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wynnefic · 3 months

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FEBUWHUMP 2024 PROMPT LIST

this year's prompts were chosen through a suggestion poll (in which we recevied 2,281 prompts) and a subsequent vote, where over 1,000 people voted for their favourites. the top 29 make up the core prompts, and a mixture of the next most popular - and this blog's personal favourites - have become the alternates

i’m so excited to see what you all create with these prompts, and hope they’re inspiring enough to trigger a whole month’s worth of creativity for you! if you have any questions, please check out the blog's faq before sending an ask, or check out the previously asked questions on the blog!

please note: this year, notifying the blog of completionist status will happen through a google form that will be released closer to the end of febuwhump.

full write-up of prompts and rules under the cut:

FEBUWHUMP 2024 PROMPTS:

DAY 1: helpless

DAY 2: solitary confinement

DAY 3: "bite down on this"

DAY 4: obedience

DAY 5: rope burns

DAY 6: "you lied to me"

DAY 7: suffering in silence

DAY 8: "why won't it stop?"

DAY 9: bees

DAY 10: killing in self defence

DAY 11: time loop

DAY 12: semi-conscious

DAY 13: "you weren't supposed to get hurt"

DAY 14: blood-stained tiles

DAY 15: "who did this to you?"

DAY 16: came back wrong

DAY 17: hostage situation

DAY 18: too weak to move

DAY 19: "please don't"

DAY 20: truth serum

DAY 21: unresponsive

DAY 22: "you weren't meant to be there"

DAY 23: presumed dead

DAY 24: "i'm doing this because i care about you"

DAY 25: waterboarding

DAY 26: "help them"

DAY 27: left for dead

DAY 28: "no... not like this"

DAY 29: not allowed to die

ALTERNATE PROMPTS:

is there a specific day’s prompt you don’t want to fill? here are ten alternatives you can switch them out for!

ALT 1: human shield

ALT 2: "i love you"

ALT 3: found footage

ALT 4: human weapon

ALT 5: cpr

ALT 6: immortality

ALT 7: last words

ALT 8: killing game

ALT 9: lightning strike

ALT 10: last man standing

RULES:

SOFT RULES:

prompts should be answered in the form of whump

creators can produce whatever kind of media they want

you don’t have to complete all the prompts! you can create however much you want to

you can use the prompts after the event ends and can complete them in tandem with any other event

you can post on any platform you want, however this blog will only be sharing those posted on tumblr

if you want to be featured on the hall of fame then you have until the 3rd of March to inform this blog that you completed all the days

if you have questions consult the faq before asking

HARD RULES: (specifically for being featured on the blog)

when uploading febuwhump content to tumblr, please use the tags:

febuwhump (i’ll also be checking febuwhump2024)

the relevant day’s tag e.g. febuwhumpday1, febuwhumpday2…

nsfw (if relevant)

and any trigger warnings that may be important!

you can also tag the blog, @febuwhump

i cannot guarantee your work will be archived on the blog because I have no idea how many participants there will be. a random selection of works tagged in accordance to the rules above will be reblogged every day of february.

#fandom events #multifandom

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wynnefic · 3 months

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Tag Meme

Thanks for the tag, @mau-creates! Welcome back to the site 😄

Last song listened to:

Whispers - Halsey

Currently reading:

The First and Last Adventure of Kit Sawyer by S.E. Harmon, m/m romance with an Indiana Jones twist

Be Useful by Arnold Schwarzenegger, memoir, audiobook read by the author

Currently watching:

Sasaki and Peeps, in which tired late 30s office worker Sasaki adopts a cute bird and finds his life turned upside down when the bird is a reincarnated sorcerer from another world

Currently obsessed with:

Cherry Magic, in which upon turning 30, the main character develops the ability to hear the thoughts of people he touches, and he learns that his coworker has a crush on him. Super cute! The manga and anime were a delight, but I'm not as into live action

Tagging:

Anyone who wants to do the thing!

#tag meme replies

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wynnefic · 4 months

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Murder Mayhem: Flash Fic Exchange

A quick and dirty flash exchange full of murder(ous) mayhem. Because why not start the new year with some proper chaos? Isn't it time for your fav characters to commit a little murder, as a treat? :smile:

Minimum is a 300 word fic, posted to AO3 and gifted to the recipient, avoiding your recipients listed DNWs and containing one of your recipients requested Fandom + Relationship + Freeform murder tag.

