#but man i'm just in such a mob au mood today

[athyathye]

Mutiny

Mikey/ Manjirou Sano one shot

Tags : Royalty! Au, one-shot, angst, 5k+ words

Trigger warnings ⚠️: mentions of war, death and others, random use of archaic words and ooc! Mikey, very fast paced, violence curse words, and more.

Royal!Reader, Noble/Anarchist!Mikey

Author's note : Thank you for 500+ followers!!! So glad to be able to reach this far! I'm truly thankful for each and every one of you! As a bonus I'll post a follow-up fic later. Probably at night time. But ince again thank youuuuu~!!! Please continue to support me! Also this is very fast paced because I didn't think you guys want an 11k fic again lol

Here's the follow up fic

It seems far-fetched to believe that we could just be dreaming.

Or are being deceived

by an all-powerful demon-like human

I rely on my senses at every step of the way.

But why is it that not once have I thought about how you might be my fathers’ and consequently, my enemy as well.

Might it be the way you blinded this fool as well as yourself?

Or tell me, Did you purposely become a fool like me? Ignoring the innumerable flags that showed you the possible- no, the inevitable end that waited for both of us?

It is hard to fathom the new way of thinking you brought to me, which is constantly put to the test of critical thinking. If we could not trust the world then the senses are our only window onto the success.

One thing is for sure though, It is not the job of the senses to teach us how the world works.

“It is beyond my control.” Mikey spoke to the ever benevolent king.

“I will take that as an insult to yourself and impudent behavior towards a king. Is that your final answer? Then, I will take it as you are threatening the crown.” Your father spoke as he sat on his throne in all his glory. Gold-studded rings on every finger in his hand covered his mouth.

“Take it as you please, whether you find my words discourteous, or if you consider them to be a start of a rebellion,” His voice was cut, clear and concise, so rough that it had people inside the hall to burst into gasps of disbelief and rage.

“It is no longer my problem.” He looked directly into the king’s eyes, evident in his eyes the hate and disdain he held towards them.

“You! You lit-” The king started, only to be cut off by the sound of a sword leaving it’s sheath. Followed by numerous metal clanking sounds.

“It is us today, but it will be you tomorrow.” Was his last vicious words as he swung his own sword through the endless number of weapons directed at him.

Leaving the courtroom with a final look, scoffing through the faces of power-loving nobles.

‘I wasted time, and now doth time wastes me.’ He shook his head as he hurried towards the place which was filled with his people, his companions.

He could still remember the last words of his fellow friend, That had died protecting those cowardly nobles from the angry mobs of their own citizens. Even if he didn’t want to.

“Kill a man, and you're labeled as a murderer. Kill millions of men, and you're a conqueror. Kill them all, Mikey and you'll become a King of your own kind.”

His words that were filled with contempt and spite, he was the first person to introduce Mikey to the corrupt ways that nobles had operated.

The first person to show him another world, another side of people, another family, Kazutora showed him his future in those moments.

Was that the start of his thoughts towards rebellion? Probably not, but did it further his will to abolish the ruling system? …

As he was on his way, walking through the seemingly endless woods and leaves of the forest he was venturing, he stumbled upon a maiden, so beatiful and so bright she had to be someone of a high status. But with the clothes she wore, she looked no more than that of a runaway slave.

Her hands and feet were dirty from the soil she had walked through, but still, she stood with a smile on her face as she watched the scenery around her with a jovial mood.

She looked happy and content, a world Mikey knew he shouldn’t hope for. He turned to leave, Hoping to not drag unnecessary situations with him, walking as quietly as ever. He probably walked at least a 5 minute distance when he felt something in his body to tell him to turn back.

He wasn’t sure what it was, but he was never one to ignore his intuition, not when it had saved him and his comrades numerous times in the past.

Running back towards where he saw the young maiden, there he saw her on the cold ground, nothing to prove she was conscious but the constant yet slow rise of her chest showed that she was still alive.

But who knew how long those short breaths would last. Mikey contemplated what to do. After all, if he brought home a random stranger who knows what she could be up to or was involved with.

Mikey looked around, hoping for a good samaritan to suddenly appear and take the issue from him, but alas none had come.

“What luck” He sighed, the little amount of goodness left in his heart had won him over.

