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worst-t4t-couple · 1 year

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ALL Pairings are out! Long post, so look under the cut!

Round 1 1/4

Sweep, cap’n, k_k VS Jay Walker, Nya

Vee, Marsha VS Bruce Wayne, Selina Kyle

Cherry Blossom Joe VS Doofinsmerch, His Ex-Wife

Percy jackson, Annabeth Chase VS Jack O Valentine, Sol Badguy

Josuke Higashikata, Yasuho Hirose VS Lug, Anode

leorio, kurapika VS Nepeta Leijon, Equius Zahhak

Luz Noceda, Marcy Wu VS Varian, Hugo

Swap, Neo VS Queen Roger and Fly Minetti

Daffy, Bugs VS Vash, Wolfwood

Ren Amamiya and Goro Akechi VS Peter Parker and Mary Jane Watson

Sam, Max VS Hunter, Willow

Stepan trofimovich, Varvara Petrovnad VS Rex Salazar, Noah Nixon

nellie lovett, sweeney todd VS Tim Drake, Bernard Dowd

bubby, dr coomer VS Neku, Beat

Dave Miller, Jack Kennedy VS Kermit, Mrs. Piggy

Cleo, Etho VS Zelda, Link (Rip)

Chip, Gillion VS X, Zero

kagayama shigeo, hanazawa teruki VS Kris, Berdly

Caranthir, Haleth VS Jonathan Sims, Martin Blackwood

Marc Anciel, Nathaniel Kurtzberg VS Miyamoto Uran, Sapphire

Texas, Church VS Solid Snake, Otacon

Gundham Tanaka, Sonia Nevermind VS Phillip Carlyle,Anne Wheeler

Soos, Melody VS Red, Blue

Jungleberry Cookie, Royal Berry Cookie VS Blaze, Sonic

LDshadowlady, Smallishbeans VS Mr. Neighbor, Wegg

clark kent, lois lane VS Popeye, Olive Oyl

Round 1 2/4

Brandon Quark, Doctor Robotnik VS Elrond, Celebrian

Yoo Joonghyuk, Kim Dokja VS stanford pines, fiddleford mcgucket

Pepa & Félix Madrigal VS Duskie & Hibiscus

Emu Otori, Rui Kamishiro VS momoe and kaoru

C!fundy and c!hbomb VS Anne Boonchuy, Sasha Waybright and Marcy Wu

Agent 3 and Agent 8 VS c!schlatt & c!connor

Zoro Roronoa and Sanji Vinsmoke (Black leg Sanji) VS Miles Morales and Gwen Stacy

Herbert West & Daniel Cain VS Snorkmaiden & Mymble Jr

charles "trip" tucker and t'pol VS Mytho & Princess Tutu (NOT duck; just her princess form)

Gregory House and James Wilson VS luz and amity

Paintbrush and Lightbulb VS Vriska Serket & June Egbert

geordi and data VS peter sqloint and rumi sqloint

Q!ElMariana and Q!Slimecicle VS Poor Boy and Love Interest

Scar and Grian VS Jolyne/Anasui

Kian Stone, Rolan Deep and Timothy Rand VS Dr. Boris Habit and Kamal Bora

red guy and duck VS MK & Red Son

jonathan harker and mina murray harker VS Zagreus/Thanatos/Megaera

Crowley and Aziraphale VS Denki Kaminari and Kyoka Jiro

Tuor and Idril Celebrindal VS Snorpy and Chadlo

jack harkness x the tardis VS Mizuki akiyama and mafuyu

Jackieboyman and Marvin the Magnificent VS Arashi Narukami and Mika Kagehara

Barbie, Ken VS ron and desiree delite

Steven Universe & Connie Maheswaran VS Magnus Burnsides and Julia Burnsides

Kanan Jarrus and Hera Syndulla VS castiel and dean winchester

Eda and Luz’s mom VS Jadzia Dax & Kira Nerys

c!Tubbo and c!Ranboo VS Rex Salazar & Circe

Round 1 3/4

Pixal + Zane VS Apollo Justice + Klavier Gavin

The Monarch and Dr. Ms Monarch VS Juno Steel and Peter Nureyev

Kaito and Meiko VS Kamille Bidan & Fa Yuiry

Sun Wukong and Six-Eared Macaque VS Skwydd & Cricket

Sasha Nein and Milla Vodello VS Wade Ripple & Ember

Byakuren Hiijri and Toyosatomimi no Miko VS Cosmo, Wanda

Roboky and Venom VS Cellbit and Roier

Numerous BFDI ships VS Hiccup, Astrid

Beatrix and Casey VS anakin skywalker and captain rex

Raven and Beast Boy VS Neo and Trinity

Mario, Princess Peach VS Rashmi Jamil and Amelie Maçon

Denji, Asa Mitaka VS Vivi Yukino and Lewis Pepper

Benrey and Gordon VS Lace and Hornet

Beren and Luthien VS neku sakuraba, joshua kiryu

Shin and Noi VS Morticia and Gomez Addams

Paul Matthews and Emma Perkins VS Moomin, Snufkin

james t kirk + s'chnn t'gai spock VS Nico Robin and Franky

Dave Strider and John/June Egbert VS Moominmamma & Moominpappa

Edward Nygma and Oswald Cobblepot VS shaun riley and liz

louis and lestat VS Spamton, Jevil

fox mulder and dana scully VS will t riker + deanna troi [+ worf rozhenko]