This is a flash exchange. As such, participants are not guaranteed gifts. Works will reveal on the final date even if there are outstanding fics. Late treats are welcome!

Rules/FAQ: https://deusexchange.dreamwidth.org/758.html

Tagset: https://archiveofourown.org/tag_sets/18280

Schedule (UTC): Jan 1: Nominations Open Jan 4: Nominations Close Jan 4, 12 PM: Sign-Ups Open Jan 7, 12 PM: Sign-Ups Close Jan 7-8: Assignments Go Out Jan 14: Works Due Jan 15: Works Revealed Jan 20: Creators Revealed

#fun!#fandom events

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wynnefic · 4 months

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happy new year 🥳

^ my sparklers from 1AM today.

What a wild ride it's been! A bit of navel-gazing about my writing and life this past year under the cut.

I wrote 4 one-shots in 2023🥳

Work-Life Balance of the Master of Death, a Sirry time travel fic that I started years ago for an old Sirry server challenge and polished up to post. In truth, I'm not the biggest fan of time travel for this pairing when the time travel eliminates the godfather/godson element (why I haven't read most of the marauders' era time travel Sirry classics!), but I had a great time with this take. Harry as this skittish cat that Sirius keeps trying to invite inside.

Next was Ctrl-Z, a Harry/Loki crossover fic. I originally began this in 2022 for a prompt, then scrapped it in favor of the idea that would become won't you be my. I wasn't sure how to get the Loki/Harry going in this 'verse and was debating making it Harry/Tony instead, but then Loki barged in and the idea of Loki taking typing classes tickled me.

Matched was written for the Sirry summer fest, a cute everyone lives post-war fic in which Harry gets tired of Sirius' denial and consults with a matchmaker. Of course, all paths lead back to Sirius. I'm not sure if I quite hit the nail on the head with this story, so I might try exploring Sirry + matchmakers again one day.

Lastly was accidentally in love, a Tumblr prompt that ran away with me for two days. I'm very partial to a Minister Riddle and I love giving him problems, especially in the form of an irresistible Harry Potter. I find love potions fascinating in the HP world -- the decisions, the ramifications, the obsession -- although this is a fluffy take that's light on the actual potion itself.

And that's it! I also posted two oneshots that I'd written in previous years and had just never made it onto AO3 (You're a Wizard, Stiles & A Tale of Two Women), but I feel more disconnected from those since it's been years since I wrote them.

I stayed in comfortable, tried and true fandoms, and in pairings that I've spent a lot of time exploring previously. It was a low word count type of year (the lowest since 2011, in fact!) and while a part of me is nostalgic about the passion I used to have for writing, it's not really where I'm at in this season of my life.

IRL, it's been a wild year! Full of ups and downs and all arounds. Promotion at work, new building, trade show, more responsibilities. My first cruise (Bahamas!). Spending time with the fam and the fam's adorable dog. Meeting old friends in person for the first time. Brief but fierce obsession with Interview with the Vampire. Some recurring health issues. Hiking, berry picking, weed pulling. My first ren faire dress-up. Moving and the delight of now having a dishwasher (magic). Ten year school reunion. Getting into tarot and meditation. Reading a bunch of great books (KJ Charles continues to delight). Old friends and new ones.

This blog isn't too active anymore, but I do hope to post some more nonsense on occasion this year when the passion strikes. Can't let myself forget my fandom roots! If you'd like, you're welcome to come join me on Discord; it's where I mostly spend time online these days.

All in all, I'm excited to see where the new year takes us. I wish all the best to you all. Let's have an excellent 2024!

#dear universe

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wynnefic · 4 months

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For fic title- may I ask for ~ First come, first serve~ Tony Stark/Justin Hammer?

Charity event! So I’m imagining them on the youngish side here, trying to clean up their images by personally taking part in an event that hands out toys to children during the holidays.

“I’m not wearing a Santa hat,” is the first thing Tony hears upon arrival.

He groans and looks up at the top of the nearest Christmas tree. The angel is rather odd-looking. “I didn’t think you would be here.”

“I was here first,” says Justin Hammer, turning around. He’s wearing the Santa hat. It looks perfectly fine on him, though it makes his ears look big. He turns to the lady who’s holding up the rest of the Santa costume and says, “It would be weird to have two Santas, right?”

“I don’t like where this is going,” Tony says.

He’s right.

There’s not even any alcohol to make up for being forced into an elf costume. For the children.

