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shadowkoo · 30 days ago

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Love At First Hex

→ Summary: Still nursing the sting of his Lupercalia heartbreak, Yeosang finds unexpected solace in you, his friend, classmate, and favorite co-conspirator. What starts as playful companionship shifts the night he helps you bind a particularly wicked hex. Something changes. Suddenly, he doesn’t view you as just a friend. And he’s done pretending otherwise.

↠ yeosang x f.reader | 4.7k words | 18+ ↠ genre: warlock & witch au, friends to lovers, smut

→ Prompts: #20. "Who are the flowers for?"

→ Warnings: y/n and yeosang are getting over heartbreak, you want your ex to suffer from an evil hex (lol), explicit & unprotected sex, magical sex, aphrodisiac potion, soft sex, breast play, nipple play, breast worship, body worship, orgasm control, heightened senses, light bondage, riding/cowgirl

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→ Author Note: Thank you for requesting Aeris @aeristudios! LOVEEE that you referenced Disgraceful Dreams, consider this a follow up with Yeosang’s story. If you haven’t read that fic, I def recommend doing so before reading this! This fic takes place the following spring, and y/n from DD is also named Lia in this fic to keep things less complicated. Once again, the specifics relating to Ostara are stretched to fit this fic. And a big thank you to Booki @kwanisms for beta reading this for me!As always, all likes, reblogs, and comments are appreciated <3 divider credit [ mini requests are now closed as I catch up on all the submissions ]

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5 months earlier, during the Lupercalia Matching Ceremony

Yeosang steps closer to the flames that surge in the iron vessel before him, casting flickering shadows across his face while he waits. If he looks closely, shapes begin to form within the flames, dancing and twisting as though something is being forged in the heat. A sudden flare of sparks erupts from the fire—it’s ready.

With a steady hand, he pulls an envelope from the fire. The edges of the paper are still smoldering while he opens it with precision, watching as the magic ink slowly manifests on the paper, revealing a name.

A brief frown crosses his face as his mind drifts to Lia, but it vanishes just as quickly. “Polly Petrify,” he announces smoothly, his voice steady, betraying nothing as he steps back into place.

Yeosang stands frozen as his friend steps forward next for his turn. Wooyoung calls his crush's name, and that’s when his heart shatters into a million pieces.

5 months later, on the cusp of Ostara

“Want mine?” You ask, offering your lunch to your best friend. “My stomach is still hurting after drinking that potion Haechan made in Mixology today.”

You look up at Yeosang, as he hasn’t responded. Following his gaze, you see that his eyes are glued to the couple that just walked into the Grand Hall holding hands.

Wooyoung and Lia.

His eyes drop back down to his plate, “No, I’m not that hungry either.” Yeosang pushes the food around with his utensils before looking wistfully toward them again.

He sighs, dragging himself out of his daze, only to watch you leaning back with a hand pressed to your grumbling stomach. “You’ve only got yourself to blame for drinking it after watching him dump in blind worm slime. My stomach turned just from the smell. I honestly don’t know how you let that past your lips, but wouldn’t touch the birthday cake I made for you last week.”

His gaze strays again, diverting back to the couple now settling at a table.

You scrunch your nose at him. “Don’t make me hex you, Yeosang. Focus!”

His eyes flick back to you, reluctantly.

“And that cake was bubbling, ‘Sangie. Bubbling. I have some standards, sometimes I actually care what goes into this body.” You pause. “Plus, Haechan dared me. What was I supposed to do, say no?”

“Yeah, saying no is exactly what you’re supposed to do,” he mutters. “And for the record, it’s the thought that counts. No one else made you a cake, bubbling or not.”

He sighs again, this one sharper, angling his head toward a burst of laughter. “God, I wish they’d just leave already.”

You glance over your shoulder. Lia is giggling at something Wooyoung whispered in her ear, her laughter loud enough to draw glances. They’re undeniably cute together; an unlikely Lupercalia match that somehow stuck. You never would’ve imagined them together before, but somehow, it makes sense.

