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tomriddlehyperfixataion · 2 months ago

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The Diary of Tom Riddle- Diary! Tom Riddle x Reader - P6

pairing: Tom riddle x Fem reader

warnings: Horcruxes, Manipulation, Tom being Tom, side effects of being possessed, bleeding from the nose.

summary: 16-year-old (y/n) finds a mysterious black book on the floor of after it slips out of Ginny Weasleys caldron, curious, she picks it up and keeps it-which leads to one thing after another and discovers the book is far more than it seems.

-Part 1- -Part 2- -Part 3- -Part 4- -Part 5- -Part 7-

Harry peeled open the pages of the diary, it was half blank-with loads of notes in the first half-all retaining to the classes that Hogwarts offered. “Defense against the dark arts, Charms, Transfiguration,” Harry muttered under his breath as he flipped through the sections of notes.

It was like looking through Hermione's notes folder-everything sectioned off and dated.

“it’s just a diary being used as a notebook Harry, it’s clearly nothing special,” Ron said as they walked to the hospital wing to see Hermione, who was still recovering from the Polyjuice cat incident.

Harry only hummed in response, for some reason he felt the diary was far more than it seemed-even though all that was written in it was notes and silly doodles. He liked the one of the greasy Snape- even the Slytherin girl this book belonged to didn’t like Snape.

“You should give it back to her Harry, it might not have her name clearly its hers, has her name on the front page and everything.” Hermione said quietly as they visited her in the hospital wing, Hermione tapping the first page that had the Slytherin girls name in ink-right below T.M.Riddle's name that was also written in ink.

“Yeah, but the back says it belongs to Tom Riddle, which Ron says has a trophy about some-great thing he did for the school 50 years ago,” Harry said, Hermione snatching the book from him-grabbing her wand from her bag.

“Then maybe he wrote something down in here about the last time the chamber was opened-“ Hermione said and Harry quickly caught up with what she’d realized, eagerly leaning over her shoulder to watch her tap her wand on the diary thrice. “Aparecium!”

When nothing happened, Hermione huffed, grabbing a red eraser from her bag. “It’s a revealer, I got it in Diagon Alley,” Hermione said when Harry gave her a quizzical look. She rubbed the eraser hard on one of the blank pages, but nothing happened, and Hermione huffed.

“I’m telling you, there’s nothing to find in there,” Ron said, crossing his arms. “Riddle just got a diary for Christmas and couldn’t be bothered to keep it, and that Slytherin girl got it 2nd hand.”

Harry couldn’t explain why he hadn’t given the diary/notebook back to the Slytherin girl, even after she’d left the hospital wing, he’d overheard Madam Pomfrey tell her to take it easy as the stress from NEWTS and the chamber had made her body go into overdrive.

Harry thought how the girl looked when he’d found her in the bathroom was far worse than stress-she almost looked like she was dying.

He shook the thought out of his head, remembering the haunting look in the girl’s eyes when she’d looked at him, he looked back down at the diary in his hands, letting the blank pages flutter in his hand.

Earlier-Lockhart had hired all those ‘cupid’ dwarves and one had cornered him, singing a crude poem to him from Ginny Weasley, in the process, his book bag had ripped, and ink had gotten everywhere-including the diary.

And yet, the diary had no trace of ink on it, unlike the rest of his books, instead the only thing that remained was the notes. Harry frowned in thought-opening the diary to a blank page and dipping his quill, letting a blot of ink drop onto the page.

After a moment-it sunk into page-leaving not a trace of ink.

And then-before his very eyes-new words began to appear.

‘(y/n)?’

Harry’s eyes went wide, and he nearly jumped out of his chair to go show Ron and Hermione, but instead dipped his quill again.

“I’m sorry no, my names Harry Potter.”

There was a moment before the response but eventually the neat scrawl of the diary appeared.

‘Hello Harry potter. My name is Tom Riddle, how did you come upon my diary?’

Those words began to fade just as Harry had re-dipped his quill and hurriedly wrote back.

“The girl who had it had a seizure or something, she dropped it and I picked it up,”

His words faded and very quickly Tom wrote back to him-almost hurried.

‘(y/n). is she okay?’

“She is, she just got out of the hospital wing, madam Pomfrey said it was from stress.”

‘Very good. Why are you keeping my diary, Harry Potter?’

“I was wondering if you knew anything about the chamber of secrets?”

(y/n) practically tore her room apart, looking for Tom’s diary. “well-when did you last have it?” her roommate/friend asked, watching from her bed concerned as (y/n) flipped over her mattress.

“I don’t know! Uhgh-the bathroom, I think? I got all dizzy n shit and the last thing I remember before passing out as throwing my bag to the floor.” (y/n) huffed, tapping her finger in frustration on her bedpost.

“Maybe it’s still in the bathroom then? It could’ve been washed into one of the stalls with all that flooding from moaning myrtle?” her roommate suggested and (y/n) had to concede she might be right.

God Tom was going to be so pissed at her for letting him stew in toilet water for so many days, she’d have to get him more good ink or something to make up for it.

However, the diary wasn’t there.

“Myrtle?” (y/n) asked gently, looking up at the floating ghost girl, who stared at her. “Did my books happen to be picked up when I fell in here last week?”

