draco’s been keeping
a secret his whole life, from his parents, from his friends, from everyone.
people thought poorly enough about the malfoy family already, he wasn’t going
to make it any worse. he’ll just have to deal with this alone.except in second year, the dueling club happens, and he’s
completely thrown by what happens there. he can’t stop thinking about it.the next day he corners potter when he’s away from his
friends, concentrates for a moment, and asks “you too?”in parseltongue.
draco thought he was the only one, but clearly he was wrong.
draco is so fucking elated that the golden boy is a
parseltongue, because if harry potter is a parseltongue, then that means it
can’t be bad, can’t be evil, not if harry has it too. he swears harry to
secrecy, and harry agrees because they haven’t been truly awful to each other
yet, they’re enemies, but just when harry thought there was something else to
mark him as different, as other, here is someone else who’s like him. even if
it’s draco malfoy, he’ll take what he can get.and he and draco sneak out to the forbidden forest together,
and draco has known about this for years, has been practicing for years.
“practicing?” harry asks, confused, “what’s there to practice? it’s just
speaking snake.”draco rolls his eyes, because what a muggle raised
simpleton. “of course it’s not just speaking snake. when you told that snake
not to bite justin, do you think it listened out of a sense of courtesy?
because it was trying to be polite? of course not. you compelled it too. that’s
what being a parselmouth really means. being able to control snakes, not just
speak to them.”harry’s horrified, and this is why it’s considered a dark
skill, because it takes away free will. not just in snakes, a truly gifted
parseltongue can do it to humans too, can weave compulsion into their voices,
more subtle and powerful than imperio.how many of voldemort’s followers believed in him, and how
many had been compelled into following him? it’s impossible to say. it’s how so
many people got away without punishment – they claimed to have been compelled
by voldemort, and there was no way to prove otherwise.“do you compel people?” harry asks warily.
“i’m thirteen,” he snaps, “i can barely get magical snakes
to listen to me, never mind real people. one step at a time.”“so you would compel people, if you could?” he presses.
draco shrugs, unrepentant. “wouldn’t you? it’s a nice
security blanket, knowing if someone ever tries to hurt you or the people you
care about that you’ll be able to stop them. it’s … nice.”harry can’t argue with that. what wouldn’t he do, to keep
his friends safe?so he practices with draco, and the snakes of the forest
seem to know him, delight in his presence. it’s not all compulsion, because
draco switches easily between the two, just talking to the snakes one moment
and then ordering them around in the next. there’s a difference between the
two, and it’s small, but he can hear it.“i don’t know if i want to learn how to compel anything,” he
admits, “it seems wrong.”“relax.” draco says, rolling his eyes. “we’re both a long
way off being able to compel actual people, if we ever can. we know voldemort
can, but there’s debate about whether salazar slytherin himself could even
manage it.”“it seems wrong to take free will away from the snakes too,
even if we never get to people,” he says stubbornly, ready to dig his heels in
if he needs to.instead draco turns to him, surprised, then smiles. “come
on. you can ask their permission first if it will make you feel better, but i
personally find lower level snakes a bore to listen to.”draco turns and walks deeper into the forest, an ever
growing parade of snakes slithering after him even though harry hadn’t heard
him tell them to do anything special.he hurries to catch up, lest he be left behind
Tag: fanfic
I feel like one of the biggest misconceptions out there is that all fanfic is written by 12 and 13 year olds
Like the other day I read a fanfic where Jason Todd is remodeling his kitchen and is concerned about wooden countertops because what if you get raw chicken on your wooden countertop?
You think a 13 year old thinks about countertops? Think again my friend that fic was written by an Adult
AU where the Justice League forms like usual, except Batman
maintained his “totally a myth” status and has in fact been active for years before the JL forms. He’s very
cautious about trusting them, but still joins, and the others sort of accepts
that as long as they trust that Batman has a really hard time with trust, it will
all work out in its own weird wayThen, one day, in the middle of a JL mission, the League gets
in a tight spot. Out of nowhere, this blue and black blur swoops in and saves everyone’s
ass. Maybe breaking some shackles that were proving very difficult, maybe disarm
a bomb that the League was just a hair’s breadth too slow to reach without
help, but whatever happens, the shadowy figure pauses just long enough to say, “Hey,
Batman, you know you there are these things called cellphones now and you can just call
sometimes, it doesn’t have to be this dramatic?” and bounds away after
shouting ‘let’s do brunch! Bring your new friends!’Batman is mortified.
