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sunder-soul · 3 years

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Also tonight I am thinking about how cooked JKR’s 1940s timeline is.

Like.

Tom was 16 when he made the Diary Horcrux, which was linked with Myrtle’s death, so must have been before the end of 1943.

Tom was wearing the Gaunt Ring when he asks Slughorn about how to make Horcruxes and finds out you need to commit murder to do it.

To have the Gaunt Ring, he needs to have already murdered the Riddle family, which was ‘in the summer of his sixteenth year’ so mid-1943.

So.... if he makes the Diary Horcrux after this conversation with Slughorn (since he doesn’t know how to make them before that), then how is it linked to Myrtle’s death? And consequently how is the Gaunt Ring tied to his father’s death specifically? If the answer is ‘well each Horcrux corresponds with each murder chronologically,’ then how does the Diadem work since he apparently killed some rando for it? If it’s chronological, it should have been linked to either one of his grandparents.

So like.... does he choose??? If he chooses which murder is linked to each Horcrux, why tf would he choose Myrtle as his first??? Some rando whose death low-key seems like an accident over an actual deliberate murder of his actual family? And this explanation falls apart later too, since there’s no reason he’d need to kill some random strangers for the Diadem and the Locket if he’d murdered his grandparents and he can choose which deaths link to the spell....

Honestly (and I’m considering making this the timeline in TBC but still playing with it) it would make much more sense if Myrtle dies before the last term of Tom’s fifth-year ends in 1943 when he’s 16, Hogwarts is nearly closed and Tom’s like ‘oh shit consequences to my actions,’ frames Hagrid, then everyone scarpers for summer break, they come back (Tom’s sixth year) and Tom asks Slughorn about Horcruxes before Christmas break, realises he’s technically killed someone and therefore able to make a Horcrux, makes the Diary (since he’s still 16 until December and the timeline still fits being 16 in the Diary Horcrux), and then he goes to find the Gaunts in the summer of 1944 instead of ‘43.

He openly says in Chamber of Secrets that Dumbledore is ‘keeping an annoyingly close watch on him’ after what happened with the Chamber, and I find it a little hard to believe that Dumbledore wouldn’t be keeping tabs on him at the orphanage. Like seriously, you’re saying Dumbledore doesn’t hear about an entire Muggle family named Riddle getting mysteriously murdered by magic over summer?? 2 of the 3 people killed were literally called Tom Riddle, and Dumbledore doesn’t hear about that and have a big think and crack the mystery that maybe the creepy orphan boy (and half-blood) also named Tom Riddle whom he already suspects of killing another student might be involved in that.................. I am press X to doubt.

It also makes sense in my brain that after making the first Horcrux, it breaks Tom’s already compromised moral compass even further, like it makes him less human, and commiting a triple homicide becomes much more feasable for him after that point. And with each Horcrux it just gets worse, ya kno. Something fun and poetic in there about gradually losing your soul making you less and less able to care about the lives of others and all that.

Anyway here’s my official announcement of a brand new AU where this is the case. It makes way more sense in my head that Tom is playing it super safe all the way after what happened with Myrtle whilst he’s still under Dumbledore’s ‘annoyingly close watch,’ only heading off to find his family once he’s graduated and free from Dumbledore’s supervision (and also pissed off because he wasn’t granted the teaching position he wanted). Idk why JKR wanted all this shit to happen whilst Tom was still at school but it just feels very out of character and awkward.

Plus like...... fuck JKR lol I do what I want 👀

#tom riddle #horcruxes #tbc #the burnt child

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eggxeggxegg · 3 years

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A Harry Potter post compilation so I can find them again

Mine

Metas

My interpretation of Tom Riddle’s diary

Tom Riddle is Jimmy McGill, Dumbledore is Chuck

The movies butchered teenage Dumbledore and Grindelwald and how I interpret grindeldore

Grindelwald was at large while Tom Riddle was a student at Hogwarts

Besides, you’re saying it wrong. It’s voldemorrr, not voldemorT

Why the climax always happens in June

Voldemort flying should look badass

The existence of obscurials isn’t retcon, just Credence as a character

How Voldemort was inspired when coining his name

How I think 1920s Grindelwald and Dumbledore ought to be like

Nagini is ~25ft long

McGonagall wasn’t born yet to be in Crimes of Grindelwald

What is this Tom Riddle/Voldemort nonsense of mine? and Tom Riddle deserves a spin off of his own

Wizarding genetics

Voldemort cosplays as the grim reaper

Hair color references

Why does Cedric look like R?

