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enkisstories · 2 years

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Chapter 6 of my Harry Potter/Detroit Become Human crossover is up here now:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/40944147/chapters/102608418

- The first years try wizarding cuisine - Daniel and Gavin have a discussion about house elves and Sherlock Holmes - And Connor with his fear of heights can’t wait for flying class tomorrow

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Meanwhile Daniel and Gavin had set up a couple of additional wards and Kara had contributed the wake-up alarm. Daniel had encouraged the teenager to cast it, under the assumption that sleeping in in case of a botched Galli Cantus spell wouldn’t endanger the children. Daniel had watched Kara casting, found no fault in incantation or spell and told the teenager so. But he still hadn’t the first idea about how to teach children…

“Alright, Phillips, the midgets have hit the hay and we’ve set up protective spells. Time for us to call it a day, too!”

“Yeah, it’s high time.”

Side by side the two wizards walked down the stairs and towards the far end of the basement floor. The door here didn’t seem to lead to a guest room. It was two-winged and much higher, as if to allow large crates to fit through. A hamper was standing in the corner and above the basket an ornate board inscribed with an equally ornate script hung on the wall.

Gavin took out a key ring that he tossed into midair. In quick succession the wizard pointed his wand at the door lock, called out “Prex Clavis!” and moved the tip of his wand towards the keys that were descending much slower now than they ordinarily would have done. The keys arranged themselves in a way that the correct one stood out. It gently glided down and Gavin only needed to grab it with his left hand.

“All of that to save you five seconds of fiddling?” Daniel commented. “A formula of Kamski’s, I’m positive!”

“Yeah. That man is a two-legged sloth, but also a genius. One of these days he’ll invent a spell that invents spells for him. Okay, let’s see where this gets us!”

“Well, it literally says “staff room” on this board here. That doesn’t leave much to imagination, no?”

“Wait, you can read that scrawl?”

“Sure can!” [...] “The tablet states that the library’s house elves lived in this room, before Carl Manfred bought Britechester Hall and set them all free!”

“And now he wants us to sleep in there? The nerve!“

“Well, all other rooms are taken already. It’s either the staff room or the floor - what is a traditional house elf option, too, just saying.”

Gavin took a step back. “Some of the armchairs upstairs looked comfy enough. We could enlarge them and be set.”

“In this case – key, please! I’m not going to sleep on the furniture like the house cat!”

Daniel had crossed his arms, so Gavin carefully placed the keys on the hamper. Doing so, he noticed a sheet of paper that someone had pinned to the lid. Most of the space was taken up by a neat newspaper font, albeit littered with handwritten comments along the lines of “Yay, it really worked!”.

“Hey, look, Phillips! It says here that visitors can leave clothes in the hamper, that may then find their way into house elf hands to set them free. Donating here is believed to bring good luck.” Gavin looked up. “I could toss in Connor’s jacket!”

“No, that would be theft. - But, hey, I didn’t know you were in favor of house elf rights?”

Gavin Reed had been ready to donate Connor’s jacket for real. If the almost-pureblood was adverse to the idea of freeing a house elf, he wouldn’t have suggested tossing in the garment even in joke, right?

Gavin grinned. “I enjoy watching the little buggers zip around! They’re adorable!”

“Elves are… adorable? Not the first thing that would come to a wizard’s mind when he thinks of house elves…”

“Maybe, but then again, most wizards haven’t seen my Tina! The moment I’m finished reading a magazine, she goes at it with her scissors and cuts out photos to fashion into body wrappings.”

“Let me get this straight, Reed: You own a house elf whom you let run around dressed in newspaper-clippings?”

“Magazine-clippings, Phillips! The colors make all the difference. What are yours wearing, ey? Oh, I forgot, you’re a Phillips - maybe you like to look at naked house elves…”

“What in hell gives you the impression, I might own a house-elf?”

Scratching the back of his head Gavin recounted Daniel’s post-Hogwarts biography: “Ah, right, four years undercover in the Muggle world… and Azkaban before that… but now that you’re back, you’ll want one! Mind you, they’re hard to come by nowadays. Not just because of the freeing campaign. With everything an elf might eavesdrop about their masters’ secrets, people think twice about selling one of theirs.”

“Reeeed…”

Gavin didn’t get the cue. Enthusiastically he continued: “Me, I got lucky! The Madams Kamski gifted me Tina upon graduation. She’s a couple of years younger than me, a daughter of Elijah’s Chloe, and originally was called Chloe, too. But the Kamskis name all their house elves Chloe, so I changed the name.”

“Oh, will you shut up already, asshole!”

Shouting now, Gavin went at Daniel: “No, I’m NOT going to shut up about my house elf OR my cats! They’re mine and they’re adorable and I fucking don’t care what the polite society talks about these days, cuzz this wizard thinks for himself! I’d part with my WAND before I’d let anything happen to Tina!”

“Really?”

Gavin gasped for air, then continued less violently:

“Of course! What’s so special about wands, ey? Every random mudblood can simply buy one, and even powerful ones. But owning your own house elf is undeniable proof that you’ve made it into a better class. I thought YOU would understand! You’re part elf and not exactly swimming in favors from the ministry either.”

“Okay, that’s enough. I won’t comment on anything you said. Just this much: Were we married, you’d sleep on the couch tonight.”

“You don’t like house elves, then?”

Wordlessly Daniel picked up the keys, unlocked the staff room door and marched in, but he left the door open, so sleeping on the couch probably wasn’t a hard-locked verdict.

“What a stone-hearted bastard”, Gavin muttered to himself while following Daniel the “house-elf hater”.

#harry potter #harry potter hogwarts mystery #dbh #detroit become human #non sims

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monsterblogging · 1 month

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"I know JK Rowing is a terrible person but her books are so good-"

You sure about that?

I mean, just for a start, have you taken a good look at her fantasy creatures lately? A whole bunch of them are straight-up based on malicious and dehumanizing stereotypes about actual people.

Remember the werewolves? And being a werewolf was made into a kind of metaphor for having AIDS?

