#magisterium fanfiction

[usernamesarehard1]

I wish I could write some nice Magisterium fluff. For some reason everything I write ends up getting kinda dark. But I really wanna read some calron fluff or some wholesome stuff about the relationship dynamics between Call, Aaron and Tamara, Call and Alastair, the group and Master Rufus, etc.

I just wanna read some nice stuff about all of these characters caring about each other and being happy, but everything I write for them ends up becoming a story about all the trauma they go through in the books and just gets dark and depressing

[selene-kaito]

How Long Has It Been?

Call didn’t know how long he had been in prison.

Sometimes it felt like he had just seen Aaron’s dead body.

And sometimes he couldn’t remember what shade of green Aaron’s eyes were.

Sometimes he felt Tamara’s laughter next to him.

And sometimes he couldn’t remember what Tamara or Jasper’s voices sounded like.

“How long has it been?” Call asked out loud.

How long had it been since he saw his best friends?

How long had it been since he went to school?

How long had it been since he was home?

He shifted slightly and managed to catch a glimpse of an ant across the room.

Call didn’t know why he did it, but he knew that someone had to hear the story.

“Once upon a time, there was a boy and his two best friends.” Call looked to the ceiling as he told the ant of the adventures he had been on.

He told the ant how the boy had been accepted into a magical school and how he made two best friends. Call told the ant how they managed to defeat Master Joseph and Drew.

He talked about the copper gauntlet and how the group realized that Constantine Madden was among them.

Call revealed the mysteries and killings of their Bronze year before finishing the story with the betrayal of Alex Strike.

“And then the boy died.” He brought the story to an end with a muffled sob. “His name was Aaron. Aaron Stewart.” This wasn't his story.

It was Aaron’s story.

Aaron with a heart of gold.

Aaron who never doubted Call.

Aaron who was dead.

FOUR MONTHS AGO

“Come on Call you need to wake up.” Aaron’s unreasonable cheerful voice floated through the room. Call just hauled out the pillow from under him and thrust it over his ears.

“Wake Tamara first.” Call grumbled tiredly. Over the last two years, Tamara and Call had learned that Aaron was the perfect alarm clock. Aaron woke up with the sun and he was the perfect tool to use to wake up the late risers.

Namely Call and Tamara.

“I already woke her up Call,” Aaron said patiently.

Call had planned to flop back in bed and hoped that Aaron would leave him alone.

He didn’t expect Aaron to dump a bucket of water on him. ***

Call hadn’t expected that.

He had been so angry at Aaron for doing that.

Now he would do anything to joke around with his friend.

[nonbinarychishiyatruther]

winterhunt fanfic on AO3

if yall wanna check it out lol, Aaron is alive bc I say so

[alohaasaloevera]

alohaa/aloe vera III FIC MASTERLIST??? More likely than you think!

(Sorted newest to oldest and by most works per/for a fandom to least)

Voltron: Legendary Defender:

i want a love like I’ve seen in the movies (that’s why I’ll never fall in love) (2/? | 2,044 Words | Teen and Up | M/M | Uncompleted)

Summary:

“Lance!” “What?” “Fuck. You.” Keith growls, his mop of black hair along with his suit sopping wet. “Love you too, sweetheart!” OR: Lance gets a nosebleed. It sends him to the hospital. Gay, mutual pining ensues.

Sleepyhead (1/1 | 2,181 words | Teen and Up | M/M)

Summary:

“Ok, so why is Lance carrying Keith bridal-style right now?” Hunk asks, obviously intrigued by the scene laid out in front of him. “I can explain!” “You better, or I’m going to have to owe Pidge 20 GAC.” “Wait, what?” OR: Keith takes sleep medicine. In broad daylight… which so happens to be in public. Poorly stringed together events happen.

i wish you bluebirds in the spring (1/? | 377 Words | General | M/M | On Hold)

Summary:

Curse Lance, Keith thinks as he’s running towards said person, curse Lance and his stupid sacrificial nature.

worlds collide (they don’t) (1/? | 1,331 Words | Teen and Up | M/M | On Hold)

Summary:

Keith is flirting with the nearest pretty lady— yeah you see how this is going to go. OR: Keith and Lance go to another universe where everyone is the same…. Kind of.

this time it’s sticking (and time just stops ticking when i have my arms around you) (1/? | 241 Words | General | M/M | On Hold)

Summary:

lance literally hugs keith. that’s the summary.

Magisterium Series:

Latte (1/1 | 550 Words | General | M/M)

Summary:

Aaron and Call Talk. Call is smitten.

[secretly-a-catamount]

  Water is eternal. It cannot be created. It cannot be destroyed.

