metas on characters and characterisation
the golden trio
- canonical proof that ron is hot
- is harry more like lily or james
- on fanon!hermione
- the trio and the horcruxes
- thoughts on the trio's post-canon careers
tom riddle | lord voldemort
- how do i write voldemort, and why?
- what is interesting about voldemort as a character archetype?
- my pet peeves when it comes to writing voldemort
- reading tom riddle as a victim of childhood sexual abuse
- tom riddle and ginny
- tom riddle has his mother's eyes [plus: other things he inherits from her]
- tom riddle's speech and accent
- voldemort's bad heart
- voldemort's campest moments
- voldemort's horcruxes do not make him insane
- voldemort loves the golden age of hollywood. no, really
- voldemort would hate being minister for magic. i'll die on this hill
- what does dumbledore get wrong about voldemort?
- what if merope had lived?
- what would have happened if tom riddle had been committed to a psychiatric hospital?
- what would voldemort be like as a father?
- when does voldemort's relationship with slughorn go wrong?
- where does voldemort buy the diary?
- where is the cave?
- would the riddles have changed tom jr.'s name?
- would tom riddle have done better in a different house?
- tom riddle sr.'s characterisation
- tom riddle sr.'s class background
- on morfin and merope
- where is little hangleton?
severus snape
- snape's training [or: why is snape called a potions master?]
- snape and fem!harry
- why doesn't snape seem to know what horcruxes are?
- lily and petunia's class background compared to snape's
- was snape welcome in lily's house?
- what might snape's relationship with slughorn be like?
the marauders
- snape is afraid of lupin [and not the other way round]
- why does snape leak that lupin's a werewolf?
others
- barty crouch jr. is the best villain in the series [and was a loyal death eater from the start]
- ludo bagman was genuinely a death eater
- stan shunpike was genuinely a death eater
- thoughts on the lestrange brothers
- why does regulus black turn against voldemort?
- why does slughorn know what horcruxes are?
- why is charlie away from home so much?
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metas on ships
- in defence of amicable divorce
- miscellaneous tomarrymort headcanons
- thoughts on wolfstar from a non-wolfstar fan
- unrequited prongsfoot is canon
- why fandom needs to stop sleeping on dron
- wow, luna is impossible to ship with anyone...
sirius black/severus snape
- could snack work as a couple in a world where james lives?
- snape, sirius, childishness, and the werewolf prank
- snack's sexual dynamics
- miscellaneous snack headcanons
hermione granger/ron weasley
- romione are the best canon couple
- no, ron and hermione wouldn't need couples therapy
- the best romione moment in the series [now with part two and three!]
- are jily and romione meant to be narrative parallels?
- would i write romione as the main pairing of a fic?
lily evans/james potter
- james and lily were love at first sight
remus lupin/nymphadora tonks
- a remadora answer which will please nobody
- lupin's idealisation of tonks during their relationship
- lupin's relationship with his sexuality, in remadora and snupin
harry potter/ginny weasley
- hinny's best narrative parallel? bellamort
- ronarry versus hinny
severus snape/nymphadora tonks
- the stonks manifesto
- stonks and the euphoria of queerness
severus snape/lord voldemort
- time-travelling snapemort would be a disaster
on...
short-form looks at various ships...
bellamione | blackcest | cissamione | dorlene | dracomort | dramione | drarry | drinny | flintwood | georgemione | ginnymort | ginsy | golden triad | grindeldore | grindelmort | hansy | harmony | hinny | jegulus | jily | lilymort | lilypad | linny | lucimort | lunarry | luthur | mcprince | minipop | molcissa | mollytrix | moonflower | pansmione | pavender | perciver | petermort | pregulus | riddledore | ronarrymort | ronmort | ronsy | runa | siricissa | sirimione | siritrix | siritunia | sirry | tedoire | tomarrymort | tombraxas | wolfbucks | wormbucks
out of which snape has emerged as the fandom bike...
snacklebolt | snaco | snagonagall | snames | snamione | snarcissa | snarity | snarrymort | snegulus | snetunia | snily | snilypad | sniritunia | snockhart | snon | snucissa | snucius | snulciber | snumbledore | snumblemort | snuna | snupin
unhinged and deranged...
send me the wildest pairing - platonic or romantic - that you can think of and i'll answer it here...
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The Villain's Housekeeper
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tw: death mention, implied torture
The villain leaves, as promised. The hero sees them off at the door for the first time with a smile they stop pretending is genuine after a few seconds.
The villain wraps them in a slightly desperate hug, to their surprise. Their body’s warm, their arms shaking slightly. Nerves? Dread? Fear? The hero doesn’t know.
“I hope things get better for you,” they mumble into the hero’s shoulder. “I really mean that.”
They lean back to hold the hero at arm’s length. Their eyes glisten with tears the hero can’t put an emotion to. Doesn’t want to. “Stay safe, [Hero].”
And with that they’re on their way, their coat wrapped tight around them and their step quick. The hero watches them until they disappear around the corner. They shut the door slowly, slowly, and when it clicks into place they vaguely realise that they don’t know what to do with themself anymore.
So they do what they always do—they clean shelves, sweep the floor, clean counters. By the time they’re done the house is spotless and they’re out of work to swallow down that gnawing anxiety in their chest.
