#Thansy

[drami1]

Theodore Nott and Pansy Parkinson

[thewritingheirsofslytherin]

[Closed] Introducing a new kind of Harry Potter fest…

Ready to prove how much you love your favorite Silver Trio Slytherins?

Then join us in participating in the first ever fest hosted by The Writing Heirs of Slytherin Discord Server!

Silver Trio Fest is a Harry Potter fanworks fest dedicated to the main Slytherins in the Lightning Era of the Wizarding World!

Fest Information

Originally, the Silver Trio, the Slytherin version of the Golden Trio, referred only to Draco, Pansy, and Blaise. However, with our fest, we decided to include characters such as fan-favorite Theodore Nott as well as Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle.

The premise is simple: Create any fanwork (fic or fanart) you like! However, and this is where the challenge comes in, the main characters of the ship you include in your fanwork must be a Slytherin from the Silver Trio crew!

The Slytherins you can choose from are the following:

Draco Malfoy, Pansy Parkinson, Theodore Nott, Blaise Zabini, Gregory Goyle, and Vincent Crabbe!

+ A few more Slytherin characters that are listed in our official rules document linked below!

How to Sign-Up

Fill out our sign-up form: (Sign-ups are Closed Now)

Claim your ship prompt on AO3: (Claiming is Closed Now)

Join our 21+ Discord server (optional, but highly encouraged): The Writing Heirs of Slytherin Discord

Fest Schedule

Sign Ups & Claiming Due: January 15th at 11:59pm PST

Fanworks Due: February 20th at 11:59pm PST

Fanworks Revealed: February 23rd at 12PM PST

Authors & Artists Revealed: March 1st at 12PM PST

For the remainder of our fest rules, read on!

Fest Rules

All genres, tropes, and pairing types (platonic, couples, and polyships) are allowed in this fest.

All levels of writers and artists are welcome too! Even if this is your first fest!

Your main characters and the main ship/pairing in your fanwork can only be Slytherins from the Silver Trio as outlined in our rules doc listed below! No exceptions!

Authors: there is no maximum word count for your work. But we do encourage you to submit a fic that is at least 1,000 words.

Artists: As long as you follow the guidelines above, you may submit any form of fanart you like, including moodboards! However, AI-generated work and commissioned work from other artists may NOT be submitted!

This fest is an Author/Artist Revealed event. Your fanwork will be revealed on the dates listed above. When the fest is over, we will highlight your fanwork on our discord and our tumblr throughout the month of March.

You do not have to be a member of The Writing Heirs of Slytherin Discord to participate in this fest. However, we do recommend joining so that you can be in contact with other Silver Trio Fest participants! It’s also the quickest way to get a hold of the admin team!

Note: Our server has a 21+ age requirement to join, but this fest is open to fic writers and artists of all ages!

For a complete list of our rules and submission guidelines, please click here

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[forestknifefight]

To Bargain the Dead With - Chapters 3 & 4

Pairing: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy, Theodore Nott/Pansy Parkinson Rating: Explicit Archive Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence Tags: Alternate Universe - Pirate, Inspired by Pirates of the Caribbean, Alternate Universe, Pirates, Death Rituals, Horcruxes, Fountain of Youth, Blood and Violence, Past Character Death, Pirate Draco Malfoy, Pirate Hermione Granger, Hermione Granger & Pansy Parkinson Friendship, Explicit Sexual Content, Blood, Pregnancy, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, HEA, Ghosts, Inferi (Harry Potter)

[finesseduo]

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Relationships: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy Summary:

With Harry's escape and the loss of the Battle of Hogwarts, the world is now divided into two: the Order and the Death Eaters. Between violent attacks, painful losses, and changes she didn't expect, Hermione finds herself in a complex situation when she can't stop thinking about a white-masked Death Eater who saved her life more than once.

[liticia09]

Новый мини!

💔 Цвет настроения красный

Направленность: Гет

Пейринг: Теодор Нотт/Пэнси Паркинсон

Рейтинг: NC-17

Размер: 14 страниц, 1 часть

Автор: Liticia09

Описание:

Бар «Red seduction» стал для Тео и Пэнси началом их отношений. Спустя пять лет этот бар, уже порядком потрёпанный жизнью, открывает свои двери для них снова. И в этот раз это становится точкой невозврата. А издевательская надпись возле двери «Find your love and let it kill you» теперь приносит только боль.

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[the-francakes]

Just as Theo pulled out his chair next to Blaise, Draco slid into it.

“What the hell?” Theo asked, crinkling his forehead.