  Water is ancient. It fell from the heavens at the beginning of the world encased in rock, and, once it was freed, drowned the flames and ash. It falls to the earth still, a cycle that cannot be broken, an ouroboros eating its own tail.

  Water is all-encompassing, everywhere. It is present in ever living thing. It seeps into that which is believed to be dead but is not.

  Water births.

  Water sustains.

  Water kills.

  The man walked up the misted dock with an assurance that could only be granted by absolute power; someone who was used to taking what he wanted, the very mountains crumbling beneath his will. His skin was paler than sun-bleached bone, and his hair was the color of burnished gold and fell in tousled waves to his coat collar. He wore black clothing, blacker boots, and a dark gray jacket that accentuated his musculature well, silver buttons neatly fastened through ever hole atop his wrists and up the deceptively delicate, almost swan-like curve of his throat. His blood ran slowly through his veins, each beat of his heart punctured by a wound that would never heal.

  He stopped halfway down the dock, hellfire-green eyes scanning the partially obscured surface of the lake, and spoke.

  “I need you to do something for me.”

  The trees did not answer, gnarled roots and trunks bent, arms burdened with leaves bending down to be swallowed by the water, but the man had not expected them to. The mist did not answer either, but he had not expected it to, anymore than the trees. The wind, faint and weak, running the incorporeal tendrils of its fingers down his neck, didn’t answer, but he had not expected it to anymore than he had the trees and the mist.

  “I said: I need you to do something for me.”

  We heard you the first time, the response came from everywhere and nowhere, a thousand voices speaking as one but slightly overlapping, the angry buzz of bees, the deafening patter of raindrops against a metal roof, the howl of a hurricane, waves crashing against the shore, who are you, to think you can command the Element of Water?

  “I’m the Enemy of Death.”

  A moment of silence, then a loud crack as the end of the dock splintered off, then a thump as a mangled corpse pulled itself from the churning depths and heaved itself onto the splintered end of the dock.

  The mage gasped and staggered back, watching as the animated corpse dragged itself towards him with the nasty scraps of bone against wood, and the wet slaps of wood against rotted flesh. The water, splintered boards, rusted nails, vegetation, and silt, came with it, reconstructed its body as it went.

  By the time the Devoured was erected and whole, the Enemy of Death had composed himself again to the point of neutrality.

  The Devoured smiled like a predator, the vines wrapped around her bones and ruptured flesh acting as muscles and ligaments, her remaining bits of skin splitting at the movement, peeling away from her ruined body. Blood and oil leaked from her empty eye sockets, and her black hair twisted around her form like a shroud. She was vaguely humanoid, vaguely feminine, and vaguely young. She wore the tattered remains of a Golden Year uniform and a Magisterium wristband.

  “Hello, Tamara.”

  Hello, Aaron.

[theenemyod]

Alexithrymia sucks as in I just had a panic attack because I couldn't explain to my mum why I'm so stressed because I don't understand why I'm so stressed and she doesn't accept i don't know as an answer and when I panic both my parents try to get me to explain how I feel to try to help but I have no clue I cannot understand or express my emotions and honestly it fucks up my life.

[sub-urbanwitch]

[little-blurry-stars5]

So I realized I never made an intro lmao so here it is :3

!! be careful !! at the end of this post, there are moving images, flashing lights, ect. be careful if any of these would effect you in any way !!

U can call me blurry or jett (jett preferred) and I go by they/them/ theirs pronouns, + pretty much any neo pronouns (please do ask b4 using which ones tho :3) !!

I am a minor, don't be weird

My fandoms are bungo stray dogs, Percy Jackson, ramshackle, good omens, my hero academia, helluva boss, gravity falls (!!!!), toh, hunger games, jjk, seraph of the end, fnaf, the magisterium, Harry Potter (fuck jkr), wings of fire, kotlc, legendborn, miraculous ladybug, Loki, heartstopper, skyborn, nimona, ATSV, shera, voltron and more

my intrests/hobbies/likes are drawing, painting, creating stuff, running, reading, writing, going places, alternative clothes/style, listening to music, my headphones, the rain, the dark, drawing on shoes, dragons, fanfiction, sowing, cosplays, hanging out with friends, my boots, taxidermy, and more :33

I usually post abt these things n the occasional shitpost

I'm mostly involved in BSD, however there are a buncha other stuff I reblog from daily (also please note the fandoms listed are ones I'm in in general, some of them I'm not active in)

I also do a lot of art !!! i post it sometimes so check it out if ud like, my art tag is "jett scribbles" !! I also take requests, so don't be afraid to stop by my askbox !!!

