#beauxbaton anon

[aesthetics-for-harry-potter]

Moodboard of Fleur Delacour being a sister figure to a transgender Beauxbatons student.

Requested by: anon.

[emeritusemeritus]

Hi love! If it's not too much to ask, could you maybe do a Fred fic with a bit of an insecure reader? As in, she hears some people say nasty things about her (mainly about appearance like weight) and her relationship with Fred, and she distances herself from him until one day she really can't handle staying away from him anymore? Sweet sweet fluff with a bit of making out by the end, maybe?

Hi Anon, I’m sorry this took so long! I tried to write it as if it was an insecure monologue, a little jumpy and janky like how the reader’s thought process would be. I hope you like it! 🖤

Warnings: Insecure reader, self-deprecating thoughts, bullying, verbal abuse, taunting, talks of breakups, appearance and other issues, negative mentions of weight. Kissing, implied sexual references. Happy ending I promise!

Word count: 2.7k

Fire and Ice

It wasn't easy being Fred Weasley's girlfriend.

Being with Fred, falling in love with him- that part was easy; but having such an extroverted, popular joker for a boyfriend was at times, not so easy.

You were quieter by nature, a little more introverted and a lot more insecure than Fred but you seemed to balance each other out well most of the time, ying and yang, fire and ice. Fred was always quick to silence your hateful internal monologue whenever it presented itself, reminding you that you were beautiful, important, loved- all the things he wanted you to feel, the way that he saw you. But sometimes the insecurities were too much, the voices in your head too loud that you began to believe them again.

Fred had been busy, the tri-wizard tournament had been announced and him and George were trying everything they could to work around the age restriction but upon the application. They’d been virtually locked in their dorm for days researching different ideas and brewing potions that would age them up, though you doubted it would work, they always surprised you in the end.

Their reclusion could not have come at a worse time for you, though of course you would never mention anything. You’d been stood in front of Fred when the students had gathered to watch the regal, horse-drawn carriage fly over the tips of the trees in the forbidden forest and across the Great Lake led by the majestic white winged horses that made it look effortless and well, magical. You’d stood with pure excitement as you watched the magnificent ship emerge from underneath the water and sail towards the bank until you’d all be called away for the feast.

Your excitement had dwindled almost immediately when the girls of Beauxbatons glided through the door in a whimsical and captivating display, grabbing everyone’s attention for their beauty and elegance- including Fred. You’d seen Ron look flabbergasted, a fresh pink hue on his cheeks as he looked upon the girls with mouth agape and a glazed look in his eye and couldn’t help but avert your eyes slightly to see Fred looking at them in a much tamer way, but seeing his eyes fixed upon them nontheless. It pulled at every single one of your heartstrings, that familiar sinking feeling in your gut instantly making you nauseated by the food in front of you.

Their uniforms were delicate and beautiful, tailored perfectly of the finest satin in such a rich colour that it was both feminine and powerful all in one. You couldn’t help but look away from Fred, from anything and began to pick at the edge of your frumpy school cardigan, suddenly disgusted by its mere existence.

When Dumbledore announced the entrance of Durmstrang, you didn’t even look up, already too consumed by your own self-deprecating thoughts. The uniform you’d once been so proud to wear now felt like a potato sack in comparison, shapeless and bland from head to toe. You suddenly wanted to get away, to do anything you could to get out of the shapeless mess and to prove to yourself and to others around you that you weren’t just a blob of blended wool and scruffy hair that had been haphazardly thrown into a high pony ahead of your long day of travelling back to school. But there was nothing you could do, forced to sit there in a mass of unflattering garments next to your boyfriend who had been looking at much more attractive females and pretend to be fine. Thankfully the arrival of professor Moody was enough to prompt serious discussion around you and you could blend into the background without notice, eating only tiny bits and slipping away before the end of the meal.

It continued for days, the stab in your side whenever you’d see the Beauxbatons girls in their pretty uniforms looking so sweet and dainty, often followed around by drooling boys that quivered with their every move. You were jealous, but you wouldn’t admit it, choosing instead to be disgusted by it all and very much wanting it all to be over and for them to be gone. You couldn’t forget the expression on Fred’s face when they made their grand entrance and the pain that it brought when you did remember. You’d never doubted his love for you, not really, though of course you doubted why he chose you in the first place- did he now regret that decision?

It had been days since you’d seen him and the messages he’d initially sent through Lee had dwindled to none, meaning that you were so out of communication that you felt that stinging dread all over again- was he preparing to break up? Had he found someone else? Someone undoubtedly prettier in a powder blue satin uniform?

So when you finally caught sight of that gorgeous red head in the hallway, you lit up, excited to finally get the chance to talk to him. You heard his laugh and smiled to yourself, feeling relieved already- until you noticed he was laughing with one of them. She was pretty, brown hair tucked perfectly into her blue hat and her satin cape bellowing perfectly around her.

Something inside you felt out of place all of a sudden, enraged by the injustice and the inevitable ending to your relationship. You were angry at everything, most notably Fred, the Beauxbatons, the whole stupid competition. It left a sour taste in your mouth and you realised that if Fred wanted out, he could have one of the stupid French girls.

You were sat in the great hall with Hermione quietly reading when you heard a group of people moving excitedly towards the cup which broke your concentration. You watched as Cedric Diggory placed his name in the cup and his friends cheered for him, smacking him on the back in a hearty well done when he suddenly stopped upon making eye contact with you and sent you a little smile of recognition. You smiled back with a little head nod and watched as his friends dragged him away, leaving the room in relative peace once again.

That was until Fred and George came barrelling into the room, their distinctive blend of voices crying out and echoing through the hall as they high five students across the benches, proudly clutching hold of something in their hands, professing that ‘they’d done it’.

You could barely look at them, for the first time not caring in the slightest about what they had created.

