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All-time Hannibal extended universe recs

Will/Nigel from Charlie Countryman

Heart of Spades by WaffleBunny13

Summary: Will pauses when he sees the face of the man in front of him then the cup of coffee slips from his hand.

“N-Nigel?”

Hannibal's neck nearly snaps to look at Will with a frown on his face then the doppelganger, Nigel, steps forward to Will with a smirk on his face and his hands casually resting in his pockets.

“Hello, gorgeous”

Envy’s notes: Nigel and Hannibal are not related. Nigel shows up at a crime scene. Everyone thinks he’s Hannibal. Then Will and Hannibal arrive, Hannibal finds out his look-alike is Will’s ex from the time he was on a scholarship in Romania.

Unconventional Therapy by DarkmoonSigel, sku7314977

Summary: Upon noticing that Will has been having some difficulty separating his mind from the monsters he’s made to chase, Hannibal makes a rather unexpected suggestion for some uncommon therapy to help the empath unwind.

Envy’s notes: Hannibal suggests sex as a form of therapy thinking he could finally get close to Will. Will instead goes out and stumbles upon Hannibal’s brother Nigel, they proceed to fuck in Hannibal’s house which makes for an awkward morning after.

Behave by sourweather

Summary: Nigel and Hannibal are sharing their Omega. Taking Turns, so to speak. Today, Nigel is to accompany Will to a crime scene. Will isn't looking forward to it. He loves Nigel, but he doesn't exactly play well with others.

He's proven right to worry when Nigel makes a less than perfect first impression on Jack Crawford.

Envy’s notes: Protective!Nigel. Nigel defends Will from Jack the way I always wished Hannibal would have done in canon.

"Two women are dead," Jack says, growl distorting his usual voice.

"And Will is alive!" Nigel snarls in response. "You'd think keeping him that way might be more important to you, but here you are running him into the fuckin' ground."

Will/Clifford from Death Stranding

The Beauty of the Rain by EarthsickWithoutYou

Summary: Part one of my Deathgram AU -- in which Hannibal discovers that Will has taken a lover who resembles him strikingly, an ex from his past in New Orleans. A man named Clifford Unger who bears the weight of the world on his shoulders, riddled with self-doubt, regret, trauma and grief. But he considers it his mission in life beyond all else to cherish and protect Will Graham, the light of his life, his redeeming soulmate.

Now that he has Will back in his arms, Cliff won't let anyone hurt his boy, even a clever, scheming, crazy-shocked-jealous therapist/cannibal who has been playing with fire and may now pay the price.

Envy’s notes: Hannibal comes over unannounced and discovers Will has Clifford as his lover. Clifford finds out about Will being sick lately so he takes him straight to the hospital and later gets revenge on Hannibal because there’s no way the former doctor didn’t know about Will’s sickness.

Will/Lucas from Jagten|The Hunt

Organ by CarnivalMirai

Summary: A week after the funeral, Lucas gets a parcel from one W. Graham. At first, he thinks it’s a wrong delivery. But the parcel is addressed directly to him. So curiously, he opens it.

Inside the box is another box. This time, in the shape of a small house or kennel— it’s a build-a-bear bear. He pulls the box out to see a card slipped in the box, again, addressed to Lucas. So he opens it.

Dear Lucas, I’m sorry for the loss of your son. He saved my life. I thought maybe you’d enjoy his heart beat. I hope you enjoy the bear. Kindly yours, Will Graham

Envy’s notes: Very interesting concept, imagine falling in love with a man who carries your son’s heart. No Hannigram, though Hannibal is one of Will’s doctors.

Sanctuary by Astromeda, tinypurpleghost

Summary: In the aftermath of a plunge that claimed one monster but spared another, Will Graham seeks refuge in a small Danish town. There, he meets Lucas, a kindergarten teacher with a heart of gold, and the spark between them is immediate and undeniable. When Lucas is falsely accused of a heinous crime, the monster inside Will yearns for blood. Even as Will tries to support Lucas in the way he needs, he realizes that he will stop at nothing to protect what’s his.