The children who are, admittedly, enjoying this.

While putting on a show for the kids, Tony discreetly spends half his time glaring at Justin and is disgusted by how few glares he gets in return. As always, the man just gets way too into big events, especially when the cameras are pointed his way. Several times he even drapes an arm over Tony’s shoulders as he boasts about the new line of toys Hammer Industries is selling.

Tony only barely manages not to roll his eyes. On camera, that is.

“You’re just jealous that Stark Industries can’t compete with us on this,” Justin tells him, smugly.

Tony considers spending the next year of his life ditching complex electronics and only working on toys. “We’re making serious technological advancements.”

“Are you out-competing Build-A-Bear?”

“We’re not trying to out-compete Build-A-Bear.”

“Mm. Sad.”

It’s by the barest hair that Tony manages not to take one of the oversized candy canes to hit him with. Especially when Justin’s next announcement for the camera is how this event has only deepened the great friendship between them.

“We’ll be doing these events all holiday season together,” Tony tells the camera, facing Justin, who looks briefly panicked. “In fact, I’ve rearranged my calendar with all this holiday spirit — no parties, no events, only charity work for the remainder of the year.”

“I too have… decided to cancel on all the parties of the year…” Justin barely manages to keep the disappointment out of his voice. But too soon, he manages to shake himself out of it. “What an inspiring idea from Tony Stark! He’s so eager to spend time with me, his dear friend. Why, we were just talking about how the gift of giving has brought us closer as friends—”

Tony tunes out the rest of the nonsense as he wonders what he’s gotten himself into.

#my fic #ask meme replies #mcu #starkhammer #tony: surely coming onto him will end this #surely he will ditch the charity work then! and I will win #justin: christmas has come early

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wynnefic · 4 months

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Ask meme, Tomarry titles (sorry I sent so many! Just wanted to offer lots of different possible inspiration to choose from):

-Scheming (Like a Criminal)

-The Luck You Crave

-if I were to save you (would you do the same)

-if I could employ a little magic (that will finally destroy history)

-You’re Something Beautiful, a Contradiction

-I’m bad behavior (but I do it in the best way)

-It’s hiding in the dark (its teeth are razor sharp)

-Left You Love Notes on Their Headstones

-the awful edges (where you end and I begin)

These are all so fun! I'll go with It’s hiding in the dark (its teeth are razor sharp). Animals come to mind with this title and I'm going literal with it -- Tom would make an excellent sharp-toothed creature!

So let’s say that Harry grows up with two parents, loved and cared for, but he’s always sought out adventure. He inherits his mother’s endless curiosity and her adoration of magic, and his father’s tenacity and his propensity for getting into trouble. Rather than moving to Godric’s Hollow, the Potters settle somewhere in the vicinity of the Weasleys, and Harry spends his childhood roaming the countryside with Ron, Ginny, and Luna, having all sorts of adventures.

At Hogwarts, he’s still a bit of a wild child, never liking to sit still long enough for a full Charms lecture, his mind wandering when his body can’t. He learns of the mystery of Slytherin’s monster and the Chamber of Secrets, not opened since Slytherin’s time, from Nearly Headless Nick, and he knows he just has to find it. This is the most interested he’s been in anything at Hogwarts — it has been been a boring few months of his first year, trying to sit still when all he wants to do is spend his days exploring the castle. At least he has the nights and his dad’s cloak of invisibility!

Ron comes with him on some nights, but he’s not all that enthused by the idea of finding a chamber that no one has stepped foot in centuries. Better people have tried and failed, so. Harry doesn’t mind his lack of faith.

A year passes, then two more. Harry has various other side projects in the meantime, but he never forgets his quest to find the chamber. He searches rooms carefully, inch by inch, finding all sorts of hidden passages as he does.

It all pays off when he a sink in a girls’ bathroom opens before him. Without hesitation, Harry throws himself down the tunnel. His hands shake with excitement as he explores the chamber below. He can’t wait to share this place with Ron — but for now, it’s all his, this exciting, cavernous place.

At the far end, there is a statue, and the rather large opening to a tunnel. This time, there are bars. They resemble a cage, perhaps a prison. Cold, hard steel. They don’t budge at Harry’s touch.

“Hello?” Harry calls, feeling silly even as he does it. Nothing here would still be living since Slytherin’s time. It’s not possible—

Is it?

There is a sound. Faint first, then louder as someone — something? — nears.

