#the forbidden forrest

[lulublack90]

Prompt 15 - Drive

@jegulus-microfic May 15, Word count 734

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“Stop fiddling with it,” James warned as he watched Regulus poke the leaf with his tongue. 

“I can’t help it,” Regulus whined. Over the past few weeks, Regulus had opened up a bit to James and, apparently, underneath all that snark, he was a whiny little brat. Just like his brother. James honestly didn’t know how he coped with both of them. “Are you going to get the dew tonight?” Regulus asked, finally done with prodding at the leaf. 

“Mmhmm,” James nodded. He’d have to go into the forest this evening to be able to walk far enough in to find somewhere human feet or sunlight had never touched, and he’d be exhausted by the time he got back to the castle, but he’d cleverly picked a weekend to do it so no one would notice if he slept in.

A cold wind had swept over the grounds and only James’s sheer will kept the invisibility cloak from soaring off into the darkening grounds. He swore he spent most of his time out here when it was dark. 

Once he was hidden by the tree line, the wind couldn't hit him as hard. He whipped off the cloak and stuffed it into his robes. He walked a bit further in before transforming into the magnificent stag, as his white tail would be a beacon in the gloom for anyone watching. 

It felt good to be Prongs. His feet, while dainty, were strong and somehow always knew where to step, even on the most uneven ground. He had to be careful of his antlers catching on low branches, but he’d gotten pretty good at running through the forest and not letting that happen. His ears pricked as a knarl scuttled out from the undergrowth, snorted at him and continued on its way. He wasn’t sure if it knew he was an animagus or if it just didn’t like stags. Either way, it was gone now. He picked up the jar he’d brought with him between his teeth and walked into the gloom. 

He’d selected a wide-brimmed specimen jar, so that he could easily manoeuvre it in his animal form. Remus had even marked on the side of it how much he’d need to collect to fill seven teaspoons. Remus had also added a stiff handle that he could grasp it with his teeth.

It took him hours to get into a part of the forest where the undergrowth was so thick a human would give up trying to get through it and so dark he couldn’t see the sky. It was perfect. 

Lucky for him, Prongs’s legs walked over the undergrowth as though it were nothing. He found a plant with huge leaves and dropped the jar beside it. Now for the hard part. He lowered himself to the ground and with his teeth grabbed the giant cork protruding out of the neck and yanked it free. 

He placed it under one of the huge leaves and gently shook the leaf. A few drops fell into the jar. He tried again and soon had all the dew off that leaf safe in the jar. He moved on to the next one. 

It took him far longer to collect enough dew than it had to get through the forest. The amount of dew had just risen above the line Remus had drawn, when his ears twitched and his body tensed. There was something here with him and his animal self was telling him to run. He fought it and waited. 

Silently, he replaced the jar's cork and held the handle tightly between his teeth. 

A twig snapped close by and the drive to flee became too much. He spun around and fled. 

A roar followed him as he darted between trees with his head down. He had no idea what had been stalking him, but he wasn’t hanging around to find out. He didn’t dare look back and pushed on. His jaw clamped down hard as he leapt into the air over a fallen branch, and continued running. 

The relief that flooded him when he broke through the tree line and the morning sun-soaked castle burst into view was indescribable. 

He trotted over to the greenhouses and transformed. He was sweaty and exhausted but as he held up the jar in front of himself, a huge grin spread across his face. He hadn’t spilt a drop.  

Next part

[that-one-light]

It's a bad idea(This one's fluff I swear...mostly)

In which Daniel realizes he does give special treatment, and that is Best Friend is an idiot.

"This is a bad idea." Daniel, said for the hundredth time.

"And you think this because?" Eclipser hummed retying her hair into the blue ribbon as they walked through the fields of Hogwarts towards the forbidden forests. For a place named 'Forbidden' people certainly went into it a lot.

"Because previous evidence shows that every time we sneak out, something bad happens, that usually ends with one of us getting hurt. Usually the one with zero self preservation. Also known as you." He huffed taking her ribbon from her and tying it himself after she failed to be satisfied with her attempts.

She only giggled pulling her robe closer to her chest as a breeze passed. "I should have worn the one with cats on it." She shivered.

Daniel only snorted at her statement as he held up the lantern leaning closer when they passed the first tree's of the forest. "You don't say?" He glanced at her current state, a thin robe over her nightgown, he was sure she would be freezing if it didn't have a layered skirt of long sleeves, thankful that for once he made a smart decision and wore his winter pajama's instead.

She only rolled her eyes. "I'm doing this for you y'know."

"I didn't ask you too, I had a better plan." Daniel huffed with an eye roll as he watched Eclipser stumble over a pebble.

"Your plan was to go into Knock turn alley, wands raised to buy your rare leaves." She huffed. "Their not rare leaves! And I had a less likely chance of getting hurt there!"

"Yes, because there was a higher chance of becoming a homicide case"

Daniel scowled but it quickly softened out after he took a breath. "Why are you doing this for me?"

The girl in question only smiled. "Because I wanted to." She shrugged. "And I didn't want to see you end up on the daily prophet as a headline."

Earlier that day, Daniel had made the mistake of telling her that he planned to go to Knockturn Alley to obtain a rare potion ingredient that Slughorn and Hogsmeade didn't have. This resulted in a horrified look from Eclipser, who instead insisted that she would go find it in the Forbidden Forrest instead. When she couldn't be persuaded out of her idea, Daniel reluctantly and stubbornly insisted he come with her. Using the whole Gridley experience in his favor so she couldn't say no.

"What happens if you see an Acromantula?" He smirked pushing some branch's aside.

She shivered this time not from the cold, "set it on fire!"

"In a forest?" He laughed only to be spoked by some fire flies.

"Did I stutter? Even I have a limit when it comes to creatures." Daniel proceeded to tease her for the next thirty minutes as they walked. To their great luck they managed to find what they were looking for and more without even a scratch. "Just don't touch the stem, it's covered in thorns." He told her gently, guiding her as she helped him harvest leaves. Biting her lip in concentration she reached out and managed to pluck a part of the plant successfully.

She cheered and Daniel smiled in response patting her head while standing up, she reached up and poked his cheek in response.

It was on their way back the issue started.

Yawning as they walked back the path to the school, they heard the casting of spells, followed by a distressed whinny, and then laughs of satisfaction.

Cautiously they hid behind bushes in the direction of the noises, finding the explanation for the noise. Two men in cloaks stood over a unicorn caught in a net with their wands out.

Daniel had read the headlines. They heavy amounts of creature trafficking spiking up once more in the past year, it was sick even someone like him who went crazy trying to get ingredients would never even dream of condoning this. It helped to see his best friends disgusted and horrified reaction every time she read the articles.

He quickly glanced over to said friend, Eclipsers glasses falling down her nose as her gaze locked on the scene. He could practically hear the thoughts coming from her head.

"No." He told her, placing his hand over hers. "We can report this to Hagrid later, it'll get taken care of and he probably won't give us detention."

"But the unicorn will still get hurt." She said through her teeth.

"Us getting involved might not stop this. In fact it could lead to us getting caught or another teacher finding out about this, or worse, us getting hurt."

"It's wrong." Her jaw clenched.

"Of course it is." He insisted pulling his arm over her shoulders to ensure she wouldn't run off.

The two sat quietly in the bushes watching as the men dragged away the unicorn, their eyes locked on the net and the bleeding creature.

One of the men's hands slipped of the next, giving the Unicorn a chance to cut the net with her horn and kick one of them back, galloping away in the opposite direction. The men cursed and the one still standing went to help his friend back pulling his sleeves back to asses the damage on the fallen wizards arm.

It was littered with tattoos, dark ink covering the length of the arm. Daniel was iffy on tattoos but thought they looked cool, he knew he'd probably end up getting one in the future, somewhere Esme wouldn't see of course.

Light's eyed widened as she saw the tattoos' a new wave of horror filling her eyes, but she didn't say a word, urging Daniel to leave and the two bolted out of the forest. Stumbling as they went.

Eclipser was silent when they got back to the common room, falling onto a blue sofa hands over her head. "Bloody hell." She whispered, ribbon finally coming lose.

Daniel set the baskets down and came to sit next to her. "That was still our safest sneak out yet."

He rubbed her arm, she wouldn't say it, but she wasn't okay. Her hands plastered over her face so he wouldn't read her.

