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HELLOO so I am a busy college student and incentive always helps, so feel free to drop by my venmo @maquira713 if you enjoy my writing and even comment your favorite fic/which fic you want to see updated soon!

Any fic recs with timetravel and morally grey order whilst I wait for your update? (🥺) (I feel like you would have tons)

After about ten years of reading fanfic (😭), these are some time travel fics that really stood out to me (and may have influenced Chained)

Although these are more AU travel now that I think about it… the relationship dynamics are still alluring/fun to read. You’ll see a lot of conflict between Harry and Order members / him trying to win their trust while they mistrust him, if that’s what drew you in while reading Chained

Warrior’s Heir by Oseira

Harry is thrown into a world where purebloods are condemned, Tom Riddle is the Boy Who Lived, and the Dark Lord is someone he'd never suspect. Will his emerging abilities be enough? Should he support Riddle - or the Dark Lord?

A Stranger in an Unholy Land by serpent-sorcerer

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Harry’s eyes roamed Sirius’s figure, his full lips as they curved into a flirtatious smile… the way he leaned back against a wall, long legs crossing over each other. His gray eyes lowered to a lazy, heavy-lidded gaze as he smiled tipsily at his friends, teasing them affectionately.

It was all too easy to imagine those hooded gray eyes in bed, those black curls sprawling across the bed sheets as his full lips parted in a low, husky moan—

Harry stifled a gasp, forcing his gaze away momentarily.

Fuck.   

A fluttering sensation of panic began to build up inside of him, along with some other unnameable emotion. 

He exhaled shakily, attempting to stop his traitorous thoughts. Your future godfather, he reminded himself, over and over, even as his eyes couldn’t stop tracing Sirius’s figure and face, noticing the crinkling corners of his eyes whenever he smiled and—  oh, god.

Harry was going to be sick. 

Im sorry if I'm rambling but I just needed to say this, you're an amazing writer <3333

Yeah no joke, I literally have that scene written out. You may have gotten some pieces of the plot correct there LMFAO... a little snippet from my docs as a reward: - - -

"Who is it?" Voldemort demanded imperiously, his scarlet eyes narrowing into indiscernible slits. "You will tell me, and he will be dead before midnight—"

"You fool," Harry gasped brokenly, before breaking out in mirthless laughter. "You would kill yourself?"

. . .

Slow suffocation never tasted sweeter.

oh haha yeah... great question... kind of ironic to be answering this but. As someone trying to conquer a 2 year writing block, I'd start by —

Re-reading your favorite fanfiction (especially if you like that writer's writing style)

Re-read your own stories to remember where you left off

if all else fails —

I'm honestly in the best place right now, never been better. Things were rough the last two years (Covid, college stuff, etc.) but I have a stable life as well as the time and motivation to write. I desperately miss writing and I'm glad to be back.

When Harry closed his eyes, he saw flashes of intelligent, scarlet eyes and pale, translucent skin. He saw long pianist fingers holding an even longer wand, the way the tall man nearly glided across any floor.

He heard, “Mine.” 

He felt possessive, cold fingers clawing up his neck as icy, excited breaths exhaled against his forehead. He’d sensed Voldemort’s exhilaration as he’d spilled his knowledge of Harry’s flower, and the self-satisfaction that had flooded him afterward.

In retrospect, Harry had found it odd that Voldemort had such in-depth knowledge of flowers — an oddly romantic topic. But perhaps he’d known of the fate his mother met, and cared enough to research different flowers after her passing. After all, he’d taken revenge for her— and for himself— by killing all three Riddles.

And if Voldemort could care… did he have any capacity to love?

“You-Know-Who’s that fascinating, huh,” Ron muttered wryly, sounding vaguely horrified yet amused.

(In which Harry and Tom decide to role-play...)

“No,” Tom said quietly, “That is not my name.”

Harry froze, caught off-guard and unsure of how to proceed.

Then,

“I am Lord Voldemort…”

Harry’s eyes widened. A small part of him was laughing—because of course, Tom wouldn’t want to be called by any other person’s title even when role-playing. Really, the narcissistic bastard was exactly like Lord Slytherin…

But another part of him had begun to shiver in anticipation.

They were going off, moving away from canon and the books, but Harry had never felt more immersed than in this moment.

“And you will fall for me, Harry Potter.”