Amy Rose, Metal Sonic VS Quackity and Slimecicle

Diego Brando & Hot Pants VS Elrond and Celebrian and Gil-Galad

mia fey & diego armando/godot VS Luigi and Prince Peasly

C!Quackity, C!Karl, and C!Sapnap VS Sonic, Shadow

Drey Ferin and Finn Tidestrider VS Edward Elric and Winry Rockbell

Round 1 4/4

Shaggy and velma VS Surge the Tenrec and Amy Rose

Yamato/Portgas D. Ace VS audrey & seymour

Randy Jade and Oliver Swift VS Tsukishima Kei and Yamaguchi Tadashi

Lup and Barry Bluejeans VS Reimu and Marissa

Mizuki Akiyama & Rui Kamishiro VS Jimmy The Robot and Mc Bat Commander

C!Quackity and C!wilbur VS Espresso cookie and Eclair cookie

Junpei, Akane Kurashiki VS Obi-Wan Kenobi & Satine Kryze

Raine Whispers and Eda Clawthorne VS Danny Zuko and Sandy Olsen

Maxwell 'William' Carter and Charlie W. VS Mothwing and Leafpool

Naruto Uzumaki & Sasuke VS Baxter Stockman and The Alien Computer

Keith Kogane and Lance McClain VS Wood Man and Robbie Rotten

Scott and Barda Free (Mister Miracle and Big Barda) VS John Notwoodman + Nick Lushwood

Caranthir and Haleth VS Susie and Noelle

orpheus and eurydice VS The doctor, Rose

luke skywalker and mara jade VS Princess Daisy and Luigi

time and malon VS Simon (Scissor) and Spoon

Dave strider, Karkat Vantas VS Miles “moles,” Edgar, and Madeline

Mary Anta and Reginald Tetra VS Koichi Haimawari and Kazuho Haneyama

Yoshi and Birdo VS lazlo & nadia

Celebrimbor and Annatar VS Rendog and DocM77

Jesse + Jane VS Adira Tal and Gray Tal

Matt Murdock, Foggy Nelson VS Dazai Osamu and Nakahara

Jessie and James VS jeff and britta

Anji Mito and Baiken VS Shiver and Frye

ALL of MLP* VS ALL of TF2*

*Minus any familial relationships

#Pairings

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ao3feed-drstrange · 4 months

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family is a link to our past bridge to our future

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/65PFuLm by Never_Give_In Wherein the author adored The Greatest Showman and so decided to make a cracky Marvel crossover cause Michelle is absolutely the decendant of Anne and Phillip Wheeler-Barnum. Oh and P.T. may or may not be James Howlett. So, yeah. (written far before No Way Home released, so no multiverse shenanigans here folks) Words: 1596, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: The Greatest Showman (2017), Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe, X-Men - All Media Types Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: F/M, Gen Characters: Michelle Jones (Marvel), Peter Parker, P. T. Barnum, Logan (X-Men), Charity Barnum, Anne Wheeler, Phillip Carlyle, Stephen Strange Relationships: Michelle Jones/Peter Parker, Charity Barnum/P. T. Barnum, Phillip Carlyle/Anne Wheeler, P. T. Barnum & Phillip Carlyle, Logan (X-Men) & Peter Parker, Logan (X-Men) & Michelle Jones Additional Tags: Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Time Travel, Awesome Michelle Jones (Marvel), Inspired by The Greatest Showman (2017), Alternate Universe - The Greatest Showman Fusion, Infinity Stones | Infinity Gems (Marvel), Alternate Universe - X-Men Fusion, Parental Logan (X-Men), Protective P. T. Barnum, Honorary Barnum Family Member Phillip Carlyle, Charity Barnum is a Saint, Logan Has a Heart (X-Men), Peter Parker Needs a Break, Period Typical Attitudes, Period-Typical Racism, Period-Typical Sexism, BAMF Anne Wheeler, Crack Treated Seriously, Interracial Relationship, Slow To Update, Pre-Movie: Spider-Man: No Way Home (2021), Not Canon Compliant With Movie: Spider-Man: No Way Home (2021) read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/65PFuLm

#IFTTT #stephen strange #dr strange #dr stephen strange #the sorcerer supreme #the avengers #ao3 #ao3feed