"Your bleeding." Daniel said after a heart beat of scilence.

Her hands came down and she saw the gash on her leg, most likely from when they ran. "Oh..."

Almost immediately he sat up making her do the same and knelt in front of her, "Oh?" He huffed, making her pull the skirt of her gown up just above the gash, he reached into his jacket pulling out a small bottle of essence of dittany and bandages working quickly and diligently, calling her clumsy while she watched him work.

"You do this a lot." She hummed.

"You get hurt a lot." He replied.

"From duels." She insisted.

"Doesn't matter how."

"I have a whole shelf of these potions."

"Do you know?"

"Your brewed them for me."

He looked up at her. "I brew them for you." He repeated an unreadable expression in her eyes.

"20 bottles last time I checked, Ivy borrows them sometimes..."

His gaze went back to her leg. Ivy borrowed them...because he didn't make her a growing supply...he could make the excuse that it was because Eclipser dulled, but Ivy did too.

The mood had shifted from earlier that night. "How often do you use them."

"The answer would make you mad..." She chuckled.

"Probably." He agreed.

The room was quiet when he pulled back from her leg letting her set her skirt. "I'll change the bandage tomorrow." He told her, to lazy to get back on the couch, he leaned against it instead, letting her play with his hair and pick leaves out of it.

"Why did you make that look when you saw those tattoo's? On that guy I mean." He whispered.

She paused her actions and sighed. "It's nothing..."

It was definitely something, it had been something for a while, something she wasn't telling her friends. He couldn't just ask, she never forced him to vent, how could he force her?

So he didn't push, letting the topic drop. He was silent again when he went back to his room, thinking about that night.

20 bottles last time she checked huh?

Three thoughts came to him that night.

One, Eclipser would do the most reckless things for him and others, a chaotic idiot at her finest .

Two, He would always brew her potions, whether she asked or not, he would always have one ready even if he didn't realize.

Three, she was hiding something, and he would let her hide and if it was him she wanted to hide with...who was he to complain.

(Oh geez, longest thing I've written on here I think. Kind of fell apart at the end, but it's a mix of lore and fluff I guess)

Eclipser Lore comings soon?

@desert-rotten-soul Think you'll like this one...

[forbidden-forest-clangen]

Allegiances

[phas3d]

Hello love<33 i saw ur requests were open if it hasn't been done before can i request a Potter! Reader x Slytherin boys like the reader is Harry's twin sister?

Absolutely inlove with your writing btw🫶🫶

Potter!Reader || Slytherin Boys

type :: fluff

tw/cw :: abuse mention (tom, mattheo)

contains :: draco, tom, mattheo, theodore, lorenzo

notes :: i love this idea so much, i didn't think it would be this fun to write for - also i know neville technically killed voldemort BUT, just go along with me when i say harry killed voldemort

DRACO MALFOY

Getting a crush on someone was already hard enough for Draco to do

To be able to look past someone's flaws and finally see the beauty inside of someone

But all of that was quickly ruined once he found out you weren't just Harry Potter's sibling but his TWIN?

He genuinely gets so upset and angry not only at you but himself

He's not sure how to handle this information

But at the end, he decides that he can't stand the idea of dating Harry Potter's twin and possibly growing to be Harry Potter's brother-in-law

So he tries to avoid you at all times

But he can't, his body just won't allow him

And also, you're really good at finding him

In the end, he learns to accept it but Harry and Draco still bicker and fight

Even when you guys are 20+ years old, they still fight like siblings - which is actually perfect since they're brothers in law now

TOM RIDDLE

After Harry defeated his father, aka Voldemort, and brought "peace" to the world - he's hated his guts

Because although Voldemort was a mass murder, genocide supporter, blood racist, classist, backstabbing, asshole... That was still Tom's dad

But even then, Voldemort wasn't a great father. He was actually the worst father to ever live. For all of Tom's childhood, he was brain washed and tortured to believe his father was amazing, and sadly it worked on him

So finding out that his s/o, which was already an EXTREMELY rare sight since he can't tolerate anyone, was Harry Potter's twin....

Oh, he goes fucking insane and runs away to the forbidden forrest to "process" all of his emotions (he kills almost every animal in there out of pure strength)

Falling for the person who's related to your father's killer is not easy to handle

So,,, honestly I think Tom would break up with you and never give you a shot again

But, he still owns you - he just can't be with you duhhh

If you ever try to move on or get a new boyfriend, he simply make them "disappear"

It makes you isolate yourself from the dating world - but thank god Tom is there to offer to be fwb!

(this was his plan all along. he will never stop loving you but he doesn't have the guts to fully commit to a relationship anyways but he still wants you - so fwb is the easiest solution for him to avoid the guilt of actually dating you whilst still getting to own you in some way)

MATTHEO RIDDLE

He's the exact opposite of Tom, he actually really respects and likes Harry

After Harry killed Voldemort, he felt so free. It was like Harry got rid of the shackle that was keeping him down for so long

Unlike Tom, Mattheo always knew that what their father was doing was wrong and cruel - but he was forced to go along with the family's plans because he'd be punished if he didn't

Not only that, Mattheo and Harry both play Quidditch and are good rivals - he loves the competition

So he actually gets along fine with Harry

When he finds out you two are actually TWINS he's so shocked like omg

He wonders what would have happened if you ate Harry while in the womb or smth

And he also wonders why you and Harry aren't exactly identical (you are identical... mattheo just doesn't understand why harry has glasses and you don't....)

Doesn't mind bringing Harry on a couple of dates - But when Harry does come... it's basically like you're third wheeling

Your cute dates are ruined because these two dumbass men decide to do stupid stuff

Like for example, a cute date of mini golfing got ruined because Harry and Mattheo decided to see who could chuck their golf ball the farthest

They ended up breaking multiple windows...

Or when Mattheo took you out to go ice skating but it got ruined because fucking Harry surprised Mattheo with hockey gear

The two ended up playing hockey,,,, just a 1v1,,,, and crashed into so many bystanders that they just shut down the rink

They are now brothers for life... you must deal with this

THEODORE NOTT

When he finds out you're twins, he takes such a big sigh of relief

"Oh my gosh, that why you guys always hang out... I thought you might have been dating."

Instantly, you want to vomit in your mouth

Theo has little to no history with Harry, besides bullying Harry during their first few years at Hogwarts

But Theo was never a good bully... especially when he was younger

Because he was still learning English and had the THICKEST Italian accent that you barely understood him

One time in their 2nd year, Theo came up to Harry and insulted his nerdy glasses

But Harry simply tilted his head, "Sorry, no espanol."

From that day, it's a strong inside joke between all the Slytherin boys and Theo can never escape it

Harry's unintentional roast made Theo study English 10x times harder than he ever did before

So he's kinda grateful to him in a way but he does wanna get back at him

He's super chill around Harry and the two get along fine and dandy but nothing too special

They both respect each other a lot actually and don't cross any boundaries with each other

Since they're kinda similar actually: quidditch players, pull tons of bitches, decently smart, and "foreign" in some way

Basically: coolest in laws ever

LORENZO BERKSHIRE

Oh my fucking god these two suck each other dicks

The amount of glazing they do for each other is CRAZYYY

When Enzo finds out you're twins with Harry - he's so happy because Harry and Enzo are actually really cool with each other

They both play quidditch together sometimes, play the same games, and they love the same shows

You basically lose your boyfriend... to your brother

Everywhere you two go,,, Harry is invited against your will

Going to watch a movie? Harry and Enzo are gonna share a blanket and leave you in the cold

Going to an arcade? Harry and Enzo will play every single game against each other and even take selfies of their wins

Fuck, even going shopping, the two banter and chat while you try on clothes

One time they got bored of waiting for you to try stuff on so they LEFT YOU and went to go get MATCHING T-SHIRTS???!?!??!?!?!???

Of course,,, you and Enzo do get alone time - some times

But you honestly love seeing how strong Enzo and Harry's bond is because it makes you happy that you picked the perfect boyfriend for your family

It's even better when Harry get his yearly girlfriend (that he will eventually leave heart broken)

So now you can go on double dates!!!

And hopefully the girl that Harry is with is cool, so that way you can also share a strong bond just like Enzo and Harry

But you can't get too attached.... your brother is a man-whore after all... 😞

[queerlybelovedwerewolf]

Regulus Black is… strange.

Always has been.