And you know how AIDS was first associated with gay men? And how conservatives back in the day were claiming gay men were preying on children in order to convert them to gayness?

Remember how Fenrir Greyback preyed on children in particular? Yeah, she put that subtext in there. She was an adult in the 90's. She knew damn well what she was doing.

Remember the house elves? Remember how most of them loved to serve and needed to have a home and a master or else they just wouldn't know what to do with themselves?

Did you know that's literally what slavers in the American South said about the Black people they kept enslaved? Go look up the happy slave myth.

Do I even need to get into the goblins and the antisemitic tropes they're based on? No, folkloric goblins were not gold-hoarding bankers waiting for their chance to stab humanity in the back.

"But the characters are so good!"

Are you kidding me?

Most of her characters are pretty one-dimensional, including Harry. Her idea of making a morally complicated character is giving a tragic past to a bully. Numerous characters are little more than stereotypes. (Looking at Fleur right now.) Literally anybody, including you, can easily make dozens of characters just as good, if not better. (It doesn't exactly take a lot of character designing skill to go, "hey, actually, having a sad backstory doesn't make it okay to bully children" or "hey, maybe I should not base a character on the first stereotype that pops into my head.")

"But the rest of the worldbuilding!"

Sorry, but her worldbuilding is just as basic as her characters. Magical castles and secret passages are stock tropes. Magical people who keep their true nature secret from humanity is the premise of pretty much every White Wolf TTRPG. Most of her fantasy creatures are just common European fairy tale and folklore creatures with shitty stereotypes projected onto them.

I'm not saying "basic worldbuilding bad." I'm saying, you could do just as good, if not better, with minimal effort.

Also there's her magical bioessentialism, where only Harry's abusive blood relatives could provide him with supernatural protection from Voldemort. Rowling thus effectively declared that non-biological family isn't quite real family, and that abusive biofamily can give you some essential thing that a loving, supportive family that isn't related to you just can't.

The Hogwarts houses are one of the most insidious elements of her worldbuilding. The idea of being sorted gives you a little dopamine hit because wow now you have a li'l niche where you belong!

But the actual function of the houses and sorting system and the House Cup is teaching children to see each other as rivals, and ensure that the most toxic views of the upper class get passed on to every new batch of kids sorted into Slytherin.

Hogwarts effectively prepares children for a dystopia where magic serves to distract its citizens from how nightmarishly awful it is. Economic inequality is so bad that people like Arthur and Molly Weasley can barely afford to put their kids through school, casual sadism is just an accepted norm in everyday society, and non-humans are second class citizens. Rowling sorta acts like she thinks this is a bad thing with certain lines she gave to Dumbledore, but in the end, her special boy protagonist becomes an auror; IE, a defender of the status quo. So.

If you've never seen it, Lily Simpson's video goes into even more detail on how the worldbuilding of Harry Potter is actually incredibly fucked up, and how it betrays small-minded attitudes on Rowling's part. There's no separating the art from this artist, because Rowling's rotten values pour out of nearly every page.

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Yes, there are many things in Harry Potter that evoke feelings and inspire people, but there's absolutely nothing in it that this series has a monopoly on. You can find those same experiences in much, much better media.

#harry potter #jk rowling #Youtube

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duscarasheddinn · 1 year

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I know J.K. Rowling is a transphobic bitch, but something I thought of in regards to Harry Potter is that part-humans with ancestry from magical creatures exists.

Could there be a “part-human” who appears humanoid but has no human ancestors?

Apparently, the known part-human combinations include humans mixed with giant, goblin (yes, I know they’re anti-Semitic; would giving them all Voldemort noses make the issue more mild even if only slightly?), Veela, vampire, elf, and troll (yes, “part-trolls” exist as more than just an insult, though it calls into question why a human and a troll would fuck even if one didn’t consent).

Although the species I mentioned above have never been known to have kids with members of the other listed species, which 50/50 blend would be most likely?

#harry potter #part-human #humanoid hybrid #non-human #theoretical

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animentality · 9 months

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One of the biggest non irl related sins of Harry Potter was spending the Longest Book in the entire series showing how fucking angry and unbalanced Harry Potter, our titular character, is because of witnessing a boy die the year before.

And then having him date the girl who used to date the boy who died...and then spending the whole book mocking her for HER emotions.

Like what the fuck was that.

Oh I'm allowed to shriek at my friends for an entire book, to the point where there are literally pages and pages of caps lock, but the girl whose boyfriend DIED THREE MONTHS AGO...

Hahahaha she's a human hosepipe. Hahahah she's sad all the time. That's a good one. Wonder why she's so sad?

Girls cry, and it's funny, amirite?

Now let me go back to screeching at my friends.

Like it's even worse because he knew Cedric.

It would be terrible if he was dismissive about the death of a boy he didn't know, but he was friends with cedric at least a little.

Why the fuck would a boy who's supposed to be nice be such a fucking asshole to his girlfriend, who is grieving someone...that he literally watched die?

What a fucking joke.

Jk Rowling's rampant misogyny is ironic in the face of her current terfism.

She's so pro women that she views girls who cry as pathetic weaklings who should just get over it, but boys who scream are actually so strong and cool.

Fuck off.

#harry potter #cedric diggory #cho chang #hp #jk rowling #anti hp #anti jkr

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murdrdocs · 8 months

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sitp-recs · 5 months

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15 Christmassy fics to read (or reread) this month

This rec list is for @annakendricks who sent an ask about Christmas reads and also dedicated to @lettersbyelise for supporting this idea 💜 Despite the winter blues, December will always lighten up my mood with the holiday spirit. This month has been pretty hectic for me but I can’t wait to get some time off and indulge my fave Christmassy rereads. Come and join me if you like! Here you’ll find a little bit of everything: soft and contemplative, smutty, crack-y, movie AU, holiday romance and even Gen fic, which is not my usual fare but fit the theme perfectly. Pick your flavour and Happy Holidays!