“It’s not going to work,” Hermione says from beside you and immediately you are met with their bodies either side of Hermione. You feel Fred’s hand on your shoulder, a little touch that should have given you hope but actually felt repulsive to you. You didn’t even look up from your page, nor acknowledge their arrival and if Fred noticed, he didn’t say anything- though you could feel his eyes in you. The second the Triwizard cup fought back against their tricks, propelling them into the air and forcing them back into the ground with a definitive thud, you were gone. You walked back towards the common room without so much as a glance, not caring to find out the predicted result of their attempt.

“I would just die if I had to wear their uniforms!” You heard from around the corner in a thick French accent that had you rolling your eyes. The stupid little French cackles reached your ears and it was all that you could do not to petrify them on the spot as you attempted to walk straight past them.

“Oh” one of them said, spotting you emerging from around the corner. Another small fit of laughter that was hardly concealed, upon seeing someone in the exact uniform they were mocking.

“Does it feel as frumpy as it looks?” Another one said, her accent almost indecipherable. You shot daggers at the group of four witches and tried to get past but they blocked you in.

“You’re with the tall redhead yes? I’ve seen you,” the blonde one says, making your stomach lurch at her mention of Fred. “He’s cute.”

You don’t retaliate, though you can think of many choice words you wish to say to her, presuming you didn’t reach for your wand first. Their words cut into you like a knife, though you try to block out the harsher things they say about your appearance, your weight, your ugly uniform. Only when they bright up Fred again do your barricades fall, their words tearing you apart.

“It’s funny actually, that he chose you. You look more of a girl he’d want to be friends with, definitely not one to be in love with.”

The final nail in the coffin for you was the round of laughter that echoed throughout the corridor, following you in your mind straight back to the common room until the second you passed out that night, still sobbing into your pillow.

The next morning, your eyes were virtually swollen shut from all the tears shed the night before. You felt retched, all of your fears coming true as the beautiful girls laughed at you, hitting every one of your insecurities. They may as well have called you fat, ugly, all the other things you knew about yourself but never said out loud.

You didn’t go to classes that day, never even attempting to step foot out of the dormitory or even your bed until you were certain everyone had left. You looked an ungodly mess with red puffy eyes and a mass of tangled hair that felt like a limp weight on top of your head. The tears started again within seconds of reaching the bathroom mirror, silently falling down your cheeks and landing in little droplets into the sink. You sobbed for your sorry appearance, for the loss of Fred and for the unfairness in life. Why couldn’t you just be pretty?

You eventually crawled back into bed, not even bothering to sort out the disastrous mess upon your head and forced yourself to go back to sleep, pushing all thoughts of him and them out of your head.

Three days you’d been confined to your bedroom, feigning a migraine that had managed to convince even Mcgonagall and Hermione. Ginny had tried to relay multiple messages from Fred, both verbally and in writing but you’d feigned a worsening headache, nausea and other ailments and asked her politely but definitively to leave, rendering the message unheard. You’d heard all about Harry’s selection from Hermione and how he and Ron were fighting but you’d barely listened to any of it, too consumed by your own issues.

The fourth day, you made it out of bed only to remember that it was a Saturday. You considered slipping back into bed and ignoring the sun completely but your bladder disagreed with your plan vehemently. You wandered to the bathroom and for the first time in days, looked in the mirror.

You looked so sad, so broken that it made your heart constrict a little, seeing a sad little girl staring back at you. You look younger somehow, like a first year all over again. Memories flash beneath your eyes, memories of meeting Fred for the first time, of being young and falling in love, of being the girl that he fell in love with.

Ignoring the vague rumbling of your food deprived stomach, you rush into the showers and attempt to untangle your hair using every product you can find. You shave, condition, lotion up your entire body and make a start on magically fixing your puffy face. You’re on a mission to look your best, to show those petty and judgemental bitches that you were just as worthy as them and more importantly, that you were definitely someone that Fred would- and did- love.

You dried your hair and curled it using a spell you’d found in an old teen magazine that worked surprisingly well and stood back to look at the result, feeling pleased. You looked like yourself again but better, happier.

You dressed in a nicer than usual outfit that was still casual but actually highlighted your curves rather than hiding them, something you knew that Fred liked after years of compliments on your curves. You momentarily considered grabbing a cardigan incase your confidence weakened but thought against it, instead grabbing a jumper than you’d stolen from Fred a year ago. You felt feminine and pretty for the first time in ages and actually smiled when you look in the mirror one last time.

“Well don’t you look nice,” Ginny said as you stepped out of the bathroom, closing the door from where she had walked back into the dorm, realising that everyone else was now awake. “Feeling better?”

“Much,” you replied honestly, smiling and nodding a little.Want to get breakfast?”

“I was going to have a shower, Fred’s down there though, he’ll go with you I bet,” Ginny says, grabbing a towel and her bathing stuff. You pursed your lips, not letting the glow fade as you nodded at her, butterflies starting to flutter about in your belly.

Walking down to the common room, your nerves were already starting to build as you scanned the room with your eyes, searching for the one person you hoped to see. The guilt of hiding from him, of pushing away was eating you up and you wanted nothing more than to just make it right. You spot George and Lee in one of the corners, Harry and Hermione on one of the sofas and a few more people dotted around but no Fred.

“Blimey,” you heard to your left but instead of seeing the boy you’d hoped to find, instead you found Ron. His mouth was slightly parted and he was looking at you with an expression he’d never looked at you with before, focusing uncomfortably on a piece of your chest never wished to have his eyes.

You flinched as you watched Ron get smacked in the back of the head unexpectedly, making him wince and rub his head but you didn’t see anymore after his initial reaction, instead focusing your attention on his assailant. Fred.

“Look at my girl like that again and I’ll transfigure every piece of furniture in your room into a spider,” he says gruffly as he walks past Ron, keeping his eyes on you and moves to stand directly in front of you, reaching for your hand.

“Are you feeling better?” He says carefully, eyeing you with slight trepidation, making you frown.

