#wizard101 fanfic

[oldestenemy]

“Graduation.” The wizard repeats the word blankly, staring at Headmaster Ambrose like he’s grown a second head. Honestly it would be less surprising if he had grown a second head.

“Yes, the faculty is all in agreement, you have more than surpassed the requi—”

“—Our graduation.” The wizard cuts over him, and now the effect is reversed, Merle Ambrose looks confused.

“I must ask that you hurry along to the cabinet of wonders,” He starts, as though they have not spoken at all. “Mr. Lincoln is waiting to prepare you for—”

“—No.” They cross their arms. They plant their feet. They stare their headmaster down with eyes that saw the fall of Azteca, the deaths of Malistaire and Morganthe. Warm brown flashing gold in a marriage of Myth and Astral magics. “It’s our graduation, right? Mine and all the other older students—all the others who have been here longer than I have.”

“Ah, I am afraid you misunderstand, their studies are—”

“—Are what, incomplete? What part of the requirements for graduation does not attending multiple years worth of classes fall under? Or is it that you only hand out diplomas to loyal war dogs?” The words tumble out before the wizard can stop them. And honestly? They cannot bring themself to regret it.

Silence.

Heavy and tense.

“I understand your nerves have been running high due to the ongoing disappearance of Mr. Grimwater,” Merle Ambrose sounds no different than he had before they spoke. He does not flinch. They wonder somewhere if he has trained the reactions out of himself. If he is concerned about pushing a student to anger, especially one like the wizard. Afraid of making another monster. He’s never reacted to their outbursts. Not the catatonia after Dragonspyre. Not the screaming after Azteca. Not the carefully constructed barbs they had flung at him after their final day on Khrysalis. “I shall consult with the rest of the faculty on the status of your classmates, and see what can be done.”

“I can do it.” They offer, perhaps too quickly. It’s habit. It’s safety. Send me on a quest. Get me out of this room. What can I do. How can I help. “I’m sorry.” The words are bitter and dark on their tongue. They don’t let it show.

“Very well. Consult with the other professors, and have them gather before Bartleby—I will meet them there.”

“Yes, sir.”

And they do.

One by one they make the rounds.

Dworgyn first as he’s furthest away.

Then working from Moolinda to the Elementals and eventually to Cyrus.

Everyone thus far has been in agreement.

Though they can still hear the curl of I would not expect you to advocate for Mr. Stormgate.

The wizard shakes their head, half a smile forming in spite of the barely contained fount of irritation still bubbling under the surface. The idea of graduating alone, of being even further removed from their peers-who-really-weren’t. No. No they wouldn’t go through with that.

When finally they make it back to Ambrose’s office, he is already gone.

But the office itself is packed.

“Wizard!” Penny, beaming and bright. “Have you heard the news? It seems it only just got passed around—”

“—Graduation.” They reply, happy for the fact that they do not have to be the one to break this. That nobody will have to know it was not supposed to be this way. “Through the wardrobe—cabinet—whatever.” They point to the Cabinet of Wonders in the corner, and watch as the Ravenwood upperclassmen—the Dragonspyre Academy Restoration Team—file their way through the doors.

“When you weren’t here, I was worried you’d been called away to some new problem.” Malorn says, watching with them as the others file through. “I wouldn’t put it past Headmaster Ambrose to think saving the world is more important than a silly little ceremony.”

“If that were the case, I might actually agree with him on something.”

“It’s weird,” It’s quiet, those words. “I’ve been teaching other students for—oh gods, how long has it even been now—years? I don’t know what my responsibilities are going to look like after—or—”

“—Malorn.” The wizard’s expression softens, “Breathe. I imagine you can discuss all that with Ambrose afterwards—or hey, don’t discuss it, go back to the Dragonspyre Academy and start planning a curriculum there.” It’s mostly a joke, maybe only half a joke with some of the talk the others have kept up lately. “If you really want to keep teaching.”

“Oh—Spiral no—I don’t think I could go straight into teaching anyone anything beyond—well—I dunno, Wraith I suppose now. I like teaching the younger kids, I like how excited they are to learn.” He pauses, looking back at the cabinet. “It’s not just that though, I don’t ever remember seeing a graduation happen here. I’ve lived in Wizard City my whole life—most of us have aside from Penny and Nolan—it’s just—weird.”

“First time for everything.” Is time the same in the Spiral? Has their body or their counterpart or whatever it is they can slip back into on the empty leeched out Earth graduated? Are they in college? Do they have a job?

Those thoughts make the wizard’s head ache, trying to think about Earth nowadays usually does.

“Yeah. Yeah…” Malorn says finally, giving them one last smile before stepping through.

And the wizard is alone in the Headmaster’s office.

Heart pounding for no good reason.

Who are you who are you who are you who are you.

It doesn’t matter.

Time is moving.

So are they.

~*~

The grounds of Ravenwood are bursting with guests and decoration. A small stage has been set up just before Bartleby, and one by one, by school, the students are called up.

Among the crowd of students there are hushed whispers.

Is that the Emperor of Mooshu?

What is the Headmistress from Pigswick doing here?

What’s with the bird?

The wizard genuinely tunes out a little, watches with ears ringing as their classmates walk across that little stage. Watches the Death students cross together, the void where Duncan should be heavy in the air. Like a poison. Like a fog.

They shake their head, look back into the crowd, faces from everywhere and nowhere. Zenzen catches their eye and if each of them looks away in the same moment? It is only because if they spend too long thinking about the other, the wall constructed against the grief of Azteca will crumble for them both.

They scan further, envoys from Celestia, Avalon, Zafaria—

—somewhere there is a little spark of hurt and worry for the absence of their comrades in arms on Khrysalis. But there is still so much to be done there in the name of keeping peace. Better Dyvim and Zaltanna stay where they are.

There is a set of eyes that amuses them in the fraught emotions of the rest.

Cuffed to not one but two—very disgruntled looking officers is Professor James Meowiarty.

Oh they would’ve loved to have been present for the conversation that happened at Scotland Yard to allow that.

Very suddenly they are the only one left.

It startles them, movements almost a stumble as they mount the steps up to the little stage.

Ambrose is talking, their ears are ringing again. Heroic spirit, shrewd mind, noble virtue—

They can barely hear him.

Even for you.

Even for you.

“My, my.” Professor Drake’s words break the sound of his brother’s reverberating in the Wizard’s skull. “Look at you, look how far you have come in all this time. You know well that I doubted the spark Headmaster Ambrose saw in you upon your arrival. That I did my best to dissuade you through hardship, impossibility, and playing to what I perceived as a lack of drive. I have never been more delighted to be proven wrong.”

Oh.

Oh.

They are going to cry when this is done.

They’re not going to do it here. In front of so many people. But alone, somewhere safe, this is going to hang in their chest while they heave.

“What you have done for Ravenwood, for the Spiral, and beyond that—for my family, cannot be overstated.” Cyrus Drake is smiling, it is barely there, it could be mistaken for neutrality or perhaps a smirk if they did not know those expressions so well. “You are a remarkable wizard, and one I am tremendously proud of. Keep your mind open to all the wonders that Myth has to offer, and you will never lack new avenues of discovery.”

They want to hold onto those words forever. Not yet acknowledging the other meaning within just saying them, that from this moment there is no longer the thread of Professor and Student tying them to Cyrus Drake. And that almost aches in its own way. A loss of something familiar.

The wizard hasn’t looked away from him by the time Ambrose is talking again. It’s so hard to hear anything. Ears ringing, wind blowing cold and frigid—

Wind blowing?

Had it been windy?

They raise a hand to hold the graduation cap to their head—

And that is when things all come crashing down.

Of course.

Again.