The lost pottermore extra about Tom Riddle

How I imagine Tom Riddle looks and how he looks as Voldemort

I was booboo the fool. I thought Harry x Luna was going to be endgame

A brief look at Snape and Lily’s friendship

A few characters summarized in a nutshell

Tom spoke in an rp accent at Hogwarts

The technicalities of being on the back of someone’s head

Hagrid and Voldemort were on a first name basis at school

Of Tom Riddle and Ginny Weasley

TLDR for headcanons & theories

AUs

Snape’s role if Lily & James had a girl instead

What if I was also magical and raised at the Wool’s orphanage with Tom Riddle?

What if Tom looked like himself as Voldemort’s signature look?

Left field headcanons

Split pieces of soul don’t mind being in a horcrux

Cursed Child is the play from the atla episode the ember island players

Miscellaneous Tom Riddle headcanons

Tom Riddle was even more of an overachiever than Hermione

Tom Riddle had a PhD in clinical psychology and was really good at it

Of souls, horcruxes, and dementors

Dumbledore failed to see through to the real Tom

2 reasonable headcanons and 2 crazy ones

Tom Riddle did have someone he was attached to as a kid

Voldemort looked the same as during the first war

Voldemort, Nagini, and Bellatrix

Tom Riddle is just as great as Dumbledore

Cedric Diggory v Sirius Black v Tom Riddle

Tom Riddle was actually a hatstall

Tom Riddle wasn’t doing okay

Of Tom Riddle and love

Tom’s unbirthday

Tom is Grant in this collegehumor video

Tin foil hat theories

Voldemort isn’t actually stupid, he just lets Dumbledore & Harry think so

Diary Riddle had no intention of winning

The resurrection stone is a hack

4 questions and my answers to them (and also Muffin’s)

Moaning Myrtle’s death was an accident

Voldemort didn’t care that much about hearing the rest of the prophecy

Horcruxes don’t go offline and what that entails

How Voldemort is still alive, The cup, diadem, and snake were red herrings, & the two posts consolidated together into one post

Merope didn’t use a love potion

Why Harry really stayed at the Dursley’s

Tom Riddle is secretly a left-winger

Model student Tom is much closer to his real self than Voldemort

Where the bodies for the inferi came from and Tom Riddle’s kill count

Tom Riddle never wanted Voldemort to actually win

Carnivorous Muffin’s metas

1) Regulus is over-glorified, 2) Sirius is a Stephen King bully, and 3) Sirius was into James, not Lupin

James Potter is a knob

Poor Lupin. . .

Ron is the least terrible person within the golden trio

Harry shows signs of ptsd as well as borderline & narcissistic personality disorders

Why Harry became an auror instead of the DADA teacher

King’s Cross: it wasn’t real, it was all in Harry’s head

Dumbledore is a manipulative bastard

Dumbledore gives zero shits about child abuse

Dumbledore has little confidence in his own Order that he created

Dumbledore photoshopped Tom Riddle’s job interview to make him ugly because Harry was thirsting over Tom too much

Dumbledore is a liar. Tom Riddle at school was at best tolerated by his Slytherin peers.

Dumbledore likes to surround himself with sycophants

Voldemort is like Breaking Bad’s Saul Goodman or American performer Vermin Supreme. But if they went off the deep end and had a public perception like that of The Dark Knight’s Joker or Breaking Bad’s Heisenberg.

Voldemort’s true goal was quite different than what he wanted people to think

In actuality, Voldemort hated the muggle world less than the wizarding world

You can have thanatophobia and be suicidal at the same time

Voldemort thought Snape would be a competent headmaster and keep the Carrows in check. Snape failed because he thought Voldemort wanted a dystopian academy.

Tom Riddle is a hopeless romantic

The chamber of secrets thing in 1943 was Tom having a mental breakdown

Muggleborns exit Hogwarts with no opportunities to prosper on their own in the wizarding world

What happened with Amy Benson and Dennis Bishop was an accident

Tom Riddle genuinely wanted a teaching post as a job

Nagini wasn’t necessarily a horcrux

But is Tom Riddle genuinely, properly dead this time?