No one lets it go.
The entire rest of the mission, the whole League is asking so
many questions. Who was that? Do you know him? How do you know him? What’s going on? I didn’t know there was a
vigilante in this area?? They don’t let up until he talks.“That was Nightwing.” Batman is mumbling. The JL forces him
to bring them to the Brunch. Brunch happens to be in a run-down apartment on
the edge of a bad neighborhood, at five in the morning, in costume. Nightwing
introduces himself as Batman’s lovechild with justice.“I did not realize Batman had a child,” Martian Manhunter
says, calmly enough that no one’s sure if he’s accidentally plucking a really
loud thought out of the air or if he’s trying to make a joke.Nightwing stares for a moment falling over laughing. He doesn’t
get up. Batman starts trying to apply anti-Joker venom but Nightwing just kicks
him and laughs until he cries. He keeps trying to wipe his eyes and his mask
keeps getting in the way, so he asks everyone to leave so he can please get
a hold of himselfHe is still laughing when they leave. Everyone is confused.
Batman is furious. Nightwing manages to
breathe long enough to say, “We’re just so glad
you’re socializing now, Batman.”Superman turns to look at Batman very slowly. “…’we’?”
tbh the most unrealistic thing in harry potter is when mrs weasley in the first book asks “now what’s the platform number?”
like this woman has been going to that school for seven years and then dropped kids off on the same place for nearly ten like why on earth would she forget the platform number
I still have the headcanon that Molly BAMF Weasley saw a scrawny underfed child with an owl who had no idea where he was going and looked lost and confused and was like, “Ah, yep, new son.” but didn’t want to scare him by outright approaching and asking if he needed help so she was just like, “MUGGLES, MUGGLES EVERYWHERE! DOES ANYONE KNOW WHAT THE PLATFORM NUMBER TO WIZARD SCHOOL IS? WHAT’S THAT? NINE AND THREE QUARTERS? OH, YES, THAT’S RIGHT. THE PLATFORM NUMBER IS N I N E A N D T H R E E Q U A R T E R S!”
Of course seeing as how Harry isn’t the most observant bloke, she probably ushered her kids past him fifty times as different ones screamed the platform number until they finally got his attention.
With that being said, and I’m extremely sorry for taking over your post:
11:45:
They had just enough time to make it onto the platform, get their trunks loaded, and say their goodbyes. Molly ushered them all along, wishing that she could just Apparate them all onto the train and be done with it. There was too much to do, too much to say, too m—
All at once, she screeched to a halt. Percy crashed into her, causing the twins to snicker.
A tiny boy was being crossly turned away by a security guard. A boy whose ribs poked through his baggy shirt, whose glasses were broken, whose jaw was trembling as he tried to find his way. Well, surely she could be the person to guide him there? And did he…? Yes! He had an owl! He was one of them!
The poor child; he looked so lost.
Where were his parents?
Never mind, never mind. She would see to it that he would get on the train. But she had to be careful. She couldn’t startle him. He’d run off and that would be the end of it. No, no, they had to be crafty.
11:47 AM:
“Packed with Muggles of course,” Molly said loudly, ushering her very confused children past the boy. “What’s the platform number again?”
“Nine and three quarters,” Percy said. “Mother, how could you have forg—?”
It was George who nudged him as he understood what she was doing. She had done it before, after all, and she would do it again.
Unfortunately, it didn’t work.
The boy didn’t seem to notice them.
11:48 AM:
“Packed with Muggles of course,” said Molly again, marching her children past once more. “What’s the platform number?”
“Nine and three quarters,” Fred and George screamed in unison.
And still the boy remained lost.
11:49 AM:
“Mum,” Ron panted, tripping over himself as he ran to keep up with her. “Slow down!”
Molly ignored him as she practically flew past the poor boy. “Packed with Muggles of course! Now, what’s the platform number?”
