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I saw a propt on insta and now this happpened
Ok, so I was scrolling on insta the other day and found this prompt about an autor who got sick or hurt or something and was about to d¡e.
Thing is that the characters on their book try to save them and the one who is more eager to help is the villain.
Now, that's great, but then my fanfiction-addict arse started to think.
AU. Modern Era. Harry Potter. With Severus Snape as the autor and Tom M. Riddle as the villain and them completly ooc.
Then everything kinda went crazy.
I imagined a scene were Sev wakes up in his hospital room, maybe in the middle of the freaking night and sees this person there, but like, he cannot make them out until they get closer and when they do he recognises Riddle asap.
Then, they both start talking. You know, the old, what are you doing here? How are you here?
Then Tom explains that he was the only one who got to this world, the others were probably still trying, but...
Point is, if Sev faded, so would the word he was creating. That would be until he finished the story.
Then maybe Tom tries to convince/threatens Severus so he would give him a good ending.
Severus says no and Tom kinda blows up.
Sev dosn't really react to the outburst, he knows this time is more bark than bite.
Tom pretty much plummets in the chair next to the bed and Sev explains to him that even though the story still lacked an epiloge, the last chapter was already sent to the editor and was pretty much irreversibly part of the saga.
There is silence, of course. Sev really needs to process the madness that is all that. Tom needs to come to terms with the fact that he is basically doomed.
Tom is the first one to speak.
"Can I at least know what will happen?" He sort of demands-pleads.
Severus answers with a sigh.
"I can tell you that the chapter ends with your plans ruined and you being taken by the aurors."
"Typical" the villain scoffs.
Severus chuckles, unable to stop himself and quite unconcerned about it.
Tom sighs. Then thinks about something else that has been nagging his brain for the past couple of weeks he has been there.
"Who am I here?" He blurts out of the blue, for Severus, at least.
"What do you mean?"
"Every person that is related somehow to you in this word is nearly a copy of someone in my world," he explains. "Sans me, apparently."
"Oh, that," Severus smiles. "No, you won't find anyone like you here. All the main characters in your home are based on people I know except you. You are the only one I fully created."
Tom opens his mout to reply but finds himself nearly speechless, not so much for what he was told, but because of the apparent warmth he was being addresed with.
Severus then frowned and pursed his lips. A painful grimace takes over hia face as realisation hits him. He closes his eyes and breathes deeply before looking at the man in front of him.
"I'm so sorry, Riddle."
Tom blinks before getting back his wits and replying with the most nonchalance he could muster. "It's not your fault you cannot change the end now," he said shrugging as a bonnus.
"Is not that," said the autor. "All the things I put you through without knowing..."
"If it wasn't you, it would've been someone else," replied the other.
"How so?" Now Severus was curious.
"It's complicated..." sighed the villain while leaning on the chair, a hand slightly pulling at his hair in exhaustion.
Getting the hint, Severus just nodded and dorpped the topic.
"And who are you? In the story, I mean..." asked Tom then.
"Oh! I'm Tobias Snape."
"The potion profesor?" inquired Tom with a frown. Both eyebrows arched at the answering nod. "You don't look like him."
"I guess not," chuckled the other.
"You don't act like him either," stated the man sitting on a chair, watching as the autor downrigth laughed at his last comment.
Then the man smiled sadly as he explained. "I guess the way I wrote the people in the book are the way I percieve the people in here."
The pause after that was tense and Tom could not help himself.
"Shit! You need therapy!"
Tom actually cringed at what he said and the expression on the other man's face. That until Severus burst out in damn giggles.
"I knew you were blunt, but...!" he tried to say beetwen chuckles.
"And who's to blame, huh?" replied the other, failing in supressing a smile.
"Who else have you met?" asked Severus suddenly.
Upon looking at him, Tom reached the insane conclussion that Prince was not worried, he just wanted to know.
"I think I met pretty much everyone." Whatever face he made after speaking must have betrayed his thoughts, if Princes' wince was to be considered. He shrugged before replying, reminding himself in his head that this person definitly knew what an asshole he could be. "Honestly, Lily is way more pleasant in my world. James and Sirius though...," he didn't try to hide the disdain in his voice. "I have never met someone so unpleasent, and that is saying something! You went too easy on them!" By that point, Severus was chuckling again.
Like this they spent hours, comparing people and stories of their worlds.
It was a bit outputting meeting someone for the first time with that person already aware of every little detail of your life. Even more so when said person did not run away.
Eventually, they didn't have anything else to talk about, and Tom still had to go back to his world. Severus could read it in his eyes, the moment Tom was readying himself to go, to give him some parting words before leaving.
"What if...?" Asked Severus suddenly. He licked his lips, overly conscious of the attention Tom was giving him. "What if I could give you a way out?"
"But you said you can't change the story," replied Tom, confused.