He hovered above your unconscious body, kneeling down on one knee as he brushed your hair that had covered your face.

Your face had him enticed. You looked like you had not seen a strip of sunlight, not in a way to be described as pale, but in a way that had your original skin color lose it’s complexion.

But looking towards your body, he had noticed no scars, no blemishes, nothing. It was like you were hidden from the rest of the world, maybe that would explain why you looked so excited to look at a mere tree earlier.

He said nothing as the goodness in him overpowered and carried you bridal style, walking towards his original location.

“Mikey!!” a voice shouted, along with less than a dozen pairs of eyes looking at his figure.

They looked at him with apprehension.

“My lord- wha-” Mitsuya, one of their commanding officers had stuttered, as far as they knew their leader wasn’t one to just pick up a random stranger. He was calm, calculating but wild on the battlefield.

“I did not know what else I could do.” He spoke bluntly, your limp figure further slouching in his arms.

Draken walked over to him, taking a look towards the girl, at her disposition.

“I haven’t got the faintest idea of her identity, How certain are you that this woman isn’t from an enemy fleet?” He asked, reaching over to take him off your hands and to a much more comfortable place.

Mikey passed your body to him as he undressed the fairly hard uniform and untied the cape with the royal family’s emblem off of his shoulders.

“I, as well, haven’t got a single clue.” He spoke as he looked over to the rest of them that shared conflicting gazes.

“That lady had already fainted when I reached her, And I took her with me for a reason I have yet to discover” He said to the group in front of him.

They looked at each other for a few moments, deciding on whether or not the mysterious woman would stay in their area or leave her somewhere, preferably on a trusted villager...

“Though our actions may be considered as dastardly, I suppose” Chifuyu spoke in retaliation to Baji’s statement of leaving you in a remote place.

“To hell with that! We have masses of other activities we must conclude.” Baji shouted in frustration as he banged his fist on the table.

A few hours had passed, and they decided to focus on their own mission, one so important they could not let a single hindrance distract them.

That was when they heard the sound of stumbling.

Draken looked at the rest of the group who had become quiet and went on his way to see the hopefully conscious woman.

Meanwhile you looked at your surroundings, it was without a doubt an unfamiliar place, you sat up, looking around once more before it sunk in your mind.

You stumbled down from the bed as your heartbeat sped up. You held  your chest as you felt the familiar feeling of it twisting before you heard the approaching footsteps of a person.

You dashed toward the corner of the room as you curled up into a ball. You heard the familiar sound of a door open, you did not look up as you felt someone approach you.

“Hm?” They hummed obviously confused but not wanting to scare you any more.

You tensed up as you slowed your breathing, your senses going haywire at the unfamiliar situation.

“Lady, thou must keep calm, I will not bring you displeasure.” He spoke calmly in hopes of letting you know he meant no harm.

Then, only did you raise your head just a tiny bit, showcasing your teary eyed and pathetic figure.

“Our leader had brought you here of his own accord, please do not misunderstand” He raised both of his hands, to show you that he truly meant no harm.

But you were far from trusting him, as you should, “The excuse that thou made in this delay is not longer than the tale thou excuse” You spoke with a warning tone but your voice still trembled.

“Thou seemed to be not well, Had it not been for that reason, we wouldn't has't to beest in this predicament.” He replied to your suspicion.

You looked at him, anxiety evident in your features but you soon relaxed seeing the genuine look in the man’s eyes.

“I- I will trust thee then” you looked up at him which made him wonder just what could’ve been your life before this as you seemed to be lacking basic common sense, why would you trust him exactly.

He watched as your tense body began to relax, then sighed as he went to inform Mikey about your now serene state.

You thought back to what you had done in the past few days, remembering how you escaped from your palace with nothing but a maid assisting you, but that maid soon abandoned you in the middle of the woods with nothing more than the disguise she gave you.

It was getting hectic for you anyway, the constant eyes on you, the overbearing maids and knights that your father appointed, it was hard to even take a single breath.

People often think the acquisition that wealth brings power, inclines us to infer that the wealthier we are, the more powerful and better off we will be.

But experience taught you that the acquisition of wealth breeds resentment and insecurity, which causes us to change our assessment and tempers our acquisitive dispositions.

