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sitp-recs · 27 days

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Hullo! I was wondering if you have any good recs for extremely magically inclined Draco or Harry? Or both? Like they exude badass, and they are in awe of each other. Maybe with a hint of morally grayness? I've ran through quite a few tags of the like and have deeply enjoyed them and was wondering if you had a few goodies.

Hi anon! I definitely got a few recs for you, some with morally gray characters as a treat 🙌

Powerful Harry:

Under Pressure by VivacissimoVoce (M, 21k)

Harry Potter has quit magic and left the wizarding world. Draco, a top-notch Tracker, has been hired to find him and save his life.

And One To Play by @tackytigerfic (E, 21k)

Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter are the best team in the Auror Department, even when they're driving Gawain Robards up the wall. When Malfoy is injured on a mission, it causes Harry's magic to go haywire. Meanwhile, a mysterious criminal is draining people's magical cores and turning them into Squibs.

If an Injury Is to Be Inflicted by @shealwaysreads (E, 45k)

Harry Potter disappeared a year after the Battle of Hogwarts, and with him went all hope for true change in magical Britain. Three years later, Draco indulges himself and attends his first Dog Fight—the infamous underground fights with no rules, no referee, and no points system bar blood on the floor. The game was simple: you win, or you die.

REVOLVEVLOVER by @firethesound and @lol-zeitgeistic (E, 46k)

The work Harry does is justifiable. It’s justice. He works for his country, and his country is a republic—the magical side, anyway. It’s not laudable work, it’s not work he’s proud of, but it’s necessary work. Harry has always taken the necessary jobs that no one else has the stomach for. It’s just that he’s never deciphered a kill sheet and seen Draco Malfoy’s name on it.

I Am Not Who I Became by mab_di (E, 93k)

Draco left England after the trials and has travelled the world meeting wizards and Muggles from different cultures and with vastly different relationships to magic, each other, and the natural world. Now he's a fisherman in Finland on commercial vessels. Harry has been struggling since the war and has become a recluse while trying to write his autobiography.

A Sword Laid Aside by @korlaena (E, 128k)

When Draco’s cover is blown during a deep undercover operation and the Ministry is compromised, Ron takes Draco to the only safe place he can think of—Potter. Hiding out with a taciturn Harry Potter, who has been missing from the Wizarding World for almost two decades after a shocking fall from grace, is nothing like Draco thought it would be.

Powerful Draco:

check this hand 'cause I'm marvelous by @lqtraintracks (E, 8k)

Harry's had a crush on Malfoy for months now. But it will take a bar full of his friends, some Firewhisky, wagers made on his behalf, and Malfoy himself to get him to act on it.

you look so fine by michi_thekiller (E, 16k)

In which Draco is a Veela and Harry is his mate. Dark!Humor or Crack!Horror, you decide.

The Foxing Ring by @vukovich (E, 24k)

Harry's got no magic, one good ear, no great dating prospects, and a nice little wand workshop. Draco's got too much magic, a history of biting off ears, no great dating prospects, and a growing fondness for wandmakers. And a very fetching tail.

A Pocket Full of Stones by @amywaterwings (E, 68k)

A curse is spreading through the wizarding world, erasing memories of the war. Harry Potter is on the case! Where Draco is the DMLE’s most wanted dark wizard and Harry is the private investigator tasked with bringing him in. It goes as well as one might expect.

Threshold by @kbrick (E, 126k)

Unspeakable Draco Malfoy finally gets his chance to consult with the Auror Department when a series of mysterious doors covered in runic symbols appear all across the country, only to fade away minutes later. Draco’s eager to help solve the mystery of the doors until he’s partnered with Harry Potter, who still treats him like an enemy.

All Our Secrets Laid Bare by firethesound (E, 150k)

Over the six years Draco Malfoy has been an Auror, four of his partners have turned up dead. Harry Potter is assigned as his newest partner to investigate just what is going on.

#asks #anon #Drarry reclist #powerful Harry #powerful draco #morally grey characters

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drarrily-we-row-along · 1 year

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Microfic: Bones

100 words written for the @drarrymicrofic prompt 'Bones' by Imagine Dragons.

The piece of Voldemort’s soul had been a dampener.

