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you were always number one (f.w.)

💌: in fred’s heart, you were always number one–if only he acted like it in the first place, none of this would’ve happened. 📝 word count: 3,130 words / fred weasley x reader / ☔️🌸 angst to fluff 💬: this is heavily inspired by hermione and ron’s situation at the yule ball! written for our fave freddie >:) i wrote this a bit differently, hopefully you guys enjoy it as much as i did writing it! 🎧: astronomy - conan gray [this version]

fred knew in his heart of hearts this wasn’t what he wanted. in his mind, things panned out much differently. he had the imagery of a fairytale-like scenario to unfold; you would walk down the steps in your beautiful dress, headed towards his arms to walk into the yule ball together. you would dance the night away, in his embrace as he made you laugh and you’d for sure make fun of his corsage but appreciate that he put in so much thought to match the colour of your dress, the beauty of your smile.

instead... the two of you are now standing outside in the open, grass beneath your feet. the ballroom behind fred, the trees behind you. fred’s stammering terribly over his words at the sight of you crying in front of him.

let’s... take it back a couple of beats.

thump. it’s the week before the yule ball. while the glamour falls upon the triwizards, especially having four than the usual three, it’s all the hype and buzz. for those who weren’t involved, the excitement for the yule ball takes the full swing.

you’re excited. beyond ecstatic at the thought of... of... your train of thought takes a break as you watch your fantasised date... asking angelina johnson to be his date.

thump, thump. it’s five days before the yule ball. dateless. well, not until a good friend occupies the space across from you. instinctively, you look up and–”ollie?”

“mind if i join ya?” oliver grins, already getting comfortable as he crosses his leg on the grass. you snort, closing your book on your lap as one of your stretched legs reach to kick his side, “you’re already joining me before you ask.”

“then i guess it’s natural for me to lead into asking if you would like to join me to the yule ball?”

ollie’s waving a hand in front of your face, smiling despite your confused face.

“m-me?” gulp. blink. “you can’t possibly–”

“what? you don’t fancy me?”

“ollie, that’s not what i meant–”

“you’ll go with me, then?”

“i–well–”

“as my best mate?”

you take the biggest sigh. this boy nearly gave you a fright. you didn’t have the emotional capacity to wonder if he actually had a crush on you but seeing that playful glint in his eyes, oliver wood’s had a knack for messing with you. maybe that’s why you two were best friends. speaking of...

“you nearly gave me a heart attack, ollie! maybe start off with that sentence, next time!”

“oh, so there’s a next time, then?” ollie taunts, hurriedly getting up from the ground and he’s bolting for it when he can tell you’re about to smack him in the head. or kick him some place where it hurts.

“get back here!”

“will you give me your hand for the taking, then?!”

“fine! just let me hit you first!”

“alright, c’mere!” oliver swiftly turns around and catches you to fall onto the ground. despite the onslaught of hitting that oliver takes to the chest, the both of you soon laugh after, excited to go as best friends just to have a good time. you weren’t going to lie, it made you feel a lot better knowing you would be having a fun night with someone who cared about you. you can see it in oliver’s eyes but what you couldn’t see was the pair of brown ones watching from a distance, pained.

thump, thump, thump. two days before the yule ball. the chair in front of you is being pulled out in the quiet of the library. looking up, it’s–”freddie...”

“you’re one tough cookie to find, y/n.” the ginger head chuckles as he settles down, glancing to your notes before back up to your face. you blink at him a couple of times before managing a smile. you can’t quite decipher the look in his eyes and... neither can fred. on his end, he has no idea what he’s doing. he doesn’t know if this was him being impulsive or if he had calculated what to do, what to say.

being here in front of you, he felt at ease but... he felt nervous.

nervous with what he’s about to ask.

"could i ask you something?”

you nod.

“say... do you have a date to the yule ball?”

you nod again. he playfully huffs.

“what? not gonna let me hear your voice, now?”

you won’t admit it but fred’s nature made you feel less tensed. it makes you chuckle out of habit. feeling a little at ease.

“yes, mr. fred weasley. i have a date. as do you, i assume?”

he frowns,��“what’d you mean?”

“you’re going with angelina, right?”

fred failed to hold back his thoughts, quickly chipping back: “and you seem excited to go with ollie, i assume?” at his words, though you have nothing to hide, it makes you hang your head low as you avoid his gaze. he carefully shifts forward, trying to lean down to get a glimpse of your eyes. “are you?”

“what does it matter, anyway?”

fred lets out a sigh.

“so... you weren’t gonna take up my offer?”

that makes you furrow your brows. he sees you’ve forgotten. he doesn’t remind you verbally but somehow looking into his eyes, his words echo in your mind. the reminder that if the two of you didn’t have dates, he offered to go with you.

surprisingly–not–it strikes a chord in your chest. painfully strumming on your heartstrings. as if this was a joke. as if your... your feelings were a joke. that’s what it felt like. fred watches as the look in your eyes change. the shift scares him. not knowing what was about to hit him.

“is that all i am to you, then?” you sounded sad, so sad. fred can’t pick up the hint quick enough, can’t find the words to reply with when you’ve pinned him down with: “am i just a last resort to you?”

fred gapes, eyes widening at the implication even if... even if he... even...

he only processes what’s happening when you’ve quickly packed up your things and you’ve made a move to stand. panicking, he reaches across the table to grab onto your wrist, having a couple of seconds rooting you in place when you gaze down. how tight he’s hold onto you, wanting to make things right even though he didn’t know how.

fred watches as you remove your hand from his grasp, bidding him goodnight and leaving the library. he doesn’t know how badly he’s messed up until you’re far away.

thump, thump, thump, thump. ten minutes before the yule ball began. dates were uniting at the bottom of the staircase, by the entrance of the huge doors. fred’s nervous for the wrong reasons. angelina’s trying to calm his nerves down, ushering him things will be alright, they’ll fall into place; they always have for you. for fred. it’s just... a small bump in the road.

angelina’s gasp is what reels fred to gaze towards the stairs, where his breath gets caught in his throat watching you begin to descend the stairs. it’s a pretty colour on you (anything on you looks beautiful), your hair with tiny accompanying flowers pinned to your locks and... and you’re... walking towards oliver wood who has a matching corsage tucked into his coat pocket.

fred’s still mindful of angelina, turning back to her but she gives him a nudge towards your direction. whispering a soft it’s okay, go! when he does build up the courage, all you do is pass him by, another guy hooked onto you as you head in.

thump, thump, thump, thump, thump. it’s almost the end of the yule ball and oliver’s no fool. past the attempts of trying to forget, oliver’s still a good friend who can read you like the back of his hand. he lures you to the side and gets you a drink, a breather, a thank you when you look into his eyes and he knows.

“you’re gonna want to head out for a bit,” oliver murmurs past the music growing softer, mellow dance music starts to fill the ballroom and you nod. even though you know you’ve held a tough front, it’s still so hard. you’ve been dreaming of the yule ball since... since chatters and rumors filled the hallways of what if’s and who’s going with who began. the playful push and pull you and fred had... or what you thought you had... it was driving you mad.

“i’ll be back later, okay?”

oliver nods, easing the glass cup away from your hands so you can step out to take a breather. he watches as you walk along the sides and find a door to step out towards the grass and head towards the trees on the field. when he gazes back to the dance floor, he swears he sees a flash of ginger darting across and he just knows you’re not alone out there.

thump, thump, thump... sniff, muffled liveliness from the ballroom, heavy breathing... fred stands a couple of steps from you, watching as the tears fall from your eyes and your desperate attempts to stop crying. he hates how you still look breathtaking with the beauty of nature enveloping you, a gorgeous backdrop. you... you hate in your guts how your stomach somersaults at the sight of fred out here with you, the sight of the ballroom and twinkling lights behind him like a bokeh effect.

yet, you felt pathetic. you felt... a lot of things, being in this moment with him.

“are... are you alright?” fred knows it’s a weak and feeble attempt but he’s trying.

you don’t answer immediately. taking the time to breathe, to blink away the hot tears stinging your eyes, wiping your face with the back of your hand before you can glare at him to ask: “what does it have to do with you?”

perhaps it’s well-deserved. perhaps... he should’ve seen it coming. perhaps... fred weasley was simply in denial. in denial he could feel this much for a person, that maybe he was in it alone. that maybe, maybe selfishly, he was testing the waters so he wasn’t the only one who fell hard, alone.

“i care about you. i... i always have and–”

“then why?”

fred’s stumped again, shaking his head as a sign he doesn’t follow.

“why would you treat me like a last resort?”

at your words, fred’s furious. furious at the implications he’s mistakenly allowed you to assume. everything comes crashing down so fast, fred hadn’t realised he’s speaking before his mind stops him.

“you’re not!” his voice is louder than usual. he notices when you flinch, but the anger has gone to his head. he can’t stop now. “you were number one–the only one–you and only you.”

“you didn’t ask me!”

“i didn’t know you would go with ollie!”

he knows he’s hit the wrong nail when your face contorts with confusion. you visibly try to suck the tears in as you turn on your heels, willing to run from him. he watches as your hands grip onto your dress to lift the fabric up, body half-way turned from him. his heart stops, mind going blank; cold, static starts to ring in his ears to do something, fred weasley.

he’s allowed you to escape once. he’s not about to let it happen again.

just as you face the sea of trees ahead of you, you manage to take a couple of big steps to create a distance between you and fred, the arms that envelope you in holds you in place. literally... maybe... emotionally, too. the sound of surprise leaves your lips, a choked breath, the tears still trickling down as you slowly look down to see fred’s arms around you.

when you don’t shuffle away but instead lean into his embrace, fred lets out a shaky exhale and first whispers: “i’m sorry.” at your silence, fred feels like it’s an admission to listening to what he has to say. he feels you shaking in his grasp but... somehow moulding against him as your eyes flutter shut, breathing evening out past the sniffles and possibly blocked nose. he takes this opportunity to start talking.

“i... it’s going to sound absolutely shit but i asked angelina out because i was afraid to ask you.” he feels your body tensing–within good reason–but you don’t interrupt. your hands, gently placed over his covered arms around you, giving a small squeeze for him to continue. so he does. “i was afraid. afraid that you wouldn’t see me the way i see you and it’s... it’s such a coward move but i did it anyway.”

fred’s able to turn his cheek, just a little to get a glimpse of your side profile. even more of your face is revealed to him when you try to have a look at him, softly asking: “w-what about angelina?”

he sighs at you, “could you stop worrying about other people for a few minutes? you’re always so worried about the people around you that you–”fred stops in his tracks when you look away from him, huffing. it’s like you know what he said without him saying it.

with a deep breath out, fred retreats his arms from you to carefully turn you around. when you oblige and keep your eyes glued to his chest, fred gently grabs ahold of your hands. they come within your peripheral, admiring the way your hands fit in his so... so naturally. fred brushes the back of your hands with his thumbs, and it takes you a couple of seconds to realise he’s speaking.

“i’m so sorry for the way i’ve made you feel. and i’m sorry for giving you the impression that i thought no one would go to the yule ball with you. that would be mental considering i thought nearly half the castle would’ve asked you out.” fred only chuckles when you lightly kick his shin, well-aware of his jokes but you know fred genuinely thinks that based on his tone. over the years there had been one or two admirers but nothing more. they were just... admirers–reaffirming the one you wanted to be with was the same one holding onto your hands.

“i would like to redo my chance with you, if you’ll let me.”

fred can’t believe you have the nerve to be this adorable at a time like this because all you can think about is: “now?” your voice gives out to a soft crack, almost like a whine, "my makeup’s... i look ugly now...”

he scoffs a laugh, using one of his hands to cup your cheeks to brush away the couple of tears on your face. soon, he’s easing away the frown with a thumb that gently pokes the corner of your mouth. “you’d have to be mad to think i don’t think you look stunning. whether you have mascara or–what is that called–whatever that’s staining your face–”he ignores you when you gasp i have a stain on my face?”–because you could be dressed up in feathers and i’d still think you’re the most beautiful thing i’ve seen.”

you give him an answer with the way you lean into his palm, eyes lingering on his before they flutter shut. your erratic heart calms, the nerves eases ever so slightly when fred leans in to press a kiss to your forehead. almost immediately, it grants you to open your eyes and your heart somersaults when fred’s on one knee, a rose in his hand as he gazes up to you.

“y/n y/l/n, would you do me the honours and go to the yule ball with me?”

fred doesn’t poke fun at you with the tears welling in your eyes and the small frown on your face that still does nothing to your beauty. with the moonlight casting down on you and the angle fred looks up to, you look like an angel. cruelly holding him captive without trying, hooked around your fingers without effort.

you sniff, lightly wiggling your hand in his grip, the other nervously grasping your dress, “it’s almost the end of the night...”

