#at least on ao3 they are lol

[sacredfire44]

Kinda wanna read/write a post-canon Bingqiu fic set years later, where during some routine, silly wife plot, Binghe somehow finds out that the soul attached to his husband’s body is not, in fact, the original soul.

Like any person, his first assumption isn’t that his husband had replaced the original SQQ. It’s that an imposter has replaced his husband.

A skilled imposter. One who knows all of his husband’s little quirks, who slipped under even Binghe’s watchful eye.

Binghe takes care to not indicate that he’s noticed. His blood parasites confirm this is still his husband’s body, and he refuses to scare them into running before he can get the imposter out.

Binghe spends weeks researching and practicing, until he’s finally certain he can tear the imposter’s soul apart without hurting his husband. Praying, desperately, that it’s a powerful possession instead of a replacement. Praying his husband is still alive in there.

Finally, he slips into the imposter’s dreamscape, clinging to threads and forcing his way as close to the soul as possible, for the surface-level dreams show him in SQQ’s body. Inside, he finds a small man, with big eyes and stick-thin arms, features far too similar to his Shizun. A cheap, pathetic mockery of Shen Qingqiu, he makes sure to tell them.

They are weak outside of Shen qingqiu’s powerful body. It is all too easy to restrain them, to rage and revile them for their crimes, to question what they’ve done, to tear them apart, limb from limb-

“How long?,”He’d snarled, furious, claws digging into the pathetic parasite’s left arm, yanking it just far enough for the strain to burn.

“Years,”The imposter says, eyes wide and wet. Crying.

Years. Years with his husband that this imposter has taken, has stolen from them. Nights spent entangled, lazy mornings spent curled into each other’s embrace, soft evenings spent watching the sunset.

Binghe yanks the arm the rest of the way out, relishing in the way the parasite screams. It will know pain for what it’s taken from him, for what it’s taken from his Shizun.

XXXX

At first, Shen Qingqiu, formerly Shen Yuan, didn’t know what was happening. He’d thought of himself as Shen Qingqiu for years now, so waking up in his original body had been confusing and disorienting.

When Binghe appeared as well, he knew immediately it was a nightmare. It couldn’t be anything but that. Binghe, his Binghe as he was now, would never look at him like this, like he was the dirt on the bottom of his shoe, the scum of the earth.

It was rare to have nightmares nowadays. Binghe was always watching his dreams too closely to let something like that slip by. But the last few weeks, he’d been absorbed in his newest little pet project, exhausted and stressed by whatever it was he refused to talk about. Shen Qingqiu didn’t blame him for having one night of sleep without constant vigilance.

“So the imposter shows himself,”Dream-Binghe said, and ah, what an odd thing to dream up! Shen Qingqiu was just as good as the original goods, and he knew it! There was no way at all he had such insecurities, and certainly not any strong enough to appear as dreams! If he’d had such dreams before, that was simply a coincidence, a trick of the mind repeating the scenario it’d already created to avoid making a new one.

But Binghe doesn’t rant and rave at him for lying, doesn’t call out his betrayal. Instead, his eyes hard and cold, his claws tight where they dig into his wrists, he questions him.

Why?

I don’t know, Shen Qingqiu has to answer. I woke up in this body.

Where is he?

I don’t know, he answers again.

How long?

Here, Shen Qingqiu bites down a cry of pain as his left arm his yanked painfully out, a loud pop as it tugs out of his socket. The pain is real, he realizes deliriously. It’s real the way the Punishment Protocol had been. The thought makes ice pool in his chest.

What had he done to deserve a punishment from the System?

The hand tightens, the bones in his wrist creaking ominously at the strength of the hold.

The look in Binghe’s eyes hurts far more, though. Shen Qingqiu doesn’t even notice the tears in his eyes until they’re spilling over, until his voice comes out as a broken warble.

“Years,”He whispers at last, aware he’s hammering the final nail into his coffin.

It’s only as his arm is yanked away, as muscle and sinew tears with a sickening squelch, that it occurs to him. The punishment protocol had worked by sharing his dreamscape with the original Bingge. It hadn’t summoned nightmares out of no where.

This wasn’t Bingge. He’d known it on sight. Had recognized it in the curlier hair, the taller build.

This wasn’t Bingge. This was his husband.

And this wasn’t a dream.

XXX

Binghe watches as the pathetic worm scrambles away from him, gasping and hiccuping through his tears. His remaining arm shakes against the jagged edge of his stump, trying to stem the flow of blood. It won’t do a damn thing. This is a dream world, and that form is just a representation of his soul.

“I’m sorry,”It begs, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, Binghe forgive me- “

“Do not call me that,” He hisses. This parasite had squirmed its way in, had settled in and gotten comfortable in its place as his husband, but that spot would only ever belong to his Shizun, his rightful Shizun. Everything else… everything else had been a lie!

“No!,”The imposter gasped. Had Binghe spoken out loud? “No, it wasn’t! I really- I really tried to be honest, I- I-“

It gulped, face pale and wan, tears spilling over its cheeks. Its voice dropped to a whimper.

“I loved you. I thought you loved me too.”

Luo Binghe let out a harsh laugh. So that was the plan? Replace his husband and try and make him grow attached? Try to squirm into his heart, when it was already spoken for?

“I could never love a pathetic fake!,”He snarled. “I’ve been planning your death from the moment I learned!”

The imposter sucked in a sharp breath. They stopped scrambling away, simply sitting before him, shaking and curled into themselves.

It didn’t try to run again as he stepped forward. Not even as he grabbed its leg and tore it from its body. It screamed, and thrashed, but made no effort to pull itself away again.

Instead, the insolent wretch began muttering under his breath, a plea and a prayer in one. Begging for forgiveness, for the dream to end, for Binghe to wake him up. Pathetic. Had the imposter really fallen in love with him over the course of its tenure?

He dug his claws into the stump at its shoulder to stop it. The muttering broke into muffled cries, biting their lip as they struggled to hold them back. A habit he recognized from his husband. Disgusting, he thought, holding to the illusion for pity until the very last second.

“You’re just a cowardly weakling, leeching off of Shen Qingqiu. You fell in love with me? Then know this in your heart.”

Binghe dug his fingers in harder, harder, until his claws scrapped against the shattered bone of the socket and dug in. The parasite’s eyes nearly rolled back into its head as it jerked. Binghe lifted it off the ground by the bone, then held still until the worm caught its breath.

“I could never love the man before me. I would never have even looked at you twice had I known.”

Binghe expands his awareness to the dream world around him. From a greater distance, the soul of the imposter is more like a small flickering flame, a little glow between his hands, than a man.

It takes almost no effort at all, to close his fist around it and smother the flame.

XXX

Binghe wakes up in the morning, ecstatic to finally be done with this journey and desperate for love from his husband who he’s apparently not seen in years.

Shen Qingqiu doesn’t wake up with him.

Shen Qingqiu doesn’t wake up at all.

XXX

Anyway now that I’ve officially written a short version of it I want y’all to know that Shang Qinghua would be the one to tell him, after rushing over when he gets an alert that the account of User 002 was deactivated.