No one had realized the sheer amount of power that resided in Harry’s body, ‘I can feel it in my bones,’ he'd confessed to Draco when he was wrapped around him in bed one night.

And power like that was meant to burn iniquity from the world.

Draco stood in awe, watching raw magic crackling around Harry as he gave an impassioned speech on the Ministry’s front steps. Watching as the aurors who’d come to kill him were disarmed with a flick of the wrist.

Harry was saving the world. Again.

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#Drarry #microfic #100 words #the ministry is evil #powerful harry #my brain is having a hard time creating atm so have this little snack.#drarry #love

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hp-shippy-prompts · 8 months

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Prompt:

Contrary to popular belief, most wizards from older lines had creature blood swimming through their veins. However, experiencing a creature inheritance is an incredibly rare occurrence. It can only occur while a witch or wizard is underage, while their magic is still in flux, and only if they survive something devastatingly traumatic that makes their body/magic tap into their creature side, waking it up. Those who experience a creatures inheritance are often painted with the same brush as obsurials - incredibly powerful, but slaves to their instincts.

Even from the earliest age, Harry Potter was considered an exceptionally powerful wizard. He did not go through an inheritance as an infant, suggesting that whatever happened, he was powerful enough that he didn’t need to tap into his creature magics. Nor did he go through an inheritance after the battle for the philosopher’s stone, or after fighting a basilisk, or hundreds of dementors, or after being used to raise Voldemort, or after his godfather was killed, or even in the weeks after facing a lake full of inferi and witnessing the death of his Headmaster.

However, not long before his 17th birthday, something changed. Despite all he had been through in the magical world, nobody thought... nobody listened...

For years, Harry had been trying to tell them that he didn’t want to go home.

#prompt #harry potter #the dursleys #child abuse #creature inheritance #powerful harry

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karmaspidr · 1 year

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Albus Potter: Who's stronger? Him or you?

Harry: If Voldemort came back and regained all of his power, he would give me some trouble.

Albus: Would you lose?

Harry: I would win.

#incorrect quotes #harry potter incorrect quotes #harry potter #albus potter #powerful harry #voldemort #lord voldemort #tom riddle #auror harry

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harmonyandco · 1 year

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Gods amongst mortals.

Arch-Magisters or as they are referred to Arch-Mages were always exceptionally rare. In ages past there might have been one in a 1000 magicals who could claim that sort of power. Gifted from birth by whatever creative force watched over human kind, that upon finding their soul mates they would come into their power properly. In those long forgotten ages they were often mistaken for divine entities. Gods if you will. A mistake made easier by the immortal or at least NEAR-immortal natures of many of them. Unfortunately, times takes a toll on all things. The cataclysmic civil war on Atlantis slew most of the Mediterranean Arch-Magisters and their lines. Atlantis survived, albeit hidden, but the nascent 'gods' were slain en-masse in battle. Countless wars, plague and an increasing bent towards inbreeding slowly sapped many ancient and powerful bloodlines of their power and numbers until it is literally unheard of for someone to reach Arch-Magister levels of magic in the modern age. Even the most powerful witches and wizards of the Modern age might only barely tickle the label 'mage'. However, fate, chance or perhaps divine right have changed that. Harry Potter's magical blood is literally seething with potential. His father was born to two powerful lines. The Potter's descended from the Peverells and their connection to death. And the Blacks, with ancient magics dating back to Ancient Egypt. Between the two James Potter was deeply magically strong, but that is nothing compared to his son. You see Lily Potter nee Evans was descended from a line which squibbed out during the Norman Invasion. Her distant ancestors were Norse, of bloodlines related to Arch-Magisters like Frigga and Odin. Harry's own potential may have laid dormant, powerful, but full potential unrealized, had he not met his soul mate. Hermione Granger. Her mother's blood is from a squib line that had in ages past intermarried heavily with Veela. And while Hermione herself has no Veela potential or allure she did inherit their deeply magical nature and propensity for fire. It's her father's line that is rather more interesting though, pushing her potential to a level equivalent to Harry's own. You see the Dagworth Grangers squibbed out a few generations back, this is true. However in the deep, long forgotten annals of their family history they descended from a Pictish Witch by the name of Morgana. Morgana, also known as Morgan Le Fay in modern times was half-sister to King Arthur Pendragon, who's own children all died too young to carry the bloodline. As such, in the twisted and confusing way that these things often go Hermione is in fact the current heiress to the line of Pendragon. This too might have lain dormant or been lost entirely had she not found her soul mate. The Power He Knows Not. Is not love. Though both Harry and Hermione have that in abundance. It isn't even the power of the Deathly Hallows. It is their shared potential to be the first full-blooded Arch-Magisters in over one thousand years. With power beyond modern comprehension. Had they lived in ancient times Harry might have been mistaken for a war-god with a propensity for lightning, and Hermione for a Goddess of Fire and Knowledge. Together they have the ability to defeat the Dark Twisted Mage Voldemort and reforge the world into something new and beautiful. If they can overcome a few troublesome stumbling blocks along the way. Such as an interfering busybody who thinks he knows what the prophecy means, and some idiots who think messing around with a prophesied soul bond is a good idea. Of course, who says their troubles will end with the Blood Wars of the British Isles? Who knows what fate will bring?