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[anxiously-sidequesting]

I think I've already said this once before but I really wish there was a feature in Wizard101 where important events, lore, and dialogue in the game were documented somewhere so we can view them whenever we want. like unless we video record the events while it happens, take pictures, or just go through the whole entire fucking plot with another wizard character there's no way to ever revisit those moments and that SUCKS??????? like wizard101 has some of the best lore ive ever seen and I don't wanna have to level up my wizard all the way to level 100 just to see that iconic grandfather spider scene or grind through azteca just to find that one epic fourth wall breaking moment 💀 i want to revisit all the incredible and funny and weird shit we've all gone through Immediately. Like damn remodel the library so that it actually keeps records and dated films of the things we've gone through so it can actually be useful instead of it being Just A Building (rants about this for so long that even Jesus smacks His lips)

#remember that azteca moment? where the wizard is like carrying a huge chunk of boulder or smth and the narrator legit goes- #''why the fuck are we doing this. we're famous for fucks sake we got shit to do'' #and literally i could watch old cob going through his arc with us and his kids and grandmother raven alllllll day please. #''i can be as petty and absurd as i want.'' CAN I WATCH THAT MOMENT 15 MORE TIMES PLS THANKS #also the fact that theres so much lore and it spanned out for more than a decade?? theres a lot of shit to take in and 90% of it i forgot #itd be really useful for fanfics and stuff too #and even ive gotten some things wrong on this blog with my posts just because i FORGOT or misremembered the shit that actually happened LMAO #sorry for repeating myaelf but like. this needs to be a thing by yesterday #wizard101 #w101 #wiz101 #text posts

[bangtanloverboys]

dragonpants & winterflame // jjk

summary - your professor assigns you to look after and help get the new kid, jungkook, settled in. you’d think it be easy, but he’s nothing like any of the other students

pairing - new student!jungkook x wizard!reader

genre - fluff; wizard 101 au

word count - 5.0k

warnings - dip’s made up lore, friendship, gay bears (oops a double entrendre), tending of the wounds(tm), nick jonas

guide - pyromancy = fire magic; thaumaturgy = ice magic; grizzleheim = viking bear, wolf, and raven world

author’s note - behold my last w101 au! i've had so much fun working on this and it's my pride and joy. thank you all for enjoying (and i'm sorry to the w101 fans who've had to deal with this in the tags 😅)

the seven schools of ravenwood masterlist

Life in Wizard City was never something that you had expected for you, having grown up on the far edges of the spiral in Grizzleheim. All you’d ever known were the harsh winters of a world full of bears, wolves, and ravens. No one quite knew where you’d come from only being found the burnt remains of Draugarth as an infant. Sten and Bo Silverwood of Clan Ironclaw were the ones who took you in and raised you, calling you their hairless cub.

Growing up, you knew you were different. You didn’t have fur like a bear or a wolf, nor feathers like a raven. You were something else, even beyond your physical appearance. Despite having no fur, your skin bore to the elements, you were never cold. Chilly, yes. But in the cold winds that enveloped Grizzleheim, you never once shivered. But your Papa and Bubba never made you once feel as if you were an outcast, they loved you as their own and that’s all that would matter. 

As you reached your fifteenth year, more peculiarities began happening around you. Your body would grow warm, becoming unbearable to the point you’d wear the thinnest of your clothes in the midst of snow storms. When it was your turn to make dinner for your fathers, you’d burn the meat to charcoal, eventually banning you from the kitchen. However, the worst was yet to come.

You were huddled near a hearth in Northguard, knees pulled up to your chest as you stared into the fire. You watched the flames flicker and change, almost as if they were forming into small figures; you’d see bears and wolves talk amongst themselves, laughing heartily, ravens fly across the sky, and creatures of myth you’d heard as a young one. Creatures like dragons, imps, and centaurs. You’d thought you were only seeing these things in your mind's eye as you watched the fire, but as you focused more on the dragon, you watched as it grew larger. You rubbed your eyes, thinking it was a trick of the light, but it wasn’t. The fiery depiction of the creature grew and grew, spitting out flames from its mouth, catching onto the roof of a nearby hut. You screamed for help, but with each panicked cry, the fire grew larger and larger. Quickly, the clan rallied to put out the fire, but with each bucket of water thrown over it, it did not settle. Only when your papa had wrapped you into his arms, calming you down did the fire finally die. 

“This cub is a demon! We must free ourselves from it!” Kol Shadowsong accused, singling you out. The clan leaders gathered in the Great Hall to discuss what should be done with you, as you nearly burnt Northguard to the ground. Your fathers stood beside you, refusing to back down to let you stand alone. 

“Your Majesty, see reason! It’s clear they have no control over this affliction! They meant no harm! They’re practically still a cub!” Your papa shouted at King Valgard. 

“And that cub nearly burnt this stronghold to the ground!” The king growled. “If they cannot control it, they are a danger to the rest of us. I cannot allow them to endanger the rest of the clans.”

“But what if they could learn to?” Your bubba countered. 

“How?”

“I know.” All attention was turned toward a new voice, Bauldur Goldpaws, the trader. “I’ve heard of this affliction in my travels. It’s called pyromancy! The ability to control fire and summon creatures of that nature. It can be controlled, but only through hard work and training. There is a school that teaches how to control and master this very affliction. Ravenwood in Wizard City.”

You’d only vaguely remembered hearing those names. It sounded familiar, yet you did not know or understand why, like something from a dream.

“That’s halfway across the Spiral and the World Tree connection was severed centuries ago! How do you intend to even get there?” Your papa questioned. 

“The skyways, as our ancestors once did.” Bauldur turned to face your fathers personally. “King Valgard has already tasked me with the honor of re-establishing our trade routes. Wizard City is one of those stops. With your permission, I will ensure that your cub will get there safely. They will be enrolled and they will learn to control it.”

“Do they look like me?” You found yourself asking. All attention was returned back to you, and you felt small under everyone’s gaze. “These pyromancers. . . are they like me?”

Getting down on one knee, Bauldur met your gaze. “Yes, child. There are many that look like you. You will be safe and taught to control this,” he gestured to your hands. 

Looking between your fathers, you met their eyes. Papa clearly not wanting to let you go, to keep you safe by his side and protect you from the world forever. But Bubba, he knew. He knew this was what was best for you, best for the clan. Looking back to Bauldur, you nodded. “I’ll go.”

The trader looked back to the King, who sighed. “Fine,” he waved his hand. “Your cub may go and learn to control this. . . pyromancy. But they may only return, once they’ve mastered the ability. Then and only then may they return to Grizzleheim. Dismissed.”

Your fathers walked out of the Great Hall, bickering between themselves as you looked up at Bauldur. “We leave at first light, pack heavy. We’ll be traveling for a few moons.”

It was hard to say goodbye, having never left home before and to be gone for so long. . . You were scared. You didn’t want to leave, but you knew you had to. It was for the good of the clans. You packed all your belongings into several chests; your robes, your boots, helmets, hats, and swords. Anything you might’ve needed, you were packed and ready for. 

“Be good,” Papa said as he squeezed you tight against him. You buried your face into his fur, trying to memorize every last detail of him. 

“I will.”

Bubba hugged you just as hard, if not harder. He knew this was coming, that one day you’d leave, just never imagined it so soon. Pulling away from you, he placed his paw on your face and smiled at you. “My little cub, be proud of who you are and where you’re from.”

As Bauldur said, it took many months to reach Wizard City. Had you gone in a direct route, you might’ve gotten there faster, but unfortunately you were just a ride along. Bauldur had a job to do, re-establishing the long lost trade routes amongst the other worlds of the Spiral. You’d see places you’d never even imagine seeing; the evergreen world of Mooshu, the ancient sand covered temples of Krokotopia, and the endless fields of Zafaria. Until finally, Bauldur and landed at the edge of the world in Wizard City! 

Dozens of wizards gathered as the ship weighed its anchor against one of the stone towers. You’d been used to whispers and stares all your life, but this was different, you felt isolated and singled out, as if you were being peered at under an eye-glass. You hid behind Bauldur once he was beside you on the grass.