Binghe gets to metaphorically self-destruct, realizing everything he said and did was to his own husband and not an assumed imposter. The world shapes itself to Binghe’s wishes, and he still has access to the holy mausoleum, so he manages to bring back Shen Qingqiu. I debated having him bring back Shen Jiu instead but I love the protagonist of any book I read, and that includes Shen Yuan, so instead he brings back his husband whose heartbroken and runs off, with a new level of instinctive terror to go along with it. Binghe really does try to give him room, but that does neither of them good because Binghe drowns in his guilt and the confirmation of his husband’s fear, and Shen Yuan drowns in his heartbreak and confirmation of his husband’s rejection.

The happy ending comes after a slowburn of binghe groveling and breaking himself down(a la Lost and Found in Limitless Clarity) with a side of both being left with new insecurities to add to the existing ones post-canon.

(And if Binghe now dreams of the delicate flicker of a soul between his hands, now jolts awake to the reminder of how small it was, how easy to smother, well-

-it’s the least he deserves, isn’t it?)

#I really did mean to only type a synopsis #but it got away from me lol #at least it’s out now #considering cleaning it up and posting to AO3 #svsss #scum villain self saving system #scum villain #bingyuan #Bingqiu #luo binghe #Shen yuan #Shen Qingqiu #mxtx #writing #edit: #Tw torture #can’t believe I forgot that lol

[kentopedia]

it makes me so happy to see more people are starting to write multi chap / series fics on here again

#don’t get me wrong i love one shots and drabbles too #but my heart will always belong to loonnnggg slowburn stories like if i find a good 100k word fic on ao3 i'm sold lol #and i feel like for a while there these kinds of fics were really starting to die out :( #and ik it’s probably bc they don’t do as well on tumblr unfortunately #but i'm excited to see people are picking them back up !!! i hope this trend continues !! #also if you are writing one you enjoy pls pls don’t get discouraged ! :( and send them my way!!! at least one person on here will enjoy the #(me)

[baconcolacan]

Can't draw anything srs rn so have some doodles I did on my down time lol GUH I HURT MYSELF BADLY

#tomtord #tordtom #ew tom #ew tord #ew future tord #ew future tom #regimen ao3 #ew stay au #dandraws #doodledan #the conference table #WOW THATS A LOT OF TAGS #BUT YE #CONFERENCE TABLE STUFF #Also regimen tom is a shorty lol #at least compared to the Stay AU versions #Stay Tord missing his husband hours #sob #eddsworld

[angry-geese]

Gojo/reader/Nanami >:)

Warnings: not osha compliant. threesome (MxMxF), oral (F & M receiving), fingering, unprotected sex, possibly a little ooc, this is pretty much just smut lol

Word Count: just under 2.3k

Synopsis: some shameless smut between coworkers >:)

a/n: I found this mostly finished in my drafts and god only knows how long it's been sitting in there so I made some edits to it so it could be posted lol. posting this before i leave for work so if there are any egregious errors i'll fix them when i get home :)

jjk masterlist

As you go over the events of the night in your head, you still can't quite figure out how you ended up in this situation; sprawled across Kento’s lap, with Satoru’s hands trailing up your shirt.

Technically, it was your idea. “Girls Night”, or so you dubbed it; a bi-weekly hangout with Shoko, and occasionally Nanami. Gojo only tagged along on a technicality, not long after Shoko canceled, leaving the three of you alone in your apartment on a rainy Saturday night.

From the very beginning, it was clear Satoru had little interest in the show. Kento was less than pleased about his inclusion in the first place. Still you settle down onto the couch, intent on making them watch this show. You’re going to talk to them about it whether they want you to or not. Nanami begrudgingly allows you to press your cold feet against his legs, while your head rests against Gojo’s shoulder. Their hands were too warm—too inviting—to push away. The combined smell of their cologne was intoxicating.

You’re not certain who brings it up first. A small part of you wonders if they planned this on their own. Never on your own would you have dared to ask something like this from your coworkers.

It's a dangerous game you're playing, but when you're situated in Nanami’s lap, with Gojo trailing kisses down your neck, you can't stop to give consequences much thought. Your body practically feels feverish. You’re just a bit too pliable, too reactive to their touch. If Nanami wasn't in the way, you’d be squeezing your thighs together to get the slightest bit of relief. 

“Stop grabbing her ass!” Nanami says, slapping Gojo’s hand away.

“Then turn around and let me grab yours,” Satoru says, his voice muffled against your neck.

Gojo’s hands find your breasts, kneading at the plush flesh through the fabric of your shirt. Tucking your legs under you, you sit back on your calves, allowing you to sit at eye-level with the two men. Nanami’s hands push up under the hem of your shirt, exposing a bit of your midriff. The two act like starved dogs, hungrily taking in the slightest bit of exposed skin. 

Your shirt is thrown off to the side. Gojo tugs the cups of your bra down—a light, lacy one that makes faint blush dust Nanami's cheeks—exposing your breasts. He averts his eyes. Maybe out of respect for you. Not that your bra covered much at all, Gojo notes rather loudly, it's practically see through. In your defense, it was comfortable. Not that they care. They’re practically begging to rip it off. You make sure to unhook it so it’s not shredded.

“Look at you,” Gojo leans down to coo into your ear, “how pretty. What do you think, Nanamin?”

“Don't call me that.” Nanami says with a scowl.

“What? That’s what she calls you.” Satoru’s hand comes up to give your chin a squeeze. “You don't think we couldn't hear you in the dorms? Late at night, when everyone was supposed to be asleep. Calling out his name all-”

Just when you think Nanami couldn't get any more red, he does. He silences Satoru with a kiss. The man is blushing from his forehead, to his chest. A shaky hand takes his glasses off, setting them on the table beside the couch. The look behind his eyes is unreadable. Those same, shaky hands move to loosen his tie, as if it’s become too tight around his neck. His body has grown too warm. He undoes the top few buttons of his shirt in an attempt to cool himself down. The two of you are practically drooling at the small patch of his exposed chest. 

“Of course you’d listen in on a girls dorm,” you say, rolling your eyes, “I always knew you were weird like that, ‘Toru.”

Though you can't see it, his face goes red. Gojo rarely lets his stoic composure falter like this. A small laugh escapes Nanami.

One of Gojo’s hands worms under the band of your shorts, into your panties. A shock of pleasure is sent up your spine the moment his thumb grazes your clit. Your body freezes. The sound of your heartbeat is heavy in your ears, which their voices are barely audible over.

“You think I was the only one?” Gojo leans in to nip at your earlobe, chuckling at the way you gasp, “it was his name you were calling out after all. You wouldn't believe how long we’ve been wanting to do this… Isn't that right, Nanamin?”

There’s no hiding the tent he sports in his pants. He’s painfully hard now, his cock leaking precum against his toned thighs. Kento swallows hard. Slowly, he nods.

“Should we put on a show for him?” You ask.

Gojo’s voice catches in his throat. It's not the response he expected from you, but it's not an unwelcome one.

You lift your hips enough for Gojo to slide your shorts—along with your panties—down your hips. Nanami catches them as they slide down your thighs, pulling them completely off, leaving you bare in front of the two men.