🎄A Christmas Happenstance by Only_1_Truth (E, 5.5k)

The Hogwarts School for the Gifted and Supernatural had classes year-round, but the dormitories emptied out regularly on holidays as if the students were suddenly becoming allergic to the walls. Both humans and non-humans mingled freely in the surrounding town of Hogsmeade. Draco Malfoy, however, isn't feeling in the mood after a rather spectacular break-up.

🎄A Charitable Christmas by Alisanne (E, 5.6k)

Hermione’s plans to raise money for war orphans do not meet with Harry’s approval. Fortunately, Draco steps in to help him come up with a much more enjoyable strategy.

🎄A Hippogriff for Christmas by @xanthippe74 (G, 6.4k)

Draco is desperately trying to fulfill four-year-old Scorpius’ dearest wish for Christmas: a visit with a real Hippogriff. Harry is desperately trying to be left alone, safely tucked away from the attention of the wizarding world as Hogwarts’ Keeper of the Keys and Grounds.

🎄Surviving the Horde by FleetofShippyShips (T, 7k)

Draco has managed to avoid Christmas at the Burrow for ten years, but not this year.

🎄Tidings of Comfort by @blamebrampton (G, 10k)

When a man is tired of London, he is tired of life. Luckily for Draco Malfoy, London has places where the tired can rest and recover.

🎄Love, Actually, is All Around by @punk-rock-yuppie (T, 10k)

It's Christmastime, and Harry has just started as the new Minister of Magic. It just so happens that Draco works in his office as well, a holdover from Kingsley's tenure. Naturally, love is in the air.

🎄break the bad luck in my life by seaworn (E, 12k)

Draco and Harry are both brooding on Christmas Eve.

🎄All Roads Lead Home by @dracogotgame (G, 15k)

Draco is strong-armed into spending the first Christmas after the War with the Weasleys. And Harry Potter.

🎄Love All Lovely by @shealwaysreads (T, 19k)

Draco comes home for Christmas, and discovers that sharing is the best way of celebrating old traditions, and new ones too.

🎄Waking Up Slow by @sweet-s0rr0w and @ihopeyoubothstaysafefromharm (E, 22k)

'Twas the night before Christmas, although it’s July / Draco’s a shopkeeper, no-one knows why / There’s hiking and witch caves, freak snowfalls and more / Bad Christmas jumpers, nosy neighbours galore / Narcissa’s here too, but… something’s amiss / And what’s in those chocolates that’s making them kiss?

🎄I'll Floo Home for Christmas by jadepresley (T, 39k)

The Ministry Christmas party is the biggest event of the year and Harry absolutely does not want to plan it, and he certainly, one hundred percent, does not have a crush on Draco Malfoy.

🎄The Romantic Prawn Who Loved Christmas by @bixgirl1 (E, 39k)

When Draco, forced into sharing a room with Potter for the year, finds out that Potter has a sleepwalking problem, he expects the odd conversations and the weird games of chess. What comes as a complete shock are Potter's other activities...And why he seems so intent on having Draco join him.

🎄December Never Felt So Wrong by @maesterchill (E, 50k)

'Twas the month before Christmas and sixteen year old Draco Malfoy had never felt worse. His attempts to kill Dumbledore were failing and, as usual, Harry Fucking Potter was a constant thorn in his side. All that suddenly changed when Draco woke up 15 years in the future and discovered that not only was he allegedly shagging Harry Fucking Potter, he also had thinning hair and a five year old son, and no fucking clue how he got there.

🎄A Room Up There (And You In It) by @the-starryknight (T, 59k)

When Preservationist Draco Malfoy was assigned to work on Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place, he was excited to delve into the gorgeous Black family antiques. His excitement quickly ended when something in the House decided it did not like his presence one bit.

🎄All Must Draw Near by Saras_Girl (M, 61k)

Harry doesn't have time for rumours; he has a shop to run. Which is just as well, really.

#Sitp recs #Drarry reclist #Christmassy reads

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bowtiepastabitch · 6 months

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Let's talk costuming: Angelic Robes and The Unreliable Narrator

It's two am, I have to be up at six, but this has been fermenting in the back of my head for the past five hours I've spent doing homework and if I don't get it out I shan't sleep.

The costumes we see representing angelic character in Season Two are VASTLY different from those we see in Season One. (See my post on Aziraphale's Job Robe for an in-depth art history analysis of this individual costume piece.) In season one, the angelic flashback clothing we see is rather humble and uncomplicated. As all things in this show, this serves a very important narrative purpose.

Let's first compare these gorgeous gorgeous girls to their S1 counterparts, shall we?

Just look at the collar on that robe! In S1, we're introduced to Aziraphale in a very plain tunic-style robe with an unfinished neckline. Aside from a slight gold decoration and draping on the shoulders, this could easily be mistaken for rather primitive human garb. S2, by comparison, introduces angelic costume as non-ostentatious but still refined with a gold-trimmed gathered neckline and wide sleeves. The fabric itself, on a textile level, is much finer and softer. Overall, the robes give an air of innocence and angelic purity that is lacking from Aziraphale's S1 'fit. Let's look at another example:

Their Rome costumes are strewn with so many incredible details (check out this incredible post from 2019) but they still retain a bit of that historical ruggedness. Same for these:

The argument could be made for pure historical compliance, sure, but to claim a lack of anachronisms in this show would be a flat-out lie. No, S1 Crowley and Aziraphale are very distinctively human in their dress. The cloth has a wider weave, the ornamentation is minimal, all around it serves to highlight their fitting-in with humans and the humanization of their characters. They're 'going native,' as it were, no doubt about it.

So why, in S2, is Aziraphale suddenly showing up looking like he just popped out of a renaissance painter's wet dream?

Simple. Suddenly, Aziraphale isn't an angel among humans acting human, he's an angel being an angel doing angel things. We get to see the rest of the heaven gang in full angelic decadence as well, a bold departure from the starkness of 'modern' heaven. If this is, as many of you lovely folk have speculated, a series of flashbacks from Aziraphale's memory, the design choices designate very clearly Aziraphale's perception of himself as an angel. A perception which, mind you, would likely be influenced by later human ideas of angelic and heavenly aesthetics. As an unreliable narrator, Aziraphale is showing us not his actual wardrobe as an angelic being but his perception of his past self.