Others’ metas/headcanons

Dumbledore needed Snape to kill him before he died at Harry’s hand

Voldemort’s focus was purely on the wizarding world of Great Britain and he left everyone else alone

Lily Evans could have been a better friend to Snape

Dumbledore was jealous of Tom Riddle

Of Snape and his trauma & it ran much deeper than a grudge

Psychoanalysis of demon baby Voldemort

#egg’s compilations #harry potter meta

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piermanwalter · 3 years

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I had a dream that my boyfriend took me on vacation to an island on the Marseille coast as an inheritance scheme. His aunts were extremely rich and lived on their own private island, and although he wasn’t very close with them, he felt like if he made amends early, he had a real chance to inherit the island after they died, since they didn’t have kids of their own. I thought this was a scummy thing to do, but I went along anyway for the free vacation.

Although the island was pretty far from shore, they didn’t own a motorboat because they were good friends with the coast guard and could ask them for a lift whenever they needed. That was how we got to the island. As soon as my boyfriend and I stepped off the bus to Marseille, we were surrounded by coast guards and I thought we were getting arrested.

The island was about half a mile long, shaped like a teardrop with a beach circling the fattest end and the pointy end tapering into a cliff. The mansion was built near the pointy end on the tallest spot on the island, looming hundreds of feet over the beach, which had a little pier on it with a couple of row and sail boats. There was technically an herb garden, but the Mediterranean sun caused the plants to grow out of control into a dense wild wall of rosemary, orange trees, myrtle, nasturtiums, lavender, and lots of other smelly things that perfumed the air around the island.

It was awkward being there because I couldn’t speak French, and early on my boyfriend had to translate everything, but later we realised we could all sort of speak Spanish and things were a lot easier.

I found out the reason she was so reticent about leaving money and property to the rest of the family was because they collectively disowned her in the 70s after she refused to break up with her now wife, but she was starting to warm up to my boyfriend and I because we weren’t born then.

My boyfriend’s aunt belonged to a rich family, but after they cut her off, she got even richer off real estate on her own. She had red hair fading to grey and was pretty strong due to her insistence of doing all home repairs and boat maintenance on the island herself. Her wife was bedridden from an autoimmune disease that gave her severe arthritis. She mostly spent her time sorting the herbs my boyfriend’s aunt picked from the garden while watching Antonio Banderas movies, especially The Mambo Kings and Shrek. Every day her wife would wheel her down to the beach until the water came up to her ankles and they would watch the sunset together. Another thing she did was ask me to dress up in her old clothes and I would catwalk back and forth across the room while she commentated. My boyfriend’s aunt said she was jealous because her old clothes didn’t fit me and when she asked my boyfriend to model, he wouldn’t do it. Although her wife was in constant pain from arthritis, she never complained and would sometimes clap when I put together a particularly great outfit even though it hurt her hands. She said she felt great, but relied on painkillers to sleep.

The mansion had a generator, but electricity could only be used to power lights, the single wall phone, TV, fridge, some medical devices, and DVD player. The only way to charge our phones and laptops was to unplug the medical devices, which we agreed was morally unconscionable so we didn’t do it. Nothing important was out of reach of someone in a wheelchair. There was a bed in every room and peppers would be drying on top of the TV and bras would be hanging on the entrance doorway. It was obvious that the mansion was suited to the needs of two specific people, and we had to figure out how to live around this structure without disrupting it.

Only five or six rooms, all on the ground floor, were regularly used, and the rest were a maze of racks of beautiful vintage clothes and stacks of cabinets of the outrageously tacky and opulent knickknacks old ladies like. One time I was digging around in a pile of faded beaded clutch purses because the aunts asked me to get a pair of kitchen scissors left there by accident and I opened one of them. Inside were many long flat rectangular lace-covered objects covered with little mirrors. I first thought they were folding fans, but I squeezed one and a digital display appeared in the mirrors. They were thermometers. I found a ridiculously flashy black alligator belt with a gold buckle that had ambers and onyxes set in it, and my boyfriend’s aunt’s wife said I could keep it because it went so well with my bikini.