#submission #harmony prompt #harmony #defiantdreamlandstudent #harry x hermione #soul bond #powerful harry #powerful hermione #op harry #op hermione #au

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citrus-owl · 2 years

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So what if the Cup took into account the accomplishments of the Champions it was choosing, their magical talent, their resourcefulness, and their achievements ect...

And what if part of the spell when reveling who the cup had choosen was listing out those accomplishments so that the spectators could see that their choosen Champions were truly worthy of the task

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enchantingharmonyperfection · 1 year

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Harry on stage

#powerful harry #harry styles #music #art #fanart #my edit #celebrities #love on tour #i love him #one direction #treat people with kindness

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maeglinyedi · 2 years

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Chapter 3 of The Beginning of All Wisdom is up!

Harry/Draco

During his two weeks of freedom in Diagon Alley before his third year, Harry Potter discovers the ultimate cheat code to magical learning. What follows is an uncontrolled binge of gaining as much knowledge as he can.

But becoming a genius overnight has far more consequences than Harry could ever imagine.

Part 16 of my Subverting Tropes series

#harry potter #harry potter fanfiction #draco/harry #draco lucius malfoy #draco malfoy #harry potter series #harry/draco #harry james potter #powerful harry #smart harry potter #fanfic trope #subverting tropes #tropes #my fics #my post #my stuff #fanfiction #fanfic

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raulfictitious · 1 month

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Worthy of Magic - Part 1 - The Void - Prologue

"Hold out your hands."

Harry James Potter; a boy abandoned by his parents. Left at the doorsteps of relatives who hated him; held his tears in, contained the bubble of terror and hate threatening to burst out of his chest, and held out his hands, palms up.

He felt the pain even before the steel cut through the air and smacked into his tiny palms. His arms buckled under the force of his uncle's swing and he could not stop the cry of pain escaping his lips.

"Keep them up boy!"

The steel swung down again.

Harry Potter cried out again and the louder he cried, the happier his Uncle got.

Today it was the scale. He had outscored Dudley in Mathematics and the punishment was whack the hands so he could not hold a pencil.

It was rather insignificant compared to what he had to endure when he had jumped six feet in the air after being surprised when his cousin- Dudley and his gang had jumped out from behind bushes to chase him for fun.

The belt buckle had left deep marks. Going by the amount of pain and heat radiating from his back; he was sure flesh was torn. His body shook trying to expel the pain through sobs but he had decided some time in during the past beatings that he would stop giving the Dursley's the pleasure of seeing him cry.

Harry Potter buried his head as far as could into the bundled up sheet and did his best to keep the sobs in. The sheet helped muffle the few cries that did escape from his heart through his mouth. His eyes were shut tight. He tried not to let the tears leak. Tears meant marks on his face. Marks on his face meant she; his Aunt, would slap him around for giving her a reason to use the sink.

The fear of what was to come helped him overcome the pain. He embraced that heat. Let it wash all over him. He let himself sink into it and almost imagined being sucked into a void. There was no suffering in a void. The void was calm. The void was his friend. He could stay in the void and function like a zombie. Retreating into the void kept him sane.