Envy’s notes: A post-fall fic where Hannibal dies and Will survives. He moves to Denmark and falls in love with Lucas pre-movie. Then canon happens except Will will do anything to protect the man he loves (and their dogs). Will is still in contact with Jack and there’s a man in town who knows of Will’s past. Lucas eventually finds out and accepts Will’s darker side.

Prince Charmont/One Eye (Ella Enchanted|Valhalla Rising)

Perfect Stranger by victorine

Summary: Char doesn't know Frank. Frank doesn't know Char. So how the hell did they wind up hugging in the middle of a park at midnight on Valentine's Day? And what will Char do when he realises it's not actually his best friend Ella rubbing soothing circles into his back?

Envy’s notes: Prince Charming is upset and a stranger (though he doesn’t know it’s a stranger) comforts him.  Oh and it’s Valentine’s day.

Just look at his smile. ⬆ How can you not like that? Lucas is adorable. I only wish I could see the movie without having to pay extra for it, damn it Amazon.

Nigel makes smoking and cussing look attractive somehow.

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Armour (Valhalla Enchanted) - Shortfic

Explicit // M/M // One Eye (Valhalla Rising)/Prince Charmont (Ella Enchanted) // Tags: Slightly AU/darker retelling Ella Enchanted, AU Valhalla Rising, soldier turned slave turned bodyguard One Eye, Prince Char, plotting, TW: snakes, canon typical violence, death (not MCs), getting to know each other, sexual tension, resolved sexual tension, sort of trans Char (see note), virgin Char, loss of virginity, masturbation, mix of masc and femme terms to describe Char's anatomy, vaginal sex, happy ending, brief mention of mpreg. Patreon prompt fill.

Young Prince Char employs a wounded soldier.

NB: As I was writing this I found I wanted to set it in a world where people might be naturally trans/multisex without being omegaverse. I.e. a place with natural gender variations similar to omegaverse, and completely accepted but without the social-cultural implications of dynamics. So here I have written Char as having a full penis, but in place of where his testes should be, he has a vagina (male futa?? I don't know what to call it, but hopefully you get what I mean).

Latest installment on my @hannibalbingo card: Armour (HEU)

Armour - (4k words):

Safe. The words were scrawled messily in the dirt, One Eye looking at him expectantly as he made a stay gesture. Char nodded that he had seen the writing and understood the poorly written word, before his companion gave a curt nod and brushed the dirt over with his foot.

Even so, as the man went about making them a small fire in this dismal cavern, Char found he couldn’t relax.

He hadn’t expected any of this. When he had first grown to suspect his uncle was plotting for the throne, Char had hired himself a bodyguard as simply a matter of precaution. He had never dreamed that the bodyguard would have to spirit him away from the castle, and the royal guards under his uncle’s command. He had expected the men that had been loyal to his father, to show him the same loyalty. But his uncle had a way of twisting words and poisoning minds. And so, he didn’t really blame them.

As for his bodyguard - if such a term could describe such a man as One Eye - the man was stoic and reliable. Char wasn’t ignorant of the fact that his loyalty was bought not earned, that he was little more than a slave trying to escape the life he had found himself in. And on days like today, Char could relate.

He had found the strong, silent man via unscrupulous methods. With no one loyal to him, Char had to rely on his money to buy what he needed, and that had led him to the blackmarket trade in people. Not slaves, they tried to claim - slavery was long illegal in Lamia - instead these were people imported to the kingdom expected to pay off their passage as indentured servants. It was crass and awful, something Char swore to himself he would put an end to as soon as he took the throne. But until then he needed protection, and there was the man they called One Eye, for an all too obvious reason. His seller had assured Char that the healed but evident injuries the man had received were not at his hand, and claimed them to be the markings made on, surely, a once great soldier whose name had been lost and was now simply One Eye.

At first, Char had just expected One Eye to watch over him as he slept, and be at his side during the day. To protect him from any harm his uncle might try to enact. But that action had come swiftly and strongly. After only a few days together, One Eye found himself fending off a night time attack of armed guards.