“means there’s still time,” he grins, shaking your hand gently, “c’mon now, i’m not getting up until you give me an answer...”

fred knows you can’t wait long, especially when he’s down on one knee. he watches you debate on testing him but he knows you too well. too well that he’s rising to his feet the second you whisper of course i would. he allows you to accept the rose from his hand, only to maneuver your arms to put them around his waist where you’re able to admire the rose from over his shoulder as he tucks you into his embrace.

the silent of the night accompanies the pair of you, the glow of the moon and the muffled music from the ballroom behind. he’s aware that this isn’t him getting off the hook just yet (and he plans to make it up to you) but right now, with your head resting by his neck, arms loosely hugging him as you two quietly sway to the music you two can barely hear, fred wants to make the most of it as he closes his eyes and feel your warmth against him.

it might’ve not been the way he thought yule ball would’ve gone down but he wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world even if it was just the last ten minutes with you.

((”you would think he’d have it in him to ask her in the first place,” angelina chuckles, with oliver in tow as her ‘new’ date.

“eh, good to know fred’s got one weakness.”

“d’you think we should tell the others?”

oliver thinks about it as he watches you at ease in fred’s arms. eyes fluttered shut, peaceful. for the first time, fred looks like he’s the calmest as he could be and oliver feels this kind of radiating warmth from within; two of his good friends, finally where they should be despite... a couple of bumps on the road. it seems like angelina knows oliver’s answer in his silence... that his vocal answer comes later to solidify her assumptions.

“nah, we’ll let them figure it out on their own. doesn’t look like it’s gonna take long for them to break the news.”

on cue, fred manages to spot the two of them from a distance. his shit-eating grin comes to view but it doesn’t faze oliver or angelina, only bringing out chuckles as fred playfully waves. when you notice something odd, fred plays it off by easily turning you around to avoid their gazes.

“cheeky prat.” angelina scoffs.

“as if you expected anything different.” oliver snorts.))

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leascorner · 2 years

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f.g.w. | Muggle au

Summary: In a world without magic nowadays, Fred would be a nurse (HP Muggle au).

Pairing: Fred Weasley x reader

Warnings: Co-workers to friends to lovers kind of trope, written at second person singular (you), a few swearing, mentions of: food, life-threatening injuries, blood, alcohol consumption, probably inexact medical facts and inaccurate descriptions of the UK’s health system. Reader gender/look is not described.

Word Count: 4.5 k

A/N: One day while commuting to work, I thought of what kind job Fred would have if there wasn't any magic in this world, and came up with this. I only see him being a nurse, you can't fight me on this. Also, I have had this in my draft for like 10 months and only finished it today, so here it is!

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Muggle!Fred would work as an A&E nurse.

Growing up, he had no idea what he would do but he knew what he wouldn’t do for sure – sit at a desk eight hours a day, five days a week.

So, when it was time to take a decision onto what he would do with his life, Fred applied for art or music degrees because these were the only subjects that he saw himself practiced out of school and for which he was pretty good at.

However, a few days before the end of the applications, Ron – his younger brother – got in a serious accident that had him on cardiac arrest a few minutes after his hospital admission. Fred had not witnessed the accident, but – like the rest of the family – he came to the hospital as soon as he heard the news. He watched in awe the medical team bringing his brother back to life and later on, back on his feet. He had never encountered people so dedicated to their work and to the people. Even years later, he could still remember the names of those who saved his brothers.

It shook him so much that without even really thinking about it, and without telling anyone as well, he applied to a nursing school just as the applications were ending…

He eventually got in and surprised everyone by graduating with flying colours.

Never did he ever regret it once; Fred absolutely loved his job.

He liked the absence of routine, the chaos of the emergency rooms, all the different people he would meet, the feeling of being helpful and of having a positive impact on somebody else’s life.

Fred being Fred, he was the bubble of joy of the A&E service.

Most of the medical staff would have this kind of morbid sense of humour – talking about the job, the medical atrocities and disgusting details they saw.

However, Fred knew better; he would joke around a lot, to dedramatize a situation for the patients, to release some tension for the medical staff but always about lighter subjects like politics or how awful the head of the hospital – Professor Snape – was.

Of course, he knew how to be serious when the time was right.

He never thought he could love his job more until you showed up one morning.

Your arrival was literally worthy of a soap opera.

You were the newly graduated doctor whose contract was starting on the first of October and on your way to your very first shift, you had witnessed a car crash for which you immediately came to help.

Fred swore it was déjà vu when you arrived at the A&E in an ambulance. Your hands were burrowed in the patient chest and your white shirt was covered by blood.

The head of the A&E nearly had a heart attack when he saw you straddling a patient on the stretcher twenty minutes before the official start of your contract. Even more so when everybody on their first day must undergo through the hospital induction process.

Instead, you spent your whole morning caring for the patient you had come with.

The exam room you were in became the centre of attention. The news quickly made its way through all the other hospital services; everyone wanted to have a look at the new doctor. All the A&E staff – including Fred – went to watch you through the glass doors like an animal in the zoo. And what a pretty specimen you were.

Later that day when the patient was finally stabilized, you tried everything to avoid doing the most likely very boring induction. At that time, Fred was the only person working at the central desk and you tried to bribe him into assigning you a new patient.

As the A&E was running slow that day – except for the car crash situation, Fred made it a point to show you around like the gentleman (or flirt) he was, but he was cut short by another incoming trauma.

He would never forget the excited look on your face when you asked if you could join in – even though you weren’t authorized to.

By the way, you did end up doing your induction on the day after – eight hours straight of back-to-back never-ending meetings; that day ranked high in the Top 10 of the worst day of your life.

You became part of the team very quickly.

You were sweet and extremely observant and skilled; every single member of the staff appreciated you.

You worked on some cases on which Fred was the assigned nurse.

You discovered how good of a nurse he was – so caring and extremely good at grasping each patient personal and medical situation.

You knew he would have been a fantastic doctor if he had wanted to, but he always laughed it off stating he was not that intelligent.

Only you came to learn he was very intelligent indeed, simply not academic.

One thing that you were particularly impressed by in Fred was how good he was with kids.

You never knew how to act around them.

Most of them being extremely intimidated by doctors, it was extremely difficult to deal with them when they were in pain or worried about all this new environment – the fact that their parents were literally freaking out because their kids ended up in the emergency rooms also did not help.

Fred on the other hand was a natural.

He would explain whatever was going in understandable details to the teenagers, make balloons from surgical gloves for the six to nine years old kids or give lollipops – he always had some in his pockets – to toddlers to distract them from the needles or the doctors.

One time, he even gave you one after a particularly long work shift.

Over the course of time, Fred became one of your friends from work.

You did consider him as a friend even though you only saw each other at work or hung out in an environment related to your work – the canteen, the bar next to the hospital where the youngest members of the team met at least once a month, the break room, ...

As for all work friends, you knew the basics about his personal life like his birthday date or how he hated with such passion pickles or how the traffic to his place was horrible when he was working a day shift.

You also knew everything about his professional life: where he studied, his previous experiences, how he ended up working at the A&E… He was one of the few people you had encounter during your short career to which you wanted to resemble so much. He was always so good at grasping the cases, so dedicated to the patient’s care. It really was a bliss to be working with him.

So, when you were both working different schedules, your workday just wasn’t the same.

You would miss his cheerfulness and his jokes.

Crazy how you’d miss one person, and your world feels empty, right?

Work shifts with Fred were really something else.

He would always make sure you – and everyone else on the team – was doing fine. It was like he was making sure the team was at his best for the patients – and it wasn’t even his role.

Like that one time where you had taken covering for a sick colleague after your night shift:

“Incoming!”

Fingers pressed to your temple to try and get ride of your fatigue headache; you didn’t even look out for the patient being brought in by the paramedical team. It wasn’t your turn, and you still had all your paperwork from the night before going for your morning rounds.

You had the most horrible night, running all around the place to treat an emergency after one another. You did not have even one minute to breathe, let alone pee, or eat. It had left you on your kneecaps, you could only think of your bed and 12-hours of sleep. So, of course, when you heard one of your colleagues couldn’t make it for the morning shift, you offered to take over it.

“Tea for the lady.”

Your eyes left the binder in front of you to the man that had put a cup of tea on the stand. It was Nurse Weasley, the one and only. You weren’t sure how he had known you would still be working at this time, but you were infinitely grateful he had brought you a cup of tea, just how you liked it.

You smiled to thank him before leaning on your chair and bringing the cup to your mouth. He watched you contently sighing after drinking some of your hot beverage. In one second, all the worry on your face disappeared. Your hair was still in a mess and the bags under your eyes were a good indication of how much sleep you did not in a long time. Yet, you were still radiant.

“Long night?”

“You have no idea.”

It simply was a full moon night and like every of those nights, things got pretty busy at the A&E. People were drinking more and inevitably getting into much more fights. You had spent your whole night treating broken hands (because people definitely did not know how to throw a punch) and probably got puked on like what- Eight times?

Fred nodded, leaned on the counter of the central desk and casually sipping on the cup of coffee he had brought for himself. He had this mischievous grin on his face. One he only wore when he was up to no good.

Putting down your cup, you closed the binder in front of you and decided to procrastinate this task to later in the day, because you knew you were in for a treat.

“Cheer up, lovely. I am here to make it all better.”

During the flu epidemic that sticked around very late that year, you both started to grow closer.

The A&E was literally a war scene.

So many patients. So many stretchers. Literally everywhere.

When the staff started to get sick too, you both started to pick up extra work shifts resulting in you working 72-hours shifts, sometimes even more.

Fred was designated interim chief nurse after the actual chief nurse – Madam Pomfrey – got sick.

He run the A&E masterfully and still checked multiple times a day on every single member of the staff, making sure they had eaten enough or that they could take a quick nap. Forgetting to even do so himself.

So, when you finally had five minutes for yourself for the first time in days and you got to the break room to find the only bed left already taken by Fred, sound asleep, you just turned around already ready to go work some more and to let him sleep in peace.

However, he was quick to call your name and make room for you in the single bed.

He cuddled you as soon as you laid down and fell back asleep, his head in the hollow of your neck, before you could even speak a word.

It then turned into a habit, even after when the A&E was back to normal.

You would often take fifteen-minutes naps together during your 24-hours work shifts.

After some time, you both found the perfect position to sleep; Fred laid down, yourself in between his legs, your head on his chest, his arms wrapped around your waist to secure your position, your hands in his hair massaging his scalp.

It was always the best fifteen minutes of sleep of his day.

After that, you were the straight definition of work besties.

Never one without the other.

As such that people were getting to you to know where Fred was.

You would make such a dream team that it was an unspoken rule at the A&E to let you pair up any time you had a common shift.

Your writing was so messy sometimes (oh, the joy of being a doctor), other staff members would get to Fred so he could read it for them.

If you two weren’t working on a case together, you would be at the central desk: you trying to write your observations in the patient folders while Fred was filling up the nurse carts and making hilarious impression of Professor Snape at the same time.

When you weren’t working together at the same time, you would hide snacks in his locker because if it was one thing Fred loved more than his job and his jokes, it was food.

Your relationship grew to a little bit more than just friendly co-workers when he invited you to his birthday party – well, Fred’ and his twin brother’s birthday party, but you only understood that part when you arrived at Fred’s address early to help setting up the party and was greeted by someone identical to Fred yet still different, George.

“Oh! Did I forget to mention this… detail,” Fred stated with the biggest grin you had ever seen on his face.

Little did you knew, he enjoyed being simply Fred at work. He loved his brother and their relationship. However when he started nursing, he discovered a whole other new world. A world where he was a complete unique person.

And, selfishly, he really liked it.

You came to learn he was very close to his twin brother as they lived together. You spent a lot of time discussing with George while helping to set up the party.

Them together was the definition of trouble – you knew Fred would laugh about everything, but with George and surrounded by a friendly crowd, he was definitely something else.

All night, Fred made sure you were comfortable with everything – introducing you to all his friends, checking in on you after you both loose each other in the crowd (yes, their 80 squared meter flat was fully packed), filling up your glass when it was empty and still making sure you drank water too.

You met his whole group of friends – among them, his best friends from high school: Lee and Angelina.

You were probably asked about a thousand time how long had you been with Fred.

As in together, as a couple.

Because Fred, in his natural habitat and a little bit (too) tipsy, was very touchy-feely. Arm wrapped around your shoulder. Hands tied when he tried to get you both through a crowded area of the flat. Head resting on your legs when you were sat on the couch and he was sat on the floor.

Though it did surprise you at first, you couldn’t help the tingly feeling in your chest.

At the end of the party, as both of you were slouched on the sofa, you felt exactly where you were supposed to be.

And it was everything to you.

After that, you started to hang out outside of work more.

However, it was never only Fred and you. No, you always were with George, Angelina or Lee. You introduced him to your own friends. You even met Ginny, the twins’ sister and the country greatest football prodigy.

As if never of you could dare to think of what could happen if it was just the two of you.

You would meet up at any chance you’d get: to test out this cute little brunch place that just opened at the corner of the twins’ flat; to go see that last Tom Cruise movie; to have a drink at the Leaky Cauldron.

Fred always kept you close, arm wrapped around your shoulder, making sure you were alright in any situation.

It was clear to everyone that it wasn’t only just friendship.

At work, the pinning, that was until then quite subtle and most of the time hesitant, became very real.

He would shoot you that smile across the room, just because he liked to see how you would become hot and flustered in an instant.