Myrtle tilted her head in thought and nodded. “Oh yes, Harry Potter picked up that little black book,” Myrtle said faintly, before going back to moaning and groaning about death. (y/n) thanked her and left the bathroom, looking to find potter to see if he’d kept her/Tom’s diary by accident.

She found him and his friends walking through the courtyard, talking about…the chamber of secrets? “Hagrid opened the chamber of secrets 50 years ago,” Harry said quietly to Ron and Hermione.

“Riddle-” That got (y/n)’s attention, had Harry really kept the diary and written in it? Thank god all of hers and Tom’s conversations didn’t stay in the diary, only keeping the notes he rewrote for her. “-might have the wrong person,” said Hermione. “Maybe is some other monster that was attacking people…”

“How many monsters d’you think this place can hold?” Ron asked rhetorically, (y/n) following close behind, hoping to get the diary back from Potter, she felt weird without it, like something was missing.

Merlin maybe she was getting way too attached to Tom.

“We always knew Hagrid had been expelled,” said Harry miserably, “and the attacks must’ve stopped after Hagrid was kicked out. Otherwise, Riddle wouldn’t have got his award.”

What sort’ve hero stories was the nerd telling the 12-year-olds???

She decided to interrupt their little chat about Tom, the chamber, and Hagrid-wanting the diary back.

“Hello,” she said softly, waving to the three, looking down at them as they froze and turned to face her, though relaxed when they saw it was only her-the girl who had the diary before Harry. “Sorry to interrupt you, but it was brought to my attention that you might still have my notebook? It’s a black leather-bound book with the name Tom Riddle on the back? It has all my notes for the upcoming exams on it and I need it before they start.”

Harry nodded jankily, but didn’t reach into his bag for it. “Uh-yeah, uh, did you know it could write back?” (y/n) tilted her head but nodded.

“Uh, yeah, it’s a personality enchantment, very rare advanced magic.” (y/n) said casually, just wanting the diary back and not to converse with the three for much longer.

“Did he tell you anything about the chamber of secrets?” Harry asked, remembering Riddle's concern for (y/n) and near demands, to be returned to her.

(y/n) shook her head, having never asked. “No, never asked, but he is tutoring me for defense against the dark arts, since Lockhart is… Lockhart.” (y/n) said with a scrunch of her nose and Hermione looked to have half a mind to scold her while the boys just smiled, glad to finally have met a girl who thought Lockhart was just as stupid as they thought he was.

(y/n) just huffed, crossing her arms. “Could I have the diary back? I really do need those notes,” (y/n) asked again and Harry nodded, telling her he was keeping it up in his dorm room and he’d pass it back to her later. She narrowed her eyes a bit, feeling an odd flare of frustration and possessiveness at him for keeping the diary for even longer but pushed it down.

“Thanks,” She said, giving the three a short wave-turning on her heel and heading for her next class.

Hours later, almost dinner, she finally got the diary back, Harry handing it back to her-quite reluctantly might she add-but (y/n) didn’t care, clutching the diary close to her side as she thanked Harry and turned to go back to her dorm, moving the diary from her side to her chest.

It felt like a hug as she held it.

She sighed in relief as she stepped into her dorm, pressing her back against the door to close it, letting her head drop to her chest slightly, clutching the diary to her chest.

She really didn’t know why she was attached to the diary/Tom so much, when she didn’t have it/him on hand, it felt…odd, like something important was missing.

(y/n) hopped onto her bed and flipped open the diary, glad to see all the notes Tom had rewritten for her still there. She grabbed her quill and opened her ink well, dipping the tip before pressing it to the page.

“sorry for dropping you in the bathroom :s”

‘(y/n)?’

“yeah, I had some sort of seizure from the stress of the whole, chamber and exams, situation. Got really dizzy and my nose started to bleed really bad, passed out in the second-floor girls' bathroom.”

‘Merlin. Are you okay?’

“I am now, some rest did good for me, Madam Pomfrey told me to keep taking it easy though”

‘I see. No late night chatting with me anymore then.’

(y/n) gasped a bit and sat up, frowning.

“not fair! I like talking to you!”

‘I like talking to you too, but staying up till, merlin knows how late, talking to me isn’t helping your health. So, no more of that until you’re feeling better.’

“fine.”

‘(y/n).’

“I know! Thank you for looking out for me, means a lot. :3”

‘What in Merlin’s beard does :3 mean?’

“it’s a cute smiley face~! :3”

‘Stop it it’s, what’s the word you used? Cringe?’

“hey!”

Things finally felt normal again, (y/n) was finally getting some good rest as the months moved from February to May, her DADA tutoring sessions with Tom went pretty well, though once in a while he’d ask if she’d like to have a more-in depth lesson but she always declined, still a little weirded out by the way he could do the whole ‘pull someone into his subspace’ thing.

Plus, last time she’d gotten a nosebleed from the magic strain of it, she didn’t want to have another one.

Since her little-trip-to the hospital wing, the attacks had stopped and everyone else was finally relaxing, the tension finally easing up as the threat of ‘the heir of Slytherin and its monster’ seemed to have its fill and leave.

(y/n) currently was having some trouble with her potions work, her brow furrowed as she looked over her assigned work again and again, but it was just all blurring together in a mesh of nothing. She sighed, dropping her quill and rubbing her face. She needed a break.

She looked down at the diary, seeing she’d gotten a big ink blot on it from dropping her quill, sighing and moving the quill off of it and into the ink well. The ink sunk into the page and Tom’s writing appeared.