DNI if u support misogyny, sexism, racism, islamphobia, homophobia, transphobia, terfs, and anything that doesn't treat all humans equal

My dms and askbox are always open to anyone who wants to say hi !! I love meeting new ppl and making new friends, so don't be afraid to say hello ‼️‼️ :3

my personalized tag is "jett posts" for posts made by me

My most amazing wonderful awesome people to ever grace this earth mutuals r @taluvi-does-stupid-things (ty sm for taking care of me, ur the best!!) @castledmequeen (i love or phycological convos, ur so fun 2 talk to) @nervoustoastthing (my second ever moot, love u <333) and @returnofthecabbageman (ilysm evie ur blog is so comforting <333) and more !!!!!!!!

Sorry it's so messy 😔 but yeah I think that's it. Welcome to my blog! <3

[livvyofthelake]

so much room for some absolute sicko shit in magisterium fanfiction and yet people are out there writing high school aus…..

[blunt-force-therapy]

I FINALLY finished The Magisterium series (read a million books between the fourth and the fifth one but let's not talk about that) and

I mean

Aaron and Call should've kissed

That line in the end about them always being there for each other-

I mean

Gay gay homosexual gay ngl

Also

WHAT THE FUCK DO U MEAN HIS DAD BECAME SOME WIND

I'll take it upon myself to produce copious amounts of fanfiction

Eventually

When the time is right

Wait that's always isn't it-

[veryfruitybrazillian]

♡Introduction

● Hello tumblr! I am (kinda) new here and i really want some people to talk to! So if you're interested, stick around!

♡About me

● My name is Twig, but you can also call me Lucy!

● Though i won't say my age, i will say that i am a minor, so keep this in mind!

● As my name says, i am brazillian, with my mother tongue being portuguese - but during the pandemic i learned english and spanish (but i kinda suck at spanish, any help welcome-)

● I'm pansexual and agender and go by all/mirror pronouns

♡Likes

● Okay this will be a long one- i am not gonna list everything bc i think i am a fandom colector at this point-

- Bands & Musical artists in general:

• AJR (i love them with all my heart)

• Lovejoy (literally my wallpaper)

• IDKHOW (YES. JUST YES.)

• MARINA (my first fav artist-)

• Imagine Dragons (i kinda have to balance the weirdness of the others ig)

• Mother Mother (why do i relate to their songs so much? - 2018 me)

- Series, cartoons, animes, etc:

• FNAFHS (Oh, the memories [little me had such a crush on Fred istg])

• The Owl House (I'm the Luz Noceda from my friend group)

• Gravity Falls (how can you forget the thing that got you into creepypastas)

• Witch Hat Atelier (OMGQIFREYKISSMEPLEASE)

• Sailor Moon (whole childhood)

• B99 (thanks uncle)

• LEGO Monkie Kid (perfect)

• Saiki K (i just think is neat)

• Spy X Family (i love romcons)

• Any 1990s-2000s cartoon and anime tbh

- Books:

(I am a bookworm since birth, this was necessary)

• The Folk of Air (i got two editions of the cruel prince for some reason)

• Magisterium (I WANT TO READ IT SOOOOOOOOO BAD)

• Anything written by Holly Black (love her)

• Riordanverse in general (my siblings are mithology nerds, got it from them)

• The divine comedy by Dante (the first self-insert fanfiction of history)

• The school for good and evil (tbh kinda mixed feelings but i love Dot)

• Moomins (be gay do crime, the book series)

- Games:

• Deep Sea Prisioner (thanks online big sis for this trauma)

• Sonic (i fucking love sonic omg)

• Pokémon (i am obsessed with pkmn)

• Every single game the "weird kid" archetype is know for (yeah i was the weird kid)(still am)

• Cookie Run franchise (UNICORN CREAM MY BELOVED)

• Minecraft (thanks to this i am the person i am now)

• Genshin Impact (kinda)(just started playing)(i like kaeya)

♡Tags

● I just discovered that tags help alot so i may be using them-

- #twigtalksdsmp (i watch dsmp but got out of the fandom a long time ago, if you don't like dsmp please just block this tag-)(i will not tag lovejoy posts with this tag tho)

- #twigexplains (i know damn well i will be explaining random theories or facts so i might as well me a tag for it)

- #twighuehue (for when i speak portuguese)

- #twigocs (very self-explanatory)

♡ Finalization

● Well, that should be it. Will be adding more as i travel in this hell site. Thank you for you attention! <3

[usernamesarehard1]

I'm so bored and want to think about Magisterium but too tired to work on my fanfiction. I need to talk about Magisterium with someone

[chillychive]

Hello!

Hi all! I'm Chillychive! This blog was previously called Creation-Infinity’s Child. My old account was @shipheadcanons and @sirispy. I use they/them, he/him, zyd/zyds/zydself, and any neopronouns.