Your eyes drift past the couple to the table just behind them, where Minjun sits with his friends and next to his latest flame of the week.

Minjun was your boyfriend until a few months ago. He’d pleaded with you not to take part in Lupercalia, made it sound like it would break his heart if you were paired with someone else, only for you to find out later that he fully intended to participate himself. You dumped him shortly after hearing his name called at the matching ceremony.

“I wish he’d fall off the face of the earth,” you mutter, sneering as you nod in Minjun’s direction.

Yeosang follows your gaze, his expression darkening. He’s never liked Minjun. “You know…we could probably arrange that. Or something better. I happen to know a pretty impressive witch with a nasty little habit of hexing people who piss her off.”

You arch a brow, “Tempting. Want to help me tonight?”

He grins. “Give me two hours.”

Yeosang meets you at your dorm right on time. Swinging the door open, you wave him in before leading him straight to your altar, where everything is already laid out and ready.

“So,” he begins, eyeing the setup with curiosity, “What are we thinking? Temporary blindness? Toad transformation?”

You scoff. “Please. Those are baby curses.” You hand him a neatly folded slip of parchment with your freshly inked spell.

He unfolds it and reads:

With moonlight, spite, and visions red,

May foulness bloom where charm once led.

Let every taste and every smell,

Turn lovers' bliss to vile hell.

No cleansing spell, no unholy decree,

Shall lift this curse ‘till wrongs are free.

He raises a brow after finishing.

“It’s a spell that basically curses Minjin to have the worst-tasting and funky-smelling semen. The next poor soul who hooks up with him is going to have quite an interesting discovery. Word will spread like wildfire. It’s petty. It’s precise. It’s perfect!” You clasp your hands together, impressed with yourself for coming up with this wicked idea.

Yeosang gapes at you, eyes wide with delight. “This is incredible. Remind me to never cross you, like ever. How long is it supposed to last?”

“Until he properly apologizes to me and to every other girl whose heart he broke. Which could mean a while. Unless he realizes that he’s been hexed and does a removal spell. Hey, want me to write up a hex for Wooyoung while we’re at it?”

Yeosang huffs, debating it. “No,” he starts once he’s finally decided. “He’s my friend. He didn’t know I had a crush on Lia, or if he did, he didn’t know it was that serious. I’m happy for them. I just gotta get over it.” He finishes, handing your spell back to you.

“Whatever you say.” You take it from him and place it next to the candles on the altar.

To prepare for the spell, you rub oil over each candle, then roll them gently through a shallow dish of crushed, dried flower petals. “This is the last of my flowers,” you sigh, brushing some dust off your fingers. “I hope the fields bloom soon. I’ll have to forage for more before any future spellwork.”

“Good thing spring is just around the corner,” Yeosang points out.

“True,” you murmur, passing him one of the covered candles. “Hold it steady,” you murmur, grabbing the bundle of thorn-vines you’d gathered shortly after. The vines are thin but stubborn, coiled like they still remember how to climb.

Working carefully, you begin wrapping the vine around the candle, starting from the base. The thorns scratch at the wax, digging in just enough to hold. Yeosang follows your lead, his brow furrowed in concentration as he mimics your movements.

“Think he’ll feel it?” he asks out of curiosity.

“Down there, probably not. In his heart, and where it counts? Absolutely,” you say with a devilish smile. That same smile is quickly wiped away as a thorn slips under your nail as you tighten the last loop.

You wince. “Ouch.” A sharp sting shoots through your finger, and you lift it instinctively to your mouth, lips wrapping around the wound to suck the blood away.

Yeosang glances up. His eyes catch sight, and he falters for a second, eyes fixed on the way your lips close around your finger. He blinks it off a moment later, wondering what just came over him.

“Um,” he clears his throat, “Here.” He hands you his finished candle, and you place it carefully on your silver tray next to the others, all spaced with intention. Then, with a shared breath, you and Yeosang recite the spell together, your voices merging as one.