Just once, you wanted to see the world in a way you knew you could never explain, In a way you knew you could never forget.

Yes, it seems as though those runaway princess novels that were so incredibly naive also motivated you to do the same, except you chose only to do it for one night.

Bearing any consequences that may concur after that night.

Before the time your father could sell your life away, you had decided that just for maybe a night, you wanted to be at a place where no one could invalidate your freedom.

But now here you were, the people who were tasked to take care of you would be in a state of chaos right about now back at your place, you just had to smile at the thought.

That was the same time Mikey had entered, he looked at you, being bathed by the sunlight coming from the window with a sweet smile on your face.

Mikey had to admit, you were truly captivating, he had never seen someone as bright and innocent looking as this.

The way you could smile at your situation and the way you could still hold yourself well was all too interesting for Mikey.

He stared at you with calculating eyes, wondering just what you could smile about right now, His mind drifted to numerous conclusions, one idea more plausible than the other.

Then his eyes met yours, the smile wiped away from your face as you observed him.

“Kind sir, I thank you for your benevolence” You stood up, bowing to him, like the thousands of times you had done.

‘Suspicious’ He thought. But still, it was too early to make assumptions so he just took note of your behavior.

“Tis not matter” He spoke curtly as he held his hand out to you, “Pleasure to meet you, I am Mikey Sano”

You placed your hand in his as he kissed the back of it, though you were already used to that greeting it did not stop you from blushing from embarrassment as your hand had been dirty.

You didn't reply to his introduction, so he took matters on his own hands and tried to smooth out your concerns with a question.

“May I ask for the reason wherefore i hath found thee dwelling around somewhere thee hath seemed not to be familiar with” He carefully asked, observing your facial expression and behavior.

“Ah, well. You see-” Now the way you talked seemed more comfortable, not like those uptight nobles or overly respectful people he met along his path.

Though he was no idiot, he could see your twitching fingers, the way you looked upwards, avoiding to make eye contact.

And the fact that you had not spoken a single thing about yourself.

“If you are not yet comfortable telling me, I will not pry.” he placed his hand above his chest, changing the way he spoke.

“Please feel comfortable, we will allow you to leave whenever, but please allow us to nurse you back to health.” He spoke with no hesitance.

‘How kind’ You thought as you glanced at him with your bright and sparkling eyes. Truly touched by his words and their kindness as a whole.

"I do not wish to intrude...but I also have to repay your kindness." You spoke as you placed both of your hands on your knees

"Like I said, please think nothing of it, anybody would have done the same" He smiled at you…but it felt different.

You shook it off as you gave him a bright smile, one that differed from your usual smile. You could only hope it reached him as he turned his back from you and left.

Meanwhile Mikey was intrigued. What was it with you? He couldn't understand, you spoke so eloquently to Draken but quite informal to him, yes he heard your conversation before Draken had called him in.

But the fact that bothered him was that you had not old anything about you, who you were associated with, how old were you and why were you stumbling around in the woods.

You looked as if you had been taken care of your whole life like you were a precious jewel, but that jewel was hidden, never to be used, kept safe in a drawer that never saw sunlight.

He closed his eyes as he breathed through his mouth "Shinichiro tell me what I must do" he leaned his head against a wall.

He was conflicted about everything now, should he continue his plan? Or should he make sure none of his people get put in harm's way….after all, war is war.

It was a battlefield where everybody gets hurt, weak or strong, woman or child. Everybody does, and he's no hero who could save the day.

He was just a broken man, having had enough of those at the top abusing the people at the bottom.

In the few days you had stayed in their "home", you had managed to weasel your way to their graces.

Like other noble children, you had access to top-tier quality education, therefore what they thought you couldn’t understand...you could.

But you spoke nothing, letting them think whatever they came to.

"You look to be in a state of disarray, my lord" you spoke to Mikey as he entered the sparring area looking quite roughed up.

"I'm feeling quite agitated is all" was all he spoke before he grabbed a sword and started uncontrollably slashing at a wooden pell.

You flinched every time he took a swing, you could just feel the anger radiating off of every hit.

"M-my lord...the wooden dummy does not deserve your anger directed at it" you spoke with hesitance.