He had found the void to be a place of safety and had been inspired to find it when he used to peek through his cupboard to try and watch television. He wasn't able to see much but he could hear enough. His favorite was the man with the soothing and haunting voice talking about the desert; the emptiness, the harsh and unforgiving nature. Allowing only the Strong to survive. Those words always rang in his mind when he was being beaten. It was also how he had found the void. It was a place of safety and one where he could survive.

She came the next morning to take him to the bathroom. He was allowed two visits per day. He had missed the last because he had pushed the pig into the mud. It had been when he came out of the void. Outside the void, there was either suffering or anger. He had been angry then. He liked being angry. Being angry made the pain hurt less. He didn't understand it. But he liked it.

She wrinkled her nose at the smell coming from the cupboard under the stairs. It was disgusting but he had learnt to live with it. It was one of his earliest memories. It was when he got used to the smell outside he realized the cupboard was disgusting.

"Vernon certainly went overboard yesterday," she said grimacing in disgust as she peeled his torn shirt off his tiny frame. She always kept her distance from him. Like he was a disease.

"Do your thing freak," she snapped. "Heal those wounds quickly. I don't want Dudley to be late to school because of you!"

The boy scowled. He let his mind return from the void and he felt the rush of rage. He wanted to hurt this woman. He wanted to kill her. He wanted to make her feel the pain he was feeling a hundred times over. Instead, he clenched his teeth and pulled at the void. The void did strange things. He could never use it at will. However, being in the presence of the woman made it almost easy. It was why he never lunged for the razor lying innocently on the porcelain sink and sliced at her neck repeatedly until his hands were red.

He felt his body knitting the injuries until it looked like there was no wound there in the first place.

The woman shuddered and gave the boy a loathsome stare. The boy returned it in full force and his emerald eyes promised retribution with a darkness that just didn't belong on a nine year old.

The thin woman flinched and looked away. "Your clothes are on the floor near the door. Get ready and come down for breakfast. The bus leaves in half an hour." She said that quickly and left.

Harry showered robotically, brushed his teeth with the same brush that he had been given three years ago, toweled himself dry with a thin blanket tossed at his face two years ago and slowly clothed himself with the school colors his Aunt had bought from the thrift store with great reluctance. The pig's hand me downs had turned out to be too large for his much smaller size.

He retreated to the void. He had a vague sense of awareness in the void. There were no senses in the void. He was a part of an emptiness that stretched on forever; just like the desert and there was a metaphorical window through which he could sense what his body was doing.

He only looked through the window when there was a need. Like now. When a teacher was asking him a question.

The boy left the void and blinked.

"Are you listening to me, Harry?" the teacher said in an annoyed tone.

Harry nodded. It was the correct thing to do, he knew.

"Then let me ask you again. Can you tell me what 2 times 15 is?"

"Thirty," Harry said automatically. His voice was soft. Too soft and was almost a hiss.

The teacher smiled. Looking very pleased. "You see Dudley!" she exclaimed. "Your cousin knows the answer. You two ought to spend more time together."

Dudley glared at Harry and slid his fat stubby thumb across his neck and then smirked.

The man had warned him. The woman had warned him. Never make Dudley look stupid. Their actual words were never to copy off Dudley and pretend to be smarter.

No matter the warnings, Harry liked ignoring them. He knew they would hurt him. He knew there would be pain. He hated the pain. But the pain gave him anger. He liked anger. It made being with the void easier. He almost smiled in anticipation. He never thought his thought process was warped.

He couldn't stop the cries that came from his mouth when the belt slashed into his back. It hurt. It always hurt. No matter how many times the belt descended. It always hurt like it did the first time.

"I warned you!" the man roared. Dudley had complained and run out to play. His parents made sure he never saw what they did to Harry. They would only say they'd take care of it. Little did they know Dudley used to peek through the window and do the same to kids smaller than him and make sure no one saw him and his gang.

"Don't shout darling," the woman hissed. Her cruel eyes glittering. "The neighbors might hear."

"But you never learn do you?" the man growled.