‘What was that for?’

“dropped the quill on the page, sorry.”

‘Tired?’

“very, i wanna go take a nap but the quidditch game is today and my friend is no doubt going to drag me off to that and its within the hour, hardly have time to even get up to my room and put my stuff away.”

‘I see.’

‘I could help?’

“how?”

‘If you would allow me, time doesn’t really pass within the diary, you could take a short nap if you wish? I just wouldn’t be able to talk to you for a few days, as I know the last time I pulled you in, it caused immense strain on your magic, and I’d rather avoid that.’

(y/n) hesitated, her quill hovering over the page as Tom’s words faded away.

“you promise it wont hurt me this time?”

‘I promise. Do I have your permission?’

(y/n) looked around the library, glancing at her watch, and then put her quill to the page again.

“you have my permission.”

In the same way as it did the first time, the gutter of the book became a blinding light that seemed to pull her into the diary-and the hands that caught her were even gentler than the first time.

She looked up, seeing the sepia-toned face of Tom Riddle, smirking down at her as he held her steady. She cleared her throat, gently pushing herself up to stand and he chuckled, reaching out his hand to hers. “C’mon, I know a good spot for a nap,” Tom said, and she took his hand, letting him lead her down the diaries Hogwarts halls.

He led her to the Slytherin common room, and she laid down on the big couch that was even comfier than the one in the actual common room, her eyes fluttering closed as a blanket was laid atop her, a cold hand brushing the hair from her face.

When she awoke, she was back in the library, sleeping over her books and the diary. She jolted up, checking her watch-only 15 minutes had passed, and yet it felt like she got several hours of sleep. She picked up her quill, writing a quick thank you to Tom before she packed everything up and rushed to her dorm room to change for the quidditch match.

As she went to leave the common room to go to the quidditch match-everyone suddenly crowded in, all looking worried. “What happened?” (y/n) asked her friend who quickly took her by the hand to sit down by the fireplace.

“There was another attack,” her friend whispered and (y/n)’s heart stuttered in her chest, her eyes widening.

“What? Where?” (y/n) gasped, her mouth gaped open.

“The library,”

(y/n)’s heart dropped to her stomach, her hand covering her mouth. She’d just been in the library! Had the attack happened while she was there? Or after she left?? But she was just there!?

“I was just there,” she whispered and (y/n)’s friend frowned, a horrified look growing on her face.

“Oh my god-did you see the petrified students?” (y/n) shook her friend in response, clutching at her stomach as the feeling of missed danger passed over her.

“No, I didn’t, i-I fell asleep while studying,” (y/n) said, which wasn’t a total lie, her face growing paler as she realized how close to danger she’d been, what if the monster had attacked her? How close had the monster been? Had it attacked while she’d been with Tom? Or right after she left?

Snape, the head of Slytherin house, walked through the portrait doorway, holding a scroll in his hands. “Attention, all of you.” Snape said, sounding drearier and more serious than normal. That was freaky, since Snape never panicked about anything. “Due to the recent events, these new rules will be effective immediately. All students will return to their house common rooms by six o’clock every evening. No student is to leave the common rooms after that time. You will be escorted to each lesson by a teacher. No student is to use the bathroom unaccompanied by a teacher. All further quidditch training and matches are to be postponed. There will be no more evening activities.”

Many of the students groaned at the very restricting rules. “But no Slytherins have been attacked!” Draco Malfoy complained, and Snape silenced him with a glare.

“We will not be taking those risks, Mr. Malfoy. Any breaking of these rules and you will find yourself back in London before you can even whine.” Snape drawled, pinning the scroll to the common room info board. “And I should tell you, unless the perpetrator behind these attacks is caught, it is likely the school will close.”

With a flare of his robes, Snape dramatically left the Slytherin common room, locking it behind him. Everyone looked at each other, wary that one of them might be the heir of Slytherin-the reason behind the attacks. It was a running joke that Harry Potter was the heir, due to his parseltongue ability, but that’s all it was-a joke.

(y/n), however, was mentally panicking, remembering that odd dream from months ago, remembering herself speaking parseltongue. But she’d also overheard Potter and his friends talking about how Tom told them that Hagrid was the one accused of opening the chamber last time.

And she couldn’t ask Tom to confirm that right now, as he was going to take a rest due to him using his limited magic to keep her from straining her own magic while he kept her in his subspace. She sighed heavily, rubbing her face.

The attack, the double attack, had happened while she’d been in the library, the library was where the attack had happened-and most likely while she’d been asleep.

What if…what if she was the culprit? What if she, unknowingly, was the heir of Slytherin somehow and had been doing things while unconscious?

Merlin that was a terrifying what-if.

She was muggle-born, that was true, but muggleborns had to have some sort of magical lineage in their blood, what if…what if the witch/wizard in her bloodline had been a descendant of Salazar?

Fuck she hoped not.

God, she wished she could talk to Tom right now, he always knew what to say to calm her down when she was spiraling.

Hours later, it was announced Dumbledore had been suspended by the school board and Hagrid had been arrested and sent to Azkaban.

Fuck.

-end of part 6-

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addsalwayssick · 9 months ago

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Wolfstar microfic- @wolfstarmicrofic day 1- word count- 459

Sirius didn’t mean to, really, he didn’t. He didn’t intentionally go to find Remus’s diary. He was looking for his favorite t-shirt he left in Remus’s bed last time they slept in the same bed together. He had gotten hot mid sleep and torn it off. But then, Curiosity got ahold of him. He opened up the diary and…nothing. Sirius began feeling extremely confused because he’d seen Remus write in it almost every night.