We spent most of the time taking the boats out, swimming on the beach, and helping around the house by doing dishes and laundry by hand and attempting to stop the herb garden from consuming the entire mansion. The food was always amazing because of the aforementioned herb garden and also because we could get mussels off the rocks whenever we felt like and if we ever got bored of that, my boyfriend’s aunt would put out a few lobster pots and octopus pots and mullet lines. Since we were always going in and out of the water, it was a hassle to change all the time, and I eventually got used to wearing a black and yellow bikini around the house, which was fine because everyone else was doing the same thing.

We were only supposed to stay for one week, but dangerously high waves and stormy weather stopped all civilian boat activity for longer than expected. This trip started out as an inheritance scheme, but my boyfriend and his aunts started genuinely liking each other.

Although the island was a fantastic place to live, some days thunderstorms confined us all inside and we were running out of food. We weren’t going to starve, but we were running out of regular processed things like wine, chocolate, and ham. More worryingly, my boyfriend’s aunt’s wife was running out of painkillers, but she said taking them during the day made her too tired to tell the difference between Seville and sweet oranges so she started cutting pills in half. She said she would be fine because she had plenty of immune and arthritis medicines.

One time when the weather was slightly better we went swimming far into the ocean and the coast guard came to check on us, yelled at my boyfriend for wearing a rival soccer team’s jersey, and then left to tell his aunts we were ok. I was upset because they just left us there. I could swim back fine on my own, but it’s the thought that counts.

Even the days spend inside weren’t too bad, since there were Antonio Banderas movies, with the added benefit of increasing our Spanish skills, and troves of vintage clothes and accessories to look through.

His aunts said if we got married, we could live in a different luxury house in Europe every year for the rest of our lives and I threw a sock at him and said I’d only marry him if we played a different Mario game every year for the rest of our lives. This is an inside joke because he is extremely into Super Mario 3D World speedrunning and keeps trying to drag me into it.

The weather got worse. Two weeks later, I was walking to the bathroom in the middle of the night when I heard my boyfriend’s aunt’s wife sputtering through the door. The painkillers must have worn off. I went inside to check on her and she grabbed my hand with crushing force, and when I asked if she was ok, she kept trying to apologise, and wouldn’t let go or calm down until she told me about something that happened 50 years ago.

When she and her wife were the same age as my boyfriend and I, they were walking in the water along a beach on the Marseille coast when she saw a black and yellow sea snake and screamed. After they ran out of the water, her then-girlfriend kept running until she reached a beach house, took an oar, ran back into the water, flung the sea snake out of the water with the oar, and beat it to death. Her girlfriend’s family saw it all and it was the breaking point that made them demand her to break up.

She said I frightened her, but she didn’t know that her wife would kill me because of it. She said if I came to kill her in return, she would forgive me. It was obvious she was panicking and delusional, but I went along with it and said I didn’t mind getting killed if it meant being reborn as a human, and I didn’t want to kill her because she was so nice to me. She still felt she had to atone, so she asked me to bite her like I must have wanted. I refused, but she started panicking again, so I bit the back of her hand, not hard enough to leave indentations, and then she calmed down.

After that, I left the room and woke everyone else up. I decided not to tell anyone about the snake story. After her wife got her to take another half pill, we all went to sleep. The next day, she didn’t seem to remember what happened.

Ten days later, she died when the sun went down as her wife wheeled her down into the water. Her family washed her body in the sea and wrapped her in sheets while I waited in the house. She called the coast guard and they said it would take them two days to prepare a boat big enough to safely transport all of us and a dead body off the island in bad weather. We coped by trying to do our daily routines as if she was still here, collecting plants from the garden for her to sort and not charging our phones because that would mean unplugging medical devices and changing out DVDs when the credits started. Antonio Banderas movies playing to a pile of herbs and flowers on a corpse.

My boyfriend’s aunt was mired in grief and started treating me worse and worse. It started with petty things like opening a box of chocolates and saying her wife would have loved the chocolates I had eaten, and talking about the time so many unexpected guests showed up at a house party that her wife got sick after cooking for all of them. This was understandable, but then she found the alligator belt in my clothes. She was initially furious because she thought I was stealing, but when I got up from the bed where I was crying, she whipped me in the face with it and said a snake would always show its true colors. She said she bashed my brains into the sand once before and her regret was not being able to save her wife from me a second time.