Harry waited but the belt never came down. He chanced a look and saw a thick hand, the size of his face, come rushing towards him. The blow sent him tumbling to the side and he crashed into the side table sending all the ornaments crashing to the floor.

The woman gasped as her precious vase was shattered.

Harry was dazed. His head had hit the table hard and the air was knocked out of his lungs. It had been long since the hand came down on him. The last time it did, not even the void had been able to help him. It was the only time he was taken to the hospital and since then only the belt was used.

"Now look at what you did, freak."

The red monster descended on Harry and Harry tried to scramble away. He felt fear. Terrible fear. The hand wrapped around his neck and hoisted him into the air. The fingers squeezed and air stopped entering his lungs. Harry's legs flailed desperately. He tried to suck in the air but nothing went in. His lungs were burning, eyes bulging.

I'm going to die.

It was a terrifying realization.

Harry didn't want to die. He wanted to be with the void. He wanted to feel anger to summon the void. But he only felt terror. Black spots were beginning to take away his sight. The agony spread over his entire body. He needed to breathe. He wanted to live. He couldn't die by the hands of his enemy.

"Please! Help me!" he screamed to the void.

For the first time since he found the void. It suddenly opened in a way he never thought possible. It began to expand rapidly and Harry's eyes widened along with Vernon's when his fingers began to loosen their grip on his neck. Against his will, they were being pushed away and bit by bit, the grip loosened until Harry was free and he fell to the ground.

He watched with wide eyes as his Uncle was frozen in place and his arm began to twist. His body throbbed. Not with pain but with the overwhelming force of the void unfurling and expanding inside his body. He could feel the void's touch on the man and a delightful laugh bubbled from his mouth when he saw the terror in the man's beady brown eyes. It was the first time he had ever laughed.

The void had finally opened. It was no longer hidden in his mind as a place of refuge. It no longer felt like he needed anger to pull it out to do the strange things it was capable of. Now it felt weird. It was like a force was trying to bloat up his body. It was confined and it wanted to be let out. It was caged and it didn't like being caged. The little bit of the void that had latched onto the monster was now forcing those fat fingers around the man's neck, just like they were around Harry's less than a minute back.

He heard a shrill scream and saw the woman lifting the idol of Christ off the kitchen counter to hurl it at his head.

Harry knew what to do. He pushed at the void and gasped when it leapt out of his body and slammed into the woman.

Harry giggled when he saw the horror in her eyes and laughed when her head hit the column of concrete behind. He watched with wide amazed eyes as she slid to the floor unconscious, leaving a trail of blood on the white paint.

"Petunia!" roared the man in terror and fury.

Harry slowly got to his feet. His body felt weak. The void felt like a storm. It wanted to be unleashed at something. Harry frowned. What should he do? Should he just kill the man? Should he hurt the man? He wanted the man to feel pain. That was true enough, but how? Use the belt? How best to use the void?

"B-boy!" gasped Vernon. He was experiencing the lack of oxygen now. His face was purpling. Harry wondered if he had looked like that as well.

The seconds ticked and Harry couldn't think. This was the first time he was in control. The void felt invincible and he didn't know what to do.

"F-f-freak." Vernon's eyes were bulging and his fingers dug into his own neck with the same viciousness that he had caught Harry and he still had enough hate to spit out an insult.

Harry's eyes narrowed. He raised his hands and felt the void rush out of his palm to become an extension of his self. He wrapped the void around the monster and lifted his hand and swiped down hard.

Vernon hit the ceiling and was sent crashing into the floor at ungodly speeds.

Harry felt like he was holding a rag and treated it as such. "Never." he sent the monster crashing into the telly. "Call." Vernon was smashed into the expensive bar crafted in Italy. "Me a. FREAK!" He was pounded into the floor over and over again. "Do you understand!" Harry screamed. The rage, the anger, the desire for revenge and finally merged with the void. Vernon was lifted and slammed into the marble tiles once, twice, thrice… it kept going on. Harry let out an unintelligible scream and continued the brutal treatment.

The marble had long cracked and shattered. Vernon was a bleeding mess. His face was unrecognizable. Body limp. It had no life.

When Harry finally stopped, he was panting. He felt light headed. He had lost himself in his rage. The silence in the house was only disturbed by his heavy breathing.

