ive been going nuts on tracking everything so i ended up with this list im pretty sure i missed a lot of fics that should be here aaaaa but i will try to add them up on my links page
Enjoy! (fic authors are in alphabetical order!)
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Acnara
A dead man’s tale
It is almost a normal Yule winter night when Harry James Potter, 17 year old wizard and future husband of the Dark Lord of Britain finds a portrait of a dead man in one of Hogwarts dark rooms.
Opia
Harry Potter is finally 17. Free to leave the Dursleys behind and start a new life as an independent wizard (if staying at Ron´s until he gets that apartment in London can be called independence, anyway), he does what any young man in possession of a good fortune would: he third-wheels and goes to a museum.
It´s not really a bad plan. The Malfoys had announced they had made a big donation to the newly opened “Myths and Prophecies: Lord Voldemort´s secret collection”:
The Boy With The Green Eyes collection. All of it.
Home
“Are you lonely?”
Always the same conversation.
“Maybe. Sometimes.”
“Sometimes I am, too. I think.”
—
Six years after the battle of Hogwarts and the death of the Dark Lord, Harry Potter dreams of a little girl in a forest. Because it was never really over.
And six seconds
The memory had dissolved like grew smoke, carring away Tom Riddle’s dark eyes and the little peak of skin both Dumbledore and Harry had been able to see before the boy had hid his hands behind his back. The unforgiving, black ink had winked at Harry from the inside of Tom´s wrists.
Tom Riddle did have numbers on him.
And they kept filling Harry’s thoughts at the oddest times.
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Or the `everyone has a clock on their skin counting down to the day the will meet their soulmate AU´no one asked for but I wrote anyway
AislingSiobhan
Cardiomyopathy
Voldemort has never lied to him before. Why would he start now? Harry reasoned that if Voldemort wasn’t lying and Voldemort really loved him, then it was ok to love him back… Even if it meant the world had to burn. First they broke the world. Then he broke my heart.
New Divide
Harry Potter was the Boy-Who-Lived. But by some twist of Fate he was also the reincarnation of Voldemort’s murdered lover. Harry has enjoyed the past few years at Hogwarts, but this one looks set to be even more intriguing. Suddenly smarter than he was before and plagued with memories of his past life as he sleeps, Harry gets set for his school year. But then Voldemort finds out who Harry really is. And every thing changes.
The Fickle Hand of Fate
Harry Potter died in 1981, but in 1993 Harry finally arrives at Hogwarts. No one seems to know he should be dead, except Dumbledore, who stole someone else’s son to replace the Boy-Who-Didn’t-Live.
AmyTheAuthor
The Explosion (orphaned fic)
Usually, in other Fics, Harry goes to the past, meets an older or same age Tom in Hogwarts, and is sorted into Slytherin. Harry is usually there to change Tom and Tom is a “teenage Dark Lord.” In THIS Fic, Tom is a bullied 3rd year, believed to be a Mud-blood, and has his first ever crush on Henry Peverell, the 6th year Gryffindor, who is not there to change Tom, but rather…
ansketil, ladyoflilacs
In Somno Veritas
“Are you often in my dreams, Harry? I have not touched your mind since our little encounter at the Department of Mysteries… and yet here you are… saving me in my nightmares.”
An LV/HP alternate universe story set during Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince.
Yew and Holly
Harry brings his lover back to Britain to spend Christmas at the Weasleys. But things never go to plan when your name is Harry Potter – or your lover is Lord Voldemort. Takes place five years after the events of ‘In Somno Veritas.’ LV/HP.
AnOrcaLullaby
Simple Request
A bit of a holiday fic
Sure friends helped each other out when they had problems. Harry just wished Tom’s problems weren’t so damned complicated. Why couldn’t the other get some other poor soul to play the part of his fiancé?
Apuzzlingprince
Pianissimo
“It’s not wise for the living to make contact with the truly lost, Harry.“
Harry makes a terrible mistake while at Kings Cross Station and pays the price.
We’re going to be beautiful, Harry
Every wizard had a soul mark. Some were large, spanning the length of ones body, and some were small enough to fit inside a palm or behind an ear. Of course, by all accounts, Harry Potter was not ‘every wizard’.
Arliene
A Christmas Riddle
Tom Riddle hated Christmas. Travelling to the future would not change that fact. Harry Potter hated Riddle. And mistletoes. Time Travel AU. HP/TR Oneshot.
I Have Seen Your Heart
The arrival of his nemesis is the least of Harry Potter’s problems. Now that the war is over, he finds himself drifting away from all that held him together in the past, trying to find a new purpose in his life. Being framed for murder forces Harry to be on the run and this time the only company he takes with him is Tom Riddle. The young Dark Lord faces a future he did not expect, meets an oddity who killed everything he strived to be. And yet he finds himself obsessed with his murderer, a determined man searching for answers and reaching for the sky once more. Harry Potter’s purpose and Tom Riddle’s destiny, seemingly entwined. They say change is overrated. But choice is everything.