His fingers are a little too long. His teeth a little too sharp. His skin moss-pale even in the height of Summer. On Kupala, during the evening festival his skin looks grey even in the light of the bonfire.

His bloodline carries a curse — his grandmother was a Leshy bride. Polish forrest magic in human skin.

The other Slytherins call him “rootrot.”

But James Potter sees him in the library one day, covered in dirt from some forbidden herbology ritual, and he doesn’t flinch.

“You smell like tree bark,” James says. “It’s kind of hot.”

Regulus: “You’re disgusting.”

James, grinning: “You should see yourself.”

[petriwriting]

Summary: Sirius publicly displays his love for you.

Slytherin! Feminine! She/her pronouns used

“Shhh,”

You uttered in a demanding tone. You were snogging Sirius Black, whose soft black hair was entangled in your fingers as you embraced. He nuzzled into your neck, your tie barely hanging on and your blouse slightly unbuttoned. All you could think of was how risky it was, but it was exhilarating. Sirius felt the same, more so on the side of not caring if you were to get caught, he was devouring your attention, every moment of it.

A soft moan escaped your lips as you continued to kiss your neck biting down gently and resting his hand on your bottom, knowing not to go any further. That was an unspoken boundary, no sexual acts in public, especially not in the dungeon corridor so late at night. It was risky, sure, but also dangerous.

“Thought you wanted me to quiet down?” Sirius pulled back with a smug look and a chuckle at the irony of you making a noise when you were shushing him moments earlier. His hair was a mess and his lips were red and raw from the contact. “You know what I meant.” You said. “I don’t want anyone to catch us.” You stated with a breath.

You were a Slytherin, and much like Sirius in the fact that your parents were very strict about upkeeping your image and your reputation. Being seen snogging Sirius Black, especially after he had run away from home, would be grounds for being disowned if it came to it, and you couldn’t trust all the students to keep their mouth shut. Even with only his closest friends knowing (although they came upon the information on accident) he wanted to be more. But it was more complicated than that, the thing is you loved him. Adored the boy, and although defensive you would stick up for him if the opportunity rose. He respected your wishes to keep things secret, although to his dismay he wanted to show you off to the world. To hold your hand in hogsmeade, to go on picnics by the forbidden Forrest.

Sirius sighed, straightening his own tie that had come loose. His mood was slightly dampened, but he followed with your wishes. “I just wish things could be different,” he said in a sad tone. “I’m sorry.” You uttered. “I’m sorry Sirius.” You said. You liked him so much. You didn’t want to hurt him and you were so focused on that, that you hadn’t realized you were already doing so.

“As much as I enjoy a late night rendezvous, you know I’d love to make you mine. Officially.” He said. You folded your arms. “You know why we can’t,” you begin, the same old story and the watered down excuses. “I know.” He said taking a step back. “Just know that I’ll be waiting for you.” He said.

You stood there, the tension was thick in the air. You wanted to lock lips again but knew it wouldn’t be appropriate now. After a few moments, you broke the heavy silence. “I should get back to my dorm.” You said quietly. Sirius just stared, his eyes gazed at you with a bit of disappointment. he stepped away even further, stopping himself in his tracks. “I love you.” He said.

“I love you.” You whispered, barely loud enough for the boy to hear it. You watched as he walked away. He had always gone along with it, he’d been cool and relaxed, but that night was different.

. . . .

The next morning you were pulled out of your thoughts and back to reality. A Defense Against the Dark Arts lecture. Tiring, boring, gruesome. Regulus had said your name, and you suddenly remebered you had a partnered assignment with him. Regulus was a handsome boy, younger than his brother and more reserved. He was a good friend, sharing the same house and year. You smiled softly. “Sorry, I’m a bit distracted.” You whispered. Luckily you both sat in the back of the class and regulus had been taking notes so at least one of you knew what was going on. “It’s alright…” he uttered. “Listen,” he began, “I know about you and Sirius. I won’t say anything, but you seem to really make him happy.”

You flushed, your cheeks turning pink. You stared at the back of Sirius’ head who sat nearly in the front row with his bunch. He made you happy too. “I support your decision, either way,” regulus continued. “But I also see how much it’s hurting both of you. We may not act like it, but he is my brother…” regulus continued speaking softly to not disrupt the class. “And you are one of my closest friends. I don’t like to see either of you hurting.” He said.

Hurting? Sure, you felt conflicted, but you hadn’t realized up front that the situation was hurting you. You took Regulus’ words to heart, really letting them dig into you. You felt somewhat guilty, Sirius has been through enough, you heard the stories from both himself and his brother. You knew that he deserved to be happy and to love proudly. You sighed gently, nodding at regulus. “Thanks, Reg.” You said. “I really needed to hear that.”

. . .

Since Sirius had told you those three words, they replayed in your head non-stop. And Regulus’ advice gave you piece of mind over the situation. You found yourself conflicted. All you could do was watch him from across the great hall with his mates, quietly observing his body language. If he was hurting, he didn’t outwardly show it. Maybe Regulus was right…

Sirius sat next to James, who had his arm around lily. On the opposite side of the table was Remus and Peter. “I really love her.” Sirius stated. Leaving his friends silent, James chuckled. “The same way you loved Marlene Mckinnion in our second year?” He gouged. Lily smacked his arm. “Don’t be rude! I think it’s romantic.” Lily stated, glaring at James playfully. “That was just a crush,” Sirius said sternly. “This is different.”

The bunch had been discussing relationships, with Lily and James being the new it couple, and new gossip spreading around. Luckily the great hall was empty enough no one could really hear unless they were ease dropping. “Well love or not you have to move on eventually.” Peter said in his nasally voice. The topic even made Remus chime in with some wise words. “I believe true love can find anyone, you just have to believe in it.” He said. It was profound, likely something he read in a book. “Okay nerd,” Peter snickered. “I do believe it to be true. If you love this girl, and it’s meant to be it will find a way.” Remus stated. “Not everyone can be as fortunate as Lily and James,” he teased. James winked at him and gave Lily a kiss on the cheek.

“I just don’t know what to do.” Sirius said in defeat. “Shy of announcing it to the whole school, there isn’t much you can do right now, pads.” James said, Lily’s presence had softened his attitude now. “She wants to keep our relationship a secret, and I feel like I’m lying to myself.” Sirius said, he usually didn’t mope so much but you were different, he never felt this way with anyone before.

“She hangs around my brother so much, he’d make the perfect husband. He’s got our money… and I taught old reg to be charming, and he’s slytherin since that seems to matter so much.” Sirius mumbled.

Lily reached out and placed her hand on sirius’. “I think you should follow your heart Sirius. Your house or blood status shouldn’t matter, love is amazing and powerful and it will follow you.” She said, wise words for a teenage girl. She was caring and motherly, and kept the boys in check most of the time.

“I guess you’re right,” Sirius said finally. “But maybe I should leave the quaffe in her court.” Finality in his voice. He listened on as Peter changed the subject to something that didn’t matter really, not while his mind and heart were in a different place. He was feeling down but he stayed hopeful.

. . .

You woke up particularly early, early enough the sun was still hiding and everything was still dark and the halls were illuminated by the star light. A chilly morning at that. You dragged yourself out of bed. You hadn’t slept nearly at all last night, tossing and turning and contemplating your relationship with Sirius. You felt awful with how you left things, three words hanging out in the air like a clothes line. As you prepared for the day ahead, you tried to be mindful and stay positive though it was proven to be difficult. You were worried you’d ruin the only relationship that was every truly good for you.

You remebered the party where you first met Sirius, knowing who he was but never speaking to him. How that evening blossomed over the past 8 months, now carrying deeper feelings. The school year was almost over, and you couldn’t not see him and pretend he didn’t exist just because of your parents and your family’s expectations for you. That would be awful and torturous. You had to take some kind of action, but then it was the question of how you do so. Regulus had told you to just tell Sirius how you felt and to be honest. Obvious advice, if you would have listened to it a lot sooner everything would be vastly different.

You left your dorm as your room mates were waking, careful not to make much noise. The halls were quiet, and you procrastinated going towards the Gryffindors common area, wandering slowly and taking the long way before hand. Finally, you had come across the 4 mauraders. All of them, including Sirius acted like they didn’t know you when you approached them. Your heart was racing, but you swallowed the feeling and tapped on Sirius’ shoulder. “Can we talk?” You asked. “Privately.” Adding. He looked at you, shocked, and nodded.

