#Fanfic: A strange Heir

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So I have been honoured to work for @inu-spiration on a Midokirin story that touched upon a genre that I have yet to try- Femmine Horror, in which the horror elements are focused on femme/AFAB experiences like for example: how we women perceive our bodies in the male gaze or the role of motherhood. (This is perhaps one of the many many examples I could make up), because I have been watching a lot of Bluebeard's Bride Tabletop Role-playing Game, hence me trying this idea

I will attach the creator Whitney's demonstration of playing this game in order to get the context of how I rolled with it

And I tell you that I am super squeamish about horror in general- but working on this story for the past 3 months has proved challenging for me, as the topics I write are super heavy but I am so proud of what is to come!

Quick trigger warnings: This excerpt contains gaslighting and violence against women. Please heed it with caution!

“Well yes…”, Midoriko clutched the chipped porcelain plate like a precious pearl in her hands, gazing at her lovely face “I am wedded to the master….”, she quickly stood her ground with little knowledge of that spectre in mind. The lovely lady, dressed in the most transparent  nightgown smiled a little, giving a coquettish gaze to her. “Oh….oh my dear….” She decided to grasp Midoriko tightly to the point that she cannot breathe. “Your master is of a beastly one…”, that the chipped porcelain plate broke into many shards, with one of them nearly piercing her foot, and her hands slowly growing into long talons. Midoriko shivered at the sight of her claws clawing over her shoulders, blood nearly oozing from her embrace, and the other hand plucking out the flowers from her hair, trying to blind her.

“And henceforth, I shall implore you to be submissive to him….”

God.

God.

God.

God.

Midoriko, quickly taking on her warrior position grabbed that large shard of that porcelain plate, stabbing that spectre, staining her wedding dress with her blood, which only disappeared into ash, floating away to the sky, to hear a creaking sound to see the servant staring at her blankly.

“Madam, madam, madam….I heard a loud scream from the corridors”

The young girl quickly curtsey to her, carrying fluffy towels and a clean bathrobe, only swallowing her to see her face and dress caked in blood- and Midoriko heaved a sigh of relief. “I am….” Midoriko tried to repress the trembling in her voice. “I…would like a bath right now….please” 

[whump-thoughts]

Sorry for the middling amount of posts the reason is that darkest dungeon has completely taken over my hobbies. As a peace offering I shall babble about darkest dungeon whump. Abstractly.

You see the general problem with me coming up with whump stuff for these sad stray dogs is that their source material is already so nightmarish. The only thing my brain wants to come up with is some comfort for these little critters. Because the other hand there's shit way too extreme than I want to share in a public setting (mainly cus I don't want it to seem like just because it's nsft it gives a pass for people to say weird things directly in my posts).

But some general ideas that have been floating in my brain is The Heir as a sort of "carewhumper" figure. Who lets her heroes be broken even more than they already are and then puts them back together. Ad nauseum. And genuinely The Heir has real love for their heroes. They just. Show it in off putting ways (in my head canon it's mainly because he is mildly possessed by an eldritch horror). But also not to go back around pet whump. But this game does lend itself well to pet whump. I am looking at the abomination and not-as-odd-as-it sounds (I think), the flagellant.

For the abomination he leads himself more to traditional non-human pet/dehumanization whump tropes but with the flagellant it's far more symbolic/metaphorical. With himself as both the whumpee and whumper and having no caretaker (that is, in game compliant scenarios, for i have this fic/story idea where after a expedition gone horrible south he is confined in the sanitarium, mainly because of limb mutilation/removal (during the expedition I actually see the sanitarium as quite chill), during the story he has his world and mind just put into a meat grinder but I am a sucker for positive endings so I imagine him ending the story In a way better place than were he started.)

Anyway I am going to sleep now. Bye!

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Hey :) Hope you're doing well, I read some of your Aemond fanfics, and they were great. I was hoping you could write a Jacaerys x Alicent daughter fanfic. Something about an arranged marriage, you can take it anyway you wish, but could there be some angst in there. with the prompts 1. ‘’My blood is not noble enough for a prince.’’ and 14. ‘’I’m not used to this. Being a wife.’’

Thank you :)

Request: Alicent’s second daughter to marry Jacaerys to unite the houses

Thank you for the compliment on my Aemond fics <3 More will be coming soon. Also, I was not able to use the first prompt as it doesn’t work with the characters. Alicent’s daughter’s blood is more noble than Jacaerys since her father is king and his mother is princess. I hope you still enjoy what I wrote for you <3

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Twenty years ago, when Viserys made Rhaenyra his heir, the knights and houses who swore allegiance to him had no choice but to accept her as their future queen. She was the king’s only child. But now that the king had a male heir — and a spare —, there were possibilities that people would oppose her claim to the throne and demand Aegon to wear the crown. 

To prevent the situation from happening, the king and queen, along with Rhaenyra, made an accord that Rhaenyra would ascend the throne following the king’s death, but to unite the houses, the princess’s firstborn son — and heir — would marry Alicent’s second daughter and, one day, inherit the throne together. 

Like any political marriage, you nor Jacaerys had a choice or say. At least he wasn’t an older lord you had met once or twice. You knew Jacaerys — a little. He was kind, loyal and protective. He was a good man. 

Prior to that arrangement, your grandsire, Otto, had been talking to you about having a tourney to meet suitors, but your mother had been quick to oppose to the idea. She didn't want you to be the victim of his scheming like she had been at your age. 

You were drawing under the weirwood tree when Jacaerys stepped into the yard, having just arrived in King’s Landing. Its red leaves matched the color of your dress, making him smile. He liked you in red. 

‘’I was told by the servants that my wife was out here.’’ 

Immersed in your drawing, you didn’t hear the prince approaching. You only glanced up when you heard your new title, the sound of his voice almost making you drop your charcoal onto your dress. Your mother would have been furious.

A soft laugh left your lips. Moons have passed since the wedding, yet being called a wife still felt strange. ‘’I’m not used to this. Being a wife.’’

‘’Me either,’’ Jacaerys admitted. ‘’What are you drawing, Princess?’’ 

You reflected his smile as he approached. ‘’Just some birds.’’

Jacaerys walked up to the tree and sat beside you. He had a bit of dirt on his jacket from sparring with Ser Criston in the training yard. 

‘’How was your training session with Ser Criston?’’ you asked, raising a hand to run through the front of his hair, fixing an unruly curl that was on the wrong side. 

The older he got, the more he looked like Ser Harwin Strong. He had the same dark brown curls. But you would never dare saying that out loud. Although you meant it as a compliment, the mere insinuation of his illegitimacy was a vile insult to the crown — to the princess. 

‘’I disarmed him twice…and I ate some dirt.’’ The brunet grimaced, the earthy taste still lingering on his tongue. ‘’It was a blessing that no one was watching.’’  

‘’Mayhaps you need an opponent that is closest to your age?’’ you suggested, not finding it fair that he was sparring against a grown man who had years of practice as a knight. ‘’You could ask Aemond to train with you? He is training for the upcoming tourney, but I’m sure he would a accept to help you.’’

Jacaerys hummed, then leaned back against the weirwood tree, taking a moment of rest. He watched with quiet admiration as you continued your drawing, fascinated by the way you could, with a few strokes of charcoal, illustrate pretty much anything. Birds, flowers, dragons, or portraits of your family. 

Much like your twin brother, you favored solitude over socializing. When the betrothal was announced to you, you assumed that this tranquility would be disrupted, but it turned out that Jacaerys enjoyed it too. Partially. While he often thrived on the excitement and duty that came with his heir title, he found it relieving that he could find peace and comfort in your silent company. 

‘’I’m going back to Dragonstone in the morrow,’’ the prince announced, breaking the serenity of the quiet.

‘’How long for?’’

Jacaerys shifted, fearing the conversation that was to come. ‘’No. I’m going back to Dragonstone…permanently.’’

You stopped drawing, a sudden knot forming in your stomach. ‘’And what of me?’’ 

‘’You can join. Or not. That is up to you.’’ 

‘’And what of us? What of our marriage, Jace?’’ you asked, turning your head toward him. 

When you got wed in the tradition of Old Valyria, you pledged to one another that you were one flesh, one heart, one soul, now and forever. Jacaerys returning to Dragonstone would break your duties to your House. 

‘’Dragonstone is easy to travel from and back on dragonback.’’ You began picking at your fingers, and Jacaerys noticed, taking your hand in his to stop you. ‘’I tried, but King’s Landing is not my home. I don’t belong here.’’

‘’I can’t leave my family.’’ 

‘’I left mine for you.’’ 

You pulled your hand from his hold and narrowed your eyes at him. Jacaerys moving to King’s Landing after the wedding ceremony was your father’s idea, not yours. How dared he blame you for a decision you didn't make?

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Once Upon a Time - A Sukuna x Reader Fanfic Part 3 (Final)

Retold fairytales featuring the JJK men! This is Sleeping Beauty featuring Sukuna! After your parents are killed, leaving you as the young queen, you hire the mysterious and violent Sukuna to be your Captain of the Guard to protect you from an evil fairy’s curse. You’re in love with him, but he just keeps refusing you! 

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Read Gojo x Cinderella Here!

Smut. 18+. Fem Reader. AU. Reader as Sleeping Beauty, Sukuna as her Captain of the Guard. Oral sex. Rough sex. Creampie. 

Any feedback is adored! Dividers by @animatedglittergraphics-n-more and @benkeibear.

Sitting on your throne, Sukuna standing guard at your side, you listen as your advisers try to convince you not to go looking for the old fairy. 

“Surely she’ll give up now!” one of them says. “The curse didn’t work!”

Sukuna gives him a withering stare. “We don’t know that the curse is over. We don’t know what will happen if she’s pricked by a needle again.”

You nod. “If I just fall asleep again, that’s no problem, since we know how to fix it.”

Sukuna grins. “I’m ready to perform my duty at anytime.”

The other advisers look away from him awkwardly. 

“The problem is,” you continue, “when the good fairy altered the curse, we don’t know if that was a one time deal, of it it applies to every time I touch a needle. I can’t risk finding out.”

The lady adviser looks at Sukuna. “And you believe the old fairy will try to kill her in more conventional ways now?”

“She will. And I’ll protect the queen, but it would be much simpler for all of us if I just go kill the old bitch.”

The lady adviser nods. “I see. The two of you have my support. We will look after the kingdom in your absence.”

The other two advisers seem to bristle at that statement. “This is a terrible idea!” one of them shouts, looking directly at you. “You have no heir! If you’re killed on this fool’s errand, the kingdom will be thrown into chaos!”

“I won’t be killed,” you say firmly. “Sukuna will be with me. I’m confident that he will keep me alive.”