From the shadows, a giant snake’s face looms. Its eyes are closed, its tongue is out.

Harry swallows. He’s spoken to garden snakes before; he knows he has this odd gift that few seem to understand. But never has he met a snake of this magnitude. A basilisk, he thinks, heart thumping.

“Hello,” Harry says, not averting his eyes. “My name is Harry.”

The snake nudges closer. Expressionless, as snakes are, but with a hint of something Harry can almost sense — interest. “Hello, Harry. You may call me Tom.”

#my fic #harry potter #harry making friends with basilisk tom 🥰#I am 100% imagining tom as an enemy of slytherin's who got himself imprisoned and forced into this snakey form as a punishment #he's been angrily hibernating for many years #and then harry! who is terribly enthusiastic about all this #tom is The Coolest Adventure he's had #something something they get tom back into a human body eventually and he's harry's hissing bff turned boyfriend #tomarry #kaavyawriting #ask meme replies

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wynnefic · 4 months

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For the fic title ask meme. HP fandom, title: "Stand with me, we'll fight the war". :)

At first this brought to mind for me Harry, Ron, and Hermione (eating cookies together in the tent and being all supportive of each other, but then I thought, this gives big Dumbledore vibes. It would be a great title for an introspective piece about Dumbledore and his relationship with the Order of the Phoenix. The addition and subtraction of Order members throughout the years, being betrayed and betraying, the slow spiral of hope and horror and grasping at faith again, running a school of children in the meantime and watching them grow up into a tumultuous world, trying to walk steadily with the faith of so many people on your shoulders. Absolutely would end with a funeral.

So: There is talk of closing Hogwarts in the first eruption of what will later be called war. For a short time, at least, until things are settled, until this figure from the shadows is brought to light. Several children are pulled from Hogwarts; their parents take them abroad. Albus argues for the school to stay open and he wins, but later, he wonders if this was truly the best thing to do. Hogwarts is no sanctuary, no sacred space. Each professor works tirelessly to keep it safe, but there is no keeping the war out completely.

It enters, seeps through the gaps in the stones. It is in the prejudice that ebbs and flows, in the schoolyard fights that grow vicious, in the worry that shows in the seventh years’ eyes as graduation looms.

It is in the way that Albus looks at the seventh years’ Defense scores and closes his eyes, weary. He knows which would do best in the Order; he knows which Moody will recruit from the auror pool for specialized training, then invitation. And he wonders which funeral he will attend next, and it is clearer than ever that the war’s foothold grows surer.

“Too many would-be aurors in my career advice sessions,” Minerva tells him, and it isn’t tea that she is pouring. She doesn’t make him ask. “James and Sirius included.”

Albus isn’t surprised. “They’re skilled, quick-witted. They would make excellent aurors — given time.”

He meets Minerva’s gaze, but doesn’t manage to hold it for long. There is little he can say; the future arrives day by day, too fast and too certain.

#ask meme replies #my fic #tozettastone #harry potter

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wynnefic · 5 months

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ask meme if you're still doing it!

accidentally in love

If you haven't had enough of Tomarry I would be thrilled. If you have had enough of them, whichever pairing you'd like!

Hm, so let's say it's a Minister Riddle AU. He's handsome and eloquent and yes, maybe a bit evil, but have you seen his Witch Weekly photoshoot? Gorgeous. Anyone can excuse the occasional odd disappearance for those cheekbones. But, being so gorgeous and accomplished has its perils... such as receiving so many love potion/spell attempts that he's a regular sight at the Harry's private little clinic.

The first time it happens, Tom seeks out St. Mungo's. He's barely out of Hogwarts, working a dead-end job, but the sudden necessity of needing to buy his own food has left the lines of his face in a more defined form, and he's never been unaware of his good looks. It's a hazard of working in Knockturn Alley, Borgin said, Tom's first day on the job. Keep a lookout.

Tom is eighteen. His occlumency is shaky and rudimentary, but his will is strong. He makes it to the doors of St. Mungo's through sheer determination. He almost turns around several times to seek out the shop girl of the neighboring store, almost loses himself in adoration, but he catches himself each time. He's not the type for this all-consuming love.

The wait at St. Mungo's is an hour, by the end of which Tom is shaking with suppressed emotion. All of them, a maelstrom of nonsense. He can barely breathe.

He is cured with the first potion, then prescribed a regimen of the antidote, just in case there's a relapse. The bill is almost enough to send him into that relapse.