The void felt satisfied. It was slowly retreating into his mind and with its slow retreat Harry felt something he had never felt before.

Satisfaction. Freedom.

Petunia stirred.

The rage returned.

The small boy turned towards the woman who had caused him pain too and narrowed his eyes. He felt like he could call the void whenever he wanted. That made her useless.

He bent down and picked up a sharp piece of the broken Vase. She was the only one he had ever fantasized about killing.

She groaned and opened her eyes and Harry reveled in the terror they held when she saw him standing over her with piece of her precious Vase. She tried to move and run but something weighed her down and held her in place.

Harry molded the void and kept her still. He smiled and gently sat on her stomach.

He brought the sharp piece of porcelain to the side of her neck and pushed.

Petunia couldn't move; she couldn't scream. She could only feel the touch of the cold Vase as it dug into her neck just below her ear and made her bleed.

It was harder than Harry thought. Her neck was thin but it was difficult to slice it with porcelain. He was nearing her jugular when it broke. He frowned. His Aunt was dying. Blood was pouring from her neck, she was coughing blood, his hands were red. "One minute," Harry muttered and looked around for another sharp instrument.

He used the void to call a butchers' knife into his hand. He carefully dug it into her neck where he had left off and pulled sideways. He wanted her neck sliced from ear to ear. Suddenly blood began to spurt like a fountain and it hit him in the eye. He winced and stopped his careful slicing to protect his face and wipe his eye. The blood continued to spurt and Harry scowled and moved a bit to the side to avoid getting his face sprayed.

After that it was easy. He reached the other ear and then carefully got up and stepped aside.

He released the void's hold on her and watched in fascination as her limbs began to flail and hands grasped at her throat. Her eyes turned to him and they were desperate. She tried to talk but she only coughed blood. She went still a few seconds later.

That was the scene the Police burst into. The man in the lead took in the sight of the living room in a single glance. An obese man, lying face down on the floor. Blood splatters over the ceiling and walls. Broken furniture and glass everywhere. A thin woman, clutching her neck, had a knife sticking out of the side. And a boy standing next to her, looking at him, with a deranged smile.

A scrawny boy, barely four and a half feet in height. Hair messy and black as midnight. Skin pale and pasty. Eyes a dark shade of green, and blood; blood all over his face and hands.

What freaked the Cop more than anything else was that smile. That smile and those crazed eyes.

The boy raised his hand and the Cops, who were stunned by the scene before them, tensed. One drew his weapon.

But the boy merely waved. "Hi," he said. "My Aunt and Uncle are dead, if you came looking for them. It felt re~ally good killing them."

It was the longest sentence Harry had ever spoken.

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painted-lemon · 7 months

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um can we make this a real thing??????

please tag any other fandom that could use this meme format

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kizzer55555 · 25 days

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DP x DC: The Most Dangerous Card Game

Ok so Danny has essentially claimed earth as his. And he is fully aware that there are constant threats to the planet. Now he can’t stop a threat that originates on earth (that’s something he’ll leave to the Justice league) but he can do something about outside threats. Doing some research on ancient spells, rituals, and artifacts, he cast a world wide barrier on the planet to protect it from hostile threats so they cannot enter. This will prevent another Pariah Dark incident. However, barriers like this come at a price. You see, there are two ways to make a barrier. Either make one powered up by your own energy and power (which would be constantly draining) or set up a barrier with rules. The way magic works is that nothing can be absolutely indestructible. It must have a weakness. The most powerful barriers weren’t the ones reinforced with layer after layer of protective charms and buffed up with power. Those could eventually be destroyed either by being overpowered, wearing them down, or by cutting off the original power source. No, the most powerful barriers were the ones with a deliberate weakness. A barrier indestructible except for one spot. A cage that can only be opened from the outside. Or that can only be passed with a key or by solving a riddle. So Danny chooses this type of barrier and does the necessary ritual and pours in enough power to make it. And he adds his condition for anyone to enter.

Now the Justice league? Find out about the barrier when Trigon attempts to attack, they were preparing after he threatened what he would do once he got to earth. How he would destroy them. The Justice league tried to take the fight to him first but were utterly destroyed, so they retreated home to tend to their injuries, and fortify earth for one. Last. Stand. Only when Trigon makes his big entrance…he’s stopped.