Crowley, too, is affected by this shift in dress. Bildad the Shuhite is everything S1 flashback Crowley is not: fashion-forward, smooth-talking, and impeccably well-dressed. We've got three different fabric textures (that's three times as many as any of his biblical S1 robing) and a definable silhouette. He's practically a fashionista.

If this were all taken as an objective narrative, the shift back to billowing-void peasant Crowley at Golgotha, where we next see her chronologically, would be strange to say the least.

So why is the costuming of the S2 pre-modern flashbacks so much more elaborate? There's three possibilities I can imagine for a change in costume design for any show:

Budget: this is highly unlikely an instant rule-out for me. I've seen what costumers can do on a shoestring budget, and besides the later period costumes make this demonstrably false.

Change in production design team: Technically possible, yes, but if there's one thing Good Omens does well between seasons it's continuity. I mean, they burned the fucking bookshop and then hand-painted tiles to recreate it exactly for the second season. This is not Harry Potter. This isn't it.

An intentional design: Everything, and I mean everything, in this show is intentional. While not everything the wardrobe team does is easily decodable (see Crowley's shapeshifting sunglasses) we've got a pretty comfortable bit of time to figure such things out. This is the only option that makes a lick of sense.

Wonderful, so we've established that this is a narrative choice.

So if it's a narrative choice, and it's distinct from the stylistic choices of Season One, then someone is lying to us. Or rather, we have an unreliable narrator somewhere along the way.

Most of the buzz on ye olde tumblr focuses on the idea of Aziraphale as narrator and memory-holder for S2, and that would certainly make sense from both a story and design. Of course he would see Angel Crowley as adorable and innocent and angelic (the hair is not helping his case either omg I love her), and of course he would see himself as grandly, exaggeratedly, almost dissonantly angelic at the major turning point in his faith.

If Crowley is narrating, then it calls into question why he would choose to remember himself this way. It holds a sort of nostalgic sadness, a memory of a joyful innocence permanently lost to God's cruelty. When we see Aziraphale in angelic splendor later, we're reminded again of what Crowley has lost. It echoes the aesthetic of his former angel self, the gathering and gold trim and bright white fabric, but also introduces a much more elaborate silhouette that reflects the shift toward heaven's new high-and-mighty attitude.

Finally, I'd like to point out that by contrast Season One focuses heavily on themes of humanity rather than ethereality. Narrated by God, no less, who probably has thoughts on their assimilation. While I think we can assume God to be a more reliable narrator than Crowley or Aziraphale, it's not out of the question that She would have her own story to spin about our Ineffable Idiots' shared history.

Ultimately, I think it's safe to say that whatever's going on in costume design is a Clue to the story we're being told in S2 and the one we will be told in S3.

#I would commit unspeakable crimes to work wardrobe for this show #just let me sew on some buttons and I'll be happy as a clam #good omens #good omens 2 #good omens season 2 #good omens meta #good omens analysis #good omens costumes #costume design #ineffable husbands #unreliable narrators #angel crowley #go2 #neil gaiman

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made-by-moon · 3 months

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What would the Marauders era characters do for living in a non magic au p.2.

Remus Lupin

I love the idea of Remus having some kind of disability connected with legs/moving, so we gonna stick with that. His job would involve books. No questions. He would work in a book shop and would volunteer in a library in his free time. The grannies/grandpas would ADORE him. He could also organise reading groups for children and would bring Sirius along to do silly voices and act out scenes.

Peter Pettigrew

He would own a bakery. Provide all other marauders with delicious yet nutritious pastries and ask Euphemia Potter and Hope Lupin for some recipes. He would have flour on his clothes 24/7 even on days when he wouldn’t work. Sweets on parties? Peter made them. Need food for an event? Call Peter. No one would be able to resist his baking.

#harry potter #the marauders #marauders #remus lupin #peter pettigrew #human au #non magic au #jobs #fanfic #wormtaiil #moony #library #bookstore #disabled remus lupin #bakery #wolfstar #modern au

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lord-of-the-prompts · 2 years

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A-Z ALTERNATE UNIVERSE IDEAS:

afterlife

alien invasion

all female

all human

alpha/beta/omega dynamics

always a different gender/sex

amnesia

ancient era

angels & demons

animal shelter

another world

antique shop

apocalypse

army

arranged marriage

artists

art school

asgard

assassins & hitmen

atlantis

babysitters

bakery

ballet

blind date

boarding school

bodyswap

bookstore

bounty hunters

boxers

boy band

british

celebrity

character/actor swap

christmas

circus

civil war

coffee shops/cafes

college

cowboys & aliens

covid 19 pandemic

creatures & monsters

crime

criminals

cults

dance battle

dark fantasy

detective partners

different first meeting

different powers

dragon age

dungeons & dragons

dystopian

elfland

enemies to friends to lovers

everyone lives/nobody dies

faerie

fairytale

fake dating

fake relationship

fandom fusion

fans & fandom

fantasy

farm/ranch

firefighters

fix-it

flower shop

foster family

futuristic society

gangster

gang world

genderbending

genderswap

genie/djinn

ghost hunters

gladiators

gods & goddesses

gothic

guardian angel

harry potter and 1400s witch trials

heaven & hell

hollywood

horse racing

highschool

historical

hogwarts

homless

hospital

hunger games arena

ice skating/ice dancers

immortal

journalism

kings & queens

k-pop

laboratory

lawers

lifeguards

law enforcement

mafia

magic

magical creatures

medical

medieval fantasy

merepeople

military

mob

model/photographer

modern setting

monster hunters

mortal

muggle

mutants

multiverse

murder mystery

mythology

navy

neighbours

never met

ninjas

noir

noir detective

non-famous

non-magical

non-mutant

no powers

not related

no time travel

office

olympus

online dating

ordinary people

orphanage

paramedics

perspective change

pirate

podcast hosts

pompeii

powerswap

post-apocalyptic

prison ecsape

prom

psycics

quest

quidditch

radioshow hosts

reincarnation

renaissance

restaurant

road trip

roaring twenties

robot uprising

rock star

roller derby

role swap/reversal

roommates

royalty

scientists

shakespeare

shapeshifter

siblings

shipwreck

single parent

snowed in

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whxre-bxby · 8 months

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Could you do a recoms x recom!reader where all the guys suddenly go into heat (?) at the same time and reader is like 'oh shit' and tries to run but they catch and Fuck her?