My boyfriend was able to shut the situation down and the dinner that night was nerve shredding. My boyfriend’s aunt only spoke French and glared at him whenever he tried to translate. Throughout the meal, she would say something and his face would flash a look of pure terror before he fake laughed to cover it up. He was sweating like mad.

After dinner, he told me his aunt said how nice it was for her wife to see her clothes on someone who looked like her when she was young, and the closest thing she had to that was him. Then she told him about the snake and said she would protect him no matter what. Then out of nowhere he confessed he was trans and I was like, “I’m so glad you trust me enough to say this, and this doesn’t change how I feel about you at all, but your aunt wants to kill me because she thinks I’m a sea snake who killed her wife. This is not important right now.” Then he said it is important because when he came out and started transitioning, the whole family supported him, and she resented him for being accepted while she got disowned. He might be in as much danger as I am.

We came up with a plot to recharge a phone on one of the medical device outlets, call the coast guard to say his aunt was unstable and we felt like we were in danger while leaving out everything about the sea snake, sneak out tomorrow when the coast guard were supposed to arrive, steal a sailboat, let all the other boats loose, and hang around off the island where we might drown before the coast guard rescues us, but we won’t get murdered.

My boyfriend’s aunt checked on him in the morning, so he stayed inside and called the coast guard while I changed into my bikini and went to the beach before making my way to the pier. I left all my clothes and phone and passport, to be less suspicious, but took the alligator belt because fuck her and also in memory of her wife. I waited for my boyfriend to finish calling and leave the house, but he didn’t.

I got worried and went back to the house, but halfway there, his aunt calmly walked out of the front door holding a kitchen knife in one hand and an oar in the other, and said if I ran for the boats, my boyfriend would die in my place to atone for leading me to the island so I could kill her wife, so I ran towards the other side of the island.

If I tried to fight I might kill her but then I’d be a murderer. If I tried to stall until the coast guard arrived I’d definitely get killed. If I tried to swim away, I might look dead from a distance and survive. I took a running jump off the cliff on the tapered end of the island into the ocean and died.

When the coast guard arrived, they found my boyfriend’s aunt on the beach, dead facedown in the shallows, and my boyfriend locked and barricaded on the second floor facing the cliff.

Later autopsy reports showed my boyfriend’s aunt and her wife both died of sea snake venom, likely from snakes who were forced towards the land from bad weather. My body was never recovered.

After an atrocious court case where half the family thought he killed everyone and the other half were elbowing their way in for a piece of the inheritance, it was eventually ruled that my boyfriend was innocent and got everything including the island, which was our initial goal but kind of a hollow victory considering his aunt died, and then he had to watch helplessly as his other aunt also died after forcing his girlfriend to commit suicide, who may or may not have been a vengeful reincarnated sea snake.

I’m not sure what prompted this dream, since this guy isn’t my boyfriend in real life, nor is he trans or has rich French aunts, as far as I know. Also there’s no sea snakes in the Mediterranean.

#weird dreams #personal #drugs #homophobia #transphobia #suicide #sea snake #I had this dream months ago it just took a long time to fully articulate #long post

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kneesheee · 4 years

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sun spilled secrets

Day One: Latern!Jason | Secret Relationship

They were tiring down from another mission from the gods. This time they had been forced to enter Pasiphae’s labyrinth to find Cupid’s arrows that Hermes had stolen away.

The two of them had always hated how monsters were reborn every thousand years or so. It would’ve made it easier if they stayed dead.

Which considering that Asterion was technically half human. They put the poor guy out of his misery and let his soul finally find peace in the Underworld. It went against everything they stood for as the Lantern of Life and the son of Healing, but life ended in death. The man bull didn’t deserve that kind of torture. It didn't take long for them to find the bow and arrows. Doves and swans had flocked to the items lying in a pasture of green grass. The little grove they were in was beautiful. Jason checked over the weapons to make sure that Hermes didn't have tricks set forth. He accidently nicked himself on one of the arrows, but being the child of healing, the small cut quickly healed.