“Who goes there?” A man with hair on his face and dressed in strange armor questioned. 

“I am Bauldur Goldpaws, and this is my ward, Y/N Silverwood. We seek your Headmaster.” 

The guard looked between you and Bauldur, “Follow me.” Was all he said before he stiffly started walking towards a tunnel, burrowed deep into the cliffside. 

The Headmaster, Merle Ambrose, was stunned to learn that you were there to enroll. No one had ever traveled so far in order to attend. It was a first. But nevertheless, you were enrolled in the School of Fire. Professor Dalia Falmea took you under her wing, giving you private lessons until you’d caught up to your age group. You were a bit of an oddity at first, being the only one dressed in furs rather than the colored robes your peers wore. You’d even shocked everyone when you’d been able to pick up thaumaturgy as a secondary school. But eventually the intrigue and mystery died away as time went on.

You’d been at Ravenwood seven years now, almost finishing your mastery classes. You’d held onto this moment for years. Finally, you’d be able to go home! To see your fathers once again! You’d kept up correspondence with them, sending letters through the trade route you’d helped Bauldur set up. So they knew you were in good health and they were also happy for you. At least up until the past year, the former death professor unleashed monsters onto the city streets endangering the students and their livelihood. Papa almost wanted you back then and there, but there were also growing tensions amongst the clans (at least so you’d heard through Bauldur, your fathers did every attempt to keep it from you) so you stayed in Wizard City. However, none of you could’ve predicted what else was to come. 

It was like any ordinary day, you’d just finished your class with Professor Falmea when she called you up to speak with her before you could leave. Shouldering your pack, you walked up to her on the platform. 

“Yes, Professor?”

“Ah, Winterflame. You’ve advanced much in these past few years, becoming one of my star pupils.” 

Your face grew warm at her compliments. “Thank you, Professor.”

“And as my best student, there’s something I need to ask of you.” She motioned toward the door, glancing behind you, you watched as a bright red haired guy about your age walked in, dressed in red and orange robes. “This is my newest student, Jungkook Dragonpants.”

You furrowed your brows at the name, “Dragonpants?” Did you hear that right?

“Yup, that’s me,” the wizard winked at you. 

You’ve never met a student with a lastname like that, the weirdest one you think you’ve heard was Frogtamer. You were going to have to ask him about it later. You turned to Dalia to finish talking.

“Winterflame, I’d like you to help get him adjusted to life in Wizard City. In fact, Headmaster Ambrose suggested it, considering you know how it feels,” she explained. While you knew neither of them meant no ill will, it still felt slightly targeted. There’d been dozens of new students and transfers to Wizard City since you. But maybe he was from far out in the Spiral too, and there was the fact he was also a pyromancer.

“Okay,” you nodded before turning to Jungkook. He was near bouncing on his heels and his eyes. . .His eyes kept wandering around the room, between the professor, the walls, the chalkboard, the cauldron, everything. Okay, you could relate to that, seeing it all for the first time. Trying your best to hide your smile, you nodded to the door. “Come on, let’s go.” The two of you walked out of the school house, and still Jungkook was looking at everything. Bernie, Torrence, Bartleby, Arthur Wethersfield. You remembered being like that, taking everything in all at once. “So on either side of the tunnel are the dorms, yes it’s one door. But your key is what opens the door to your own room, specifically. You get your key from Lincoln,” you said, gesturing to him as he wrote in his booklet. “I can give you a more in depth tour later, so you’re getting the dry run. If that’s alright with you.”

“Yeah that’s fine,” he said, smiling as he looked up at the World Tree.

“So, where’re you from?”

“Oh, I’m from Eeeeerrrr. . .”

“Eeeerrr?” You raised a brow.

“It’s some place far away with a name you wouldn’t know or how to pronounce,” he waved his hand, trying to hand the subject. “What about you? You from around here or elsewhere?”

A bittersweet smile crossed your face. “Grizzleheim, a world tucked away in the farside of the Spiral.”

“Woah, that sounds. . . cool. What’s it like?”

Again, you were confused. How did he not know what Grizzleheim was? Since your arrival and the trade route was re-established, almost everyone knew what Grizzleheim was and how far it was. “It’s cold, a lot closer than here. It rains or snows most of the year, don’t get a lot of sun. But it’s beautiful and it’s. . . it’s my home.” You found yourself stopping on the sidewalk, reminiscing.

“Do you visit often?” 

You shook your head. “No, I haven’t been since. . . since I enrolled. It’s-it’s a long story.” You weren’t about to get all nostalgic with a stranger. “But anyways, are you a transfer? Novice, what?”

“I’m new.”

“. . . Are you in class with people our age or younger?”

“Oh, I’m not in class. Ambrose said I can do independent studies to help catch up. Like helping out around the city and anyone who needs it. Speaking of which, where’s Unicorn Way? I was told to go there as soon as I could.” He asked, his head glancing about, this time with intention rather than curiosity.

“Unicorn Way is crawling with monsters, are you sure you were asked to go there?”

Jungkook held up a letter, addressed to Private Connelly in the Headmaster’s handwriting. It was off, but if it was Ambrose. . .

“Through the Commons tunnel, turn left, go down the street, over the bridge, Unicorn Way is right there.”

“Great, thanks,” he smiled as he patted you on the shoulder. “Talk more later?” He asked as he started toward the tunnel. 

“Yeah, just uh, meet me in front of the Library, noon!” You called out after him.

“Awesome, see you then!” Then he vanished into the shadows. He was odd, but you were intrigued nonetheless. 

A few days later was your rest day, and you typically liked spending it in Olde Town,  sitting on the grass at the edge of the cliff, where Bauldur dropped you off. He wasn’t there, it wouldn’t be for another few weeks before he made his rounds back to Wizard City. When he was there, you’d catch up, then trade the dozens of letters your fathers would write to you and give to Bauldur yours. But days like this, you’d just sit and stare out into the skyways.

“Hey!” A voice pulled you out of your thoughts. Turning your head to the side, there stood the new kid, Jungkook. His face was littered with fresh cuts and bruises, but he still held that same cheery demeanor he had when you first met him. “Whatcha doing out here?”

“It’s my off-day, what happened to you?” You rose to your feet, immediately going to check his injuries.

“Oh, these? Just finished clearing up Unicorn way,” he said with a proud smile. 

His words took you aback, “You- you did what?”

“Well it’s not cleared up permanently. There’s still some ghosts, but the skeletons and dark fairies are all taken care of for the most part.” He shrugged as if it was no big deal. “But Prof Falmea said I’m almost to the level of her apprentice level class with how fast I’m progressing.”

“In just a few days?” You were baffled, no one has ever advanced that fast before! At least not without prior schooling.

“I’m a fast learner,” was all he said. “But really, why are you here on your off-day? Are there not a lot of exciting things to do around here?”

“No there are. There’s the Shopping District, Fairgrounds, dueling. . . But I like coming here, it’s where I first stepped foot in Wizard City.” You smiled softly at the memory, you felt so small then. Now no one even bats an eye at you, just another student walking the grounds. “But anyways, how are you finding it?”

“Well, I’ve done a lot of back and forth lately between places, but everyone is nice, given the circumstances. Sorry I had to rush off the other day, but the Headmaster said it was urgent. But I’m seeing a lot of the city, and this place is pretty cool.” He turned to look up at the cliffs of the city, and you followed his gaze. Just barely, you could see the overhead branches of Bartleby. Both of you stood there for a moment, enjoying the view. 

“Hey, I’m sorry if this is a weird question but how did you get Dragonpants?” You asked. It’s not exactly a common question to ask, but you were curious. You always were anytime someone gave their name. 

“What do you mean?” He furrowed his brows. 

“I mean how did you earn Dragonpants as a last name? I got Winterflame because I’m one of the few pyromancers that has thaumaturgy as a secondary. I know a guy broke his wand and earned his last name, another summoned Humongofrog. So how did you get yours?”