Borgin has a hearty laugh at him, once he gets the story out of Tom. "You went to St. Mungo's? Honestly, they don't teach you anything in that school of yours, do they?"

"I could hardly prepare an antidote in that state," Tom manages to reply. He's still mentally calculating the number of shifts it will take to pay off that bill.

"Not what I meant."

Borgin ushers him out of the store and locks it behind him, then shuffles down the street, further into Diagon Alley. Eventually, he stops in front of a small, shabby storefront. The sign is too faded to make out, but Tom recognizes a few of the carvings of medicinal herbs decorating the wooden door. They step inside silently, no bell above the door.

"Slughorn," Borgin yells out.

Tom takes half a step back. He's had quite enough of--

"Fuck off, Borgin," yells a voice, but it's not that of his old Potions professor, thank everything.

This man is roughly the same height as Horace Slughorn and the family resemblance is there, but his hair has gone mostly gray and his manner is brusque, not obsequious. It's a relief.

"What do you want? You don't look as though you've suffered another murder attempt."

"Give it time," Borgin says, with more good cheer than Tom has ever seen from him. "This is the shop boy Burke brought in. He's coming to you the next time he gets love potioned. Show him the bag, kid."

Tom grits his teeth, but he's still on the clock. He hands this Slughorn the bag of prescriptions, which the man peruses, opening one of the small vials to smell it.

"They go all out, don't they?" this Slughorn says. He sounds approving. "An excellent fleece of the general population." He hands the bag back to Tom. "Useless after the initial dose, but do proceed with the regimen. You paid for it, after all. My name is Ewis Slughorn."

And that's that. Tom trades two of his prescription vials for a physical, then another vial for what Ewis calls a better late than never cleansing of the love potion that Tom was conceived under. He doesn't offer any unneeded sympathy at the way Tom cannot muster a reply to the news.

"Common enough," he simply says, and gives Tom a better occlumency manual than the one he found on Borgin's shelves. "Chin up. This will help. Return it to me in a month or I'll come collect it myself."

Tom returns the original, but not before making a copy for himself. He thinks Ewis probably knows, probably approves, anyway. He sees Ewis yearly after that, plus the occasional extra visit when needed. He gets better at avoiding love potions as time passes, but he's never been able to avoid conflict quite so easily.

The years pass, as they are wont to do. Ewis gets an apprentice and claims he'll leave the whole clinic to him one day.

"I'll have to start going to St. Mungo's," Tom says, watching this Harry break a vial in the other end of the magically elongated room.

Ewis chuckles. "He'll do me proud."

Unfortunately, Tom has to agree. Harry is perhaps lacking in the finesse that Ewis has gained over his long years--gaping at Tom when he steps through the private floo for his yearly visit--but he's good with the patients, and he's eager to learn, and he has no love for St. Mungo's, where he took his training before spending a rotation in Ewis' clinic, and returning there when he had his license. A Gryffindor to the core, Harry believes in affordable healthcare for everyone. His rants are passionate, charming, perhaps moralistic, but he can hardly help it, what with being a Gryffindor.

The clinic has other employees, but only Ewis has treated Tom, likening him to a cat who will flee if the wrong person approaches. It's not long before Tom lets Harry cast the spells, grumbling about how Ewis is taking too long in his old age.

"You see it now," Ewis only says, and invites him to tea. It's hardly a standard practice for a healer, but Tom is hardly a standard patient. He's senior undersecretary now, a half step away from the minister's seat.

Harry joins them, disrupting a decades old tradition, and Tom doesn't mind. They discuss Ewis' purchase of a small wizard-made island in the Bahamas.

"I didn't know you were paid so well," Tom says, raising an eyebrow.

Ewis sips his tea. "I called in a favor or two. Borgin and Burke are already there, setting everything up. I might give them the boot. It's no retirement if I have to listen to their arguments."

"You would be bored otherwise," Harry says.

Ewis doesn't disagree. "You'll both visit me, of course."

"Yes!" Harry's excitement is clear. "I've never been outside of Britain. My aunt and uncle went on a few vacations, but they left me with Mrs. Fig, my neighbor. And after Hogwarts-- who has time to go on vacation during healer training, anyway?"

Tom shares a look with Ewis. Tom has never lacked in motivation, but he has never seen the world with the same bright-eyed enthusiasm of Harry Potter. Harry, who lost his parents young from the dragon pox outbreak of the eighties, who pursued healing with bull-headed determination with the help of his two best friends (who went into other disciplines of healing), and who leaves Tom oddly hopeful for the next generation of the wizarding world.