“Much better,” you reply carefully, watching his reaction.

“Good, then I won’t feel guilty for this,” he says, pulling you forcibly by the hand until you bump into his chest, his lips finding yours almost immediately as he kisses you with a fiery passion.

“You look so hot,” he mumbles against your lips, hands finding your synched waist and bordering on inappropriately low as one hand tucks into your back pocket. You kiss back with just as much passion, happy that all the doubts and the insecurity had been wiped away, though you still felt guilty for pushing him away. “You’re never hiding from me again.”

He begins to tug at your side and you realise he’s pulling you away, towards the stairs to the dorms.

“But Freddie, breakfast,” you weakly protest.

“Can wait,” he mumbles, the hint of a smirk tugging at his lips as he barely parts from you, only enough to push you up the stairs towards his empty dorm, giving you a teasing smack on the ass as you ascend, for good luck. You never doubted his love for you again, especially not for the next hour.

[saintsenara]

I made up some ships and I wanna know your opinion on them, I don't know if they can be considered deranged but whatever 🤷‍♀️

Snape/Padma. I ship them in a one-sided way? like Padma has a crush on Snape and she's very embarrassed about it. Maybe she grows out of it and wonders "What did I even see on him in the first place?"

Neville/Barty Crouch Jr. I made it up while watching Goblet of Fire. I have no idea how that would even work.

thank you very much for the ask, anon!

padma patil/severus snape

in half-blood prince, snape describes ron as "so solid he cannot apparate half an inch across a room", which is an opinion padma - who has the worst time anyone has ever had [at least parvati manages to pull the boy from beauxbatons!] with ron at the yule ball - is bound to share.

so sure. the couple that hates together stays together.

barty crouch jr./neville longbottom

which got a shoutout from another anon:

i have long maintained that barty crouch jr. is the best villain in the series, and his absolutely horrifying treatment of neville is but one reason why.

the pre-twist narrative of goblet of fire presents "professor moody" as eccentric, but nonetheless principled, brave, and one of the good guys - which is unsurprising, since the narrative is written from harry's perspective, two people harry respects [arthur weasley and sirius] speak highly to him of moody, dumbledore also respects him, and moody dislikes both snape and draco malfoy.

while harry is - understandably - shaken and upset when the lesson on the unforgivable curses reaches the killing curse [when he learns for the first time what his parents were murdered with], this isn't the case for the first two curses "moody" demonstrates. which means that the narrative ends up slightly underselling [even after crouch is unmasked] the fact that neville is deliberately forced to relive his parents' torture by the torturer himself.

and is then swept up by crouch in the aftermath of this ordeal and manipulated into becoming an accessory to his plan to kidnap harry and resurrect voldemort.

for obvious reasons, the denouement of goblet of fire primarily focuses on crouch and harry. but there is plenty of implication in the book that crouch also seeks out neville - above and beyond the other people he uses to further his harry-related plan - simply for the fun of psychologically torturing him.

i think this isn't given as much attention as it could be by the fandom, largely because crouch is basically forgotten in order of the phoenix, when neville's focus - like harry's, sirius', and the rest of the order's - becomes bellatrix lestrange, who's presented in that book as the ringleader of the attack on frank and alice longbottom and the person on whom neville would love to get revenge.

and while i think that we are supposed to understand bellatrix as the ringleader of her little gang of four, this seems to have coalesced - in lots of fans' interpretation of canon - into the idea that rodolphus, rabastan, and barty don't really do anything of note during the attack, and that they should be seen as falling somewhere on a scale from more sophisticated and restrained in their violence [especially common in portrayals of rodolphus] to followers who do as they're told to smol beans who were just there by mistake [very, very common with fanon!barty].

but barty crouch jr. didn't slay for a full year - with a packed teaching load as well! - to be disrespected like this. he's a solid-gold villain, he was directly involved in the torture on the longbottoms, and he's having the time of his life in goblet of fire attempting to also torture their son.

which can - if an author is so inclined - be taken to some very dark teacher/student places...

[sitp-recs]

hey liv! hope you are doing great :)) so, do you have any recs where drarry are like, more emotionally resolved? i mean, it doesn’t have to be drama-free (i love a little drama lol) but i would love to see fics where they are adults and more attuned to their emotions/feelings. thank you! and ty also for all the good you bring to this fandom <3

Hi anon! I adore this ask, love to see emotional maturity and self-awareness in fic, I always find it relatable and thought-provoking (which is not at all to say they got everything figured out!). I think you will enjoy these, I also have a reclist named “mature/healthy relationships” with a few other fics, you’re interested. Looking at this list I can say this is definitely a top fave for me!

Life goes not backward by @shealwaysreads (T, 9k)

Harry still isn’t used to gifts, but this one is different. A story of coming home, finding safe ground, and the wild courage of putting down roots.

Tidings of Comfort by @blamebrampton (T, 10k)

When a man is tired of London, he is tired of life. Luckily for Draco Malfoy, London has places where the tired can rest and recover.

Nothing Left to Burn by @skeptiquewrites (E, 10k)

Over ten years after their fling crashed and burned, Harry runs into Draco and finds embers still burning bright. Sometimes your ex-lover is (metaphorically) dead. And sometimes it's summertime in Montreal and the past won't let go.

A Song, Incomplete by RurouniHime (E, 11k)

Draco’s photograph took up the entire top half of the Prophet’s front page. Below the photo: DRACO MALFOY DEFENDS SON OF FORMER LOVER. As if that were breaking news.

This Unexpected Windfall by mindabbles (E, 11k)

Harry doesn’t like it when Draco is called in to work one of his cases. No. He doesn’t like it at all — at least that’s what he tells himself.