"It can take it." He replied curtly once more, raising up his sword to create more slashes to appease his obvious pent up aggression.

He continued his assault towards the beam as he heaved.

"Are you perhaps feeling stressed, my lord? I know a good way to help you… that is if you'd let me." You brushed your hair back as you looked towards him.

"Why do you call me with such a title? Surely you don't know who I am so why is there a need to call me so respectfully." He turned towards you, sweat on his face after practically abusing his practice dummy.

"I don't know who you are, surely that is enough reason to be respectful." You unconsciously crossed your arms in front of you, putting one hand above the other.

Mikey saw this, but decided to let it go for now.

"I, as well, don't know a thing about you, All I know...is that you seem to dream of freedom. I understand what that feels like." Recalling the way you had been so happy to see things back in the forest. It was all too easy for him to piece it out.

"Well we have a lot of time to figure each other out don't we Sir?" You grinned at him as you put both hands now behind you and tilted your head with a smile.

'A smile so carefree and genuine' Mikey couldn't remember the last time he smiled like that. Surely it was a long time ago, back when he wasn't swallowed by his own dark impulsivity.

He wondered if he could one day smile as purely as you once more, he hoped he could plaster that kind of smile on his friends, that would truly be a sight.

But alas, you were wrong. There was not much time at all.

The sound of swords clashing against each other, gunshots and the agonizing cries of each person on the battlefield was heard.

Mikey watched with squinted eyes to keep himself from tearing up as the chaos unfolded, how did this happen, how could he let it happen.

He watched as one of his people got struck in the chest, another falling on his knees as he vomited blood while crying out someone's name.

He didn't know, he should've known, As their leader he should've been more careful. But he wasn't.

That was his biggest mistake that led to his fall, years of planning and enduring gone to waste.

But how was it that he didn't feel any disdain towards you?

"Save the princess!!" "You evil b*stards!"

He could hear the knights shout, how pitiful. A single woman, a single mistake had managed to cost such destruction.

He looked towards the left, hearing his friends call out to him as well as the people whom he managed.

He wordlessly let them push him away, drag him to a carriage so they could escape, leaving the other people to fight those armored savages.

"It's not your fault Mikey" "You didn't know"

He let the words flow through one ear and out the other. He didn't need that kind of comfort right now. No, he couldn’t hear them right now.

He let his eyes wander outside of the hidden carriage to see the reason for the battle.

He watched as you were carried on a soldier's shoulder.

Why were you crying? Did you have the right even when he couldn’t? It was only at that moment he felt anger towards you.

But it diminished when he locked eyes with you. Mouthing 'I'm sorry's' at him, your hands interlocked as you brought it to your lips to help muffle your loud cries.

He could feel his heart break at the sight of grief, guilt and everything else in your eyes. You were always an open book.

But could he forgive you? How sure was he that you didn't plan this?

He looked away from you as he focused his vision in front. Dead and emotionless empty eyes looking as tired as ever. He let them close as he felt like he was about to blow up from the thinking he was doing.

For a woman he didn't feel any connections with, it was truly a wonder why he could still see you in a light, though was it a positive or negative light?

It was a mess, a mess he didn’t know if he could fix or contribute to the mess.

You never expected this to happen, you didn't mean for this to happen. But it has already been done and you can do no more than regret it.

Maybe it was your naiveness that got you into trouble or maybe it was longing, whichever came first.

You felt incredible guilt inside you, gnawing at your every action and plaguing your mind every second of the day.

You looked in front of you from the tower  you had been locked into, a probation of 3 months without contact with the rest of the outside world was your punishment.

The only way to reclaim your life now was by marriage, you still had to be chained to someone in order to last.

The few days you had been in here were used to make you rethink all of your recent decisions, you couldn’t do anything else but blame yourself.

"A fair fitting of a punishment for an idiotic princess" you thought as you teared up from the thought of being locked up once more.

You vowed to yourself that maybe one day, you could break free from the tyranny that was your father and the other nobles.

“I know I have but the body of a weak and feeble woman, the mind of a manipulative yet stupid child but I know for a fact I have the heart and courage of a true king…” 

Then the unexpected happened. You heard noises, far too loud to be some minor action.