His friends acted nonchalant, as if they were up to something, and they wandered towards the great hall where they met up with a clueless lily. You watched as students poured into the great hall, It was just before breakfast and was starting to grow louder with chatter and laughter of students of all ages.

You walked along, leaving some space between the grand doors of the great hall and the students shuffling into the room. You stood there, in the corridor, unable to speak for once. You looked at Sirius, not knowing what to say or how to say it, but he knew. Sirius always knew. It was part of why he was so alluring.

You opened your mouth to speak but he had cut you off. “I meant what I said.” He said sternly. “I love you.” Normally you would have shushed him or pretended to argue to keep up the appearance, but you didn’t care in that moment. “And I need not just you, but everyone to know that,” he goes on. You let him speak, because it’s sweet and genuine and you know he won’t make you explain yourself. “I want to hold hands in hogsmeade, share lollies from honeydukes and curl up by the fire place, hell I’d even go on a double date with lily and James,” he says, his voice is desperate like he had been needing to get it off his chest for some time.

“Siri,” you cooed gently, tenderly. “I just need you to trust me.” You nodded. He stepped forward and grabbed you hands. “Do you trust me?” You locked into his gaze, ignorant to the students that had just seen you two as they entered the hall. “Yes.” You said. “Are you sure?” Sirius confirmed.

“Absolutely.” You agreed.

Without another word Sirius grabbed your hand interwoven with his own and matched the two of you right into the great hall. He stepped up onto the center of the table, ignoring to students who had protested or gave weird looks to the two of you. You looked at him for a moment, entirely confused, but you trusted him and whatever he had planned. This was part of the reason why you had grown to love him so much. Now you had everyone’s attention, even some of the faculty looked beyond curiously.

Sirius pulled you close to him and kissed you deeply, in front of all the prying and jealous eyes and embraced you for the whole school to see. James whistled and his mates cheered. A long drawn out “Awwwww!” Was earned from lily. You flushed, once you realized everyone was looking at you.

Sirius stepped down off the table and reached his hand out to hold yours while you stepped down, and then sat with you by his friends.

“Well, wasn’t that romantic.” James encouraged patting Sirius on the back. He held your hand under the table and squeezed it to give you reassurance. You cheeks were warm and you were still slightly flustered.

“Mates, this is Y/N. My Girlfriend.” Sirius said. You had talked about becoming official so many times, but you always hesitated. Now this love felt freeing, knowing that it was now a reality and not just a thought or a fantasy.

The boys introduced themselves, although you knew most of their names. Even lily was excited and you shared a moment where you both giggled about being the only girls in the group now, the honorary girlfriends, she had said. The conversation was light, fun. More importantly you saw how elated and joyed Sirius was to now proudly love you in public. It was the beginning of a very beautiful official relationship. A day you’d remeber during your wedding vows . . .

[marauders-bs]

the joke amongst the skittles friend group is that they're all like coke and mentos. separately, they're fine and easy to handle, but you put any of them together and you may die. allow me to explain myself

i'm... gonna put a cut here this is long af

barty and evan- barty's just a little out of it by himself, same as evan, but you put these two together and something relatively human is getting dissected and fucking killed. or they're kinky fucking somewhere they Should Not Be. they might also be in the white house.

evan and dorcas- new clothing brand out in 0.0003 seconds. also your mom is dead, sorry.

evan and dora- these two are in the walls of jkr burning shit. oh, your next door neighbor when you were ten who's been dead for six years was homophobic? she better fucking run through hell

dora and dorcas- you may not think they're crazy but there is Satanic Ritual Shit going on in the forbidden forrest and it's because they're high. no one will ever believe you :D

dorcas and regulus- you think you're safe with them. you're not. they're stealing your valuables and fucking your parents as we speak

dora and barty- she's possessed and he's high. need i say more.

evan and regulus- put these two in a room with anyone else and that person will exit crying. they will verbally rip anyone to shreds if they're in bad enough moods. a n y o n e. no one is safe.

regulus and barty- these two. oh man these two. you may think that regulus mellows barty out, no no no. if you leave these two in a room alone for too long someone will die in minnesota and they will have an alibi because they were in england, but they did it.

dorcas and barty- they will bring about the End Of All Days at some point through the experimental potions they try. they accidentally created the most dangerous potion in existence attempting to make regulus testosterone. also they're probably in the walls of parliament or backstage at a blackpink concert, wherever they are they're not doing it legally!

regulus and dora- they are genuinely worse than james and sirius. gryffindor tower blew up last time they were together, but the were never actually caught because reg was braiding dora's hair and no one could imagine the sweet duo doing anything like that

[hotdamnitsmoony]

my jegulus headcanons <3

when james is overwhelmed, regulus takes him to the room of requirement and they sit in a replica of the potters living room with james’ head in regulus’ lap and regulus reads to him with one hand playing with his hair.

on regulus’ bad days, james lets him be silent if he wants to and fills the room with his random little ramblings which regulus loves, and they’re usually cuddling too.

regulus taught james how to do the curly hair method and does it for him sometimes (he also uses it as an excuse to make james do his hair)

james loves it when regulus is playing piano. he sits and admires his boyfriend fully when he plays, forever in awe of his talent.

regulus always gives a detailed description of whatever book he’s just read to james, and it’s always very passionate. james encourages him and asks questions once he’s done talking.

james and regulus go out flying together all the time, their favourite spot to fly over is a pond they found in the forbidden forrest.

james lets regulus use his back as a canvas sometimes and often falls asleep halfway through. he also lets regulus draw on his hand when he’s nervous.

[temporarily-your-saint]

Dull Blades Pt. 2

benjicot blackwood x targaryen oc

word count: 2.6k

warnings: slight spoilers from Fire & Blood book, blood/war description

tropes: slow burn, angst, forbidden lovers??

PART 1: https://www.tumblr.com/chels-cosplay/754806134048800768/dull-blades

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The campsite was riddled with mud and bloodthirsty men spread throughout as the princess made her way back. This was war, she thought to herself. So many men lined throughout the grounds ready to die for her family, for her mother’s right to the throne. She found pride in it yet a strain of sadness pinged inside her chest at the thought. A sorrowful notion enveloped her mind as she realized the reality of it all. Many of these men, if not most, will die. But there wasn’t time to dwell for she needed to be strong and prove to these men that it was worth it, that her mother, and that she too was worth it. And she was here to help.

Heads turned toward her as the silver-haired princess threw open the tent flap. Respectful bows followed with mutters of “princess” followed as she passed the men inside to take her position at the head of the table. Her eyes fell down at the map in front of her. It wasn’t quite the extravagant, fire-glowing map she had at home but it would do.

“Princess, the Lannister army holds fast and we’re running out of time. The Kinslayer could fly over at any moment with that beast of his. We must act immediately,” Forrest Frey’s words broke her away from her thoughts. Forrest Frey, or known as Fool Frey, lead his house with nearly eight hundred men.

“Why do you think our queen sent me this way, Lord Frey?” Her words were harsh, challenging the man next to her. Of course she knew they were running out of time. Her dragon, Valax, was the only one that could even come close to challenging Vhagar. And for this reason was the only way she was able to fully convince her mother to send her to the Riverlands to fight.

Lord Frey’s lips parted as if to begin speaking but was quickly interrupted as the tent swung open. Deep brown eyes found Rhaelana’s as she sized up the familiar figure that approached the table.

“Good of you to finally join us, Lord Blackwood,” sarcasm teased the princess’s words as her face remained stoic, gaze never leaving his.

“Princess,” he responded with nod, a mischievous smirk itching at the corner of his lips.

Her eyes scanned across the table to the other lords and then landed back to Lord Frey. “As we were discussing…Yes, time is not our ally at the present. The Lannisters have the disadvantage being on these lands though their numbers are impressive. More than impressive. If I was informed correctly, they stand with nearly twice as many bodies. And as stated before, Vhagar could be in the skies at any moment,” She sighed as she stated the unfortunate facts. The defense of the Greens was a terrifying factor to swallow but they had the North, and she knew they fought like no others.

“Lord Roderick, you will take your wolves to the front. You’ll be leading us.” Her arm reached across the table to move the marker in position. “Lord Frey will follow with his knights and infantrymen on either side to enclose the Greens. And Lord Blackwood,” her voice breathed, meeting those familiar eyes once again. “Lord Rivers will set your archers on the north. We’ll march south to meet the Greens where we’ll attack near Gods Eye.”