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ao3feed-petermj · 4 months

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family is a link to our past bridge to our future

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/P5W3vK9 by Never_Give_In Wherein the author adored The Greatest Showman and so decided to make a cracky Marvel crossover cause Michelle is absolutely the decendant of Anne and Phillip Wheeler-Barnum. Oh and P.T. may or may not be James Howlett. So, yeah. (written far before No Way Home released, so no multiverse shenanigans here folks) Words: 1596, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: The Greatest Showman (2017), Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe, X-Men - All Media Types Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: F/M, Gen Characters: Michelle Jones (Marvel), Peter Parker, P. T. Barnum, Logan (X-Men), Charity Barnum, Anne Wheeler, Phillip Carlyle, Stephen Strange Relationships: Michelle Jones/Peter Parker, Charity Barnum/P. T. Barnum, Phillip Carlyle/Anne Wheeler, P. T. Barnum & Phillip Carlyle, Logan (X-Men) & Peter Parker, Logan (X-Men) & Michelle Jones Additional Tags: Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Time Travel, Awesome Michelle Jones (Marvel), Inspired by The Greatest Showman (2017), Alternate Universe - The Greatest Showman Fusion, Infinity Stones | Infinity Gems (Marvel), Alternate Universe - X-Men Fusion, Parental Logan (X-Men), Protective P. T. Barnum, Honorary Barnum Family Member Phillip Carlyle, Charity Barnum is a Saint, Logan Has a Heart (X-Men), Peter Parker Needs a Break, Period Typical Attitudes, Period-Typical Racism, Period-Typical Sexism, BAMF Anne Wheeler, Crack Treated Seriously, Interracial Relationship, Slow To Update, Pre-Movie: Spider-Man: No Way Home (2021), Not Canon Compliant With Movie: Spider-Man: No Way Home (2021) read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/P5W3vK9

#spideychelle #PeterMJ #petermjane

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bennydemarco · 4 years

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“What if we rewrite the stars? Say you were made to be mine Nothing could keep us apart You'd be the one I was meant to find It's up to you, and it's up to me No one can say what we get to be So why don't we rewrite the stars? Maybe the world could be ours Tonight“

#*mine #tgs #the greatest showman #tgsedit #moviegifs #filmedit #fyeahmovies #anne wheeler #phillip carlyle #anne wheeler x phillip carlyle #zendaya #zac efron #zendayaedit #zacefronedit #musical #musicaledit

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hxneymoonn · 5 years

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[short AU fanfic about Anne & Phillip, enjoy]

“Anne.” His voice echoed throughout the deserted building, bouncing off of every locker along the corridor. “Anne!”

She let her back face him, keeping her gaze only on the double door in front of her. Each step was painful, it crushed her soul but it was needed. She had to leave. Her palms enclosed around the cool, metal handle pushing it down to escape to the outside.

It was dark outside and the high school was supposed to be closed, no students were meant to be on site. Not like that stopped Anne, when she needed her time to feel at peace there was only one place she could go; Charity’s office.

His pace quickened as he hurried to catch up with her, before she was gone forever. It didn’t make sense, how could see just leave? After everything that happened between them, everything she said to him, every way she acted: it showed love.

"What is it Anne?" His words rang loud in her head. Anne only shook them away with a slight sigh, moving her feet along the path. It was raining, the weather had been acting unusual lately and it was predicted that a storm was coming to consume the town. "Huh, talk to me. Don't keep doing this."

"Doing what?" Her voice was as cold as ice. Anne gazed back, letting her eyes lock with his. The plain expression on her face, hiding a channel of secrets. She shrugged, rolling her eyes with irritation. "I'm walking away from you Phillip, because your voice is-"

“Bullshit!” Phillip never swore, until now. “I refuse to fall for your act again.”

Anne raised an eyebrow with confusion. “What act?”

“You act like nothing bothers you, like you don’t care about anything.” His voice grew loud not wanting to get washed away in the screams of rain that fell on the two of them. “And when something or someone catches you out on your act, you disappear Anne.”

“I never disappear; you just don’t know me to know where I would be.” She spat, hoping her harsh tone would create a bigger wall between them.

“Then let me know you,” Phillip replied. The desperation was as clear as day in his voice, he was in love with her. Despite, her continuous insults that she threw at him every day or the countless of times he almost died, Phillip knew that this girl, Anne, was his destiny. He felt drawn to her, the mystery and the never knowing of her next move, he was completely under her spell and yet he didn’t even know her last name.

No one knew her last name. No one knew Anne.

She just turned back around, walking to her car. He followed her and she knew of it. "Quit with the stalking Phillip."

"Anne, stop this." Phillip practically begged, his hand taking a hold of hers. He knew that she didn’t like to be touched, but that was the last thing on his mind at that moment. All he needed was her.