You ran to the source, seeing as the only way for a person to enter was through the door which was locked with the empire’s best locksmiths that not even a person with a numerous amount of brute strength could open it.

That was why you ran towards the only window the tower was equipped with, seeing the person you least expected.

“M-my lord…” you gasped, watching as he hurled his trembling body over it. Then you ran towards him, grabbing a random flat object to fan him with.

“W-why...why are you here? D-do you wish to take revenge?” You hesitatingly asked, eyeing the sword sheathed on his waistline.

“Nonsense, I am not the type to hit people when they are weakest” Mikey said as he looked around. Wondering just where to start.

“T-then” Your trembling did not subside, in fact it got even worse when you saw him posture himself in a better position.

“ ‘There will always be a reason you meet people. Either you will change their lives or they will change yours.’ That was what my brother used to say to me when I was a boy no older than two digits.” He said as he glanced at you, “I’m curious as to what your reason was when you betrayed us. Did you plan it from the beginning?” He asked with no emotion on his face.

The atmosphere became tense as you watched him with wide eyes, you expected that coming, after all you caused the destruction of their place when they did nothing but provide you with care.

“I… I did not mean to cause such a situation, My lord” You started before getting interrupted by Mikey’s scoff.

“Do you expect me to believe that? Her royal highness?” He spoke his tone laced with malice and contempt.

“Surely, you were there as a spy, of course you were, The king was already on my trail the moment I announced my hatred for him.” He accused you as you looked at him with a teary expression.

“....why do you address me that way, My lord” You asked, not yet ready to answer him as you formulated your next words before you heard him speak.

"I now know who you are, surely that is enough reason to be respectful." He spitefully replied.

"And surely you know of me now as well, one of those few people with a noble title...but no territory" He spoke as he scoffed at his own self, feeling the taste of unfairness greet his tongue

"My lord, that is not the case at a-" you spoke before getting interrupted by him once more.

“....If only I could talk to myself the day I met you...so I can tell myself what I should have done...I had all and then some and now none.” He said as he raised his hand  towards his face.

“I never intended to be the cause of your downfall...I….I especially admired you because it seemed like you were the definition of free….that was all I wanted since the beginning.” You spoke, looking down on the ground as you clenched your dress.

“Funny, I believed that was you as well at first. That you had managed to successfully run away from your owners.” He recalled the first time he met you, wearing such a ragged dress, no one would believe him if he said he found the princess of a powerful empire like that except his friends who had seen you that way as well.

“ah….Was I blaming you too much?....You see, I was a mistake of nature, A wild beast...I have no excuses for what I have done.” He spoke as he bowed his head towards you.

“The way they lived, the way those at the bottom continue to get abused I hated it, And so I thought a rebellion could be the one to stop such treatment. I guess I was bound to fail with my ambitions tainted with vileness” He spoke his honest thoughts, the real reason behind his plans.

“My lord...the way you are acting right now….makes it seem like you have been in the wrong.” Tears streamed down your face as you fell to your knees in front of his kneeling dogeza form.

“I- I am the most selfish person I know. I tried to escape for one night, then it turned into days. My lord, why do you feel bad about being righteous? I abandoned my duties, I abandoned my people… who knows what I could have done in that one night…” He looked up to see your agonizing smiling figure, nowhere was the smile he had adored seen.

“My treachery does not end there...If I could...I’d do it all once more, because every second I spent outside, I treasured it, along with the interactions I had with your group...so please” You spoke desperately. Looking at him with a sincere gaze.

“Do not make the same mistake as I did, Do not be trapped in such a world, live for yourself. It is highly selfish but, to the commoners you are a hero, but you will be nothing more to them than their hero, they won’t care about you once you are no longer their hero.

….But to me...you are my salvation”

True to your words you really did consider him as your savior, he was the one to help you back then when you were abandoned by your own maid, the one who introduced you to their group, their world.

His way of living that you thought you could never do in your life as a powerless princess.

Your words showed a new perspective for Mikey, one that he couldn’t be sure if he wanted to commit to it, but maybe because he was caught up in the moment.

“.....We both had the wrong idea about each other’s circumstances in the beginning that it now seems humorous to me, princess.” He smiled at you, which made a breath get clogged up on your throat.