Magic flickers through your fingertips, and all three wicks ignite at once.

You sit back, satisfied. “And now we wait.”

“Wait for what?” he asks.

“Until they melt and burn out. That’s when the hex seals.”

Yeosang's eyes follow the very small trail of melting wax; it’s gonna be a while before that happens. At least he has an idea of what could pass the time.

“Want a palm reading while we wait?” he asks, already scooting a bit closer. “I need the practice before midterms.”

You stretch your hand toward him. “Sure. Maybe you can tell me when I’m finally going to date someone who treats me more than a doormat.”

He takes your hand in his and is surprisingly gentle. His fingers are warm, a little calloused from herb work, and they linger just a second longer than necessary as he turns your palm upright.

“Let’s see…” His brows furrow in exaggerated seriousness as he traces a finger lightly along the lines of your hand. “Your heart line is dramatic as hell. That checks out.”

You snort. “Careful, ‘Sangie. I’ll hex your lips shut.”

He chuckles under his breath. “Okay, okay. Focus.” His gaze softens a bit as he studies your palm more closely. “You’ve had your heart broken…but who hasn’t?”

You hum in agreement, watching him study your hand.

He continues, fingertips lightly skimming the skin of your palm. “You’re guarded, but loyal. You give second chances when you know you probably shouldn’t. And you hide how much you want to be chosen first.”

That one lands a little too close. You blink, shifting slightly. “Is that the palm talking, or you?”

“Little of both,” he says, his voice lower now.

You look away, suddenly more aware of how close he is. “Alright, oracle. So what’s next for me, romantically speaking?”

Yeosang’s eyes flash back to your palm, then to your face. “You’ll meet your next love interest…” He pauses, lips twitching with something unreadable. “Sooner than you think.”

Your heart stutters. “Vague much?”

“Timing’s tricky,” he shrugs while still holding your hand, not ready to let it go. “But you’ll know soon enough.”

By the following afternoon, the factual rumors about Minjun are already spreading through campus like wildfire. The spell worked just as planned. Humored whispers of something about a gagging girl running from his room and a smell that won’t wash off.

It also happens to be the last day before the Ostara break, which doesn’t help everyone’s lack of attention in classes today. Much like the mortals’ spring vacation, The Onyx Academy of Dark Casting closes its doors for a week of rest, renewal, and magic steeped in celebration.

Ostara is one of the oldest witch holidays, honoring the equilibrium between light and dark, day and night, life and death. It's a sacred time that’s fertile with possibility, chaos, and charm. Witches and warlocks mark the equinox with personal rituals to honor the Goddess Ostara, each one a little different.

Altars bloom with daffodils and tulips, wrapped in pastel silks and dotted with dyed eggs, polished seeds, and hand-woven nests. Some will spend the week in nature, barefoot in enchanted meadows, while others prefer city rooftop circles lit by candlelight and wine.

Yeosang hasn’t decided how, or if he’ll celebrate. With exams looming and graduation not far off, he’s opted to stay behind on campus to get ahead on his studies.

But right now in his Advanced Warding, Binding, & Banishing lecture, he’s struggling to focus on anything but you.

You’re sitting a few rows ahead, leaning in close to one of your girlfriends, whispering something that makes you both break into laughter. There’s a lightness to you today, a glow he hasn’t seen in weeks. You're wearing pastel purple eyeshadow dusted across your lids and your curly hair down instead of twisted up into your usual two buns.

Yeosang watches you like someone under a spell. You’re vibrant and gentle in all the ways he thinks real magic should be. He’s known you long enough to recognize when you’re carrying pain, as you had been for the last couple of months, but today you’re just you. And he adores you like this.

And possibly, he's beginning to realize it’s not the shared spellwork or the familiarity that’s drawn him to you all along. It’s the way you bloom.

He spends the entire lecture in a daze, barely absorbing a word the professor says. His notes are a mess of half-finished glyphs, broken sigils, and the occasional doodle that might’ve been your initials disguised in runes. His mind is obviously elsewhere. On you.

