From the Depths | ממעמקים
Part 1: Abyssal Plain
Chapter 1: After the End
@fuure and I are so happy to announce our new multi-part Pacific Rim fic series, From The Depths, on AO3!
This is a passion project of ours and we're so excited to bring it to you! 💙
Authors: @fuure & @piedelune
Fandom: Pacific Rim
Relationships: Hermann Gottlieb x Newton Geiszler
Rating: Mature
Chapter Summary: Two genius scientists, Newton and Hermann, had put aside a fierce rivalry to save the world from the Kaiju. Together they had Drifted — melding their minds — and discovered their hidden feelings for each other in the process. A drunken kiss doesn't prove to be the answer to their confusion though, and neither man emerged from the Drift as unscathed as they would appear.
Excerpt:
Newt picked up the napkin, holding it between himself and Hermann, and looked between his friend and the design — a chaotic, explosive arrangement of orbiting lines and dots — in consideration. “Y’know… I think this’d actually make a really sick tat for you, dude!”
Hermann responded with a double take. “That’s ridiculous,” he protested at once, swaying into the word and snatching the napkin back. “Even if I wanted to, it’s certainly not as if I have the body for it…”
“What?” cried the biologist, louder than intended. “Sorry,” he added quickly when Hermann winced, “but you gotta be - hic - y’gotta be grillin’ my cheese with that shit. Like, would you tell someone they don’t have the right body for ink?”
Hermann hunched his shoulders.
“O-of course not,” he huffed. “I just mean… I’m not… terribly confident in my appearance… I suppose…”
“Hey. Self-confidence? That’s a good reason to get inked,” Newt declared. “Take it from me… it can really make a difference.”
The quiet admission made Hermann lift his head, his gaze sweeping the smaller man up and down in consideration.
“Oh… then, thank you for the advice."
Finding his smile close at hand, Hermann bumped up against Newton’s shoulder, as he’d done when they were celebrating after destroying the Breach. Affection swelled in Newton’s chest, and just like back then, he threw his arm around his friend’s shoulders, squeezing his companion with a fond little shake.
“Any time,” he grinned.
Drunk on love and liquor, they turned towards each other, and their hazy eyes commingled. The erhu sang nearby, bar patrons laughed and chattered around them, glasses clinked together a few tables down — “Yam bui!” — but all seemed to fade away, leaving the two of them the only people in the world in a perfect moment.
Could he really…?
It was Hermann’s big, pretty brown eyes (like honey, in this light) and tender, amorous expression that finally imbued Newt with enough courage to push forward. Would there ever be a better opportunity?
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Sirius Black x Crookshanks!Reader
Sirius Black x Reader!Animagus!Crookshanks
(For these purposes, Crookshanks is female.)
Warnings: None, I think? Mostly crack - which was not intended, lol.
Reader is a year or two younger than the Marauders and Snape. She and Sirius always got along well and even liked each other but both thought it was one sided, so they did nothing about it.
Reblogs are fine.
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In the shrieking shack, pure chaos had erupted.
"Crookshanks stop! No, you mustn't kill it. Crookshanks give it here! No!"
Hermione screamed as you (Crookshanks) darted under the broken furniture, refusing to give up the rat you had just caught in your mouth.
"Get it, Crookshanks, you brilliant cat. Kill it!" Roared Sirius.
"She's gonna bloody kill my rat! I always knew it'd be your cat!" Ron yelled at Hermione.
You hissed (as well as you could) when you were backed into a corner.
"I'm going to kill your bloody cat, 'Mione!" Ron screamed.
Your death was indeed looking imminent. The Weasley boy was incredibly distraught at the possible loss of his pet. Finally the moment had come, and you morphed out of your animagus form. Hermione shrieked as her pet turned into a human.
Sirius did a double take. It had been years. You seemed a bit grimmer and a bit ashen. But you still had your signature feistiness. There was fire in your eyes and unruliness in your hair. Just the way it'd always been.
"Y/n," he gasped.
You were still holding the rat (who was Pettigrew) in your mouth.
"Um, love, you might want to drop that, it's probably not sanitary." Sirius advised.
"Ober my ged vody," you answered through stuffed teeth.
Sirius was practically laughing to the point of tears, the sight before him was just so refreshing and so typical of you.
The children, who had sufficiently recovered, were already firing spells at you which you deftly dodged until you managed to get your wand out.
"Protego!" You shouted, a large shield appearing in front of you and Sirius, just as Remus Lupin darted in yelling "Stupify!"
Thankfully your shield absorbed it.
"Y/n!" He exclaimed.