He would write you little notes that he would put in your patient folders and that you would only see when you are in front of the patient. It would always make you blush, and stutter like a teenager.

You discovered a whole new side of him; Fred knew what he was doing, and you would gladly let him do whatever he wanted of you.

You realized you were totally falling in love with him you were during your summer paid time off, later that year.

The night prior going back to work, you had spent a horrible night. Tossing in your bed, unable to sleep, from the nervousness and the excitement. It was because of the fact that you were going back to work, but also because of you would see him.

You and Fred had been texting every single day of your time off and you also spent literally hours facetiming each other when you were away.

You also spent the whole two weeks off being teased by your friends for acting like a stupid young teenager in love, literally with your phone glued to your hand, to which you always replied by keeping quiet and rolling your eyes. It wasn’t that bad, was it?

Yet, for no reason, you still feared that the next time you saw Fred, everything would have changed.

Woking up way too early that morning, you had shown up thirty minutes early for your shift.

Enough time to check on your dearest co-worker and friend, Fred.

For once, you were the one to find him at the central desk, trying to get admitted to geriatrics an old woman with dementia that had suffered a major fall. Of course, there were no beds available in any hospital 20 miles around, but Fred wasn’t one to give up so easily.

He did not see you coming, phone glued to his ear, fingers pinching the tip of his nose, clearly annoyed by whoever he had on the phone.

You would bet 20 bucks it was the geriatrics intern from the second floor, Brad.

Not willing to disturb Fred in his fight against brat Brad, you quietly put the cup of coffee in front of him.

His facial expression when he noticed you made your entire day. He was as happy as you were to see you back.

In approximately half a second, he was on his feet and crushing you into a massive hug that nearly made him forget what he was doing in the first place.

“Sorry, Brad. What was that?” he asked when he finally let go of you. “Wonderful news! I’ll get started on the paperwork,” even though it was not part of the procedure and Brad was supposed to work on it.

After that, he threw the phone somewhere on the desk and went for another hug, realizing how much he had missed you in the last couple of weeks.

And so did you: “Missed you too, Freddie,” you chuckled when he was crashing yet another rib of yours.

It was the first time you ever called him “Freddie”. All his life, there had been only one person that was using this nickname, George.

Only George would use it to annoy the hell out of him. Yet, out of your mouth, it was something else.

It made his heart beat fluttered and his cheeks run hot.

You swore it was the first time you had seen him blush. Ever.

You found it so cute that you couldn’t deny that you definitely were falling for him now.

And so was he.

During the holidays that year, you both did a 36-hours long work shifts.

It was common practice when for the staff that did not have children. You mostly did it for the money and to pay off that student loan of yours.

Fred was running around the A&E with his handmade “F” sweater over his uniform, offering candy canes to every kid (and adult too).

You were excitedly waiting to offer him your present (tickets to his favourite entertainment park), knowing it would be the only celebration you would have as you learnt during your shift that your family had caught one of those winter viruses and the festivities on your side were cancelled.

At the end of your work shift, when he understood you were going home to pizzas leftovers, Fred took you to the Burrow.

Which made you utterly nervous of meeting his whole family.

Molly served you some leftovers turkey and mashed potatoes that you both ate in the kitchen while the rest of the family – and by that, I mean, every single person of this family, siblings, their spouses and kids and even Great-Aunt Muriel – was in the living room finishing to unwrap presents.

No surprises, everyone had already heard about you. And it wasn’t from Fred.

George would take a real pleasure in embarrassing his twin brother.

You spent the rest of the afternoon squished between Fred and George in a sofa, a cup of tea in your hands, listening to all their nieces and nephews’ stories.

You ended up following asleep on Fred’s shoulder.

Yet, it was one of the best Christmas in your life.

Your relationship status stayed unspoken for some times.

It did not seem to bother any of you. Yet, none of you ever made a proper mood. You were both content that way.

Though, you started to see each other without other’s people company.

Fred took you to one of his favourite football team matches.

You made him watch all the episodes of your favourite show.

One time, after a particular shift, he took you to his home to cook your favourite dinner. You watched him, a beer in your hand, as he had forbidden you to make anything. George found you both asleep on the couch when he got home later that night.

One thing that resolutely changed was the intimacy.

It was only a slight touch when you would pass each other at work, you putting a strand of hair out of his eyes, him kissing your forehead.

It was merely painful for your loved ones (or anyone really) to watch.

There even were running bets at the work for when you would get together.

Little did they know, they’d all loose their bet with how long it took you both to actually make a move…

It indeed took months and a tragic accident to make it all change.

This had started as any other night shift with both Fred and you on duty.

You were paired up with Fred, as usual and as you were both currently rather free, you agreed within the team to take care of the next incoming.

So, when the paramedics went in with a new patient, Fred went ahead, while you were finishing writing your conclusion on the lab results of one of your patients.

The cry Fred let out made you drop everything in an instant and run to the A&E entrance.

And you couldn’t believe the scene occurring behind your eyes.

Fred’s very own twin brother George was laying there unconscious, blood all other the left side of his face.

Out of you two, Fred was not one to throw a panic fit.

However, that night of July, he totally lost his shit.

You had to take him by the shoulders, brutally shaking him off to get him back on earth.

You had him sit down in a corner of the waiting room in the middle of his shift because he simply couldn’t be around the A&E in whatever state he was in.

You apologized quickly before running back to the A&E to take care of George. This wasn’t good practice as you two knew each other and were somehow close, but you wouldn’t trust anyone else – and you knew Fred needed you to do this for him.

There were a lot of blood, and he did require a transfusion, but thankfully, George’s injuries turned out to be more impressive than they were life-threatening.

The team worked quickly around him; it was the first time you really realized how you all would stick together in support for anyone.

When George was asleep, medicated and you were sure he was alright, you made your way to the waiting room. You found the entire family had joined Fred after hearing the news. They were all eagerly waiting to see him.

Even if it pained you, you only authorized his parents to check on him and stayed with the others for a while to reassure them.

All his siblings were sat around Fred, which was still pretty shook up. You had never seen this haggard look on him and it looked wrong.

You squatted in front of him, trying to get him to look at him, whispering comforting words to which he only by nodding and you knew that no matter what you would say, he would only be alright when George would be out of here, in a couple of days now.

You spent some more times with them before leaving to get back to work and finish your shift.

When you got off in the morning – after checking on George one more time and leaving specific instructions for his care, Fred was still in the waiting room, all by his self.

He was still as white as sheets and he looked exhausted, but he was on his feet when he spotted you.

“Hey,” his voice was the quieter you had ever heard it be.

“Hey, do you want to go up? He was awake a few minutes, requesting breakfast.” You smiled softly, but when Fred shook his head no, you continued: “He is alright, I swear. He got a concussion and multiple intracranial hematomas, but he is being closely monitored and it’ll be–”

He cut you off by kissing you.

It was not a thank you of some sorts; it was more like he realized that he could lose anyone he loved at any moment.

And you were definitely a person he loved. A lot.

Though he surprised you at first, you were quick to wrap your arms around his neck and respond to his kiss.

You had your first kiss in the middle of the waiting room of the hospital you work at. It was possibly against all rules, but you were kissing the most precious man you ever met, and it did not really matter.

“I should have done that sometimes ago,” he said looking down at you, a shy smile on his lips after you parted. “Let’s see George now, shall we?”

Bonus:

“Hey George, everything okay today?” You asked, going into his room to discuss the latest scan results you had just been handed. It had been a week now after his accident and he was doing much better. You had monitored his intracranial hematomas, making sure they were decreasing on size on their own – with a little help of rest and medications.

“Y/N, I think my nurse is trying to kill me,” was the only response he gave you, making you look back from your file.

Fred was currently changing George’s perfusion after having checked on his stitches and bandages.

“That’s ‘cause I am, you idiot.”

#lea's writing #fgw #fred weasley #fred weasley x reader #fred weasley fic #fred weasley fanfiction #fred weasley imagines #fred weasley fanfics #hp fanfics #hp fanfiction #muggle au

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hannshines · 20 days

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Hunger Games x FlintWood Au

Welcome back to telling my ideas I had for this fic so I don't keep them bottled up and if anyone wants to play with this I'm more than happy.

To recap we are in part 2 of all this and part 1 can be found below by clicking on part 1.

Part.1: Marcus (his first games and how he met Oliver as well as their development while participating in the games for his sister)

Part 2: Daphne (On her attempt to get out as a district escort in the ministry) — here

Part 3: Adrian (In his development in the last games that i had planned for the story, before the fall of the ministry)

Part 2.

Actually for part 2 I have several ideas but maybe not as well formulated as part 1 since it's the middle of the fic but I'll try not to go in circles.

Well in FlintWood terms for the second part it was mostly their development, and initial life in the ministry, Marcus and Oliver after the games are over they hate each other to no end, most of their development is around when they finally share a place again which is on the victory tour, because they both don't even want to see each other in a picture.

A plus for the whole thing that happened in they games and thanks for Oliver's show there were two winners, Oliver's parents are killed in an "accidental" fire in his house about two days after he returns to his district.

There's not much to tell my ideas of the victory tour other than being from different districts, they both had to make it very clear that none of it was propaganda for the districts to unite against the Ministry, not in that literal way but you get the point.

Obviously in the opposite districts of each one they don't let the other one Marcus goes to district 4 to make the speech (which being alone he says that he doesn't regret anything of what he did against Demelza) while Oliver gives his speech in district 7 (which the sentimentality wins him because he didn't want to do anything against Amelia and he apologizes to Marcus' mother).

It's a show because now Katie and Daphne work together, Daphne gets stressed because they don't know where to have the last celebration if in district 6 or 4, fights between everyone and extra stuff, ahhh there's only one bed trop hahahaha and more.

And moving on to the ministry stuff going back to the end of the first part, after it was announced that both Marcus and Oliver had won Daphne was upset, she goes to tell her truths to Percy and Katie thinking that it was something they had planned and that if so they had all just got themselves into big trouble as there have never been two winners in the games, obviously everyone looks worried but the most desperate in this matter is Daphne and Katie.

Both are called in by Tom Ryddle in which he is given the opportunity to tell them if they both had a plan in mind to make them both winners and they both deny everything, and while he believes Daphne by not doing anything to her, he does not believe Katie by torturing her right there and then.

Katie has a necklace similar to the Muggles (who are literally the slaves and servants of the place, who have no word) and that is beacuse the truth is that she is not part of the ministry, her parents and herself were from district six (she know's Leanne and Leanne know her) she will be about four years old when her parents did something and were captured to work as muggles in the Ministry.

The plan was to let Katie as an orphan but they saw potential in her being pretty enough and maybe she could serve, so when she was old enough about two years after Daphne start to work i'm they Ministry they put her to work as an escort but of course without pay and she actually lives day to day.

Katie is given an ultimatum and just gets the hell out of the place, shady stuff between Tom Riddle and Daphne and the reason why i have in the fic THAT tags

A life that Daphne doesn't get used to and really doesn't want, but thanks to Theo who in fact many people are forbidden to get too close to Daphne and one of them is Theo for a few circumstances, she soport that treat.

Obviously they both love each other but can't show it because of the position Daphne is in and that literally looking for a steady partner would surely be branded a betrayal of the ministry itself (Tom Ryddle) and the games.

Back to the districts.

After what is that Marcus recovers because he was badly injured in the games, he returns to the district with his mother which begins to have a little closer contact as they are both the only ones who have each other, the victory tour in which Marcus' own mother tells him that at least Oliver is cute and Marcus may be having a good time faking a romance that is not going at all well.

There starts to be family closeness and a bond between what is Daphne and Marcus, Daphne worries about him and decides again not to change district, that is also because she has always been right there for Adrian but now for Marcus and the problems start because between Marcus and Oliver they start to divide the dealings towards each of them by the ministry.

Both are winners, so Oliver is being treated as what he is, a winner and whom the ministry wants to turn into a hallow doing dirty little jobs ignoring the fact of the romance he has with Marcus because he is pretty (Come on Marcus shared) but strangely enough Marcus does not start to be treated like that, he starts to be included as someone important in the ministry, almost like what Lucius Malfoy had a hard time doing and of course implemented with his son now.

Right, more character introductions in all this journey

Terence Higgs: My pretty pretty boy Terence, habitant of district seven and Adrian's partner, as well as Adrian's emotional counselor, Marcus holds him in high esteem and so does Daphne.

Graham Montague: Marcus's friend, a year older than Adrian and whose turn it is to participate in the 96th games.

Alicia Spinnet: Mentor of District 11, too overbearing for Marcus' liking but seems to get along very well with Oliver as he goes into his first year as a mentor.

Angelina Johnson: Stylist of district 10, has a love hate relationship with Lucian Bole and hates Marcus but loves Katie and Oliver together, hates Percy the same way and calls him a bore.

Lucius Malfoy: Winner of District 1, clearly Death Eater Marcus hates him because somehow he always ends up talking to him.

Draco Malfoy: Winner of district 1 like his father, Marcus tolerates him, he seems to have a great friendship with Blaise and of the Malfoy's he is the only one that Astoria and Daphne like, Marcus makes fun of the little looks he has with Harry.