Kyle stored the weapons away into his ring as he turned towards his mother's sacred animals. The birds flocked around, and when he turned to look back at his boyfriend, his breath caught in his throat. Swans and wolves and ravens flew around the other man. Kyle itched to grab his sketchbook. The sight was something to behold and never forgotten. He loved moments like this with Jason. Where the two of them could have just a moment to themselves and just be. Not the White Lantern. Not the Red Hood. Not the sons of Aphrodite and Apollo. Just Jason and Kyle.

The sight was beautiful. The little grove they were in was beautiful.

It was a nice place to have a picnic, but Kyle had plans for something else.

Jason was lying on his back with one hand stroking the fur of the wolf beside him. Kyle was so frustrated. Why couldn't they have more moments like this? And why was Jason so pretty?

“Has anything been going on recently at home? Lady Hera and Lady Aphrodite have been looking at me weird. And I’ve been hearing things about the Fates. Has--- Did my dad find someone to marry?”

Kyle felt his own heart break at the look of sorrow on Jason’s face. Despite what Apollo may think, Jason cherishes him completely. And the demigod had wanted nothing more than his father to fall in love and marry someone. He had always been sad about the heart break that Apollo has went through.

“No, he hasn’t, but I have.”

Jason turned to him in shock and probably just a little hurt. But he didn’t expect to see Kyle draped in his most formal chiton. A crown of myrtle leaves a top of his hair. His kaleidoscopic eyes were leaned towards the sapphire scale matching the ring on his finger. A small shy smile adorns his face.

“Wha- “

Kyle pulled a small box out from somewhere. He perched himself on one knee as he looked Jason in the eyes. The hair on their arms rose signaling that they had the attention of their family. Kyle would usually back at away a time like this. They had been keeping their relationship a secret for years now. Probably ever since Kyle managed to help resurrect Jason.

Which granted was extremely hard to hide away when his mother and brother were the goddess and god of love. And Jason’s father was the god of knowledge and truth and prophecy. It was nearly impossible to hide anything from them.

“Jason Peter, I think I have loved you long before I even knew you. The stories that our family wove about you filled with me joy. And maybe the hero community only saw you as a bad dream, but everyone on Olympus saw you as the sun itself. Even the power of Helios and Apollo seem lesser in exchange to how brightly they said you shined.”

There were tears in Jason’s eyes. He knows that his family had grieved for him. He knows that some of them still do. They would look at him and cry for the time they missed but they cried just for the joy of having him back. When he was kid running around in the boots, he hadn’t been close to his grandfather. Now, Zeus took him on as another advisor. As a way to connect more with the humans that they were slowly being forced to interact with.

He was pretty sure that his Aunt Artemis tracked him whenever he was on Earth. One cannot hide from the goddess of the hunt.

For two years, his father refused to even leave his side. Helios had taken over driving the sun chariot again and even then, the titan of the sun made sure to stay by his side also.

“The day of the resurrection had been one filled with confusion. Even after you attacked me and escaped, you never left my mind. And then I met you. And you were different than what the stories painted you, yet you were still the same. An asshole yes, but there was a beauty to you that drew me in. It didn’t take long for me to fall in love.”

Aphrodite was sitting on Apollo pinning him to the ground. Tears were streaming down her face. Oh, her darling boy was really doing this.

“Getting to know you as the gods then started sending us on quests together. I got to learn more about you. You were smart and sweet and funny. One would think it’s because Apollo is your father, but I could tell that it was all you. There was just something about you that drew my attention. A part of me tried to deny it, but suddenly my sketchbooks were filled with you. Suddenly, I wanted to be on earth flying across the globe with you and the other outlaws. I wanted to brave Apollo’s rage and be with you. And I know this was supposed to be a secret. We hadn’t been ready to let the others know and come outside of our little bubble of happiness but—”

Here Kyle took a deep breath as he opened the box in his hands. The ring was a mixture of imperial gold and celestial bronze. Sapphire stones littered the ring with swans engraved into the band. Kyle had worked tiredly with Hephaestus to get it right and pour some of the energy of his ring into the band.

No matter how far away Kyle was… he would always be by Jason’s side.

The ring was beautiful.

“You make my life shine brighter than the sun. And I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Jason Peter, son of the sharpshooter, son of light… will you bind yourself to me in heart and in soul?”