They flop down on the sofa—they’re not going to use the villain’s bed whilst it’s still warm, they’re not an animal—and let the exhaustion of the work overtake their worry and force them into a light sleep.
Light enough that they wake to the sound of the front door quietly clicking open. They sit up, ready to vocalise their surprise at the villain’s return, until they hear that the footsteps in the hall are decidedly not the villain’s. Too heavy, too slow. Too familiar.
The hero’s on their feet immediately. They want to hide, to run away, to do something, but their body feels like it’s weighed down by stone as the superhero turns the corner into the living room.
“Ah, [Hero].” Surprise is lacking in the superhero’s voice. A small smile stretches at his mouth. “I heard rumours. It’ll be nice to have you back with us.”
With us. For a moment all the hero can think about is those long days in the jail, treated like nothing more than a stain in the agency’s gleaming record. “How—” The hero’s voice chokes in their throat, and they curse themself inwardly. “How did you know—”
“Good people do not hide things from the agency, [Hero],” the superhero says smoothly. “Common civilians are ranking higher than you in that aspect.”
“I wasn’t hiding anything,” the hero spits desperately. “I– I was never one of them.”
The last word comes out a little harsher than they intended. They were never one of the corrupt demons that kindly lets their nemesis hide in their home. No, no, of course not. No, no one would want to be like the villain.
The hero, though, didn’t become a hero without an innate eagerness to please. To prove themself. To show the superhero how good they can be.
“I was never one of them,” the hero repeats, and the superhero cocks his head. Interest. “I– I can prove it.”
The superhero hums a cold laugh, and for a moment the hero feels like they’re back in that awful little basement, chains on their wrists, swearing their innocence, assaulted by the sound of dragging leather behind them—
The hero quickly turns on their heel to avoid looking at the superhero any longer.
They lead the way to the villain’s office, desperate to keep themself a few paces ahead. A belt sits at the superhero’s waist, and they don’t want to get close enough to see him unsheathe it again.
The door swings inward. The superhero looks inside momentarily. His gaze turns to the hero. Disappointed.
Please, no. “This is– it’s [Villain]’s office,” they add quickly. “This is their house.”
The superhero’s eyes linger on them for a moment. His face gives nothing away. Then he turns away to step into the office, and it feels like the hero can breathe again.
The hero stays in the doorway whilst the superhero peruses like this is nothing more than his weekly trip to the shops. He flits through papers, looks through drawers. He taps his chin in thought. His eyes scan across the room curiously. Eventually, after an eternity of the hero trying to figure out whether this is how they repent, he glances back up to meet the hero’s gaze.
“This is a good find.” The superhero offers something of a kind smile, and the hero has to hold back an entirely too genuine grin of their own. “Good. Very good.”
He collects a stack of papers. “Thank you for this, [Hero],” he says as he lugs them into his arms. “Let’s head back to the agency, hm?”
The hero’s evaded the superhero’s fury. There’s no way this is real. They can’t believe their luck. “Y–Yes, sir.”
The hero follows the superhero to his car. Another one waits behind it, a sleek black thing straight from the agency garage. The hero swallows and averts their gaze—of course he knew they were here. Of course he didn’t come alone.
The superhero doesn’t say much on the journey back to the agency. His gaze speaks volumes without the words, continuously slipping to the piles of paper the entire way, a satisfied smirk pulling at his lips. The hero decides to point their interest to the world passing outside in the hopes that they can ignore what they’ve done to the villain to put themself in the superhero’s favour.
It doesn’t matter, their mind promises in sickening whispers. They’ll be dead soon. Step on their corpse to survive if you have to.
The superhero sighs shortly as he pulls the car into the agency’s underground garage. Waves the hero along as he lets himself into the building. Invites them into his office. Lets the door click shut behind him.
“It is nice to see you back where you belong, [Hero],” the superhero says as he settles at his desk. It looks comically small in comparison to the giant room it's set in. “And with documents! You’ve gone above and beyond.”
The hero allows themself the smallest of smiles. “Thank you, sir.”
“To prove innocence I don’t believe you have.”
The smile falters. Their heart leaps into their throat. “... What?”
The superhero smiles lightly. “We don’t do coincidences in this agency, [Hero]. Everything has a meaning. Even if it is a mistake, it is set in stone, and we will treat it as such. You relayed information to a spy. That is all I need to know.”
The hero turns on their heel. Security is already in the doorway, a pair of metal cuffs in his hand. The superhero laughs humorlessly.
“Don’t you worry, [Hero].” The hero whips back to him, their face surely a myriad of pain and horror and betrayal. “Innocence means nothing to us. You’ll make up for what you’ve done.”
The cuffs click around the hero’s wrists. They can’t even find it in themself to struggle against them. They just stare at the superhero, aghast. “You… you tricked me.”
The superhero arranges the villain’s papers on his desk idly. “It is nothing on me if you were foolish enough to trust me.”
The man behind the hero tugs them towards the door. Jail. Right back where they started. The superhero throws them one last smirk. Satisfied, cruel, mocking. Disgusting.
“Thanks for coming back, [Hero]. Really,” he says as his door swings open in a creaking goodbye. “It’s nice to have you back where you belong.”
(next part)
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