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2021-10-04
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Eternally (and Always) Yours (but definitely not mine)

Summary:

A story about plagiarism.

Notes:

DISCLAIMERS:

+ this story is not intended to mock the Harry Potter fandom or the ship within it’s tag.
+ this story is not intended to direct any harassment or bullying. It is purely fictional, written with the intention of letting off steam.
+ this story is not meant to be taken seriously.

If you read between the lines here, you know what happened. I’m sick and tired of this happening, and I’ve decided to make this experience as excruciating as possible for everyone involved. Including myself.

For anyone subscribed to me who has gotten an email about this fic with no context, I am so sorry.

If you WANT context, check my twitter (@cataclysmiceve1) for more information.

(See the end of the work for more notes.)

Work Text:

It’s a quiet morning in Tom’s dorm room. Just like every other morning. He doesn’t have many night time visitors, you see. He’s trying to rectify that matter.

Well, except it’s not completely quiet.

”My…my lord,” Bellatrix whispers, eyes wide—slightly addled, as always (Tom has repeatedly told her that he needs to speak to her doctor about her Vyvanse prescription), “is this really necessary?”

Lucius sighs heavily from his seat on Tom’s bed, leisurely counting his money with one hand, scrolling through instagram with the other. “Oh, so this is a bridge too far for you, but the fact that he demands that we call him the ‘dark lord’ is completely acceptable?”

Tom’s eyes flicker towards him, narrowed into slits, and the silvery blonde falls silent, his lips pressed tightly shut. After all—it’s perfectly logical to call him by such a title.

He’s president of the local chapter of PUTA. (People for the UN-Ethical Treatment of Animals, not to be confused with it’s more socially acceptable counterpart.)

“Yes,” Tom sniffs, fingers clacking slightly more aggressively against his keyboard. “It is.”

After all, how else is he supposed to get Harry Potter, the cutest boy on campus, the boy who lived (through Susan Bone’s 21st birthday extravaganza, keg stand and all), to notice him?

A fanfiction. That’s the only reasonable solution.

”Don’t you think…” (Lucius has finally managed to speak again, his tone slightly cautious) “It’s a little less romantic if…you don’t write it yourself?”

Tom pauses, his eyebrows knitting together, somewhat baffled. “…What do you mean?”

”Well—he has a point,” Bellatrix frowns, a little nervous about agreeing with any criticism of her lord. “People might think it’s…low effort.”

”…Low effort?” The college senior questions slowly, scratching his head as he glances back down at the screen.

It’s not low effort, the story is nearly eighty thousand words! Do people even realize how difficult it is, going through and replacing the names, places, and countless other references in a fic that long? It’s hard work!

”No,” Tom mutters, shaking his head as he squares himself, hitting control + c on the archive of our own page, making sure the entire chapter is highlighted (not the author’s notes, he almost made the mistake of linking the original author’s twitter once, tragically), and then, wiping a bead of sweat from his forehead, he opens his own word document, hitting control + p.

It’s honest work. Harry will appreciate that, even if he does learn the truth behind Tom’s misdeeds.

“After all, it’s not like anyone is going to know.”

Really, who in their friend group has read, watched, or heard of Bungou Stray Dogs anyway? None of them! They’ll never know! Especially not if Tom replaces every single mention of Chuuya Nakahara with Harry Potter, red hair with black, Dazai Osamu with Tom Riddle, it’s all perfect.

It’s fine. This version is better anyway, really. Tom even added a few phrases of his own, here and there! Gave it some personality, some nuance. Cataclysmic Event (or whatever the poor bastard’s name is, who can say, when it comes to the internet) should be thanking him for taking their boring, pedestrian little omegaverse fic, turning it into from something banal into a truly magical piece of fiction.

“You never know…” Lucius mutters under his breath. “Someone might reach out to the original author. It happens.”

Even if it some fool did notice and they did manage to find the foul, filthy little creature that wrote the original, well—it wouldn’t hold a candle to Tom’s new, enhanced version of the story. And even if it did, well—Harry would have already read the story by then, he’d already realize how perfect Tom was for him, and then they would run off into the sunset and make beautiful little babies.

Well. Maybe not in the same way as the characters in the original story did. But the spirit of the action would certainly be there. Just…with not as many bodily fluids involved. Or the French.

But, just in case, he reaches for the title bar—changing the title from Always Yours to Eternally Yours.

There, that will throw everyone off of his trail.

He reaches the tags, gleefully entering them while Lucius and Bellatrix quietly debate behind him.

”Should we call someone?”

(OOC Tom, omega Harry, enemies to lovers—)

”Who? His family? They’re just as disturbed as he is!”

(Alpha Tom, mpreg, historical fantasy—)

”Why doesn’t he just write his own at the very least? It can’t be that hard.”

(I’m bad at tagging lol, long fic! , comments appreciated—)

”Don’t be ridiculous, Bellatrix. He’s doing this because he doesn’t know how.”

(No beta, we die like men.)

Tom finishes with a flourish, scrolling down to hit post, waiting for the views, kudos, and bookmarks to flood in, eyes flashing with delight when he sees the username—

the_boy_who_lived_OwO

Perfect.

And so the Dark Lord did great things in the name of t he pursuit of his love.

Terrible.

But Great.

Notes:

I have nO IDEA if Archive of Our Own community guidelines will let me get away with this, but we’ll see. I’m sorry if you’re disappointed by the fact that another fic of a SIMILAR TITLE was taken down within this tag. If you would like to read the ORIGINAL fic it was STOLEN from, feel free to check “Always Yours” within my works.

If you have no idea what’s going on, I’m sorry for clogging the tag with this. But it’s incredibly demoralizing and frustrating to be a writer in a smaller fandom and constantly have your writing re-posted in larger fandoms. If you want to support the original, please do. If not, thanks for stopping by anyways.

Thanks,
Evie.