u/ProvokeCouture

Space battles can pulse-pounding and fraught with loss of limb and life but what if a different battlefield was chosen to determine who won a war?

Today's contestants: Romulans bring their Ale, Klingon bring their Grog, Humans bring their Everclear.

It's a battle of the Spirits. The last combatant still conscious is the winner.

(This scenario could work for just about any fandom.)

Minerva and the other Heads were tired of the girls complaining about the boys relentlessly trying to get in their knickers despite the girls' rejections to their advancements.

"What do you recommend, Min?" Filius inquired.

Pursing her lips, a stray thought bubbled up prompting her trademark kitty cat grin, "I've got it."

The punishment was simple and fitting. If any boy was caught pursuing a girl who denied his advances and failed to heed their rejection; that boy would then be forced to wear a copy of that girl's knickers. "You wanted to get into her knickers, here's your opportunity. You will have no other undergarments for a month or until you've learnt your lesson."

"Why Harry?" Hermione complained to her misbehaving boyfriend after walking into the infirmary after the latest Quidditch match against Slytherin where Harry lay in 'his' bed with multiple injuries. "What is it with you and dangerous stunts?"

Harry grinned sheepishly, "Well, you know how most people have a little angel/devil combo sitting on their shoulders telling them what to do. In my case, I have a caffeine-fueled badger with a flamethrower on one side and a psychotic squirrel armed with a can of pepper spray on the other. I just can't help the ideas they come up with."

Hermione rolled her eyes and stormed out muttering how she was going to research safety and first aid charms seeing as how likely and often they'd be needed.

"Why Harry?" Hermione complained to her misbehaving boyfriend after walking into the infirmary after the latest Quidditch match against Slytherin where Harry lay in 'his' bed with multiple injuries. "What is it with you and dangerous stunts?"

Harry grinned sheepishly, "Well, you know how most people have a little angel/devil combo sitting on their shoulders telling them what to do. In my case, I have a caffeine-fueled badger with a flamethrower on one side and a psychotic squirrel armed with a can of pepper spray on the other. I just can't help the ideas they come up with."

Hermione rolled her eyes and stormed out muttering how she was going to research safety and first aid charms seeing as how likely and often they'd be needed.

4 year old Briallen Potter saw her daddy lying in bed with an ice pack on his head. She knew, even with her limited experience, that daddy was sick. Briallen decided right then and there that she was going to heal her daddy!

She clambered to her feet and toddled down the hallway to her playroom where her favorite toys were. She lifted the lid to her toychest and rummaged around until she located her favorite stuffed animal (an otter) and her baggie of Legos, plus a couple of brightly colored books from her shelves. As a last-minute addition, she pulled her blanket from the bed and carried her collection back to where her daddy was.

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Harry lay in bed feeling like garbage. He had a temperature of 101° (F) and a headache. Hermione was busy in the kitchen and he distantly wondered where their daughter was. He felt Briallen’s tiny hand tugging on his covers and looked down to see her worried face. He noted the stuff in her arms. “Whatcha got there, Munchkin?”

“It for you cuz you sick,” she replied as she pushed her collection into his hands then scampered off again.

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When she returned, Harry spotted her ever-so-carefully carrying a plastic cup in both hands; the contents occasionally sloshing around and making her pause. Bringing up the rear was a amusedly smiling Hermione whose face broke into a wide grin at the sight of him surrounded by Briallen’s toys.

Briallen proud at being able to carry the cup all the way from the kitchen without spilling a drop, handed over the cup of juice and ‘ordered’ her daddy, “You get better now.”

Harry obediently took the cup and drank it down and handed it back. “Thank you, Healer Potter. I will get better now thanks to you.”

4 year old Briallen Potter saw her daddy lying in bed with an ice pack on his head. She knew, even with her limited experience, that daddy was sick. Briallen decided right then and there that she was going to heal her daddy!

She clambered to her feet and toddled down the hallway to her playroom where her favorite toys were. She lifted the lid to her toychest and rummaged around until she located her favorite stuffed animal (an otter) and her baggie of Legos, plus a couple of brightly colored books from her shelves. As a last-minute addition, she pulled her blanket from the bed and carried her collection back to where her daddy was.

Xxx

Harry lay in bed feeling like garbage. He had a temperature of 101° (F) and a headache. Hermione was busy in the kitchen and he distantly wondered where their daughter was. He felt Briallen’s tiny hand tugging on his covers and looked down to see her worried face. He noted the stuff in her arms. “Whatcha got there, Munchkin?”

“It for you cuz you sick,” she replied as she pushed her collection into his hands then scampered off again.

Xxx

When she returned, Harry spotted her ever-so-carefully carrying a plastic cup in both hands; the contents occasionally sloshing around and making her pause. Bringing up the rear was a amusedly smiling Hermione whose face broke into a wide grin at the sight of him surrounded by Briallen’s toys.