The third adviser throws his hands up as if in dismay. “You don’t even know where to look! The woods are vast and sprawling! How will you find the old fairy?”

Sukuna speaks up again. “I know someone who can help with that. They’re a bit of a fairy themself.” 

That piques your interest. Sukuna has never revealed anything about his life before he met you, so even hearing about an acquaintance of his is new territory. “Let’s go see this person you know,” you tell him. 

No one else objects as the two of you prepare to leave. You wear a simpler dress, something easy to move in and won’t have your tailor in tears when you return with it dirty and ripped. You pack a bag with dried foods, water, and some basic supplies, and then the two of you head out. 

The walk through the town is arduous. So many of the people have somehow already heard about your brief time asleep and are happy to see you up and about. You don’t know how news traveled so fast, but you’re happy you can put the people at ease. 

Once you reach the edge of the woods, Sukuna steps in, seemingly with no thought or care for the dangers. All your life, you’ve been told to stay away from the woods, that great beasts live there, as well as old magic and wicked fairies and all manner of horrible things. So to see someone simply walk on in without worry surprises you.  

He turns to look at you. “Getting cold feet, princess?”

You shake your head. “Not at all. I just thought you might escort me like a proper gentleman,” you say, stepping in after him. 

“So you want me to hold your hand?”

“No! I’m perfectly fine walking on my own!”

He gives you an irritated look. “Are you really acting shy about holding hands after I’ve already fucked you?”

You feel your face heating up. “Must you speak so crudely?”

“You like when I speak crudely,” he says. 

You stare at him, at his strange tattoos. “You are an odd man. Where do you even come from?”

He’s walking a few steps in front of you now, leading you deeper into the forest. “You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.”

For the next hour, the two of you don’t talk much, only occasional questions, until Sukuna suddenly stops and holds one hand up. “We’re in their territory. They’ll be along as soon as they sense me.”

You notice the air seems much colder here, in this part of the woods. There are even a few icicles hanging from some of the upper branches of trees! 

The two of you only walk a few more minutes before a person seems to appear out of nowhere, standing a few feet ahead. From here, you can’t tell if they’re a man or a woman, but they’re clearly beautiful. They’re wearing strange robes, of material you can’t identify, and their hair is a shiny silver color that glints in the patches of sunlight breaking through the trees. 

They look at you with a bored expression before turning their gaze to Sukuna. Then they immediately rush forward and drop into a bow before him. 

“Lord Sukuna! I welcome you to my home. What can I do to serve you?”

You look at the newcomer in shock, then turn to Sukuna. “Lord?”

He waves his hand dismissively. “A remnant of a different life.” Then he looks down at the bowing figure. “Uraume, you know these woods well. Do you know where the one called the ‘old fairy’ lives?”

Uraume looks up before slowly standing. “I have an idea of where she resides, though I’m not certain. I can go and confirm if you like.”

Sukuna regards Uraume with a complicated expression, and lowers his voice slightly. “The magic you have here, is it enough to deal with the old fairy if she attacks you?”

Uraume blinks, seeming surprised. “I appreciate your concern, my lord. But I won’t engage with her. She uses old magic, the kind baked into the origins of this world. I will only confirm her presence and return here.”

Sukuna nods. “Be careful. Don’t leave me alone here.”

Uraume’s cold eyes slide over to you. “If I may say, my lord, it looks like you aren’t alone.”

Sukuna glances at you as well, a look of irritation on his face. “I’ve softened too much. Killing the old fairy should improve my mood.”

Uraume gives another quick bow, and then they leave. You approach Sukuna, feeling like he’s suddenly a different person. You feel like you need to talk, to start a conversation, anything to call him back to you. 

“How do you know Uraume?” you ask. 

“They’re a former servant of mine,” he answers, not looking you in the face. Even his tone of voice seems different. 

“Servant? Are you… some kind of royalty? From another kingdom?”

He laughs. “I’ve been called a king, but I’m not royalty.”

You frown. “What does that mean?”

He looks at you finally, and his gaze is so cold, it’s frightening. What happened to him? “You’re asking too many questions. My patience is growing thin.”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” you say, your voice weaker than you intended. “I didn’t mean to pry. I just thought… we were growing closer…”

His harsh gaze softens slightly. “Don’t apologize. Seeing Uraume again has reminded me of who I once was. And I slipped back into my old mannerisms.”

“You talk as if you’re a different person entirely now,” you say, stepping closer. 

He gives you that familiar grin, and you feel your unease begin to fade. “I am, princess.”

Uraume returns a few minutes later, much faster than you expected. They look as if they never even left, totally calm, not a single hair out of place. It doesn’t appear that they were in any danger. 

They bow before Sukuna again, and you realize this makes you uncomfortable. As a ruler yourself, you’ve never demanded anyone bow to you, at least not like this. A slight inclination of the head as you pass has always been perfectly acceptable, or nothing at all. What kind of king was Sukuna if his subjects felt the need to bow so deeply and so quickly? 

“I’ve found her, my lord.”

“Good. Lead the way,” Sukuna replies, and Uraume rises smoothly to their feet. 

As you and Sukuna follow them deeper into the woods, your curiosity gets the better of you again. “They don’t mind coming with us? We’ll be putting them in danger.”

Sukuna scoffs. “Uraume has never minded danger for my sake. And by some cruel joke of fate, they’re much more powerful than me right now.”

The way he says it, as if that wasn’t always the case, only makes you more curious. Uraume is clearly a fairy of the woods. Even you can sense the magic coming from them. How could a mere human man ever be more powerful than that? But you keep the question to yourself for now. The distance in Sukuna’s eyes earlier still worries you. 

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Sukuna walks a few steps ahead to fall in pace with Uraume. The former servant glances at him, and it’s obvious they feel a measure of discomfort not walking behind him. 

“The old fairy,” Sukuna says, “How strong is she?”

Uraume pulls a low branch back, keeping it from scraping Sukuna. “I’ve heard she is physically weak, but her magical power easily dwarfs my own. She’s cunning, and has many tricks to rely on.”

Sukuna feels a rush of excitement. He hasn’t fought a powerful opponent in so very long. He’s smiling as he says, “So she could easily kill me.”

Uraume apparently realizes what he’s thinking. “She should be quite stimulating, my lord.”

Suddenly Sukuna remembers the woman walking a few steps behind, fragile and delicate, the old fairy’s main target. He should feel concern, perhaps even fear for her safety. But the thrill of the coming battle has overrided all other feelings. 

“Uraume, I need you to vow something for me.”

They look at him curiously. “Of course, Lord Sukuna. Whatever you wish.”

He glances back at the queen. “Protect her. From everything. No matter who or what you have to fight, let no harm come to her.”

Uraume looks over their shoulder at the woman. “I vow it, my lord. It seems she has become important to you.”

Sukuna shrugs. “She makes the time pass faster.”

Uraume says nothing more, and soon they pass into a section of the woods much darker than the rest. It’s definitely still daytime, the sun is certainly still up, but here in these woods it’s dark as night. The trees grow taller, closer together, like silent guards. Their branches are gnarled, their foliage mostly absent except for patches of brown. No flowers bloom here, and the air crackles with ancient magic. 

Sukuna sticks close to the queen, who is doing her best to show no fear, while Uraume leads them on, seeming cool and calm as always. Up ahead, he spots a castle. Unlike the queen’s well-kept (if relatively modest) castle, this one is dilapidated. Dark, twisting vines cover the place like a veil, and a strange creeping fog floats around their legs. It’s a place designed to strike fear into the hearts of men. But Sukuna only feels anticipation. 

The vines part as they reach the castle, as if they’re sentient. The heavy wooden door opens, and a figure clad in black robes emerges from the shadows. From back here, it’s hard to make out the details of her face, but Sukuna can feel it: this is the old fairy.  

All the fairies were given simple titles. The good fairy, the ice fairy (the name given to Uraume), the wood fairy, etc. And Sukuna assumed the old fairy was simply, well, old. He did not expect her to be positively ancient, probably older than this world itself. She looks like any elderly lady, but he can feel the old and powerful magic radiating from her. 

She looks at him, her eyes focusing on him instead of the queen. 

“Why are you here, interloper?” she asks, her voice a crackle of dark energy. 

Sukuna raises an eyebrow at that. “You know who I am?”

She laughs humorlessly. “Anyone with true power knows who you are, Fallen One. Tell me, what has it been like, cursed to live a thousand lives as a weak and powerless human?”

Sukuna grins at her. “It’s not been so bad. Power comes in many forms. I’ve made due with what I can grasp.”

The old fairy finally looks at the queen behind him. “You were foolish enough to bring her to me? Or are you hoping for some sort of trade?”

“I came to take your fucking head, you decrepit old bitch!”

Sukuna doesn’t miss the flicker of fear that passes over the old fairy’s face. It’s amusing that he can inspire such fear even in this weakened state. 

He lunges forward, drawing his sword. The vines move to ensnare him, slithering about like snakes, trying to wrap around his limbs. His combat instincts resurface like muscle memory, his body dodging before his slow human brain can even process the attacks. 

As he cuts through the vines and closes in on the fairy, a great burst of green light erupts from the ground, aimed straight for him. He avoids the light, not sure what sort of attack it is but knowing better than to let it hit him. 

He glances back, sees that Uraume is beside the queen and has formed a shield of ice around the two of them, then refocuses on the fairy. 

Dodging those bursts of light, he rushes forward at incredible speed, aiming his sword forward. He realizes he’s smiling, enjoying the thrill of battle as the vines and green light blasts try to impede him. The old fairy makes a motion with her hands, trying to conjure something to defend herself with, but she’s too slow for Sukuna’s incredible speed. 

The blade pierces her body, running straight through her chest like a hot knife through butter. She looks up at him, and the lack of terror on her face tells him this is not over. It was way too easy.  

A giant burst of the green light bursts from her body, and he jumps back in time to avoid it, pulling his sword out of her in the process. He watches as the old fairy’s shape contorts, shifting, growing. It’s bathed in the green light, creating a shield he can’t touch. 

Within minutes, the human-shaped old fairy has transformed into a massive black dragon, its wings sprawled out behind it as it roars at the sky. The green light glows from its open mouth, and it begins walking toward Sukuna. 

Any man would be struck by terror, would flee for his life before such darkness and raw power. But Sukuna is not just any man. His heart is pounding, his adrenaline flaring within this weak human body, his soul remembering battles from many lifetimes ago. Ah yes, the person he used to be would have crushed this pitiful dragon within seconds.