Anne flinched her hand away but his grip was stronger than hers, not strong enough to leave a mark or bruise but enough to keep her in place. His skin was soft, moistened from the rain. Her eyes fell down to her hand in his, then back at his face. “Give me my hand back, Phillip.”

"Anne." A loud sigh fell from Phillip’s lips. "You know I want you and I know you want me."

Her heart swelled but her face remained still. Yet, when she spoke again it was much quieter. “I need to go.”

“Anne-ˮ

“I need to go.” Anne tore her hand away from his, the cold air suffocating her skin that was previously heated by him. She stared at him a little longer, before walking away again.

And of course he followed. Phillip was not ready to let her go just yet. He needed to remind her of what had happened between them, when she had lowered those barriers that surrounded her.

“Did it all mean nothing?” His question made her feet abrupt to a holt. “Was I just a distraction in your act? A vessel to remind you of humanity.”

Phillip wasn’t that. He was different, he didn’t just remind of humanity, he made her feel human.

“Did you ever care about me, Anne?” His voice was close, he had caught up with her and his body was pressed against hers. His heartbeat thumping against her back and throughout her body.

“I did care.” Her words were barely a whisper, but he heard it as if it was a scream. Phillip spun her around, locking his gaze with hers.

“Say it again.”

Anne opened her mouth slightly, she was unsure whether it was the rain or not that made the lump in her throat. “I did care.”

“Then why do you act like this?” His arms engulfed her frame, shielding as much of her as he could from the rain. The rain still coated them, Phillip was no match with nature but Anne felt at whole in his arms.

Yet she knew it couldn’t be like this forever. Anne broke herself away from the safety of his arms, with a shake of her head. “You think it’s easy?” Her voice fell back to the previous artic tone. “You don’t know me, Phillip. Stay out of my life.”

“Then let me in Anne.” His frustration was becoming impossible to control but he knew that it had to stay concealed. “Let me get to know you, let me into your life.”

“You don’t want to be in a life like mine.” The artic tone had melted slightly.

He took a step closer to her. “It’s too late to say that now, Anne.”

Anne shook her head, the lump doubling in her throat and becoming difficult to swallow away. “It’s not too late.” She whispered. “You can go; you can’t be with someone like me.”

“Why not?” She didn’t answer him, which only elevating his interest. “Why not Anne? What are you so afraid of? It is okay to let yourself feel and to accept people into your life.”

“I can’t do that!” Her voice was as loud as the rain, grabbing Phillip’s complete attention. A sob escaped her lips as the lump continued to grow. She glanced up to him. “You think I don’t want to run to you. To feel safe in your arms, to let your stroke my hair until I fall sleep and feel your lips against my skin while your kiss me goodnight.”

Phillip feel speechless. Standing in front of him was not the Anne he knew, it was the Anne that she was hiding from the world. There she stood exposed for him to see. The broken, emotionally drained and afraid Anne. And it was this Anne that he wanted, he wanted to help her and most importantly to love her.

“Then come to me, Anne.” His arms extended for her.

A shakey breath came from her mouth and she took a step further away from him. "You can't fix what doesn't want to be fixed."

"Anne-"

"No Phillip!" Her shouts now held sobs that made him step closer to her. "It's not easy okay." Anne felt her voice shake and the tears leave her eyes, she desperately wiped them away. "It's not easy and I can't be with you."

"Anne, that's not true." Phillip took another step closer.

"I can't be the girl you want me to be."

“You already are that girl.” He told her, shifting closer until his hand fell onto her wet shoulder. "Anne-"

"Don't come any closer." Anne shook him away, her sight being blurred with tears and raindrops. Her voice still wobbling from the lump in her throat. "Just let me get out of this rain and go home."

"I'm in love with you, Anne." That was it. It was everything that he had left. Anne froze in her movements, shutting her eyes as her mind replayed his words on a constant loop. A familiar embrace surrounded her body and she didn’t shudder away from it. "I love you, Anne and I know you feel it too."

"Phillip-"

"Just let me in, Anne." Phillip begged. He could feel it in his bones that what they had between them was real, she just needed to realise. Phillip faintly drew her into him even more, her heartbeat now hitting his chest. Anne welcomed his actions and the coldness of the rain did not compare to the utter bliss and warmth she felt in his arms. “Just let me in.”

Anne lifted her head, he was already staring at her and she met his stare. "You don't want me Phillip." She said. "No one does. I can't be loved; I don't want to be loved."

"Why?" His voice broke ever so vaguely as he felt his heart crush. "Why can’t you let me love you?”

Another sob left her lips. “I can’t do it,” Her body shook, not from the harsh weather tearing at them, but from the battle to reframe from letting out more weeps. “If I love you, then I have to feel and if I feel..." Anne took a pause and inhaled slowly. "If I feel then it means I'll have to remember."