All Jungkook could do was stare at you blankly. “Uhhh, I- uh. . . that’s an interesting story. Oh, look at the sun! I need to rush to Firecat Alley. I’ll definitely tell you that story later. Bye!” He then ran down the street, but instead of Firecat Alley, it was towards Triton Avenue. 

And that’s not most of your interactions with Jungkook were. You’d see him randomly on the streets in between classes (in between quests for him), he’d always have a new cut or bruise somewhere on his skin. But he was advancing quickly. Every time you saw him, he was further and further along in his independent studies. Last you checked, he was nearing the adept level courses. Despite his quick advances, battles were getting harder and more difficult. So he started asking you for help, which you did. You helped him in Firecat Alley, Triton Avenue, and Cyclops Lane. Dueling beside him was incredible, he was focused and valiant. He didn’t let the enemies get to him, no matter how cruel their taunts grew.

“Doesn’t it ever bother you?” You found yourself asking, as the two of you tiredly made your back back towards the Commons.

“What do you mean?”

“What these- these villains are saying to you? Surely, it has to get under your skin sometimes?”

Jungkook paused, dark eyes almost hidden by his reddish-pink hair. “Sometimes. In the beginning, it did a lot. But the more I fight them off, it’s just becoming more and more. . . annoying than hurtful.”

“Annoying?” You asked, almost chuckling.

“I mean, yeah it’s annoying!” Jungkook’s face broke into an exasperated expression. “‘You won’t get away with this, Young Wizard!’, ‘Malistaire is coming!’,’No puny wizard has ever defeated me!’ Puh-lease! As soon as they start saying stuff like that, the more it motivates me to win out of spite.”

That had both of you peeling over in laughter, earning a handful of odd looks from your fellow students and passing citizens. 

The two of you grew closer and closer, but no matter what, he didn’t say much about his past. Nothing on where he was from, or how he got his last name or why he wasn’t properly enrolled in school. Nothing. It didn’t bug you much, you could understand not wanting to answer pestering questions about where you were from, so you didn’t ask. But with each quest the two of you completed, you only had more and more questions. You just felt out of the loop. 

However, once his quests started taking him outside of Wizard City, he had to continue going out alone. You didn’t have permission to leave the city, only Jungkook and a few select transfer students were granted that permission. You did your best to keep in touch still, he’d stop by your dorm and ask odd questions about Kroks and other things related to sorcery. You directed him to the library. There wasn’t much else you could do to help, as you had your own studies to focus on. 

The last time Jungkook came over though, it was the worst of them. It was already late at night, but you were still up, cram studying for your final mastery exam in two days. After re-reading the same sentence over and over about the differences between sunbirds and phoenixes, there was a harsh knock at the door. 

With a yawn, you walked over to the door, opening it to see Jungkook, battered and bruised. His left eye was dark and near swollen shut, his lip was busted, and he was leaning on the door frame for support. “H-hi.”

“Oh my stars!” Your body immediately woke up, helping him into your dorm. You set him down at your desk as you rushed to your trunk, digging through it for a healing potion. Instead you found an old salve from home. It would have to do for now, you hadn’t had a chance to stock up on potions. Jar in hand, you made your way over to Jungkook. Opening the jar, you dipped your fingers in and took out a small glob. “This’ll feel a bit chilly.” Jungkook winced as the balm touched his skin, but he remained still as you continued to apply it to his wounds. 

“Smells kinda funny.”

You chuckled at that. “Yeah, it does.”

“What is it?”

“It’s a yarrow-marshmallow salve. Honestly, I forgot I had it. My bubba probably packed it away for me.”

“Your bubba?”

You paused. You didn’t talk much about your homelife to anyone, no matter how much they asked. This was the first time you ever willingly brought it up. With a shaky breath, you continued. “Yea, he’s one of the men who raised me. They’re the only family I’ve ever known.”

“You weren’t raised by your parents?”

You shook your head. “I was found in the remains of an old village, it was attacked by these creatures called grendels. I was the only survivor. I was found, tucked away in a burnt down shack. Sten and Bo Silverwood, my papa and bubba. They found me, took me in, and raised me as their own. Don’t know who my birth parents were, all we could figure is they were pyromancers and traveling across the spiral, probably traders. But we’ll never know,” you shrugged. “And I’m okay with that, I love my dads. And I wouldn’t change anything about how I was raised.”

“You said you can’t go home.”

“Yes and no.” You huffed. “It’s not easy to get to Grizzleheim, it’s months of traveling the skyways. But even if the world door worked, I can’t go back. I was. . . I was a danger to the clan. I had no control over my magic and the king had no choice but to order me to attend Ravenwood until I learned to master it.” As soon as you started, you couldn’t stop. All these years, and you never shared your story with anyone, not outside Professor Falmea. “But my pyromancy mastery final is in a couple days. And next week, Bauldur Goldpaws will return to Wizard City and I’ll be able to go home again.”

Jungkook was quiet for a moment, his eyes downcast. “I’m also from far away but. . . I don’t think I’ll be able to return home.” You’re silent, waiting for him to continue. “I’m from Earth. Where I’m from there’s no magic or talking animals, or anything. It’s just people. Then one day, I almost set fire to my house with my bare hands. I don’t know what to do so I start running. And I ran, and ran and ran until my legs felt like jelly. It gets blurry from there but next thing I know, I’m in the Headmaster’s office.”

“You don’t know how you got here?”

Jungkook gnawed on his lower lip. “I can’t really talk about it. Ambrose said so.”

Orders from the Headmaster, so you let it drop. Maybe in time he’ll tell you in time, but until then, you’ll take what little answers you can. “Can you tell me about your last name?”

That had Jungkook break out into a grin. “He didn’t tell me there were reasons behind last names, just wanted me to have one to blend in. I just chose a random one, thought it was funny.” Now it was your turn to laugh. You smacked your hand over your mouth, trying to muffle your laughter. “Yeah, yeah. Laugh it up. I’m dumb I know.”

“I’m sorry, it’s just, you’re-you’re going to endure weird looks for the rest of your life, you know that right?”

“I signed myself up for it, I just need to make up a convincing story for it.”

Once your laughter died down, you just smiled at Jungkook. With the salve applied, it was slowly bringing down the swelling and discoloration. Running a hand through his red hair, you sent him off. “It’s late. Get some rest.” He did as you were told, walking off toward his own dormitory. 

The next morning, you stopped by to check on him, wanting to see how he was faring the day after but he was gone again. That poor boy is gonna get dragged all over the Spiral if he doesn’t learn to say no to a favor. But Jungkook was the farthest thing on your mind as your exam date was coming up. Your nose was stuck in a book or a scroll, you didn’t have time to think of anything else except acing this test and finally going home. That was your sole motivation. 

The day of your final, Jungkook was outside your door.

“Hey-”

You cut him off before he could even begin. “Sorry, I really don’t have time.” 

“But-”

“Listen, Jungkook, I really don’t have time. I really gotta go, I’m sorry.” You gave him a sad smile as you made a beeline for the School of Fire. 

After three long agonizing hours of going through the different types of blade and shield combos, and the various types of spell casts from firecat to meteor strike to inferno salamander and their historical origins. You finally made it out. You answered every question to the best of your ability, and now all you had to do was wait for the results to be posted. 

As you left the school house, Jungkook was waiting outside, sitting on the steps of Professor Falmea’s office tower. 

“Jungkook, what are you doing here?”

“The door is open.”

His words puzzled you. “I’m sorry, what?”

“The door! You said the door to your home world was severed years ago yeah? Well it's open again.”

“What.”

“Ambrose just told me that the door to Grizzlehiem just opened, no one knows how or why, but it is. That’s what I tried telling you this morning!” He said, smiling. “You can go home.”

