy believes it needs another one of us again, is there another threat that has yet to put our land in peril? Is there a danger that lurks in the dark once more? Whatever it is, it is clear that there is a reason for this occurrence.

I wonder what you will be like when you arrive. Will you be kind and compassionate like Kirby? Will you be strong and heroic like Dedede? Will you be as brave and considerate as Bandana?

Or will you threaten this land once more like dark matter did years ago?

Will you wish to care for and nurture this land? Or will you wish upon its destruction?

Nay, I mustn't let such thoughts plague my mind, I must stand firm and observant in my judgment…

…and yet I just cannot wait for you to arrive, young one.

I raise my mighty blade in the air for you, awaiting the advent of a brand new star.”

Meta Knight ⚔️

Table of Contents | Chapter One >

[sephirthoughts]

Mother

Chapter 1: The Grey Figure

summary: post-advent children, the remnants of sephiroth wind up somewhere they aren't supposed to be, without a clue how they got there, or how to get out. a mysterious figure takes them under its wing, claiming to want to help them.

tags: gratuitous silliness, slight mystery, post-canon, the remnants are the stars because we need more of them

rating: teen and up

warnings: amnesia, i guess?

Location: The Skyless Plains, Space Between Worlds

Through the bleak and barren waste, a solitary figure wandered. Grey and wraithlike, it was, veiled in hooded robes, like shredded wisps of cloud; invisible in the purple-grey fog, that hung heavily over the featureless landscape.

But that was alright. None who came here had eyes. 

The figure had just paused, to contemplate choosing another direction, in which to wander aimlessly, when a sound disturbed the perpetual calm. A voice. Then another, and another. Three voices!

“But such lively voices in this place are unheard of,” thought the figure, then laughed inwardly, believing itself to be terribly clever.

Since it had no specific reason to choose any other direction, the figure glided toward the lively voices, to take a look. Soon, it came upon their source: three legless and armless little blobs, who seemed to be quite small, for creatures capable of generating so much noise.

The grey figure thought of them as little, because, though size was entirely conceptual, here, when judged relative to the grey figure’s own size, theirs would be similar to grapefruits, if the grey figure is assumed to have the rough dimensions of a human being. 

In any case, the three little blobs were made of pale and wavering light; one white, one blue, and one green—which only mattered because the light was actually life force, which could be seen by those without eyes, and thus the colors perceived, in this place. 

“Greetings, little blobs,” said the grey figure, in as polite and non-terrifying a tone as it could remember how to configure. 

Of course, the three blobs screamed in terror and darted away as fast as they possibly could. Or, perhaps, darted is the wrong word. They had no limbs and, to be perfectly honest, were not very fast.

The grey figure stood watching, curiously, as the tiny disembodied existences wriggled in the grey dirt, inching away at a pace far slower than its own usual, aimless strolling. 

“Did we—did we lose her?” the green one panted (having absolutely no reason to be out of breath, since none of them had lungs).

“Maybe, but those things are wily,” said the (slightly) more intelligent white one. “She might be trying to trick us into letting our guard down.”

“No one told me to have my guard up, in the first place,” the blue one whined. “I’ve had it down this whole time.”

“Pardon me, little blobs,” said the grey figure again, in an even more polite and non-terrifying tone.

The three blobs repeated the process of howling and flailing stupidly in the dirt, until they succeeded in getting a few more inches away, upon which they repeated their former conversation, nearly verbatim.

The grey figure gave a forbearing sigh. Reaching down, it plucked up the three wriggling blobs and held them in its (purely conceptual) palms, to have a (metaphorical) look at them.

“You’ll never take us alive!” roared the white one.  

“I’m too beautiful to die!” wailed the blue one.

“I can’t feel my legs!” bellowed the green one.

“Calm down, little blobs,” the grey figure gently admonished. “You’re using up your life force, thrashing about, like this. If you keep it up, you’ll disappear altogether.”

“We’re not blobs, you reaper hag! We’re souls!” the white one contended. “And don’t even think about eating us! I’ll…I’ll lodge myself in your throat and choke you!!”

The grey figure considered this for some (or no) time (which did not exist here). “Hm. You do seem to be human souls. But you’re so small. You must be very young souls.”

“We’re not born yet,” the green one offered helpfully.

“Shut up, Loz!” the white one scolded. “Don’t tell it things!”

The grey figure seemed to smile. “Your name is Loz?”

“No!!” the white one thundered. 

“Yep,” the green one chirped.

“I’m Yazoo,” the blue one said languidly, as if speaking was a dreadful inconvenience, and it could only be asked to do so much.

“I said don’t tell it things!!” 

“You’re Loz, and you’re Yazoo,” repeated the grey figure. “And what’s your name, little one?”