Kinda like cursed by blue but then with reversed roles lol

Yes my lady, here it is

F. Recom Y/N x Recom Lyle, Mansk, Prager, Lopez, Ja

"Get It Together"

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Summary: read the ask :)

Warnings: smut, tiny bit of angst and fluff, cursing, non-con, breeding kink, mating, heat cycle, unprotected sex, oral sex, penetration

Word Count: 4085

A/N: sorry that the uploads are slower, I'm busy and losing motivation just a little. I've also revived my Harry Potter obsession

Today felt weird. Weirder than usual. Waking up in an Avatar is already odd enough, but something seemed even more different today. The team seemed different.

Quaritch is desperate for you all to help him successfully find and kill Sully, so you’re back in the forest again. The Deja Blu squad seems to be spending more time outside than anywhere else. But you’re not complaining. To you, the world of Pandora is beautiful. You’re not as afraid of it as before. Probably because you’re no longer human. But that’s your secret. You’re scared to find out what would happen to you if anyone found out you like this planet and its nature.

The Colonel split the squad into two groups again. He led his team while Lyle led yours. Lyle was ranking second highest out of all of you, so he was put in charge. He’s leading the way through the large leaves and past the hundreds and thousands of trees. Behind him, Mansk is following. You’re after him. Trailing slightly behind you is Lopez along with Prager and Ja is watching the back.

You were pleased with this group because you all got along well. But today is different. No one is talking. You’ve tried to initiate a conversation multiple times but they either don’t listen or just nod and hum in response. Even Lyle has his mouth shut today. Not a soul seems to be in a good mood, so you decide not to push it. There’s no need to start an unnecessary fight.

“You always wear that?” someone says behind you, suddenly breaking the long-lasting silence.

You recognise Lopez’s voice and when you turn around you see that he is looking at your lower half.

“The shorts?” you ask while continuing to walk. He glances up for a split second before fixating his gaze on your shorts once more. His head nods.

“No. It’s just warmer today.” you answer him, not thinking anything of his question. Maybe he didn’t even know the RDA provided shorts.

‘Fuckin’ right it’s warmer.’ Lopez thinks, wiping his hand across his forehead. It was warm but the temperatures here never reached the high of making their Avatar’s sweat. He doesn’t know what’s going on with him and why his body temperature seems to be through the roof, but he notices he isn’t the only one. Lopez had vaguely scanned the others and everyone seemed to be struggling. Everyone except for you. And he doubted it was because you’re wearing shorts.

As you keep walking, you can feel Lopez’s stare on your body. It never leaves and when you look over your shoulder, he doesn’t seem to notice or bother to hide it.

“Can you not?” you ask, making him suddenly lock eyes with you again. He looks confused. “I can feel you looking.”

Lopez internally curses himself for being so obvious. He didn’t mean to, but his judgment is not trustworthy today. His ears occasionally ring and his mind seems to go blank. Especially when he looks at you.

Prager lightly punches his shoulder, seeming to tell him off through actions.

“What’s he doin’?” Lyle asks, calling out his words from the front. You open your mouth to reply but Lopez quickly intervenes.

“Nothin’.” he says, making Lyle turn around and cock an eyebrow.

His words make your ears tip back. He never acted like this.

“Walk in front of me then.” you say, stopping so that he can overtake you.

Lopez shakes his head, taking your arm and pulling you along.

“So that Prager can get a look? No way.” he scoffs and Prager glares at him.

“The fuck does that mean?” you ask, pulling your arm from his.

Mansk had turned around and saw how Lopez held you. It pissed him off too.

“Keep walkin’.” Lopez says, avoiding eye contact.

“What is up with you, today?” you ask with a small chuckle.

But not even Lopez knows how to answer that. His behaviour is confusing him too.

You shrug it off, continuing to follow Lyle and Mansk. Many minutes go by in silence and you think that things have returned to normal again.

They haven‘t.

In the next few seconds, you feel your tail brush against something. Assuming it‘s a plant, you don‘t bother checking. But then it happens again. And again.

Finally, you turn your head and see Lopez much closer than expected. It gives you a little fright.

“Shit-“ you gasp, inhaling deeply to calm down. “Lopez, what are you-“

“Look at her tail.” He exclaims, interrupting you and taking your tail into his hand. Ja walks up next to him, looking down at it.

One of his hands is holding its middle while his free one caresses the tip of your tail, examining the soft hair coming out. You’ve also noticed that yours was longer. And your stripes continued all the way down. Everyone else had their tail partly shaved.

“Check out the stripes.” Ja chuckles, watching the odd pattern of so-called stripes spiral up your tail until their eyes reach its base. The rest is covered in clothes.

“Yours are different from ours.” Lopez murmurs and you stop walking, trying to snatch your tail away but they won't let you. Both of them are still looking at where your tail ends and you don’t understand why they’re so fascinated by it.

“What’s it look like?” He asks, looking up at you with a shit-eating grin. Your eyes go wide at his bold question and you frown.

“Doesn’t concern you.” You snarl. What’s under your clothes is none of his business.

“Hey!” Lyle calls from the front. He and Mansk both turned around, watching the interaction before Lyle felt like he needed to step in. “Let ‘er be.”

Lopez meets his eye, staring him down for a few extra seconds before scoffing and letting go of you. Once free, you’re being touched again. Lyle is guiding you by your shoulders to the front, not wanting Lopez around you anymore.

You just go with it, assuming he has some kind of plan. At the end of the day, you trust Lyle with your life, so you don’t question his decisions.