Gojo lets out a soft hum of approval at the sight of your slick cunt. Though he shows no sign of it, he’s nearly as nervous as Nanami. His hands tremble in such a faint manner that only you would see. To a waver in his voice that you have to listen harder to notice. He's breathing harder than usual. The only thing that gives him away is his hardened cock pressing into you from behind, straining against his uniform. You can tell he wants nothing more than to free himself, and fuck you into the couch cushions, but he has enough restraint to wait. This time, he has to share.

Your body jolts as Gojo’s fingers momentarily dip into your slit, grazing your clit. They’re followed soon by his mouth, his tongue working messily against the bundle of nerves. You’re too worked up to hide your shame, fingers burying in his snowy locks of hair. Nanami can only contain himself for so long, palming himself through the fabric of his trousers for some sense of relief.

“There—” you huff.

“Here?” Gojo coos, almost as if he’s mocking you. The absence of his mouth against your clit makes you whine. “You’ve gotta tell me where you want me.”

“Inside—” you say, “I want your cock in me!”

Your words nearly make Nanami choke. Gojo too. His face is red, and his neck is white. His glasses are shoved up into his hair, staring at you through half-lidded eyes.

He laughs, though you can hear the eagerness in his voice. “Not yet,” he says, “didn't you want to put on a show?”

Gojo’s words—more like his tone—make your stomach flutter. He's just being cruel at this point! 

You would not believe how many hours he’s spent imaging you under him. All the things he’s thought about doing to you. Imagining how you sound, how you feel, how you taste. How many nights he’s spent imagining his hand was your own. How many comments in passing he’s made to Nanami.

Neither would you believe the grip you have on him. On both of them. ‘Your boys’ you’ve so affectionately dubbed them. Maybe they took the name to heart.

“It's only fair you go first,” he says, motioning to Kento. 

“I want to know what she thinks,” Nanami says. It's your body, it should be up to you. They have no plans of doing anything that you don't want to do.

“You can't both go at the same time?” You ask.

Gojo hadn't even thought of that. Nanami had. He's gone over this moment in his head. Maybe a thousand times, if not more. Yet he had never expected any of this to come to life.

“There's lube—in the side table drawer,” you say, “my room. Condoms too but I’m on the pill.”

In the time it takes Gojo to go fetch the lube, Nanami is nearly undressed. All that remains are his boxers; a wet patch forms where his cock leaks precum against his thigh. Satoru makes some comment about the two of you starting without him, but the blood rushing in your ears is too loud for you to hear him. 

Satoru finds a seat on the couch between the two of you. Off comes his coat, then shirt, then belt. His glasses are set on the coffee table with little care to how they land. He pours some lube into his palm, working it over his hand to warm it up. Your fingers work their way under the band of Nanami’s boxers, shoving them down just enough that his hardened cock springs free. 

As you lay sprawled out on the couch between them, there’s hardly enough room for you. Satoru’s hips are flush with yours now, his clothes cock pressing into your thigh, while your head lays in Nanami’s lap. 

Kento sits before you, stunned, acting as if he can't decide what to do with his hands. You guide one to your hair, the other falls limply at his side as your tongue trails up the underside of his cock. He and Satoru are comparable in size, both being uncut, although Gojo is slightly thinner. Satoru is shaved, Kento isn't, although the hair at the base of his cock is quite light, and neat. You swear you feel him twitch when you take his cock into your hand, then eventually, your mouth. He’s long enough that you gag, a mix of spit and precum running down your chin. A thin strand of saliva connects your lips to his cock as he pulls away, muttering a quiet apology. Kento Nanami, normally so composed, looks nothing short of starstruck. It must take every last bit of his self control to not thrust into your mouth. Your hands around his shaft—mouth working along his length—is simply too much for him to hold back.

Gojo’s fingers find your clit, toying with the bundle of nerves in rhythm with your own movements. A mix of lube, and your own slick drip down your thighs, and most likely your couch too. There’s a mess between your thighs that if the circumstances were even the slightest bit different you would be embarrassed. Your nails dig into Gojo’s forearm, leaving little crescent shaped marks. If you were pressing any harder, you'd be drawing blood.

He might just be into that.

Gojo enters you not long after that, smirking at Nanami’s thinly veiled attempt to stop himself from cumming. The noise he makes when he sheathes himself fully is telling; he’s not far from cumming either. Neither are you; back arched, pressing back against Gojo. 

His fingers never leave your clit, working across the sensitive nub erratically. It’s just constant enough that your own orgasm comes up sooner than expected. And you do so shamelessly, clenching around Gojo as he works you through your release. His own thrusts grow sloppier as he nears orgasm, although he appears as if he’s holding himself back.

Nanami is next. To his credit, he does try to pull out before he cums. The angle of your bodies on the couch, mixed with your own eagerness to work him through his own release prevents him from doing so. When he cums, he cums lots, and your first instinct is to swallow it. With his thumb, he wipes away the little bit that's dribbled down your chin. Words of praise fall past his lips, although his mind is too addled with pleasure for them to make much sense. You lay there, your head in his lap, fingers laced with his as his cock softens before you.

Satoru lets out a whine as he's about to cum. Which, at least to him, is a bit alarming that he's done so this fast. Nanami spots it a mile away; the only reason you don't is due to your back being to him.

He intends to cum inside you at first, but second guesses himself, pulling out to finish himself off in his hand. From him spills faint, nonsensical praise as he cums across your back. Then comes the scramble of trying to clean it—you—up before a further mess is made. A guilty look spreads across his face as he glances down at the couch. From the floor, he retrieves a shirt, cleaning what he can off your back. 

“It’s fine,” you say, “I’ve needed a new couch for a while anyway. Did you seriously have to use my shirt, though?”

The expression across Satoru’s face resembles a grimace, more than it does a smile, although he tries to pass it off as the latter. “I mean,” he says, a nervous laugh escaping him, “I considered using Kento’s but he’d probably strangle me here and you could just walk into your room and grab a clean one.” Satoru rattles on about the price of his shirt—the tailoring, and brand, and dry cleaning cost. You tune it out.

“You’re an ass,” comments Nanami.

“Yeah, I walked into that one, didn't I?” Gojo says.

It doesn't take long for you to get comfortable, sprawled across both their laps. To give himself something to do, Nanami’s hands find your hair, brushing it away from your eyes. Satoru’s hand falls upon your thigh, his other placed firmly behind his head. Were the circumstances any different, the repetitive, soothing motions would put you to sleep, but you can't quite calm your racing heart. 

You turn your attention back to the TV, right as the two main love interests embrace one another in a kiss. Credits roll moments after.

“Looks like we missed the show.” Satoru says.

#jjk x reader #gojo satoru x reader #nanami kento x reader #nanami x reader #gojo x reader #nanami smut #gojo smut #not osha compliant #this probably would have worked pretty well with getou instead of nanami but idk i dont feel like i write getou very well #at least in like smut context lol #ill probably cross post this on ao3 too im just running out of time before i need to leave lol

[frownyalfred]

part 4/?? of ao3 author’s notes found in the wild that make me laugh so hard I cry

#ao3 #archive of our own #writing #fic #fanfic #fanfiction #writing things #reading things #look at least they’re being honest and transparent lol

[thesmollestsnek]

“…you can hate me. You can hate me and scream at me… punch me after if you need to, just help me save him first.”