The Justice league watch in awe as this thin see-through barrier with beautiful green swirls and speckled white lights like stars apears blocking Trigon and his army’s advance. The barrier looks so thin and fragile yet no matter how hard the warlord hits, none of his attacks can get through and neither can he damage said barrier. That’s when Constantine and Zatanna recognizes what this barrier is. Something only a powerful entity could create. For a moment, the league is filled with hope that Trigon can’t get through yet Constantine also explains that it’s not impenetrable. And clearly Trigon knows this too for he calls out a challenge.

And that’s when, in a flash of light, a tiny glowing teenager appears. He looked absolutly minuscule compared to Trigon and yet practically glowed with power (this isn’t a King Danny AU though).

And that is when the conditions for passing the barrier are revealed. And the Justice realize that the only thing stopping Trigon and his army from decimating earth. The only way he can get through….is by beating this glowing teenager in a card game.

Not just any card game though. The most convoluted game Sam, Danny, and Tucker invented themselves. It’s like the infinite realms version of magic the gathering, combined with Pokémon, and chess. And Danny is the master. So sit down Trigon and let’s play.

(The most intense card game of the Justice league’s life).

After Danny wins, this happens a few more times with outer word beings and possibly even demons attempting to invade earth, yet none have been able to beat the mysterious teenager in a card game. Constantine might even take a crack at it and try to figure out how to play. He’s really bad though. Every time this happens, the Justice league worry that this might be the time the teenager looses. Yet every time, he wins (even if only barely).

Meanwhile, Danny, Sam, and Tucker have gotten addicted to the game and play it almost daily. Some teachers might seem them playing the game are are like ‘awww how cute’ not realizing this game is literally saving the world. Jazz is just happy they aren’t spending as much time on their screens playing Doomed.

#DPxDC #dcxdp #Danny makes a card game to save the world.#Technically he worded the ritual so that they had to ‘beat’ him as those are the most powerful barriers and most reliable.#keys can just get lost or stolen (like the one to Pariah’s Coffin)#A riddle would be useless once someone figured out the answer. Like how no one takes the sphynx seriously anymore.#(Sorry Tuck. But it’s true).#And there is NO WAY Danny is just leaving a hole open for anyone to pass through. No thank you!#So…beating him. But it’s not like Danny wanted to fight so…he edited the ritual a TINY bit. Card games are good. Much less painful too.#Danny Tucker and Sam made the most complicated card game they could imagine.#It’s based on their strategies for fighting ghosts. Capturing them in thermoses. And MUCH based on a on field battle strategy.#It often requires spontaneous thinking on the spot. So Danny? In his ELEMNT. It doubles as practice for his actual ghost battles too.#They had SO much fun making this.#Sam added an entire series of plant cards that act as traps and healing ointments and duds that just take up the field.#Tucker added legitimate hyroglyphics combined with Latin as well as English and ghost speak.#Yes. You actually have to speak that language to play. With proper pronunciation. (Amity Parker’s think the three are talking gibberish.)#I headcanon Sam and Tucker are fluent in Ghost.#Constantine WILL figure this game out SO HELP HIM!#Some of the cards also have combinations related to constellations either in name or placement on the board.#By the way the board is based on a Hexagonal summoning circle with Rhunes along the edges #And the placement of the cards on the board and on what rhune MATTERS.#Also the cards move disintegrate and have certain abilities. Think of Harry Potter Wizard Chess.#But they are normal when Danny plays at school. This is just for ✨effect✨ Against invaders.#Danny faces multiple opponents. He also halts alien invasions.#While Danny COULD stop crime on earth he’s not sure how to fight a normal human and hold back so he sticks to ghosts.#The Justice league are going crazy trying to figure out who this entity is and after deep research are convinced this is some sort of #Ancient being who has protected earth for millenia. They have paintings on ruins and everything.#Danny is not aware they think this.#Raven starts praying to Danny as if he is a god and wrangles the other Teen Titans into doing so as well. Danny is still unaware of this.#Danny is not a King or an ancient. Just a very VERY strong ghost.

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