The dragon rises up, its long neck extending skyward, as its mouth opens wider and a beam of green light shoots out. Sukuna moves to dodge, wondering if he could tank a direct hit, when a wall of ice appears before him. The ice shatters, but absorbs the bulk of the attack. Sukuna looks back at Uraume. In another life, he would have scolded them for interfering, but he’s different now. He’s a human fighting a supernaturally powerful ancient being. He wonders idly if the people who fought him so long ago felt the way he does now. 

If so, they owe him some gratitude. Because he hasn’t felt this kind of exhilaration since-

His thoughts are interrupted by another beam of green light, this one obvious enough for him to dodge before the dragon even opens its mouth. He’s beginning to read its moves, to predict what it will do. For all the old fairy’s power, she clearly hasn’t seen much actual combat. She probably scares off most threats before having to launch a single attack. Compared to Sukuna’s battle sense, she’s practically a newborn babe when it comes to fighting. 

And that is her undoing. She can’t follow or anticipate Sukuna’s movements, and so he gets above and behind her by dodging, weaving, and jumping off the wall of the castle beside her. He swings his sword down, chopping off the dragon’s head with one brutal swipe. 

Green light explodes from the dragon’s neck, and engulfs Sukuna as he stands nearby. It doesn’t hurt, but instead seems to be entering his body. It’s the old fairy’s power! It’s transferring to him! 

He stands completely still, letting the power flow into his body, filling him. It feels so good! So… familiar! 

He laughs loudly as his body glows. Uraume and the queen step closer. 

“Look, Uraume!” he calls, his voice sounding thunderous. “Real power! After all these lifetimes of weakness, to feel power like this flowing through me again… I’ve become myself!”

Uraume bows low. “I am pleased to see it, my lord!”

Sukuna’s gaze slides over to the other person in the woods with them - the queen of a tiny, insignificant kingdom. He’d almost forgotten she’s here. She’s not bowing, which irritates him. And she’s staring at him as his newfound power swirls around, warm and energized air whipping her hair and dress around her. In her eyes is not fear, but sadness. Ridiculous. She should fear him like all the other pitiful humans in this world. After all, their new king has arrived. 

“Insolent woman,” he says, directing a thin beam of the green light in her direction. He’d intended to shoot it very close to her as a warning, but a sudden wall of ice appears, blocking it. 

Sukuna looks sharply at Uraume. “You would get in my way?”

Uraume looks troubled, a rare expression on their usually cold face. “I am fulfilling my vow, Lord Sukuna. You made me swear no harm would come to her.”

Sukuna scoffs. “That was when I was weak. Human. I’m back to my old self now. I release you from your vow.”

Uraume is still bowing low to the ground. “My lord… you know you will always have my loyalty above all else, but you seemed quite desperate for her to be protected.”

Sukuna looks back at the woman, realizing she’s moved closer. She’s pressing against the force of his power to approach him. What could possess her to be so foolish? He decides to make it easy for her, by moving to her himself. His motion is so fast, it must seem to her like he teleported directly in front of her. 

Her eyes are wet with tears. “What’s happened to you?” she asks, her voice fragile. She reaches up one hand as if to touch his face. The nerve of this weak creature! 

He knocks her hand away from him and gives her the sort of glare that had monsters and men alike begging for their lives. “I’ve returned to my former self, to who I was meant to be. Your lack of fear and respect annoys me.”

She shakes her head, and the tears around her eyes glitter like stars. “I don’t fear you. I fear losing you.”

He narrows his red eyes. “I am not yours to lose.” 

She looks so hurt as she reaches up again. “Sukuna, please, I need you!”

He grabs her wrist, such a frail little thing. He could snap it with a touch, reduce her to a wailing lump of flesh at his feet. But he suddenly remembers the night before, the way he held her in his arms, the taste of her skin, the way she felt beneath him, the way she clenched his cock. 

Such things should mean nothing to him. He’s had thousands of women across his many lifetimes. But he releases her wrist and says, “Bow, and I might keep you as a concubine.”

Her eyes widen. Is that heartbreak within their depths? He almost grins. He can play with her as much as he likes later, after he establishes who the true ruler is.  

The hand he just released moves up again, but this time, her open palm strikes his face. The slap was so weak and unexpected, he didn’t sense its approach. For him, it was nothing. But the audacity! The insult! He looks at her, ready to rip her limb from limb, but he freezes when he sees her face. 

She’s wearing that haughty, defiant look that he enjoyed so much, crossing her arms as she says, “No, you bow!”

The whole thing is so shocking, he doesn’t know whether to laugh or slaughter her instantly. 

“You called me your queen!” she says. “You said you would protect me! You said I’m yours! If that’s true, then you’re mine as well. I won’t give you up so easily, even to your former self!”

He stares at her, at the fierce determination in her eyes, and he’s caught between the desire to break her for good or to pull her into his arms. His past self warring with the man he’s become over these long lifetimes. 

“Foolish woman. You have no idea who I am. Even the most powerful creatures trembled before me!”

“I don’t care,” she says. “That person you were, that king or ‘fallen one’ or whatever you called yourself… he can fuck off!”

Sukuna looks at her, at this weak little human who has somehow, against all odds, managed to bend him to her will. He remembers what he told the old fairy. “Power comes in many forms.” He hadn’t realized in that moment that the most powerful thing in all the worlds is something he’d long ago dismissed as worthless. 

He clenches his fist, feeling the power course through him for a final time, committing the sensation to memory. Then, he releases it. It flows out of his body like a waterfall, pouring into the world around him. And just like that, he’s human again. Weak. Normal. 

His queen watches the power dissipate, then wraps her arms around his neck. 

“I hope you know what I gave up for you,” he says. 

She leans in closer, kissing him as she says, “I’ll make it up to you tonight.”

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You untie the laces of your nightdress, letting the silky sheer fabric fall from your shoulders and pool on the floor, revealing that you wore nothing underneath it. Sukuna’s eyes rake over your form from his place on the bed, sitting on the edge of it, already undressed, thighs open invitingly. 

As you step over to him, you look over his tattoos. “So they just appear on your body? In every new life?”

He follows your gaze to the black lines across his body. “They usually appear when I hit puberty. That’s when my memories of past lives come back as well. They’re probably supposed to be part of the curse, but I like them.”

“I like them too,” you say, tracing over one of them with your fingertip. 

“You always do,” he says with a strange smile. 

What does that mean? You decide to leave the question for now. There are others you want to ask. 

“So,” you say as he pulls you into his lap, “you were evil in your original lifetime?”

He grins as one of his hands slides around your body to squeeze your breast. “I’ve been evil in every lifetime, princess.”

You don’t mind him still calling you that, especially in intimate moments like this. You smile, planting quick kisses along his jaw and neck. “Really? What kinds of things did you do?”

“I killed a lot of people. More people than you can imagine.”

“Did they deserve it?”

His grin fades slightly. “Some did. Most didn’t.”

“Why did you kill them then?” 

“Because I could,” he says simply, looking you in the eyes. “Does that bother you?”

You think for a moment. “No, because you’re not that person anymore. And if he ever tries to take over again, I’ll chase him away.”

He watches you slip out of his lap and down to your knees in front of him. You maintain eye contact while reaching one hand up to grasp the huge cock standing at attention between his legs. You slide your hand up and down, just getting a feel for the sheer size of it. You lean forward and kiss the tip, sweetly, like it’s a cuddly pet, then lick the clear fluid that smeared over your lips. 

Looking up at him, you’re not surprised that he’s impossible to fluster in moments like this. Having memories of all his past lives means he probably remembers having his dick sucked thousands of times. But there is another way to get a reaction out of him. 

“I do hope you’ll dress appropriately for the royal wedding,” you say, just before taking almost his entire cock into your mouth, letting it slide down your throat. 

“Wedding?! Ah… fuck!” he groans, tossing his head back as you gag and sputter around his length. You’ve never done this before and you didn’t realize how hard it is to keep breathing while practically swallowing a massive cock. 

You pull away, stroking the shaft that’s now coated in your spit with one hand. “You’ll be king consort,” you say, then you extend your tongue and run it along the underside of his dick, from base to tip, one hand still stroking him while the other gently squeezes his balls. 

He looks down at you, his usual smug expression cracking just a little. “I don’t remember agreeing to marry you, princess.”

Your tongue is swirling around his tip. “Oh? I’m sure my advisers would prefer I marry a royal from a neighboring kingdom.”

Suddenly his hand is in your hair, pressing your head forward, effectively shoving his cock back into your mouth. You look up at him as he pushes into your throat again, choking you. “There,” he says in that achingly smooth voice of his, “you’re much cuter with that bratty mouth of yours full of my cock.”

You make a whimpering sound as you struggle to suck air in through your nose, and after a few seconds he releases you. While you pull back and catch your breath, he gives you an almost pouty look. “As if I’d let another man touch what’s mine.”

Grinning up at him as your hand goes back to work, you lick your messy lips and say, “Royal wedding it is, then.”

He sighs in defeat as you wrap your lips around him again. “I suppose I’ll do you the favor of marrying you,” he says as you move your head back and forth, letting his cock pump in and out of your warm mouth. “Be grateful. I’ve never married anyone in any of my previous lifetimes.”

This surprises you, and makes you feel heated to know you’ll be his first wife. His hand is in your hair again, gentle this time, just enough force to let you know he’s in control. And when he’s ready, he pulls you back so that only his tip remains in your mouth, and then shoots his load into it, coating the entire inside.  

The amount of it takes you by surprise, and you have to start swallowing quickly to avoid spilling any. Pity, you would have liked to savor it. 

He doesn’t offer his hand to help you to your feet. You’ll have to work on teaching him to be a gentleman. Instead he’s moving aside to give you room on the bed. When you climb on, he pushes you onto your back and positions himself between your sprawled legs. He reaches down with one hand and rubs over your slit with his thumb, checking your wetness, then drags your lower half into his lap. 

“Ready for me to turn this proud queen into a blubbering mess again?” he asks, his cock rubbing against your folds. 

You frown. “I did not blubber! I was practically uncon-“

His cock slides in, this time going all the way to the hilt on the first thrust, making you gasp as your eyes roll back and your body jerks. 

He nestles himself against your cervix, then pulls almost all the way out before slamming back in, making you cry out pathetically. “What were you saying, princess?”

You open your mouth to speak, but no words come out. Only stilted moans and garbled cries. He’s so big, and he’s going so deep, your mind is going blank just like before. 

“I like you best like this,” he says with a laugh, pounding into you ruthlessly. “So fucked out you can’t even think straight.”

His hands are on your hips, gripping tightly, moving your body as he pleases. “You like it right… here…!” he grunts, hitting a spot that makes your eyes go wide and your fists grip the sheets beneath you. Your mouth falls open, a strangled yell escaping you. Oh god, this is even better than last time! 