While walking away, you feel Lopez’s and Ja’s fierce eyes on you. Behind them you can hear Prager panting and nothing seems to make sense anymore.

You keep walking and you hear Lyle faintly call them both insulting names under his breath before he stretches his arm around you. He starts by throwing it over your shoulder and your walking pace stutters. Mansk is keeping a close eye on what's happening, as is everyone behind you. He doesn’t want Lyle crossing the line either.

But your presence and the close physical contact have Lyle under a sort of spell. It makes him crave more from you and within minutes, his arm is around your waist and he’s holding you to his side. You’re body tenses and you stop walking. Everything is so confusing you can’t even think straight.

Lyle looks back at you and your concerned eyes before Mansk grabs his arm and removes it from your body.

“What are you doin’?” Lyle asks him, wanting to snake it around your waist again but you push it away.

“No, what are you doing? All of you!” You shout, looking around. You’re about to exclude Mansk from the lecture you plan on giving them but you notice his pupils dilate and target lock on you. It makes you forget what you were about to say. Luckily you recover quickly.

“I don’t know what the fuck is going on with you, but you need to sort it out right now so that we can focus on this mission!” You shout, folding your arms in front of your chest and glaring at all of them.

There’s a few seconds of silence. As if they need extra time to let your words sink in.

“All right.” Lyle growls. His voice is lower than ever. You want to nod and thank him for his agreement but the look in his eye tells you that you’re not both thinking of the same thing.

You thought that maybe they all got in a fight and didn‘t want to mention it around you. But the dark hunger in his expression suddenly makes you feel like you need to escape.

You don’t know why you feel the need to run when a part of you longs to be around them.

Lyle is walking back up to you and his arm stretches out to grab a hold of you once more but Mansk once again intervenes. It seems as though his last functioning cell of common sense told him to help you. But right after he pushes Lyle’s arm away, he’s just as lust-blinded as the rest of them are. You see it in him now too.

Which is why this time, you don’t hesitate to run. Your feet take off in the opposite direction and you’re sprinting through the forest.

You hear Lyle growl at Mansk before your ears pick up the sound of hammering footsteps behind you. They seem to be moving faster than yours which surprises you because a human’s survival instinct is the strongest.

However, you’re not human anymore and neither are they. It seems as though your new bodies have a stronger instinct than just survival.

Mating.

You’re fast, but unfortunately not fast enough. All weapons and tools have been dropped to chase you. They have to catch you by hand and force. The way nature tells them to. For once, they must give in to what their body craves and forget their human morals.

But their rut doesn’t just affect them. Being around them, hearing them, smelling them, seeing them, and feeling them kickstarts hormones in your own body. Ones you were suppressing until you started running. Running and chasing are apparently common during heat-cycles so the instinct that told you to run is also the one that betrayed your mind and gave all power to your body and its needs.

Lyle caught your arm, making you stumble and slow down. With his next step, he managed to wrap an arm around your middle and lift you off the ground but the sheer force of the turn had you both falling into the grass.

You shriek as he spins you both around once before you hit the ground first with him falling on top of you. Immediately, you struggle beneath his weight, trying to crawl out from underneath him but you can’t move him.

Suddenly, you felt like it wasn’t Lyle who was holding you down. You know it is, but he’s never growled and acted like this. It feels so foreign to you but then again, you feel your body doing things you would never do.

Almost instantly his large hands start tugging your clothes off of you but for whatever reason, you lean against his touch.

You’re still trying to hold on to your common sense, desperately attempting to not give in to his touch whereas Lyle is a lost cause.

Your last spark of hope forces you to kick Lyle’s middle but he is unfazed.

“Sorry- can’t help it.” he breathes out, pulling your shorts down your legs. Well, there you have it. You’re done for. Might as well enjoy it then.

The others have already caught up with both Lyle and you. Ja wanted to get closer but Lyle snarled at him, making him back off. You guess that since he has the highest rank in this team, he wants to go first.

Lyle’s body feels strange to him and foreign. It’s overheating as well and the only answer to help him feel normal again is in front of him. His large hand comes up to knead the flesh of your ass before he’s hastily opening his belt and clawing at his pants.

You know what to expect at this point. It’s inevitable really. There’s five of them and one of you. You can’t escape even if you manage to push Lyle off. And quite frankly, the longer you inhale his musky scent and feel him on you, the less you want to leave. It irritates you how easily your body is swayed by them but you can’t help it either.

Lyle grabs the side of your underwear, hooking his fingers underneath it and literally tearing the fabric off your body. If you were in your right mind right now, you would have felt exposed. But no, you don’t even feel the need to hide from their eyes. In fact, their presence seems to make you more aroused.

Suddenly ripping you from your thoughts is the feeling of Lyle pressing something right up against your entrance. Feeling its form, you straight away know what it is and without any hesitation, Lyle starts to push it inside you. He hisses as your walls clamp down on him, not seeming to be used to this intrusion. But it doesn’t stop him. The man is desperate for you and desperate for release.

Within seconds he has bottomed out, holding himself inside you for an extra few moments to contain himself. But it’s no use. The second he starts to move, completely loses himself and his motions become primal.

Lyle doesn’t start off slowly either. He’s already harshly fucking himself into you while his fingertips dig into the flesh of your hips. You spread your arms slightly past shoulder distance to steady yourself while your hips push back against him.

Everything suddenly feels sensitive and all his touches spark more excitement in you. Which is why Lyle knows he won’t last long. You feel too good and it’s been too long.

“Fuck- so good,” he groans, wrapping his hand around the base of your tail to pull you back against him. Small whines and whimpers leave your lips whenever it feels like he is pushing the air from your lungs.

“M’ gonna fill you up,” he grunts, speeding up his thrusts. You weren’t expecting any of this to last long, but you know that just because he’ll be done soon doesn’t mean you will. The other four men around you look even more interested in you than before. There is no way you’re leaving without having to go through each of them first.