"Remember?” Phillip’s mind ran with thoughts, many of distress for Anne and what may have happened in her past to cause this. “Remember what Anne?”

“I don't want to remember." Her body was losing against the weeps and she separated herself from him, using her arms around to protect herself. Much like she had always done. “I can’t let myself remember.”

“Anne, what happened to you? What do you not want to remember?”

“I’m so sorry mum and dad, it was my fault you got into your car.” Her words left without any rational thinking and Phillip already knew a possible assumption. Anne kept letting her body lose, her arms hugging her body as she bawled for her loss.

It had been the first time in five years she had recalled of the accident, it had taken many years to perfect but she had completely blocked it out. Anne allowed herself to not care, not feel or show any emotion in case it led back to that memory.

A memory she always wanted to forget, but knew she never could.

Her therapists thought she had moved on, her progress within her sessions was improved and her meditation was kept up to date along with her dream journal. But it was all lies, Anne never took the pills, she lied to her therapists’ faces with a fake smile placed upon her lips. It was all a part of her act, much like Phillip said, show no emotion, feel no emotion and it worked for her. It helped distract her from the black hole that grew every day inside of her stomach.

“I’m not the one you were meant to find, Phillip.” She spoke after a few moments. “I can’t bring you into my messed up life.”

“Anne.” He didn’t know where to even begin. “I am so sorry, I had no idea,” Phillip hesitated but walked back over to her. “And I love you, which is why I am going to stay and I know that they did too, very much.”

Even though he knew it was a risk, he did it anyway. Bringing, his lips down to meet hers as his arms wrapped back around her. It threw her off guard, but Anne very much welcomed the soft texture that had once previous experienced; his lips against hers.

"Marianne." Her words were almost silent, but the distance had vanished between them so she knew that he heard her.

“Marianne.” Phillip repeated, he could see it in her eyes. This was her, this was Marianne not Anne. He brought his lips down to her forehead, planting a small and soft kiss. “It's beautiful."

"After the accident,” She paused, inhaling a shaky breath. "That's my name but I wanted to change after the accident. So I shorten my name and dropped my other names."

“What is your full name?”

“Marianne Wheeler.” Marianne spoke. She stretched up onto her tiptoes, kissing his cheek with a delicate, tender kiss. “You know I want you, Phillip." His lips lifted up into a smile. "And I love you too."

The smile extended on his face, coating most of it. "You-"

"But I can't have you." Her voice broke again and she shook her head. Phillip’s smiled dropped. "You don't want someone like me."

Marianne took a step away from him, dodging his arms that craved to hold her once more. She knew it was for the best, not matter how much it broke her heart. Her mind reminded her that they were bound to break and she didn’t need any more loss in her life, too much had already been lost. Marianne needed to forget about Phillip and Phillip needed to forget about her.

Phillip felt as if his heart had been torn out of his chest and dragged along the ground. He kept his lips shut, knowing that calling her would be no use. No matter what he shouted, no matter how must he plead, she was gone. He had meet Marianne for that blissful moment, he had kissed and loved Marianne.

But in front of him, he knew that he was watching Anne walk away from him and there was nothing he could do about it.

#the greatest show #the greatest showman #zendaya #zac efron #anne wheeler #anne wheeler x phillip carlyle #au #greatest showman #the greatest showman fanfic #one shot #love #rewrite the stars

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you-guys--are-losers · 6 years

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Falling With You- Moulin Rouge AU

" Tell our story, Phillip... That way I'll always be with you. "

[-Carwheeler/Moulin Rouge]

#carwheeler #phillip carlyle #phillip carlyle fic #carlwheeler #anne wheeler #anne wheeler fic #anne wheeler x phillip carlyle #phillip carlyle x anne wheeler #on its way!#moulin rouge au #original work

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queen-daya · 1 year

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Rewrite the Stars Rehearsals

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carlylexwheeler-blog · 6 years

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The Chaser I Seek

Summary: Muggle-born Anne Wheeler is thrilled when she receives her Head Girl badge in the mail the summer before her final year at Hogwarts, and so is Pureblooded Phillip Carlyle when he discovers he is to be Head Boy. Neither Phillip or Anne knows much about the other, except for what they have learned from afar. Phillip has been watching from the Slytherin side of the stands for years as Anne leads the Ravenclaw Quidditch Team to victory after victory. Anne, on the other hand, has listened to the whispers about the Carlyle family and their obsession with Pureblood lineage, and she knows along with the rest of the school that the Carlyles are instrumental in Voldemort's slowly gaining success.

Neither is prepared to be jarringly thrown together their very first day by a food-fight blown out of proportion.

As both students struggle to balance new responsibilities, they will begin to see new sides to one another-- sides that Phillip has been taught never to look for, and sides that Anne is not ready to explore. But with the wizarding world taking new steps every day towards war, Hogwarts must cling to unity stronger than ever... Especially the two students who are the face of it all.