Take the Moon by @tackytigerfic (M, 15k)

Harry Potter has always wanted a family of his own, and when a deadly blood curse forces him into a marriage bond with his best friend Draco Malfoy, it looks like he might just have found one. It's just a shame they’d always planned to break up after a year…

The Strongest Affinity by eidheann (T, 17k)

Trouble finding a wand for Scorpius leads Harry and Draco to something they never imagined.

Thickets by @wolfpants (E, 17k)

When Draco returns to the UK after two decades of building his career as an internationally-renowned artist to look after his ailing, estranged father, he crosses paths with his former flame, Harry Potter, in the most unexpected way.

Unfinished Business by cupiscent (E, 20k)

Ten years after the War ends, Harry and Draco still haven't got their act together. But maybe it's not too late.

Expecto Patronum by @writcraft (E, 35k)

Harry Potter is the most sought after celebrity in wizarding Britain. His every movement is scrutinised, his relationships questioned and his photographs plastered over every paper. As Draco Malfoy negotiates his feelings for the wizarding world's brightest star, he becomes increasingly attached to Harry and unravels the secrets he keeps hidden from the rest of the world.

Against All Odds by momatu (E, 54k)

Beauxbatons is hosting the first ever Quidditch Summer School for children from all over Europe, and Harry has promised to enroll Teddy as his birthday present. Meanwhile, Draco is stuck in his office, putting together the first ever Quidditch Summer School for children from all over Europe during, when he should be enjoying summer holidays.

When Times are Dire by @aibidil (E, 130k)

Magical Britain is screwed, and it's once again up to Harry to save it. This time, by marrying Draco Malfoy.

Any Instrument by @dictacontrion (E, 131k)

Draco Malfoy wouldn't go back to England for anything less than an exceptional case. Being asked to figure out why Harry Potter can't control his magic might be exceptional enough to qualify.

[letstrythisout4]

I was rly wandering, if you write one-shots. And if you actually do, can you write one Ron x female reader, where the reader is transferee from Beauxbatons and Ron literally drools over her, but after few months he grows balls to ask her out and she accepts, but NO drama!! But if you don’t write this kind of stuff or don’t take requests, it’s totally fine!

Authors note: this was cute. though i will say ron may be a littlle out of character just a bit boys in love idk If anyone has any other requests please send them in, they provide me fuel and thank you so much to the anon that requested this.

You have to be the most beautiful girl Ron has ever seen. 

Something about the way you are able to laugh so easily with the twins and then turn around to debate with Hermione about the merits of mincing versus chopping Asphodel roots. Something about the way you were so polite with Sprout. The way you would just stare at the people who made fun of your accent, refusing to give them a response. The way you were just casually kind. The way you explained things to him without making him feel stupid. The way you laughed. The way your accent came through. The way-

The first time he met you he stuttered through his name, much to the amusement of his fellow Gryffindor boys. He couldn’t really make eye contact with you, always looking just to the left or right to give the illusion that he was. Though he had a feeling it wasn’t very convincing. 

A blessing and a curse came later when Professor Sprout announced they’d be doing a partner project in Herbology. Before Ron could turn to ask Harry to be partners, he felt someone tap his shoulder. He turned to see you, “Do you want to work together?” 

Ron can’t remember what he said -if anything- all that he knew is that later that day he was walking to the common room to play Wizard's Chess with Seamus before you waved him into the library. He followed you to a table and sat down in a chair beside you as you pulled out notes from your bag. “I already have an idea of what we can do. Do you mind?” you asked.

Ron shook his head silently and watched as you beamed at him. Ignoring the feeling that his chest was going to collapse into itself, he tried his best to pay attention to you as you explained that you had done a similar project at Beauxbaton and that it’d just be simpler if you both just used your previous work as a foundation.

The project was massive and over the course of several months the two of you chipped away at it piece by piece. The moments where he wasn’t actively spending time with you, he was thinking about the next time you’d be working together. On more than one occasion did Harry or Hermione have to remind him to blink as he watched you from a distance. 

He would watch as you sat, slouching in your seat was you read the text McGonagall had assigned for the end of class. He took in the way the torch light hit your skin and they way your mouth was just slightly opened and- “THUD” Ron jumped slightly in shock as he looked to where the noise came from. McGonagall had dropped a textbook just behind him, “Do you mind grabbing that for me, Mr. Weasley?” she asked, not really asking, with a knowing look on her face. Ron handed it to her without a word as his face turned pink. He turned to finally start his reading before casting one last look at you-

You made eye contact and smiled at him. He gave a tight smile back feeling his face turn fully red before ducking his head down to stare blankly at the textbooks pages. “Enough is enough.��� he muttered to himself.

Once the class was dismissed he practically ran out of the room and down to the kitchen where he got to work. When it came time to meet at your table in the library, you arrived to find Ron already there. The boy you had grown familiar with was holding a singular flower and some candy. Both of which were your favorites  that you had offhandedly mentioned over the course of the months spent at that table. 

“Is there- Can I-” the boy struggled before finally saying, “Can I please take you out? On a date?”

You smiled softly taking in how his leg bounced under the table, “Of course.” you said simply, kissing his cheek watching with great amusement as he blushed and grinned.

[crescenthistory]

Not a request, just a thought: barty x childhood best friend reader

OK, so, Crouch Sir and reader's dad are business partners and politicians in the wizard world and Barty and Reader meet early on life, like when they were something between 4 or 5 years old, and they became best friends (and each others only friends, their fathers weren't the best...) really quickly.

They parents keep letting they meet to play, afterall is good to business too. They grow up attached to the hip and being each other's safe place. It's always "Barty & Y/N", "Barty & his Treasure" (the nickname has a big meaning since Reader is the most important person in Junior's life), etc.

They go to Hogwarts together, and while Barty goes to Slytherin, Reader goes to Ravenclaw. Reader is roomates with Pandora (hc she didn't had a roomate/had only one bc no one wanted to be near "a freak like her" :( ) and Barty with Regulus + Evan.

Reader is also part of the Skittles and they befriend Dorcas (who's 1 year older), but she and Barty have something... special (love).