Chasing The Careless Traveler
Albus Dumbledore was too late. Someone else managed to defeat Gellert, leaving chaos and too many questions behind. Tom Riddle, who recently graduated from Hogwarts, was fully committed to become the greatest Dark Lord of all time, chasing immortality and surpassing Grindelwald’s legacy. It’s too bad that Unspeakable Harry Potter had something to say about that.
asterisms (i love everything tbh)
In Which Tom Riddle Can’t Stop Underestimating House-Elves
“I do find it strange, however,” Riddle says, “that you’re so offended on Hepzibah’s behalf. It’s not every day that you come across a common thief with such lofty morals.”
“I- What?” Harry widens his eyes, making himself look appropriately appalled at the suggestion, “A thief? What do you mean?”
“Do cut the pretense, Harry,” Riddle says, and Harry hates the way he shivers when the other man says his name as his hand curls just a bit lower on his back, just shy of inappropriate. “We both know what you are.”
Or: Harry is a thief with morals and Tom is a terrible person
a boy so pretty (such a pity)
“Riddle,” he greets carefully. His gaze flicks over to the Slytherin table, but none of them are paying any attention. Which is… worrying, actually. He looks back to Riddle, who’s still looming over him. “What can I do for you?”
“Potter,” Riddle says, and he actually sounds… nice. This is growing more suspicious by the second. “May I escort you to class?”
Ron snorts, not even attempting to disguise the sound.
“You’re joking, right?” he asks, leaning forward to glare up at the other boy, “Fuck off, Riddle. Harry doesn’t need an escort from you.”
Harry watches Riddle’s face carefully. His expression sours, but only for a moment before it’s smooth again. He smiles, and if Harry didn’t know better, he might call it charming.
Well. Okay. He really does know better.
But it’s still charming.
Featuring attempted manipulation, Tom Riddle experiencing positive emotions for quite possibly the first time ever, and absolutely no angst whatsoever
Whirpools (WIP, on-hold)
After a mishap in the Department of Mysteries, Harry Potter is thrown back in time to the summer before Tom Riddle’s final year at Hogwarts. While there, he is forced to confront the fact that he knows next to nothing about his nemesis and those who follow him. Unfortunately, as he does his best to learn, he is unable to stay out of Riddle’s sight for long, and he is drawn once more into the conflict between light and dark.
This time, however, the lines are blurred, and nothing is as simple as he’s been led to believe.
moment of impact
“How’d we meet?” he asks. The faint blush that spreads across Harry’s cheeks is rather enchanting and definitely worth the admission of ignorance.
“Well,” Harry pauses, biting his lip again. Tom wishes he would stop. It’s making it hard to concentrate. “It’s a funny story… Actually, sorry, it’s not funny at all. I- Well.”
“Go on.”
“I kind of… hit you with my car?”
“I hit you with my car and was the only one to visit you in the hospital” AU
99 Crickets
Harry reaches out to hesitantly take the box and lifts it so he can see what’s inside. When he does, he sees… crickets?
“What?”
The man smiles, and it looks almost sheepish. Harry has never been more confused in his life, except…
“I know you said you wanted one hundred and this is only fifteen, but I haven’t had much time to look since I arrived yesterday. I’ll get the rest later.”
Oh.
Oh no.
Settle
“We had a deal,” Harry reminds him. He walks forward, away from the doorway. The stone floor is cold against his bare feet. “You broke it because you thought I wouldn’t hold you to it. You don’t get to be mad just because you were wrong.”
Voldemort is caught in a lie, and Harry decides to punish him.
Tomorrow brings them true
The boy from District 1 is staring again.
Dark Lord Coffee
“It’s true, you know,” Luna says airily as she stirs her third spoonful of honey into her tea.
“Sorry.” Harry looks up from the cover of the Quibbler that he’s been eyeing. Surprising absolutely no one, their most recent cover story is about Voldemort’s new business. “What’s true?”
“That Voldemort runs a coffee shop in London,” Luna tells him. She takes a sip of her tea and hums happily at the taste. “I saw him there myself.”
Prompt Fill: in which Voldemort runs his empire from a coffee shop and wizards are generally very ridiculous
(i wanna) cut to the feeling
“You promised you would marry me,” Tom says.
“I—” Harry feels lightheaded. “Tom, we were seven.”
“So you lied?”
“No,” Harry says. Surer, then, “No. I didn’t.”