Jason stared at Kyle with naked shock on his face. He swallowed thickly even as tears welled up in his eyes. Kyle was worried that he had done or said something wrong. His worries were for naught when Jason sat up and reached for Kyle. Both their eyes shuttered closed once their lips connected.

Aphrodite was full on bawling on Olympus. Apollo had long stop struggling and just watched the scene take place. He may not have like the fact that her brat was proposing to his son (without his permission!), but he knew that the words that Kyle spoke was true. The boy truly loved his son. And Jason seemed to love him back.

There was no one better for his child (and didn't really help that Apollo also had a hand in raising Kyle).

Jason leaned back to look Kyle in his eyes. The bright teal eyes that Kyle could never color correctly stared him directly the face as if searching for something. A small smile danced across Jason's face as he reached for Kyle's lantern ring that was glowing an almost embarrassing shade of pink. But Kyle could feel what Jason was trying to tell him. He could feel the love that Jason had for amplified by his blood born powers and the ring mixed together.

"There is no other person that I could want to be with. I love you, Kyle. Yes, I'll marry you. I'll bind myself to you, son of sparrows, son of love."

The two leaned in to kiss once more not knowing that the entire pantheon exploded with happiness.

The wheels of fate was turning, but would it last?

#jaykyleweek2020 #Jason Todd #Kyle Rayner #demigod au

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wendihoe · 7 years

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Buzzfeed Unsolved Hogwarts AU

Shane comes from a pureblood family and Ryan is muggle born. Shane tries to nicely tell Ryan while on the train to go away because they aren’t meant to talk but Ryan doesn’t take the hint and sits right next to Shane and talks the entire train ride to Hogwarts and by the time they make it Shane can’t even remember what a pureblood even is.

Ryan isn’t sure what the sorting hat is but Shane just got sorted into Slytherin and he claps because everyone else is but also because Shane looks excited. Ryan gets sorted into Hufflepuff and he’s excited because what’s not to be excited about? After everyone is sorted food comes out and he starts to see older kids getting up and moving to different tables to eat with friends and Ryan decides to do the same thing. Ryan gets up and goes to sit with Shane. Shane is immediately startled to see his acquaintance? Friend? Hufflepuff? Sit down at the Slytherin table because no one but Slytherins sit at the Slytherin table. And suddenly dozens of eyes are on the yellow Hufflepuff boy and Shane tells him to beat it. All the other Slytherin’s chuckle at the hurt look that had just been slapped across the small boy as he gets up and dashes back to Hufflepuff table. It only takes Shane a minute to decide to be his own person and not his house and gets up to sit at Hufflepuff table. All the yellow students are startled at seeing a Slytherin but Shane can’t seem to care because Ryan is smiling and that counts for something, right?

Ryan wasn’t the most popular kid in school. That’s not to say people hated him but he just sorta existed in the middle somewhere drifting closer to the bottom of the barrel some days. So one day when a few Ravenclaws corner him and start shoving him around he’s not too surprised. What he is surprised is when one kid is ripped off him and suddenly all he seeing is a flurry of green and blue and then Shane. Just Shane, eyes wild and breathing heavy and looking at Ryan as if he’s going to disappear any minute. He walks up to Ryan’s and just grips his arm tightly while breathing. Ryan isn’t sure what it means but he feels the same way.

The first time Ryan saw a Hogwarts ghost he passed out.

Shane and Ryan don’t sudden. They really do try but about five minutes into each study session they both end up cracking a joke and the rest of the night is lost in laughs and wheezes until they lose all track of time and have to sneak past Finch to get to their dorms. Shane always makes sure Ryan gets back safely to his before going to his own.

Magic has made Shane lazy. He uses it for just about anything and cuts as many corners as he is. Ryan on the other hand like to do things with his hands.

Shane and Ryan like to sneak down to the kitchen. The house elves have grown accustom to the boys showing up past curfew, giggling and asking for a few sweets.

Shane got tall and he got lanky. At first Ryan hated the height difference but he quickly grew to adore the way Shane had to duck to get under things sometimes and the way his arms and legs just spread out in all directions and dangle at his sides. Ryan starts to find himself wondering what it would be like to be held in them.