Draco kicked back and smirked up at his friend.  “The seat next to Pansy is open.”

Theo looked over to see that Draco was indeed correct.  Pansy had already gotten her books out and was talking to Daphne and Millie who sat at the table next to her.  

“She doesn’t want me to sit with her,” Theo mumbled, shifting awkwardly.

“Says who?” Blaise asked, catching on quickly.  “Did you ask?”

“No, but–”

“I think he should ask,” Draco said to Blaise with a wicked grin.

Blaise nodded in agreement. “Most definitely.”

ECHOES | chapter twenty-two 

[hplyricistsfest]

Fanfiction/Fanart Fest Discord is now Live! We are currently running mini-challenges as a lead-up to the main fest. Feel free to join and come hang out! Link: HP Lyricists Fest Discord

Reminder: Claiming does not open until 01/15/2023

FanCasts: Brandon Flynn & Marie Avgeropoulos

[xxdustnight88]

Memories of Starlight

Rated: Mature Pairing: Theodore Nott/Pansy Parkinson Major Tags: Major Character Death, Suicide, Heavy Angst Word Count: 1,372 Summary: Pansy basks in the memories of Theo as she stands beneath the stars. Ao3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/40708197 FFN Link: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/14208770/1/Memories-of-Starlight

[polyacrylamidepensieve]

My happy place is a person

[catgirltitties]

HAP BERF :B

THAN!!!! THANK U !!!!!!!!! :D

[marginal-effect]

what kind of lab do you work in? :o

qc microbiology for [giant manufacturing corporation]. fda compliance and the sort

[forestknifefight]

To Bargain the Dead With - Chapters 1 & 2

Pairing: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy, Theodore Nott/Pansy Parkinson Rating: Explicit Archive Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence Tags: Alternate Universe - Pirate, Inspired by Pirates of the Caribbean, Alternate Universe, Pirates, Death Rituals, Horcruxes, Fountain of Youth, Blood and Violence, Past Character Death, Pirate Draco Malfoy, Pirate Hermione Granger, Hermione Granger & Pansy Parkinson Friendship, Explicit Sexual Content, Blood, Pregnancy, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, HEA, Ghosts, Inferi (Harry Potter)

A life for a life.

Immortality always costs something, Captain Malfoy.

Sailors have hunted for the Fountain of Youth for centuries, thirsty for the water it bleeds. Water that is said to provide the drinker with eternal youth, vitality, and even -- in the most dire of circumstances -- a second chance at a life once lost.

--

Sequel to The Brightest Star in the North

[finesseduo]

Toneless | dramione +18

◈ Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Hermione Granger ◈ Summary: With Harry's escape and the loss of the Battle of Hogwarts, the world is now divided into two: the Order, and the Death Eaters. Between violent attacks, painful losses and changes she didn't expect, Hermione finds herself in a complex situation when she's asked to act as an intermediary for a prestigious Death Eater who works as a spy for the Order of the Phoenix. ◈ TW: Longfic; violence; explicit language; death of canonical characters; war and everything it includes; explicit; eventual sex and explicit scenes; depression, self harm, suicide attempt and mentions, drugs abuse, mental illness and sensitive topics mentions. soon available on ao3! hope y'all enjoy it, x, b & c

Chapter 1

The rain fell abruptly in front of her eyes while she tried, desperately, to run. Her heart was stressed out by the noisy background, the sound of thunder mixed up with the at least five different spells that came in Hermione's direction. They were chasing her like a wild pig.

The adrenaline ceased the pain she was feeling from a wide open cut in the start of her thigh, allowing her to run faster, and endure more - but there was nothing capable of stopping her from thinking about consequences. The consequences of running free in an open space like that. The possible infection from her blood mixed with dirt if she didn't patch it up fast if she didn’t pull, and fast, an escape route - but the five death eaters wouldn't make things easy for her.

It was a tiring fate they’d been facing lately: their plans were frustrated, once again. The Order bumped into a huge squad of Death Eaters, and having a healer by their side this time seemed to be a great advantage at first; in the end, it made no difference. The healer had to run away from the bombs they dropped from above, like everyone else. This one healer who, unlike everyone else, had a particular and very impertinent trouble with the battlefield and was now bleeding into the direction of her death. 