“Gonna make this pussy mine.” he growls, not stopping his rough thrusts until his hips stutter and you feel him spurt his cum inside you. You still your small rocking movements, taking all of him into you. His large hands are holding onto your waist while Lyle gathers himself. His problem seems to be cured for now. But the others are still very bothered by it, so the second Lyle pulls out, Mansk takes his place. He pushes Lopez to the side because he can’t wait any longer.

Mansk falls to his knees behind you, immediately pushing your tail to the side to see your throbbing cunt. God, what a luring sight it is. Especially with Lyle’s cum slowly dribbling out. It just makes Mansk want to wash it out and replace it with his own.

To your surprise, Lopez settles himself in front of you. You can hear Ja complaining but Lopez doesn’t care. Sure, he would much rather be where Mansk is but right now he’ll take whatever he can get. His skin is glistening in sweat and he just needs to feel you on him in any way possible.

Mansk’s pants are gone faster than Lyle’s and he doesn’t even need to line himself up with your entrance to guide himself in. He’s so hard he just bucks his hips forward blindly while pressing his chest against your back. He feels his dick sink into you on his third attempt and it has him melting against you. Mansk is and has been desperate for this kind of relief for so long. The fact that it’s you he’s getting makes this so much better for him.

Lopez has managed to free his aching erection from its restraints as well and is now panting while watching you stare at him. He can feel your hot breath fan against his bare skin and it causes his eyes to flutter closed. He never thought he could get this close to you.

Mansk moves behind you, making your body jolt forward. Your cheek brushes against Lopez’s dick and you give up on staring. The sight has your mouth salivating. Not only are they all so big, but fuck he looks so needy.

You turn your head, opening your mouth and licking up his shaft. He groans and you notice the goosebumps erupt on his skin. Lopez is so hard it hurts so he attaches his hand to the back of your head, hoping to encourage you to finally help him out. You obey his silent pleas and open your mouth wider to welcome his tip. His breath gets caught in his throat and he doesn’t exhale until you’ve swallowed down almost all of him.

“Fuck, such a good girl,” he purrs his praise, gently rubbing your cheek before holding the base of your queue to help guide you along his dick.

Mansk’s thrusts are already getting sloppy so you arch your back to give yourself to him, making it easier for him to reenter you.

Then you focus on the heavily breathing man in front of you and decide to finally focus on him. You gulp around him, feeling his tip in the middle of your throat. Having something stuffed so far down your mouth is not a pleasant feeling, but seeing how it drives Lopez wild just gives you the equal pleasure he is receiving.

You don’t need to move your head, he’s already pulling his hips back and slowly pushing them forward again for you. All you have to do is not choke and not let him feel your teeth. This gets twice as difficult when you have fangs but so far you’re succeeding.

You flatten your tongue out and occasionally swirl it around him when he draws back.

Both of them have sped up their thrusts and you feel Lopez’s dick twitch inside your mouth which lets you know that he won’t last much longer.

Mansk is now hugging your waist and one of his hands digs into your thigh.

You start to feel your own orgasm slowly build up but with the way they’re feeling, you know you’ll still need more time until you start feeling euphoric.

“Shit, take it.” Mansk growls, biting your shoulder while he humps you from behind, shooting his load into you just like Lyle. But you honestly don’t care about that at the moment. You even doubt whether your Avatar is fertile.

Mansk is regaining his breath above you when Lopez hisses and throws his head back. His hips reflexively buck forwards and he covers your tongue in his cum, making it flow down your throat. You lick him clean after swallowing everything he gave you before gently pulling away.

He smiles down at you, lightly tapping your cheek in praise before getting up.

Mansk carefully pulls out, running his hand over your smooth back and humming appreciate before Prager is urging him to move. He listens. You display yourself for Prager byopening your legs and lifting your tail but he seems to have other ideas. The sight makes his stomach twist in excitement but he still turns you onto your back. You’re looking up at him and he flashes you a smirk before Ja interrupts your moment.

“Seriously, what about me?” he asks, not seeming happy with the sudden position change.

Prager’s ears flatten back against the sides of his head and he frowns at Ja.

“Work it out.” he growls. Then his hands find your knees and he opens your legs for him. He wants to properly see you, not just use you.

Ja huffs in annoyance before lifting your upper body and resting your back on his lap. Prager runs his fingers over your entrance, parting your lips before pushing some cum back inside you. His motions make you shiver and you roll your hips forward while Ja open his pants just enough to relieve himself.

Your body starts reacting to Prager's touch and you realise he’s helping you reach your high too. But since he’s having a hard time containing himself, he removes his fingers from inside of you and replaces them with his length. Suddenly, it feels so good. You’ve gotten used to the intrusion now and it’s becoming pleasurable.

You turn your head to the side, noticing Ja trying to win your attention over. His dick is next to your face and at this point, you’re too tired and too unbothered to question anything. You just do. They’ve already seen all of you, you have nothing to hide anymore.

You open your mouth for him just like you did for Lopez but right before you want to wrap your lips around him, a gasp leaves you. Prager has started moving inside you and the new angle and change of position have you enjoying all of it.

Quickly, you fill your mouth with Ja’s length to prevent moans from slipping out. Those are still something that makes you often feel embarrassed. You know it’s stupid because usually, you want to be able to hear how you’re pleasing someone. But then again, you happen to be in a forest full of creatures that may not welcome you. So you don’t want to be screaming and crying on his cock (you do, but you won’t).

Your head gets all fuzzy with how good Prager is treating your body. You feel so stimulated that whimpers and moans do leave your body. However, they’re muffled through Ja but the vibrations of it drive him wild.

He’s been touching himself while watching you with Mansk and Lopez, so he feels like he will spill any second now.

Prager is just diving into you at this point. His hand comes up to apply gentle pressure to your clit while his other lifts one of your legs onto his shoulders. Everything is good right now. You have no worries.

“You gonna cum?” he asks, knowing you can’t reply with words. You frantically shake your head, slowly arching your back off the ground in preparation for your orgasm.

He grins and his pace never falters.

Behind you, Ja is a groaning mess. He’s just watching you struggle to angle your head for him but he can’t help you with that. He’s so close, you just need to continue for a few more seconds. You do and in moments following you hollowing your cheeks for him, his tail trembles as he cums. Some of it spills out onto your lips but you don’t mind. You just need cum yourself.