Harry Potter: The lucky boy who survived from district 9, literally that's his nickname since he was supposed to be left for dead in the games but in the end he appeared as alive, being the first mistake presented in the games, in the end he won but the ministry went against him and killed his parents.

Pansy Parkinson: A distant cousin of Marcus, Marcus never really cared enough about his mother having a sister who left for District 1 after she won the games to marry another winner there.

Tracey Davis: Stylist of district 2, very close friend of Theodore Nott, she doesn't get along very well with Daphne but yes with Astoria.

Joanne Selwyn: A rather quiet girl whom Adrian has known for years, she ends up being a tribute at the 77th games.

Clearly for Daphne and Marcus it is something strange because although they think they treat him like hallow they do not make Marcus do jobs as Oliver who truly by his appearance becomes one of the new favorites of the ministry.

It stops working for them the lovers joke because they try to make everyone take a position and Marcus doesn't like the position they are putting him in and much less his mother who obviously knows why they are doing all that.

In all this plot we know about Marcus dad who is actually not someone from the districts but someone from the ministry.

A backstory to Marcus's mother.

In Marcus's district there have been several winners but most have been older and many years ago, the last winner before Marcus's mother participated in the games died leaving district 7 without a mentor, when something like that happens and the Ministry trying to be fair, is assigned someone from the ministry as a mentor for the tribute who will participate, if it lasts a while the mentor is not repeated and each year is someone different.

When Eleanore Shafiq (Marcus's mother) participates clearly her mentor ends up being Thaddeus Flint (Marcus' father) one of Tom Ryddle's closest friends, both fall in love or more than anything Thaddeus falls in love with her and does everything he can to make Eleanore survive.

He succeeds and it clearly does not happen instantly but what Thaddeus seeks is to leave the ministry to go with Eleanore to the districts and live a "quiet" life at that time if a winner had children, the kid could also skip the reaping, a rule that was discarded two years before Marcus reached the minimum age to participate in his first reaping.

Thaddeus actually did manage to leave the ministry but not entirely, he still had to return to settle certain family "matters" more than anything else and that is why he always returned to the ministry whenever Eleanore go to be a mentor.

Here the Death Eaters do exist and clearly they are the people closest to Tom Ryddle and in this case they may even be winners but it is very rare to see it, so thee problem of Thaddeus being gone is that he left incomplete a personal circle that Tom Ryddle had and in short he was left without one more servant, that's why Marcus being a winner and having access to the ministry fit like a glove to Tom Ryddle to fill that space he was missing and in short to have one more asshole working for him.

All this is discovered long after Marcus gets his first turn to be a mentor (surprise Montague gets his turn to be a tribute and wins).

Obviously as all these problems begin start to create a closer intra-personal bond between Daphne, Marcus and Adrian.

When Daphne learn that Thaddeus Flint managed to leave the ministry for someone he loves, is armed with heat to ask leave from working for the games to be with Theo so that both can live a relatively "quiet" life because she's not leaving the ministry completely but would go step by step.

She asks Tom Ryddle with the faith of a thousand gods after planning very well for a resolution to any roadblock that gets in her way and asks for his resignation from Tom Ryddle himself saying that she will take care of finding someone just as competent for the job and won't even notice his lack once she finds her, even telling him that she will explain everything and no one will have to bother with that problem but her.

Odd as it sounds for Daphne this one agrees and my little girl is very happy to see at least an open window of getting away from things.

But clearly it would not be so easy.

Marcus and Oliver's games were the 95th games, Gramham wins the 96th games (in which here the rule was changed that it is a man and a woman and they start to combine the genders and they can be anyone, one man and one woman, two men or two women) and thanks to the fact that the 100th games are near it is announced that there will be some slight changes and surprises in some details before the so expected 100th games.

In the end Daphne doesn't have to choose who will replace her, but she is told that she will be assigned to someone and her job will be to train her, she finds it strange but accepts thinking that maybe after the games she will have to train someone, but in the reaping her surprise is when she finds her father in the district and more than anything with Astoria in the place.

Astoria tells her that she doesn't know why she is there and her father (who is also close to Tom Ryddle) tells Daphne about the slight changes there will be for the harvest because of the countdown to the 100th games.

The surprise for that game is that apart from the urn of the districts, there is going to be a special urn with other names of people specifically chosen for some characteristic (pure redheads, pure blondes, only people who live in a detailed area of the district, only people who live in a specific area of the district, etc), In this case in this second ballot box only the people from the same district will know who they are, but those from the ministry and the other districts will not know who they are, making them a surprise tribute for the TV, they will not show their face, their name will not be shown, but their voice will be shown and they will be called by a nickname.

For Daphne it's kind of weird because it's nothing like what she knows they had been planning for the 97th games and because it's sound silly and very complicated to do for some simple games but she decides not to fight about it and pay attention to the explanation.

The problem comes when it seems that Astoria's presence is to draw the names of the reaping, leaving Daphne on the side and and obviously the surprise is that Daphne's name comes out.

Which is not his name for confidentiality, but a nickname that Daphne knows that only Tom Ryddle says to her.

Daphne laughs nervously believing that it is a joke and she has to cross in the middle to read the paper on her own and desperate to see that its true she throws away the paper and looks for another name several times realizing that all the names of the special urn are hers.

Daphen's fight is no longer televised and at that very moment she starts to tell her father that how could he do this, that they could not do it because she is a citizen of the ministry and not of the districts and he coldly, rudely and without caring about his daughter tells her that she brought it on herself for trying to leave and that she does not know how angry Tom Ryddle is for that.

Marcus and Adrian are obviously surprised, Marcus promises Daphne that he will not let her die but obviously Daphne understands the plan of why they put her in and for her it would be better to die, because if she survives now she would be completely turned into a hallow and would never be able to escape from the ministry but Marcus tells her that this is something that will be arranged later but what Daphne must think now is to survive, literally worth her other tribute which is a girl named Joanne Selwyn, and she is also surprised that someone from the ministry is a tribute but she doesn't comment anything about it.

On the way to the ministry Marcus realizes that one of the tributes from Oliver's district is Ginny Weasley and Marcus realizes that Oliver is also going to do everything he can to keep his best friend's sister from dying.

Obviously Theo finds out what is going on and leaves his place in district 1 to change to district 7 saying that he will be in charge of dressing Daphne, nobody important but the mentors know that Daphne is participating in the games, comments that she won it and things like that are irrelevant.

Passive aggressive interviews between Daphne and Rita Skeeter beacuse Daphne has hated her for a long time and she finally dropped her mouth in the interview.

Marcus trains Daphne, a small friendship between Joanne and Daphne where clearly Joanne is not bothered by all the attention being given to the blonde some very beautiful moments and emotional conversations between Theo and Daphne in which Theo tells her that there shouldn't have been all that for him but for herself, which leaves Daphne thinking a lot.

Daphne scared by the fact that Astoria is now being used as an escort for the tributes and not as a stylist which is why her little sister had gotten into the games.

And my recommendation was to not get attached to anyone hahaha

Daphne who clearly cannot be accompanied by her mentors to the games is accompanied by Theo and yes, Theo is killed in front of Daphne in which she is sent to the arena leaving Daphne devastated and shocked because literally the person she loved the most and why she is in the games right now just died as a message that she will never really get what she wants.

I've already gone on too long, but let's go quickly.

When Daphne comes out she realizes that the arena of those games ends up being a lake, almost without any land except the cornocopia which is a small island in the middle with a tree, but everything else seems to be just water (jiji the black lake reference).

Marcus is confused because they decided to make the arena that way since they are not supposed to put something similar anymore because not all tributes know how to swim and die fast and Adrian tells him that for sure Tom Ryddle's plan is that these games don't last long thinking about Daphne.

There is not much to tell from the ministry's side only that Marcus has a hard time finding sponsors because apparently no one despite being with more fans after the interviews no one wants to sponsor Daphne (actually everyone was warned not to sponsor her) Blaise ends up being her anonymous sponsor most of the time.

Oh and that Oliver looks a lot more nervous in Marcus's view and Marcus doesn't know why.

Fast forward back to the games, not much interesting to see why they go fast as planned, Daphne traumas, dehydration does its job, hallucinations with Theo and my girl just needs a break.

The important thing that happens in the games is that aside from Joanne dying and Daphne suffering her death as well, Daphne ends up in an alliance with Ginny for most of the games.

Relatively all goes well with that alliance (my favorite wlw) Daphne doesn't really trust Ginny but you can tell she's good at fighting and possibly her only chance to survive, they both become kind of weird "friends" but the most striking thing that happens is when they're both left in the end.

Haha here if there is no drama and starts a fight to the death between Daphne and Ginny in a curiously well positioned place where you can't see Daphne's face very well (because let's remember that the ministry doesn't know who she is) and at the end Ginny ends up drowning Daphne in the lake making Ginny Weasley the winner of the 97th games

And that's they end of Daphne Greengrass🥰

No, it's not true she is still alive but I'll save it for part three because I'm already too long here.

#flintwood #hp #hanntalk #harry potter #hp headcanon #marcus flint #oliver wood #fanfic ideas #hp fanfics #i only give ideas #hungergames au #the hunger games #lol im tired

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evernkillian · 1 year

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HP Fanfiction Recs | One- Shot Edition; Part 1

Standard Rec Lists Disclaimers Apply: Please for the love of God read the tags and Author's Note/s, This is NOT the ultimate rec lists or whatever, the fics below are my cup of tea.

Also, I tried my best to make the Quotes I included spoiler free but if you think it is just tell me!

(also, I have more fic recs! Here)

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1. r/AITA by Seagate

G | 2k Words | Hermione / Draco

Summary: A budding relationship seen through the eyes of Reddit posts

Hermione POV. Well, Reddit Post Style. Hermione's a good friend 🥹🥹🥹 Actually, most of her posts are about Harry, seeking advice on how could she make sure that he won't get hurt/make sure that he's in good hands. ALSO ALSO they keep interacting in the comments so READ THEIR USERNAMES IT'S FUNNIER IF U KNEW WHO IT IS. To this day whenever I remember Voldemort's comment I laugh. I love Hermione's characterization- she's loyal, and she takes no shit. I laugh a lot reading this because Hermione sounds so serious but it's funny. Also my favorite quote:

I don't buy it for a second. The kicked puppy look, the lost baby blue eyes, and pouty lips? I was there when he perfected it. When he used the fake remorse to get out of trouble with the professors.

I slammed the door in his face. I'd rather get murdered, thanks.

2. Do Not Collect 200 Dollars by KittySmith

T | 11k Words

Summary: It isn't Voldemort who is reverted to baby form from the Final Super Spell - but why is Harry still alive?

Is Voldemort... cooing?

Crack fic. Like, really crack. I reread this fic when I need a laugh. Voldemort's mind is a beautiful place it's so funny. I love how oblivious Voldemort is with Snape's kidnapping attempts LAUGHING CRYING SOBBING the interactions of these 3 are my favorite parts because of its peak comedy. Voldemort as the most bizarre doting parent ever. Oh, yeah, it's a Voldemort Wins AU. He's just taking care of Harry and researching. What an icon. ALSO MY FAVORITE QUOTE:

He examined the banana he had left consideringly, checking its heft before he threw it directly into Severus’ terrified face with a flat, “Bitch.”

3. Heartbreaking Confession by LiquidLuckandStuff (@liquidluckandstuff )

M | 1k Words | Harry / Tom|Voldemort

Summary: After the war, Harry visits Voldemort's grave after a bad day with a Mind Healer.

He confesses something he is too scared to tell even his closest friends.

Just Harry having a bad day and talking to Voldemort's grave. About Almosts, what ifs, what could've beens. This fic shows that Voldemort and Harry understood each other very much. The ways they've shown it while they're enemies, while one of them is dead. Also my favorite quote!!! It's longer than this, 3 paragraphs but i think that would be too spoiler-y so here it is!

Quietly, Harry whispered a terrible secret. “Sometimes, I want to crawl in there with you."

4. Breaking More Taboos by Destiny_Of_A_Dragon

M | 3k Words | Harry / Voldemort

Summary: The first time Harry broke the taboo, he’d been beyond starving, with little to no choice. The second and third times were much the same.

But the fourth?

That’s when everything changed.

HOLY MOLY THIS FIC!!!! MAKES ME FERAL!!! It's so unique and I've reread it lots of times!!! Can't say more because spoilers but!!! If you've read this scream about it with me. Sadly I can't put my favorite quote here since I don't wanna ruin the surprise factor but!!! Just know I have a lot of them!!!

5. Lightning Heart by Clarisse (transnymphtaire)

G | 1k Words | Harry / Tom

Summary: The first time you touch, a matching symbol is left behind where skin met skin.

ROLE REVERSAL AU!!! DARK LORD HARRY GRRRRRRRR. ALSO GRYFFINDOR TOM. Also Luna's part is brief here but she's a badass I love her. And!!! Harry giving tom gifts for courting. And they're soulmates! Favorite quote:

"Did you know that Gryffindor was my old house?” Harry ask conversationally, as if they’re not under the school, with a mirror hiding the Philosopher’s stone.