He racked his brain for the spell to make it appear. “Aparecium.” Sirius spoke softly, touching the tip of his wand to the parchment. Words flooded the page. He started on the first page, Reading on.

‘James has been a prat today. He knows. Of course he knows. James know everything about everyone. He keeps urging me to tell him, but I just can’t. He’ll never speak to me again. James tells me I don’t know that, but I do. He, in all of his leather jacket, long black hair biker glory, would like me. A werewolf. Funny joke, am I right? Sirius is gorgeous. I’m me. He’s funny, he’s smart, he’s everything you could ever want. He’s everything a girl could want. Because of course, not only could he just not like me, but of course he has to be straight as well. Someone’s got it out for me.’

The dorm room opened, and Remus walked in. He placed his jumper of the chair, and turned around to his bed, where Sirius was sitting with Remus’s diary open on his lap.

Remus’s mouth dropped open, and betrayal flickered in his eyes. “Sirius?” Sirius closed the diary and walked over to Remus.

Remus took steps back, pressing his back against the door. “Look, Sirius i’m sorry but I can just change dorms.”

Sirius walked closer to him, and Remus drew his wand. Sirius felt his heart pang at the fact that Remus thought Sirius was going to hurt him, just because of his sexuality. Sirius, who had been in love with Remus since the first moment he’d seen him. Hurt him? He’d never.

Sirius put his hand on the wand, bringing it down. This was the first time he’d seen Remus look so frightened. Even when Sirius found out he was a werewolf, he hadn’t looked like this.

Sirius stepped into his arms and let out a little sob. “Sirius?” Remus inquired, wrapping his arms around Sirius hesitantly. Sirius sobbed into his chest.

“Rem i’m so sorry.” Sirius said between sobs and sniffles.

“For?” Remus asked curiously.

“For not showing you that I didn’t care about your sexuality. For not showing you that i’m in love with you better.”

“You’re what?”

Sirius lifted his head off of his chest and pressed his lips to Remus’s.

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wolfstargazer · 9 months ago

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March 1st - Aparecium - @wolfstarmicrofic - word count: 296

Remus had forgotten that it had even existed, slid beneath the pages of the dog-eared paperback. He didn't know when he had hidden it. Sometime after their deaths, he assumed... when any and all reminders of Lily and James had been too painful to endure.

He had been rearranging the books on his shelves, his usual rainy day activity, when the photo had fluttered out from where it lain forgotten and down onto the floor. He saw the smiling faces of Lily and of James frozen as he stooped to retrieve it. He saw his own face, much younger and brighter than the one that stared back now from his mirror, a curious smile playing on his face as he looked off into the empty space beside him.

Remus remembered this day; the warmth of the sun on his face, Lily asleep with her head in James' lap, Peter grabbing the camera and directing them to pose beneath the tree.

A sudden realisation hit Remus. His stomach sank, and his suspicions were confirmed as he flipped over the photo and read the description he'd scrawled there years before: "Lily, Prongs, Padfoot and Me - June 1979."

Remus sighed, withdrew his wand and, after a momentary hesitation, pressed it against the photo and muttered, "Aparecium."

Colour bled across the picture, filling in the gap with a familiar figure. Two grey eyes, dancing with laughter and life, turned towards him. As Sirius appeared, the photo unfroze, the magic returning after all these years. Lily was laughing. James was swotting at something in the air, one arm drapped around her shoulder...

Remus had been caught, his eyes locked with Sirius'. Sirius gave a rakish grin, bathed in the sunlight of memory. And Remus, blushing, returned his smile softly before looking uncertainly away.

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in-love-with-the-marauders · 9 months ago

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@wolfstarmicrofic

Prompt 1: aparecium - 216 words

Remus was feeling nervous. He had wanted to show his friends the map for a while, but he needed to make sure it was perfect first.

When he did show them, they were all impressed.

"So you're saying that with this we should be able to se everyone, at all times?" James asked, astonished

"Yeah, but I'm still working on a spell for that to apply to everyone in the castle. For now I just enchanted the teachers and Filch"

"I'll help!" Said Peter, looking excited. He always liked researching for pranks.

"We should put a spell so only us could see it. Like, with revelio or aparecium" Sirius suggested, still staring at the map.

James brightened up at this "it should probably be some frase, though. And if they say it wrong, the map insults them"

"I solemnly swear that I am up to no good" Remus whispered and Sirius' head snapped up

"Say that again" he said

"I solemnly swear that I am up to no good"

"Yes, Moony! That's brilliant" Peter said, excited

"You're brilliant" Sirius muttered, his eyes shining in admiration.

He usually looked at him like that, like he had hung the moon in the sky.

Remus would never admit it out loud, but those eyes melted him inside and out.

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missmoonfrost · 9 months ago

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The origin of The Map - a wolfstar microfic

March 1 - Aparecium - 245 words

Remus dropped his bag on the floor and threw himself on the bed. Just a few minutes of rest and he’d be able to get working on his Potions-essay.

“Ugh, I don’t want to go to detention”, James complained. That’s right. James and Sirius would have to leave in a little bit. Remus sat up again, he could rest when they were away.