"Thiriously, if eberybone woold jutht cawlm doawn fuur a momnt id be fine." Your speech once again muffled by a rat barring your mouth.
Remus calmed, and the children seeing this, followed suit.
"Exactly what is going on?" Harry asked, perplexed.
You went to speak again but were once again cut off by Severus barging in. "Expelliarmus!"
"Everyone shut up!" You bellowed, finally spitting the rat out of your mouth, as your shield once again absorbed the spell.
"Y/n?" Severus muttered in shock. "I thought you were dead."
"'Course not," you spat, disgustedly, holding the rat in a choke hold between your fingers.
"But how - " he began,
"Shut UP I said!" You yelled.
An unearthly silence filled the air.
"Alright. First things first. Sirius isn't guilty, Peter Pettigrew is - Yes he's alive! Pay attention to my tenses, Severus. Yes I'm sure, Remus. No I haven't gone to the wrong side, either of you. I've been hiding, trying to crack this mystery for years. Ronald Weasley, don't you dare interrupt me. Your pet rat is neither a pet nor a rat, he's an animagus who happened to kill your best friend's parents. Instead of your best friend's dogfather - fogdather - GODFATHER! here, as everyone thought. So put a lid on it." You finished, breathlessly.
Ron's mouth shut. Severus lowered his wand. And Remus looked lost in fond memories.
"Oh," Harry breathed, once his brain had caught up with all the information.
"That makes much more sense, my old friend," remarked Remus who embraced Padfoot.
"Still," Severus began to hedge, hoping his old enemy was still guilty.
"Shut up, Severus," you yelled for the third time this evening.
"Alright everybody, wands at the ready," you warned, pointing your own at the rat.
Everyone dutifully complied. "Demorphmagus!"
Then the bloated rat did indeed take its even uglier form of Pettigrew. Harry had executed Incarcerous just as Peter made a futile attempt to escape.
"Well done, Harry. Severus, do you happen to have any Veritaserum with you?"
"For another purpose..." He lamented. And handed over the tiny vial.
Wormtail began struggling. "Peter, if you don't cooperate, I'll use the killing curse right here and now," you promised.
"But little, sweet, kind, y/n wouldn't do that to her old friend, Peter," he tried dredging up old memories.
"Is that a challenge?" you threatened.
The man gave into blubbering and shivers, as you put one single drop into his mouth.
"That's sufficient, right Sev'?" You looked up at the Potion's Master. He gave a curt nod but you swore you saw his eyes soften at the use of his old nickname. He hadn't been all bad to you at school even taking it upon himself to help you with potions back then. You exclusively had called him Sev'.
Turning back to Pettigrew, the interrogation began.
"Peter Pettigrew, were you an ally of Lord Voldemort?"
"Yes, I was, and a very good one at that - " the man began rambling
"Were you Lily and James' Potter's secret keeper?"
"Yes, indeed I was! You see - "
"Did you turn Lily and James Potter over to Voldemort?"
"Well, yes, you see - "
"You did this knowing full well that they would be killed?"
"Yes."
You screamed in rage, bringing an infuriated fist down upon his nose.
There was a loud crack and the man howled in pain, but you were distraught and unknowingly crying.
"Y/n, now y/n, everything's alright now," Sirius put a comforting arm around you, as you sobbed into his shoulder.
Peter attempted to get free again, but Hermione was having none of it and shot him with a stunning spell.
"Remus, what's wrong?" You asked as he looked in alarm through the window.
"I've forgotten..." he trailed off.
"The moon!" You gasped.
"Quickly, y/n! You must take my memories to prove Sirius' innocence. I must leave - children get back!" He ordered with fear. Severus rapidly handed over an empty vial, with a distinct sourness. Then herded the children into the corner where he shielded them.
When you'd acquired the silver thread, Remus started running, making it almost to the end of the tunnel before his transformation began.
"I'll go after him, y/n, take the children back to the castle," begged Sirius.
"People think I'm dead! And you're too weak, it has to be Severus to take them back. I'll go after Lupin." You objected.
"I believe it will take all of us," Snape strained out. "Lupin has already left, Pettigrew is our immediate threat, and no one knows that either of you two are alive!"
There was silence. "You make fair points, my friend," you muttered.
Severus relaxed slightly.
"Alright, Sev, why don't you take the lead levitating Pettigrew in the front. You being near the front will dampen the shock of Pettigrew and me being alive, as well as Sirius being innocent. The children next - Harry, Hermione, support Ron between yourselves - "
"- And you will come next, while Black brings up the rear to protect us should his wolfish friend return." Snape carped tersely.