In summary, "Junior & Treasure" just are best friends who end up falling in love and stay pining for YEARS but only act on it on the middle of sixth year :) + they friends are SO. DONE...

Or

They only have platonic love towards each other ("Yes. I love Barty/Treasure, he/she is my best friend, but I'm not in love with him/her") and Rosekiller + Reader x someone (maybe Remus..? The angst of our poor boy, who already is insecure, thinking the girl he's in love with is dating someone like Barty Crouch Junior of all people is funny & sad...) happening is also amusing. Because nothing will break their bond and STILL would be extremely close.

P.S.: also, no Voldemort AU bc I can <3 / P.S. 2: it's heavinly inspired in a OC I have, but she doesn't have as much as daddy issues as Reader has there even though her father is shitty like Crouch Sir <3 (her father dies when she's 6, almost 7, and her mother — much younger than her father — marries another woman who was Reader mother's best friend in Hogwarts and Reader's godmother :) ) but I can send you the OC lore if you want...?

i love when people just infodump their ideas in my inbox !! keep em coming love 👯‍♀️🤍 i don't write oc stories on here, but i love hearing about them and have a lot of my own<3

the background you describe here about being each other's only friend and safe space is actually quite similar to a regulus x reader fic i've been working on for a while (you can find my trail of breadcrumbs about it under my beauxbatons!reader tag), so we truly are great minds thinking alike, anon (i also recently did a james x reader fic where james thought reader and barty were dating lol, our brains are like this 🤞)

but i find the idea of childhood bestfriendship with barty very intriguing indeed... i've always seen him as barely staying sane from crouch sr's frivolous use of imperio because he had someone grounding him throughout his abuse at home. oftentimes i make that his mother, a house elf or even evan&pandora. but childhood!bestfriend!reader being his rock gives immaculate angsty yearning possibilities

when reading this i also got the idea of an origin of barty calling reader treasure (because i always enjoy finding "reasons" for specific nicknames like that (for instance in modern aus i like thinking that remus made a typo calling reader "dove" instead of "love" one time and then it just stuck)) – if they met really young, i imagine barty and reader relying heavily on play pretend to get some relief from their home lives. somehow they come across a muggle children's book about pirates and are immediately hooked, play pretending as pirates every time they're together. barty would insist reader is the "treasure" – because every pirate worth's his money's got a treasure, and barty surely is a good pirate. it translates over to when you play hide and seek, when he finds you he's all "i found the treasure!" and from there on it just becomes the norm and slips into daily conversation until he calls you that more often than your name. because after all you are his treasure, you are why and how he got through it all, his person, his everything.

[hollyhawthorn]

WIP Snip !!

tytyty darling @sortofshea for the tag!! <3

currently entrenched in an anon fest fic 👀 so no content from that, but here’s a little something from the baseball AU that i’ve had percolating for months on end :D

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Harry had known it was a possibility the moment he first laid eyes on Draco Malfoy.

He remembers the day in sharp relief—salty, mild Cape Cod wind licking at his cheeks during the first fielding drill of the summer, fresh dirt crunching under his spikes as he gathers a grounder into his glove. He palms the ball, stitches scraping against calloused fingers, and sends it careening into the first baseman’s glove. Out.

Routine. Simple. He’s done it hundreds, no, thousands of times. Then he turns his head to the right, meeting the piercing silver gaze just on the other side of second base.

“Nice play.”

Harry blinks. “Nothing special. But thanks. Sorry, what’s–”

“Malfoy. Draco Malfoy.” He makes no motion towards Harry for a handshake, just tugs at his hat, settling it further down over the white-blond hair poking out from beneath the brim. Harry’s eyes catch on a row of silver earrings glinting in the mid-morning sun. Malfoy is tall and slim, built more like a ballet dancer than a shortstop, but Harry can see how his sinewed form is well-suited to the agility and grace needed for infield defense. He wears his pants short, rolled all the way up above the knee, and the muscled lines of his calves are starkly visible under tall socks.

“Harry. Potter.” Harry detects the slightest raise of Malfoy’s eyebrows, a pinprick of recognition at the surname, but he says nothing. Harry clears his throat. “Where do you go to school? Didn’t look too close at the names on the lockers this morning.”

“Beauxbatons,” Malfoy says, widening his stance and knocking his fist into the pocket of his glove. “Just finished my sophomore season. And you should get more observant, because my locker is right next to yours.”

Malfoy smirks then, crooked and fleeting, and looks up to make eye contact with the coach hitting them the grounders. He inclines his head slightly, giving the go-ahead. The baseball comes in hot, skidding towards Malfoy about six feet to his right. Tough play, Harry thinks, and that’s all he has time to register before Malfoy streaks towards it in a blur of long, lithe limbs, diving down to scoop it into the emerald green leather of his glove. Athletic. In a split second, he’s made it back to his feet and sent the ball towards first base, barely looking as he flings it away.

Harry blinks again. The ball pops into the first baseman’s glove. Bullseye throw. Out.

Malfoy blows a bubble with his gum.

“That,” Harry says, “Is some major league defense.”

The smirk reappears on Malfoy’s face. Smears of red-brown dirt have bloomed across his knees and chest where he dove for the ball. He licks his lips.

“Well, that’s the goal, isn’t it?”

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tagging @dryrsheet @noctiloucous @wizgays and literally anyone else who sees this and wants to participate!!