“I’ve been working on something”, Sirius told them excitedly and brought out a piece of parchment. “A tool to not get caught next time. Look.”

It was a column of names: Filch, Professor McGonagall, Professor Slughorn, Professor Flitwick, and many more. Next to them was a column of locations: South corridor of 2:nd floor, Professor McGonagall’s office, Potions classroom, Great Hall, etc.

Before their eyes, they saw Professor Flitwick’s location change through stairs and corridors to his own office. Remus yaw dropped.

“What? How? You’re a genius!”

Sirius smiled with one corner of his mouth, flicked his hair, and beamed at Remus. For otherwise being so cocky he seemed remarkably flustered by the praise.

“We need to make it secret, though,” James added. “Something a simple Aparecium could not reveal. It doesn’t do to get caught with this on hand.”

“Agree. Maybe a password of some sort?” Sirius suggested thoughtfully.

“It should be a map”, Remus stated, “a map showing everyone in the castle.”

Sirius met his gaze again. His stunning pearl-grey eyes lit up with excitement.

“Yes. That would be perfect.”

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bimoonphases · 9 months ago

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@wolfstarmicrofic March 1 – prompt 1: Aparecium – word count 558

Aparecium - Reveals secret, written messages

It had always been like this between the two of them, since their first year at Hogwarts. When their respective birthdays approached, they wrote down what they would give the other as a gift somewhere and the birthday boy had the right to search for it everywhere he wanted. If he found the note, he could change the gift if he didn’t like it and the other had to get him that. Of course, the list had to be completed weeks before the actual birthday.

“Prongs, please, can you not do this?”

“Keep the door close Remus,” James said. “Peter’s keeping him busy with a game of chess but you know he has no patience,” he added as he meticulously went through every pillow on Sirius’s four-poster bed in search of the note.

“Why do you even need to find that note?” Remus sighed. “You two know each other so well you never got even one gift wrong since you met.”

“It’s exactly that,” James answered, now palming under the covers. “I don’t want him to get me a gift this year.”

“What?”

“Come on, Moony,” James got up from the bed before kneeling to look under it. “He turned up at my house this summer, he’s been officially part of the family since then.”

“I know,” Remus nodded, the tale of the night Sirius had showed up with only his wand and traces of an Unforgivable Curse all over him at the Potters’ still sending shivers down his spine.

“That’s my birthday gift,” James went on, now basically under the bed. “He doesn’t have to give me anything else, having him as a brother is more than enough.”

“That’s… Very sweet, Prongs.”

“Ha! Here it is!”

James remerged with a piece of parchment in his hand and Remus craned his neck from the door to look.

“It’s blank” he said.

“No one hides a blank piece of parchment, Moony,” James rolled his eyes and pointed his wand at it. “Aparecium! See? There’s a whole list! Book: just check he doesn’t own it already. It’s a bit vague but I have a lot of Quiddich manuals I guess. Chocolate. That’s more your thing than mine, Moony, but alright.”

“Uhm, James?”

“I wonder if he circled which one he decided on…” James went on. “Flowers: be careful not to accidentally get wolfsbane. He must’ve remembered my rant about why can’t boys get other boys flowers as gifts, and of course we wouldn’t want to have anything that could harm you in the dorm, Moony.”

“James…”

“Hold on, this one’s crossed out… Ring: too soon. Okay, this one doesn’t make sense, I don’t wear rings. Get his name tattooed. He’s probably already getting my surname when the paperwork goes through, he doesn’t have to get it tattooed... I mean, I know how much he loves tattoos but this one’s a bit excessive in my opinion.”

“James…”

“I’m sure he chose the last one, it’s underlined but he wrote in such a tiny handwriting… Wait in his bed naked and-“

“James!”

James looked up at Remus, noticing his friend was now a deep shade of red. He mumbled something, pointing at the list.

“What?”

“My birthday is before yours, Prongs,” Remus repeated.

James’s brain, busy wondering why on earth would he want his soon-to-be-brother naked in his bed finally clicked.

“Oh.”

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brandileigh2003 · 7 months ago