He then remembered the conversation he had with Draken prior to meeting you.

“Mikey!!! That woman is all to blame! No matter how much I try to look in different angles! It’s on her! SO WHY THE HELL ARE YOU TRYING TO LOOK FOR HER!”

“Because, I’ve done enough for now...everyone else is too busy killing each other. And my secret to survival is to never go to war with yourself.

“I thought you wanted to give people their freedom, what are you trying to do now Mikey…”

“Don’t you get it? Freedom is not chaos, but about the right to pursue our own goods or ends in life. To hell with those stuck up nobles...They can have their money...I just need more time to think about things as well.”

"Why....why are you trying so hard to reach someone we no longer consider as an ally"

"Why exactly would I need a reason not to."

“Ah...your highness, you really know how to make a man bend and break once inside your palms” He chuckled while you looked at him with confusion.

He then hurriedly stood up, and grabbed your hands “The people I interact with...those people are the ones in my heart. That is why I won’t leave you alone.”

“My Lord, you barely even know me…”

"Well we have a lot of time to figure each other out don't we princess?"

You stared at him, speechless. But he didn’t acknowledge it anymore as he forcefully grabbed you onto his back, making you circle both your arms around his shoulders.

“B-b-b-but-” “Hold tight!” “Kyaaaaa!”

He ran towards the window, only to jump off.

You closed your eyes as you felt the harsh winds envelop around your falling bodies, you held onto him the tightest you could.

That was when you both landed on a soft mattress hidden by the numerous bushes that his group had planted.

“MY LORD!!! YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND” You spoke with fright as you looked around. Only seeing the people he brought with smiles on their faces except for Draken who glared at you.

“I do. We’re kind of the same in a way.” He spoke as he tried to make you loosen your hold on him.

“NO!!! YOU DO NOT!!!YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND AT ALL!!” You screamed as you pushed him away.

He stood still for a moment, everyone getting silenced as they watched your frenzied state.

That was when everybody heard a shout “Your highness, the princess!!!”

All of those present glanced at each other with wide eyes, but not wider than their leader’s who didn’t think things through.

You reached your hands out towards them, your eyes filled with desperation “Go. You’ll get caught.” You spoke quietly, not bothering to move from your spot as your eyes watered, a new set of tears ready to fall.

“Hurry.” You glanced down as you sniffled “GO!!!” You screamed at them, to which Mikey glanced at you, his own eyes watering.

“N-” He couldn’t even finish his words as Draken grabbed his figure, throwing him over his shoulder as he and the rest of the group ran away, getting farther and farther away from you.

“DON’T JUST STAND THERE MIKEY!!!” Draken had shouted as he ran with them.

“STOP SCREWING AROUND!!! YOUR HIGHNESS!! COME WITH US!!” He screamed with desperation as well, he couldn’t lie...he had now formed something with you. But that something was still confusing for him. He didn’t know what it was and he surely had no clue.

He watched as you one knight surveyed your state and you hugged another one who had tried to chase them.

“YOU HAVEN’T EVEN TOLD ME YOUR NAME YET!!!” were the last words he screamed as he watched you prevent the knight from chasing them.

“Don’t go after them!!Please! LET THEM GO!!!” you sobbed, not even caring about your dignity as a royal anymore.

All the while others heard less and less of your cries as they managed to run away once more.

Mikey just stood limp in Draken’s hold, watching the grass underneath them get rustled and stomped on by his friend’s, reduced to a shell of who he once was just because of a fleeting encounter.

Call it whatever you want, but he had never felt heartbreak like this. It was the first time somebody had called him a saviour….not like the insults and mocking names the other nobles threw at him for being a lowly one. The first time somebody had made him feel special in a way that no other could.

But why was it that the world was against you two?

That was all  he thought about as he prepared another larger and more durable plan for a rebellion.

“My lord, good thing that woman is gone, I could not even bear her presence back then. Hopefully the royal outcast is now somewhere between life and death” One of those people who tried to suck up to him mocked you.

Mikey could feel himself growing mad but he stood silent.

“Just what do you think you’re declaring you wench-” Draken spoke up before getting stopped by Mikey’s hand raising.