[hchollym]

hi, witches&watchers anon here. this is gonna be pretty long and feel free to ask any clarifying questions

world building stuff:

• once again taking some inspiration from the wheel of time, this is set in medieval times, so you've got kings and queens and lords and shit, along with horse drawn carriages. there are also messenger birds, but they're pigeons and the likes, not owls

• witches tend to have an easy time blending in, and they still do thanks to their watchers, but there are witch communities hidden away, and there are some witches who just live in a secluded house in the woods (ex. the weasleys)

• the schools like hogwarts, durmstrang, and beauxbatons exist and operate pretty similarly to who they do in the books, they're just slightly smaller because a lot of families tend to homeschool or send their kids to smaller schools, especially if they live in a witch only community. still, there's the "well i had a great time at hogwarts, my kid should get the same experience" or they just don't have any other schools

• i haven't figured out what is taught exactly, but it's a lot of the basics of magic and how to control it in years 1-5 (starting at 11 still), but years 6-7 are reserved for learning how to bond with a watcher and use your magic collectively (since you've got spells that require multiple witches to do, plus some rituals, and those are a pretty big deal)

• witches themselves are pretty self explanatory (although the name wizard or mage would describe them better) and they have magic and can do spellwork, but their magic is not endless and needs time to recharge, and a witch can even lose their magic if they try to do too complicated of a spell, don't rest, etc., and they are not welcomed by (most) non-magic users bc they "work with the devil" (they don't; magic is more like an energy field only some can tap into).

• watchers were mostly explained in my first ask but i feel like i should reinstate that anyone can be a watcher, including two witches looking out for each other, which has become more and more common. still, the most common watchers are people who have magic, but not enough to actually do much with (think squibs, although they're more pitied than looked down upon). the watcher having magic does make bonding with the witch a bit easier, but it also allows for a greater push and pull between them if they don't get along (cough percy&oliver cough) since the watcher isn't fully connected the the witches magic, but it can also make them stronger if they know how to play to each others strengths

• (everyone's magic is different. for example, percy cannot preform healing spells for the life of him, but he can use oliver's magic to. another example would be olivers family has more fire-centered magic, and the weasleys are more weather-centered, and oliver can make lightning strike by tapping into percy's magic)

• okay so the bonding ceremony is huge and life changing thing nowadays, but bonds only took a few minutes to start and break since witches would run over to someone they trusted and ask they to basically bottle up their magic when the witch hunters came to town. however, those bonds were temporary, and those are the kind of bonds typically used in school, except they do a little ceremony thing to make sure the witch's and watchers magic is compatible

now for a bit of plot:

• if i ever write this, it'll probably start at the beginning of their 6th year, and at the compatibility ceremony mentioned above, and that's when things get a little funky.

• i don't know all the details yet but basically percy channels his magic into a gemstone (aquamarine is what i've chosen) so it's more stable since the magic actually has a source and he's not trying to manifest it out of thin air. every witch does this at some point, and not doing it usually makes a witch go insane (once again, haven't worked out all the details)

• anyway percy's and oliver's magic are immediately drawn to each other. like, if oliver doesn't become percy's watcher, his magic might throw a temper tantrum.

• so the two kinds just. stare at each other. they don't know each other well, but oliver is putting all his focus into not face-planting because the pull percy's magic has on his us about to drag him over and yeah something weird is happening.

• but they go through the ceremony as usual and surprise surprise, percy and oliver are paired, oliver gets percy aquamarine and percy gets oliver cats eye moonstone, and it's. intense to say the least.

• now, the first few weeks are always bad, but percy and oliver can feel every little nick or paper cut the other gets and every minute change in emotion (although they can't tell what that emotion is just yet, but they can tell when it's shifted) and they have to be moved into the same dorm and have their schedules shifted around because they can't be more than ten meters apart before percy's chest starts hurting (which is a normal side effect of being away from your magic source, but it's different and no one's telling them why)

• anyway, they go through their 6th year relatively easily after a few hiccups at the beginning (and after they make a truce to work together and stay at the top of their clsss because they're competitive motherfuckers)

• but then summer comes, and percy lives in devon and oliver in rural scotland and they've just started to extend their range to opposite sides of the school, how are they gonna survive opposite sides of an island?

• yeah it's not great for them

• but they make it through and get back to hogwarts for their 7th year, and percy and oliver all but tackle each other, like they've done before after little exercises to extend their boundary, but this time percy's not reaching for his own magic for comfort, but oliver's and oh, this years gonna be different.

sorry this is so long, i just had a lot to explain, but i hope you still enjoy this little au of mine :]

Continuation of this post.

That sounds awesome! I love it. 🥰

The idea of their magic being connected is great, and being able to feel what the other is feeling could lead to some interesting scenarios. Like Percy goes all mother hen when he realizes Oliver is hungry because he forgot to eat, and Oliver loses his s*^t when he realizes Percy feels upset/hurt when the twins prank him.

I'm also picturing them being absolutely pathetic over the summer - like not wanting to get out of bed and everything reminds them of the other - "these blueberries are the same color as Percy's eyes" or "Oliver loves broomsticks" - and their families get so exasperated. 🤣

Regardless, this is a fun concept for a fic, and I hope you end up writing it! Thanks for the comment/explanation! 😊

[artemisia-black]

these questions are all so interesting! Time After Time: Aeliana as a kid?

I love talking about Aeliana so thank you anon :D

Send me a timestamp sometime in the future after the end of [that fic], or sometime in the past before the story started, and I’ll tell you what happened then

So Aeliana had a largely happy childhood. Her parents could be distant, but she was spoiled by her father. Her grandmother came over from Egypt to raise her as her mother was a socialite who would often neglect her family duties. Although her mother was affectionate and loving, she was flighty and unreliable.

She was raised in her ancestral seat, just north of Rome, and would often play with her friends Chiara and Simonetta.

Leone spoiled her so much that there were rumours that she was his daughter and not his sister. He would often bring her hair jewels from his travels, and gave her Otto the Kneazle when she was 5.

She began her English and French lessons at 6 years old, deciding to go to Beauxbatons when she was 10. By 16, she speaks 4 languages (Arabic, Italian, French and English) and can read and write in Greek and Latin.

[tomionefinds]

Hello! I was wondering if you know of any Tomione fics where Hermione actually went to Beauxbatons and not just her "transferring" from there? Thanks in advance!