It was the snakes that woke Char, slithering in his bedsheets, an open window banging in the wind, but he had soon tuned into the noise outside his door. There, the guards that had been sent to finish him off - or perhaps discover his snake-bitten body - were being brought down by his servant. His saviour.

Char had barely dressed whilst One Eye beheaded the snakes, and taken up a small bag he had already packed. Then One Eye had ushered him into the dungeons of the castle, and out the same way that the waste water left.

That had been over a week ago and they were still running. Char was unsure where, but it was clear that One Eye had a plan and knew very well where he was and where he was going.

And Char had to trust him.

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You Brought Heaven Down to Right Where I Stood - Prince Charmont Imagine (Ella Enchanted)

Title: You Brought Heaven Down to Right Where I Stood

Pairing: Prince Charmont X Reader

Word Count: 1,608 words

Warning(s): none

Summary: (Inspired by "Greater Than Gatsby" by Elizabeth Gerardi) (Y/n) has trouble faulting Char for how hopeful and determined he can be at times. They just never thought that such hope and determination would be aimed at them.

Author's Note: Someone on my post about Hugh Dancy characters that I wanted to write about asked for a Prince Charmont imagine. I listen to my readers. (And if there are any other Hugh Dancy characters that you'd like me to write about... let me know)

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Charmont and I had been friends for as long as I could remember.

My family had worked for his before either one of us were even thoughts in their minds. My father in particular had grown close to Char's father before his death.

Now, I was grown and still working in the castle. Char was a prince being looked after by his uncle.

We were still close. Probably closer than we should've been. I had a theory that his uncle really didn't like me due to how close Char and I were.

Char would usually spend his free time with me. He would just be around me and talk to me. Sometimes he would help me with whatever I was working on. Granted that was incredibly rare because it was in fact my job and I didn't want to get caught forcing the prince to help clean.

Being close to Char was nice.

He was kind and funny and smart. It felt so natural being around him. I could only hope that he saw it the same way.

We went through years like that. Just friends. Friends that would talk and be together almost every day.

That never changed. Not until there was a ball held at the castle one night.

I was standing off to the side, waiting for something to need to be done.

I watched the people all dance together. It looked like fun. The joy in the room was almost infectious, causing a grin to form on my face as I watched them.

I spotted Char as he walked away from a dance. Our eyes met and a smile formed on his face as his steps sped up. I smiled back.

"Dance with me," he said when he made his way over.

"I cannot," I replied. "I am on the job."

"Then, count this as one of your duties."

"I do believe that your uncle defines what I am meant to do," I chuckled. "Thank you for the offer."

"Please, I am bored out of my mind," he sounded like a toddler. He leaned against the wall next to me. "At least conversations with you can go beyond giggling and poorly planned flirting."

"Is the poor flirting on their part or yours?"

He scoffed. "Excuse me?"

"An honest question," I shrugged, smirking a bit at him. I let my eyes scan the room to see if anything needed to be done.

"Why won't you dance with me," he asked after a moment.

"Because I am on the job," I repeated. "If your uncle saw me, I would either be out of a job or beheaded. Which one would purely depend on his mood."

"So, you're scared of my uncle spotting us?"

"To put it simply."

"I can work around that," he shrugged.

"Excuse me- Char!"

He grabbed my wrist and pulled me through the door next to us. I tried to keep up with him as he guided us through the halls. I stumbled a few times, but he didn't seem to notice.

"I swear, you are going to get me killed," I muttered as he stopped moving.

"Oh, you know that I would never let that happen," he replied as he let go of my arm. "You're too important."

I scoffed. "Ah, yes, the very important castle servant."

His hand was on the door next to us but stopped when he heard me speak. I didn't see anything wrong with what I had said, but the way he looked at me made me pause. He furrowed his eyebrows at me, his eyes jumping all around my face. It was like he was trying to see if I was being serious or not. I forced a grin at him, suddenly much more nervous than I had been.

Char shook his head before pushing the door open. He nodded for me to walk inside before him.

I had never been in this room. I had been told to avoid it. In all honesty, I don't know if I was meant to know what the room was. My father had told me about it when I was younger, but I had never found it on my own. The room alone was a small piece of history. The hall of mirrors.