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Wolfstar 1 shot fic recs

~~~please give these authors love, fandom engagement with writers is down and it means more than you know. ~~~

All are wolfstar (mix of jily and jegulus as other ship) Complete unless marked. There is plenty of fluff, however. Check tags please, some are sad, mcd, or deal with things that some find triggering

-Be silent like deep water by her_smile_forges_galaxies: deaf remus. If you know me, need I say more?

-Heat and balance by eyra

-Aparecium by imparfait: this is part of series, some are longer, but one of my favorite wolfstar characterizations. Hogwarts, no voldy

-Consider the Lotus by busaikko: Sirius goes with remus to register at the ministry after the prank to show realities of lycanthropy

-Young Hearts Intertwined by goodboylupin: There’s a special kind of magic to a wartime wedding.

-Grow As We Go sapphicselene: post 1st war divergent, wolfstar in therapy

-anything by lucigoo89

-Signs of Affection by KittyCargo another deaf remus fic but so good

-lazing on a sunday afternoon by peachyybabe raising teddy fluff fic with disability rep

-Consider the Lotus by busaikko a look at how ministry treats werewolves from Sirius pov

This Is the Way the World Ends by YouBlitheringIdiot: look I like to make myself sad

-From the Patient Files of Remus J Lupin, 1971 by TheQueerTailor

-Sweets and Books by Writer_INFJ_2w1

-Vigil Strange I Kept by whitmans_kiss: explores effects of lycanthropy

-wolfcry22: this author examines lycanthropy and illness

-Small Bones of Courage by Anonymous: check tags! It's mcd and heavy topics

-Rarer Than One in a Million by Sp00nhater sickfic no mcd

-Choosing You by @cruisinwritealong one shot, they're cute

-Engaged for 43 years by halfravenhalfclaw from their first meeting till the very end (now with wip extended version)

-Blind Werewolf McWolf by orphan_account

**feel free to check out my fics, most are on shorter side

--also longer recs

#wolfstar #remus lupin #marauders #sirius black #1 shots #1 shot #one shot #fic recs

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aftgficrec · 5 months ago

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Hellooooo, I can’t believe this is open!1!1!!1 First of all, I wanted to thank you all so much for all the work you do!

I wanted to ask for fics about the twinyards pretending to be each other. Mainly light funny ones if you find them but any will do. Thank you so much!!!

Hi there, anon! Most of the light funny ones can be found in our previous ask for this. -A

NB: in longer fics this could just be a quick switch, so read them with that in mind

previous recs:

the twins switch 1 here

‘the glow in our mouths’ and ‘The Morning AUs Chapter 52: The Parent Trap AU’ here

‘The one with Kevaaron’ here

‘Aftg Youtube AU’ here

‘Forming a Family; Forging a Future’ here

you may also like:

Neil mistakes Aaron for Andrew here

twinyard mistaken identity here

‘If I Knew You’ here

aaron minyard is a little bit cursed series by BlueJay26 [Rated G, 2 complete works, Updated June 2023, Locked]

Part 1: Jeremy Knox Solves the Transmutation Question: Baffles Centuries' Worth of Alchemists [1429 Words, Twinyards Appreciation Week 2022] [Merriam-Webster] metamorphosis| \ˌme-tə-ˈmȯr-fə-səs\ : a change of physical form, structure, or substance especially by supernatural means // the metamorphosis of a perfectly nice teak table into gold (by your baby cousin who won't stop getting cursed) Or, Nicky endures the twins' shenanigans in every possible universe. **Written for Twinyards Appreciation Week, prompt - metamorphosis**

Part 2: AITA? No. Am I cursed? Very probably. [505 Words] I impersonated my twin brother to play a trick on his boyfriend. AITA?

AFTG Bingo 2k18: The Twinyard Card by exactly13percent [Rated T, Collection, Complete, 2018]

Chapter 2: Pretend College is difficult enough to navigate without Andrew playing games with Aaron's best friend.

Two of a Kind by gluupor [Rated T, 9957 Words, Complete, 2019]

When Aaron didn't get offered an exy scholarship while Andrew did, they came up with a plan. Andrew would play exy and Aaron would go to class. No one would ever know that they were actually two separate people. What could possibly go wrong?

After Aaron goes to Andrew’s Press conference by @iserenademefan [Tumblr, 2018]

Andrew and Aaron pretending to be eachother by @offbrandginger [Tumblr, 2017]

angstier twins switch:

‘Give Me Another Minute (to Lay Here in Your Echo)’ and ‘another turning point, a fork stuck in the road’ here

‘Unlucky Lies’ here

‘aparecium’ here

‘Brother’s Best-Friend’ here

‘white walls’ here

‘Deals With Devils’ here (updated)

Doctor, What Doctor by AceSirenSinger [Rated T, 4081 Words, Complete, 2023]

And then, unfortunately, Aaron has an idea. The idea itself is almost not worth having. It is deeply unethical. It is the opposite of ‘do no harm,’ and it is not even guaranteed to work. Aaron actually thinks that this idea might be worse for his license than performing illegal care on a probable criminal in a back alley in the dark. No, Aaron thinks, it is undeniably worse. “You’re a survivor,” Aaron repeats. “You should already be dead, but you’re not. You should pass out sometime in the next few minutes, but I’m guessing you won’t.” Aaron squares his shoulders, makes himself say the words. “If I give you an address, can you get there? •• An AU where Aaron is a doctor, Andrew is FBI, and Neil’s gone rogue against the mafia. Neil needs medical care, and it really should be Aaron performing it, right? Right??

tw: implied/referenced child abuse, tw: major character injury, tw: blood, tw: violence, tw: needles

Your love is my drug by babyprincess675 [Rated G, 24524 Words, Incomplete, Updated June 2024]

Andrew Minyard’s life has been painfully mediocre for years since high school, nothing but guilt keeping him alive up until his twin brother invites him to his Christmas themed wedding in Alaska, where everything changes. Or Andrew gets invited to Aaron’s wedding after years of no contact and things go wrong.

tw: anxiety disorder, tw: suicide attempt, tw: overdose, tw: implied/referenced child abuse, tw: implied/referenced murder, tw: implied/referenced rape/noncon, tw: implied/referenced self harm, tw: implied/referenced torture, tw: violence, tw: alcohol

in a manner of speaking by likearecord [Rated T, 6335 Words, Complete, 2021]