Hey Anon,

Just did a quick search, I think I found one that she at least attended Beauxbaton for a few years; but story starts with her transfer to Hogwarts. Also including a fic that came up but is not Tomione; appears to be a Hermione x Fleur, but Tom is also tagged as a Gryffindor. -JD

D'énigmes et Guerre by macsmackeroo

Series:Of Riddles and War [1]

E/Ma | Completed | 144k

Tom re-read the letter twice more to make sure he was not hallucinating before refolding it and returning it to it’s envelope.

Strangely, the first emotion he felt was not fury, at the absolute audacity of the woman, but rather, he felt hollow. There wasn’t the longing that he would have once felt as a child, wishing to be adopted, there was just...nothing. He did not feel sadness, anger, joy or even confusion.

It’s 1943, Grindelwald’s war rages on, and Tom Riddle discovers there is more to the Riddle family than he originally anticipated.

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Not Tomione below:

Hermione Granger and the Silent Country by Callmesalticidae

Series:There is Nothing to Fear [14]

T+ | WIP | 73k

Hermione goes abroad. There is nothing to fear. (1986-1995)

[aesthetics-for-harry-potter]

Moodboard of a black parselmouth witch attending Beauxbatons

Requested by: anon

[captainsophiestark]

Hi can you please write an Oneshot with Theseus when youre an French Head Auror and get paired up with Theseus too bring Grindelwald down. In one of you’re countless discussions until late into the night working trough every possible option you get too speak about Vinda as Theseus thinks that she will be easier too defeat too get Grindelwalds shield and most loyal follower out of the way which made you scoff you went too Beauxbaton after all Vinda was two years ahead of you even back then she was ruthless, unpredictable and a very talented witch and you don’t think that this changed in the years she was with Grindelwald and practiced dark magic after all there must be an reason she gets confided with the most critical and dangerous tasks you only shake you’re head telling him that it would be easier too train a Niffler not too steal shiny things than too defeat or even get close enough on Grindelwalds „Queen Woman“. If Theseus wants too defeat Grindelwald the biggest mistake he can make is underestimating Vinda and the things she would do for Grindelwald. Much Love❤️

Hey! So sorry anon, but I haven't watched these movies recently enough to write this. To be totally honest with you, I don't remember who Vinda even is 😬😂 Thanks for the request though! Feel free to send this to anyone else who you might want to see write it!

[saintsenara]

Crackships Fleur edition: Fleur/Nymphadora Tonks ; Fleur/Goyle ; Fleur/Greyback. ; Fleur/Ginny ; Fleur/Peeves

thank you very much for the ask, anon!

fleur delacour/nymphadora tonks

this also got a shoutout from other mystery anons:

i love a bit of flonks!

for the semi-serious reason that i think their incredibly divergent personal aesthetics make for an entertaining time all round.

and for the actually serious reason that i think you can do so much with their shared experience of moving through the world in bodies which are treated like curiosities and which aren't always taken seriously by the people they live and work alongside - especially since tonks and fleur's response to the general condescension they receive is to... not really give a fuck, and to continue to be arrogant and confident and unapologetic in how they present themselves.

it's hot.

fleur delacour/gregory goyle

come on now.

while fleur clearly doesn't mind spending an evening with a man who can't string a sentence together - hence why she takes roger davies to the yule ball - if he's prepared to splash the cash, she's clearly physically picky enough that anyone who looks like goyle is completely invisible to her.

fleur delacour/fenrir greyback

fleur is undoubtedly a woman possessed of both the nerve to go and scream at greyback for what he did to bill.

which might not have the result she was expecting, since greyback clearly has a bit of a thing for haughty, furious women - which is why he gets so twitchy around bellatrix in deathly hallows...

fleur delacour/ginny weasley

ginny spending most of half-blood prince acting up about how fleur thinks she’s so hot and so interesting is definitely giving bisexual awakening.

fleur letting ginny wear a really low-cut dress at her wedding - and not being bothered in the slightest that this results in ginny’s rack being given a shoutout to the entire congregation by muriel - is also giving bisexual and interested.

i back it.

fleur delacour/peeves

“Zis is nothing,” she said dismissively, looking around at the sparkling walls of the Great Hall. “At ze Palace of Beauxbatons, we ’ave ice sculptures all around ze dining chamber at Chreestmas. Zey do not melt, of course... zey are like ’uge statues of diamond, glittering around ze place. And ze food is seemply superb. And we ’ave choirs of wood nymphs, ’oo serenade us as we eat. We ’ave none of zis ugly armor in ze ’alls, and eef a poltergeist ever entaired into Beauxbatons, ’e would be expelled like zat.”

it's giving enemies-to-lovers.

[narukoibito]

Hey Naru, If you ever write that HP au with miraculous labybug characters, will Adrien be sorted into Slytherin house?

Hello, Anon! Thank you for the ask.

No, Adrien will be sorted into Hufflepuff. 💛 Just look at this boy—how can he be sorted anywhere else?

(Gabriel of course will be upset he wasn't sorted into Slytherin though.)

There may be some confusion though, as the story I thought of would be a crossover of both HP and MLB characters, but set in HP. Only Adrien gets sent to Hogwarts, and the rest of the MLB characters stay behind in France (Beauxbatons). It took a lot of searching since tumblr did not want me to find this, but here's my exceedingly long rant about this story here.

And I did briefly think about a world where HP characters are set in MLB (Ginny being Ladybug and Harry being Chat Noir), and that's hilarious to imagine because Harry is in a full body faux leather suit with cat eats, but there's no plot except that. Just that.

[sitp-recs]

Draco-centric fics or at least pieces where he's empowered and in control? And... not like a whump fic or something 😅 swear these things hide in some stories like jumpscares.

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OR, do you have scrumptiously delicious AUs to rec? I'd be so positively grateful!

Hello anon! This took a minute but here are a few recs for you. Enjoy!