“It’s why I chose it over Slytherin.” Tom answers.

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#Fanfic Rec List #Fanfics #HP Fanfics #Fanfic Recs #one shot #one shots #Harry Potter #Harry Potter Fanfiction #fic rec

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ashesandhackles · 1 year

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Ariadne

Summary: "She probably can’t work out what her feelings toward Harry are anyway, because he was the one who was with Cedric when Cedric died, so that’s all very mixed up and painful"

Exploring Cho's feelings for Harry in wake of her grief for Cedric's death, with symbolism from myth of Ariadne, Theseus and the Minotaur. A surrealistic character study.

Read on Ao3 here Author note:

Ever since I reread OOTP, I was fascinated by Cho's very complicated and painful feelings towards Harry: the confusion, the guilt, the grief for Cedric, and the undercurrent of attraction (present even in GOF) and need for visceral connection to the witness of Cedric's death. It's a mess that no teenager - specifically either Cho or Harry, who are grieving and traumatised - were equipped to handle. This is my tribute to the relationship that deserves to be handled with complexity present in text.

The symbolism of myth of Ariadne came in when thinking of the fact that while the graveyard is uniquely traumatising for Harry, Cho (presumably) saw Harry emerging with Cedric's dead body at the end of the Third task, the maze on the Quidditch pitch (No wonder the poor girl is "flying so badly" (per Hermione's words) during Quidditch next year! The pitch is where she saw her boyfriend's dead body). This is a grief piece that uses the structure of the myth for its symbolism, and I am curious to see whether it lands for any of you. This is also a very personal piece, where I channeled a lot of difficult emotions I could not name and process. It was incredibly cathartic to write. Lots of love <3

Also, the inspirational parent for this piece is Martha Graham's modern dance choreography: Errand Into The Maze. Ariadne and Minotaur represent very different things in that piece, but I borrowed the three act structure and the idea of centering Ariadne in the myth (instead of Theseus) from there.

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draconabraxas · 4 months

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Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter, Luna Lovegood & Draco Malfoy, Luna Lovegood/Draco Malfoy, (but it’s fake) Characters: Draco Malfoy, Luna Lovegood, Sybill Trelawney, Neville Longbottom, Hermione Granger, Ginny Weasley, Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Severus Snape, Blaise Zabini, Winky | Crouch Family House-Elf, Dobby (Harry Potter) Additional Tags: Fake/Pretend Relationship, Time Travel Fix-It, Alternate Universe - Time Travel, Time Travel, Time Travelling Draco Malfoy, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Seer Luna Lovegood, Seer Draco Malfoy, Time Travelling Luna Lovegood, Luna Lovegood & Draco Malfoy Friendship, Blaise Zabini is a straight ally, Luna & Draco are beards for each other, I’m obviously inspired by Doctor Who & Final Fantasy XIII-2, Unspeakable Draco Malfoy, Unspeakable Luna Lovegood, Neville Longbottom & Draco Malfoy Friendship, Snape is scared that Draco & Luna are going to elope & then kill themselves like Romeo & Juliet, Yes that’s an actual plot point, Draco Malfoy-centric, POV Draco Malfoy Summary:

When Draco woke up this morning for work, he did not expect his boss, Sybill Trelawney, to send him 10 years into the past with his colleague, Luna Lovegood, to his fourth year at Hogwarts to solve funky paradoxes that currently break the space time continuum.

Or, Draco and Luna time travel back to 1994 to…. stop the war? Maybe? They’re actually not sure. Oh and they’re fake dating and pretending to be straight. Wait… is that a paradox too?

#WE OUT HERE WITH ANOTHER DRACO MALFOY FANFIC #BUT THIS TIME ITS ABOUT TIME TRAVEL PARADOXES #AM I INSPIRED BY DOCTOR WHO? yes obvi #the paradoxical pilgrimage #harry potter fanfiction #draco malfoy centric fic #draco malfoy fanfiction #draco malfoy centric #draco malfoy time travel fic #harry potter ao3 #draco malfoy and luna lovegood friendship #draco malfoy ao3 #hp fanfics #drarry #drarry fanfics #drarry fanfiction recs #drarry fanfics ao3

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fiendishfyre · 4 months

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Hello! 9 and 12 for the ao3 wrapped game please 😊

XP I am so bad at answering on time. Thanks for this! 9) Favorite pairing you wrote for this year?

Okay, only counting what was poosted on ao3, Deerhunter! Orion/James because it's such a rarepairt that is painful. I am gladfully awaiting some wonderful writers who have wips of it. My deerhunter fic for those who may be interested...or not. XD

12) How many WIP’s do you have in your docs for next year? Hahahaha, 9 fics! Not so bad, I think...know some who have more. But it definitely could be way less.....XD Several are prongsfoot that I can't seem to ever finish before starting another. ao3 wrapped game

#ao3 wrapped game #ao3 ask game #ao3 game #prongsfoot #deerhunter #hp deerhunter #orion x james #james x orion #harry potter #hp fanfics

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elliedearest · 2 years

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Hi,

Can you write fluff one shot sev x fem reader. They tlak about future and they both agree they want children, but severus want first girl and reader want first boy. Thank you ❤️

Hi! Thank you so much for reaching out! Unfortunately, I'm no longer writing new Harry Potter fanfics.

I do have some baby-related stories with Severus Snape if you wanna go check them out. Godfather , the Snape Family: June 23 Snapshot , and Snape Family:October 15 snapshot are the closest to your request.

Have a nice day!

#asks #i am honest abe #ask me questions #fanfic requests #HP #HP fanfics #Severus Snape x reader

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dreamcubed · 2 years

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she’s my collar | tom riddle x reader

song; she's my collar [gorillaz, kali uchis] pairing; tom riddle x fem!slytherin!reader genre; angst, hurt comfort(ish), soulmates, s2l word count; 6,8k timeline; riddle's last years at hogwarts warnings; swearing, minor character deaths, minor character murders, discrimination (muggle-borns), talk of hate crimes (muggle-borns), mentions of physical pain, injuries (involving blood), implied depression, implied manipulative relationship summary; most people were destined to never find the person who was born with a matching tattoo to theirs - you weren't one of those people, but you were forced to endure your soulmate creating horcruxes and the effect it had on your soul

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fyi i do mix up the order that tom makes the horcruxes a bit :)

"she's the serpentine, she's my collar."

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In a wizarding world with soulmates, but no guarantee that you would ever find yours, you - like many others - resorted to hopeful dreams of the perfect match. Your parents didn't inflate your hopes, and kept you grounded, as they themselves weren't soulmates, like so many other lifelong couples. Nonetheless, like little muggle kids dream of being royalty and heroes, wizard and witch kids dream of finding their ultimate love.

It was estimated that less than five percent of wizards and witches found their soulmate, which was a huge reason behind parents not fuelling their children's imagination. The whole concept might as well not exist if you weren't destined to find your partner - at least that's what you thought frequently.

Nonetheless, some hope remained burning within you even after your infancy ended, and resided in the back of your mind as you started Hogwarts. Often at night you found yourself tracing the snake tattoo curled around your left forearm: it was significantly larger than your friends' soulmate tattoos. Most inked marks were small, no larger than a galleon coin, and yours in comparison was massive.

Your friends often speculated that it was a sign of you being more likely to meet your soulmate than the rest of them, but you had always had a feeling it was something much more sinister, but you didn't know why - so you brushed it off as simply your pessimistic mindset. A signature trait of yours was only seeing the bad in things.

Perhaps you got that from your parents, who had reacted so negatively to your tattoo that they had told you to hide it, in fear of something dark. You had never really understood why - sure, snakes were associated with evil, like basilisks and Salazar Slytherin, but there were a fair share of Slytherins in your family who were the nicest of people. Despite that, they had reacted negatively to you being sorted into Slytherin. Sometimes it felt like they knew something that you didn't.

It wasn't something you liked to think about too often, but it still crossed your mind sometimes, like in potions, where you sat etching mindless graffiti into the table. You couldn't help but stare at the tip of your tattoo poking out of your sleeve, unaware you were subconsciously transcribing a snake into the dark wood.

You were so consumed in your thoughts that you failed to hear Slughorn dismissing everyone, until he walked up to your desk and tapped his wand where your graffiti was.

"A fascinating drawing, Miss L/N. Why a snake?"

Your eyes snapped up, a small hint of fear at being caught bubbling within you.

He sensed your apprehension, and laughed, "Don't panic, it's nothing a little magic can't cover up."

You watched as he wordlessly moved his wand over the snake, transforming it back into smooth wood.

"You didn't answer my question - why a snake?"

You shrugged, playing with the sleeve that covered your tattoo.

Slughorn noticed the fidgeting, and also caught sight of some of the ink. "Your soul mark? Is it a snake?"

You nodded.

"Fascinating. Very fitting of a Slytherin, don't you think?"

"I suppose," you said quietly.

"Perhaps your soulmate is a Slytherin?"

"Maybe."

"Anyway, my lesson has finished, if you hadn't noticed. You're free to go."

You pushed all your belongings into your satchel, and began making your way to the exit in a hurry.

"Oh, Miss L/N, I think you dropped something."

You span around to see Slughorn clutching a black book, cornered in brass - it looked like a handful of notebooks you owned from that distance, so you didn't think twice about moving forward and accepting it from him. As you shoved it into your bag, you mumbled a "thank you" before leaving the dungeon classroom for good.

***

Only now you were sat at your desk in your dormitory did you realise that the book was in fact not yours.

Like usual, you had completed your evening routine of going through your satchel and organising any new assignments and notes you had gathered that day, causing you to open the book you had thoughtlessly accepted from Slughorn to see what you had written in it. Except, you hadn't written in it - meaning it couldn't be yours, as at this point in the year there was not a notebook you kept on your person that wasn't written in.

At the very least, its emptiness probably meant no one was missing it.

You shoved the book aside and picked up a fresh piece of scroll for your next due assignment; you dipped your quill into the ink pot sat at the back of the desk, and as you brought your hand back to the scroll, a couple drops fell from the quill and landed on the still-open page of the mystery book. You wouldn't have paid any attention to it if the ink hadn't then dissolved into the page.

Suddenly, the assignment didn't matter to you anymore. All that mattered was the evidently charmed book, that could potentially hold someone's secrets if it was some kind of invisible ink spell.

Maybe someone was missing it, then.

In the case you managed to return it, you decided to write a small message to them, to ensure to them that you didn't invade their privacy.

Your charm works by the way - I can't see a thing in here.

You watched as the ink disappeared, but it surprised you when ink appeared in return.

D: Do you know the charm placed on this diary?

You hadn't expected a response, but found yourself replying nonetheless.

Y: An invisible ink one, right?

D: Wrong.

Y: What charm is it then?

D: A companionship charm. I provide company to the owner.

Y: Do you have a name?

D: I am named after my creator. I am him, in a way.

Y: Who is he?

D: Tell me your name first.

You hesitated. You didn't want the owner of the diary to know you had been writing in it.

Y: I don't think I should say.

Y: What did you mean by "I am him, in a way"?

D: A part of his soul lives in this diary.

D: It allows me to think, talk, and act like him.

At the time, you assumed that the diary was referring to a soul-imitating charm of sorts, as you hadn't gotten the impression of dark magic being at play.

Y: Does that mean this diary is connected to his soulmate too? Has your creator met his soulmate?

D: I suppose I would be bonded to his soulmate - that's my soulmate as well, as I am a part of the soul.

Y: That's cool.

Y: What's your soulmate tattoo?

D: Tell me your name first.

You chewed your lip in thought. Were you really this curious? Did a part of you think that maybe the owner of this diary was your soulmate? It was perfectly normal to compare marks with every person you met - although this wasn't really a person.

Y: Y/N L/N.

D: Okay, Miss L/N, this is my soul mark.

You watched as a design began forming on the page, as if being drawn by an invisible hand. You stilled in shock as you realised it was taking the form of a snake - one exactly like your own tattoo.

Y: Do you have eyes or something? A seeing charm?

D: What do you mean?

Y: You drew my soul mark.

D: I do not have a seeing charm placed on me.

Y: What's your name? I've told you mine.

You stared in nervous anticipation as the diary began to reply.

D: Tom Marvolo Riddle.

The grip you had on your quill tightened until your knuckles were white.

Tom Riddle was the mysterious - albeit handsome - boy in your year, in your house. He scared everyone with his dominating presence and calculated words, along with his fascination in dark magic. He had always had a magnetism of attraction about him, but a million girls fancied him, so you had always thought that everyone felt it.

You knew that should have been where you returned the diary to him, but you found yourself way too curious about your potential soulmate. So, you found yourself conversing with the diary right until the early hours of the morning.

***

Were you ready to have Tom Riddle as your soulmate?

Sure, he was a woman-charmer, a handsome guy, clearly intelligent beyond his years... he just seemed so disinterested in love and relationships. Did he even want you? Well, not you specifically, but a soulmate in general.

Did you even want him?