Dropping your items, you bolted. In the back of your mind, you knew that King Valgard wouldn’t be happy you weren’t a titled master yet, but damn him. Damn the technicalities, you knew you were a master. You just wanted to go home again. You pushed past all the other students as they entered the World Tree, not listening to their complaints as you rushed towards the door (you could vaguely hear Jungkook apologizing on your behalf as he ran after you). 

Hand on the nozzle, you thought of Grizzleheim. Home. The smell of the pines, the crisp snowy air, the laughter of the bears in the Great Hall. You could see it all perfectly in your mind's eye as you opened that door. And there you were, on the other side of the rainbow bridge, at the world tree door. 

“Oh, wow,” you heard Jungkook breathe out from behind you.

You took one step out the door; your boots crunched on the dirt beneath your feet as you stood there, taking it all in. “Papa! Bubba! I’m home!” You burst into another run, down the rainbow bride and towards the village, shouting at the top of your lungs. “Papa! Bubba! It’s me! I’m home!” Back on solid ground, you made your way towards your childhood home. Not one thing about this place changed, it was as if you’d stepped back into a memory. 

“Little cub?” Your papa’s head poked out from the hut. He looked older, white hairs gathering around his snout and ears. But it was still every bit your papa. 

“Papa!” You squealed, adrenaline pumping through your veins so hard, you couldn’t feel your lungs as they burned or how your legs ached with each step you stook. Your papa saw you in the nick of time, opening his arms wide enough for you to jump into his hold. Tears brimmed in your eyes as you dug your face into his chest.

“How- how can this be. . ?” 

“Bubba!” You turned to see your other father, standing speechless in the kitchen. You jumped into his arms next. He returned your hug instantly, with your papa returning to hug you from behind once again. Tears were now freely rolling down your cheeks as you held your dads tight as you possibly could.

“I don’t understand, how- what?”

“The world tree door has been re-opened. I- I don’t know how but, I- I needed to come home. It’s been so long.” You cried, your hands gripping tightly onto Bubba’s fur. “I can control my powers. I did it. I learned. I can come home now, yeah.”

“Oh cub, of course.” Papa answered. “You did as you were told by the king. You can come home.” The three of you said nothing further after that, crying and holding each other. Relieved to finally see each other again after seven whole years.

From behind your group hug, you could hear someone clear their throat. “Oh,” you pulled away from your dads, seeing Jungkook standing awkwardly in the door frame. “Bubba, Papa, this is Jungkook Dragonpants. He’s my friend.”

“Dragonpants? What kind of a name is that?” Your Bubba asked, voice low.

“Bubba,” you groaned.

“It’s my name, sir,” he said, not backing down from your father’s clear intimidation attempt. He certainly was brave, very few could stare him in the eyes and not back down. 

“Any friend of our cub’s is a friend of ours,” your papa said, narrowing his eyes at his husband. “Come in, tell us all your stories. Everything you left out in your letters.” With a smile, you nodded, turning back to Jungkook who was looking more outside. Wrapping a hand around his arm, you pulled him inside.

“Wait, hang on, is that Nick Jonas?”

#btsghostie #jeon jungkook x reader #jungkook x reader #bts x reader #jeon jungkook x gender neutral reader #jungkook x gender neutral reader #bts x gender neutral reader #bts wizard au #wizard101 au #wizard jeon jungkook #jungkook fanfic #bts fanfic

[shanie-the-komania-toyaddict]

Not my brain spinning a WWE-Wizard101 AU in an attempt to write my way out of grief and coming up with this raw line.

"I can't fucking lose you. You're my whole world."

"Sorry, Kev. Some worlds are destined to end. I'm just your First. You'll build another."

#zowens #wizard101 #fanfic #wwe

[betterillusionist]

The Ravenwood Bulletin

The two Necromancers arrive at their study spot early today. Not because they're brimming with excitement to continue their self-study efforts, but rather to partake in something they once enthusiastically anticipated.

Boris found them an old radio tucked away in a shadowy corner of the library and let them have it. It's made of sandy orange wood and as big as Malorn's head. Him and Duncan spent some time cleaning the thing of all its ancient dust. Rushing up to the table, he can still see the lingering cloud from the other day, a slight gray haze in the dim candlelight.

Malorn and Duncan shove each other out of the way as they try and take a seat in front of the radio, fighting to be the one to turn it on. Beforehand, they'd have to fight with their fellow students to reach the radio. Now it's just them.

Radios were only allowed in the classrooms for the Ravenwood Bulletin, serving as morning announcements and miscellaneous news. Once the Bulletin was over, they'd be turned off and shoved away into some corner until the next day.

But no class was more excited for the radio than the Necromancers. At least, Malorn has never heard any wild stories about the other classes fighting each other to get to the radio, to have the honor of turning it on in front of their fellow classmates, and being its designated guardian until the Bulletin concluded before ceremoniously tucking it into its designated shelf behind the teacher's desk.

Malistaire made it a competition, a daily test of knowledge and skill. It also made sure that all his students were at least there on time for class.

Duncan wins the fight, his hand slapping the power knob and twisting it to 'On'. The radio hums to life with heavy static. Malorn lets out a defeated laugh and gives his friend room to fiddle with the tuning.

"Just like the good old days," he comments. Duncan nods back wordlessly, his concentration fully on the old radio before him.

There was a time at the very start of their educational journey at Ravenwood where it was pure morning chaos. Dark Sprites flew through the air; the only spell any of them knew how to cast at that time. By the end of the day, everyone would walk out still covered in purple fairy dust.

One of the first rivalries to appear amidst the chaos was between Malorn and Duncan. They'd each turn up far too early just to fight over the privilege that was the radio, even if they still had to get through their fellow students later on. There were even some days where the rest of the class would simply stand around and watch them spar.

"Ah!" Duncan exclaims as the radio buzzes with music. Malorn lets out a sigh of relief. The Bulletin will be starting shortly. Side by side, the two Necromancers make themselves comfortable on the bench and leans in close to the radio's tiny speakers.

Finally, the music comes to an end, and Boris' voice rings out, "Good morning, students of Ravenwood! This your morning Ravenwood Bulletin with your host, me! Boris Tallstaff.

"Student news: Let's have a round of applause for Regina Flametalon for getting first place in the annual Ravenwood Science Fair. Her steam golem really stole the show."

Humoring the radio voice, Malorn claps his hands twice to celebrate.

Duncan just rolls his eyes. "This is the third year in a row."

"Maybe you need to get into engineering, then," Malorn replies. His friend shakes his head hopelessly.

"Students living in Firecat Alley are advised to be careful on their way to and from class; an explosion was heard last night-"

"Gretta," the two Necromancers groan in unison. This isn't the first time she's made it into the news, though her name is no longer mentioned since she was fired. Everyone still knows who it is, though.

"Now for something we can all look forward to: Professor Wu's Baking Bash has finally been confirmed to be taking place next week after being postponed due to poor weather. Many students will be there selling baked goods, and 50% of all profits will go to the Marleybone Disease Research Facility in honor of Sylvia Drake."

An aura of darkness blasts Malorn, making him turn his attention away from the radio for a moment to check on his friend. Duncan's eyes shine with malice, though it quickly fades once he notices Malorn's concerned stare.

"Those Theurgists sure are lucky," Duncan says, his voice full of resentment.

"You shouldn't hate them because they got a new Professor before us," Malorn replies. "Things... happen."

His empty words, however, fall of deaf ears.

"Spiral news: Marleybone officials have released an advisory for foreign travelers amidst a sudden spike in crime, recommending anyone looking to visit or vacation to cancel their plans until the current crime wave is brought under control.

"But never fear! You can still take a vacation to Mooshu this summer. It was recently voted 'the most beautiful World in the Spiral', with their tranquil nature hikes and stunning ancient temples. For those looking for a relaxing getaway, I'd highly recommend paying Mooshu a visit.