Empowered Draco:

The Slytherin Urn by @icmezzo (E, 4.5k)

Nothing turns Harry on quite like redemption.

check this hand 'cause I'm marvelous by @lqtraintracks (2014, E, 8k)

Harry's had a crush on Malfoy for months now. But it will take a bar full of his friends, some Firewhisky, wagers made on his behalf, and Malfoy himself to get him to act on it.

Sex on Legs in Six-Inch Heels by @tessacrowley (E, 9.6k)

Draco Malfoy is a brilliant freelance cursebreaker and the only one who can help the Department of Magical Law Enforcement with a very dangerous case, but more importantly, he's wearing six-inch heels, and Harry cannot handle it, he really just can't.

Countdown by dysonrules (2013, M, 15k)

When the Wizarding world is plagued by random outbreaks of Dark Magic, the Ministry assigns Curse-Breakers to assist Auror teams on their missions.

Heal Thyself by astolat (T, 47k)

"Are you going for the course?" Lovegood asked. "You have the NEWTs.”

Against All Odds by momatu (E, 53k)

Beauxbatons is hosting the first ever Quidditch Summer School for children from all over Europe, and Harry has promised to enroll Teddy as his birthday present.

Balance, Imperfect by @bixgirl1 (E, 91k)

When Harry sustains an injury in the line of work, he no longer knows how to navigate the life he loved, and finds help and solace from the most unexpected source.

Who we are in the shadows by @quicksilvermaid (E, 99k)

What happens when you’re forced to become the very thing you despise? Ex-Auror Harry Potter, tossed out of the Ministry for something he had no control over, has been looking for a way back to his former life.

Never Grow a Wishbone by ShanaStoryteller (T, 123k)

Draco returns to Hogwarts. He has a duty to his blood and his name and his house, and he will fulfill it.

Any Instrument by @dictacontrion (E, 131k)

Draco Malfoy wouldn't go back to England for anything less than an exceptional case. Being asked to figure out why Harry Potter can't control his magic might be exceptional enough to qualify.

All Our Secrets Laid Bare by @firethesound (E, 150k)

Over the six years Draco Malfoy has been an Auror, four of his partners have turned up dead. Harry Potter is assigned as his newest partner to investigate just what is going on.

AUs:

Mad Blood Stirring by provocative_envy (E, 3k)

It's not like they've been angrily hooking up on the sly since meeting at a Juniors skills camp in fucking Manitoba four years ago, except that's exactly what they've been doing.

Big Hands by @fw00shy (E, 4.5k)

Draco Malfoy is a pianist who's just moved to Paris. Harry Potter, his new roommate, has the biggest hands he's ever seen. Draco is immediately obsessed.

Settle in in my slow-burning heart, orphaned (NR, 10k)

Five years after the war Draco is working a tech developer job in the Auror Office, and it's all great except this one thing: Harry Potter works there, too.

And Save Me From Bloody Men by @blamebrampton (T, 10k)

Draco Malfoy once watched others fighting to stop the world falling apart. This time, he's not just watching.

The Pirc Defence by @sleepstxtic-drarry (E, 10k)

They were rivals, and they were lovers, and they were the greatest chess players of their generation. Exactly in that order.

The Virtues of Hygiene and the Binary of Labour by @piarelei (E, 15k)

Draco does what he always does every autumn; packs his bag and follows a path back home. This time, Potter just happens to travel the same roads.

Give Me a Quiet Mind by @wellhalesbells (T, 16k)

Draco is Weasley’s assistant. Except for the week he’s not. Whose brilliant idea was that again?

Black Coffee on a Lonely Night by Femme (M, 21k)

Draco owns a café in the city. Harry's a MP who comes in every morning, newspapers in one hand, BlackBerry in the other, and orders a triple espresso macchiato.

Burn the Curtains and the Wine by @nerdherderette (E, 24k)

There are two versions of Harry Potter: the wizard who is the Ministry of Magic's most dangerous and successful assassin, and the husband who leads a staid life of domesticity with a reformed Death Eater.

The Boy Who Died by @magpiefngrl (E, 27k)

Harry dies in the forest. Sixteen years later, he comes back to life.

Seasons Change by JulietsEmoPhase (E, 30k)

Muggle AU. When Draco meets his family's new farm hand, he doesn't realise how much his life will change.

The Thrill of the Chase Moves in Mysterious Ways by @veelawings (E, 32k)

Draco solves crimes that don’t technically belong to him and Harry tries not to fall in love. Co-Starring: Hermione, High Heels, and Hiccups along the way.

Rush (For A Gap That Exists) by @sleepstxtic-drarry (M, 42k)

A story of love and loss that grew amidst the most infamous rivalry in Formula One history: the story of Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter.

I could be wrong, I could be ready by harryromper (M, 57k)

Harry Potter left Britain after the war and didn’t look back. Ten years later, when Gringotts discovers a vault containing his parents’ belongings—including their badly spell-damaged wedding rings—he’s forced to face up to friends and family who’ve grown in ways he could never imagine, a wizarding London rebuilt beyond his expectations, and the anniversary of the Battle of Hogwarts. And if that wasn’t enough, there’s the entirely unforeseen problem of Draco Malfoy.

In the Bleak Midwinter by @the-fools-errand (E, 105k)

After serving in the border wars for the ever-expanding dominion of Lord Voldemort, Draco and his cousins have returned to Hogsmeade to resurrect the old Black Family name in crime.

Synthetic Bonds by mypetelephant (M, 116k)

Harry has always been the golden boy of Malfoy Corporation, earning the respect of Lucius and the resentment of his high school rival, Draco. But Lucius has a business proposal that involves Harry becoming a Malfoy..by marrying Draco.

[bountydroid]

Could you write something for our beloved professor Sharp and OC that is a professor from Beauxbatons (they come as help to look after their students during the Triwizard Tournament)?

Here you go anon. I hope you like it!