I’m Siri_Spy on Ao3 and I either just posted smth an hour ago or havent posted in months! Take your bets, people!

I'm a huge history nerd, and I love Star Trek, Star Wars, The Good Place, Marvel, D8BW, Mysterious Benedict Society, Keeper of the Lost Cities, the entire Osemanverse, Haikyuu, MHA, Riordanverse (except Kane chronicles... i just don't like them very much...), The Magisterium, Hamilton, Six, Firefly, Dr. Horrible's Sing Along Blog, Simon Snow Trilogy, Bruno & Boots (THE BOOKS!), Julie and the Phantoms, Hermitcraft, Empires, Grian’s Life Series, and Ender’s Game.

^This will change & doesn’t indicate what I’m currently interested in, but I know and have been involved in all of these fandoms at some point, and will recognize references^

I'm currently reading: Fanfiction.

Just to be clear, this blog supports: Ukraine, Gaza & Palestine, the entire LGBTQ+ community (including aces and aros, trans and bi folk, microlabels, ect), BLM, all mental health stuff, the DID and OSDD communities, endogenic and traumagenic systems, furries, therians, autistics, Pro Choice, and I will update this list with anything I forgot. Generally, I respect people's right to do whatever they want as long as it doesn't interfere with other people's ability to live/breath/be happy.

I am a minor so be normal pls istg

Happy scrolling!

[selene-kaito]

Febuwhump Day 14: Can Never Go Home

Fandom: Magisterium

Character: Alastair Hunt

It had been three years since Alastair Hunt had become an elemental.

His son was now twenty and in a collegium. It was funny to think about. Call who he had last hugged when he was seventeen was now twenty.

Sometimes Alastair remembered the perfect months when it was just Sarah, Call, and him.

And then he remembered that he could never go back to those days.

After realizing that Alastair didn’t mean any harm the Masters of magisterium had left him alone.

Alastair didn’t know if he should have been thankful for that.

Alastair was just about to drift off when he saw four people enter the restaurant beside him. They were all young and very familiar.

Tamara Rajavi.

Jasper diWinter.

Alex Strike.

Callum Hunt.

His son.

If Alastair closed his eyes he could still remember the four teens on his lawn drinking lemonade. The only thing missing was the sight of Aaron, it was difficult to remember that Alex Strike was no longer Alex Strike but simply a host for Aaron.

They all sat in a corner booth and Alastair watched them all with longing. He would have loved to sit with them.

He would have loved to eat and talk with them.

He would have loved to hug his son.

But Alastair had done the same thing thousands of mage’s had done before him.

He had sacrificed himself for the greater good.

Alastair watched as his son ordered tomato soup.

Call had always loved his tomato soup.

Alastair had taken to living in the air outside his old house. He tried to stay inside when he could. But it was hard, it was stifling, and there wasn’t enough air.

Alastair lived for Call’s weekly visits. The visits where they would talk and aught and pretend that nothing had changed.

It was those visits that had led Alastair to not be surprised at the sight of the ruby on Tamara’s left hand.

So Call had managed to propose. Call had come to Alastair to ask how he should ask his longtime girlfriend and all that Alastair could think about was how he had proposed to Sarah.

And how a year later he had given Declan advice to propose.

Declan had succeed in the proposal but he and his fiance had never made it to the alter.

His death had prevented that.

Alastair smiled sadly when Call and his friends left the restaurant. Sometimes when he saw them all he could remember were his own dead friends.

The ones he thought would never betray him or die.

Sarah. Dead.

Declan. Dead.

Jericho. Dead.

Constantine. Betrayed.

Once when Call had been three Alastair had asked him, ‘Why?’

The toddler had looked up at him puzzled. ‘Why did you take everyone we loved away? Why did you kill our family?’

When Call hadn’t responded Alastair had thought that it was a sure sign that Constantine wasn’t in his son’s body.

Constantine had been many things but a liar had never one of them

Alastair drifted back to his house, he hated that he could no longer be with his son. All he wanted to do was go home.

When Alastair reached the front door of his house he remembered.

He could never go back home.

[agarotado27dejunho]

New Magisterium fic

Hi, guys! I’ve just posted the third installment of the “The Bent Over Tree” series, also known as my Magisterium Fairy AU. It’s called “The Goblin Market” and it’s about the aftermath of the events in “The Cuckoo and The Sparrow” and a little bit more. I’m curious and nervous to see how you’ll react. If you’d like to read it, links are below.

Fanfiction.net

AO3

[cyaniashine]

You know when you come up with a whole frickin canon divergence/alternate universe and write out all your ideas for a fanfiction, but then realize that you can’t actually write and that the AU will probably remain unseen and unwritten for all of eternity? ;)

I should just stick to fan art lol