"I cannot be here," I said as the door closed behind us. "I know what this room is."

"You can be here," Char replied. "I invited you here. Who is going to argue with my wishes?"

I paused. He had a point.

"Now, dance with me," he held his hand out.

"You don't think your uncle will look for you here," I asked.

It was his turn to pause for a moment. "In all honesty, I was more focused on getting to dance somewhere beautiful with you than I was on complete privacy."

"I say again, you are going to get me killed," I chuckled.

"Well, might as well get a dance in before your death then," he nodded toward his hand, which was still extended toward me.

I almost felt light-headed. I wasn't supposed to do this.

But still, I accepted, placing my hand in his. The smile that formed on his lips made it worth it.

He carefully intertwined our fingers before placing his free hand on my side. I tried my best to hide any nervousness as I rested my free hand on his shoulder.

"Um, is this a good time to mention that I have never danced with anyone before," I asked.

He let out a quiet laugh. "It will be alright. Just follow me."

I nodded, letting him guide us.

It felt strange at first. Dancing with no music, I mean. How we managed to fall into some natural rhythm, I would never know.

It was mostly light-hearted.

Laughing through spins and poorly calculated moves. Quiet conversations about people around the castle and things we had seen back at the ball. It was just normal. Calm.

At some point, there was a shift.

I didn't notice at first.

I was still talking about some incident during the castle tour a few days ago when Char had fallen silent. When I finished the story and he hadn't even chuckled, I noticed something was wrong. No. Wrong isn't the right word. Different.

He was just looking at me.

"Char?"

He didn't respond.

There was this soft look in his eyes that made my heart speed up a bit. Was that new? Had he looked at me like that before? I tried to think of any time I had seen that look.

They were all maybes.

Maybe I had seen it one morning when I dropped off his breakfast and opened the curtains in his room. I had assumed it was tiredness.

Maybe I saw it when I had to guide him away from the crowds touring through the castle. We had gotten backed into a small part of the hall as they walked through. All too close to be comfortable.

Maybe I saw it when he insisted on helping me organize a part of the archive room. Through all the books and papers.

I could remember jokes the most. Other people I worked with talking about how Char supposedly looked at me. How he treated me. I could vividly remember one of them laughing as he left the room that we had been in. They joked about how lucky I was to have the prince wrapped around my finger. I denied it.

I took a deep breath before going to step away. "I really should get back to work. I don't want both of us to get in trouble-"

"Don't," he stopped me before I could mutter any more of my excuse or leave. "Just stay."

I froze where I was.

His hand let go of mine and found its way to my side. Mine fell on his other shoulder.

There was a pause. A pause where all we did was look at each other.

I don't know what made Char move, but I saw the grin that formed on his lips before he did. He leaned in and gently pressed his lips to mine.

My first thought was to pull away. But as he gently kissed me, I found myself dismissing that thought easily.

I had always wanted this. This gentleness. The way my heart sped up and my mind relaxed. I craved that feeling of being loved and cared for. I wanted that. I wanted that with Char, specifically.

I relaxed into the kiss, my body moving closer to his like it was the most natural thing I had ever done. I felt like I had wasted so much time. Like we should've done this a long time to go.

He pulled away first. He didn't move far, resting his forehead on mine, nudging my nose with his a few times. My eyes opened a few moments after his. He was still grinning at me. I smiled back at him.

"I love you," he whispered. "I have for as long as I can remember. Before I had the proper word for it."

"I love you too, Char," I mumbled back.

There was a pause between us. We just let the words hang in the air between us. Not tense or awkward, just there.

"I do need to go back," I muttered, chuckling a bit.

Char laughed back and shook his head. "Just stay a little while longer."

I almost refused. But I stopped myself. "Okay. A little while longer."

He hummed in approval. "I love you."

"I love you too."

It felt so good to say those words with no hesitation.