The person who had insulted you continued to speak ill before Mikey had enough, he then stood up and left with his loyal aid following him.

“Mikey-”

“Let them be Draken. I’ll round up each and every one who insulted her once I become king.” He spoke with his eyes full of ambition.

He then glanced around, looking at the far horizon above them.

Maybe someday your voice won't ring and echo in my ears….

maybe someday your face won't appear through my head and suffocate me with the air I breathe….

maybe someday your name won't have to be tattooed on my heart and mind so I can never forget you,

and maybe someday I can be able to reach you with my own might...

Or maybe a day will come and you’d be nothing to me but a beautiful mistake…

I pray that day may never come, your highness.

For your knight in shining armor still awaits for you, for the day we can finally meet again...

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[alysae]

Alright, I'm finally in the mood and I know of no better place to go - can you give me some tomarry/harrymort fic recs? You seem like a person of good taste, so~

Ah thank you! you came to the right place! Honestly seeing you gradually fall into Harrymort/Tomarry hell was entertaining lol

Now, about the fanfics. Expect a lot of unfinished works tho

brainstorm1001′s fanfics are a classic:

The Cave Incident and its sequel, The Love Accident

Three years after the lost battle of Hogwarts Lord Voldemort attempts revenge. Regrettably, he has never learned from his mistakes and underestimates Harry’s incredible luck again. HPLV later. Warning: mix of drama, angst and comedy! 

Mirrored

What was going to happen to him was something terrifying; all his instincts were rebelling against his decision but Harry resisted. Now it was his turn to make a sacrifice and ensure their survival. Compliant with the DH up to the events in Malfoy Manor. HP/LV COMPLETE & EPILOGUE!

A Snake Named Voldemort by estalita11

COMPLETE After being turned into a snake and unable to change back, Lord Voldemort is forced to turn to the only other living Parselmouth, Harry Potter. After making a deal, Harry agrees to help the Dark Lord return to his human form. SLASH HP/LVTMR

ObsidianPen’s fanfics. just. yes. (please read hauntingly it’s MAGNIFICENT)

Mine and its sequel, Hauntingly

He opened his mouth to speak, but he was cut off by an icy statement that caused the hairs on his entire body to stand erect. “I know what you are, Harry Potter… Death will never touch you.” SLASH, HP/LV. Darkly disturbing and all sorts of twisted- a story of abduction, possession, and manic obsession. SEQUEL posted: Hauntingly

No Glory

There was no glory in this… The Dark Lord divines what Harry Potter is in the Forbidden Forest, and revelations lead to incomprehensible consequences. Lord Voldemort has won…and the dystopia is damning. A disquieting tale of a fallen hero, taboo desires, and a Dark Lord’s obsession with something he has lost and finds himself unwillingly lusting after: a soul

All of Athey’s fanfics. ALL. tho most are wips OR abandoned (my favourite is Rebirth tbh)

Death of Today by Epic Solemnity

COMPLETE LV/HP: Raised in a Muggle orphanage, Harry arrives at Hogwarts a bitter boy. Unusually intelligent, he’s recruited by the Unspeakables and the Death Eaters at a young age. As he grows older, he constantly has to struggle to keep his footing around a manipulative and bored Dark Lord, who fancies mind games and intellectual entertainment.

Dreams and Darkness Collide by Epic Solemnity

AUSLASH! Though he was raised without the expectation of saving the world, Harry still possesses a savior complex. Only, it’s so dark and twistedly immoral, he created an alter ego to practice vigilantism. His second identity makes a name for himself and immediately ensnares Minister Riddle’s complete and obsessive attention. A game of cat and mouse begins and morals are questioned

Xerosis by Batsutousai

Harry’s world ends at the hands of those he’d once fought to save. An adult-Harry goes back to his younger self fic. Semi-super!Harry, Voldemort/Harry, SLASH-for the idiots

Stand Against the Moon by Batsutousai

Cursed against his will, Harry made the best of his life until he found himself, again, wandering in Death’s realm. When Death offers him a second chance, a chance to right the wrongs he’d been blind to for too long, he can’t possibly refuse.

Moments in Time by Watermelonsmellinfellon (and their other fics!)