One of his hands moves over, his thumb finding your clit and rubbing firm circles into it, making your whole body tremble and tears fill your eyes. Is this going to be a regular thing now? Him making you completely fall apart on his cock? 

“There she is,” he says, watching you quiver and cry. “There’s my pretty princess. Not so haughty now, are you?”

The pleasure is so strong, so intense, you genuinely worry that you’ll lose your mind to it. But you look up at Sukuna, and you realize he’ll always bring you back. So you let go, let the pleasure take you, and cry out loudly as your climax wracks your body. 

“Good girl,” he says, pulling your upper half up from the bed and into his arms, holding you tightly as he fills your womb. 

As you come down from your high, locked in Sukuna’s strong arms, his cock still buried inside you, you realize that both of you had defeated your curses today. And maybe, you’ve both placed new curses on each other, that you’ll never be complete without each other, never experience such blinding pleasure, such love, if you’re ever torn apart. 

You wrap your exhausted arms around him, knowing you’ll never let him go, and he’ll never give you up. 

[aphrmoosun]

Helaegon; An heir [One-shot]

Show.

House of the Dragon

Pair.

Aegon & Helaena

Tags.

Targaryen incest, smut, aegon suffers, helaena on top, dreams, making heir, helaena discovers her body power, more specific her mouth on aegon body, improving their conversation skills, writer is not English native speaker, etc.

Sipnosis.

Aegon and Helaena have just lost their first son, the heir and after days of trying to breathe or eat to continue their lives, Helaena starts having those dreams again now seeing a new baby body in her arms. But how could they have another son if they haven't spoken for days.

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An heir [One-shot]

She had dreamed it. Not once, not twice, not three times. Every time she closed her eyes to rest, she had seen it. Every dream, more realistic, clearer than the last. But when it felt real was when she lived it in reality.

Those assassins had infiltrated the castle, into her room, and no one had stopped them.

It had happened to her before. At first, a strange sensation would appear in her hands. She would become clumsier, and her mind wouldn't pay attention to reality. She would have dreams about people or objects she had never seen. And her dreams would become more realistic and clear when she couldn't do anything to stop the event.

Her brother Aemond had lost an eye, and she knew it, she had felt it for days, but even she herself didn't understand sometimes what her mind was showing her or making her say.

Helaena could have done more. It was no longer just a dream. Now she had to live with it. Her little one had been murdered in front of her, and she couldn't do anything.

No mother should be in that position, pointing to her child like that. But her own body, for survival and because her daughter was also lying next to him, moved instinctively.

Now she had to live with it. She didn't eat, didn't sleep, and didn't think. She continued her life as a mother, as a woman, and as a queen on autopilot. But her mind kept working on its own.

She was going to go crazy.

Again, she was becoming clumsy, and she had started dreaming. Her dreams were short, since the queen didn't sleep at night, the queen would fall asleep for half an hour or an hour a day while sewing or staring at her food.

A child's cry took her out of her thoughts, out of her memories. Helaena looked around the room, she was alone. The girl was with her grandmother. And Jaehaerys was no longer with her.

But that moment of lucidity gave her time to understand what she was doing. She was sewing a small monkey, baby-sized, with green and black colors.

She didn't understand how she had gotten there until one of the servants told her.

In front of her, she saw a small bed, smaller than the twins' bed, which was behind her. It looked like a cradle.

"You told us to bring it."

Had she said that? Helaena didn't remember that conversation, but she had that feeling of being controlled by her own mind again.

The sound of a baby, the cradle, and her recent dreams told the queen that soon there would be an heir. But it couldn't be that soon.

She was lost in her own world, unable to bear her own.

And the king, her husband, wasn't much different.

Aegon wasn't like Helaena. He had screamed, cried, and searched for their son's assassins all over King's Landing, managing to avenge one of them, called Blood.

So it was impossible, a second child... The king and queen weren't thinking about it now.

She also found the king waiting for her in her own room, sitting on her bed, when she was determined to go to bed to dream about her son again. This time, the second one.

Or so Helaena thought. Because since her last dream, it was all she could think about. In it, she had seen a baby in her arms with white hair and closed eyes, so she couldn't see their color.

"Sit down."

"Aegon, what's going on?"

This time was the first time she had heard his voice addressing her, and in a way, it relieved her to know that he had come to find her when he was ready to talk about it.

Helaena didn't want to make him wait. For days, Aegon had only communicated with her through glances and gestures, almost nonexistent, but some remembered.

"There are duties as king that I must fulfill, and as my wife, my queen, you must fulfill them too."

"We're no longer children, nor are we newlyweds. At one point, we knew how to make an heir... but they took him from us."

"Aegon, I-I don't know what..."

Aegon didn't smell of alcohol, but he looked like he hadn't slept much. Maybe that was why this was the longest conversation they had had in a while. The king's eyes were red, and his hands were badly bruised from probably beating their son's assassin to death.

"I think you should rest."

Helaena managed to say a complete sentence without being interrupted.

"No, I don't want to sleep. We must make another heir, if not I'll have to name Aemond as my heir."

As much as the king spoke, he didn't move. It was rare, since whenever he had wanted to consummate their marriage in a more physical way, he had always taken the first step and never talked that much.

"Is something worrying you?"

He didn't respond immediately, Aegon had found a more interesting lint on the floor than her or her words, and only looked at the floor.

"Nothing will make us forget. He was... our child." -The queen placed her hand on the king's trembling hand that was on his knee.- "This time we can do it as you want."

"I don't want to do it." -She heard him whisper.- "If we make another heir, it won't replace Jaehaerys, it will only be at the level of the crown, but nothing will take away the fact that they murdered our first child."

The king was known for his roughness in bed, the queen knew about his mistresses not only within the fortress but also in King's Landing. She was grateful that her mother had convinced Aegon to be more traditional and simple with her, but that had happened in a distancing from Aegon, who was her husband and father of her children.

Knowing the king's unusual tastes in the most intimate matters, the queen offered a way in which they could forget what they were living through, even if only for a few minutes.

"No, you better..."

Helaena stopped him before he could refuse. She didn't interrupt him with words, but with actions. The queen lifted her skirt, kneeling in front of the king.

"Tell me what to do, Aegon."

She directed her hand towards the king's pants, which ended up inside them, searching for the king's virile member.

With her gaze, she tried to seek some reaction from him. She had never seen Aegon so still when they were about to copulate, but with her words and actions, she had left him planted, not knowing what to do. That feeling of power awakened in her chest, making the queen dare to take her next moves.

"No."

Aegon pushed her hand away, standing up from the bed. Helaena found herself on her knees, looking up at Aegon in a lower position.

"Not your hand, no."

Aegon grabbed her head, making her look up, not at him, but at his member, which was still covered by his pants. He lowered his pants, leaving it free, his member still a bit unhappy.

The queen looked away, not understanding if he didn't want her to touch him with her hand, what did the king want.

"Open your mouth!"

"Then, with what..."

Helaena felt the hardness of her husband enter her mouth, wondering how they could make babies like that.

By instinct, the queen opened her mouth, still confused. But that seemed to ignite the king, whose member had happily risen at seeing her immediate obedience.

"You're going to feel me until your throat!" -That ended up scaring her.- "I warn you so you don't vomit on my cock."

She finally understood that it was all about the king's pleasure.

It sounded more difficult than it really was. The tip of the king's penis touched her throat, but then came out and went back in. He was taking her, but instead of taking her through her most intimate parts, he was taking her through her mouth.

"Helaena."

The king's hips began to move along with her head, surprising her. His rapid and increasingly hard movements told her that he was going to finish soon.

She heard him whisper her name, making her close her legs tightly. She had never felt so wet down there. Not until now. It was Aegon who was taking her, but she felt like she was in control, he was holding her hair, but she was moving her tongue and mouth, sucking and licking what made the king sigh and moan. The control was hers for the first time in their bedroom, and that gave her pleasure.

"Ah, I'm going to..."

A hot liquid ended up pouring down the queen's throat, making her eyes water from the intrusion. At least, he had warned her.

"Aegon."

When he pulled out his member, Helaena sighed the king's name, seeing him sit on the bed with trembling legs.

"Come."

The king called her, pointing to his lap, and the queen sat on top of him, placing both legs on either side of him.

"Ride me, Helaena. Imagine I'm your dragon, tame me."

The queen unsheathed her claws, feeling the power she had gained with just her mouth, and directed her entrance towards the king's already hard member, penetrating herself with a moan.

Aegon grabbed her hips, making her bounce on top of him.

In other occasions, she had felt the intrusion of the member with some pain. This time, the wetness of her hole had facilitated the penetration.

"Faster... like that."

Helaena pushed him back, making his back touch the bed. He let himself fall back without complaining.

"Please, I'm almost there..."

The king's pleas provoked an electric shock in her lower belly, making her reach climax, and with her, Aegon came inside her.

From exhaustion, Helaena lay down next to him, trying to recover her strength to get up. But when she turned to look at Aegon, she saw him sleeping, and decided to rest beside him.

Her hand went down to her belly, wondering if that night they had created that small being she saw in her dreams and visions. Her third child, who would come to save the crown but also to save their parents from going crazy.

It had been six years since their first time, but that night had been the night of getting to know each other physically and mentally. If the queen had known before the power she could have over the king, she would have spent many more nights like that, making heirs or resting beside each other. They wouldn't have been so alone.

...END!

[sleeplessdreamer123]

Fanfic Idea! (ABO Lucemond, where Lucerys shares the same fate as Aemma)

Lucerys has always been compared to his late grandmother Aemma. Besides his hair, he looked just like her, from the shape of his eyes to the way he smiles, it was like Aemma was back, reborn as the son she could never have.

When he was younger, he didn't know how to feel with this comparison. He has never met her, grandmother Aemma was introduced to him through his mother's stories and his grandfather's mournful eyes, a woman loved by all, they told him, and a woman taken by the gods too soon.

Now that he was older, he felt a strange companionship with grandmother Aemma, despite not having met her at all, for they share more in common than features. It was the fact they could not give birth to boys.

The war ended with both green and black leaders dead and Lucerys and Aemond forced to marry to create a new start. It wasn't easy, however they both swore that as long as the other is alive, they would stay faithful to each other. And their marriage became bearable. Until the problem became evident.

Lucerys' first children were twin girls, one looking entirely like himself, and the other looking entirely like Aemond. He nicknamed them his "heart" and his "soul", naming them Aemma and Rhaenyra, despite what others say. He loved both with everything he had. There were disgruntled people, disappointed that the first of their line were women, but not worried, it at least showed that Lucerys can give birth.