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oh my god probably that one Valhalla Rising/Ella Enchanted crossover??? I read it completely bemused and by the end was fully committed to One-Eye/Prince Charmont (x)

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I’m over my hangover, I caught up with my housework, I have two meetings and three emails I’ve been ignoring before I can get back to this. But it’s coming. (I can’t believe you guys liked the heist aspect, now I need to actually come up with a mission, jeez)

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Saviour

Mature // M/M // One Eye (Valhalla Rising)/Prince Charmont (Ella Enchanted) // Tags: Prompt Fill, Brooding, Vikings, Escape, Slavery, Rescue, Love at First Sight Prompt fill for @hanfangrahamk : Valhalla Enchanted + Brooding Char, Viking One Eye

The Crown Prince is not in the least bit eager to find a suitor and settle down, until a chance encounter…

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Char sat on the slight bluff above the shore, watching the waves as they roiled and crashed. It was loud, and that was just what he had wanted - needed. Loud enough to drown out some of his thoughts, though unfortunately not all. He was travelling these lands on a reprieve - his father believed it to be an adventure before he would finally settle for one of the Princesses and other ladies of noble birth. Tomorrow he returned home.

He saw the ship round the outlet at the same time as the shadow that fell across him. Those northern marauders! Before he could raise the alarm, the shadow above him coalesced into a form. A man. He bore down on Char before the prince could react. Crushing him to the sand, behind the rough scrub of the brush, a hand clamped gently over his mouth.

The wind was knocked from him and the man crushed to him made it impossible for Char to catch his breath. For more than one reason. After a few long minutes the man eased off of him, rolling to the side but still against him, and removed his hand.

“You have attacked a Crown Prince, sir!”

Char would have spoken further, but his words were stolen by the man’s face - strikingly beautiful even with a scarred eye. The man actually looked relieved, and Char turned his head to see the boat was heading for open waters.

He turned back and studied the man then, still half pressed to him. His clothes were in tatters but clearly had once been royal robes. He was battered from injuries that marked years, and wore broken shackles on each limb. Perhaps he had just saved Char from a fate that he had himself escaped from?

“I… owe you a debt.” He told the once Viking prince, who then smiled at him so beautifully that Char wondered that he might have finally found the right suitor in this saviour.

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Dreaming

Mature // M/M // Le Chiffre (Casino Royale)/Dr John Flynn (Fifty Shades) // Tags: Prompt Fill, Prompt fill for @hannibalsimago (for @krey-9-jorce): Le Chiffre/One Eye x Dr Flynn + dreams of reincarnation 

Le Chiffre’s dreams of a previous life become even more interesting when someone of his acquaintance makes an appearance.

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Le Chiffre woke with his pillow covered in blood, his eye having bleed copiously in the night. It rarely happened but even so would have been of little concern to him had it not been for the dream he woke from.

He showered and called room service to have them send up a cleaner - not content to wait for the maid to make her rounds - he paid enough for such privilege. He only wished his mind was as easy to fix. Therapy made him feel weak, it was why he had stopped seeing Dr Flynn, even though he had felt some small progress. He was sure these dreams were the result of his lifestyle - the violence and deception he was set to enact. It stood to reason that his dreams might be brutal.

But in them he was a different man, pitched to fight for his life. One eye gouged in such a brawl. Le Chiffre touched his hand to his face, gently running a finger over his eye. It felt more like a memory than a dream, that was where the madness lay. His haemolacria all too readily seemed an echo of the past. A result of that previous trauma.

But today, he felt all the more mad. For weeks he had been having these dreams - living out that other man's life, or so it seemed. But the violence had not been the only aspect in his dream of the night before. He had been saved - released from the cage that held him when those who had enslaved him did not need him to fight. But a young man had come by, hair a brush of curls, his clothes dirty but rich beneath that.

"We don't allow slaves in my kingdom." His words had been defiant and stuck with Le Chiffre. But he had been struck all the more by something else entirely - he recognised the boy.

Le Chiffre dialled the number - “Dr Flynn, I’d like to resume my therapy.”

(disclaimer - I've never written a character that I've not watched the source of before, and although Hugh was cast he was never in the movie so I didn't want to try and draw on material that wasn't there. Hopefully this story still comes across alright, as I love Krey's idea of Le Chiffre as a reincarnation of One Eye!)