“Nine and three quarters,” Ron bellowed.
11:50 AM:
Molly honestly didn’t care if her entire family missed the train and she had to set off across the UK herself like a mother leading a flock of ducklings: she was going to help this boy onto the bloody train.
She marched past him with a fiery determination and said, “Packed with Muggles of course!”
The boy looked up.
Yes! Okay, this was it, this was it, this was it. Play it cool. He was following them. Listening. Pretending not to.
They stopped.
“Now,” Molly said. “What’s the platform number?”
“Nine and three quarters,” piped Ginny.
Victory!
The next nine minutes were a whirlwind of chaos but they managed to get the boy through the barrier. At Molly’s insistence, Fred and George popped up and helped him get his trunk into the compartment. She handed Ron an extra sandwich and muttered, “Tell him that everywhere else was full.”
He dutifully nodded.
As the train took off, she waved to her children, including her newest one.
Bristling with pride, she began to head back to the Burrow. There was simply no time to waste. She had a jumper to knit.
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Oh dear merciful lord. This is world of yes, MCU!
Pretty awesome!
I. LOVE. THIS.
Lady Keladry of Mindelan
i’ve just finished reading the protector of the small series
for the dozenth time, and i’m just … i can’t help but imagine how the rest of
her life pans outraoul says that giving kel all that she asks for within
reason to build her new refugee town is the crown’s way of saying they’re sorry
for putting her people in danger. but the crown doesn’t care about her people,
can’t care about five hundred refugees when there’s a whole war being waged.they’re not saying sorry for endangering the refugees.
they’re thanking kel for winning the war.
no one can acknowledge what she did, running from her post
into enemy land to save her people was treason, and those that followed her
(besides dom’s squad) committed treason too. they can’t acknowledge what she
did, because then they would have to punish her for it, and they’re not going
to do that. so giving her more supplies is their way of saying thanks, the only
way they’ll knows she’ll accept, this painfully practical girl who always,
always puts others before her own self-interest.she killed blayce, and stopped the killing machines, the
only things that stood in the way of tortall winning the war. she marched into
scanra with a ragtag group and did in a couple weeks what the rest of the realm
hadn’t been able to do for over a year.the tales they must tell of the lady knight, of keladry of
mindelan.they took her people, stole them right from under her nose.
so she marched into the heart of war and took them back, rather than follow
orders she flung herself like an arrow into enemy territory and killed the
famous mage that had stolen them, saved the adults, and then kept going and
saved all the children too. she didn’t leave anyone behind. she refused to
leave anyone behind.commoners trust her, like her. they know that if they follow
the lady knight she won’t abandon or abuse them. kel has this gift for making everyone
around her shine a little brighter, she brings out the best in people.her maid lalasa becomes the best seamstress in tortall and
opens up her own dress shop, making dresses for the queen and other noble ladies.
kel picks up an abused boy from an inn, one touched my horse magic, and he finally
gets to use his gift, sharpens himself with it, and learns weapons.she hates praise, is only trying to work and do right by
those around her. but just as raoul told her when she was a squire, she’s a
commander, a natural leader, and people flock to her.i like the idea of kel accidentally becoming powerful. not
with the nobles, but with the commoners. whispers travel fast, and everyone
knows about kel, soon commoners she’s never met trust her with their lives,
will follow her orders when they’d follow no other’s, just based on what they’ve
heard, what they know she’s done for others.kel could single handedly lead the commoners in a rebellion
against the crown, if she so desired. she doesn’t. she’s loyal to the crown,
and if she’s unsure how she feels about their current king and queen, she knows
how she feels about roald and shinkokami.toby eventually goes to work in the palace as a horse
breeder and trainer. every time kel or her squire (she has several, over the
years. after her first stunningly successful squire, the crown quietly offers
her a gold purse for every squire she takes on so she can afford to outfit
them. she tries to protest, but they only call it an investment – those under
her tutelage always prove invaluable to the crown) need a horse, he’s the one
who supplies them, and he won’t accept any payment. kel tries to argue, but
toby only laughs at her. she raised him after she took him in, and he calls her
mother more often than not, and refuses anything she tries to give him.it’s like lalasa, who after all these years as a fabulously
wealthy and famous designer and seamstress, still mends the holes in kel’s
clothes, still fits her for everything she wears, and makes her dresses whenever
she has an occasion to wear them. and still won’t take anything for her work.they are the rule, not the exception. kel becomes the person
who “knows a guy” for almost everything, and there seems like there always some
sort of tradesperson or someone who knows someone who feels indebted to kel.