The sinister feeling around your snake tattoo had grown stronger ever since you first wrote in the diary, and something told you that Riddle was a person of many dark mysteries. Yet, still, in spite of that, the childish desire to be in the arms of your fated remained twisting inside of you, pulling at your core and urging you to confess to Tom.

"Riddle," you called out, just as your defence against the dark arts class had been dismissed.

The boy looked up, and narrowed his eyes at you as you approached him.

You couldn't help but gulp as you reached his desk, feeling threatened by the height advantage he had on you. "I believe this is yours," you finally spoke, presenting the diary to him. If he was paying any attention to your appearance, the bags under your eyes - which were normally well-rested - would probably give away that you had been up all night writing in it.

"And how did you reach that conclusion?" he replied - his tone as cool as ever.

"Whatever charm you put on it works. The diary talks back."

You placed it in his hand, looking up to meet his gaze.

"I must apologise - I did write in it for a few hours. It was so fascinating that I couldn't resist."

He didn't say anything in response, so you took that as your cue to leave, bowing your head as you exited the classroom.

***

"Avery," Tom drawled, staring daggers into his friend, "Your little spell of life force draining doesn't work."

"My Lord, I promise you it does. It isn't even my own spell."

"Yes, it's the oh so trustworthy dark magic you found in Knockturn Alley."

"May I ask what leads you to believe it doesn't work?"

Tom sighed, "Little Miss L/N in our year found my diary - which you dropped, by the way, I trusted you with it in confidence-"

"My apologies, my Lord."

"Do not interrupt me - anyway, she found it, spent some time writing in it, and didn't form an emotional attachment. It's supposed to happen within a few minutes of writing in it."

"Maybe the diary was already attached to someone else? It can't drain two people at once."

"Then that's all the worse for you if two irrelevant nobodies got their hands on it when it was supposed to be in your possession."

"The charm is genuine, though, my Lord, I promise."

"Liar."

"The book did say the charm doesn't work on the soulmate of the caster."

Tom stilled in his movements, slowly leaning towards Avery with a cold expression, "Are you suggesting what I think you're suggesting, Avery?"

"Maybe, y- yes, my Lord."

"That's a weighted hypothesis you're making, you know, I would hate for you to be wrong."

Tom flicked open the pages of the diary, grabbing an ink pot and quill from the nearest table surface. Slowly, but carefully, he began writing.

T: Why couldn't you begin draining L/N's life force?

He watched as the part of his soul within the book began forming ink on the pages.

Within seconds, he was staring at a fully drawn version of the soul mark imprinted on his left forearm: the serpent.

His hand gripped the edges of the page tightly, and he watched as his knuckles whitened as a result of the pressure. Eventually, he let go, throwing the diary towards Lestrange, "It's your responsibility, now, don't disappoint me."

He then stormed out of the room swiftly and menacingly, with only one thought bouncing through his mind.

***

At this time of night, you weren't necessarily meant to be asleep, but you were meant to be in your common rooms or dormitories. You shouldn't have been in the library so late - Merlin knows it's a miracle the librarian didn't find you tucked away in your corner. It was also a miracle you made it back to the Slytherin dungeons without running into a teacher or a prefect.

Only when you walked into the common room to see that it was completely deserted did you realise why you hadn't run into any prefects: it was very late. Hence the empty room.

Or so you thought.

A cough made you jolt, spinning around frantically to identify the location, to then spot a figure looming in the shadows.

"Y/N L/N."

"Yes?" you replied meekly, preparing yourself to grab your wand from your pocket. You relaxed when Tom Riddle emerged from the darkness, letting your hand fall back to your side.

"My apologies, I didn't meant to scare you."

You didn't think you had ever heard Riddle apologise to anyone before. "It- it's fine. Do you need something?"

He didn't reply verbally, but walked closer to you. All you could do was observe as he reached down to grab your left wrist, and pulled up your sleeve. You heard his breath hitch as he looked upon the serpent design, and you felt your eyes wander to his clothed left arm.

Letting go of your wrist, Tom stepped back and pulled up the material of his jumper, revealing the identical tattoo patterned on his skin. You didn't know what to say as his gaze met yours, so you hoped that he would lead the conversation.

"You are my soulmate, L/N."

No shit, Sherlock.

"I can only apologise for what your soul will have to endure."

***

You wish the night hadn't been sleepless for you, but the truth is Tom's words were playing around in your head like a broken record. Maybe it was just a joking apology about being soulmates with him? He didn't seem like the type to crack a joke, especially considering he said it so cryptically. No, you knew that there was a darkened undertone to his words, and you had a feeling it was connected to the diary.

Still, there was a burning desire inside of you to grow close to him - to be his, and for him to be yours. Every ounce of self-doubt told you that the man had no interest in a relationship, he was clearly preoccupied with other business.

That was definitely evident when you sat down at the Slytherin table for breakfast, immediately looking in Tom's direction. He watched as you sat down, but then turned back to whispering to his friends. Well, friends was a strong word - you weren't sure you would refer to them as that. Avery and Lestrange seemed to follow Riddle not out of platonic affection, but out of obedient loyalty. Their "friendship" dynamic had always immensely confused you, but they appeared happy so you didn't question it.

Tom didn't sit next to them in defence against the dark arts that day - he sat at your side, forcing the girl next to you to move. You gave him a glare for being rude to her, but it was futile as he clearly didn't care.

"There are certain things that come with being my soulmate that you might not be prepared for," he said quietly to you while the professor droned on.

"Such as?"

"I can't speak of them here," he said, "But I have great plans for my life, and you cannot be of any hinderance."

You frowned at him.

"Essentially, you're either with me completely, or not at all."

"I need to know your exact plans before I make that decision," you whispered, unable to squash the confusion you felt, along with the slight hint of hurt that you might not spend your life with the boy who was already making your heart race.

"It will have to be discussed in private."

***

You weren't entirely sure where you were, if you were honest. To your utter dismay, you had been blindfolded and led to a secondary location, something that had been strongly advised against by your parents. Unfortunately, you had been inclined to oblige, due to the blindfolder being your soulmate. Avery and Lestrange were tagging along as well, as you could hear them talking a little ways behind you, but couldn't make out what they were saying as you were too busy attempting to memorise all the turns and twists you took - though you weren't doing a very good job.

Eventually, all movement stilled, and you felt smooth hands brush against your skin as the blindfold was removed from your face. You looked around, but quite honestly still had no idea where you were: the room was darkened, with no windows, and you could hear the faint sound of dripping. After your eyes adjusted, you decided it was an abandoned classroom deep in the dungeons. Every instinct in your body told you that you were about to die.

You looked upon Tom shakily, wondering just what he was capable of.

"Everything said here must not leave this room, do you understand?" he asked, disregarding your blatant fear.

It seemed best to comply, so you nodded.

"Even if you decide not to join me, you cannot speak a word of this to anyone. Ever."

Again, you nodded.

Tom pulled his wand out of his cloak and held it to the palm of his other hand, "Blood pact."

You watched as he cut the palm of his hand open with magic, and held out your hand to allow him to do the same. Closing your eyes, you felt his fingertips brush over the back of your hand as the wand cut a stinging line on the front. You opened your eyes to shake his hand, feeling in your bones the bond then created between the two of you.

Tom then stepped away from you, looking towards Avery and Lestrange, before beginning to talk. "I am the only known living descendant of Salazar Slytherin... and thus I have a large legacy to live up to. Thankfully, my aspirations and skillset align with great things."

You held your injured palm in your other hand as he continued to speak.

"I desire to be the most powerful wizard of all time. The entire package - indestructible, intelligent, immortal."

The emphasis on the last word made you tilt your head in confusion.

"Did you know that immortality is possible, Y/N?"

You nodded, "The philosopher's stone - but only one has ever been successfully made."

"There is in fact a much more direct way," he said, "However it is not popularised due to the method involving... dark magic."

Shock and understanding coursed through your being: suddenly all of Riddle, Lestrange and Avery's strange behaviour was making sense.

"Have you ever heard of a horcrux?"

You shook your head.

"It is an item or creature in which a part of one's soul is contained. The division of one's soul into multiple vessels allows for it to be very difficult for one to be killed. All horcruxes must be destroyed for one's life to end - do you understand where I'm going with this?"

Meekly, you nodded your head once more.

"The more horcruxes the better, therefore, and by spreading them out far and wide - it would be near impossible for someone to find them all, especially with no clues."

You remained quiet as he stared deeply into your eyes.

"The diary that you found is my first - and currently only - horcrux."

"Do you age?" you finally summoned the courage to ask.

He nodded, "Yes, it is simply my soul that cannot be erased. Eventually my physical body will die a natural death of old age - but I can gain a new body with my continually living soul."

"How?"

"There are a multitude of spells and rituals for the task - all dark magic, of course."

"Who will do it?"

"My faithful followers," he said simply, as if it were the most obvious piece of information in the world, "I'm thinking of calling them death eaters."

You gazed off into the distance as you thought about the diary. "I was talking to an actual part of you?"

"A part of my soul, but yes."

"How do you make a horcrux?"

"Through a painful and grim procedure."

Trying to ignore the dull ache in your palm, you asked, "Why would you have followers?"

"I already have Lestrange and Avery, as you can see - it's really no mystery as to why many pure-bloods and half-bloods will be willing to follow me."

You frowned, connecting the dots in your head, "Something to do with muggle-borns?"

"Part of the cause is my- our- vow to erase mudbloods from existence."

Every part of your body froze, as your mind ticked back to the memory of muggle-born student Myrtle Warren's recent death. You couldn't help the itching sense of terror that consumed you as you looked upon Tom, who was analysing your body language carefully.

"I understand if this is a lot to take in."

You gulped, looking between him and then Avery, and then Lestrange.

"Can I- can I have some time to think about it?"

As he opened his mouth to reply, Avery cut in, "My Lord, it's getting late. We should return soon so as not to attract suspicion."

"Very well," Tom said, "You may have a week to decide. Regardless of your decision, you must not tell another soul of what we have discussed."

"I can't anyway," you mumbled, in reference to the blood pact.

The blindfold was soon on you again, and you were being led out of the mysterious location wondering how you made it out alive.

"Would I have to call you my Lord as well?" you asked.

"No," he said shortly, "I suppose not."

The journey then continued in silence, until you tripped when going up a set of stairs. It seemed that a fall was inevitable, as by some miracle one had not occurred on the way there.

"Please tell me when there are stairs," you snapped, with an anger-driven wave of courage.

Tom, who had caught you by gripping his hands on your arms, muttered, "My apologies."

You almost missed the surprised and confused way Avery and Lestrange began whispering to each other after that. In your defence, your mind was filled with a million thoughts a second.

You hated how safe you felt in Tom's arms, how secure his hold was, because there was a very good chance he was a killer. It should be a no-brainer declining his offer of joining his muggle-born hate group, but the part of you that was soulmate-bonded to Tom wanted nothing more than to be by his side.

But, at the end of it all, you were petrified. Petrified both of your soulmate and of being without him.

You had a lot of thinking to do.

***

One thing you read up on was that upon first making skin-on-skin contact with your soulmate, your bond would deepen and you would find it more difficult to be away from them. Many long-wed soulmate couples spoke of how it became easier eventually, but only after it got harder.

That was one famous quote you had always been irritated at the paradox in: it gets worse before it gets better. If you were going through hardships, and kept repeating that line, what is the point at which it gets better? Surely it would just continually get worse, as it has to get worse before it’s able to get better, but if it constantly has to get worse, then the better that was spoken of never takes place, which would mean that the quote- which is somewhat of a theory- becomes null and void.

You were overthinking it - fixating on one specific minute detail so as to distract from the mortifying ordeal of the bigger picture. Maybe it got better once things could no longer get worse, i.e. when you reached rock bottom. A more inspirational quote to you was once you've reached rock bottom, the only way to go is up. The only problem was that you weren't at rock bottom: your grades were perfectly adequate, your friendships were perfectly intact, and you had achieved the most common desire among wizarding folk. Of course, your woes were as a result of the latter.

You wished you had never found out it was Tom Riddle, the orphaned boy with sinister plans, because you knew deep down that this would end with you choosing your heart's wishes over your brain's logic. His touch was the subject of your cravings, and his elegant manner of speaking the music in your mind.

Your dearest friend Sullyoon could do little to gain your attention as you stared longingly at Tom from across the potions classroom. Despite having permanently placed himself at your side in DADA, he had not made the same move in Slughorn's lessons.

Sullyoon was a weird part in your finding of your soulmate, as normally she dragged you out of lessons the second they were over, but the day in which the diary was mistakenly handed to you was the day she was in the hospital wing nursing a severe quidditch injury. If she hadn't swerved left when in a quaffle-battle with chasers during the match between Slytherin and Gryffindor, the beater of the opposing team wouldn't have accidentally whacked her arm instead of the mischievous little bludger he had originally intended on. The poor boy had felt absolutely awful, but thanks to the wonders of wizarding medicine, Sullyoon didn't have to suffer for more than a day.

"Babe, I can't even get you to look my way for more than a second these days," she spoke, adding various ingredients to your shared cauldron, "You keep gazing at Mr Arrogant like Cupid has struck you."