She took a deep breath as her voice lowered. “I need all of your fighters to push the Lannister army as close to the water as possible. I came here with my dragon to aid you in this battle but I will not set these lands aflame. These are your kin’s land and I will not dare turn it to fire and ash.”

The lords watched her, understanding her command. Her eyes searched theirs, looking to find respect or horror or disgust, anything to help gage where she stood amongst these men. Then her eyes found the young lord’s across the table once again. He watched her in awe, determined to fulfill her orders and win this war for her mother, for her. She turned her gaze away, a slight blush reaching up her neck to her cheeks from the intensity of his gaze.

“Best make an end to these lions before the dragons come, Princess,” Sir Roderick spoke up, breaking her from her train of thought.

“Ready your forces, my lords. We march at dawn.”

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“It’s over, princess.”

Rhaelana’s eyes darted around the battlefield. It was like casting one’s eyes over a red sea—blood staining the grass as far as their eyes could witness. Death surrounded them.

Water dripped from the princess’s face as rain began to fall. It was as if the heavens cried for them. Gods, it was a cruel world.

Lilac eyes found the lord next to her as he spoke. She nodded, agreeing with him. “Yes,” she began, reaching up towards her own face to wipe splattered mud and blood from her face. “But more is coming. We will need to prepare but tonight we rest, Lord Blackwood.”

"The men have earned it. Rest that is," Benjicot's head turned to meet Rhaelana's gaze, taking in the sight of the princess with a hint of melancholy.

He was an unwaveringly loyal supporter of his queen and had grown quite fond of her daughter, the princess that stood before him. His respect for her only grew during the battle as she fought alongside the men and women that gave their lives for the true crown. The fire that grew within her, a pure dragon through and through, was also impressive and a sight to behold. One that he would remember for the rest of his days.

His gaze dropped to the mud, flecked with red and brown, at their feet. Rhaelana’s eyes found his face, studying the young man. He was handsome with his high cheek bones and rounded face. A slim figure but a mighty and brutal force on the battlefield. She had quickly learned why he adopted the name “Bloody Ben” from the rest of the men.

“We can rest while we hold a funeral pyre tonight, princess. My men deserve that, at least. We have lost more than not. If you’ll permit it, that is.”

The princess’s eyes fell to the saturated ground as he mentioned the funeral. So many had given their lives. Her heart silently broke for those now laying before her amongst the muck. More than half of their men was gone.

“Listen to me, Lord Blackwood,” she spoke softly, almost in a whisper. “Every fight. Every battle you survive, you have to see the end. You must gaze upon those that are now gone.” Her voice hitched at the last word. “We at least owe them that. And we must never forget what it cost us.”

With that, she glanced at the young man next to her and reached out to touch his arm, almost as a condolence. Or maybe she needed to touch someone in that moment that was living, just to find some sort of warmth and comfort.

She then nodded her head toward him, dismissing herself as she strode past him and into camp.

Benjicot’s gaze followed her as she walked past him. He couldn’t help but miss the warmth that radiated from her hand as she left. Gods, and the comfort. It was only for a mere second but he ached for that comfort again, ached for any sort of relief from this hell he stood in. The young lord had seen death before but not like this. Never like this. Bodies of boys, barely even reached manhood scattered throughout the carnage now engraved into his brain. Rain drops hit his face, mixed with salty tears that trickled down, falling onto the blood-soaked ground.

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As the sun finally set, Benjicot’s thoughts kept drawing him back to Rhaelana. He thought of the melancholy look in her eyes and the tremble he'd heard in her voice. Her words echoed in his brain, not able to draw himself out from the memory of her.

The lord felt an odd sense of protectiveness towards the young princess. A protectiveness he loathed to ever admit out loud, especially since he knew she could hold her own. He had seen her fierceness first-hand on the battlefield, so it was almost comical to feel as if he needed to be the one to protect her. She had come to the Riverlands to do exactly that but for the North and for his men.

After eating a few bites of bread and smoked venison, Benjicot rose from his tent and picked his way through groups of men, looking for the Queen's daughter.

Rhaelana sat near the fire that was at the center of camp. The log below her dampened her legs and tunic but the flame before her kept her warm and dry enough. Luckily the rain had let up before nightfall but the chilly air still brushed along her face. Her cheeks appeared rosy, a flush spreading from her there up to her nose from that cool breeze. She certainly was not used to the chillier and wetter climate that the Riverlands provided.

She brought the mug she held to her lips, drinking in the strong ale and allowing the alcohol to warm her as well.

Benjicot's eyes continued to scan the camp until he caught sight of the young princess sitting by the campfire. Her silver hair and small frame was near impossible to miss. He approached her, stopping behind her toward the side.

"You will catch a chill," he drawled, his voice playful though a hint of worry was there. He stood behind her to shield her from most of the still-cold night air.

A smirk played at the corner of her mouth. She took one more sip and then turned toward the man next to her. The princess recognized his voice before she even turned her gaze toward him.

“If a cold takes me then I think that would be the least of my worries, my lord,” she teased as her purple eyes found his.

She tilted her chin toward the fire as she spoke, “Come, join me, Lord Blackwood.”

A smile tugged at his lips in response to her jape and Benjicot made a show of sighing before rounding the fire and sitting down next to Rhaelana. He boldly sat close to the princess, their legs almost touching.

"I dare say you're only asking because of the warmth I may offer," he teased back, watching the embers dance across her face.

Rhaelana’s smile never faltered as he teased while he made his way to sit next to her. She hadn’t quite gotten used to his wit and brazenness but was always pleasantly surprised by the young lord.

She adjusted her posture and brushed his leg with her own, playfully taunting back. A quickened pulse drummed in her ears as a light blush spread over her. His proximity was intoxicating and the alcohol she sipped only heightened her own boldness.

“And maybe I would like to enjoy some company,” she teased back.

Feeling the princess move closer, Benjicot dared to shift a bit closer to her as well. He knew they needed to behave for her sake, for her honor. She was the princess after all. But gods, did she captivate him.

Her words made the young lord look at her, taking in the slight blush that spread over her face. Despite her being age eight and ten, more than marriageable, in that moment she looked like a young girl flirting with peril.

"What sort of company would you like?" He asked, his voice lower and slightly breathier than usual, daring her to answer.

Her eyes fell from his stormy eyes to his lips. She traced over his handsome features with her own lilac ones. She memorized the scar that lay above his lip, the crook of his teeth as he smiled, the way his eyes beamed toward her with eagerness. He felt so familiar, so comfortable to her.

Her gaze then met his once again as she spoke, “Yours, specifically,” she stated boldly, her words falling from her lips in a whisper.

The answer surprised him and yet it didn't. Benjicot had noticed the glances she'd given him when she thought he wasn't looking. The way her hand lingered on his arm when she needed him to stay by her side after the battle. The way her eyes had trailed to and settled on his face every time he spoke.

As she sat next to him now, with their thighs and knees pressed together, he felt as if his heart was suddenly lodged in his throat. He swallowed once, hard.

"And what does my specific company entail, princess?" He asked quietly.

Of course she noticed that he was nervous. Or maybe excited? Both? She understood for her own nerves ran through her body and electrified her. The princess had never been this close to him before or any man for that matter. That fact made her heart pound in her ears, almost sure that he could also hear it.

Her voice didn’t rise above a whisper as she answered his question. “You are to keep your princess safe, Lord Blackwood,” she responded, the teasing never leaving her tone.

Benjicot’s mouth quirked to one side. In her playful tone he could hear her bravado, her attempt at hiding her own nervousness.

He moved even closer, closing nearly all the space that was between them.

"Well, that is my duty...my lady,” as he spoke, he reached upwards carefully. His hand hovered over her cheek for a few beats before gingerly tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear.

His fingers lingered on her skin, just above her cheek, feeling the warmth from her body.

He moved closer, so close that he could smell the sweet scent of lavender and ale that emitted from the young woman. She was intoxicating. He was close enough to count the minute freckles that dotted her nose as his eyes scanned her face.

“Benjicot. Or, Benji. You can call me Benji," he said quietly, gaze finding hers once again, then drifting down to her lips.

He suddenly felt very, very nervous. For the first time in his life, Benjicot Blackwood had no idea what to say or do next.