Several years later, Tom is minister of magic, and he still returns to the same Knockturn Alley clinic, though it's been a long time since he went through the front door. The floo dims behind him as Tom settles into a rarely used private waiting room.

Harry doesn't take long. His robes are rolled up to his elbows, his hair close shaved. As per a recent letter, he'd gotten tired of dealing with his hair. It doesn't suit him, but without the hair in the way, Harry's eyes are very bright.

"I'm suffering from an affliction of the love potion variety," Tom tells him. "Or so I've been told. It came up on the ministry's scans, but I don't feel anything different."

This was unsettling enough as it was. It's been a long time since Tom was a teenager swaying from Amortentia; he is learned and capable and his mind is a steel trap. Yet when he looks inside, no highest form of Occlumency finds the manufactured love within himself.

Harry hums, casts a spell. His movements are smoother than when Tom first met him. It's been something, seeing him grow, even as Tom's chest had an ache or two about Ewis' retirement.

"That's not it," Harry murmurs to himself. He casts another spell. Then another, and this is when he nods. "There it is. Your admirer is surely pulling out all the stops. Did the aurors already...?"

"A few suspects come to mind. I intended to wait until the potion tried to sway me in order to determine who it was, but it hasn't managed it."

"Ah." Harry rummages through a shelf, then hands Tom a vial.

A glance at the label. Much stronger an antidote than Tom expected. "Is this correct?"

"The love potion itself is fairly strong. Even if you aren't as affected as you should be, we'll need to clear it from your system." Harry takes a seat, spins in the stool to face Tom. "There are two possibilities. Either the potioner didn't add the pearl dust, which is unlikely given the strength of the potion and the expertise needed to brew on this level, or."

Tom downs the antidote. His trust in Harry is strong, but also guided by Harry's healer's vow, and the even stronger vow Tom had him take when he began treating Tom. "Ewis was a poor influence on you. No need for dramatic pauses."

There can't be much that Harry hasn't seen or heard in his capacity as a healer, but for the first time, Tom sees a bashful air to him. "This class of potions don't affect people who are already in love. That's all. Sorry -- I know you're a private man. I didn't realize you had someone in your life. You haven't mentioned them."

Tom is tempted to scoff. "There is no one. I've been married to my work as long as you've known me."

Longer, too, before Harry had entered his life. Those days feel further away than they should. Little by little, Harry's presence encroached on Tom's life; first to exchange letters for Ewis' retirement party, then to discuss medical breakthroughs in the news, then simply because. Romance has never appealed to Tom in the way that people used to think it should, but even the most enthusiastic of romantics have quieted down as the years have passed and Tom has never appeared with a plus one. Only the occasional deranged stalkers remain.

"Do you reckon the potion considers love for work a form of love?" Harry says, thoughtfully. "It's unusual, but if anyone could manage it..."

But this is a step too far even for Tom. "No, work leaves me satisfied in my power, not feeling butterflies."

"Then it must be someone else," Harry prods. He's nosier than usual about it. He's never asked.

The landscape of human emotion often confuses Tom, even with many years of experience, but no one has ever called him a slow learner. Once his attention is called to a problem, he devotes not inconsiderable brainpower to solving it. And in this case, the solution is obvious, if surprising.

Perhaps this is how Tom Riddle falls in love: by accident, without realizing it until it is far too late. Ewis would laugh at him. Ewis will laugh at him. Tom has organized his life to suit himself; now he must revise his five and ten and fifteen year plans in a way that makes room for this love inside him, until the love clears its way out of his system. But he has a feeling that it won't; it took root in him in the same way the most passionate of his obsessions have taken root, unnoticeable until it was too late.

Tom asks Harry to run the spell again.

"All clear," Harry says. "Do you... are you alright? Do you need anything?"

"Dinner, I suppose, is how this is meant to start." Tom stands and deposits the vial of antidote in the trash. "Will you be joining me?"

Harry nearly trips in his haste to say yes. It is gratifying, and it washes away the embarrassment of having not realized these feelings sooner. Perhaps it is for the best; Harry spends dinner radiant in the knowledge that he is loved, and Tom enjoys seeing him this way. True understanding of love might still elude him, but this feeling is good enough for this class of potions to call love, and it is good enough for Harry, and this is enough for Tom.