The look you gave her in reply must have been an open book, because her jaw instantly dropped.

"Oh, Cupid has struck you."

You saw no point in denying it, but you weren't sure if she had jumped to the conclusion of soulmates yet, or just thought that you had developed a crush.

"Well, he's handsome, I'll give you that. But completely and utterly up himself."

You hummed.

"Not even sure if he's capable of love, to be honest, he's very closed off - always whispering suspiciously with Avery and Lestrange."

Part of you wanted to tell Sullyoon that she had every right to be suspicious of their whispers, but you were bound by a blood pact. You were reminded of that when Tom's gaze shifted to lock with yours, quirking an eyebrow in the most subtle of ways. Subconsciously, you began fidgeting with the sleeve that covered your soul mark, and only realised the habit when Tom then moved his eyes to look there.

Sullyoon observed all of this, and when you turned back to look at her you couldn't miss the understanding now enveloping her expression.

"Shit," she muttered.

"Shit," you repeated in agreement.

***

Did Tom feel the longing you felt on his end? Did he desire your touch? Crave your presence? You had to agree with Sullyoon's questioning of whether he was even capable of feelings as soft and affectionate as love. However, you reasoned, that wasn't the only way to love - some love was toxic, obsessive, but passionate. Was Tom the protective type?

All these questions that you wanted answers so desperately to seemed to push you in the direction of joining him. It was bad.

Fuck, that was an understatement.

It was immoral, unethical, evil - but at its very core, it was powerful and impressive. If Tom were to succeed entirely in his dark dreams, then he would be a serial killer. Even that term felt mild to describe who he would be if he followed through with the things he spoke of. He would be the most terrifying wizard to walk the planet, the miserable cloud hanging over history, and the name people feared to speak.

But, worst of all, he would still be your soulmate.

Whenever your eyes met his in lessons, when your hands brushed in the corridor, or when he greeted you politely at meal times - you would temporarily forget his dark side. The cliché butterflies in your stomach accompanied with the blood rushing to your ears would flourish as he gave you that devastatingly gorgeous smile, and you would feel at ease. Why did you feel so safe with someone so unarguably dangerous?

Which is why, to your utter moral dismay, you approached him before the week time limit was even up, telling him you would join him. He had grinned devilishly, before quickly instructing you to meet him after dinner in the girls' toilets that had been closed ever since Myrtle's untimely death. No one of a sane mind dared to step foot in them, as the death was far too recent.

Plus, Myrtle had elected to come back as a ghost.

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Tom wasn't there when you arrived, but you caught sight of a ghostly flash in the corner of your eye. Apparently, Myrtle was far too shy to start properly revealing herself to students yet, but you assumed that would change as the years passed.

When the boy arrived, he appeared as calm and collected as ever, and it took you by surprise when he kissed you on the cheek and took your hand in his. Still, he did not say a word to you, turning towards the sinks before speaking- to your horror- in fluent parseltongue. You knew all too well that it was an ability blessed upon the bloodline of Salazar Slytherin, but you also knew it was heavily associated with dark magic.

Your shock was replaced by a different one when the sinks moved to form an entrance to somewhere - but all you could do was let Tom lead you into the unknown abyss of darkness, leaving the faint cries of Myrtle Warren's ghost behind.

You walked for a while in silence, though your tight grip on his hand must have spoke volumes. You didn't fail to notice the way his thumb lightly stroked yours, and for a brief second you speculated that maybe Riddle was capable of affection.

Those thoughts were quickly forgotten, though, when you reached a gate with a design of snakes decorating it extravagantly. Subconsciously, you shifted closer to Tom's side and gripped your free hand around his bicep. He made no objection to your movements, and spoke in some more parseltongue to make the gate open, presenting a very large and very scary room beyond.

"This-" he finally spoke, stepping in, "-is the Chamber of Salazar Slytherin."

You gulped.

"I've never taken anyone here before," he paused, "Well, that's a lie. I've never taken anyone here before in good intent."

At your frown, he further explained.

"I've never taken anyone here before without the intention to kill them," for a brief moment you felt a pang of fear for your life, but it was soothed by him saying, "Until you."

He guided you further into the chamber, and you couldn't mistake the sound of something moving in the background.

Tom, again, began speaking in parseltongue, and you nearly jumped when a giant snake- a basilisk- slithered out of one of the many interconnecting tunnels. Its eyelids were shut, but you knew what lay behind them, so instinctively buried your face into Tom's shoulder.

"Darling, the basilisk obeys me - another perk of Slytherin blood - so rest assured that I will not let you see into its eyes. I prefer you alive."

Cautiously, you peeked out from the material of his cloak, feeling your heart thumping tenfold in your chest. He spoke more parseltongue, and the basilisk began moving around the two of you, at which point he reached out to stroke it with the hand you weren't holding captive. He gestured for you to stroke the serpent as well, and with an immensely shaky hand you released his bicep from your grip and let your fingertips run over the reptilian scales.

"I always saw a soulmate as a weakness," Tom began, "I hoped I would never meet mine so as to not be held back in my plans, more concerned about you not being able to handle this lifestyle than being with you."

You looked back up at him from stroking the basilisk.

"It's strange, though, how now that I've met you, I don't care about weakness anymore. Despite the fact you're evidently going to take some warming up to my choices, I feel the need to protect you, to hold you safely in my arms from any dangers."

Pulling your hand back from the snake, you let it wrap around Tom's side, somewhat forcing him into an embrace with you. He returned it, much less stiffly than you had thought that he would.

"And to protect you from these dangers, I must create you a safety net," he spoke, stepping back from you to pull out his wand.

For a split second, you thought he was going to use it on you, but he didn't. He turned away and muttered a charm under his breath, which, to your further horror, brought two younger students into display - alive, but tied up and gagged.

"In order to be further bonded, and for you not to be a weakness of mine, we will become horcruxes for each other. I will not be your last horcrux, of course, but it is a rather romantic first step, I'd say."

You nervously looked over at the two students, feeling the urge to sob when you saw the fear in their eyes.

"Hey, shh, shh, darling," he only spoke gently to you, pulling your head into his chest, "They will be at peace soon."

Why did you lean into him even now?

"Did you not notice all the ruckus about two missing students? Mudblood students? Did you not suspect I was the cause?"

You hadn't noticed nor suspected him. You had been so wrapped up in your thoughts lately that you hadn't even spared an ounce of attention towards Sullyoon's relentless gossiping, or the rumours spreading like wildfire throughout the castle.

And that's when you heard more parseltongue, and the movement of the basilisk once again. It had its back to you now, but it wasn't difficult to decipher that it had opened its eyelids under Tom's orders. You were then overwhelmed with blood, and his voice, and the feeling of something within you being ripped and stolen like you were being mugged by a sadist.

But then it stopped. You collapsed a little, weakened by the experience, and noticed a burning sensation on your left wrist. Once your vision stopped spinning and Tom had pulled you upright, you looked at your soul mark to see that it had risen beyond ink, taking a bumpier three-dimensional form, blackened completely. You soon saw that Tom's mark had done the same.

What then took you off guard was your soulmate speaking to the basilisk, only this time, you could understand him. He was telling the snake to leave now, but with a hissing edge to his voice. It then further surprised you when you found yourself speaking to him effortlessly in parseltongue as well, which only caused his grin to expand.

"Yes, only my soulmate should also possess the ability of parseltongue. Very fitting."

And then his lips were on yours. A voice in the back of your head screamed that you should resist, that you should walk away, but you melted into Tom's touch. The number of books you had read on the first kiss with your soulmate didn't even come close to capturing the euphoria you were in, as well as the security you felt.

"You, my darling, are my forever."

***

TEN YEARS LATER.

***

"My Lady, the Dark Lord is waiting for you," the small and nervous death eater spoke, his height falling shorter than yours.

You dismissed him, turning back to the mirror that was cracked at the edges and scratched along the centre. Despite its wear and tear, you could still make out the darkening bags beneath your eyes, giving them a sunken look. The whiteness of your eyeballs had long since taken a permanently bloodshot appearance, but you found yourself uncaring. You ran the tap of the sink in the old-fashioned bedroom, and splashed cold water on to your face, enjoying briefly the refreshing feel - not that hot water was an option in this abandoned house.

Eventually, you left the room, forcing yourself to take upon a more confident walk as you passed death eaters in the dozen. They all bowed respectfully at you, and instantly rushed to open the door to the main room of the house - the centrepiece.

Within the room, Tom was sat alone at the head of the grand but beaten-down table, but his face lit up when he caught sight of you.

"My darling, my Dark Lady," he spoke, rising from his seat to peck your lips and pull you into his chest. You remained there for a while, unwanting to move, which Tom sensed. His arms were the only place you felt comfortable and happy these days. "What is troubling you?"

You shook your head, knowing that your dissatisfaction with this life was a bad thing to discuss when in a house full of murderers. "Nothin', Tom."

Tom was a name rarely spoken when in reference to the man before you anymore, being pretty much exclusively referred to by his chosen name of Lord Voldemort. You were about the only person who could speak his birth name without igniting a fury that could kill nations, but only when you were within closed doors. You could get away with "Tom" in public, but it would lead to a stern chat once you got home that ended in your tears more than you'd like to admit.

He would then comfort you, and coddle you, and, well, you could never stay mad at him or away from him for long. Sometimes you were sure that he had masterfully manipulated you along the way, ensuring your dependency on him, but you were thinking about your situation less and less - in a permanent state of disassociation save for when Tom embraced you.

"Darling," his voice pulled you back to reality, "You don't have to attend if you don't want to. You're the only person allowed to ignore my orders and I want you to use that privilege."

You shook your head again, nuzzling your nose into his warmth. Perhaps you would have taken him up on that offer had you not been under the influence of the drug that was his being.

"Are you sure? The last time you witnessed a murder you were quiet for a week. I don't like seeing you upset and unhealthy."

You mumbled something, but your voice was too muffled for Tom to understand it.

"Hey, hey, look at me, my darling," he said, tilting your head up with his forefinger so you could gaze at him, "Please look after yourself, you are my rock, my forever."

You nodded slightly, feeling exhaustion settle in your bones.

"I want you to rest, we will be back shortly."

He then kissed you, taking his time, slow and delicate as if you were a fragile ornament. But then he parted from you, leaving another peck on your lips before exiting the room.

And, as you watched him disappear out of sight, you briefly allowed yourself the luxury of pondering how life would have been had you walked away all those years ago.

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written; 19/07/2022 —> 05/08/2022 published; 06/08/2022 edited; —/—/——

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urthewolftomystar · 1 year

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should I write my first hp fanfic? I'll probably have trouble having harry(yes its an harry potter x reader lol and no I wont do a fem or nsfw reader im not good at those and im a minor) stay in character but it'll probably still be good anyway. But im also kind of nervous because ive never wrote a fanfic before and writer's block is my absolute worst enemy

#writing #harry potter #hogwarts #harry james potter #marauders #hp fanfics #harry potter x reader #gryffindor #hp x reader #harry potter x y/n #hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry

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butterbeerblurbs · 2 years

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wanna be wherever you are (f.w.)

💌: another instance of fred being the best lover you’ve had. 📝 word count: 504 words / fred weasley x reader / 🌸 the kind of fluff you want 💬: me, casually scrolling through tikitokz and seeing this tiktok :’) i can’t just not write it.

the morning greets you with the light casted on your face. it feels warm, not just from nature but... the arms you feel around you, the blanket over your body, the... is that a pillow below your head? your eyes peel open, your body feeling stiff from sleeping on the carpet floor but it’s not as bad with what’s enveloping you in. as you start to move about, you look over your shoulder to see fred’s sleeping face.

when you roll around, fred lures you back into his arms, effectively making you sigh against his chest. a couple of beats go by and you hear him murmuring groggily: “g’morning...”

“freddie,” you whisper, lightly patting on his shoulder as that’s where your hands can reach, “why’re you sleeping on the floor?”

he chuckles as he comes to wake, peeking to look at your curious eyes blinking up to him. at least that’s a sign you’ve slept well to be so awake already. “isn’t it obvious?” he sighs, circling his arms around you as his eyes flutter shut. “wanted to sleep with you...”

though you don’t ask anything after that, the events of last night rewinds in fred’s mind; in the midst of your silence, processing his words and the new situation you found yourself in.

fred gapes at the sight he’s welcomed with the moment he returns home. he removes his coat, sets his briefcase to the side and quietly locks up before making quick work to get you at least a blanket and pillow first. he’s able to breathe easy when you’re tucked in, taking peaceful breaths in and out as you slept on the carpet by the window; the moonlight casted on your beauty that also made fred’s heart ache at the sight.

he knew how hard you’ve been working. there’s no telling you to slow down because you do take care of your body and health. today just happens to be a day you’re packed with errands and fred can see the toll its taking on you. the last thing he wants to do is not sleep by your side. so when he’s changed to his pyjamas, he returns with a spare pillow, shares the blanket with you and sneaks his arms around you and he’s able to sleep almost immediately.

yet, he makes sure he gives you a kiss at back of your head first and murmurs he loves you before he wanders off to dreamland. he doesn’t hear a respond back, but the way your body shifts back to cuddle your back against his chest lets him know you’ve heard him just fine.

back to the present, fred opens his eyes to see that you’ve gone back to sleep. he smiles, shifts to kiss your forehead this time before whispering i love you.

this time, he feels you scooting closer and whispering back i love you too, freddie before dozing off.

fred joins you a couple of minutes after.

both smiles on your faces. at ease. in each other’s arms.