Hermione stopped once her legs gave up to exhaustion and she couldn’t catch her breath any longer. Painfully, she dragged herself to an alley, a small hiding spot. She glanced back and tried to sneak out when a spell hit her back like a sudden, stunning whip; she got petrified. Her eyes stood wide open and her breath was loud enough to be heard by whoever conjured the petrificus totalus. A few feet away, a very tall man, in black robes, wearing a white faced porcelain mask — one who is responsible for her current status — stood, analytically staring at his victim’s invalidated body, like a vulture would. He walked slowly till his feet showed up in front of her eyes; she could see no more than that, which was enough stress to make her heart start running erratically inside of her chest. He then picked her up like a child, with a surprisingly gentle yet detached touch, and apparated to somewhere else.

– ϟ –

The small hut where that man took Hermione to had a citrus and soft fragrance, just like him. It was subtle, yes, but her body’s incapability of moving made her senses high up to a point it made the smell look like a whole field of lemons. He carefully laid her down on a bed and as her breath seemed to catch in her chest, he raised his hands, trying to tranquilize her, as saying: "I won't do anything to you". He took some herbs — which the provenance of was, yet, unknown to her — and started to cut off a piece of her pants right on top of the blood stain on her thigh, where her injury sat still running and hurting like hell. He applied a compression of his herbs mixed with some oil and almost instantly, Hermione felt her skin warming up. 

Her eyeballs moved around and stared at it as it was physically possible for her to. Although she was making a huge effort to calm herself, she was sure; her entire body would be shaking right now if she wasn’t petrified. While she’s unable to react and her brain can never stop thinking, she tries to make sense of what’s happening right now. A death eater, in his perfect senses, was carefully patching up her wound; it seemed unlikely to happen. It was not the first time this particular man with this white doll face mask helped her and she couldn’t think of a single reason why. Another death eater appeared inside, wearing a sad theatrical mask. Her eyes instantly focused on the new person present in the room and would have widened even more when he took off his wand and aimed it at her. The doll-faced man stood up in front of her, and they stared at each other for a while. A silent moment of understanding seemed to happen because even though not a single word was said, the theatrical-masked man nodded his head and went away. With a wand movement, Hermione's savior put off the petrification spell and freed her.

She sat up and looked down at her leg. Her head felt heavy and her vision went pitch black for a moment; she was battling to stay awake with the loss of blood and the pain in her head due to the stress. Fighting, in a moment like this, would be completely useless; she was lucky, she thought. Very lucky. The doll mask man placed her hand over her own thigh, pressing the herbs tightly to it.

" Why—  why are you helping me?"

He didn't answer.

"W-why have you been helping, can't tell me?”

He stared at her for a while and looked out the window. A sudden sense of cold made his spine freeze, and even though it was the tiniest sound possible, she could clearly hear ice freezing up the window glass. The air suddenly got so cold, Hermione could feel it seeping in her bones through her clothing. A big, slender and dead-alike hand tried to open the hut’s window, not so abruptly — perhaps, smoothly enough to be chilling and terrifying. Great. Fucking dementors, she thought to herself. The doll-masked man shut it with a fast wand movement and held Hermione up again; without a second guess or giving her enough time to think, he apparated somewhere else with her, a dirt street. Tiredly laying her head on his chest, Hermione could feel the citrus fragrance coming out of his clothes, but didn’t think much about it. She was struggling enough to hold herself awake. Having dropped her wand long ago while running from the other death eaters, she was unarmed and the man was alone against the dementors — especially when she was, for the moment, useless while half dead.

"P-put me down, I can walk." she said between an uneven breath and once again was promptly ignored by him.

The flying shadows above them made a circle like vultures waiting for their prey to die. They did not come any closer but for instance, didn't fly away from them either. In her last moments of consciousness, with a blur covering her eyes and her heart palpitating, she held weakly onto his vest and saw lastly, a huge light source coming out of his wand in the form of a spectral peacock.

- ϟ -

Hermione woke up abruptly with the feeling of something weighing over her chest. She was now in another hut, smaller than the previous one. She has to slap her face one or two times before getting to her senses, and noticing by her surroundings that the masked man was brewing a potion, and it smelled odd and rusty. With a silver knife he bled out a bit of his own blood and mixed it with dittany herb, making a red liquid she supposed was a repair potion, made for an increase in replicating red blood cells.

She supported herself on the wall and put herself up on her feets. Whatever magical herb mix he had, made a miracle on her leg in little to no time. She really can’t understand why he helped her — more than once — but since he's going this far, he was very likely an informant of Moody or at the very least a sympathizer. There aren’t many of these willing to put themselves in danger just to help us, she thought silently. The old man preserves the identity of his double agents from everyone in the Order for safety, so even if he was indeed an informant, she wouldn’t know and he wouldn’t tell either. 

 "Do you need some help?" She offered, leaning back on the wall behind her.