His next was another daughter, a pure Targaryen beauty with brown eyes, and he named her Alyssane, to appease his husband by giving her a Targaryen name close to Aemond's mother. She was nicknamed his "sweet girl". By then whispers began, though others say they were still young and can still create a boy.

When Daenys, his "darling", the fourth girl with blond curly hair and purple eyes came to be, the greens' mutters turned into a roar, demanding that Aemond marry a second wife, because this one wasn't giving them the male heir they needed. Lucerys was stressed with their words, and though Aemond have not shown any dislike when it came to his children (quite the contrary, he showed great love to them), it didn't change the fact that the greens blame Lucerys for not being able to produce a son, already asking for Aemond to find another wife.

Lucerys' only comfort was knowing that Aemond wouldn't hurt the children, for despite their fights and their loveless marriage, both know that they would rather die than harm their children. It didn't change the fact that there were people already asking for Lucerys' removal and for someone else to take his place, and he knows just how much a second woman can change the lives of his own girls.

So he tried, desperately tried. He prayed to the Fourteen Flames, then to the Seven (much to his disgust, but he was desperate). He asked others what they did to have a boy and took their advice. He stopped eating sweets (which broke his heart), he drank medicine and even followed smallfolk remedies. He was pregnant again, and he prayed it was a boy.

And it was, but he died during labor. It was a horrific thing. He was breathing, crying, then he was silent. Sudden deaths of babes weren't uncommon, but it didn't hurt any less. When he was physically capable, he tried again. Aemond was uncomfortable with this, seeing as it had only been months since the death of their son, but Lucerys begged Aemond, and soon he was with child once more. Unfortunately, someone has tried to poison him during his pregnancy, resulting in a miscarriage as well as making it harder for him to give birth.

It was a painful thing to hear while he was weak, only able to let his tears fall slowly as Aemond held his hand, a surprisingly kind gesture from the usually calm and cold man.

When the greens heard it, their words were spread. The omega is useless. Find a new wife and give them the male heir they needed.

Lucerys' girls visited every day during his "sickness", cheering him up for a few hours, before leaving, despite wishing to sleep on his bed like they used to. He eventually got better, and Aemond and his daughters became his little shadows, following him everywhere.

After a year or so, it was surprising to hear that he has gotten pregnant again. They were so careful, checking his food and drink, his clothes. They doubled up the guards, his daughters would act like little patrolmen, entering the room and looking around for anything strange that might hurt their muña before saying that the room was clear, letting him in gently. He didn't like it, but allowed himself to be treated like a fragile thing, afraid of losing another one. Then he was in labor for a whole day and night, and the Maester gave Aemond a choice, Lucerys or the babe.

Lucerys was delirious, but he heard the Maester, and turned to Aemond. Who would he choose? A possibility of his heir, or Lucerys, the mother of children?

His mind went to overdrive. His girls, would they harm them? If he was gone, they have no one else but Aemond, what if the new wife they call for would harm them? They were still too young. He remembered what happened to his mother, how she explained her life living under the new queen's thumb, being abused by the greens and being looked down on by them all. Would his girls have to endure all that if he was gone? Would they need to fight their half-siblings? Would they even be allowed to live if the new wife would give birth to a boy?

Aemond looked at him, his face full of fright and fear and pain and a mix of other emotions he wasn't sure what he looked like, before he held his hand rightly, kissing his wrist, and turned to the Maester. "We have enough children."

Aemond chose him. He didn't know how to feel about that, when he came to. But his husband chose him over a chance of their child being a boy. This made him unconsciously relax. He would choose him over an heir. That was the truth he needed to hear.

He rested, the child gone from his belly, and the Maester told him that he will no longer be able to have any more children. It didn't feel as painful as it would have been before.

He hoped Aemond would continue to believe that they have enough.

Then he heard rumors, of a certain Baratheon chit who tried entering Aemond's chambers wearing a green gown similar to Alicent's old gowns, to comfort him for the death of another son, only to be coldly rejected and thrown out. It made him smile, the weight on his shoulder slowly disappearing, leaving him the most relaxed he's ever been in a while.

Aemond began to sleep next to Lucerys every night. Lucerys has no complaints. Soon, their children came to sleep with them too. Again, no complaint was given. He knows they would need to deal with a lot of problems after he heals, but for now it was just him, his husband, and their daughters together, enjoying each other's warmth.

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Part 1.5

[lemonane]

Fist Time.

The scene of falling off a cliff wasn't actually strange at all. The feeling was similar to that day I was saved by that boy. I was going to fall into the water, a waterfall with lots of rocks. And of course the problem wouldn't be the lack of oxygen underwater, but rather if I hit my head on a rock. It wasn't like I was afraid of death, it was just that I didn't want to die without first meeting that boy again. As I fell, I just cried looking up at the sky, "Am I going to die like this?! No... please...! I can't die yet!!!" I thought as I fell and waved my arms. Then there was a time when I closed my eyes and finally gave up resisting. — Hannae!!! — A familiar voice echoed in my head while I was still falling and when I opened my eyes I ended up seeing for a few seconds the figure of the same boy who saved me when I was 5 years old, but he was different, he didn't look like that boy, when I looked closely it was actually my sensei, Satoru Gojo.

At that exact moment I remember the boy's face and then I grab the older boy's hand, and while still in the air he hugs me tightly and falls with me into the water. He also made sure to put his hand on my head so that I wouldn't get hurt when I fell into the water. And since my heart was already sure, I continued to hug him tighter and bury my face completely in his chest. Then minutes after falling into the water, we finally came back to the surface, leaving the cold water and kneeling on the river's edge.

Satoru holds my face completely worried as he looks me straight in the eyes asking if I'm okay, — Hey, Hannae look at me, is everything okay?! — But it was obvious, even feeling the cold and the pain from the previous battle in my body, I couldn't help but smile and hug him with happiness.

— It's you! You were by my side this whole time... I finally found you...! — Satoru didn't really understand what exactly I was talking about, because at the time he was worried about my well-being. Then, when he was about to say something, he noticed my body starting to tremble and my facial expression becoming a little more dejected than normal, my lips were even turning purple, and I could only whisper with difficulty "Sensei... it's cold...", unfortunately for us, it also started to rain and he soon picked me up in his arms, desperately looking for a cabin to shelter us. Even though he could use his powers to teleport to another location, he still had to worry about the battle that was still going on. So for now, he preferred to stay away from the battle and take care of me, which seemed more important to him at the moment.

So when I finally opened my eyes, I was faced with Satoru's bare chest, and I could hear the crackling of the embers of a fire in a fireplace. When the older man realized that I had finally woken up, he hugged me tighter, I couldn't see the expression he was making because he was so tall that I could only see his neck, so still a little quiet I remained silent and let him speak first.

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If you want to know the rest, the fanfic will be available on Wattpad. (I'll be posting the official chapter soon) ✨💖

[pascaloverx]

DANGEROUS

CHAPTER ONE

Summary: You are a retired spy trying to live a normal life. Some time ago, a hired assassin named Tangerine tried to kill you. In response, you sought the help of an old acquaintance who could fake any death, August Walker. However, now your false identity is in jeopardy, along with your life.

Warnings: For now, the fanfic will not contain explicit content, but it will be flagged if it does in the future. However, there will be the use of strong language and moderate violence. Readers are advised. The characters August Walker and Tangerine do not belong to me but to their respective creators. Some other characters that belong to both Mission: Impossible (2018) and Bullet Train (2022) may appear in this fanfic. Other characters who are not part of these movies will be of my own creation. I hope you enjoy the reading.

AO3 link chapter two

A dark night, too dark for your liking. You're the kind of person who prefers light to darkness, but life has taught you to adapt to your surroundings. Trained since adolescence, you became a great spy. Perhaps too great. One day, someone tried to kill you, and they almost succeeded. To this day, all you know about the hired assassin who nearly ended your life is his nickname. That's because he told you to thank the kindness of the tangerine or any other citrus fruit when you were in a hospital bed fighting for your life. In the end, he helped you. In order to disappear from the radar, you turned to a highly dangerous man named August Walker.

"Neighbor, you should come inside. It's too late for a young lady, even if you're a widow like yourself. Your husband surely wouldn't leave you alone, especially at this hour of the night." Mrs. Johnson speaks from the balcony of her house, which is a few houses before mine.

"In fact, my late husband didn't have much say in where I should go, regardless of the time, but thank you, Mrs. Johnson. I have a commitment with an old college friend, and I have to hurry to catch the last train." you say, trying to be falsely polite and quickening your pace; after all, you're really running late. Walker sent a message after two years of no contact. To be honest, you thought he was dead. But when a bouquet of red roses appeared on your fake late husband's grave, you knew. Walker needs you.

The cold night wind rustles the hem of your dress, which is neither too short nor too long. Fortunately, you decided to wear a coat that shields you from the excessive chill. The bouquet of roses marks the location of the meeting with Walker. In the city center, there is a flower shop named W. Flowers. Few know, but August is the heir to this florist. The new owner usually keeps the flower shop open until late at night, claiming it's for the sake of last-minute lovers. You hurriedly board the train, having purchased a ticket for the last available seat. Strangely, the seats next to and in front of you are empty. A chill runs down your spine. Something feels off-kilter. When you stand up, you see Walker entering the train with a dark overcoat that complements his expensive suit. He doesn't look directly at you; in fact, it's as if he's scanning every corner of the train before allowing his gaze to meet yours. Something is amiss. You act as if he is a stranger for much of the journey. He occupies the seat in front of you, indicating that he wants to observe you without interacting. A young woman with a child in her lap takes the seat next to August.

The train is about to depart, and no one has taken the seat beside you. You allow yourself to think that perhaps the passenger gave up the journey, or Walker intentionally bought this ticket, knowing that only the seat across from him would be left for you. You glance at him, and he seems uneasy. As always, his gaze says little. During the times you trained to become skilled spies, he was always praised for having a difficult-to-read or interpret face. You decide to gently nudge his leg with your foot, while the mother of the child tries to calm her restless son. He seems to understand that you need a signal, something to comprehend the situation you both find yourselves in. So, he drags his shoe to the exposed part of your leg and quickly forms a 'T' with the tip of his shoe. You swiftly grasp what's happening.

"Excuse me, is this seat taken?" A completely recognizable voice addresses you, and then he sits beside you. The man, as attractive as he may be, will always be remembered as the one who tried to kill you, now sitting next to you on the train. He is wearing a blue suit, adjusting his blazer while smiling at the child who has now stopped throwing a tantrum and has finally calmed down in the mother's lap.

You look at Walker, as if to say, "Fuck you." He handed me over to the citrus fruit. You get up quickly trying to escape. But Tangerine's hand holds your hand. His hand is firm holding yours, almost making it seem like we're old lovers or something.