More silence...
"Fine." You spat apathetically.
"I'm sure you had other purposes in mind, putting me at the back - incidentally the most vulnerable position of our group - nevertheless I concur for entirely different reasons. I won't allow y/n to take the dangerous position of rear guard." Sirius said with grim amusement.
"Believe me, y/n's safety was among my highest priorities." Snape answered with scorn.
This was the best course of action, so that: Pettigrew wouldn't be able to escape, especially under Snape's pure hatred; Snape could plead everyone's case and apparent aliveness; and you would be an easy warm up shock for everyone before they saw Sirius.
"On second thought. Sirius, you should be a dog, so the Dementors don't try to suck your soul out."
Snape looked disappointed but Sirius assented.
"Alright. Have we got everyone? Wormtail up front." But the villain in question began to rouse again. "Hey Ron, give him a stunner for us since you lost your pet tonight."
"Gladly," said the Weasley boy, knocking his 'pet' out again.
"The traitor is in the front, I am coming next, Potter and Granger are to support Weasley behind me, and you are to come as second to last, with the animagus version of Black behind you." Severus summed up your thoughts.
"Thank you"
Sirius reluctantly morphed and nudged your leg to tell you he was ready. Then the procession started.
"Hermione, I do sincerely apologize for this. I needed to get here in order to unravel the loose threads pertaining to the mystery of the Potter's death and you were my best bet. Ronald -"
"I understand," young mister Weasley shook his head. "I've no desire to keep a murderer as a pet."
Hermione seconded that she understood. As you neared the Hogwarts doors, Sirius growled.
"Behind you," Hermione screeched.
You were just in time to deter werewolf Lupin with a stinging jinx, as Sirius charged forward hackles raised.
The werewolf swiftly decided it'd had enough for the evening and ran whimpering off into the forest.
"Thank goodness,"
"A little help ahead?" called Snape, nearing the Dementors. Harry had started to sweat.
"Expecto Patronum!" Your patronus - a swan - took full form and charged ahead driving away the dementors long enough for everyone to slip inside.
Thankfully the corridors were empty and soon everyone was tripping into Dumbledore's Study.
"Good evening, Severus, with the suspiciously well preserved remains of the formerly incinerated Peter Pettigrew.’
"And hello Harry, Mr. Weasley, Miss Granger. And welcome apparently alive y/n with a dog. I believe I'm about to hear a most unique tale." Mused the headmaster, rounding his desk with alacrity to inspect the stunned Pettigrew.
He adjusted his spectacles, "Hmm, very interesting. If I'm not mistaken he's very much alive and not at all incinerated. What is equally curious is that y/n is alive and well. Welcome back, friend and former student. Most of us thought you were dead, but I was less certain."
You felt a bit flustered before the ever-calm Headmaster.
"Yes, Professor, sir, I went into hiding shortly after the Potters..."
He held up a hand, "I understand completely. Now what is the mystery before us?"
You took a deep breath, "Pettigrew is guilty, not Sirius Black."
You told the whole story beginning to end, as the headmaster gave very little response other than kind attentiveness.
"Well, I have no reason to doubt you, especially if Severus concurs."
Snape muttered something like begrudged agreement.
"I also have Lupin's memories of this afternoon and evening's events." You held up the vial.
"Excellent. Well done everyone. Now, I believe this dog here is in fact Sirius Black, am I correct?"
"Quite correct, sir." You answered.
"Very well, I believe it would be safest if y/n and Black retreated to a safer location while I sort this mess out. Mr. Black I'm very glad to see you escaped and well. I think you should keep to this form while actually at Hogwarts so the dementors don't sense anything. But if you and y/n hole up at the Shrieking Shack you will be safe to resume your human form."
You nodded.
"I shall put in a good word for all of you, including Remus, to the Ministry. 100 points to Gryffindor and off to bed with you younger three," the children beamed and left murmuring thank yous. Harry paused at Sirius, and hugged him. The dog nuzzled back, and watched the retreating figure of his dogson.
Y/n and Sirius left for the Shrieking Shack after Dumbledore promised to send food and blankets.
Severus stayed behind to assist Dumbledore.
“You know, Severus,” mused the headmaster, “I always thought something was amiss with the story of the Potters’ deaths, but could never put my finger on it. Then I always had a feeling that y/n was not dead but was still alive and well somewhere. I could just never conclude as to how or where. I should have known the two scenarios were interconnected.’
“Lemon drop?” He offered, but Severus was already drowning himself in firewhisky.
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