“None of your business!” the white one wiggled angrily.

“He’s Kadaj,” the green one said. “We’re all brothers.”

“I see. So, you’ve always been together?”

“Yes.”

“Mn.”

“Ye—I mean! Who’s asking!! And put us down!”

“This is a curious riddle, little blobs,” the grey figure said musingly. “If you were never born, how do you have names?”

“We named ourselves!” growled Kadaj, the white one. “What do you care!”

“Did you? Well, they’re darling names,” the figure chuckled. “I like them, very much.”

“Thanks!” Loz chimed.

“Hmph,” Yazoo hmphed.

“So, Yazoo, Loz, Kadaj, tell me; how have you come here?”

The three blobs faltered, seeming to be at a loss.

“We…um. Well.”

“We really can’t…”

“We don’t know.”

The grey figure nodded. “I suspected as much. And where were you, before?”

“We don’t know.”

“No idea.”

“And we wouldn’t tell you anyway!”

“I ask because you look like human souls, to me. But if that’s the case, you shouldn’t have been able to come here. This is a place of exile, for those who can’t return to the lifestream.”

“We were in the lifestream, once,” Loz said cheerfully. “It was warm and bright!”

“Then we were…somewhere else,” Yazoo murmured.

“Now, we’re lost in this stupid wasteland,” Kadaj grumbled.

“Well, you’re in luck,” said the grey figure. “As it so happens, I’m the guardian of this place. If you’ve found your way here by mistake or mischance, there must be a way to send you back to where you belong.”

“The guardian?” Yazoo asked, skeptically. 

“What’s a guardian?” Loz wanted to know. 

“As guardian, it’s my task to oversee this place, and ensure that everything proceeds according to the rules. I’ve never tried to exercise my authority, before, because I’ve never had a reason. But this does seem to be the correct situation for it.” 

“Were you always here?” Loz asked.

“No. I was human, once.”

“You don’t seem human,” Kadaj said suspiciously. “How long have you been here?”

“That is a question,” the grey figure sighed. “It seems, not very long. And yet, I feel as if I carry the burden of ten-thousand centuries.”

“You can just say you don’t know,” Kadaj informed it, which made the figure seem to smile.

“Excuse me, um, ma’am,” Loz put in, shyly. “Do you have a name?”

The figure appeared briefly troubled. “I must have, but…I seem to have lost it.”

“Then, what do we call you?” Yazoo asked. 

“Yeah, we have to call you something,” Kadaj agreed.

The figure laughed softly, seeming to be pleased by this. “You wish to give me a name?”

“Well, we don’t actually know any names,” Loz admitted.

“We know our names, idiot,” Kadaj retorted.

“But we can’t use our names, they’re already ours,” Yazoo lamented.

“The three of you seem to know many words,” observed the figure. “Any word you know can serve as a name, if you choose to use it as one. Why not choose a word, for my name?” 

“Reaper hag,” Kadaj put forth confidently.

“But I’m not a reaper. Shouldn’t a name be a more unique designation, that avoids causing unnecessary confusion?” the grey figure reasoned.

The blobs were utterly confounded by this, and fell silent. 

The grey figure seemed to laugh, again, behind its wispy sleeve. “This is not a pressing matter. Think, for a while, and choose something you like, to call me. For now, let us go.”

“Hang on a minute, go where?!” Kadaj demanded. “We never agreed to go with you! This is some kind of trick, isn’t it!”

“I vote to go with the reaper hag,” Loz said. 

“Seconded,” Yazoo yawned. 

“There’s no voting! This isn’t a democracy! Hey, where are you taking us! I demand answers! I dem—mph! Mmmph!”

Kadaj’s outraged protestations were muffled, as the grey figure stuffed the three little blobs into its sleeve, and vanished.

To be more accurate, it didn’t really vanish, it simply used astounding speed to cross unfathomable (conceptual) distances, in negligible time (which did not exist here). Not that it would have mattered if it vanished or not, though, since again, no one could see it in the first place.

“Here we are,” it said, shaking the little blobs back out of its sleeve, to plop onto the grey ground.

“—have rights! I don’t have to put up with being manhandled by some reaper hag, just because I’m—” Kadaj broke off, bewildered. “Where are we?”

“Home,” the figure said, in a sepulchral facsimile of cheerfulness.

Kadaj scowled. “This doesn’t look like home. It looks like more shitty grey fog.”

“What should home look like?” the figure asked.

“It should have a house!” Loz answered sagely. 

As he spoke the words, some of the fog receded, and a cottage style, two-story house emerged, just as he’d imagined it, only grey.