The man, who hasn't spoken a word so far, handed her a dose of the potion he made. It was to help with the blood loss, she supposed. She took it and drank it fast, without thinking about which one was worse; the smell or the taste. She put the glass aside and stared at his hands a little bit; big, with long and ghostly fingers. He was skillfully trying to fix her broken wand, but didn’t seem to be working so much. Partly, she was glad she hadn't lost it, but if it was irreparable, she would have to stick with one of the awful replacements the Order could afford. And Merlin knows how shitty they are.

"You need to tie the fiber" She explained, closing her eyes "A tying spell should do."

He glanced at her with his gray, piercing eyes and nodded, pointing his finger and ordering her to sit down. Hermione did so, before she fainted like an old bag of potatoes again, only this time due to the lack of sleep she was going through; the last time, in days, she took a nap, was a few seconds ago. When she fainted. Like an old bag of potatoes.

“Did it not work?" She asked, and he stared at the broken wand thinking of what he could possibly do. Hermione gestured. "Leave it, it's too damaged."

He reached into his pocket and handed her a black-boned wand. An extra one he was carrying, she supposed. It was already better than whatever the resistance could offer, so she accepted it."You won't tell me who are you? If you're with us in any way, then I sure can know who you are, don't you think?" 

He just stared at her again. Quietly, blankly. Tonelessly. She gave up trying.

"Thank you."

He pointed at a little bowl with what seemed to be floo powder. Would be better than putting her body through the risk of apparating in the wrong place, or worse: losing a limb in the process. Hermione took a handful of it and glanced at the masked men one last long time before teleporting away from the masked man, the hut and the weird familiarity she’d been feeling from the moment she saw him for the first time.

[liticia09]

Отрывок из ещё не опубликованного фанфика

Фандом: «Гарри Поттер»

Пейринг: Теодор Нотт/Пэнси Паркинсон

Рейтинг: NC-17

Размер: планируется мини

Название: «Цвет настроения красный»

Половицы под ногами скрипели, вторя каждому шагу Теодора. Кислый привкус во рту и подступившая к горлу тошнота заставляли глубоко дышать, чего Нотт сейчас хотел меньше всего. Запах железа только усиливал тошноту, но Тео не собирался уходить, не получив ответы. Лужа крови, растёкшаяся по полу, навевала не лучшие мысли. Громкий вздох разнёсся по комнате, и Тео отвёл взгляд, рассматривая почти пустую комнату, лишённую жизни. Сложно было узнать в ней место, которое стало для него знаковым. Место, с которым связана большая часть воспоминаний о счастливой и беззаботной жизни.

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[compassionatereminders]

Some of my favorites from recent pictures of @thansie ‘s Soup

This, too, shall pass.

What a majestic creature! 😍

[the-francakes]

WIP Wednesday

Here’s some Echoes: Chapter 23 <3 

“Did you know he has a Soulmate?” Pansy asked Theo and Blaise. 

Blaise shook his head, but Theo bit his lip looking from Pansy to Draco.  “I feel like this is a trap.” 

“So you do know!” 

“I mean, technically, I didn’t know she’s his Soulmate,” Theo hedged. Blaise raised an eyebrow, leaning against one of the tables and pulling out a cigarette.  He lit it with a snap of his fingers; Draco would have been jealous if he were not fielding Soulmate questions.  His wandless magic was still not where he wanted it to be after three days straight of lessons.  

Draco groaned as Pansy’s eyes widened. She turned to him and he quickly stepped back so she wouldn’t shove him again.  “Who is it?” 

“Why do you care?” Draco told her. 

“Because we tell each other everything,” she told him resolutely. 

“You didn’t tell me you’re in love with Theo,” he countered.  

Pansy froze with murder in her eyes.  She turned to Theo; he was still taller than her even with her heels, but her intimidating stance was not to be ignored.  “Tell me.” 

Theo looked from her to Draco, biting his lip. “I can’t lie to her.” 

Draco was going to pitch himself off the balcony.  Of course the fucking bond would ruin everything.  There’d be absolutely no secrets between them once they sealed it.  One of the only reasons Draco was somewhat grateful he and Hermione had not sealed it just yet. 

“Oi,” Blaise shouted, making all three of them turn towards him.  He pointed just above their heads.  “Mistletoe.” 

Above Theo and Pansy floated mistletoe adorned with a big red bow.  It was impossible to miss.  Better yet, it was magical.  Draco smirked and moved over by Blaise, stealing the cigarette.  

“Come on now; can’t move till you kiss,” Draco smirked.