Rhaelana’s mind raced. He was so close, so close she could move just a mere couple of inches and she’d—

“Princess,” his voice whispered, snapping her from her thoughts. “We should turn in until the morrow.”

Gods, he wanted her to oppose him. He wanted to stay here, warming the princess during the bleak night. But he knew better. He knew they couldn’t risk unsolicited eyes surveilling their current position.

The princess’s heart sank as she drew back away from Benjicot at his words. Of course, how could I be so careless? Maybe it’s the ale… Did I read into him wrong?

She took one last sip of her ale, emptying the cup and stood from her seat next to him. Disappointment clung to the inside of her chest, causing her heart to ache as it clenched around it with every beat.

“Goodnight, Lord Blackwood. Until the morning,” Rhaelana nodded her head towards him and then turned away to strode towards her tent, dismissing herself.

Benjicot sat dumbfounded, disappointed, and confused. He knew he had done the honorable thing, especially by preventing any sort of gossip that could potentially spread if the wrong eyes gawked at them. But why did he feel so discontent?

He decided then that he would make things right with the princess in private where wandering eyes couldn’t defile hers or his reputation.

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HI, HELLO! I was so excited to write a second part and now that we’re here, I am even more thrilled to continue on with a third one. I truly thought I was only going to do a one-shot but uh, I live for a slow burn romance. Thank you all for taking the time of day to read this little blurb that’s been stuck in my brain. I am clearly still all aboard the fancast Benjicot train. :’) We only know pain here, huh?

[op1umeyes]

If youve read some of my revent work, i think you can understand my fascination with vampires (or vampyres). Butttttt i realized i hadn’t written any vamp!reader for anyone in cod or harry potter

So this is my official vamp!reader x tom riddle shit post.

I like to think that Tom realized somethingwas different about you when he couldn’t read your mind using Legilimency. It was sixth year at this point and you were a kept-together, quiet student. As a Slytherin, Tom knew your name but nevr paid attention to you until sixth year: people whispered about you when you passed by, teachers were noticeably more lenient with you on almost everything, your magic was extremely powerful and you were well practiced, and how striking your features were.

Professor privilege (or ‘special treatment’) consisted of you attending most classes but ignoring everything that was going on. You never slept- Tom noted- but were always doing somthing else. The differing activities you preformed didn’t disrupt the class, but the fact that you always did something else in every class was definitely an eyebrow raiser.

Your magic was powerful. Powerful, honed, practised, strong, and memorable. Tom was intrigued by how fluid your wand movements were, how quickly you could cast a spell, how lethal your movements were, and your ability to cast spells without a wand. As a sixth year, wandless incantations were growing more and more popular. But the fact that you could preform duels without your wand- strings of spells- without so much as a twitch of the hand was extraordinary.

Tom didn’t want to say you were pretty, but in all honesty, you were incredibly attractive in Tom’s opinion. Your sculpted eyebrows paired with the stony stare in your eyes? The way your cheekbones hung over your guant face was further enhancing Tom’s interest in you. Your chin and jawline were prominent, a perfect mix of sharp and piercing.

Going more in depth in the people gossiping about you wasn’t really necessary. Some people- boys- were attracted to your facial and body features, ‘spcial treatment’, and just wanted to have sex. Other people- girls- were jealous of the interest many of their boyfriends gave you, were jealous of your smarts, and didn’t like you. You were powerful and you knew it. People didn’t like that.

These traits led Tom Riddle to the jarring conclusion that you were a vampyre. town further prove his theory, Tom often caught a glimpse of you wandering the corridors at night, paying no mind to the prefects and head boys and girls that saw you. You conversed easily ith the portraits and spirits- even befriending Peeves.

Evan Rosier was the one to bring up your existence during a Knights of Walpurgis meeting. Tom had listened to Rosier’s ideas- involving you with their agenda and bringing you into their organization. 

Tom had his doubts. He believed that you were not the right person to try to convince. Tom protested for no real reason. He himself didn’t even know why he was tensing up around your name, growing defensive as the conversation continued. Why?

Coincidentally Tom Marvolo Riddle came across you striding into the Forbidden Forrest that very same night.

He didn’t know why he followed you. Tom didn’t know that, for some reason, you intrigued and infuriated him to no end. Why must you effortlessly best him at every activity? Why must you look so unbothered after singlehandedly destroying three seventh year Quidditch players after making a bet that you couldn’t win against them as a 3 versus 1? Why, pray tell, were you the only person on Tom’s mind after seeing your sly smirk when you stumbled across something undeniably inappropriate in your book? Why you? Why-

“Stop thinking so loudly.”

Tom stood- frozen- as you moved into an open clearing. You clicked your tongue a few times and whistled. After doing it a few times in a pattern, Tom realized you were summoning something.

“What did you follow me for?” Your voice was crisp and audible despite the distance between the two of you that was closing slowly. Tom inched forward, hesitating for one of the few times in his life.

“Why did you sneak out? I could report you to the headmaster for this. You’ve done this before, so I could get you in trouble for a long time.”

You showed no reaction as you tilted your ear up. You whistled again. “Step back, please.”

Tom didn’t know why he complied but he did. A second later, a large winged animal emerged from the trees. A hippogriff, Tom realized. “Did you hear me? I said-“

“Do even know my name, Tom Riddle?” You finally turnd around. Your face was even more haunting in the moonlight. “If you have seen me sneak out numerous times before, why haven’t you already told anyone? You have nothing to blackmail me with, so I am confused by your reasoning for following me.” You watched Tom for a second. The hippogriff whinnied shyly behind you and you immediately turned your sharp gaze away.

Tom realized that he liked your sharp eyes on him. He liked when you looked at him like you could crush him- knowing that you could, in fact, crush him. But then Tom realized that you knew his name.

You cooed and murmured something to the hippogriff that was inaudible to Tom. You patted the animal’s side and mounted the beast. You cooed a few more words at the animal before turning to Tom. “If you come with me, I can answer some of your questions. You’re an awfully curious fellow, Tom. Very smart…”

“You can read my thoughts?”

“Like an open book,” you snickered. “I’m leaving in ten seconds- as does your opportunity for answers.”

The hippogriff’s feet stamped anxiously, eargerly awaiting departure.

Tom’s jaw set. Did he really want to? He couldn’t answer the question as he took a step forward.

“Bow first,” you commanded quietly.

Withholding a scoff, Tom scoured the animal’s eyes before bending down at the waist. The blasted animal waited until Tom’s entire core burned to caw and return the bow. 

Tom struggled to mount. He couldn’t quite wrap his arm and get his leg up to the beast. He glowered, hearing your breathy chuckle. “Help me.”

Your eyes seemed to smile. You reached out a hand and waited impatiently for Tom to take it.

Despite how impressed Tom was at how easily you lugged him up, he grumbled. “Where are we going?”

“To eat,” you replied simply. “Better hold on, Tom, I ride fast.”

Tom grumbled. He didn’t want to hear the coyness in your tone at the last sentence. “I don’t need to hold on.”

Suddenly, the hippogriff lurched forward and Tom’s throat let out a choked cry. He wrapped his arms tightly around your waist and scooted further into you as the beast rose into the air. He grumbled some more after prying his forhead from your shoulder and opening his eyes.

“There’s food at the castle,” Tom whispered with a ragged voice. “What are you going to eat?”

“Not the kind of stuff I need,” you chuckled. “They don’t keep fresh blood for me there.”

[wisteria-lodge]

Can you talk about the Werewolves in Harry Potter? You mentioned Greyback of alll people being motivated by acceptance and I don’t recall that at all? In fact it always seemed to me that JKR was writing all werewolves to be evil accept for Remus who is the only good one.

Well, there's only two werewolves. Werewolf lore is contradictory within the books, the additional material on Pottermore makes it so much worse, and don't even get me started on the "Werewolves in the Forbidden forrest" and "Hagrid raised werewolf cubs under his bed" throwaway lines. JKR, for reasons I will never understand, tried to explain this by saying that if two werewolves have sex in wolf-form they will produce hyper-intelligent *wolves.* But like, werewolves are human most of the time, so now we've got human women giving birth to wolves....

The books give no good consistent answers to:

Why does Remus transform halfway though the night of the full moon in Book 3?

How does Remus' condition affect him during the day of the full moon/during the lead-up to the full moon, if at all?