@clockwayswrites

#had the idea for this one literal months ago and now here we finally are #was hoping danny’s eyes would pop a bit more but ig the highlighter I used wasn’t bright enough #ao3 being down sucked but hey at least I finished this piece lol #art #fanart #fanart of fanfiction #dpxdc #dpxdc art #danny fenton #jason todd #dead on main #dead on main art #tw blood

[captainhysunstuff]

A reactionary comic about rereading a fic that I recently recommended that was way darker than I remembered, lol. I still love it for how they pretty much drive each other crazy, but that word choice and the consent issues... *cringes* At least there are valid warnings beforehand, and the first fic was pretty PG. Sorry. *laughs sheepishly*

#drawn by me #my fancomic #sort of a review of a fanfic #Death Note #lawlight #self portrait #Light Yagami #L #aggressive making out #it's just that I'm usually seen as maybe a couple steps below wholesome and felt weird about my recommendations after rereading them #and it was on fanfiction.net so they don't have the in depth tagging system that Ao3 has so there is a bit of blindness #but still thank goodness the author did provide warnings and actually recommended people skip certain chapters #L and Light are NOT nice to each other in Concerto in D Minor to say the least #that and Violins Light are still very influencial for me and for inspiring my love of these two driving each other to the edge of madness #and *spoilers* they don't even have sex in it! the majority of the explicitness is just from violence and non-consensual... torture touch? #it also follows my weird trend of starting off kind of silly to more serious when it comes to tone #and of course driving Light into a horrible crisis~ #sorry for my lack of artistic activity. I'm still in the process of drawing the next installment of my fancomic #but I did wanna do this as a psuedo apology for my recommended fics. I was honestly shocked by how dark/brutal it gets lol #I do still recommend them if you can handle it. It’s honestly not the darkest thing I’ve read lol

[sonysakura]

Angsty Sonadow Drabble #14

Same universe as Angsty Sonadow Drabble #9. As I mentioned before, can't help but think about this AU sometimes... Might or might not even have 3K words written about their relationship...

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past character death, grief + Sonamyshad

“Do you think he thought about this scenario?”

Sonic is sitting on the floor beside the bed, frowning down at their kid’s birth certificate which lists him as the father.

“This is just… so convenient, isn’t it,” he almost spits out.

“Hedgehog, you should be in that document. Since I fathered them, it is only fair—”

“Yo, Shads, I was there when that baby was made,” he smirked at the scandalised look. “All three of us are going to raise them! Pretty sure that makes me their dad anyway.”

“Still… I want it to be you.”

“If he thought about his… that he would leave us…” Sonic puts the paper away not to crumple it and covers his face, teeth bared and voice now choking. “He couldn’t imagine a world without us, he said. How easy was it to imagine one without him, you think?..”

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Read the whole collection on Ao3.

#Sonic series #Sonic the Hedgehog #Shadow the Hedgehog #(or a memory of him at least) #Sonadow #Sonamyshad #Sonshadamy #Angsty Sonadow Drabbles #angst #suggestive cw #(Sonic's teasing lol) #fanfiction #by sonysakura #writing by sonysakura #Posting before Ao3 actually #Will do it in a moment and reblog the og drabble too

[bleue-flora]

WILL TO LIVE (REMOVE)

Y’all it’s been a week. I’m starting to feel like I’m the project. I guess it makes sense, there is a reason I project onto dream after all…

[context]

#put me out of my misery #ok though for real waking up to a couple ao3 comments and 99+ tumblr notifs really helped me get out of bed this morning so thank you <3 <3 #c!dream #dsmp #dreblr #c​Dream=me like omg in soooo many ways… even my counselor is like-ok damn yea no makes sense why you’d connect to him #dream smp #this is fine #at least I’m getting paid… #guess I’ll just wait for my irl technoblade lol…

[chill-vibes-but-rainbow-panic]

Me @ all the people I saw slowly going insane on my dash, after AO3 comes back up

#/lh #Love how the tag was apparently already trending? lol #At least that's what my Tumblr says #I do understand though #archive of our own #ao3 #ao3 is down

[i-will-steal-your-intestines]

@skaelds there you go! I’ve compiled a list of most of the tomarry and harrymort fics I’ve read, as well as those I had planned to read. hope this helps. Enjoy!

*I know it’s a few months later than promised, i hope you can excuse me for the delay 😅

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*the fics which can be both harrymort and tomarry are put under tomarrymort.

*also i think I might have misspelled some titles, and/or wrongly categorised some, so you might find a tomarry in tomarrymort or a tomarrymort in tomarry.

*if you can’t find a story make sure you check for it under the author’s pseud, and some of these (like yebisu by slexenskee for example) are from websites other than Ao3, so if you can’t find it on Ao3, it might be somewhere else.

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Tomarry:

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by wynnebat

In bloom

Like a scarf

Roads untaken [crack]

Undoing

The Care and Keeping of Tom Riddle’s Diary

Alohomora

Precious

Rings around

Coming down, down, down

…and a lot more, but this is prob going to take a while, so I just recommend anything by wynnebat really.

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by duplicity

Wake From a Dream

Harry James [Redacted] [crack]

To The Hilt

Harry Potter and The Dragon of Gaunt Mountain

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by maquira

Kudosed, Bookmarked, Subscribed

Expecto Patronum

Freudian slip

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by Baryshnikov

A deconstructed ménage a trois

I search the alphabet just to find your name

You taste of sour cherry jam

To yearn for love is to rot alive

Happy anniversary baby

The art of persuasion

Love confessions in our moldy pink bathroom (I could’ve sworn it was there but I can’t find it, was it deleted? bc I KNOW I did not hallucinate this fic man)

The antidote to boredom

This was the ineluctable consequence of how we love

My nemesis, oh my nemesis

Being seen & being known

The unexpected consequence of insubordination

Seduction by any other name

The insides of men are webbed with love

Mycelium; or tragedy of want

I told you not to take it.

A desperately romantic thing

And a lot more…anything by Baryshnikov is bound to be good, check them out on Ao3.

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by asakiii

WANTED

Drunken mistakes

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by RepentingSirens

Only The Good

The Endlessly Fleeting Lives of Tom M Riddle

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by ToAStranger

love is touching souls (surely you touched mine)

Found Love (where it wasn’t supposed to be)

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by Luxis

Where Our Worlds Meet

Bite me, Bitch

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by Ellionne

Soon

Harry Potter and The Dark Lord’s Mighty Weapon [crack]

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by daniko

Unloved and Forgotten

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by LissiaMoonstone

Reporting for duty

Haunt me, darling

In his bones

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by Penmanner

Fuck, Marry, Kill (Me Now)

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by Nica

Pokémon Go Fuck Yourself It’s 2AM

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by mwan

[placeholder]

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by Arliene

Chasing the careless traveller

I have seen your heart

The intruder

A Christmas Riddle

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by hypnagogia

romantika kromatika

Try the other one, it rings (if you type in the wrong PIN)

Tis but a flesh wound, no?