"In other news, a star shower will be starting tonight, stemming from the old tail remnants of the comet Xibalba. It's peak will occur at around midnight and is predicted to end tomorrow afternoon.

"Finally, to round out your morning announcements, by popular demand, the Ravenwood Bulletin will be bringing back the 'Around the Spiral in a Week' column in the Bulletin's weekly newsletter. It was originally cancelled due to the old writer leaving the writing team. However, a new writer has finally been found to carry on the Bulletin's longest-running column. The Ravenwood Bulletin team thanks you for all the letters and lobbying for the return of the column.

"That's all the news for now. Thank you for listening to the morning Ravenwood Bulletin, and have a magical day!"

There's a soft 'click', and music comes back on the radio's speakers, the signal for Duncan and Malorn to pull their ears away from the wooden box.

"How nice of Boris to have found this for us," Malorn smiles.

"Good memories," Duncan wistfully nods in agreement, though a frown quickly befalls his face. "No news about Malistaire, though."

"I'm sure there will be something about him soon," Malorn replies somewhat hopefully. He's doing it mostly for Duncan. Somewhere deep in his aching heart, he doesn't think their Professor will be returning to Ravenwood any time soon...

"Well, time to get to work," he adds, forcing himself past his dark thoughts. There's no point in mulling over stuff beyond his control.

With an incoherent grumble, Duncan stands and makes his way to the other side of the table as Malorn moves the little radio, still playing its soft music, underneath his bench. Usually, the radio would be off by now, but since the two of them are in the library, what's the harm in leaving it on for a little while longer?

#duncan grimwater #malorn ashthorn #Death Dudes (TM) #wizard101 #writing #fanfic #headcanon #short story #boris tallstaff #the ravenwood bulletin #morning announcements

[dreaming-by-starlight]

fanfiction is so weird like I COULD be writing it about the blorbos from my current hyperfixation but no I've two WIPs current and one is for the 2008 childrens mmorpg that I never even played until after I started writing the fic and the other is for an anime I watched in my edgy teen phase when I was first getting into anime. I do also have another WIP but it's a long term project that isn't a fic, its an original story that I'm writing using my DnD OCs.

#like i could be writing #wenclair #but instead i'm writing for #Wizard101 #w101 #pirate101 #tokyo ghoul #granted the MCs for the tokyo ghoul fic were sorta inspired by wenclair #anime #wednesday #ao3 #archive of our own #fanfic #fanfiction #writing #OCs #dnd #dungeons and dragons #5e

[worstdeathstudent]

Finally decided to post my fanfic! More chapter will be on the way!

#wizzy101 #wizard101 #wizzy fandom #wizzy things #wiz101 #ao3 fanfic #ao3 #ao3 writer

[kekegene]

The first outfit is a comfort outfit, while the 2nd outfit is what she'll be wearing when meeting Alastor. Completely AU, she'll have 2 weapons visible. The flute and the sword.

#wizard101 #crossover au #hazbin hotel #on ao3 #writing fanfic #The 7 Unknown Years #self-insert original character #she's a sad bean #it'll get better though #alastor

[jrmaxwell]

Hi, I'm still on my Wizard101 kick --

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Cecilia can't help the subtle sneer when she sees her new roommate. The girl is possessed with an old-money sort of beauty, her cheekbones high, her hair glinting with emerald sheen. Her posture is trained, unnatural, too straight, too proper, and on her plush lips is that subtle grin of false politeness all rich folk seem to have. She reminds Cecilia of the high society dogs back on Marleybone, the ones who would call the police on her. Or worse, the ones who pitied her, throwing her food off their plates like she was a rat begging for scraps. Immediately Cecilia wants to hate her, but her eyes. Her eyes remind her of stars. She grips the hand of her guardian, suddenly made nervous. Wary. Arthur Wethersfield gives her a reassuring grin and grips her hand back. He doesn't say anything as she cowers behind him. 'Hello there, sorry to barge in. I'm Arthur Wethersfield,' he introduces himself to Old-Money, 'I was just bringing my charge to her new dorm room. I'm guessing you must be her roommate.'

'Must be,' Old-Money says. There's something almost warm about her voice, the hint of an accent Cecilia can't quite place. Rougher around the edges than posh Marleybonian, and casual enough that it has her questioning her initial idea about the girl coming from wealth. Arthur nudges Cecilia forward. 'Come on, dear. Introduce yourself,' he encourages gently. Cecilia hesitates, glancing at her roommate. The girl smiles sweetly, patiently. "...Lia..." "Hello, Lia," the girl says, "I'm Max. Max Sorrowseer, Conjuror to be."

#Wizard101 #W101 #Wiz101 #art #fan art #oc #fanfic #fic #writing #snippet #drabble #ocs #sketch #w101 fic #w101 art

[oldestenemy]

fuck it, meowiarty at wizard graduation

#wizard101 #wizard101 fanfiction #wizard101 fanfic #wizard101 fic #i am having an excellent time #lark is still playing funky wizard game from their childhood #scion series is going great why do you ask

[a-casual-dragonkin]

kinda feel in the mood to chatter a bit abt how i see the multiplayer side of Wizard101

because yeah, multiplayer is a kinda important side of the game itself, but seeing as everyone is going at their own pace with the same plot, there isn't a singular "savior/scion of the spiral" at any given time, but countless thousands. all on their own timelines. they're simply projecting on others' timelines to socialize or help others

they cannot influence each other's fates and carve their own story, (at least, not easily) but can still aid and assist those who might be having trouble progressing through their destined path. whether it's a single person doing everything by themself, a friend or two questing together, or an entire guild assisting each other with wizards both just beginning and maxed out, the story is all the same. the NPCs all say the same things. the story marches on like the number of people doesn't matter.

the player does not have the option to change anything, merely how long it takes to get to "the end", whatever "the end" might be.

#wizard101 #this is jus how i see mutliplayer working in my own headcanon #so i don't mind if you take inspiration from this or not #i just thought it'd be kinda neat to have this weird thing going where other players both do and don't exist at the same time #if that even remotely makes sense. they only truly exist within their own timeline #but can make 'guest appearances' within other's timelines to help or whatever. #can't break off the game's main story if your friends don't fully exist within your universe! #and just to clarify: this is in the context of the game itself. fanfics n RPs are their own separate thing n can do whatever they want #after all i have an rp thing with my friend where things go way off the intended path #which leads to the timeline itself crumbling since things have diverged too far from the main story

[mortis-stan]

This is just me being dumb but I low-key wanna write an OC fic based off the streaming set. Just like the YW/OC recording podcast episodes about their adventures so that someone understands.

Maybe they fall in love with an NPC and ramble about missing them idk

#wizzy fandom #wizard101 #fanfic #wiz101

[encantustoo]

AO3 Fic Master list

Might as well make my first post be a master list of my current fics. Organized by fandom.

Wizard101:

What a Wizard Wants: My first story, based on Wizard101 and featuring my OC Jacob Sunstalker. He's based on one of my actual wizards in the game of the same name.

Lunch Scene: a fun little smutty one-shot set between Chapters 16 and 17. The first (spoiler alert!) threesome between the poly-trio

The Anniversary Incident: Another smutty one shot, my first written actually, though it's set one year into the timeline.

A Very Merry Yule to...almost All: Set after The Anniversary Incident, and yet another smutty one shot.

The next chapter begins: Not smutty for a change. Jake's been hiding his boyfriends from his family, and now it's time to tell them he has two, not just the one.

Jake and Ethan's First time: A smutty one-shot set at the end of Chapter 12 in "What a Wizard Wants," this is Jake and Ethan's first time having sex.

Pirate101:

A Pirate's Life for Me: The second story I started, based on Pirate101, which is a sister game to Wizard101. Set in the same universe and time period as "What a Wizard Wants", the main character is my OC Cedric Tottingham, a human Pirate.

A hot and horny nightmare: a short little...uh drabble, I guess? Only 500 words and based off a half-joking prompt from a Discord server conversation.