How often do you need to take the Wolfsbane Potion, and at what intervals?

Do werewolves require/do better with packs?

How much agency does a werewolf maintain in wolf form? (Remus seems to have none, or basically none, Greyback can apparently target specific people as a wolf.)

So yeah. I don't think JKR thought out werewolves very well at all. And when Remus became something of an unexpected fan favorite, just kinda hand-waved that there never was much worldbuilding there by keeping werewolves off the page. Like we hear about Hagrid's mission to the giants in very great detail. Nothing about the werewolves.

I've written about how I'm pretty sure JKR was doing a AIDS allegory thing where Remus is Ryan White, the little kid infected during a blood transfusion when he was two. Which leaves Greyback (accidentally or on purpose) representing the other 1980s AIDS boogeymen. Greyback likes to bite as many people as possible, and specifically children, which lines up with the moral panic that gay men were spreading AIDS on purpose, and wanted to "recruit" kids to their "lifestyle."

So trying to come up with like, a motivation for Greyback is tricky, because he's not on the page that much, and he's not written with a lot of humanity. BUT, if I were writing something where he was a main character, I'd have to explain why this guy who apparently just wants to spread chaos and werewolf-ism and/or watch the world burn... why is he following Death Eater orders and being their attack-dog-on-a-leash. What are they giving him, why does he care.

There's a lot of attention drawn to the way he is with the Death Eaters, but not a Death Eater. A lot of "The Death Eaters and Greyback." We also get these two descriptions:

Fenrir Greyback, the werewolf who was permitted to wear Death Eater robes in return for his hired savagery.

The werewolf might be allowed to wear Death Eater robes when they wanted to use him

This detail that Voldemort's got him stuck in this half-and-half state where he is wearing Death Eater robes but not a Dark Mark does imply to me that Greyback does want to go the rest of the way and join the club, and that's why he's sticking around. There is certainly an implication that werewolves prefer to run in packs. Remus talks about how much better his mental health/control was during the time he had the Marauders, and during the main timeline of the books it seems like all the werewolves (except him and Greyback) live in packs completely off the grid. So... I'm thinking that it's possible that the Death Eaters have taken the place of Greyback's pack. Or... he wants them too.

[forbidden-forest-clangen]

Racing:

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[catofadifferentcolor]

Terrible Fic Idea #100: Harry Potter, but make it Conclave

While driving somewhere for work the other day, I was struck by the most perfect, most terrible crossover for this, my 100th Terrible Fic Idea. Because at some point during that drive my mind went: Ralph Fiennes played a character named Tom in Harry Potter; he also played a character named Thomas in Conclave (2024). The rest, as they say, is history.

Or: What if, after dying in the Forbidden Forrest, Death sent Harry Potter to a universe where Tom Riddle was adopted by the Lawrence family as a child?

aka the keep the earth below my feet fic

Just Imagine It:

When Harry dies at the end of DH, instead of meeting Dumbledore in King's Cross, he encounters (the Angel of) Death, who grants him a boon for collecting their missing personal effects: Harry can either return to his old life, where it's very likely he'll die again in the battle now raging around him, or go on to his reward.

Now, Harry is in a pretty dark place at that moment. He has, after all, just committed suicide by Dark Lord. The idea of going straight back into a war that has cost him everything is so anathema to him that he decides to go to his reward. Naturally, he assumes this to be some sort of afterlife where he can meet his parents and see Sirius, Remus, &c again-

-but instead he's dropped into a fairly ordinary muggle living room somewhere in the near vicinity of Guildford, where an old man in clerical clothing is putting things into boxes.

Meanwhile, four months after the events of the conclave, things are running smoothly in Pope Innocent XIV's Vatican.

Joseph Tremblay has been publicly defrocked for simony but not excommunicated from the Church; Aldo Bellini has replaced him as camerlengo and been given the instruction to root out corruption wherever he finds it - a task for which Goffredo Tedesco is an unexpected ally more often than not, though there's serious talk of soundproofing whatever office the pair happen to find themselves in. The former dean Thomas Lawrence has been invested as Secretary of State and has become Vincent's closest friend and advisor.

Then, shortly after Easter, Thomas receives word that the last of his siblings has died and left her home in Guildford to him.

This is somewhat of surprise, but not how one might think. The Lawrence family had adopted twelve children from orphanages around London over the years; Thomas had merely been the last and youngest of these. The real surprise is that Iris Evans née Lawrence had outlived all her children and grandchildren so that her estate might fall to him.

Thomas takes a sabbatical to handle the arrangements and is in the middle of packing up her things when a young man in bloody, threadbare, dirt-stained clothing appears in the middle of his sister's living room.

The situation is tense at first, but a kindly old man offering Harry food, tea, and a place to rest breaks down a lot of barriers, and this and the stress of having recently been dead causes the truth to spill out.

Thomas takes the knowledge his houseguest is an unwitting wizarding refugee from a war in another universe much better than one might expect a priest should, in part because before his adoption his name had been Tom Marvolo Riddle and he'd attended Hogwarts before seminary. (Not, of course, that he's ever thought of himself as Tom Riddle. He's been Thomas Lawrence since he was fifteen months old and has lived his life as such. He's never had the slightest interest in tracking down who his biological family might be.)

After much arguing - and many cups of tea - they agree to pass Harry off as Thomas' sister's great-grandson, whose care has fallen to Thomas for lack of other options. Harry's hesitant to accept at first - hell, Harry can barely allow himself to accept a change of clothes - but he's got nothing and no one in this universe. Not to mention that he looks closer to 14 than 17 after his encounter with Death.

(Besides, from what Thomas knows of his eldest sister's family, it's possible that Harry might actually have been her great-grandson in another universe. And even if he wasn't, Thomas is unwilling to abandon a child in need.)

And so Thomas ends up bringing Harry back to the Vatican with him.

This is naturally a surprise and sets the Curia gossip mill running. Those who’d known Thomas as a young man are especially confused. ("Thomas, you’re the most repressed man I’ve ever met. How is it there’s someone who looks just like you forty years ago running around?" "Your memory must be failing, Aldo, if you think I ever had that much energy. Or that much hair.")

But the real bulk of the fic is what comes after - about how a child groomed to fight other people's battles all his life finds closure when the war is finally over and there's not even anyone to bury because even that has been taken from him - about how a child who was never allowed to live for himself learns how to exist without the weight of expectation on his shoulders - about how, "What had the most profound impact on me [...] was the moment when someone reached down to take my hand, drew me up by their side, and called me their friend. Not for gain, not for prominence or wealth, but because that man saw a small child who needed help, and he provided it [x]". This he does surrounded by those who only want the best for him and how have no expectations other than he grows into a happy, healthy adult.

It's all very pastoral and at least partially religious (dealer's choice on how much of it is finding peace and how much is finding god) given the setting, but at the end of the day the fic should be about how healing sometimes can only come after someone reaches out and says let me help.

I have very little plot for all of this, mostly vibes:

Thomas eventually finds out that he was a genocidal would-be dictator in another universe and feels immense guilt over it, especially since he and Voldemort share more than just an origin story - parseltongue, wandless magic, and the like. Again, it should be the realization that it was the hand freely offered by the Lawrences that kept him from going down that path. This doesn't stop him from wanting to help Harry, but does confuse the matter for a bit.

Vincent, of course, has a lot of experience helping former child soldiers and victims of genocidal warfare, he just hadn't expected to need those skills in the Vatican. Or for a child who is nominally his best friend's nephew. The truth comes out eventually, but even before that he's Harry's favorite person to talk to. (Thomas doesn't mind; Vincent is his favorite person too and he's just glad Harry has someone he trusts.)

Aldo too eventually learns about the Wizarding World (perhaps Harry has very violent, very magical nightmares), but has parallel arcs of 1) being angry his friend of forty years never confided in him that he had magic, 2) having extreme difficulty coming to terms with the existence of magic, even after it's repeatedly proven to him; and 3) fretting that there's a whole community that the Church is not engaging with and has no formal representation at the Vatican. Oddly enough, it should be Tedesco who helps the most with each of these, being the only other Wizard in the College of Cardinals.

Harry's journey is slow, but by the time he graduates he's in a much better place then when he first arrived in this universe and should vaguely encompass Éowyn's lines, "I will be a shieldmaiden no longer, nor vie with the great Riders, nor take joy only in the songs of slaying. I will be a healer, and love all things that grow and are not barren." Maybe he decides to become a healer or aid worker or follow in Vincent's footsteps as a missionary in underserved parts of the world, but whatever he decides, he always knows he has a family and a home to come back home to.