Word Count: 3,084

Warnings: Language, Food Fights

Chapter: 1 of ?

Read it on Wattpad or AO3.

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Song of the Chapter: "Start a War" by Klergy and Valerie Broussard

Chapter One: The Battlefield

Anne had been hoping for a memorable first day as Head Girl, but now she was wondering if she should have been a tad more specific.

Things had started out fine. Perfect, even, which is probably why the universe decided to deal Anne the disastrous scenario that followed. On the train, she had arrived early enough to meet all of the prefects, and so she had begun to divide the job of monitoring the various cars among everyone. By the time everybody was there, there was a set plan on how they were going to approach it, and it was being carried out perfectly. Phillip Carlyle, the Head Boy, had arrived about ten minutes into the planning. This had been slightly concerning for Anne, who had only communicated with her partner in stiff, unsure letters of congratulations over the summer. Neither seemed able to find the right words all summer. She supposed it was natural, seeing as they had never interacted before. The two of them had classes together, yes, being two of the brightest students in the school. But with advanced classes focused heavily on independent study and neither knew the other well enough to pair up for the few projects they were assigned.

That was the least of her worries, though she tried not to think about it. The Carlyle family had a reputation, and it was not one that painted a hopeful picture of Phillip's respect for a Muggle-born. The past few years had seen a palpable increase in the tension between Muggle-borns and Pureblooded wizards as You-Know-Who grew more and more powerful. Not all Purebloods held the supremacist attitude towards Muggles, of course. But the Carlyles were one of the most notorious families for this attitude and had been for generations, and Phillip Carlyle was the only heir to this legacy of hatred in a time when such superiority was thriving. The thought of what might happen while they were forced to work side-by-side had caused her more sleepless nights than she cared to admit.

However, Phillip's arrival on the train had brought no ominous thunder or sudden chill, so that had been a plus.

Really, Phillip was nothing but supportive of the orders Anne had given. He assumed the role of enforcing her plans rather than trying to make his own, which Anne discovered when she heard him instructing some of the new Fifth Year Prefects.

"She's the one running the show right now," he had informed them, and there was no malice or sarcasm in his voice as he said it. "That's good for you, because she's going to give you a little part of the plan to work with. If you do your job well, then everyone else will be able to do theirs, and we'll be able to get this train to the station without burning it down."

The two Fifth Year girls he had been speaking to had burst into giggles at that, but Anne had found herself feeling just the slightest bit flattered. She had considered going over to greet him, maybe thank him in a professional manner, but it was at that moment that a Third Year boy burst into the compartment, saying, "Umm... So, we were just sitting there, right, and then the seat started smoking, and we don't know how it happened, but there's a small hole burned in-"

"How small is 'small?'"

"I dunno, I mean, most of the seat is gone, but-"

Neither had spoken to the other after that, for as the Prefects began to do their jobs, various situations arose that demanded each of their separate attentions. This was a development that Anne did not mind, and she was happy to keep busy on the ride to the castle. By the time that the Hogwarts Express had pulled into Hogsmeade Station, Anne had successfully handled a game of Exploding Snap gone wrong, a misfired charm that caused the snack trolley to overturn, and a mess made of a pair of robes during a game of Gobstones. As she watched the students leave the Express, Anne was aware of the fact that her face was flushed and her curls were escaping her buns in wisps. But she also felt proud, like she was beginning to live up to the shiny badge pinned to the front of her worn Ravenclaw robes that were a few inches too short.

It did irk her slightly that Phillip Carlyle looked as unruffled as ever from where he stood across from her, making sure that all of the students made their way out.

After that, things were a blur. Anne and the Carlyle boy were tasked with making sure that students knew where to assume their seats since Professor Lutz was unable to do so while she was tending to the First Years. After the majority of the students were seated, Anne made her way to the Head Table to ask any of the professors what they should be doing next.

"Excuse me," she called to the nearest teacher, the blonde Defense Against the Dark Arts instructor. Professor Barnum glanced over at Anne with a kind eyebrow raised. "Is there anything else that we can do, Professor?" Anne queried, hopeful. She needed something to busy herself with, or else she was fairly sure her energy would fall flat.

Professor Barnum hummed softly, appearing to think. "Erm... I don't think so, no," she replied, smiling apologetically as she tucked a strand of blonde hair behind her ear. "But I am sure that Phineas said something about the Sorting starting soon. You two have done more than enough for now, I think, so you can go enjoy the festivities with the rest of us."

Anne nodded, offering the professor a polite smile that hid her disappointment. "Thank you, Ma'am," she murmured, inclining her head respectfully. She was fairly sure that she felt Professor Barnum's motherly gaze upon her back as she weaved between students on the way back to the Ravenclaw side of the Great Hall.