"Honey, you should sit down, the train is going to leave soon. You might lose your balance." Your eyes are penetrated through Tangerine's blue eyes. A somewhat greenish blue.

"Thank you for your kindness, but I really need to go to the bathroom." You say, smiling slightly and then heading to the bathroom as quickly as possible. Your breathing is so uneven, your chest feels like it's going to explode. You only come to your senses when someone knocks on the bathroom door.

"Sorry, the bathroom is occupied." That's all you can say before having the bathroom stall invaded by Walker. As soon as you see it's him, your first instinct is to hit his chest. With all the strength possible. But he holds your hands and then pulls your body against his.

"I know you're angry and I accept all your anger. But right now, Y/L/N, we're screwed. We're in that psychopath's hands." He speaks almost with a beating, while still holding your hands.

"We're screwed, my ass. You screwed yourself and for a change you gave me away so you wouldn't be screwed alone." You know Walker too well to know he would do anything to survive. You think about opening the bathroom stall door but he holds your body against the door and finally lets go of your hands. You look into Walker's eyes before doing the only thing that comes to your mind. You pull Walker's face towards you and kiss him. A kiss that slowly intensifies, as you explore every part of his body with your hands. Carefully you notice that he has a gun on the back of his waist. You hold tight to his neck, bringing your legs up to Walker's waist. He understood that he should hold your ass and basically hold you on his lap. You lightly touch Walker's penis, which seems to be getting erect. Anything to distract him while you try to get the gun out of his waistband.

"I know what you're doing..." He says without breaking the kiss too much, which is perfect. You finally reach for the gun and then you bite down hard on Walker's lip. He moans loudly in pain and and moves away from you. Before he can react, you shoot into the air and turn to run out of the train, imagining all the passengers running out of the train as soon as they heard it the shot.

"See you outside." You talk running out of the train with the crowd. Leaving Walker behind. But then you feel someone grab your waist as soon as you get off the train.

"I'm glad you let Walker go, now it's just you and me." Tangerine says, smiling slightly as he guides you and you feel like you won't escape easily this time.

[codenamesazanka]

HAPPY BDAYYY if spinner was in the fantasy au, what would he be?

I actually make a poll once asking just this question. Here is the result:

Personally, I had picked Bar Maiden. But the people have spoken. So I would combine the two together and say he was a sad, poor Bar Maiden who dreamed of adventure and so one day he just up and left to go become a Knight. Which is basically what happened in canon!

(Ohhh i actually have this Spinaraki Fantasy AU fanfic in my drafts. Have a snippet:

working title: ten moments with the tenth prince of the kingdom of darkness

1.

The sword— its blade gleaming in the moonlight; the hilt smoothly curved, made of a dark wood inlaid with silver; top half of the grip strangely wrapped with a strip of red silk— the sword was beautiful. 

Shuuichi focused on that beauty, tried putting all his attention on admiration, because then he could ignore the puddle of blood he was kneeling in. It was still warm, stewing with chunks of flesh not yet dissolved, belonging to someone who moments earlier tried to kill him. 

His life was still in danger, and the sword might be the thing that would ultimately kill him, but at least it was the magnificent sword of a prince.

“There’s nothing I can offer you,” Shuuichi said. He wasn’t anything, he was a nobody. A drudge, a window cleaner barely allowed to step foot into the palace. A beastman that wasn’t ferocious or strong or deft, just a lizard with a nearly useless bloodline ability. “Nothing I can give or do.” 

In the brief quiet that followed, Shuuichi realized too late that he forgot to use honorifics. The Prince, however, didn’t seem to notice or care. 

“Answer the question,” the Prince said. “I wasn’t asking if you had anything to offer. I’m asking if you want to serve me.” He tapped the tip of the sword on the ground, the sharp sound sending a shiver throughout Shuuichi’s being. “As a vassal.” Another tap. “A retainer.” Another tap. “My retainer.” 

It was more than presumptuous for Shuuichi to even think about who he’d choose to serve under, but in all honesty, to any other royal heir, he would’ve sworn his loyalty immediately. The Sixth Prince was the Necromancer General, working closely with the Grand Chancellor, in charge of the Demon Lord’s First Legion, the battalions of the undead. The Ninth Prince, who could control the skies, was currently conquering the southern islands. If Shuuichi could’ve, he would chosen to serve the legendary Fourth Prince, unmatched with his blade, dying standing up when taking on an Eastern army but not before he decimated half of it.

All the Princes and Princesses—they were said to have the extraordinary potential to become the next Demon Lord. Each was already slowly shaping the world, twisting reality at will, ready to wrestle fate into their liking. 

The Tenth Prince, however… People say that Tenth Prince Tomura was the favored one out of all of the Demon Lord’s heirs, the only one to be granted the royal name, to receive the services of the Great Steward and Keeper of Gates. Rumor was, Prince Tomura was actually the Demon Lord’s blood and flesh son… and that was the only reason he was one of the Princes of the realm. The title was for show; his name and status given to prevent him from throwing a tantrum. Prince Tomura had the touch of death and destruction, which was powerful indeed, but he lacked anything else that makes one princely. Childish and lazy and undignified, he might not be completely sane. Shuuichi could confirm. He has seen the Tenth Prince scratch his neck bloody; seen that the Prince kept and talked to severed hands; seen the Prince’s quarters, which was not much cleaner than a landfill. 

Did Shuuichi want to pledge his life away to this man? Follow Prince Tomura as he goes aimlessly towards an inevitable dead-end? He wanted Shuuichi, and that seemed reason enough to not accept. 

But you have absolutely nothing to lose, his heart whispered. Why not do something, anything with your waste of a life? 

Shuuichi said yes.

The Prince grinned. He held out the sword. “Kiss the blade, then, and swear it.” A tradition of fealty, deference to power, acknowledgement of the Prince’s hold on his life, love for his new master, unafraid of the dangers up ahead and willing to die for the Prince. Shuuichi knew the words, having heard stories, seen people try to copy it. Now, somehow, it was his turn.

Shuuichi kissed the blade, and could feel the silver of metal edge against his scales, a soft scraping feeling that made him shiver, and made his oath.

"My life, my powers, my heart and body - all that I am is yours."

2. 

“My prince!” Jin exclaimed, his salute to the Prince turning into a flourish of the arm, nearly hitting Shuuichi in the face. “Doesn’t Shuuichi look good? It doesn’t suit him at all!” 

The Prince lounges on a sofa, in his hand a glass of wine, the very picture of decadence. “What’s with the vest?” He pointed. “The blue dots?” 

“Mix-up at the tailors!” Jin said. “Was gonna go get the right one, but Shuuichi said no.” 

“I like the color blue.” Shuuichi said. He didn’t see anything wrong with the vest; it was already fancier than anything he had ever worn. Everything else was exactly what he had been given to wear - the uniform of black and silver, the light armor, the heavy boots, the red cape embroidered with the royal crest and the Prince’s own sigil. 

“It’s not standard livery.” Lord Kurogiri said. 

“It’s fine,” the Prince said. “Jin already has his helmet.” 

“I must keep covered,” Jin told Shuuichi, for all the sense it made. The metal helmet obscured his entire face and caused everything he said to carry a slight echo. 

The Prince’s first retainer was the reason Shuuichi even became noticeable enough to catch someone’s attention in the first place. One day Jin greeted him, then yelled at him for missing a spot that wasn’t there on the window Shuuichi was wiping. After that, Jin just kept talking at Shuuichi, chattering about his (un)favorite types of alcohol and tobacco; the (dis)comfort of having his underwear bunch up in his new livery; the birds he had (not) seen that day. 

For a while, Shuuichi never responded with more than a few respectful words. He wasn’t interested in whatever game Jin wanted to play, and he wasn’t dumb enough to think the man wanted to be friends without some expectation Shuuichi could not afford to meet. But despite the way he talked, Jin seemed so genuine. The moment he did start to reply, of course, was when someone assumed he could be kidnapped for information.

Jin had been a soldier in the Second Legion. He had an accident with his doubling magic and it drove him insane. Almost tossed out of the army, Jin was saved when Prince Tomura took him into his service.

The other royal heirs had dozens of retainers. The Eighth Prince commanded his own small army. Prince Tomura now had just two to serve him. 

[youreallyshouldtalkmore]

That Which Binds Us Together_Pt 1

A.N: I finally did it!! Ever since being introduced to Neuvillette, I wanted to write three fanfics with him featuring: his love of water, otters and merman/siren!! As of posting this fic, I accomplished all three!!

Genshin Impact MasterList

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“So, are you going to jump? Go ahead and do us that favor!” she cackled, her posse standing beside her with snickers.

“I don’t think she has the guts.” one spoke up. 

“If she did, the money left to her from her parent’s death would finally revert to your mother and you.” the other remarked.  

You didn’t say anything as you stood atop a cliff overlooking the ocean. It was a picturesque sight, but one that no one was interested in at the moment. No, your stepsister and her posse had chased you down, not an unusual thing, but this was the first time it resulted in your being so cornered. 

Your mother had died when you were a child and you barely remembered her. Your father raised you until you were around 14 years old. By that time he remarried, but he didn't know that your new stepmother was nothing more than a gold-digger.

You still think that she was responsible for your father’s death but you could never prove it. Even before his death, your stepmother and stepsister didn’t like you but they made sure not to display an ounce of that dislike for you in his presence.  Years passed in this manner but after his death, it was like the dam broke. You were made lower than a servant in your own home, hounded day and night. 

Even attending school wasn't a break for you. To keep up appearances they allowed you to attend a nearby college, but it was only because they wanted you kept on a tight leash. After all, you were the heir to your family fortune. 

A fortune that your stepmother coveted. 

The only real comfort you had was that you lived by the ocean. You didn’t know why, but you could sit for hours by the ocean, listening to its song. It was like the ocean before you was your own private symphony. It’s music called to you, beckoning you to join its depths. Sometimes you took off your shoes and waded into the water, enjoying its cool touch. If you closed your eyes, you could pretend that someone was touching you gently….

…..it only made you wonder what it would be like to become one with the waves. 

Maybe your life would be better than whatever mess was happening….. 

Even now, during this twilight hour, the dipping sun haloing your silhouette, and your stepsister’s wicked gaze, you could hear the gentle sound of the water. You turned slightly, looking out at your ocean.  It was a lovely sight to be sure. 

You could almost hear the lullaby of the ocean, a strange kind of echoing song that seemed to make its way into your heart, intertwining its melody with your own heartbeat. 

“Hey, hey, what is she doing?” 

“She wouldn’t really, would she?” 

“Hey?!” 

You were unaware of the panic that was making its way into their voices, as you turned fully to face the ocean, with a smile. 