And at night, the invisible worm flies

Harry Potter and the Mysterious Brolly Man

Look (/feel) like death warmed up

Bottoms Up, Top Down

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by flipdarkchill

Fate granted

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by DobbyRocksSocks

Yours and Mine

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by IceLynx

Subjective

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by isleoffanfiction

Criminal Alleys

A Mudblood? No a Slytherin.

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by dracoismytrashson

The Domino Effect

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by TheOnceandFutureQueenofTarts

Gone bananas [crack]

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by Mer_des_Miroirs

Uncover

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by Divida

A Future Without a Face

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by QuillofFortune

Blend Into Me

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by while_v_r_young

As it is above so it must be below

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by articcat621

A Tumble Through Time

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by insert_keyboard_spam_here

Irresistible

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by WolfyWordWeaver

When Harry Met Nagini

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by Crystia

The Root of All Evil is Love

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by a_dale

Together (Or Not At All)

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by Chaotic_Smutty (Anna_Hopkins)

Glory Hole Shenanigans

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by Tina48

Custodarium

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by Padraigen

he who falls asleep first

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by maydei

Kingdom Come (Undone)

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by Nillen

Forever Hold Your Peace

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by thecrimsonmonarch

Rain, Rain, Go Away

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by Cartonsofcartoons

The only sound is the overflow

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by MorianaBeldom

Someone Who Believes

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by Paimpont

To Kill You With a Kiss

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by KaedeRavensdale

When September Ends 

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by harrietriddle

Willing (to be a fool)

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by BigJellyMonster

The Best Times are Ahead

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by Fukoji

More Precious Than Gold

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by Katsitting (Nekositting)

New Year, New Me

I’ll Eat Your Heart Out, Sir

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by HQ_Wingster

Becoming

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by jazz n sadzz but razz

I loved you the most

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by FermionCat

Senseless & lacking sensibility

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by goldenzingy46

I loved you even when you weren’t there

You + me the remix

Follow me home and kiss me softly [crack]

etched out (my heart)

Falling for someone (long gone)

Sudden, And Forgettable

An Unyielding Rush of Ink

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by immxrtalbi

Scotland blues

We’re Not in Hogwarts Anymore

Physical obliviate

Mirror, mirror

Paper crane of mistakes

Two alike sides

Twinkle Riddle

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by rightonthelimit

Count on me

Come to me

This is why

damaged

One Too Many

Holding Hands

Little Secrets (Manners)

1,2,3,4

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by Exarite

A house is not a home

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by slexenskee

yebisu

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by aroundloafofbread, Wolven_Spirits

Three sugars and a splash of daddy please

Treacle my tart

Lost and found

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by Wolven_Spirits

Make Me

It’s called stealing

Hmm

Peel me [crack]

Dark Like Your Smile

I told you not to die

The Wild Hunt

Don’t leave me kiss-less

Bzz

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by crowthing

altered course

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by Anonymous

bear witness (to what you’ve become)

swallow

the grass grows green

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by holythemis

murder husband

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by mizstorge

Hogmanay

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by kcstories

the other

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by Tosmichiyo

An echo of the past

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by DariaSilver

the portrait

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by AConspiracyOfRavens

Interlude

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by myonmel

Tom is a cop

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by ChokolatteJedi

They Didn’t Know

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by massolit

love of your life (ignore him)

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by Ailora

Cold Dish

Game On, Your Move

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by shadowscribe

Harry Potter and the Greatest Show

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by an orphan_account

Choices

all the light, all my love

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by valkyrie_chemist

Seeing Sand

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by waywiser

the heart for chasing

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by trajeudi

Feels Like Mine

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by Tsume_Yukia

miracle fibre called courage

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by PeridotWraith

[I Feel Like I’m] Standing In A Graveyard

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by IvoryRaven

Sudden-Onset Acute Respiratory Flowers

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by Odys_seus

The Chain

Noir memoirs

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by Stelaris

Where you are needed

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by ChasingChapters

Between the Shadow and the Soul

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by CallistoPen, MoonlightSonata (CallistoPen)

His other half

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by InkwardSpots

kisses are promises I can’t keep (but oh, I try so hard)

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by aluminumsoda

Harry Potter and the Absurdity of Man

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by Prodigalsan

The Rabbit’s Foot

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by NeuroWriter14

bugs and organs

One Hundred Christmases With You

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by MayMarlow

And the Rest is Confetti

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by FujiRouge (orphan_account)

won’t take no as an answer

The Domesticity of Tom Riddle & Harry Potter

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by tiigi

The Gift of Giving

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by HeavensDiskJazzyJade

Soft Sounds

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by LampPost

Please don’t

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by chaoschameleon

Christmas Cookies and Chaos

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by krimsky

in which someone finally gives Tom a Valentine’s gift he likes instead of love potions

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by fericide

dualities

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by httpsruru

A Hostage for Christmas

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by The_Fictionist

Impressing Professor Potter

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by sunflower123ink

Why don’t I play you a tune, Darling

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by son_of_death

Don’t die for me, live for me

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by Stargirltakingflight

Your soul laid bare for all to see

razor’s edge (even deeper we fall)

All the ties that bind us

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by alfisha

‘tis the season to be simping

you look so pretty(but you’re gone so soon)

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by JayGwen23

Anonymous Letters

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by Mister-Tom-A-Dildo-Lover (Watermelonsmellinfellon), Watermelonsmellinfellon

Strive

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by Aquarius_Shadow

of flesh and blood (of magic and legacy)

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by Shivani

December and January

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by purplewitch156

Memento Mori

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by Juic

Days of Wine & Roses

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by hiraaaa

Little one

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by noumena

Cicatrize

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by Raybean

Stuck

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by kindjellyfish

New Person, Same Old Mistakes

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by TrenchcoatRats

Discovering Emotions

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by ohyonfermemphis

cut this picture (into you and me)

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by caxandra

a tremendous change

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by elderflower_tea

Roads Diverged

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by Batsutousai

Salir

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by RedGhost1010

Rise, Icarus: (even) Demons Dare Love Endlessly

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by Lomonaaeren

Living Well

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by belletrist

With a twist [crack]

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by Stargirltakingflight

Dangerous Distractions

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by apocalypseWallflower

The Power the Dark Lord Knows Intimately

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by selfproclaimed_princess

Narabhakshi

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by Moonlight_Jasmine

Nothing Can Come Between Us

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by asterismal (asterisms)

perfect

sharing is caring

moment of impact

a peculiar way of fitting together

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by driftingsea

catch me if you can

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by NastyFanGal

rose.

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by Nabielka

Oversight

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by Rose_by_another_name

rewind the tapes (press pause, press play)

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by Cyanocitta20

A Future, Found (in the Past)

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by greenmegsnoham

64: Heartbroken

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by Lortan

But You Promised?