Briallen proud at being able to carry the cup all the way from the kitchen without spilling a drop, handed over the cup of juice and ‘ordered’ her daddy, “You get better now.”

Harry obediently took the cup and drank it down and handed it back. “Thank you, Healer Potter. I will get better now thanks to you.”

I had a great idea for a potential story. The pair break the fourth wall and discuss their "Guide for Writers Should They Find Themselves Stuck In A Self-Insert Position" book with their 'audience.'

Tips and advice on everything from navigating muggle Britain, how to enter the Leaky Cauldron and Diagon Alley, Gringotts, buying things, currency exchange, Hogwarts, learning magic, character backgrounds, relationships, age/gender-appropriate situations, etc.

Think of it like a travel log for intrepid adventurers looking to step away from the usual 'I know everything that happens and actively work to alter the events in a way that ultimately ruins the story and gets abandoned three chapters in.'

All of the advice is gathered from what they, as the characters, have noticed in those failed attempts of storytelling. Other characters join in occasionally as the situation warrants it (ex. Draco drops by to expand upon some details that only apply to the purebloods.)

At the end of this gathering, you as the writer suddenly wake up from the 'strangest dream ever' and get started typing.

(I'm currently busy with other stuff so I'll leave y'all this tiny prompt to mull over.)

What if the Trace normally put on a wand sold to the incoming firsties wasn't used to track them but to slowly alter their perception of Albus into believing him to be the next coming of Merlin?

Those in Slytherin are usually trained in the Mind Arts from a young age though, so the first time they start feeling positive towards him; they're able recognize the attempt and report it to their parents.

Our intrepid duo discover this secret during fourth year after Harry starts having doubts after the disastrous Champion Selection Ceremony when Hermione notices a strange haze encompassing his wand...

Harry was cackling at the haughty expression on Hermione's face. This itself wasn't unusual; she had a knack for turning his moodiness into hilarity. "You know what would make this funnier? Write an article and publish it in Potioneering Monthly. Snape obviously subscribes to it so it'll be funny when he gets that issue just to see if it cracks that stone-faced mug of his."

Hermione sniffed primly while slowly shaking her head in amusement, "You are strange, weird little boy, Harry Potter. If Professor Snape does do anything, he'd be more likely to assign me detention and deduct points. If you want to play that joke so badly, you publish the article."

Neville joined them on the couch, "What's so funny?"

Thumbing over to his girlfriend, Harry explained that she'd come up with an improved recipe for polyjuice. "It even tastes good."

Eyeing the pair, Neville asked her for the recipe. "I'm curious as to what's in it. Doesn't sugar make it useless?"

Reaching for her notebook, Hermione patiently explained that what Neville was thinking of was Wolfsbane. "Here we go...Tropical Caribbean Punch."

As she read of the instructions, Neville groaned when he got the joke, "Now I got it; the juice from five fruits make it 'poly-juice..." He playfully slugged a laughing Harry on the shoulder for dragging him into this latest batch of lunacy. "You guys need to get outside more often."

Harry was cackling at the haughty expression on Hermione's face. This itself wasn't unusual; she had a knack for turning his moodiness into hilarity. "You know what would make this funnier? Write an article and publish it in Potioneering Monthly. Snape obviously subscribes to it so it'll be funny when he gets that issue just to see if it cracks that stone-faced mug of his."

Hermione sniffed primly while slowly shaking her head in amusement, "You are strange, weird little boy, Harry Potter. If Professor Snape does do anything, he'd be more likely to assign me detention and deduct points. If you want to play that joke so badly, you publish the article."

Neville joined them on the couch, "What's so funny?"

Thumbing over to his girlfriend, Harry explained that she'd come up with an improved recipe for polyjuice. "It even tastes good."

Eyeing the pair, Neville asked her for the recipe. "I'm curious as to what's in it. Doesn't sugar make it useless?"

Reaching for her notebook, Hermione patiently explained that what Neville was thinking of was Wolfsbane. "Here we go...Tropical Caribbean Punch."

As she read off the instructions, Neville groaned when he got the joke, "Now I got it; the juice from five fruits make it 'poly-juice..." He playfully slugged a laughing Harry on the shoulder for dragging him into this latest batch of lunacy. "You guys need to get outside more often."

The villains of TNG (all seasons): Armus, Q, the Crystalline Entity, even the Borg (Kirk and Pike only for this one), Dr. Tolian Soran, etc.

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I remember that La'an came in contact with the child Khan, but how would she react to the charismatic leader we saw in Space Seed and Star Trek 2?

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You can use either the TOS or SNW Kirk as your reference, but please specify which one in your answer.

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