“It should have a garden,” Yazoo ventured, and more of the fog lifted, revealing a perfectly idyllic kitchen garden, full of flowers and vegetables and herbs of many varieties, only they were all grey. 

“It should have a mother,” Kadaj said coldly. 

When he looked up to sneer at the grey figure, however, he found that it had transformed, into a lovely young woman, with a gentle smile on her face.

She was as grey as everything else, but her skin was fair and her eyes were deep, and her long hair, which she wore pulled up in a high ponytail, was somewhere in the middle. Her figure was slender and petite, and she wore a simple dress, with an apron and comfortable house shoes, like the mother character in a children’s storybook. 

“M…mother?” Loz faltered.

“She’s not our mother!” Kadaj exploded. “She’s that reaper hag, in disguise!”

“That’s true—well, not exactly true, since I’m not a reaper,” said the former grey figure, who was now a grey young woman. “I am the same person who brought you here. I have created this place for you, in accordance with your ideas regarding what a home is, to make you more comfortable. I suppose I’m to act as the mother, since you say a home requires one, and I can’t create sentient beings.”

“Mother!” said Loz and Yazoo, bouncing happily.

“Since we’re home, shall we go inside?” asked the grey young woman.

“Inside, inside!” Loz and Yazoo cheered.

“You’re both idiots seeking death,” Kadaj groused, sullenly following the others into the house, with his arms crossed and his little silver eyebrows lowered in a scowl. Then he abruptly realized he had arms to cross, and a chest to cross them on, as well as legs to follow the others with, and gave a yelp. “I’m a person! Y—you guys are people, too! We were born! Wait, that doesn’t make sense.”

“Since this place is intended for your comfort, I gave you human forms, based on the condition of your souls,” the grey woman explained. “You’re children, now, because you’re so weak and small.” 

“Shouldn’t we be babies, then?” Kadaj pointed out. 

“I’ve no wish to care for infants, who can neither speak, nor do anything for themselves, so I gave you a little spiritual energy boost. Your physical ages should be around six human years.”

“Couldn’t you have given us a big one, so we can be grown ups?” 

“I’m afraid that’s not possible,” the woman said gravely.

“Is it against the rules?”

“No. It’s just that I think you’re absolutely precious like this,” she grinned, reaching down to pinch Kadaj’s little round cheeks.

“Back, hag!” he barked, striking out with both hands, to fend her off. Unfortunately, he had the strength of a six year old, and the woman simply ignored his little slaps and pinched his cheeks to her heart’s content. 

His eyes were blazing with white-hot indignation, and the moment she released him, he ran away up the narrow stairwell. A second or two later, they heard a door slam, upstairs.

“Only just become a mother, and it seems I’ve already got a teenager,” the young woman mused. “Wherever does the time go?”

“Mother? We’re hungry,” Yazoo said, tugging on her apron.

He was looking up at her with the largest, saddest eyes, and an aggrieved pout, which, on his beautiful, childlike face, was a devastating blow capable of slaying gods and mortals, alike. 

“Mother, can you cook us something?” Loz put in, tugging on her apron on the other side.

“I’m not sure. I suppose we’ll find out, won’t we,” she said, and entered the kitchen with the intrepid air of an adventurer, sallying forth into an undiscovered country, fraught with unknown dangers.

THE AUTHOR HAS SOMETHING TO SAY 

yazoo: mother we’re ever so hungry

loz: please make us food, mother

system: [-1000 points of puppy-eyes damage to party member mother] 

grey figure: [spitting out blood] my character settings are not specced for this 

[ksadvent]

Day 1

Day 1 is here! Shalalalala-la-la-la-laaa!

It's December, woooohoooo!!! And we start into our K/S Advent Calendar with the first reveal: Today you get a multi-chapter fic and art!

Title: Outside the Mind

Author: ForFucksSakeJim

Fandom: Star Trek: Alternate Original Series (Movies)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Words: 12,222

Chapters: 3 Summary: While at the library with his daughters, Jim has the unfortunate happenstance of bumping into Professor Spock, quite literally, once again. What started as a rocky start turns into something more at the not so subtle attempts of his daughters of trying to get the two of them together. Throughout all of this, Spock takes a liking to Jim's daughters, including the three quarters betazoid who struggles with mental shields. While offering his services to Jim in helping her maintain emotional control, Jim's ex and other father of his daughter makes an appearance, and Spock offers himself as a stern and supportive aide to Jim's plight to keep custody of his daughter.

In response to a prompt by ForFucksSakeJim, and also to a prompt by 1lostone.

Title: Snowflake Love

Artist: SButler

Fandom: Star Trek: The Original Series

Rating: Not Rated

In response to a prompt by ForFucksSakeJim.