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by DreamingofSleeping

Aftermath [crack]

Rambling [crack]

Malfoy Manor [crack]

Home Invasion [crack]

Albus’ Interlude [crack]

Hate Mail [crack]

Couples Therapy [crack]

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by calluscrazy

What You Require

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by doshu

Date Night

The Date That Shall Not Be Named

Seldom Used, To Date

Carbon Date

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by Mirley

Manic Love Fools: or the ethical quandary of harbouring amorous adulation for a hot eldritch clown

(I personally couldn’t find a way to access it, but when I attempted to find some screenshots or something on images, the few pictures I saw looked very promising. great art btw)

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by RudeHellion

Anointed

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by Mairi Nathaira (Tara)

Unbidden

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by Vyrid

To My Star

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by philolust

why wait for the best when I could have you

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by lemonchase

Alone in the Darkness

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by May_May_o_o

Muggle Studies is Economics in Disguise

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by November Snowflake (novembersnow)

Yes

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by Eidelvyd

An Unexpected Agreement

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by JamesTheSnail

Twice is Enemy Action

(it’s still a work in progress, no appearance of Tom so far, and only 1 chapter posted, but it’s very well written and has an interesting concept and plot, i couldn’t not include it.)

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🕺🏻

Harrymort:

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by silenceinwinter2019

The Orphaned King

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by asakiii

In the end

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by wynnebat

The spaces in between

Shades of truth

Dearly beloved [crack]

Hell is your son in law from another dimension [crack]

Hell is your son from another dimension [crack]

Hell is ours to carry [crack]

Outside your castle

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by maquira

Stripped

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by Lomonaaeren

Ruby Silence

The Seducer’s Path

Retreat

Advance

Flank

Ambush

(the above four are part of one series, and were recommended to me by @racfoam - you have excellent taste by the way. love the way Lomona wrote them. i was giggling, blushing, and fanning myself the whole time, and very invested in the series. the healthy and realistic growth of Harry and Voldemort’s relationship and the way they begin to care for and trust in each other as the story progresses is something that I really liked. i also appreciated the fact that Harry did not have to completely change himself or turn “Dark” - no offense at all to such stories - but instead always stayed true to himself throughout the story, he was always who he was at his core, he was Harry, with a very large capacity to love and see the best in people, and to forgive. Another thing I loved was their mutual respect, and also the healthy way in which they compromise on things. looking forward to the next story in the series!)

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by Dark Chelonie

Going grey

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by UnbotheredGoose

Dance with me at the end of time

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by ObsidianPen

No glory

by Serapia

Silent Night

(it’s a one-shot spin off of a scene from “No Glory” by ObsidianPen, highly recommended it, beautiful work)

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by skaelds

Perfect places

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by flipdarkchill

Phantom

Dimensions

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by MonsieurClavier

Velveteen

Keeper of My Soul

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by LouveClaviere

When we all fall down

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by Exarite

once upon a dream

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by immxrtalbi

Azkaban break

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by SalemObsidian

Hearts afire

Crown

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by brainstorm1001

Mirrored

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by lemonchase

I Can’t Carry This In My Sleep

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by fluentchaos

Take This Longing

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by freakydeakymoonmagic

Baby, I’ve been running

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by DreamerEye

The Wand Chooses

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by Rendered Reversed

Here there be dragons

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by Kushimani

Anything

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by mizstorge

nothing like the sun

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by isleoffanfiction

A Spell to Seek Sofia

Body swap - frantic fanfic

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by VoidRealmer

Poetic Justice

(I think this is tomarry but I’ve already done the link so..🤷🏻‍♀️)

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by an orphan_account

Savour

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by Charlie Waffles (CharlieWaffles)

First Words

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by crowthing

Permanence

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by epiphanein

The Fool

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by where_evil_grows

Way out There

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by avrian170

I’ll See You After Death

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by purplewitch156

Entwined

Enraptured

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by hypnagogia

Talking Tom [crack]

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by sujing

The Duck Lord [crack]

opened heart, secrets spilled

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by fluorescenx

Two Words in Green Ink

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by Author_Person

Unrepentant

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by Pinesfamfan

Sleepless Nights

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by local_doom_void

Mi aedijekit

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by LiquidLuckandStuff

Phantom Touch

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by Epic Solemnity

Dreams and Darkness Collide

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by asterismal (asterisms)

Beat Your Fantasy

red

hostage

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by GeMerope

A Rival’s Kiss

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by RudeHellion

In Due Thyme

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by DreamingTheMelody

Just A Touch

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by cauldroncakes

the one with the arranged marriage

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by aphaeiia

Wedding Planning with The Dark Lord [crack]

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by DianeLunaCrescent

Out of the Blue

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by Lils_White

the monster you (don’t) see

The World On Fire

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by reeby10

In This Body There’s a Heart

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by Divida

Another Time, Another Place

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by Phantomato

With Apologies

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by HQ_Wingster

By the Light of Your Smile

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by sofiaottoman

Lest We Forget

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by Princess_Jellybean

Harry Potter and the Unraveling of Time

(just a fair warning - this fic is NOT completed. i was heavily disappointed when I reached the end chapter expecting it to be completed, as the author listed, only for it not to be. all matters set aside though, this is a very well written fic, with an interesting plot, greatly recommend it)

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by Rantipo1e

Downfall

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by Enchanted367

Safe and Sound

Shattered

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🕺🏻

Tomarrymort:

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by MonsieurClavier

Heir Apparent

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by Naomi_Riddle

let’s cross over

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by Metalomagnetic

Either must die at the hand of the other

(this is supposed to be under harrymort but I can’t be arsed I’m sorry 😭)

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by belletrist

the loneliest creature in the world

apricate

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by Accipitae

Enoument

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by AislingSiobhan

Butterfly

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by wynnebat

To be one

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by maquira

dead before midnight

Sickly sweet obsession

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by ToAStranger

Draw me after you (let us run)

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by Mer_des_Miroirs

One and Only

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by belatrix

and all i could hear was your pulse

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by youknowmevj

1000 Potters Walk Into a Bar

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by Stargirltakingflight

Exuberance of Love

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by PrettyAdder

Souls that dream alone lie awake

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by TheDarkRat

The King is Dead (Long Live the King) [crack]

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by Maiathoustra

Animus Anima

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by TheLadyGia

Stuck in the Middle with You

enter at your own risk

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by liquoricepantomime

Exegesis

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by asterismal (asterisms)

Not when they’re told

his kiss still thrills

tempor • al | ary

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by SpitFire97

The Sense of Self

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by MagickGarlick

The Boy Who (Took His Place)

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by Kefalion

An Idle Mind is the Devils Playground

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by littleberd

Lily For A Lie

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by SolAnise

Trifecta

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by Stargirltakingflight

like a prayer, for which no words exist

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by blood_stained_fingers

The cost

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by sexyspectrum

Janus

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by duplicity

Antedate

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by GeMerope

In Willing Sacrifice

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by windseeker2305

The Black Bunny

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by athy

Again and again

Rebirth

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by Quillbreaker

Engorged

Elusion

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by authoresseithoutwords

The Left Words

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by Maeglin_Yedi

The Necromancer

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by snowy_owl01

47 Days to Change (a translation)

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by Magentasouth

That which we make for ourselves

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by crowthing

Sunspots

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by cordeliawrites

for love is always with you

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by an orphan_account

A Snake Named Voldemort

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by slex(slexenskee)

crawlersout

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by TheLastNero

The Emerald Connection

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by Kayliana

The Mirror of Eidrokcuf [crack]

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by Racfoam

not you, not now

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by avrian170

Łord Øf Âll

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by Acnara

A dead man’s tale

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by RenderedReversed

Until Death Do Us Part

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by JayGwen23

The False Hero

Imaginary Friend

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by InsanelyYours96

There is Nothing Sweeter

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by Elkiem

The Unforgivable (Avada Kedavra)

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by Kushimani

If Only the World Had Been a Bit More Different

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by Flipdarkchill

Nightfall

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by Surgical

Pawn

(this is a new fic, so it’s a work in progress…Harry is still a child so far and hasn’t yet properly met Tom, but the story is pretty well written actually, and I love the concept of it - can’t say much because I can’t ruin the story obviously 😅 - basically, it’s good, read it.)