As Anne left the table, she saw that Carlyle had already taken this advice. He was seated in the middle of a group of affluent Slytherin students, and he was laughing at something the brunette girl across from him had said. It did not set in until that moment that Anne did not have anyone to sit with now that W.D. had graduated.

Her brother was working in the Three Broomsticks in order to support them, and Anne knew about the second job that he was hiding. She had noticed the owls coming at odd hours of the night to their tiny flat in Hogsmeade, and she had even managed to sneak one out of the trash, from which she deduced that he was doing some translation of Runes for scholars in Albania. Anne's heart ached that her brother, a brilliant Runes translator who could have found a prestigious job anywhere in the world, was slaving away at a pub for her sake every day. When she graduated, Anne was determined to pick up and leave to start a new life with W.D. They would go somewhere, anywhere, and Anne would get a job researching advanced potions until she was accepted by some major Quidditch team. But until then, Anne no longer had anyone to sit with.

She took a spot at the very end of the Ravenclaw table where no one else sat, fiddling with the napkin on the table absently. She could feel eyes on her, now that she was Head Girl... And she knew those eyes came along with whispers. They did not linger too long, as people had better things to talk about, but she still looked down at the hem of her threadbare sleeve to avoid seeing the brief glances. Anne had never been particularly popular. People knew she was brilliant, they knew that she was one of the best Chasers that Hogwarts had seen for decades, maybe even a century. But for as many acquaintances as Anne had, her dedication to her schoolwork and Quidditch performance did not leave much room for any real friends.

A few moments later, an ample distraction came to turn any unwanted attention away from Anne. Headmaster Barnum rose, and with a wave of his wand, he magicked away the tables. The Headmaster's skinny, slightly mousy appearance was deceiving, for this man was a master of the classes of illusion and enchantment. He was renowned for it in many circles, and Anne was fascinated by the slight flair for the dramatic the man had. She had always been attentive to his words, respecting the air of mystery that clung to him like cobwebs.

The Sorting commenced thereafter. It was a short one, with a particularly small incoming Year. However, there was a noticeable disturbance throughout the ceremony. Anne noticed almost immediately that whenever a surname that was well-known and respected in the magical community was announced, it was greeted with full applause. There were several surnames, however, that were known to be traditionally common in Muggle communities. The cheering following these names was weakened as if at least a third of the students had dropped out. Anne's eyes narrowed, and as soon as any student with a name such as her own was announced, she could be observed to be cheering twice as loud as normal. Several of the teachers picked up on the incident as well, and Anne was fairly sure she caught a glimpse of Professor Barnum and her husband murmuring sonorous charms so that the cheering of the teachers was magnified.

By the time that Zabel, Francine had been sorted into Hufflepuff, Headmaster Barnum had summoned the tables again out of thin air. Gasps filled the room from the First year students who had not been there to see it the first time, and Anne felt a little smile play with her lips. The Headmaster gave a quick speech, and then with a flourish of his wand, the platters before the students all became filled with enough food to feed a small army. Chatter rose to mingle with the cozy sounds of clattering forks and knives, and Anne felt herself visibly relax. Maybe she wasn't exactly a part of it, but this was the part of Hogwarts that she loved. Moments like these, where so many students just existed together, made it feel like home.

Of course, the day chose that moment to turn for the worse.

Anne had only just begun to pour a goblet of pumpkin juice when she first noticed the disturbance, coming from one end of the Slytherin table. Three boys, Fourth Year students, Anne guessed, were using their wands to send little chunks of candied carrots flying to hit a pair of Muggle-born twins across the aisle. Anne set down her goblet, preparing to rise to call the students out. Before she had managed to extricate herself from the table, however, one of the twins had turned and fixed the Fourth Years with a smirk. Anne hastened her efforts to reach the students, but it was much too late. An entire bowl of steak and kidney pudding flew across the aisle to splatter the three students and anyone in the immediate vicinity. For a moment, all conversation fell silent, and there was a moment of hollow space.

And then, the shouting began.

Wands flew out, and Anne fumbled to keep her own in her hand as she desperately scanned the room, trying to see where she was most needed. Anne's ears were overloaded with a tangle of layering spells, most of which sent various trays and plates of food zooming through the air. At first, Anne struggled to appeal to the casters of the spells, but there were far too many. She cursed under her breath as she began to nonverbally cast as many shield charms as she physically could. Invisible barriers sprung up between the attackers and their intended victims, and they effectively stopped the food from flying any further. Unfortunately, this mostly resulted in whatever was being thrown being propelled back towards the attacker, spreading still more food everywhere.

A plate of treacle tart whizzed past Anne's head, and she narrowly dodged it only to be met with a full tureen of chowder. The soup drenched her and a pair of First Years from head to toe, and a shocked gasp left the lips of the children behind her. Anne winced and quickly darted back, gripping them by the hands and pulling them under the table. "Stay here until it's over," she instructed the shell-shocked girls before sliding out from underneath again, leaving them gaping at her retreating form.