#ewis totally laughs at tom the next time he sees him #smug laughter #his apprentice and his favorite patient? amazing #my fic #anonymous #ask meme replies #harry potter #subtly wrapping up the prompt meme weeks later whoops #tomarry

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Harry Potter Rec Fest 2023 ❄️

Harry Potter Rec Fest is a reccing fest celebrating our favorite Harry Potter works! It'll run December 1st - December 31st.

Rules & Guidelines - here or here

There will be a prompt for each day of the month.

◦ You may choose any fanfic that correspond to the prompt. ◦ You do not need to participate every day. ◦ You may combine prompts from another day of the month. ◦ And, you may rec more than one fic per prompt.

Here are the links to the prompts:

Day 1 - Day 16 Day 17 - Day 31

No AI generated content.

All eras, genres, ships, characters, associated Harry Potter media and then some are allowed.

If you are reccing a Mature or Explicit work, you must be 18+.

If you want the blog to reblog your rec, please tag @hprecfest and #hprecfest2023.

We will not be reblogging posts that link to a Wayback Link/Google Drive/One Drive/and the like. You may still rec and talk about the deleted works.

We follow fandom rules around here - YKINMKBYKIO (Your Kink is Not My Kink, But Your Kink is Okay), DLDR (Don’t Like;Don’t Read) and SALS (Ship and Let Ship). We will not be reblogging posts that talk negatively about another ship, character, and/or writers.

If you have any questions, send an ask! Or you can email at [email protected]

Have fun! Let's gush over the fics and authors we love!

#fandom events #harry potter

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Fic title meme: *Spiked Heart* - Tomarrymort, or wolfstar

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Tomarrymort, I choose you! So spiked makes me think of spiked potions. As such: time travel AU! We start with Harry in Tom Riddle's fifth year potions class...

It was with great frustration that Harry had realized over the past month that Horace Slughorn's personality had lightened with age. All the drama and flourish and ass-kissing that the man brought to Harry's sixth year presented itself tenfold in his younger self. More pressingly, his potion-making standards, already too high, had decreased during his time pretending to be a couch and quivering at the thought of Voldemort.

I'm going to fail this class, Harry thought, staring at the board. He didn't even understand a quarter of the words; only the fact that no one complained led him to believe the instructions were written in English.

To be fair, Harry's goal in the past didn't include passing Potions, but it was embarrassing, seeing as he was two years older than the other students.

"Now, any volunteers?" Slughorn asked, stepping away from the board. He held up a lightly bubbling potion. "Not to worry; it tastes quite chilly. Not dissimilar to strawberry ice cream."

At the front, a hand raised into the air. Tom Riddle was a teacher's pet. Harry, with long habit, slouched down in his seat. He slouched further when Slughorn, with his usual enthusiasm, suggested Harry as the second volunteer. Harry made his way slowly to the front of the class, hoping that Slughorn would choose someone from a better family instead; he couldn't possibly want two nobodies to taste this potion of his, could he?

"Excellent," Slughorn said, passing them each a vial. "Drink up!"

Harry peered at the board. "This is... a cheering potion?"

"Made by yours truly last night," Slughorn replied. "And, soon, by you as well."

Harry sighed. After a beat, he downed the drink.

By his side, Tom took his time, not drinking until after Slughorn added, "As inspected by my best student, of course."

Which was... Tom Riddle. Harry breathed through the sudden onslaught of regret; he didn't feel anywhere near cheerful. Certainly not when Tom drank his vial and Harry's chest clenched in response. Tom smiled, looking certainly cheerful, and took Harry's hands in his. He said something inane out loud about his hopes for friendship. Meanwhile, a connection locked in place. Harry would know; he had enough of them, already.

"Now, who are you, Harry?" asked Tom's voice in Harry's head. His lips didn't move. "Let's find out."

Harry didn't answer. Instead, his annoying tag-along, previously napping during a boring class, said in a raspy, hissing voice, "What an interesting day. Hello, Tom Riddle."

Mentally, Tom reared back. "That isn't you. Are you possessed?"

"Only a little," Harry said, this time aloud. "Sorry, professor. There's been a mistake. Riddle is talking in my head and I'm not too cheerful about it."

#my fic #harry potter #anonymous #ask meme replies #poor harry #I'm imagining this as a 'verse where harry finds he has a horcrux #and is like I don't want to die #what if time travel shenanigans instead #tomarrymort

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