the king jokes they could replace their spy network just with the friends kel’s
made on the road, and she’s appalled.when she’s older, and had spent decades fighting, they offer
her a position – the pages’ training master.under her, the pages are stronger, smarter, kinder. the knights
who’d complained about her appointment shut up when they take her pages on as
squires.kel enjoys fighting. but she loves teaching, and it shows.
as much as wyldon had disliked this position, kel loves it.and when it all threatens to overwhelm her – her best
friend, sir nealan, is just down the hall. he and yuki live at the palace,
where he divides his time between teaching magic classes to those pages who
have the gift, and assisting in the infirmary.and they all live happily ever after.
Ever read so much fanfiction about a character or pairing that you literally forget what happened to them in canon?
Sometimes that’s the goal.
There’s a fic on fanfiction(.)net that I’ve kept tabs on for years to see if it’s been updated or not. While I’m no longer even in the fandom it’s written for, it just has one of the greatest storylines I’ve ever read. Last time it was updated was 2011.
The other day, I decided to reread the entire thing and leave a very in-depth review of what I thought of each chapter. I also mentioned how I started reading it when I was 13 and am now 21, but always came back to see if it was ever finished because I loved it so dearly.
Today, said author sent me a private message saying that her analytics showed that the story was still getting views even after all these years, but no one ever bothered to leave reviews other than “update soon!!!”, so she never felt motivated enough to finish it. She said that me reviewing every single chapter with lengthy paragraphs made her cry and meant the world to her. She also mentioned that she felt encouraged to write the two remaining chapters needed to complete the story and that she would send me a message the night before she updates the fic.
I’m literally sobbing. I’m so excited :’)
Please always remember to leave a review when reading fanfiction!!! It means a lot to a writer.
Seriously, this is what keeps us going; YOUR COMMENTS.
And you think my ranting about it is just being salty! It’s not! Reviews can mean the difference between feeling motivated and feeling out of place.
Write Your Story
I just showed my 11-year-old son how many coffee shop AUs there are on AO3.
Why?
He sat down the other day to write a Minecraft story about three kids who go through a portal in their back yard and end up in the world of Minecraft where they have to battle all the big bosses (I didn’t even realize there WERE big bosses in Minecraft but that’s beside the point). He wrote three chapters with a little input from me – his first beta – and y’all?
He was fucking excited. To be writing a story.
Today he came home from school and seemed a little down, so I asked him about it only to find out that some little asshole at his school told him, “There is already a Minecraft story.”
Me: Okay? So what?
Lucifer: If there’s already a story, no one will read mine.
Immediately, I dragged him in and pulled up my AO3 account. My boys know I write fanfiction, so I showed him my account and how many subscribers I have. Then I showed him how many Teen Wolf stories there are. And then, because it seemed like the perfect analogy, I said, “What if I wrote a story where two characters meet in a coffee shop and fall in love? No werewolves, nothing at all to do with the actual Teen Wolf universe. Just Stiles and Derek meet in a coffeeshop and fall in love.”
He laughed.
I showed him Mornings Aren’t For Everyone. Showed him how many hits it had, how many kudos, how many lovely comments.
Then I said, “So do you think, if anyone else wrote a story about those exact same characters meeting in a coffee shop and falling in love… would anyone read it?”
He laughed and said, “No because you already did.”
So I clicked on the Sterek tag and refined to coffee shop AU. His mind was blown to see that they ALL had thousands of hits and kudos and comments. Then I clicked on JUST the coffee shop AU tag and showed him all the fics across all the fandoms written by countless different people.
I’m going to tell you all now what I told him because it applies to everyone.
Write your story. It doesn’t matter that someone else has written a story about that subject. They didn’t write YOUR story. Only you can do that.
And I want to read your story.
Holy crap, this is A+ parenting and such a good lesson.