In Andrew's defense, blind dates are terrible and almost all of Kevin's friends are even worse. Nine times out of ten, calling in a favor to get Aaron to switch and tank it for him would be fine. Unfortunately, Andrew found number ten.

Crossfire by RoseGold_En [Rated M, 18396 Words, Complete, 2018]

The year is 2073. Andrew and Aaron Minyard are twins born into a world with a strict one-child policy due to overpopulation. They take on a singular identity as "Adam Minyard", with only one of them allowed outside at a time. Siblings who are discovered are separated from their families and put into an eternal cryosleep. One day, Andrew disappears. Aaron and Nicky have to find him while maintaining the twins' cover. It's up to Aaron to find out who sold them out and why a bureau agent named "Neil" knows his brother's real name.

tw: vomit, tw: alcohol, tw: violence, tw: gun violence, tw: death, tw: choking, tw: blood, tw: involuntary outing, tw: fire, tw: needles

Secret twin royalty au by @professionalfangirl24601 [Tumblr, 2021]

When queen Tilda gave birth to male identical twins, she knew it could be a threat to her country's future stability. In order to avoid the brothers fighting for the throne, she decided to give one of them up. He would be raised by a maid and then imprisoned with an iron mask constantly covering his face.

Backliner Andrew by @palmettofoxden [Tumblr, 2017]

Part 1: Andrew takes Aaron's place Part 2: Andrew takes Aaron’s place - follow-up ideas Part 3: Backliner Andrew 3/?

aaron is fat and buff too!!! hc by @palmett-hoes [Tumblr, 2020]

they're deals on deals on deals. meta by @thespineoftherighteous [Tumblr, 2023]

Art

Minyards art by @lnmei

HAPPY TWINYARD DAY!!! art by @babaleza

Aaron and Andrew sand castle building art by @emry-stars-art

POV: You’re Riko and the Twinyards are burying your body. art by @/capt.christine on instagram

nerdy Minyards art by @/intradaya on instagram

Mindyards on defense art by @/kulartly on instagram

andrew & aaron sarcastic healing art by @oliviaillustrations

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mundrakan · 9 months ago

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Prompt: Aparecium

@wolfstarmicrofic - 140 words

Each day the routine, opening the newspaper, going down to the margins, uttering the spell and dipping the wand three times. “Aparecium”. Each day, nothing. Remus was almost ready to give up, ready to accept that Sirius had been killed and wouldn't contact him ever again.

Just then he found the paw print. Just one. The next day another. It took him two weeks to figure out that there was a map, one more to understand what it showed. But he found it. He found it, and in it a scruffy dog, who changed into man just long enough to tell him. “I killed Peter. He was the traitor. They are after me now. Aurors and Death Eaters.”

Remus didn't mind taking a dog home. Many lone werewolves had them as companions. Knowing the rules, they didn't get ripped apart.

#wolfstar microfic

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aparecium-lp · 2 years ago

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Matric Ball Students 2of2 Client: @thornhillccollege Location: @anewhotels Hilton, KZN, RSA Photographer: @ohthatskas Camera: @canonrsa 5D mkii Lens: @canonrsa 50mm, f1.8 #aparecium #aparecium_lp #kamilkasphotography #matricball #matricball2022 #matricballphotography #shindig #eventphotography #promnight #prom #school #canonrsa #canonsa #canonphotography #godoxringlight #godox #southafrica #anewhotelhilton #anewhotel #hilton #kzn (at ANEW Hotel Hilton Pietermaritzburg) https://www.instagram.com/p/ClvKK3IM9Xa/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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fantastic-wizards · 1 year ago

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"Can I kiss you?" (sal for albus obvs)

Send "Can I kiss you?" to see how my muse responds.

:｡･:*:･ﾟ’★,｡･:*:･ﾟ’☆ || @fallencrowns

There were moments when Albus would find himself standing atop the Astronomy Tower wondering if he imagined the whole thing between himself and professor Corvinus. Sometimes it still didn't feel real and yet the moments played out like a movie in his head. From the chance meeting that night in the lounge to the night they both realized they were both dangerous men if angered.

Albus had a bit more of a cooler head; slow to temper unless it involved his ex while Corvinus in general was one for keeping his guard up at all times. A man gifted at Occlumency was not one to be taken lightly. Albus was certain that, despite any muddy waters, Corvinus had the same mind set. They were both poised to keep their guards up, for no doubt there were secrets on both ends that they didn't want out. Albus had yet to truly speculate what Corvinus might be hiding while he doubted anyone could simply guess most of Albus' secrets involved a sister they knew nothing about. It was best to keep people guessing although he knew getting involved with someone would make things that much more difficult in the long run.

Secrets aside, he hadn't truly the time to test those theories, for no sooner had the night ended between them, urgent owls had come that pertained information to keep them at arm's length for quite a while. Corvinus had to leave for a trip quite suddenly while Albus was summoned to the Ministry. It hardly mattered though. With the year winding down, summer would be upon them soon. Exams were coming up and once those were out of the way, it was coast time until the final banners hung for the last time that year.

Albus returned from his trip, cuffs still active. Despite his insistence that Newt was not working for him, Travers was still of a mind to wait and see for himself. Once Newt returned to London, the Ministry planned to haul him in for questioning. Albus thought they were beyond this; thought that by now, they could clearly see that Albus knew nothing of Gellert's activities. All Albus had were hunches; potential clues of what Gellert had planned next, but Albus didn't let it get him down. Cuffs or no cuffs, he could defend himself if need be but behind these walls, he'd like to think there would be no need. Whatever misunderstanding he had with Corvinus before had quickly ( or at least in Albus' mind ) morphed into something entirely different and quite unexpected.