"I also said that the epiloge is still unfinished." Severus started tangling his fingers on the blancket draped around him, nerviously trying to think of anything that could-. His face lit up with a smile. "I cannot make you win, but I can make you scape."
Tom clenched one fist, hope swelling in his chest while he tried to keep it down.
"There is nowhere for me to go, Prince."
"Call me, Severus," blurted out the other without thinking while reaching for the notebook and pen on the bedside table oposite where Tom was sitting. "And you are rigth, there's nowhere in your world you can go, that's why you will start anew in whatever world you choose."
Tom's mind was spinning. He had already accepted the fact that he was done. Now he may had a way out, but it felt surreal, too easy. Heck! He didn't even had that much hope before reaching the building they where in. Besides... "I could only make it here because you were about to pass!"
"I can make another way. You know I can," said Severus, frantically scribling with his pen. "A portal that will take you wherever you wish to go, where noone will ever be able to follow..."
Tom tried and failed in speaking a couple of times.
"Prin- Severus," amended, remembering the other's words a while ago. "Why are you doing this?"
Severus finally left his notes in favor of the man sitting next to him. The dejected and confused expression he found told him more than anyone could belive.
Riddle was not expecting to be helped. He probably never did.
Of course he never did! Severus was well aware of the reason- of the reasons Riddle had to not trust him or anyone else, really.
Severus smiled warmly at Tom. "Did you know you were always one of my favorites?"
Tom watched unable to reply, as Severus' hand tangled briefly in his hair (too briefly).
That's how, in the end of the story, Tom was able to open a portal to a world unknown to any other person in his. Noone knew how he did it and the reserch was lost forever, a last tiny victory for the nearly convict.
Severus stayed a week to be checked. His 'magical' recovery was on every news you'd find.
When the time to leave came, the nurse told him about his family in the lobby.
Lily must have gotten out of work early.
Walking to meet her, he was disconcerted by the lack of red hair in his view.
He looked around, willing the universe to free him of the posibility of Lupin being the person offering him a ride home.
"Ready to go?" asked a voice behind his back.
He turned so fast that the world lost focus for a second before he met the eyes of the man leaning agaist the wall, already carring a bag with severus' belongings.
"Riddle?" he whispered desbelieving.
"Call me Tom," answered the other with a half smile.
Severus huffed a laugh while aproaching him, leaning in to retrive his bag. The other swung it over his shoulder and out of his reach, walking towards the exit so the autor would follow.
"Don't think that I'm not happy to see you," started Severus. "But why are you in this world again?"
They made it to a car. Tom retrieved the car's key from his pocket and Severus chose to adress that later.
"You tell me," snarked the ex-villian while putting Severus bag on the back of the car.
"I wrote for you to go wherever you wanted to go," Severus tried to explain and understand himself.
Tom only hummed blandly and opened the door of the car for Severus to get in.
He then walked around the car and got in himself, settling in the driver's sit and igniting the engine.
"I wanted you to start again where you cuold enjoy your life... wher you could be-" he cut himself, feeling sad all of a sudden. Did he fail Tom?
"I know," Tom interrumped his depressing thoughts.
Severus looked at him, only to be met with a small, yet warm smile.
They got to a red ligth and the car stopped. Tom reached out and, hesitanly interlaced his fingers with Severus'.
Marveling at the sight that were their hands togethet, Severus was finally hit with realisation.
He looked at Tom and smiled openly at him.
The light changed to green and Tom let go of Severus while asking for directions. They had to get home.
Psycho Delic: Oh please, you wouldn't hurt a fly
Megamind: You're right
Megamind: Because a fly is an innocent, unsuspecting creature that never knowingly did anything to anyone
Psycho Delic:
Megamind: You, however, I would maim
Megamind, getting out of a car: thanks! See you on Monday!!!
Minion: WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN???
Roxanne: WE THOUGHT SOMEONE KIDNAPPED YOU
Megamind, sipping an iced coffee: oh, yes, that men kidnapped me.
Minion: and you're gonna see him on Monday????
Megamind: yes, because he's a therapist and he wanted to torture people changing their happiest childhood memory into a nightmare
Megamind: but we spent like four hours trying to find a happy memory of my childhood (there's none) and he was actually very concerned about my mental health so we made a deal.
Megamind: He does not kidnap anyone else and I go to therapy on Mondays. Everyone's happy except for me, therapy sucks.
Minion:
Roxanne:
Minion:
Roxanne: at least he's going to therapy....
tired: mermaids are all women
wired: much like elves, merfolk are mistaken by sailors for being all women because they have long hair and are very pretty
Everyone was panicking. The Avengers had just received a ransom video showing Tony in the hands of some HYDRA kidnappers. They were currently rewatching it, hoping to find some clues to where HYDRA was keeping Tony, as JARVIS couldn't locate him.