#fred weasley fanfics #fred weasley #fred weasley x reader #fred weasley fic #fred weasley imagines #fred weasley fanfiction #hp fanfics #hp fanfiction #hp scenarios

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elfswiftiestuff · 2 years

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not sure if this will work but here we go:

I'm trying to find a specific Harry Potter fanfiction, i only remember bits and pieces

- it was a completed HP fic on fanfiction.net

- it had Luna as a seer

-it had a lot of cryptic sentences even early on

- one of the prophecies/cryptic sentences mentioned "eagle's daughter"

- may or may not have an oc lead who was also a seer and was friends with Luna(?)

-i don't remember if ships were important for the story but if they were it was canon ships

#hp fanfics #lf: hp fanfic #looking for hp Fanfic #harry potter fanfiction #harry potter #harry potter fanfic rec #harry potter fanfiction search #luna lovegood #luna lovegood hp fanfic #seer luna lovegood #luna lovegood seer #fanfic finder #fic search #help me find a fic

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hannshines · 1 month

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Hunger Games x FlintWood Au

Hi if you're new, a long time ago I came up with an idea of a FlintWood Au set in the hunger games and I made two posts with images just to give this Au a face, I also started a fic called "Dream Brother" which I posted in Ao3 trying to follow this idea (which got stranded in chapter 8 with a very bad English).

But you know what, screw my fic hahahahahahahahahahaha, no matter how much I've done to get free time, nothing comes out of my head, not because I don't even know how to continue it, no, in my head I put together a three part plot of that fic to save me all that planning time because I'm a little stressed and burned out because my university and my only problem is that I don't know how to develop it.

And after surviving a category 5 hurricane, where my life passed in a span of 3 hours and I went without electricity for more than two weeks after that, I don't want to stay without telling you the thread of this story or even without telling you the ideas I had.

So Welcome to a post explaining all the plot I had for this story.

Starting in my idea about a three parts plot for Dream Brother was to focus in each part on one of the three main characters of the story having clearly still the focus on FlintWood and his development

Part.1: Marcus (his first games and how he met Oliver as well as their development while participating in the games for his sister) - here

Part 2: Daphne (On her attempt to get out as a district escort in the ministry)

Part 3: Adrian (In his development in the last games that i had planned for the story, before the fall of the ministry)

Part 1.

If you come from my fic you know very well what the thing was about, if not, Marcus Flint is 24 years old is from district seven and lives with his mother (who is a winner) and his younger sister in the winner's village, in Marcus's last reaping his sister is chosen to participate in the games, so in an attempt to try to be a good brother he applies the "I offer myself as a tribute" so that his sister does not go because she is only 14 years old, but it does not work out so well since being sections of women and men separated he has no choice but to also participate in the games as a partner of his sister, obviously after this, he travels to the ministry (tribute parade and training sessions) and he begins to meet the other important characters for the part.

Daphne Greengrass: The girl escort of district 6 which particularly is 21 years old and for Marcus is strange that someone so young is escort, has been working in the games for 6 years and has been the youngest to start.

Adrian Pucey: His mentor in the games which Marcus knows relatively well as they are almost "neighbors", he won his games when he was 16 years old and since he started being a mentor has not led anyone to victory.

Oliver Wood: The aforementioned Oliver Wood the boy from district 4 whom Marcus finds particularly attractive and good at fighting but stupidly sentimental and that he has his moral code of not killing anyone in the games.

Percy Weasley: The mentor of district 4, Oliver's best friend since childhood and who always seems to be about to die of stress because no one listens to him, bad at fighting but stupidly smart.

Demelza Robinson: Oliver's district partner and Oliver's childhood friend, good fighter who seems to look down on everyone with hatred and has a thing against Marcus' sister.

Cassius Warrington: The tribute from district 6, who ends up creating a friendship with Marcus and he is afraid of heights.

Sally Ann Perks: The girl from district 2 who should be part of the prefects but hates her district partner and preferred to stay away, good at animal trapping

Lucian Bole and Astoria Greengrass: The two stylists of his district.

Katie Bell: The escort of district 4 that Marcus doesn't consider a ministry girl as with Daphne since there seems to be something different with her.

The prefects: The alliance of the first two districts consisting of Perengrine Derrick (District 1), Millicent Bulstrode (District 1), Miles Bletchey (District 2).

Leanne Moore: Warrington's District partner, whom Marcus considers the most unnoticed of all, Warrington says he doesn't know her very well but Leanne knows Cass very well.

Colin Creevey: The youngest of the District 8 tributes, bad at fighting but seems to know everything about everyone.

Lavander Brown: Colin Creevey's district mate, not a blunt threat.

Theodore Nott: District 1 stylist, friend? Of Daphne, it's his third year working at the games.

Blaise Zabini: District 1 Escort, one of Daphne's best friends who started working for the games long after she did, this is his second year working for the games.

For the interviews the plan that Adrian and Daphne put together for Marcus and Amelia is to follow a game of brothers who would kill for each other being a team, but thanks to the interview of Demelza and Oliver (who were going to invent a romance to look for a minimal chance of both surviving) which goes wrong, Rita Skeeter (the host) end up making a broken phone and making the public believe that who Oliver is really possibly in love with is Marcus and not his partner, this plan changes.

Percy trying to save Oliver's reputation (and without either of his two tributes knowing it) asks Adrian to play along with the idea, Daphne refuses to go along, possibly endangering Amelia, but Adrian sees it as an opportunity to get sponsors and convinces Marcus to play along.

A fight between Marcus and Oliver after the interview because of the way Marcus talked about Oliver, who although he managed to follow the game and get involved in a rumor of a love trio between Demelza, Oliver and him, Oliver is annoyed by the way he referred to him, making him look like a "girl" and Marcus is also angry with him because according to him he is doing him a favor and the other one doesn't thank him.

When the games start they have no choice but to continue with the facade of the lovers, a lot of context about Amelia and Marcus's past, the death of his father, blah blah sentimental stuff.

Development between Marcus and Oliver's relationship that they end up taking being alone a lot of the time.

Sally Anne asks Marcus for an alliance with the only condition that he helps her to kill Miles Bletchey and she would also help in "protecting" her sister if the occasion arises, Warrigton joins them and puts the condition that they do not kill Leanne if she is found and promises that neither she nor Warrigton will do anything to her sister as well as she will help to get rid of Bletchey and the prefects, friendship is friend that cute the ones from Slytherin and AJA.

And here starts to be the thing, the prefects are always 4 or more, never of the never are less, so to Sally Anne not being with them, the rumor was armed that possibly someone else is the four prefect but nobody knows who can be, Marcus really does not trust anyone in the games, the only ones he trusts apart from his sister is Warrington, a little Sally Anne and obviously Oliver.

Because of Oliver, who clearly tells him about Demelza and how they've known each other for years and how he promises him that he can trust her too, Marcus starts to trust Demelza but Amelia doesn't, siblings fight, doesn't matter much because in the end they see that Demelza after being alone with the two of them hasn't done anything and the thing goes on.

Marcus after Cassius is killed starts to doubt that someone is telling his plans, but for him that doesn't make sense either because in reality NOBODY has seen them enough and the only person that Marcus told a little of their plans of where they were going to go or what they were going to do is Oliver, Sally Anne is killed after she killed Millicent in her tried to killed Bletchey (yes she left him whitouts a part of his arm) and the thing started to get more suspicious towards Oliver, because none of the two remaining male prefects went.

When the games advance a little more the news that two tributes from the same district can survive realese, because of some problems and traps Amelia was with Oliver and Marcus just trying to find her in the most desperate way after that news, Amelia panics to be alone with Oliver and although the other tells him not to worry that he will help her to find Marcus and each one will be for his side after that, Demelza arrives and tries to attack Amelia but she manages to escape.

There is a fight between Oliver and Demelza because that was not part of his plan and he was not going to let her kill Marcus' sister, Demelza is angry because if it is not Amelia and Marcus it will be some of them who will end up dead and both of them end up going their separate ways.

Just when Marcus finds Amelia she is killed by Derrick turning Marcus endless feelings and changing his plans.

No, he still has the idea that he won't win, but if people are unfair he will be unfair too and literally now he starts looking to kill any of the tributes he comes across (there were about 8 counting Marcus) and mostly the perfect ones, with the exception of Oliver and Demelza who are the only couple left as tributes and literally the only chance for two of them to survive.

He is doing them the favor just to get even for the prefects killed his sister, a fight between Oliver and Demelza, because Oliver starts to question how they knew where Amelia had gone if the last ones to see her were the two of them and the cannon sounded in less than an hour, and Demelza tells him to stop fooling around and from now on they better stay together, since they are the only pair of tributes left alive.

Marcus in his hunt for the prefects meets Bletchey who ends up being afraid and tells him the whole truth that the fourth prefect all this time had been Demelza who promised them to finish with Marcus in exchange for leaving Oliver alive until the end and if there are no more tributes left than them because clearly it was going to be combat only between them.

Marcus gets angry with Demelza but most of all with Oliver because in all this time he only trusted her because of Oliver and he thinks that Oliver surely knew all that too.

Most of the remaining ones die, Marcus finally meets Demelza at a time when Oliver was not there, difficult fight in which Oliver arrives later and obviously on Demelza's side, because he won't let them kill his friend (And he doesn't understand what's going on) quidditch symbolism between the guardian and a chaser, because Oliver's fight style is not to kill but to protect and protect himself while Marcus is a direct attack.

He leaves Oliver badly wounded and out of the fight and Marcus finally manages to kill Demelza (with a very iconic phrase that he had in his mind because the story is called Dream Brother for a reason) BUT he doesn't kill Oliver, literally Oliver almost almost asks him to kill him, because he doesn't know at what moment they got to that point but Marcus doesn't listen to him and literally tells him a furtive threat that he will live with everything that happened there and leaves.

Marcus is left bad after that fight so when he meets Drerrick who is the last one left, the fight gets a little complicated, he leaves Marcus almost dead but Oliver arrives to save him.

Drerrick dies and here the show begins, it's easy for Marcus to say that simply if Oliver isn't going to kill him he can leave him to bleed out and likewise he's going to die leaving Oliver the winner, but Oliver does neither, a drama because Oliver out of nowhere starts crying and Marcus is confused because he doesn't know what the hell is going on and why the other is crying.

Oliver is the really pretty when you cry

And Oliver says loudly that if Marcus dies he dies too, still going on with the lovers drama (which escalated because everyone in the ministry thought the whole Marcus sister dying is was actually the love triangle and Demelz trying to get Oliver) Marcus tells him what the hell he's doing and to cut the crap, the most forced kiss of life and the only one they give each other in all this time, a slight fight and a struggle between the two because Oliver literally tries to kill himself to manipulate the ministry because not being from the same obvious district the one winner rule came back.

Oliver my less suicidal friend almost bleeds to death because he didn't lie that if there weren't two winners there wouldn't be any and finally they decree them both winners despite being from different districts and obviously before Marcus faints bleeding to death Oliver informs him that he is also going to live with everything he did there.

And end of the story with the first part.

This is just from everything that happened in the games but I was also going to add the lives of the people in the ministry, Adrian and Daphne trying to get sponsors which didn't seem to be difficult because Marcus is a favorite, which is weird to Daphne.

An existential feud between Daphne and in her life because obviously Daphne is not just an escort if not being used for other things, all the bullshit involved in being called a Hallow.

In my story I put that Hallows, are certain winners who do their little jobs with people from the ministry (the favorites), the term is supposed to be used only with the winners but they also started to use it with Daphne as she is Tom Riddle's favorite, which is like an insult to her because she is not from the districts if not a citizen of the ministry, and Daphne actually can almost influence for many things in the games because of her closeness with Riddle.

My less depressive friend Adrian positing after Amelia is killed that this is the precise reason he never wants to return to the ministry every year.

How it really affected both Adrian and most of all Daphne the death of Amelia even though the latter only knew her less than a week, parallels between Daphne/Astoria and Marcus/Amelia.

A rumor starts to spread within the ministry as apparently the Flint surname has been heard since before Marcus arrived, which is the reason why Daphne start to investigaste that part an that.

I really regret not being able to finish that fic, I really wanted to finish it but I don't want to do something ugly either hahahaha, because I'm not the best writer, I had thought about everything else but let's go in parts and relax, anyway hahahahahaha if there are curiosities I'm open to questions, I never refuse.

I even have a saved pinterest pin of costumes, I really liked the image I had of Oliver's costume in they interviews, 10/10 looks in my head, i probably post that later.

#flintwood #hp #hanntalk #harry potter #hp headcanon #marcus flint #oliver wood #everything is possible #fanfic ideas #hp fanfics #i only give ideas #hungergames au #the hunger games #im sorry

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