#ao3 writer #fanfic #Pirate101 #Wizard101

[glupshittostan]

back on my wizzy writing bullshit!!

savior of the spiral is the latest installation of amy’s yw adventures. she finally defeats malistaire but it isn’t what she expected.

partially based on this post by @gaychaoswizard about the trauma the yw probably goes through upon killing for the first time. delicious!

#wizard101 #wizzy fandom #fanfiction #writing #og #fanfic #Malistaire drake #young wizard #Cyrus drake #wizzy oc #I <3 my fucked up prodigy myth wizard she deserves a break I think. too bad she’s probably not getting one

[betterillusionist]

Why are you a Necromancer?

Duncan throws a crumbled piece of paper into the pit that was once the school of Death, spits after it, then plops down on the bench next to Malorn with a heavy huff.

“Ambrose…” he growls.

Malorn closes his textbook and gives his friend a look of confusion. “What was that all about?”

“The Headmaster is trying to get me to change schools,” Duncan replies, folding his arms defiantly. “Have you gotten any letters like that?”

Malorn shakes his head. “No, not yet.”

It’s just the two of them again, all alone next to the pit. Other Necromancers have either changed schools of magic or simply quit their studies altogether by now. Malistaire’s disappearance was already a heavy hit to their morale, but with the Death classroom all but gone from existence, what’s the point in showing up for class anymore?

“Well, I’m not quitting, and I don’t want you to quit, either,” Duncan says. “If you give up then I might as well move to Marleybone.”

Malorn rolls his eyes and grins. “I don’t think you’d last a day there, Dunc.”

“You know what I mean.”

A cold breeze rushes up from the pit, washing over the two students without a care, as if it were trying to mock them. Duncan slouches forward in some sort of effort to keep himself from shivering, his hood hiding his face.

“I’ve been meaning to ask,” Malorn speaks, “what got you into Necromancy in the first place?”

The question hangs in the air as Duncan remains silent, the only indication of life being his heavy breaths that crystalize around the edge of his hood momentarily before fading into the ether. It’s hard to tell if he’s contemplating or simply doesn’t want to answer. Malorn continues to wait patiently.

Finally, Duncan draws breath, preparing to speak.

“It felt like this was where all the misfits were.”

Malorn shifts on the bench ever so slightly. “And do you like it?”

“Of course I do!” Duncan replies, sitting upright in an instant. He turns to glare at Malorn with fiery eyes. “I’ve loved every single moment that I’ve had in that classroom!”

“Hey, I wasn’t accusing you of anything,” Malorn says, attempting to defuse his friend’s anger with a light chuckle. “I was just curious, that’s all.”

Duncan clenches his jaw, his eyes searching for something to say in response. Finally, he just shakes his head and lowers it again, moaning, “I wish Professor Drake were here…”

Malorn nods next to him. “I wish he was here, too.”

“He was such a good teacher,” Duncan continues. “He treated us like family. It felt like I truly belonged there.”

Malorn can’t help but let slip a small frown. He’s not quite sure what the frown is for, but he knows that what Duncan is saying is striking some sort of chord within himself. But what?

“What about you?” Duncan asks, turning his head just enough for Malorn to get a glimpse of the edge of his eye. “Why did you take up Necromancy?”

“Me?” Malorn hums, his frown fading for the moment. He surveys their surroundings as his mind searches for the words to describe his motivations. “Well…”

He spots a pair of flowers across the street from where they sit, both of them wilting. He can sense their fading life. The pull isn’t strong but it’s there, nagging at him in the back of his mind. Slowly, he gets up from the bench and strides over to the flowers and crouches down behind them so that Duncan can watch.

“Pick a flower,” Malorn says.

Duncan raises an eyebrow of confusion. “What? Why?”

“Just pick one.”

The other Necromancer stares at the flowers silently, his eyes barely flickering as they move between the two small plants at Malorn’s feet.

Finally, he raises a finger. “That one.”

Malorn gives him one simple nod and begins.

He holds one of his hands over the flower that Duncan chose and concentrates on drawing out of it what little life force it has left. The flower shudders as its energy rushes towards Malorn’s fingers, decaying at a rapid rate, almost turning to black ash then and there.

His fingertips buzzing with the plant’s energy, he moves his hand to the other flower and pushes it back out of him, directing it down towards the earth. The energy seeps into the ground around the flower and it perks up immediately, the gray petals turning crisp white and the stem standing straight and firm. The grass around it glows with the remnants of the energy, and new buds of green sprout where the old flower once was.

Malorn stands and calmly walks back over to the bench, content with himself.

“That is why I became a Necromancer,” he says to Duncan as he takes his seat once more. “To take the dying embers of life and help them to grow into something new.”

“Then why didn’t you just become a Theurgist?” Duncan inquires.

“Theurgists prolong life artificially. Necromancy, however, has the power to take what once was living and turn it into something new and beautiful. A life without death is a boring one.”

Duncan lets out an amused huff. “You’ve thought about this a lot, haven’t you?”

“I have,” Malorn nods with a small smile of pride on his lips. “And I think I chose right.”

“How? Our teacher is gone and so is our classroom. We’re the only Necromancers left at Ravenwood.”

Malorn frowns again, that same chord having just been struck.

“Things might seem hopeless right now, but we can try and rebuild,” he says.

Duncan lets out an incredulous sigh. “We’re not Professors, Mal! What do we have to teach novices? I think we’re better off waiting for Malistaire to return, or for the Headmaster to find another Death Professor.”

“And who knows how long that will take?” Malorn argues back. “What if the Headmaster doesn’t find a new Professor? What if Malistaire doesn’t come back?”

Once again, Duncan shoots Malorn an accusatory glare. “I thought you had more faith in him than this.”

“I respect Malistaire as much as you do, Dunc! All I’m trying to say is that waiting around for something to happen might not be the best-”

Duncan stands sharply, cutting Malorn off. Anger radiates from his dark-robed figure as he curls his fingers into tight, trembling fists.

Neither of them say a word, letting the tension in the air linger and grow each passing second. Now Malorn might know what about Duncan is rubbing him the wrong way. He wasn’t in this for the magic. He doesn’t care for Necromancy. The only thing he does care about… is Malistaire.

But Malistaire was an obsession that grew over time. In which case, what drew him to that classroom? Why did he truly pick Death as his school of magic? It couldn’t have been the Professor alone, could it?

“He will come back,” Duncan growls at last. “Mark my words.”

With that, the student walks away from the pit and from the bench that the last Necromancer of Ravenwood perches on.

#wizard101 #short story #writing #malorn ashthorn #duncan grimwater #they're such a good duo imo #i've sat on this short for too long #what an amazing first post #fanfic #the ravenwood students deserve better

[soulhavens]

wiz OC intro

the very messy and incomplete bullet point list of stuff about my wiz ocs... WIP

under the cut bc it’s very long

kristen summerbright (balance, life secondary sort of?)

the OG isekai-ed wizzy girl, probably entered the spiral at around 14, and it took maybe 2 years to defeat malistaire?? (idk), so 16-ish by the end of dragonspyre

at the start of her journey she wears her hair in a ponytail, but over the course of the adventures she ends up wearing it down instead.

a pretty reserved person, all in all. already pretty quiet, but when she gets isekai-ed it really gets to another level because there’s just so much going on, all she can really do is stand there and nod, wide eyed. has an overall desire to keep the peace/balance, hence the school of magic. ambrose intimidated her a little when she first arrives but overall, meh.

is sad balance doesn’t have an official building (nor do they have official dorms in my headcanons) and it’s overall a decently small balance cohort. arthur is a good teacher though and she learns a lot. balance suits her, and balance is what she needs coming to terms with the new world she’s in

she spends a lot of time learning life as well, both because she has a deep fear of dying (in this world, ie the spiral) and a need to know how to keep herself alive, and later in an attempt to better understand sylvia drake and malistaire. she spends a lot of time with moolinda and ceren and the life kids. takes up life as a secondary school.