"What'cha watching?" a voice over Steve's shoulder said, startling him.
Behind him stood Tony. Steve couldn't do anything other than gawk at Tony, who, other than a few scrapes and bruises, looked completely fine.
"I guess you didn't want to wait for us to rescue you," Bucky remarked.
Tony grinned. "Where would be the fun in that?" he said.
Pitch Black Headcanons/Analysis/Ramble/Nonsense?
Never ask someone who made a Pitch Black kid rotg oc for their Pitch headcanons.
(Jkjk party time)
This one's gonna be less of a list like the Jack posts and more of a ramble so let's gO
Alright, so first of all, there's two different origins for Pitch- one in book canon and one established for the movie canon in Johanne Matte's (one of the movie artists) unofficial comics. The book one is the one most people use, where Pitch was once a man named Kozmotis Pitchiner and was possessed by fearlings or shadows or the like.
Very neat, but I actually am much more intrigued by the characterization found in Matte's comics. These indicate that Pitch is a somewhat cryptid or eldritch sort of monster, pure primal fear, and existed before humanity; it also establishes that Pitch and some other primal, pre-humanity spirits became fascinated by and drawn to humans' imaginations.
If you want to create or justify a Pitch kid oc, both this backstory and this weakness for storytellers could do it without trying to weave in book canon to make Pitch a character that would have children. Just say he met a particularly enchanting storyteller, and bam, you have a basis for your Pitch kid oc. That's what I did. (You're welcome- lol jk)
Now, you could argue this is semi-canon, or canon-adjacent, and not a headcanon of mine. HOWEVER, this and one other comic Matte did (wherein Jack meets an ancient, wild spirit called Old Hills) DO lead to a headcanon of mine, which is this:
There are two types of spirit. The first kind are deeply tied into the essence of the wild and the world, like fear, forces of nature, and death. Pitch is a Primal spirit. The second kind are Chosen spirits, given power by the Man in the Moon, who coexist with humanity and represent their legends, their stories that make them so unique and powerful, and the ways that humans perceive the world and natural phenomena. Mythological figures that explain weather, or folk tales like the Guardians, are Chosen spirits.
Oh hey look I do actually have a list for y'all-
If a spirit and a human have children, those children are mortal until they earn their own powers.
Primal spirits and half-Primals have scent glands for marking their territory all over their bodies. I.e., Pitch is actually a cat.
Pitch's teeth grow back in rows, like a shark's. The back rows are very small.
Pitch likes to enjoy a cup of warm apple cider and a good book now and then. During spooky season, especially, he gets to relax a bit because humans are doing a chunk of his work for him.
Pitch likes mystery novels.
Pitch's greatest worry, if not fear, is people who become so numb that they no longer have any solid, deep fears themselves.
Pitch finds human psychology genuinely fascinating.
Pitch is a good artist.
Pitch is a dog person.
Pitch really likes seafood.
Citing my sources here:
Headcanon Time
Pitch is a dramatic bastard who knows how to bluff his way out of a bad situation. His 'defeat' in the end was totally faked
Hear me out
Onyx, earlier during the tooth palace scene, must've sensed the fear Pitch felt when the boomerang was thrown at him. What was he reaction? Turning on him? No. Getting him out of there. The nightmares also came to check on him after Jack blasted him out of the sky. They show no signs of being fickle enough to turn against him.
Also, the nightmares are not really threats (whole diff headcanon), and they dragged him to his,,,,, home. Like telling a teenager to go to their room. 'oh no, not the place I prefer to be anyway.' So man got dragged into his lair, by his own almost harmless minions who do care about him, conveniently right when the guardians have him truely defeated.
Here's what really happened.
Pitch, apon Jack saying "Looks like it's your fear they smell." Has a realization that he has no more cards up his sleeve. He's lost. He gets a strike of panic because oh shit he's lost. Considering Sandy's treatment of him earlier and Tooth punching him, the guardians would not treat his defeat kindly.
So he runs, his nightmares, as they do, pick up that he's genuinely afraid and are like "oh shit, daddy's in actual trouble, we gotta get him home." So that's what they do.
Pitch, being his clever self, feigns struggling and fear of his nightmares to convince the guardians that there's no need to continue to go after him or worry about him, because he's getting his due punishment. He closes the lair behind him, both as a way of reaffirming that assumption, and to obviously keep the guardians from coming after him.
I mean come on, he obviously controls the entrances to his lair, there's no way Jack wouldn't have found that entrance before in his 300 yesrs, so Pitch made it specifically to lure Jack in.
Obviously, the guardians are shoot first, ask questions later kind of people. They function based on first assumptions and haven't been known to think particularly critically. Pitch bets on this and makes a plan around it multiple times. He knows how to take advantage of it.
He's a dramatic little shit, and a kid who's very good at worming their way out of trouble.