One year Ryan stayed at Hogwarts for Christmas. No matter how much Shane tried to figure out why he wasn’t going home he refused to answer. It came one of their first real fights and they didn’t talk for days. Shane didn’t go home for Christmas that year either choosing instead to sit in the quiet Hufflepuff common room with a mug of butterbeer. He pretended he didn’t hear Ryan crying as he thanked him for staying.

Shane actively argues with Ryan that ghosts don’t exist in the Muggle world. Ryan tells him a theory he came up with that there are different types of ghost. Ghosts of muggles and ghosts of wizards. The reasons ghosts of wizards are able to exist as they do after death is because the magic from their core keeps them stable.

Ryan didn’t know it but barely anyone in the Slytherin house liked him. They called him awful things when he’d walk through the common room. “Traitor.” “Crossbreeder.” “Queer.” Shane didn’t care. It never bothered him. Until someone one night someone pushed their luck and called Ryan a mudblood. The next morning Ryan fussed over over Shane’s bloody knuckles and demanded to know what happened. Shane just tells him not to worry about it.

Ryan doesn’t like Quidditch but he can always be found in the stands for Slytherin games. More so than even Hufflepuff games.

Shane is Slytherins keeper.

The first time Shane actually realizes he loves Ryan he almost cries. He thinks about how much he’s tainted the Madej bloodline already with willingly interacting with a Hufflepuff. Thinks about how often his parents avoid talking with him about his best friend and how heartbroken they will be to learn that he won’t be carrying on the bloodline. Shane laid in his bed all night with the curtains drawn tight trying to figure out what to do.

Shane and Ryan have the same Patronus and the professor stops class after realizing it. No one else notices but the professor thought it was best to not cause the boys issues.

The first time Ryan realizes he loves Shane he sitting across from him in the Great Hall yelling at Peeves to leave him alone and if he doesn’t get away he’ll exorcise him.

The first time Ryan saw the Giant Squid he screamed and ran.

Ryan’s favorite subject is Care of Magical Creatures. He loves it when he’s able to touch them even if they all scare him at first. Ryan doesn’t know it but Shane can see Thestrals.

Ryan and Shane spent their summers mailing letters back and forth until Ryan started driving and would just drive to see Shane. Shane was absolutely terrified being in a car for the first time.

Shane’s favorite subject is Defense Against The Dark Arts. He wants to be able to protect the people he loves from everything.

Shane has had the second largest amount of detentions next to the Weasley twins. Almost all are which for being out of an assigned area on his way to or from a certain Hufflepuff.

Ryan only has two detentions. One for sneaking copious amounts of Puffskeins into his dorm and being late to class because he got scared by the Bloody Baron in his first year.

Shane and Ryan both got O, EE, and A’s on all O.W.Ls

The first time they kiss Shane pulls away laughing and at first Ryan is hurt and confused but the Shane says, “How could I ever be scared of this?” and yanks Ryan back in.

Once they start dating nothing changes. Not a single person notices because they act exactly the same way they always have and they both realize they’ve been dating for longer than they’ve known.

They both accidentally become model students for how just because you’re in separate houses you don’t have to hate each other. They actually get asked for interviews sometimes. Neither wants to do it.

The first person to catch them making out isn’t technically human. They spent half an hour begging Moaning Myrtle not make a huge deal about it and tell everyone she sees. Eventually, she agrees but every time she sees them she gives them a thumbs up.

Shane and Ryan didn’t go to the Yule Ball for longer than twenty minutes because Ryan kept laughing at Shane’s awful dress robes. They spend the dance outside dancing and arguing about things that didn’t matter with large grins spread across their faces.

When they graduate Shane forces his family to sit next to Ryan’s. Ryan’s parents look excited and confused by everything but lovely all the same. Shane’s family has a tolerant face pasted on but after seeing Shane smile down at Ryan when he excitedly talks about what to do after graduation they decide a reputation means nothing compared to their son’s happiness.

Shane and Ryan become Hogwarts professors for Care of Magical Creatures and Defense Against The Dark Arts and are voted favorite professors twice.

Shane proposes to Ryan on accident while watching tv a Muggle custom Shane quickly grew to love. Ryan mumbled out a yes while grading papers.

So basically I really love Hogwarts AUs and got carried away. If anyone wants to add more please do and if you write a fic based on this be sure to message me it!

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