[haunting-heroes-creative-games]

❄️ Haunting Heroes DPxDC Winter Advent 2023 ❄️

The Haunting Heroes DPxDC Discord Server is happy to announce its first official event: Haunting Heroes Winter Advent 2023.

❄️ ABOUT THE EVENT ❄️

🔹 What is Winter Advent? A DPxDC (Danny Phantom and DC Comics crossover) winter event to celebrate the winter holidays and the end of the year. Each day has two prompts you can choose from, along with a total of 6 free days where you can create anything you want!

🔹 When? December 10th to December 31st (2023)

🔹 Where?

Tumblr: If you post on Tumblr, feel free to tag this blog @haunting-heroes-creative-games and use the tag #hauntingheroesadvent23 so we can find and reblog your submissions

AO3: You can submit to our AO3 collection. We'll close the collection on January 31st, so you have plenty of time to catch up.

Discord: You can share your work on our Haunting Heroes DPxDC (safe for work 18+) Discord server. To join, just send us an ask

🔹 What kind of submissions can we send?

We welcome all kinds of creations for this event: art, sketches, drabbles, one-shots, multi-chapter mania, you name it! You are free to combine or skip any days of your choosing. You don’t need to post every day in order to join! The most important thing is you have fun and enjoy these last few weeks of 2023.

We are so excited for this upcoming event, and we hope you can join us as we wrap up the end of the year and look forward to a thriving fandom in the next.

Thanks @disillusioneddanny for the calendar!! 🩵

[Full prompt list under the cut]

December 10: Free Day

December 11: Mistletoe // Snowman

December 12: Holiday Songs // Fireplace

December 13: Free Day

December 14: Candles // Winter Holiday

December 15: Stories // Hot Cocoa

December 16: Past/Present/Future // Sledding

December 17: Free Day

December 18: Stars // Gift Exchange

December 19: Workplace Holiday Party // Blankets

December 20: Free Day

December 21: The Grinch // Snowball Fight

December 22: Baking // Movie Night

December 23: Lights // Gingerbread House/Men

December 24: Free Day

December 25: Holiday Market // Cuddles

December 26: Family Time // Decorations

December 27: Free Day

December 28: Sleigh Rides // Love

December 29: Ice Skating // Money

December 30: Resolution // New Year’s Party

December 31: Year in Review

[millportisntreal]

All For The Game @allforthegamebingo Advent Calendar!

Day Fifteen: ice hockey - wishing on a star - time travel au ll "wait, don't-"

Andrew Minyard x Neil Josten

Neil Josten isn’t a superstitious person. The Wesninskis did not go to church together on Sundays. Neil knows that life is harsh and there is no big bearded man in the sky watching over him. If there was a god, he had forsaken Neil a long time ago. Every scar, every bullet hole, every burn on his skin is proof that they are alone on a big blue and green rock in space.

Andrew Minyard isn’t his answer. You can’t plug runaway times twenty two cities, divide by eye contacts and brown hair dye, subtract the mafia connections and come out with the answer “short blonde goalie” on a calculator. Andrew is brash and broken, closed off and callous. He is not afraid to be violent or cruel in the name of what he believes is his.

Andrew is not Neil’s answer, and Neil isn’t his.

And yet.

And yet, when Neil sits on the rooftop, fingertips singed with ash and legs cold against the concrete. When he feels a key weigh heavy in his pocket. When he leans just a little bit more onto the man next to him, knowing that he will hold up the weight. When Neil sees a shooting star rocket over Palmetto.

He makes a silent wish.

Please.

[ineffableclassics]

Ever since the advent of glass windows, there have been accompanying superstitions about the birds that almost immediately began flying straight into them. One of said superstitions being, of course, that a bird flying into your window meant that a child was on its way.

***

After Aziraphale leaves for Heaven, and likewise leaves Crowley's heart in fractured pieces, Crowley drives and drives until he reaches the end of the world. He gets drunk. He finds an abandoned cottage and gets drunk some more. He fixes it up, begins living the human way, and waits for the Second Coming. Figures he may as well enjoy it all while he can.

Everything changes, however, when a falling star crashes through his window, and leaves a pigeon on his rug.

Words: 30,838

Status: Incomplete

Rating: Teen And Up

@novaviis

Art Credit: A Dove by Frans Schwartz

[gunstreet]

Here is the first of two fics I wrote for @ksspringfever this year, and those of you who enjoyed our piece for K/S Advent will be delighted to know this is another collab with @justveeing, who did art for each chapter! It's always a joy to work with Lor and bring these stories to life together (these images are teasers— seeing them in their full context would spoil it). I hope you'll enjoy reading this as much as we enjoyed creating it!

[SNW, 27K, explicit]