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Trope: College AU (Valhalla Enchanted Modern AU)

Explicit // M/M // One Eye/Charmont // Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha/Omega, Tropes, College AU, Modern AU, college party, Halloween party, misunderstandings, getting to know each other, explicit sex scene.   Massive love to @jadegreenworks whose @overcoming-by-jadegreenworks inspired Char’s Halloween costume! Never ending love to @hotsauce418‘s naming of One Eye - Frank. He will always be Frank in my heart!

Trope Trope: Exploring fic tropes in an Omegaverse setting : [Sharing A Bed (Hannigram)] [Coffee Shop AU (Hannigram AU] [Awkward First Meeting (DogsDogs)] [Fake Date (Hannigram)] [Student/Teacher (Aiden/Le Chiffre)] [Stranded Together/Snowed In (Mortimer/Jon)] [Flower Shop (Basic Chickens)] [Sex Pollen (Hannigram AU)] [Stranded Together/Snowed In (Hannigram)] [Friends To Lovers (Hannigram AU)] [Sex to Love (Valhalla Enchanted)] [Sharing A Bed (Tristhad)] [College AU (Hannigram AU)] [Celebrity AU (Spacedogs AU)] [Slave Auction (Basic Chickens AU)] [Celebrity AU (Hannigram AU)] [Food Critic AU (Hannigram AU)] [College AU (Valhalla Enchanted Modern AU)] [Blind Date AU (Hannigram AU & Spacedogs)] [Coffee Shop AU (Spacedogs)] [Porn Star AU (Hannigram AU)] [Magical Healing Penis AU (Hannigram AU)] [Arranged Marriage AU (Hannigram AU)] [Flower Shop AU (Hannigram AU)] [Unplanned Pregnancy AU (Hannigram AU)] [MORE COMING SOON]

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When Char mistakes an alpha's true appearance for a costume he means to apologise, but ends up doing much more than that!

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Char worried his teeth at his lower lip as he looked up at the frat house, as he smelled the frat house.

He had passed it during the day, strung with cobwebs, but now the sun had gone down he saw that it had been decorated for the Halloween party in the most garish fashion possible. But more overwhelming than the flashing orange lights now illuminated, was the scent. Char was sure he’d never actually been around so many alphas in such a small area before, it wasn’t like being in at one of the team games or class. He knew most of the alphas in this fraternity, had mated with someone of them.

“Are you sure about this?” Ella asked as she got out of the car and joined him on the curb. “Who even invited you anyway?”

Char grinned at her. “Oh, some jock. I didn’t catch his name.” He flashed a brilliant smile that had her frowning. They had known each since early teens - after he had moved to Frell. They had always planned to go to the same college, and so they did. They were practically siblings and she took none of his shit.

“Well, I’m going on record as saying this is a bad idea.” She started to get back into the car, ready to leave him there to his fate. Frat parties weren’t exactly her scene, she’d even taken some persuading to give him a ride.

“Pfft, what’s the worst that could happen?” Char was still grinning, trying to ignore the damper she was trying to put on it. Always his voice of reason.

“Oh I don’t know? Maybe two or three alphas start fighting over you and campus security is called?”

Char frowned. “That was one time, and the Dean found the alphas responsible, not me.”

“That time!” Ella insisted. “If you keep setting them off for your own amusement - like the spoiled brat you are - you’ll finally get the blame. You could get kicked out of school. How do you think your uncle would feel about that?”

She quirked a brow and he poked his tongue out at her. Juvenile, yes, but he wanted to hide the slight quake that actually gave him. His uncle was an asshole, but until he graduated and got the massive trust fund his parents had bestowed him, they were stuck with each other. Getting kicked out of school meant having to go back and live with him, and his constant snide remarks and disappointment. A beta who was jealous of everything about Char - his ease with people, his popularity, his impending wealth.

A far cry from the treatment he received at school, and Char liked to make the most of that… though perhaps within reason now?

Ella gave a small wave and was gone, leaving Char to think on exactly how much trouble he’d let himself get into tonight. Because being kicked out of school was not an option.