Anne fought to move forward, doing as much damage control as she possibly could. Dodging food became completely impossible at this point. What might have been an entire ham narrowly missed Anne's head, shoving her hair out of her bun and getting the soaked curls everywhere. Several pastries were hurled at Anne and smashed into her shoulder, her arm, and her chest, smearing all down the front of her robes. A bowl of lukewarm porridge dumped over her head, and the Head Girl fought to wipe it out of her eyes as she forged forward. All she could do, at the moment, was vanish whatever flying food she could hit. Luckily, Anne had fairly decent aim, and she managed to completely remove several large platters of turkey, ham, and chicken from the air before they could actually hurt someone. Through all of the fighting, she could barely tell who was who, until she stumbled into a form slightly taller than her. Anne whirled around with her wand out, ready to stun the perpetrator if need be.

Instead, she found herself coming face-to-face with a thoroughly flustered Phillip Carlyle.

He looked absolutely ridiculous, with what must have been half of a pudding plastered to his hair and the side of his face. What Anne guessed was chocolate syrup dripped down the side of his face, and what had been his pristine, brand-new robes were covered with mashed potatoes and pumpkin juice. There was a determination in his eyes that was rather comical, seeing as his normally perfect hair was in a cowlick that looked like something from a cartoon. However, as he raised her wand at her, she did not find it hard to believe that he might stun her.

"Carlyle!" she called, over all the noise. "Stop, it's Anne Wheeler!" He froze for a moment, blinking, and Anne remembered that she probably looked equally ridiculous. But then, relief spread over his food-covered features.

"Thank Merlin," he exclaimed, gripping her by the arm and yanking her to the side to avoid a flying sponge cake. "Are you the one who's been vanishing things?"

"Yes," she called, tugging her arm free from his grip immediately. She did not have time to be flustered by the sudden, unwanted contact. "This needs to stop, now, before it gets out of hand!"

"I think it's a bit late for that, as I think I just saw Headmaster Barnum quite literally pie Professor Barnum in the face."

"Are you certain-"

"I would testify to it before Wizengamot."

Anne gritted her teeth and glared at nothing in particular. "Maybe if we can get to Professor Lutz, then-"

Behind them, there was a massive boom, and Anne cried out. Carylye was touching her again, pulling her to the ground with him. She landed sprawled rather uncomfortably on his solid chest, and quickly Anne moved to haul herself off of him. As if that was not enough, a bowl of tuna salad shot by them, effectively covering the both of them in creamy goop.

"Sorry, sorry," Carlyle panted, looking up at her with blue eyes that were as wide as the saucer that broke against the wall behind them.

"What was-"

Just then, a rancid smell filled the hall, and Anne clapped a hand over her mouth and nose. Carlyle did the same, not before Anne caught a glimpse of a gag.

"Dugbob," Carlyle's muffled voice reached her ears as the disgusted coughing of many students filled the hall. Anne felt her level of frustration skyrocket.

"Dungbombs?" she spat. "For the love of all things holy, who the-"

Another boom, and this time Anne was ready. She ducked her head under the nearest table, but Carlyle was not quick enough. Mud flew through the air, hitting him square in the face. Immediately, the Head Boy turned and began to cough, attempting to get out whatever he could from his mouth. Anne stood, trying to locate where the Dungbombs were being set off. The smell was crippling, but she kept a hand clapped over her mouth as she struggled to make her way forward, leaving Carlyle behind. Another detonated, and Anne felt the mud splatter her, too. But she managed to keep it out of her eyes, and that was all that she needed. She pushed her way forward, and through the cloud of brown smoke, she spotted the Fifth Year who was detonating them crouching over another one.

"Evanesco!" Anne shouted, taking aim at the bomb. The boom still set off, but only a little bit more filth flew through the air like projectiles. The rest vanished, along with the bomb, and Anne aimed a silent 'Petrificus totalus!' at the single figure she could see in the center of all of the smoke. She heard a crack that meant that the charm had met the intended target, and then, in the haze of the smoke and the break in the fight, Carlyle climbed onto the Slytherin table, almost slipping in the spill of soup on top of it. Anne pointed her wand at him, murmuring a breathless "Sonorous."

And then, above everything, Carlyle's voice boomed, "The next student to use food as a projectile will personally volunteer to work in the kitchens for two weeks, after they clean all of this up!"

The hall was silent, and Anne let out a soft groan as she leaned against the table at his feet. No noise could be heard except for the labored breath of the students and the dripping of food off of robes. Carlyle let out a massive breath of relief as Anne rubbed her temples and stared at the growing pile of porridge and tuna fish chunks at her feet.

Anne was fairly certain she would not be forgetting her first day as Head Girl anytime soon.

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