re: fear of dying in the spiral: it stemmed from “what happens to me if i die in this universe” + “have i ceased to exist in my original universe”-type thoughts, you know?

that, plus her time in mooshu and in the various libraries/archives, ends up leading kristen toward a life of research and such. as the og isekai girl, she’s very interested in the whole mechanics of magic and everything, so she spends a lot of her free time researching that.

goes through wiz city to dragonspyre b/c she’s the one originally tasked with defeating malistaire and stuff. thus she has the closest relationship with malistaire/the drake bros, and is very affected when she has to actually battle malistaire.

arc 2 takes longer, maybe 3ish years, just because I imagine that like. idk. celestia-zafaría-avalon-azteca-khrysalis is a lot! and it’s more…. stakes have been raised and everything is done at a lil more risk and at a bigger scale so stuff takes longer in my head?

celestia-zafaría-avalon only take up a little over a year. she’s 17+a few months by avalon. turns 18 in the middle of azteca. kristen is 19ish by the end of khrysalis

she meets nora winter for the first time in celestia (see below). ends up questing with nora till arcanum, really.

goes through celestia-khrysalis, doing ok but it’s not... going Great for kristen. she’s already a lil tired and has a lot of thoughts on the Malistaire tragedy, and then suddenly she meets Morganthe and there are parallels??? and she goes “oh no.”

azteca and khrysalis are particularly rough for her. seeing malistaire in azteca really did a lot to her and she has to come to terms with… all of that, at this point (end of azteca) it’s been maybe 2ish years since dragonspyre so all the peace she finally found has been completely disrupted. she probably goes back to relay what happened to cyrus. they deal with the whole Malistaire thing

kristen and nora share the YW role narratively in azteca and in khrysalis part 1. she’s 19 in khrysalis

she’s definitely checked out emotionally in khrysalis. once khrysalis part 1 ends, nora is basically the main hero now (YW).

that being said, as emotionally checked out as she is, she’s still pretty observant. notices/understands zaltanna faster than nora, and is probably closer to zaltanna than nora is.

also she and zarozinia get along really well. they are both fans of subtlety and are a bit exasperated with dyvim and nora’s enthusiasm. tl;dr kristen’s friends with the mantises and nora with the burrowers

also i think darkmoor happens sort of in the middle of khrysalis!? despite being emotionally checked out of khrysalis, she’s definitely going to do darkmoor because she needs that malistaire closure again. kristen is the one spearheading the darkmoor thing.

by the end of khrysalis, morganthe is on her shoulders too and then grandfather spider is a thing too at the end of khrysalis?? she’s in so much shock that polaris feels like a fever dream. kristen hits 20 in polaris

nora did a lot of legwork and has narratively taken over the YW role

the arcanum is a much needed haven and break but also brings a lot of extra responsibility. she doesn’t continue after polaris.

by khrysalis she’s lost some of her fondness for ravenwood. khrysalis was pretty traumatic after all and ambrose/council of light were… well you know how it is. “go save the world YW! what do you mean your companion just died?? time to move on, go fight these minions now”

nopes out once she’s introduced to the arcanum, and becomes quick friends with everyone there. the arcanum is like, her thing, it’s all the research and information she could hhave ever wanted. she does Not continue with nora once she reaches the arcanum

occasionally she and nora catch up, and kristen will help out when nora asks, or when nora is at the arcanum doing… arcanum things. otherwise she’s actually pretty good friends with the librarian, and she and ione get along decently due to them both being of few words and stuff. i bet she takes up meditation with xander. focuses more on crafting and spends a lot of time making jaki’s bow and relearning how to use magic with a bow.

(also investigating the cabal and having to go through malistaires house when nora needs to… that’s also very rough for kristen)

side note: since kristen is from our world she canonically like goes mildly insane whenever people from the spiral make references to earth pop culture and shit. she’s the only one who gets them and it drives her mad <3

nora winter (storm)

she’s a storm wiz from wizard city, and has been studying with halestrom in ravenwood, one of halestrom’s favorite students (: very engineer-y and hands on, more outspoken than kristen and a bit more… i don’t wanna say social?? but like. idk. you get it.

she really enjoys all the ‘fix this for me’ quests, idk

she’s maybe a year or two younger than kristen (assuming spiral-human/wizard and wiz-from-our-world age at the same rate). at the start of celestia she’s 15ish?

nora in-game has that weird spiky ponytail hair thing with side bangs going on? i feel like in game her hair is either very winona-ryder-in-heathers or like,,, a layered shoulder-length bob? i haven’t decided yet. she keeps her hair pretty much the same throughout her entire journey.

once celestia is opened up via kristen, halestrom sends nora along because he thinks she’ll benefit from studying celestia tech. the engineering feats and advanced celestian tech are a dream for nora. originally nora and kristen don’t really cross paths, but they meet up every once in a while.

once morganthe makes herself more known, near the end of the world, they run into each other more often.

the same thing happens in zafaria, although nora’s not super active there. for the most part what happens is she chills in celestia, but occasionally kristen calls nora up and is like ‘yo, you down?’

once kristen gets to avalon, nora follows and nora is immediately like ‘oh hey i like this a lot’ and goes with. there’s something about avalon that calls to her? she learns her swordsmanship in avalon

they both go through all of avalon together. at this point nora and kristen and morganthe are like. definitely familiar with each other, and seeing morganthe in the past definitely has an impact on nora. before this, nora was pretty much focused on her studies and inventing and storm magic and shit, you know? as she learns from kristen and takes cues from her, nora realizes morganthe is like, uhoh. then realizing the morganthe was a student just like she and kristen were??

she turns 16 in zafaría, 17 near the end of azteca

azteca goes Rough. like Rough rough. despite celestia and zafaria and Avalon, Azteca is like. Azteca is to nora as malistaire was to kristen. it’s bad. but kristen is with her and has gone through this and they persevere. nora is devastated

khrysalis.... hoooo boy khrysalis. kristen’s been noped out emotionally since midway through avalon honestly, but azteca was devastating for nora. meeting dyvim and then immediately seeing him sacrifice himself so they could continue in khrysalis. woof.

she turns 18 in khrysalis

khrysalis is a lot of spy work and sabotage and, well, it’s hard for nora at first. she’s a pretty direct and upfront person so this doesn’t come naturally to her. kristen isn’t good enough at acting for it though so it’s up to her to sell their cover effectively. hence her interacting more directly with dyvim. they bond over swordsmanship. (yes this is me slowly trying to get to dyvwiz)

khrysalis… happens. (fill in more details once i go back and do khrysalis again)

for all that nora is the better saboteur of the two, she’s a bit caught up in trying to spy for the first time in her life. she’s better at it than kristen but she’s so focused on keeping their cover that she doesn’t catch on to how much leeway zaltanna gives them. kristen catches on a bit earlier, i think.

shadow magic kinda sucks and nora hates it. having to confront the entire azteca thing in order to learn about shadow magic…. lemon juice in the wound

morganthe has been… well, honestly seeing morganthe in her final form was horrifying and learning what the spiders did to her was also horrifying. nora can’t recover, really.

also grandfather spider what the fuck??? nora has a lot of her worldview shattered and remade in those last few months/year when she’s learning about that. she knew grandmother raven existed from her friends in grizzlehrim but like. it didn’t really click you know!? and now she has to deal with his edgy kids

19 in polaris

at some point i have to fit in mt olympus which happens after azteca… maybe between khrysalis and polaris?

#wizard101 #w101 #wizzy101 #wizard101 fandom #wizard101 headcanon #me trying to outline all of this shit in an attempt to eventually chronicle it all in a fanfic #m #sol's lore #also apologies this is very messy and repetitive and not very comprehensive lol #char:kristen #char:nora #sols lore