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🕺🏻

The “I’m-Not-Sure-Where-it-Belongs”Category

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by purplewitch156

Of your making

When the Phoenix Cries

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by Racfoam

through thorns to you

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by Black Coat

Hermione Prime

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by Painted Veil

R.L.Peverell

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by SalemObsidian

Comprised

(I can’t find this fic bloody anywhere it’s like it’s completely disappeared, I can’t even find the authors account like did I hallucinate this fic??? I’m pretty sure it was a harrymort where voldemort and harry kept meeting up during battles because they were having a sort of tryst or something, and that Mr.Hot, Rich, and Blond was somehow roped into all this and made to be their unwilling lookout…or something like that...I just know this isn’t hallucinated I REMEMBER reading this fic, I DO)

(SEE?! THERE IT IS)

(this is a screenshot I had taken before btw)

Update: I have been kindly informed by @limonium-anemos that this fic is still up on Ao3, but, that it has been orphaned by the author (personally I think it’s a pity really, as it was such a good fic, but I do get that life gets in the way, and that sometimes, you can just lose passion for something, and I appreciate the author, and do wish them all the best in whatever they’re doing).

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by Anonymous

Us From The Future! [crack]

Red Eyes (it was just uploaded today (9th July) and is still being updated so idk, but so far it’s harrymort)

Update: can’t find “Red Eyes” on Ao3. went to look for it today - Saturday, 10th September - and it’s gone, no trace of it…not sure if I should remove it from the list or not, but for now I think I’ll leave it, just in case…it might still be there and I just haven’t looked well enough, or it might have moved to another site for all I know, so, yeah…

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by TheDarkLordChaos

if the cycle has no beginning, you’re the phoenix and i’m the flame

(well so far it’s tomarry, and it’s completed with 1 chapter, but the author has listed it in the tags as a Work in Progress and has also tagged it as a harrymort, so this might be under tomarrymort but I’m not sure)

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F I N.

(I might add more later though so maybe not) (edit: I did add more, and will continue adding to this mess of a list)

#tomarry #harrymort #tomarry fic recs #harrymort fic recs #fic recs #tom riddle #harry potter #lord voldemort #fanfiction #dammit #i couldn’t add any more links 😑 #you’ve probably read almost all these by now but hope I was able to help you find at least one or two new fics lol #migh edit later to add more fics to the list #edit: this is madness #i go on ao3 to confirm which fics on my list are tomarry/harrymort/tomarrymort and I end up falling into a rabbit hole of fics #like I can’t stop reading them #and every time I think I’m done adding to the list I end up reading another 3 or 4 #and I think #‘‘this is too good not to add to the list I must add this’’ #or #‘’skaelds has probably read 90% of these fics but what if they have not yet found this one?’’ #and then I add them #this probably counts as an addiction or something #(more an unhealthy coping mechanism actually but whatever) #anyways #tomarrymort fandom is so talented #seriously #lists

[kiwiaok]

yesterday during my nightly ao3 escapade I stumbled upon an ichiandreil fic and colour me fucking intrigued

#imagine my disappointment when I checked the number of works with this ship and it turned out to be only 13 #one of which is in language I don’t speak #and at least one of them is not the vibe I’m looking for #ichiandreil #?? #I’m not sure if that’s an official name #an official name probably doesn’t exist at 13 works lol #aftg #all for the game #andrew minyard #ichirou moriyama #neil josten #ao3

[television-overload]

I hope my coworker isn't ever on NCIS tumblr because I'm about to tell you I just mentioned NCIS in the break room and excitedly told her about the Tiva spinoff, and she said "ugh" and talked about how much she dislikes Ziva and how her character "made no sense" LOOOOL

#i changed the conversation topic as fast as possible haha #it seems she fundamentally misunderstands Ziva's purpose as a character and her character arc #or fails to see how it is inspiring #like she escaped her awful family and made something of herself other than a killer #that's the whole point #her argument was that it made no sense that the team would ever accept the sister of the guy who killed kate #like..... the fact that they did is why its an emotional moving piece of fiction #but ok lol #tiva #ziva david #at least i can rest easy knowing shes not one of the dozens of people reading my fic when i see her on ao3 in the break room 😂 #anyway I dearly hope she isn't on tumblr but she is hi! no hard feelings! lol

[teejaystumbles]

We are having snow and again the weather has inspired me to write a short dreamling thing. Enjoy :3

It starts innocently enough. Winter has come to London, in mostly rain and slush rapidly turning to mud. Real snow is a rarity these days. So when Hob wakes up to light from his window that he distinctly associates with daylight on snow, he is grinning before he has even sat up in bed. The snow is a measly thing, barely covering the ground, but Hob is elated nonetheless, especially because it is still snowing, and continues throughout the whole day. His colleagues and students are less enthusiastic, grumbling about the weather messing with transport and how it’s too early in the year to be this cold. Hob disagrees and joyfully goes about his day on campus. When he finally calls it a day in the late afternoon and steps out into the brisk air he inhales deeply, still smiling. It’s getting dark fast but Hob takes his time on his walk home, enjoying the clear cold air and the scrunch of thin iced over snow under his shoes. When he nears the New Inn he spots a tall dark shape loitering under the tree opposite. His smile blooms into a grin again and he gives a shy wave with one hand. The man under the tree slowly lifts his hand in a gesture of greeting.

This is now the fourth time Dream visits him. After the 130-year absence. He had introduced himself and explained himself to Hob, in very few words, but Hob had read between the lines. His friend had been imprisoned and had not missed their centennial meeting voluntarily. The thought that Dream now calls him friend, lets him call him friend, and now wants to meet more often still makes Hob wobbly in the knees if he thinks too long about it. They have now settled on monthly meetings, which is honestly more than Hob ever dared to hope.

Smiling he slowly heads towards the tree. Suddenly a bit of snow comes loose from a branch just over Dream – and drops onto his head. Hob can see the way Dream’s eyes widen as the cold snow slips down into his coat and down his neck. He looks like a disgruntled cat and Hob can’t help but crack up with laughter. He tries to stop when he sees Dream’s furious gaze but can barely suppress his chuckles.

“Sorry, it’s just… you should see your face.”

Stars flash in Dream’s eyes.

“You dare…” his tone is low, dangerous, and for a second Hob is distracted by worry. A second is all it takes for Dream to pull Hob a step closer and give the tree a hefty thump. When Hob sees the miniscule smirk play on his friend’s lips he is already being showered in cold white clumps of icy snow that miraculously miss Dream completely.

Hob yelps as Dream grabs his coat by the neck and draws it open so that the snow can more easily slide down his back. He sputters and struggles and grabs at the Endless.

