Corusant. Between episodes 1 and 2.

Imagine. You’re a newly knighted Jedi about to be debriefed for a mission with your two fellow knights and master Obi-wan Kenobi arrives with a little 13 year old Anakin trailing behind him who looks to have a sour expression over something. So Obi-wan begins to explain the mission to you and your friends.

But as obi-wan begins to gesticulate, talking about the politics and culture of the planet you’re visiting you notice the little golden-haired boy put on a very serious expression and begin to copy his master tit for tat. He ever got the beard stroke down to a science. You try to keep a straight face. You really do. But luckily your friend, Illumna breaks first, snickering. Obi-wan’s brow furrows in confusion, hands on his hips, “is something funny?”

The Padawan furrows his own brows, arms akimbo in a perfect copy and it’s just too funny, you break, bending over with laughter, and suddenly your two friends are cracking up alongside you. Obi-wan looks completely confused, looking around before turning around and staring pointedly at his padawan who stood in model deferential position, a look of pure innocence on his face before his master turned around.

“Anakin.” Obi-wan raised a suspicious eyebrow, “Why are my three jedi knight debrief-ees laughing in hysterics?”

Then there’s the night in the cells after their victory in scaring off the dragons and Stoick’s all proud, “my son! One day a dragon killer, I can’t believe it” to which hiccup sees his dad happy and alive and he… he has to tell him and be honest. Stoick goes through a whole span of emotions in a few minutes, but hiccup fills him in on the future, but Stoick doesn’t believe it. There’s no way. There’s like a whole convo about how “dad, you need to trust me if we’re gonna make it out of here alive.” So with reluctance stoick’s like “ok. What do we need to do?”

Jeering from the guards told them they’d be up against monsterous nightmares, hiccup concocts a plan. We try taming them into not fighting us, We collect their gel, and then later tonight we can use it to bust out of here. The bars are made of iron, but we’re only need a little bit to melt the lock, I can scrape my peg leg against the stone to create the sparks to light it. I’ll collect as much gel as I can if you can distract them, we’ll need it if we want to save my friend, toothless who was also captured

“toothless? What kinda name is that?” Stoick asks. “Well I suppose you’ll find out soon enough”

Bam. Arena style where they battle the dragons. The crowd gets annoyed after hiccup tames the dragons, stoick’s like “what the hell? That actually worked” bam. They get thrown back into their cells because their captors are pissed they won.

"I didn't know it was a kraken until it showed up. I just knew it was lonely. I was only trying to cheer it up."

"That's the only code word you need, my friend. World of Warcraft. You can get away with anything if you say it's all just World of Warcraft.”

"Yeah. Gnome-napped. It's a rough estate – no gnome is safe."

“We don't all get handed a sheep at birth, you know!"

“Hell, you could probably turn water into wine, can’t you?’ ‘I turned sprite into strongbow once, does that count?’”

“half an hour later, they both emerged from their room clean and scrubbed and ready to commit murder in order to acquire caffeine.”

“If you are messing with me, I will rip your liver out with my teeth,"

Merlin takes off his neckerchief

“A servant?”

Merlin puts on his scarf:

“MERLIN THE SERVANT?!?”

Merlin’s eyes turn gold:

Summary: What if Tom and Harry were fiancés but Harry ends up leaving and leading a rebellion against Tom’s little empire over the magic community.

•••

Harry’s glare could cut ice as he’s held at attention by a death eater, a smug Tom approaching.

“Harry, how lovely it is to see you again— regardless of the circumstances. You really have to stop with this rebellion non-sense, it’s ever so annoying” he reaches out and caresses the noiret’s jawline. Harry looks like he wants to bite his fingers off. “Although I must confess, you always were so very tantalizing when you fought me.” His grip turns cruel, “It was so much more fun to make you bow that pretty head of yours”

•••

“PEACE? ORDER? That’s what you think you’ll bring to the wizarding community??!?” Harry shouts, mockingly, “You couldn’t even separate your whites from your colors when you did laundry!!”

“For the last! fucking! time!! My Clothes are all black! It was your god damn laundry that turned your socks pink!!”

“FUCK YOU!”

•••

The cadet tried to make conversation, “… so… you.. and the dark lord? How did that work?”

Harry scoffed and ignored the question

•••

“Oh Harry,” he tutted, “im going to burn your little rebellion to the ground, maybe I’ll even make you watch as I kill off your friends.”

“Go to hell!” Harry spat

Tom continued as though he didn’t hear him, “of course, I could use them as leverage, I do love getting what I want”

“And what’s that?”

Tom smiled predatorily, “why-“ Tom got up close and personal, “having you at my side again, dear. I never did get to see you in white before you ran away.”

“What you seem to fail to realize is that Tom Riddle and Voldemort are in actual fact the same-”

“Yes, I know all about your smug little anagram,” Harry said lazily, yawning, despite the sudden raw ache in his chest. “Is there a particular reason in my room or are you just trying to temporarily pretend that you still have friends?”

Tom: “Genius, skilled, ambitious, and manipulative. My god it’s like looking into a younger mirror. Well, except for the networking. You don’t have many ‘friends,’ do you?”

Harry: “No. I don’t need friends”

Tom: “No..?

…

OH my GOD, you’re SHY, aren’t you?”

Harry, blushing: “NO.”

Tom: “OH MY GOD YOU ARE.”

*giant dragon approaching, about to kill the main cast*

1: “two, I have to tell you something before we die, I love you!! I’ve always loved you!”

2: “I love you too! But also I’m sorry! I need to confess that your waffle iron didn’t die because of the evils of capitalism, I was tired and accidentally put it in the dishwasher!!”

1, unholy screeching: “YOU WHAT??”

*One dead dragon later*

1, arms crossed, eyebrow raised: “so my waffle iron.” *looks pointedly*

he approaches a cute secretary with a button nose and she smiles upon seeing him,

“Here you go, Nancy, a cup of Joe, just for you”

She smiles and takes the warm cup, “thanks, Jim, you’re always so thoughtful”

But like, I kinda want his main motivation to be SPECIFICALLY because he wants the title of #1