Though it had been months real time, for Albus, it still felt rather sudden. Never mind the instant 'spark' that was felt the night they shared tea over politics. Disagreement or not, there had been something there; an aura in the air that left Albus wondering if the conversation could have kept going had he not run off. And even to this day, Albus was left to speculate if he ran because of his own instant distaste for those who hated Muggles or if it was due to the 'spark' he felt. He was not blind. He hadn't failed to notice just how attractive the man was, but Albus was certain he ignored it because of his own issues. After all, seeing Gellert again, even from afar, had done something to his spirit. Nothing or no one ( at the time anyway ) had any chance of distracting him from a heart that still longed for the one he had to end.

Days passed upon his return with Albus finding himself in the midst of the 'End of the Year' shenanigans. Dances were being planned while others were hoarding the newest Zonko's products. Knowing some of the other professors would disapprove, Albus chose to keep quiet all the same. He'd merely give knowing looks in passing as products whizzed by his head on the way to lunch. Or offer a knowing smirk as students suspiciously hovered outside Filch's office. At least all of their antics were geared towards others. He didn't fancy the idea of cleaning up silly string after a bomb had gone off in his office.

It was after his evening shower when he'd emerge again, dressed comfortably in khakis and a light pink button down. Fireworks were being unleashed tonight as one of the many events that took place before Hogwarts closed for the summer. Everyone was out on the courtyard enjoying the scenery and rather than staying hidden in his office, Albus opted ( for once in his life ) to go out and enjoy the night's air.

He hung back from the crowd of kids, leaning against a tree trunk. Just a few feet away were teens watching with friends or using the crowd as cover for activities Minerva would surely frown upon were she the one assigned to watch over them. As it were, she was farther down with some of the first and second years while Albus was kinda watching over the older ones. Nothing too bad was happening and so he let them be, choosing to enjoy the fireworks in a manner that only magic could produce. The various shapes and animals coming to life in the form of colored blasts were quite entertaining. Even he found himself smiling at some of the antics being put on display.

But it was a feeling of being watched that gave cause to pause; a feeling that had him tearing eyes away from the sky so he could look around. He saw no one, at least in the beginning. Chalking it to being his own paranoia, he went back to the display only to tense when a hand came to rest at the small of his back --- an unexpected touch that had him looking over, ready to politely peel himself away only for him to pause. Blue eyes widened at the sight while lips slightly parted in a show of utter surprise. He had thought... He had come to terms with the fact that he might not see the other male until summer when a trip had been planned far away from London's shores. Regardless, at the very least he now had proof that it wasn't all in his head. Seeing him brought back a rush of memories he thought the many weeks apart might bury. Things spoken in the quiet of the night in empty halls and classrooms surely meant little after all this time right? Wrong.

But then he's reminded of something, a gentleness in features that were oft hard and difficult to read during the daylight hours. Such features were accompanied by a hand just as gentle, reaching to smooth over freshly shaved skin. Albus was still at a loss for words but it was difficult to know the one cause. Perhaps there was more than one cause though he was stubborn enough to deny the fact that it was his own weakness slipping from behind the mask. Out here, it should have been all too easy to hide. He did it for so long. One night of confessions shouldn't have been enough to break the mask yet here he was allowing his eyes to downcast as foreheads finally touched.

What were they doing? What was HE doing? Albus Dumbledore? What if someone saw this? Saw them standing like this? What if... yet he knew the it was far too loud and too dark in their shared space to draw too much attention. It had been a while since he last saw the other professor. A reunion of this caliber was surely warranted after they parted last...

“I don’t want your power. I just want you.” “...I will be yours.”

Again, some part of him thought he might have imagined the whole thing. He never let anyone close to him so why would this be real? Why?

“Corvinus...”

“You know my name. Now say it.”

Words were spoken quietly by the other sharply dressed male and while it took Albus a moment to form words, he finally let his true name slip from his lips equally softly.

“Ophiucus.”

He could almost feel the smirk before he looked up to see it for himself. That smug, satisfied look had Albus nearly rolling his eyes and yet lips formed what was becoming a familiar pout to the other just as he leaned in without a care, words quietly spoken in the space between them.

“Can I...kiss you?”

Yet another unexpected surprise although to be fair, was their thing truly a thing without the kiss to seal the deal? They agreed to take things slow and Albus of course, had no trouble doing just that. Just having someone to lean on and confide in was more than enough for him yet...

Yet he found his heart quickening; his pulse racing in a manner that put the troth's antics to shame. Blue eyes went from the jade ones to the lips that hovered dangerously closely. Until Cor---Ophiucus, the very idea of kissing someone else went over his head. It didn't cross his mind at all but now...

He had missed him ( quite pathetic of him and he hated it ), and by god was he still ever the attractive one. His lips looked divine... ( how long had it been since he last kissed someone? ) Even as all these thoughts crossed his mind, he found himself nodding in consent as he too slowly leaned forward as if the strongest of Amortentia had a hold of him.. .

#fallencrowns #﹂ ʾ . ⭒ ❝ albus vs2 — chained by fate .#﹂ ʾ . ⭒ ❝ dumbledore — in character .#﹂ ʾ . ⭒ ❝ aparecium — answered #long post tw #// well i DID try but then this was kind of a big deal #lmao 💕💕💕 to you both!

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