Bonuses include:

Harry never being quite certain what's going on between Thomas and Vincent. Maybe they're codependent platonic soulmates like he and Ron and Hermione once were, maybe they're carrying out an affair behind closed doors, maybe it's something complicated in between - Harry doesn't know and never asks. All he knows is it works for them and he'd never begrudge the adults who've done so much for him their happiness.

Harry never being quite certain what's going on between Aldo and Tedesco either. Are they each other's nemeses? Are they enemies with benefits? Are they even really enemies and not just antagonistic life partners for whom arguing is foreplay? Or is the arguing merely pulling each other's pigtails because they're both too repressed to realize they're attracted to each other? They agree on more points than they disagree, but invite schism every time they fight on the minutest points of doctrine - yet always seek each other out to argue with and never seem to tire of it. In the end Harry decides he simply doesn't want to know. There are some things in life he's better not knowing.

Multiple references to Sylvester II being the first - and so far only - Wizarding pope.

At least three jokes about cardinal-nephews, the first arising from the American media seizing on a poor translation of some international news article referring to Harry as the cardinal's nephew; and

Vatican City being a character as much as Hogwarts is in canon.

And that's it. That's all I have. As always, feel free to adopt this bun, just link back if you ever do anything with it. (And look forward to a spam of 100th Terrible Fic Idea celebration posts in the coming days.)

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[koremakaria]

Quest for the Lost Husband

It occurred to me that The Blossoming Love contains strong elements of the lost husband motif with Eros and Pysche often cited as one of the oldest story with this theme. There are different variations of the story but the common themes of this story motif include:

One: First Comes Marriage

In their first incarnation as Pearl and Saint Emperor Zhaoming the two of them 'married' although it was not exactly 'official official' but given that ZM was going to war with a clan of deities and facing imminent death ... well ... I'd say it was official enough.

Two: Then Comes the Forbidden Rule

After marriage the bride usually has to abide by certain rules that she eventually breaks. She committed this act knowing that she's not supposed to. In this case, Pearl fell in love with a human. As an immoral weapon of the Supreme God she was forbidden to have emotions but Pearl was like 'But Daddy! I love him!'

Three: The Lost Husband is Trapped

She released a part of his soul into the mortal realm where he will enter the cycle of reincarnation for ten thousands years. And without missing a beat with blind trust she was like yeah I'll find him again when I fall in love again. Here. ZM's original body is trapped in the underworld while a slice of his soul reincarnated. In lost husband stories, the husband is usually trapped for various reasons. Sometimes due to a curse or a condition of some sort.

Four: Searching for the Lost Husband

After the separation, the wife embarks on a journey in search of her lost husband. My girl here is like 'screw all of you! I don't care! Fate? Predestination? Yeah, I don't know her. So, I'm going to go searching for my beau!' The badassery is unparalleled.

Five: Trials, Tribulations and the Reunion

So when Pearl and Zhaoming reincarnated as Mu Xuanling and Xie Xuechen they offically reunited here but minus the memory of their past life. This is especially beautiful because she has been looking for him for 10,000 years but also MXL here is also looking for her Da Gege who is XXC's from the future. It's like the entire time she was searching for XXC on top of searching for Zhaoming without remembering that she was supposed to be searching for Zhaoming to begin with. It's delightful!!!!

In lost husband stories, the trials and tribulations are used as sort of a test of commitment between the wife and the husband. Like how much do they love each other and how far will the bride go to find her lost husband.

And because Zhaoming is cursed with false memories, we have more trials for the two of them in the story

Yeah I don't think these two are talking about Forrest Spirits here. Zhaoming is just a sad and confused kitten because of false memories but also the knowledge that he had changed so much over the 10,000 years of imprisonment. This was one of their trials. Basically can MXL accept ZM 's darkness and does ZM still have the capacity to love?

Then the final fight with the Supreme God AND then ... happy ending! My favorite kind of endings!

The husband is found! Usually freed from the curse/condition due to the bride's commitment to him. Here we have ZM willingly returned to his imprisonment and then after 10,000 years Zhaoming and Xie Xuechen merged as one soul with XXC as the main personal. And man, I just love this drama! Thank you drama gods!!!

[binhourly]

⇨ MASTER LIST !

i’d like to reiterate my previous warnings, most of my works will deal with NSFW themes, which may include explicit smut, or heavier topics. please read at your own discretion while looking closely at my KEYS to help you navigate individual warnings.

S — smut / explicit sexual content / V — heavy or sensitive topics (violence, abuse, death, etc) / A — angst / emotional themes / M — suggestive / mildly explicit content / F — fluff / lighthearted content

BANG CHAN

‣ Raw - Underground Boxing AU | V. M. A

Chan isn't some saint. Or rather he once was, but in this hellish version of reality, he auctions off every bit of his innocence to make ends meet. / Status: still in progress

LEE MINHO

‣ Sanctuary - Royalty AU | A. M

A princess bound between an indefinite pull of duty and forbidden love. / Status: complete ( wc: 4107 )

drabble: #251124 / #230425

SEO CHANGBIN

‣ Love In Four Instalments - College AU, Rom-Com | S. F

Status: still in progress

drabble: #251124

HWANG HYUNJIN

‣ Soul-Tied - Vampire, Medieval Gothic | V. M

In the forrest, an unmade man seeks to overthrow the reigning King. He figures to do that without any qualms, he must first establish an unbreakable tie with the heart of the kingdom itself—the princess. / Status: still in progress

‣ Tangerine Inn Has Ghost In Room 10 - Paranormal, 80s | V. A. F

What do you get if a paranormal investigator visits a motel haunted by your late relatives? Flickering lights, mysteriously locking doors, and a chorus of ghostly matchmakers doing their best to make sure you don’t die alone. / Status: still in progress

HAN JISUNG

‣ Do No Harm - Spider-Man Verse | V. F. M.

As the neighbourhood vigilante, Jisung believes he has the most effective decision-making skill. It's his personal oath. To make the absolute best choice to ensure peace on both sides without doing any harm. / Status: still in progress

LEE FELIX

KIM SEUNGMIN

‣ Coming To Terms - College AU, Baseball Player | S. F

What could go wrong when your love life involves bad sex, good imagination, and a best friend who seems like the answer to all your unspoken desires? / Status: complete ( wc: 11,928 )

YANG JEONGIN

‣ Death, Remembers You - Magical Realism | A.

Getting into Heaven isn't smooth sailing. It has pit stops you need to pass through before you're granted the escalator into the sky. The first happens to be a quaint European cafe in the middle of Seoul that serves their morning special; the angel at the counter says it'll help with regret. / Status: still in progress

MISCELLANEOUS

‣ Devil Between Us - Jeon Wonwoo | S. A.

A man was dead, and whatever was left of him—that same residual energy—relied on Wonwoo to make sure his death meant something. But with you in the picture, he's caught up in a conflict far worse than justice—his own jealousy. / Neo-noir, Crime, Mystery.

[plumzlovesfics]

made a criminal profile for my hogwarts legacy mc Eulie Francis using @professordarkholme’s template!

i never really made my mc do any kind of crazy crimes besides sneaking into the forbidden forrest to free poached animals and i don’t really even envision her as an ancient magic user lmao so not even really an mc, more like an oc at this point. still, it was fun to imagine what charges might be made against her (since her and ominis escape to back America and assume different surnames to escape his family)

under the cut is the one with the actually in game screenshot, which is hideous and looks nothing like i’d want her too lmao along with some more info

also a little lore drop and explanation on some of the things mentioned here:

- Eulie and her family immigrated to England because her father, an Auror with MACUSA and lead private investigator of his division got assigned to help the M.O.M. because of the overwhelm they were facing with Ranrok and Rookwood

-this connection is also why MACUSA is not really helping the M.O.M. look for Eulie (and Ominis) , a little corrupted i know, but all governments usually are

-note: D.R.R.U.S. stands for Decree for the Reasonable Restriction of Underage Sorcery (1875)

-I found on some random website that Justus Pilliwickle was a ministry employee and head of the dept of magical law enforcement and was born in 1862 so naturally i assumed he would’ve be in the department by 1893