Tom Riddle thought he was dreaming the first time, but when he repeatedly visits the same boy, he realizes that bigger things are at work. He watches the boy in the cupboard grow from a small child and into a young man. His brotherly affections begin to wane. What will he do when the boy isn’t so little anymore? Could he even imagine? Those Avada eyes calling to him. A/N: SLASH!

Iridescent by BloodyWar2401

AU; No Magic. Tom Riddle: A mob boss. Draco Malfoy: A vengeful prick. Harry Potter: Stuck as a cleaning boy for Tom’s office as a way to make up for something Draco claimed he did. Bottom Line: Damn all rich people to hell.

third time’s a charm by lejf

Soulmate AU: soulmates’ thoughts are written on their match’s hands. HP/TR (HP/LV) A story that follows Harry through canon events as he searches for his mysterious writer who always seems to be in pain.

Wicked Serendipity by FrankieSpitfire

Harry Potter is done with the Order and the war, he just wants to stay neutral and possibly not die a horrible death. It’s hard to stay unaffected when the Dark Side starts to look awfully tempting. Starting a whole new crazy journey, the Boy Who Lived decides to take his chances with Voldemort and consequently drags his friends along for the ride.HP/LV, warnings inside.[ON HIATUS]

Butterfly Heart by The_Fictionist

AU - Silence of the Lambs/Hannibal inspired. After recent events in his life, Hermione refers Harry to the renowned psychiatrist, Doctor. T. Riddle. He is unlike anything Harry ever expected or imagined, and soon proves to be a great help against the very shadows and name that haunts his waking hours. If only it remained that simple.

Love’s Loathing by The_Fictionist

Lord Voldemort is head of Magical Britain. Harry Potter is a rebel leader in charge of the last scraps of resistance against his regime. Things would be difficult enough even if they hadn’t once been engaged.

Kisses Cursed by The_Fictionist (you know what, just read all their fics)

Fairytale AU. Loosely inspired by Beauty and the Beast.

Some said he was once a man, cursed, and some that he sold his soul to demons and became one in turn. Others said that such evil as he could never have been human. That he was instead a nightmare, left lingering upon the earth a very long time ago.Harry just knew it wasn’t safe to walk near the Riddle House after dark.

The Gardens of Riddle Manor by VanillaGhost

When Harry happens upon a rare and beautiful flower, his relatives soon become obsessed with the gardens of their mysterious and powerful next door neighbour. Until one day they send Harry over the wall…

(a Rapunzel/Beauty and the Beast fairytale inspired AU.)

Freefall by ladyoflilacs

A voice whispers to Harry in the still of the night, when he is on the verge of sleep and at his most vulnerable. A retelling of Deathly Hallows. Rated M for Harry/Voldemort slash.

Lithium by grayclouds

The smallest change in details can lead to vastly different outcomes. When Harry finds Tom Riddle’s diary in his second year, he befriends the entity that resides within. This simple act results in a ripple effect that tears the story as we know it apart, causing a descent into the madness that is the human psyche.

Horror Of Our Love by leontina

AU! In a world where Neville Longbottom was declared the Boy Who Lived, Harry Potter grew up in a happy, loving family, but all of that changed when he was twelve; the year he met Tom Riddle. TMR/HP slash. Dark!Harry.

And there are so, so many more I’m not mentioning but are definitely worth reading sO, I’m redirecting you to these recs:

@acnara‘s fic rec here!

@hellyeahtomarry‘s fic recs: part 1 ; part 2 ; part 3

this post (hasn’t been updated tho)

@thetomarrylibrary blog. (it’s an amazing blog, check it out!!)

@helly-watermelonsmellinfellon‘s fic rec here!

I hope you find your kind of fanfic! you definitely should go through AO3′s tag and search more if you read all of these lol

#i'M SORRY THIS IS SO LONG #I JUST #I HAVE A LOT OF FEELINGS FOR THIS SHIP OKAY #A /LOT/ #AND SO MANY FANFICS ARE NOT MENTIONED I CRY #but I hope you enjoy these!!! #and I still remember the first time you reblogged tomarry from me and said that you didnt ship it but that it was cute #and now you're here #and you'll find out that they are anything but cute #harrymort is pretty fucked up #a LOT of angst in here #good luck!! #angelofmysteries #tomarry