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Trope: From Sex To Love (Valhalla Enchanted)

Explicit // M/M // Prince Char (Ella Enchanted)/One Eye (Valhalla Rising) // Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha/Omega, Alpha One Eye, Omega Char, Tropes, from sex to love, MPreg

Trope Trope: Exploring fic tropes in an Omegaverse setting : [Sharing A Bed (Hannigram)] [Coffee Shop AU (Hannigram AU] [Awkward First Meeting (DogsDogs)] [Fake Date (Hannigram)] [Student/Teacher (Aiden/Le Chiffre)] [Stranded Together/Snowed In (Mortimer/Jon)] [Flower Shop (Basic Chickens)] [Sex Pollen (Hannigram AU)] [Stranded Together/Snowed In (Hannigram)] [Friends To Lovers (Hannigram AU)] [Sex to Love (Valhalla Enchanted)] [Sharing A Bed (Tristhad)] [College AU (Hannigram AU)] [Celebrity AU (Spacedogs AU)] [Slave Auction (Basic Chickens AU)] [Celebrity AU (Hannigram AU)] [Food Critic AU (Hannigram AU)] [College AU (Valhalla Enchanted Modern AU)] [Blind Date AU (Hannigram AU & Spacedogs)] [Coffee Shop AU (Spacedogs)] [Porn Star AU (Hannigram AU)] [Magical Healing Penis AU (Hannigram AU)] [Arranged Marriage AU (Hannigram AU)] [Flower Shop AU (Hannigram AU)] [Unplanned Pregnancy AU (Hannigram AU)] [MORE COMING SOON]

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In a land where alphas and omegas are rare, the omega prince Charmont is in need of an alpha to see him through heat until his betrothed arrives from a distant kingdom. The recently freed slave one-eyed mute is just hideous enough to be the perfect temporary alpha to service the prince. Falling in love is the last thing anyone wants.

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“I have put my faith in you on this delicate matter. I hope that faith has not been misplaced.”

“No, Sir Edgar. Not at all. I've been very discreet. Found exactly what the prince needs.”

The door opened but One Eye didn't look up to see who the voices belonged to. It didn't matter, he could not refuse the job. When he had escaped from his cage and captors, from the life of aggression they had forced him into, he had found himself in this land. He was free at last, but with freedom came the hunger and the cold. He needed to make money and as an alpha there were options available to him in a place such as this. This kingdom had few omegas and even fewer alphas, and most of them nobility, those who could pay. He had not thought of pride, only of hunger when he had taken work in the heat house. For three months he had become the favourite of a Lady Suzette before her husband returned from his travels. It had been quiet then. Where she had admired his build and the exotic story spun by his employer, others were repulsed by his hard look - his scars, his missing eye. He was sure he would be set out again until the strange little servant had arrived from the palace looking for an impossible combination of repulsion and discretion. There were few as repulsive and discreet as the one eyed mute.

And so now he sat to learn his fate. Perhaps a young lady or lord whose mate was away from court.

“Oh but he is an ugly beast, perfect!” The man he had heard referred to as Sir Edgar seemed pleased. He was used to being spoken about as though not present, and yet he found he disliked this man for it - his tone, his manner. “Perfect indeed, we wouldn't want anyone for the prince that he might come to want. A shame his fertile heat has come before his intended has arrived and betrothal sealed. Leave us.”

The alpha looked up then, unsure if it were he that was being asked to leave. This was not the case, it seemed, as the servant left the room and he met Edgar’s sneering gaze.

“Now listen here beast, you are to service the prince. I understand you are mute so discretion will be ensured, this pleases me. When his betrothed arrives and the prince is crowned and wed, we would prefer that it is believed Char is a virgin. It is what they expect and we will give them nothing less. The kingdom of his intended does not abide our practice of surrogates. He must believe Char suffered his heats alone. If you are anything less than discreet it will mean your head.”

Edgar was pulling on gloves as he spoke, a smug look on his face as he took the alpha in.

“Yes. I think I'll be quite pleased to introduce you to the young prince.” The words were snarled out before the man swept from the room.

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