Prager doesn’t stop, in fact he just slightly increases his touch on your clit and you cry out once before your legs tremble and your orgasm floods your senses. Feeling you clench down around him has Prager in pure bliss and he follows almost straight after you.

What an odd scene this is. You hadn’t expected your day to go like this.

Lyle comes to your aid while the two soldiers redress themselves.

“You alright?” he asks but he can’t hold back the cheeky grin on his face.

“Yeah-” you breathe out. “I’m just so done.”

He chuckles, handing you your shorts and helping you put them on.

“You fuckers, it’ll stain the cloth.” you mumble, knowing all the cum will just leak out of you for the rest of the day.

“Don’t worry, you can get a refill later.” Lopez smirks as Lyle helps you to your feet and you punch Lopez’s shoulder.

A loud sigh leaves your lips.

“I can’t even walk back now.” you whine in frustration.

“I’ll carry you then.” Lyle offers with a grin and Mansk smirks.

“No, I’m perfectly capable of taking care of myself.” you say, realising you’re contradicting yourself.

Mansk raises an eyebrow at you and you wipe your hand over your face.

“I just like to complain.” you mumble, starting to slowly walk ahead. Your first few steps are wobbly, but you manage because Mansk and Prager walk next to you, letting you use them for support. Lyle leads the way again.

He’s calling off the mission for the day. We just have to come up with some excuse as to what happened.

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Another fanfic promo. I put the Detroit: Become Human characters into the Harry Potter verse sometime ago in a comic on this blog. Atm I’m turning this into a narration at https://archiveofourown.org/works/40944147?view_full_work=true

Excerpt from chapter 3, where Alice Williams has just received her Hogwarts letter and meets Kara for the first time:

Later the same week Gavin Reed was strolling down a street in suburban London, wearing muggle clothes. The problem with this was that as an Obliviator the wizard was thoroughly oblivious to muggle fashion. Whenever Gavin caused so much as raised eyebrows, he’d just cast another memory-altering spell on top of those he was getting paid for. There had never been any real need for Gavin to blend in, and whenever there was no pressure whatsoever, then the otherwise keen investigator could turn into the dumbest man alive.

At the moment Gavin was wearing a red and gold bathrobe, a checkered coat and a Deerstalker hat. He seemed to be quite fond of his attire, as was evident in his proud grin. The other pedestrians were paying the weirdo a passing glance at best. He was obviously either tipsy or stoned, but not aggressive. Only when a fourteen year old girl walked right into the man’s path did people stop for a moment. But the drunkard and the teen greeted each other respectfully, like people who knew each other. When the man fell in line with the teenager, making no attempt at causing trouble, the passersby relaxed and went on their ways. Apparently this girl was a relative who’d accompany bathrobe dude home safely.

“Here, Miss Archer, look how clever this is!” Gavin beamed while walking next to the teenager, who was wearing a regular denim jacket, a matching skirt and sandals. Her light brown hair was bound in a short ponytail, a very common hairstyle. The only somewhat out of the ordinary detail about the girl was her top with the animated space print, but even that wasn’t a too farfetched gimmick in 2038. “The coat has only arm holes, no sleeves”, Gavin elaborated while demonstrating the design. “Isn’t that awesome?”

“I bet that allows you to reach for your wand quickly?”

“Righto! And there’s also a cape worked in that I can pull out when the weather calls for it. How neat is that?”

“Pretty normal, I’d say?” Kara ventured. “I mean, you’re a detective and obliviator, Mister Reed. This is exactly what I’d expect you to wear in your line of work. However… we were supposed to dress like Muggles for this assignment!”

“This IS a muggle outfit!” Gavin claimed.

“Uh…”

“C’mon, Miss Archer, you gotta give credit where it’s due. For muggles coming up with such a design is a real feat! They aren’t particularly… uh, you know. Not to say that they’re stupid. But their brains are thoroughly mundane. Dull.”

“These are NOT muggle clothes, Mister Reed!” the young witch protested, leaving her companion’s opinion on muggle brains uncommented for the moment.

“I took Muggle Studies at N.E.W.T. level, whereas you don’t even have an O.W.L, Ms. Archer. So who knows about their muggles best?” Gavin challenged.

“How about the witch BORN to and RAISED by muggles?”

The very idea seemed to amuse the Obliviator: “Muggles knowing better about muggles than wizards do? Nah! That’s like saying a mooncalf knows more about itself than a studied astronomer does. Or a tree instructing the wandmaker how to best carve it.”

By now the duo had reached a rundown house that was flanked by an even worse looking ruin and an empty, overgrown corner lot. The nameplate read “Williams”. Kara sprinted up the stairs and knocked before the pureblood wizard could get ideas.

From inside a male voice shouted: “Coming! But if you’re from the Yard, then I already told your Captain that…”

The door squeaked open. A not too clean middle aged man wearing a grimy sweater looked the visitors up and down. His arms were still somewhat muscular from a more active lifestyle, but his beer belly betrayed that this was in the past now.

“Ah, no, I see. Not Scotland Yard”, the muggle grunted. “You’re from that weird magic school. Didn’t know you were doing home visits…”

“No, they don’t normally, but yes, we are wizards”, Gavin confirmed. “How could you tell on first glance?”

“Your outfit, clown. No sane person dresses like this in 2038.”

Gavin waggled his fingers in front of Mr. Williams’ face.

“Sorry to burst your bubble, but this is EXACTLY how muggles dress! Muggle detectives, to be specific.”

To Gavin’s right a songbird started chirping. Or maybe it was Kara whistling to herself…

Mr. Williams’s eyes narrowed. “So you’re from Scotland Yard, after all? And they’ve got wizards now?” There was short pause, then the conclusion: “Damn.”

“Yes!” Gavin nodded. “No, I mean. Ah, I see we confuse your little muggle mind.”

At this point Kara stepped between the equally confused adults. “Maybe we should all sit down and start over? Is Alice home?”

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