“You tosser-!”

In his struggle against Dream’s grip Hob slips on the frozen grass, but before he can fall Dream has grabbed him with both hands and the next thing Hob knows is that he’s being pressed against the tree’s trunk. He’s staring straight into Dream’s face, the smile still playing on his lips and Hob feels himself blush fiercely.

“Ah...thanks…” he manages weakly, eyes darting between Dream’s lips, almost white from the cold and his dark, dark eyes full of stars.

“Hmm.” Dream only hums and makes no move backwards, still pressing Hob against the tree as if to keep him from sinking to the ground. Just as well, Hob thinks, because his knees are definitely weak right now.

“S-Sorry, for laughing at you.” Hob stammers and winces against the feeling of now melting snow running down his spine and reaching his buttocks. Dream is still watching him, not moving an inch. It’s starting to make Hob nervous. He desperately tries not to wonder about how it would feel to have these rosy lips press against his, if Dream would kiss him like the winter air, briskly cold and biting.

Dream tilts his head a tiny fraction, eyes sparkling. Hob hopes he cannot read minds. He’s so fucked otherwise.

“Want to...get out of the cold?” he asks tentatively, although he doesn’t want to break whatever this moment is.

“No.” Dream says simply and Hob frowns. Then his friend is leaning in and Hob can barely hear the next words for the thundering of his heart.

“I will warm you.”

The next thing he registers are Dream’s lips pressed against his. Oh, but he had it all wrong.

Hob always thought Dream would be cold. His whole aloof demeanor, the starchy, rigid posturing, the white skin, all of it had made Hob imagine Dream’s touch to feel cold and hard like ice or marble. He was wrong.

Dream is running hot. His lips are like a warm soft pillow pressed against Hob’s, his tongue, when it pushes inside his mouth, is like a hot poker. Hob moans helplessly and grabs onto Dream’s coat for support. His knees are definitely too weak now.

Dream kisses him like a drowning man and Hob tries to give back as good as he gets. When Hob finally draws back for breath, Dream chases his lips, brushes his mouth over his cheek and jaw. Hob laughs shakily, breathless. His toes and fingers are slowly going numb and he says:

“Not that I don’t appreciate your efforts to warm me, my friend, but…” he makes Dream meet his eyes with a gentle touch to his chin, “let’s still continue this inside, alright?”

Dream frowns.

“Was this… perhaps not…” he starts, and Hob can’t have that nervous look of anxiety on his face. Quickly he leans in and kisses Dream soundly, drawing a surprised moan from him.

“This...is perfect.” he gasps. “I said “continue”, love. Not stop. Now. Inside. Please.”

Dream smiles his little smile again and hums before pulling Hob off the tree and leading him towards the New Inn, Hob’s hand firmly grasped in his. Hob is grinning from ear to ear, cheeks flushed. His back is wet with sludge and he couldn’t care less. He loves winter. Best. Day. Ever.

#little feel-good fic for you and me #I'm on sick leave with shingles lol #so there's at least time to be creative #own writing #dreamling #the sandman fanfiction #may put on ao3 later

[theangelyouknew]

I love the fact that when I look in the notes of the ship bracket so many people are like “I love the angels but I gotta vote for spirk out of respect.”

Like that’s fucking beautiful. I feel like it means we could have had a chance at winning but honor and respect wins the day.

#ao3topshipsbracket #ao3 ship bracket #spirk #ineffable husbands #look I get that I exclude myself in having honor #I voted for the ineffables but I knew in the end my vote wouldn’t matter #if we’re gonna lose at least it’s to spirk lol

[importantdestinydefendor]

I have a random Firelight AU question for you, if you don't mind! Maybe it will be come up in future chapters so feel free not to spoil if you want to save it for then, but: what do the Parsians think when they see Azar's horse Zaal? I assume spots are common to this Maaren type of horse, but presumably not so often seen in Pars (it may be present in the genepool but none of the horses we've seen in the manga have that leopard spotting pattern).

Parsians are an equestrian people so I have no doubt they'd be checking out other people's mounts, especially a mysterious delegate from another nation. Actually, I'm getting sidetracked now but I also wonder what the general Parsian opinion about Maar is?

(I'm definitely curious to know what Daryun thinks about Zaal but I'm sure your fic will give us his thoughts on the matter at some point, lol. Let's hope Zaal and Shabrang get along well!)

Okay, I actually have not thought about this at all, so thank you for being my brain and asking this questions!

Zaal was, if I remember what I said about him correctly, mostly bred for heavy farming. And since he is in a rather mountany terrain, he has a lot more muscle and fat to keep him warm in the colder climate. His breed was already on the island when the Maarer came over from Mayram (that is also where their name came from and their "main-god"). And because the breed found in the mountains is very strong and resiliant, they were chosen for the heavier load of farming. They are usually not used for riding.

Theyr fur pattern came to be so that the horses were not as visable to preditors when heavy snowfall acurse or they had to hide in not dangerous snow drifts (at least for the horses mostly in the mountains, the ones in the more flat terrain obviously evolved a little differently). And Zaal is suppose to be completelly white - but I couldn't find pictures actual full white Noriker horses (that is the in reality breed i based Zaal on.)

The Maarer usually use more slim horses or those bred for speed and agillity for travelling and - most importantly - the militery. Some were already on the island in the grasslands (the area between the more "beachy" terrain and the mountains) others they brough with them from Maryam.

As for the Parsians, they don't really see the other types of breeds Maar has besides the ones the merchants and military uses - so similar to theirs. The only difference is that Maaren horses are generally more on the sturdier side due to the big differences in climate and terrain in their habitat.

Also, on what they think about Maar as a whole, the normal parsian citizen thinks of this really tiny kingdom that someday just popped up and is rising amonst the internatonal traders. Since it is still rather young as a kingdom, there is not much known about it. Only that they are very welcoming to everyone, allow every religion and belief and - how outlandish - have no actual slave system (this information is not as well known amongst the normal folk, more amongst nobelity and merchants.)

And their wine is very good as are their metals. Since those are their maingoods. That they also use magic is seen as just a rumor to explain how they are so good at defending themselfs and are so quick to arrive everywhere.

Now to Daryun. Since Vahriz has told him a little bit more about Maar due to his personal connection, he knows that Zaals breed is mostly used for agriculture and other heavy things. So he probably does a little double take when offically meeting Azar (I don't count Azars first introdaction as "their first meeting" since they don't actually talk or properly interact with each other). Maybe he will even ask her about it someday!

I have yet to think about such little scenes and Azars actual reason as to why she chose Zaal as her mount lol. Feel free to give me ideas! Chuck them at me!

I hope this answered your questions!

#arslan senki #the heroic legend of arslan #maaren au #firelight au #the kingdom of maar #daryun #okay this one got a little long #there are at least three different types of topics in there lol #thank you for the question though! #I also read your comment on ao3 (if that was you) and I will answere there shortly as well! #thanks for leaving one! #most of what I have written here is complitelly made up so don't take this as facts about Georgian horses! #(sorry for any typos btw) #also update to chapter 2: I only have to finnish the chapter art. I hope I can do that til tomorrow