Harry and Tom are childhood friends. When they were seven, Tom proudly announced that he would marry Harry when they were older.Now, ten years later and in N.E.W.T. year, Tom plans on making that promise a reality.
shiver (where we’ll go and where we’ve been)
“There’s something about you.”
Their hands touch.
“I know what you mean.” A breathless moment. Their fingers fold together. “It’s like I’ve known you forever. Since even before we met.”
“Yes.” The other boy’s hold on him grows tighter. Painful. He doesn’t say anything. “Exactly.”
“Maybe we were made for each other.”
He waits for the other boy to laugh. He doesn’t.
“Maybe we were.”
Maybe he should say something.
Hands up, it’s a hold up
“You know, you’re pretty morally ambiguous for a hero,” Harry says as he watches Tom set one of the would-be robbers on fire. He’d protest or maybe put the fire out himself, but the man was about to stab him, so he thinks he’s got the higher ground here.
Tom takes a step back to observe his handiwork, looking far too smug for Harry’s peace of mind.
“Oddly enough, you’re not the first person to say that to me.”
“Wow. Shocker.”
A superhero au featuring Harry Potter, reluctant super-villain, and Tom Riddle, the city’s favorite hero.
Demon Laurent is confused about the unkempt sacrifice.
I was so hyped by this fanfic to draw about Laurent courting Damen but didn't want to assume what would happen between them. That's why I focused on how would Auguste, who probably has abandonment issues, react to it.
I probably won't post the following pages since I'm lazy :P hope you enjoy tho.
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i’ve seen a lot of people debate about this lol. some people feminize chuuya to the point where they harm skk and push heteronormative views on their relationship. others say that it’s completely wrong to view chuuya in a dress or feminine clothing because chuuya is a masculine guy (he is a masculine guy).
it’s not harmful until it affects the soukoku ship and makes it seem more hetero/appealing. by this i mean making chuuya the soft feminine gay bottom and dazai the more masculine top, etc.
short guys with long hair can be feminine. so it’s not picking out and choosing who you want to appear as feminine (although some people unfortunately do that).
being feminine isn’t a bad thing. gender nonconformity isn’t a bad thing 😎
Do you sometimes read a fic writer’s work, and just… thank all the gods this person managed to get obsessed with the same fictional people you did?
love at first sight, if Auguste did live.
This snippet will plague me for weeks on end! arrghhhh!!
“Your wands, if you please,” the worker said, motioning towards it.
Without pause, and to Harry’s great shock, Malfoy pulled out his wand. He slipped it into one of the open holes in the wall without question, then tied the bag shut.
“Mokeskin containers,” he explained to Harry, who was surely watching Malfoy surrender his wand unquestionably in utter shock.
“Mokeskin…?”
“Of course. It’s a standard policy at places like this—the decent ones, anyway. Mokeskin makes it so no one but the rightful owner of the wand can retrieve it.”
Harry took a moment to consider that. Really, he thought, it was quite genius. Having a bunch of wizards getting drunk in a public space did seem like a recipe for disaster, and making it so that they all had to keep their wands out of reach was an excellent way to mitigate any potential damage. Mokeskin was probably the only foolproof way to ensure that the owners of the wands would not have them stolen.
It also must have been bloody expensive too, Harry thought. He knew the mokeskin bag that Hagrid had once gotten him was far from cheap.
Unwittingly, Harry recalled the last time he had seen that bag. When Voldemort had forced him to open it, to reveal all his most precious items…
Maybe I have an affection for broken and damaged things.
…before vanishing them all, forever.
“It’s perfectly safe,” the worker said, drawing Harry’s focus back to the present. “At Cloak and Laurel we take the utmost pride in making sure that all of our—”
“Just take us in,” Malfoy interrupted in a drawl. The worker gave Harry a questioning a look, but didn’t seem to want to argue with Malfoy or ask anything of Harry at all. He eventually nodded stiffly, then opened the door for them to go in. Evocative, jazzy music met their ears, and Harry could see more faerie lights illuminating a much larger space.
Harry swallowed hard. Malfoy didn’t think he had a wand, that was perfectly clear. Harry was perfectly content to let him—and everyone who worked here—think that. He took a deep breath and followed Malfoy into Cloak and Laurel.
The second he stepped over the threshold, the doorway lit up in blue.
Malfoy whipped around, his confused, pale face glowing blue from the now glowing doorway. His magic become bright and frazzled, as did that of the worker’s.
“S-so sorry, sir,” the worker said. “But I must ask that you stow your wand at the front like Mr. Malfoy did. It’s for the protection of all of our clients…”
Harry tensed. He really didn’t want to give away that he had a wand at all, let alone the Dark Lord’s wand…
Malfoy stared at him with his brows raised but said nothing. Harry, not seeing a way around it, slowly reached into his pocket. He reluctantly withdrew the yew wand.
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