Yes, it was calling you, seemingly stronger than you ever heard it. 

So, you stepped off the ledge…. 

Perhaps the ocean would betray as well, that it would prove to be a cold mistress, dragging you down into its depth. That it would chill you, waking you up to a harsh reality that you were drowning.

But instead, you only felt a kind of warmth that you sunk into. Although you were falling into the depths, not fighting the waves, a light shined from the depths, as you closed your eyes. 

You were unaware of something swimming up from that light…. 

Part 2

[chameleon8]

hiya! i just finished fablehaven and dragonwatch and im looking for some fanfic recs

do you have happen to have any perchance?

sure! I can’t promise we have the same tastes, but I can recommend some fics (these are all on Ao3 btw, I haven’t read any wattpad or fanfiction dot net fanfics)

Oneshots: Alyssa Walks Alone - By Candlemouse (0.6k words) This fic follows Kendra’s old friend, Alyssa. (you may or may not remember her from book 2, she was the first girl to fall in love the Kobold. Anyways-) Alyssa, who had just graduated high school, decides to visit Kendra’s grave and reminisce. It’s an angsty fic but very well written so I’d give it a read. To Obtain And To Keep - By Summercosmos (13k words) This story reimagines Fablehaven to answer the question “What if Seth and Kendra were raised on fablehaven?” Every part is a small fragment of the moments that are different in their lives compared to the books, and answers questions like “Why were they raised at Fablehaven in this universe?” And “How will they learn about the magic?” It’s a bit angsty but has some sweet moments too. Forgiving The Shadows - By Sabinethesoprano (2.2k words) Remember the ending of Dragonwatch? This fic is about how Seth doesn’t become a Shadow Healer, but rather he learns to accept his mistakes and embrace his darkness. This is during the “purification” scene. Kendra Decks Coulter - By Candlemouse (0.2k words) This short tale is about Kendra and Vanessa giving a well-deserved punch to Coulter for his sexist remarks. Raise A Glass To The Forgotten - By NotCharmander_3 (me) (1k words) This fanfic illustrates what Dale does when everyone else is away on a mission. What sort of adventure will happen in the simple sanctuary of Fablehaven?

There’s probably other oneshots I’ve read and enjoyed but I forget 😭 Multichapter fics: Quiet Sunday Dinners - By Candlemouse (12.8k words, complete) This is told from the perspective of the Sorenson Siblings’ parents, Scott and Marla, as they experience strange things happening to their family. The death of their beloved daughter, the discovery of magic, and reunion. I like this fic because it portrays parenthood very well and it’s very well-thought out. also, I just realized how many of these fics are angsty lmao. Anyways- Heir To Light - By Candlemouse (97k words, complete) The royal heirs to the Kingdom of Fablehaven, Princess Kendra and Prince Seth, have found their beloved home to be ransacked. With fear for their lives, they turn to a kind neighboring kingdom, Terrabelle, in hopes to seek refuge. But, trouble has yet to see the last of them. Will they save their kingdom before all falls to ruin? Or, will they be the heirs to light no more? Seeing Is Believing - By Carolinelikesdinner (16.7k words, incomplete, hiatus) This is probably one of my favorite fablehaven fics. It’s a fablehaven rewrite where Kendra and Seth find themselves at their grandfather’s old manor and shit goes down. I really like the unique world building of this and the re-characterization of Kendra and Seth. The Dark Flame - By NotCharmander_3 (me) (52.9k words, incomplete, in progress) This fic takes place after dragonwatch and follows the adventures of Seth Sorenson as he makes new friends and has tons of fun. But when a new threat prophesies the fall of Fablehaven, can Seth and his new friends go on a killer quest to save the day? How does Seth deal with his past mistakes? And what is going on with his powers? This is his story of how learns to accept himself and prove to everyone that he’s more than the reckless kid he once was. (The first chapter is pretty corny but trust me it gets so much better as it goes on) Thank you for the ask! I would recommend more fanfics but I really haven’t read enough Fablehaven fanfics lately. Hope you enjoy my recommendations!

[unholywriters]

Innocent Face, Dark Fantasy - Teaser

Summary: Everyone has seem to forgotten about the tale of a Forgotten prince, he was seen and praised as a gentle soul, a voice smooth as water gently falling from a leaf. But deep within his luxury palace that was built for him as a gift from a kingdom who wanted nothing more then his praises and help with their own affairs. But under this innocent face, eyes that sparkle like the jewels in his rooms, was a dark trance he would use to lure people in power into his hands where he would play out his dark fantasy’s. And sadly, y/n was his next target.

Warnings: Corruption kink, slight blackmailing, male receiving, some bl00d and knife play, pet names such as prince, darling, dove, with some chains

Authors Note: Minors do not interact, I’m trying to get back into writing after what felt like a long writers block and feeling like there’s nothing truly there to write about but I’m trying with this one and the Yunho fanfic that’s coming up soon, along with many other songs the list of those I have planned for. I hope the fairies enjoy this little scrip of our little fox with a dark side, like I said I’m always opened for ask and request and if I can get to them then I definitely will and include you. Please grab your cups and sweets and pick a flower to sit on and enjoy.

Feeling the soft rays of the sun was something the prince was used to. From waking up to the sun to simply walking in it, earning the name of the sun prince. The male kissed by the sun or even blessed by the goddess of beauty herself. His servants never looked him in the eyes. Their heads were always looking down and their eyes were covered when the sun rose. Some thought it was strange, but the prince managed to come up with an explanation that he didn’t want them to fall in love with his looks or be distracted by him, tempted to do something evil to only have his attention. So he made sure they could never see his face, and he wanted to make sure that nothing could happen or anything could get through to him. With the way he was walking, most people would think he’s guiding on air just by how he walks. He seemed to have almost everyone in a trance simply by the way he stood up and walked, or even how he would talk to people, making sure they were heard and not just speaking into a void.

The Prince had gotten dressed for his day and walked out of his room, greeting the maids as he always did as he walked through the sun lit halls down to his table, where he would eat with some of his close friends, who also had positions in the palace just so they could stay closer to him. It was something he liked to do with each other in order to keep them close and not feel lonely when he would sit at he large grand table just eating by himself with someone standing over his shoulder and trying to make sure everything was to his liking. This was hte best way to start off hte morning, since he was by himself when it came t family. After all he was hte last remaining heir to the throne. And people were starting to worry about him and his family legacy. But these matters always till he was gone from the diner table. Since he didn’t want anything like that trying to ruin the mood before he could even start his day with his morning walk through teh village and close to the woods. After all, the woods was one of the places where he could just be himself and not worry about anything and just get off his worries from the start before going on to face his duties. Which is why he always woke up early in the morning just for this.

He didn’t have his crown on, or any of his official clothing, just a loose white buttoned shirt with some black pants that would be underneath his official ones. He would bow after eating and talking with his friends before making his way to one of the many doors and began his walk. Waving to the townsfolk as they greeted him. “Good morning my prince!” “Good morning Mrs.Lee, your biscuits were amazing by the way!” He would cheer as he skipped a little, watching her start a new batch if sweets to sell and maybe even some to give to him once he returned from his walk around and was left to only waving from the window of his home, or even a balcony if he managed to have the time to do so. But it was nothing he wasn’t already used to, after all he has a job to do. Protect his kingdom and give them an heir when the time is right and he can continue to watch from afar. Along with meeting new people just to see if he can help them, and if they can help him just to make things truly a fair trade for each other. Which was something he was relatively good at making trades where he could and who with, making sure nothing he gave was going to waste and if he was, he had his own way of punishing the people and helping those who needed it.

Continuing down his own little makeshift path, he would wave over to teh children who were running around and playing, often sometimes joining them if he had the chance to since he loved watching them run around and learn about the things around them. Last time he was there he got to help them catch butterflies. Today they were running around looking as happy as could be trying to catch more of them. He smiled as he watched them, not wanting to ruin it for them and distraction them from their fun, smiling brightly as he got to the tree line where he would get lost in just admiring the nature around him. Softly humming to himself as he let his feet crunch along the ground. Looking around the place, softly touching the trees around him as he listened to the sound of the nature around him. Looking at the kingdom’s national animal, a beautiful orange fox that was sneaking around just trying to get around and find some food to eat or just to run and jump around. Something he was happy to see and often would come out and try to pet them when he could. But he would stay hidden, because he wasn’t just here to watch a fox run around, no. He stayed behind a tree with one eye looking different, something no one would see, and he would watch as the fox ran off into a direction he was looking at.

When the fox had gotten to the destination, where he would see a gem so perfect he couldn’t think about hurting them. After all, every gold prince needs their gem to hold, to keep to himself and devour them in such a way that no one else could touch them. After all, who could say no to a face covered in gold like his own?

[stazvlt]

NottPott Fanfics Rec Lists

After checking my bookmarks and the tags on ao3 i'm proudly present to you the nottpott fanfictions recommendation. TW: Please check / read the tags. Some of this fics touch a very heavy subject and it might not be your cup of tea.

Shadow magic by Lomonaaeren (Series- 73000 words total) AU.

Harry was born with a power the Dark Lord knows not: the magic to see into shadows, to walk the shadows, and to send the shadows everywhere. This changes his life rather dramatically.

Harry is very independent in this one. If you'd like to see Harry as a morally grey and powerful lord with a very devoted Theo this is your fics.

Enough is Enough by AnonymousMagpie (33k words)

In the spring of 1992, a massive magical discharge shakes Lily Potter’s legacy. Harry Potter, its raison d’être, nearly dies. It has until now been a passive enchantment, reactive, and burns away his attacker only once violent physical contact has been made. But the backlash is enormous. The protection is disrupted. For the first time since the day of its creation it must strain to the utmost. And it determines that Harry Potter is wildly, systematically unsafe.It reacts.

Gryffindor and Slytherin Inter house relationship, and many more!! Nottpott might not be the focus here but it deserve the place on this list on the base of it being very fun to read.

Clearly Granger Will Be the Brains of This Operation by Dart (2k words)

Someone has got to save Potter, so he can save the world. ~or~ Nott and Potter sitting in an BMW, S-N-A-R-K-I-N-G

Theodore nott kidnapping Harry Potter. Do i need to say more?

Another Way We Are Not Alone by thealmostrhetoricalquestion (15k words)

Theo barges his way into the afterlife to demand assistance from the Master of Death. And apparently fall deeply in love with him while he's at it.

The bonding here is Amazing. The banter, The journey, The Sentient Boat. 15k words of Nottpott bonding.

The Heir to the House of Prince by elph13 (series - 1.136 000 words)

Summer of 4th year and Harry's all alone, dealing with his grief and the sudden revelation that James Potter is not his father. Support comes in a strange form. The form of Theo Nott, son of a death Eater. A strange friend who says he'll help him find his true father, whoever this Lord Prince might be.

I legit didn't sleep for the entire night bcs i can't stop reading it's just that GOOD. The quality and lenght of this series are amazing. House of Prince Theo is the base of my fanon Theo. Smart, Observant, Loyal and utterly Scary. Theo who's very devoted with  his traditions. Theo who wield KNIFES. And it doesn't need to be said but Harry is also amazing in this one. He's stubborn, strong, and utterly loyal. Not Dumbledore or Sirius friendly though so i do warn you if you like both of them.

Amends by SheWhoMustNotBeNamedEver (1.6k words)

"How was my... You nearly cut me in half, Potter." Harry squinched his eyes shut and pinched the bridge of his nose over his glasses "You're being a bit dramatic about it, don't you think?"

Harry attempt to bribe Theo's forgiveness with a curry. You can guess how that goes ;)

Round and Fluffy by CaityBell @caitybellfics (1.5k)

Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter arrive at the DMLE to retrieve their spouses.

Uhh misuse of Confundus? Jail?? Hermione and Theo friendship, Draco and Harry 10 years rivalry. Got all you need here.

The Answering Machine Message by SunsetRiot (13k)

The answer machine beeps again; someone’s going to leave him another message. He hears his voice. It sounds so alive. They sound so happy. It’s getting harder to hear his voice these days; it’s getting harder to accept that he’s gone. He wonders what the person leaving a message is saying this time; probably offering their condolences, trying to send a message of hope through a stupid muggle machine, it’s all people seem to be doing these days. He hears another beep and he knows the persons finished leaving their message. He doesn’t care. He doesn’t want words, or hope or anything. What he wants is gone. Theodore Nott is dead and Harry Potter doesn’t know how to carry on living.

We have too much fluff therefore i need to recommend some angst. It's a bleak world for Harry without Theo there.

Harry Potter and His Saving Theo Thing by Lomonaaeren (21k)

Harry can think of worse things to do than helping Theodore Nott rejoin society. And after a while, so can Theo.

Adult Harry and Theo is always fun to read especially when Harry is an Auror. Their banter is delicious on this one. One of the more ... mature fic? I don't know how to describe it but this one has different vibes than the other fics on the list. Also this list isn't complete without the two lovely NottPott fics i got as gifts from HP rare pairs last year:

Silver Surprise by @lumosatnight

Theo joins the DA in Fifth Year, much to everyone’s surprise. His corporeal Patronus leaves Harry intrigued.

A Classic DA activity. Everyone is suspicious of the one lone slytherin but not our boy Harry. So SOFT and Cute, two traumatized children bonding over patronus <3

My Favorite Colour by @sandervansunshine

Tired of the monotony and hum-drum of adulthood, Harry seeks out a new source of happiness. He finds it— this pure, unadulterated blend of peace and joy— in a flowery meadow, a cool stream, and a storyteller by the name of Theodore Nott.

Feels good fics 100%. The way they shared a secret meadow and them unashamedly being themselves without judgement. Story teller Theo stole my heart <33 That's all for now! Thank you so much for checking this list out. I would love to add more fics in this list but my spirit need recharge after i accidentally deleted the last rec list last night. Most of these authors also wrote a lot of other amazing fics!! Please check them out :D OH and feel free to reblog or comment with your favorite NottPott fics, your pal here needs more nottpott.

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Why Don't You Take a Seat? (Batdad Fanfic)

a one shot where batdad meets ra's al ghul for the first time and they have tea together, talk while waiting for bruce to arrive

"Please, Mr. Wayne. Have a seat." the strange man says.

It's bad enough that all your camera feeds have gone dark, the last you heard over comms from your family being the sounds of combat with mysterious assassins.

"It's not generally customary for the guest to offer a seat to his host." you respond, causing the man to chuckle.

"That is certainly true. And in the same vein, not customary for the host to not know whom his guest may be. I am Ra's al Ghul."

You freeze, the name making your blood run cold.

He... looks far too young to be the same man that taught your husband back when he was training, but it wasn't like people would be scrambling to use the name of the Demon's Head.

"And you know my name, it seems."

"Of course. We have been watching you with great interest."

"That's news to me." you say, thanking your lucky stars that Alfred isn't here tonight - so that if you do end up dying, at least your boys will have a caretaker.

A few more assassins in dark clothing emerge from the shadows, setting up a tea service before vanishing. Seeing no other recourse, you sit across from him, watching as he pours your tea.

"You of course know I am well-acquainted with your husband?"

"Of course." you say, sipping at the delightful porcelain cup. "Though it would seem your daughter would prefer to better acquainted with him."

"I do apologize for Talia. She seems to think I would favor her more were she to produce a fitting heir."

"A fitting heir?

"Archaic terminology, to be sure. Successor would be the better word. For many a year now, I have entreated your husband to be my successor, though his unwillingness to kill makes him... ill-suited."

"And so Talia..."

"Believes that should she and Bruce form a union, they may together bear a child that inherits both of their-"

"That's... not how having kids works."

"Indeed. I personally prefer that my successor show their worth through deed rather than breeding."

"So...may I ask why you've been watching me?"

"Of course. You see, the League of Shadows often examines civilization - which parts of it are worth sparing, and which parts have become too corrupted, too fallen, and must be purged. Gotham is one such city."

You balk at the idea of the League having so much power - more than Bruce had estimated when he told you about them.

"It was Thomas and Martha Wayne who, nigh-singlehandedly, kept this city afloat among the iniquity and vice of its underbelly. When they were murdered, we assumed the hope of the city had been slaughtered with them."

"But who should arrive on the scene but a young upstart with no other connection to Gotham high society but his bosom friendship and young romance with its de facto prince? You, my dear Mr. Wayne, took charge of this city and became its champion. Even among the cesspool of calumny and disdain, you have lit a beacon of truth. The last bastion of such things."

"That can't be true. I'm not the only one doing things to help." you protest. Ra's smirks indulgently, like an uncle tutting at the presumptive modesty of a favorite nephew.

"You refer to your husband?"

"Not solely. There are others trying to make a difference. Like Dr. Thompkins or Commissioner Gordon."

"And yet you are the most notable, and not only does your wealth make you the most powerful, your intellect and tactical mind makes you the one most charged to affect change. I say your wealth, and not your husband's wealth, because as I know it, you have your own standing as CEO of Wayne Enterprises as well as the Wayne fortune."

"You have been doing your research."

"Indeed. The League is no simple assassins' guild, my dear. We guide the direction of the world, in what we hope to be a favorable direction. I have been remiss in the past century, allowing the world to languor this way, what with its global warming and its wars of convenience and profit. I have intended to change it through drastic action, but... you have intrigued me. Perhaps there are... other ways. No great man truly wishes to end the life of another, and should it be rendered unnecessary, our sword can be stayed."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean... your way. Gotham has seen a marked turn under your direction and manipulation. Perhaps not an instant one, but a noticeable one. To us, a favorable one."

"So you're saying that Gotham's survival is... totally dependent on me?"

"For now, yes. But that may change. The reason I sent Talia to distract your husband is because I wished to get the measure of you for myself. I admit, I once considered you nothing more than an emotional chain tethering Bruce to foolish sentimentality, but I came to appreciate your tactic. Far less brutal, and one I will also admit I dismissed. I have held a sword for so long, I forgot the utility of other tools."

"So... you want to work with me?" you frown, tilting your head.

"Indeed. We have much to learn from each other, and with the combination of our approaches, we may find a greater progress than we would in conflict."

"Combination of our approaches? You mean killing people?"

"You cannot deny it would be expedient."

"Even if I accepted that, it'd be the wrong approach, even practically! Just killing the people that stand in our way would create chaos, AND it wouldn't guarantee change the way systemic reform would!"

"See why you would be invaluable?" Ra's grins, unperturbed. "However, one could argue that your systemic reform could be hastened by removing those that would prove obstacles to it."

"Or it could jeopardize the movement by giving the opposition martyrs."

"Ha!" Ra's barks out a laugh of genuine delight. "You remind me of someone I once knew. She would never let my mind rest for a moment when she disagreed with me, nor would she let me hide behind pretty words or turns of phrase."

"Sounds like you need someone like that around you." You chuckle, and Ra's smirks in agreement.

"Indeed I do. Will you join the League of Shadows?"

"I hope this isn't the kind of offer that's only got one answer."

"For once, I will accept either answer. A 'no' now may become a 'yes' in the future."

"Then I shall take some time to consider."

"Indeed. I believe your husband is about to join us anyway..."

Ra's seemed a sensible, charming man when you first met him, but it was impossible to ignore how menacing he could be - how many atrocities he had already committed and planned to commit.

Indeed, though he allowed Talia to continue pursuing Bruce, it seemed he tried just as hard to woo you to his side.

In any case, it was never going to be the last time the al Ghul family became a part of your life...

[saintsenara]

I'm not sure if it's been brought up before, But one of the strange things that I come across while reading fanfics is that: sometimes writers who attempt to portray Severus Snape faithfully to the book exaggerate and end up straying from Snape's character, portraying him as a robotic figure who resorts to lengthy taunts in any situation. They seem to have overlooked the conclusion of SPINNER’S END and the THE UNBREAKABLE VOW; in these chapters, Snape is not portrayed from Harry's perspective and acts in a different manner.

i mean:

Snape in the sixth book, the chapter of the Unbreakable Vow: “I am trying to help you. I swore to your mother, I would protect you. I made the Unbreakable Vow, Draco.

Snape in fanfics in similar conditions: Ah... The esteemed Malfoy family's precious heir believes I would try to take his insignificant achievements? You may have never thought about the significance of making an unbreakable vow to protect an arrogant and self centered teenager who doesn't care about the risks, but I still made this serious commitment to save you and assured your mother. I must look after his son, who is ungrateful and stupid. I am not concerned with your opinion of me.

it's true, anon.

although i understand where this tendency comes from in fics which are trying to portray snape canon-coherently. it always seems to me like it happens when authors are trying to demonstrate what a sarky little bitch he is, but aren't immediately comfortable with the way that would be communicated in british english - these sort of convoluted soliloquies show that snape can be really condescending to those he thinks are beneath him [true!] but end up missing that how he gets that across in canon is by tone rather than word choice or complexity of language.

[what i really don't fuck with, though, is the fanon tendency to deliberately sand off snape's rough edges and turn him into the sort of man who struts around giving elegant speeches - especially when it's accompanied, a frequent crime of fics which pair him with women, by turning him into a great romantic.]

snape's vibe is that of a seagull which shoplifts. if a seagull which shoplifts could talk.