By the time he gets back to his dorm and dumps his satchel on the floor, he realizes something. Something that he’s been ignoring, which has finally clawed its way to the surface.

He sits on the edge of his bed, staring at the ceiling, and thinks about the way he’s feeling. Sure, you’ve been friends for two years now. Occasional study partners. You’ve shared snacks and secrets, staying up all night for last-minute cramming sessions. Through breakups, and even worse, group projects, you’ve been by each other's side. And yeah, you're both top students, competitive as hell, and he’s always had this unspoken respect for you. A kind of platonic loyalty.

Or at least…that’s what he thought it was.

His thoughts spiral further as he thinks about the way you smiled today, glowing like spring.

About the soft, surprised sound you made when you pricked your finger. It was just a tiny hiss of pain, and then quickly it turned into something else when you wrapped your mouth around it. That image plays in his mind again. And again. And again.

He wonders how your fingers would feel trailing across his skin in more than just a friendly way. How they’d feel scratching down his chest. And tightly wrapped around him. He shifts on the bed, jaw tight. Every imagined version of you is clearer now. What you might taste like. The heat of your breath. The noises you’d make when he finally touches you the way he wants to, needs to–

Fuck.

Yeosang exhales hard, running a hand through his hair. This isn't just a passing thought, nor does it have anything to do with platonic feelings. This is a floodgate broken open, and he’s not sure he can close it again.

Not that he wants to…

Restless, he slips out of his dorm just as the sky turns twilight. The halls are quiet, and the fading light outside is soft, almost dreamlike. He tells himself he just needs air, maybe a walk to clear his head will help him shake off the thoughts that have been plaguing him since class ended.

But as he moves through the outer gardens, something catches his eye.

Flowers.

Tiny, tender blooms are pushing through the thawing earth. It’s too early for most species, but here they are. Daffodils, violets, snowdrops. All delicate and defiant, just like you.

He crouches down, running a gentle hand over a cluster of them. It’s like the universe was listening closely to your conversation yesterday. This is definitely a sign. Yeosang starts to gather a handful. He’s careful not to smush them, being as gentle as he can be.

Good. Now he has an excuse to see you.

By the time he knocks on your dorm door, his heart is racing like he’s under some type of spell.

You open it, surprised to see him. “Yeosang?”

“Hey,” he mumbles, nervously twisting the small bouquet in his hands.

Your eyes are drawn to the movement. “Who are the flowers for?” you ask with a knowing smile.

“For you. Well-uh-for your altar,” he says quickly, the words tumbling over each other. “Since it’s almost Ostara. I…I found them blooming. And I remembered you ran out yesterday.”

Your smile grows bigger reading his nervous energy.

“They’re not dead yet,” he adds, then immediately winces, willing himself to shut up. But he can’t stop. “They will be. Dead. Or–dying. You know, soon. Since I picked them. For your spellwork. Because that’s what you need. Dead flowers. Eventually.”

You squint at him, clearly amused. “Are you feeling alright?”

Goddamn it, Yeosang, pull it together.

“I don’t know,” he says with an exhale. “Got anything up your sleeve that’ll help me stop sounding like a complete idiot?”

You raise a brow, lips curling as your thoughts start to wander. Is he flirting? Is this what flirting looks like on him?

Either way…you’ve got just the potion for that.

You crack your door open a little wider, stepping aside with a smirk. “Get in here before you embarrass yourself any further,” you tease.

Yeosang squints at you, half-offended, half-pleased. But he walks in anyway, setting the flowers down on the closest surface.

While he lingers, you move to your potion shelf, eyes scanning your carefully labeled bottles. You're not looking for something innocent, no sleepy teas or clarity tonics tonight.

“Ahh,” you murmur, fingers curling around a sleek violet glass bottle. “There you are.”

You hold it up to the light. Inside, the liquid shimmers like starlight and ink, the surface swirling even when still.

“You’re not about to poison me, right?” Yeosang asks, eyeing it warily but not backing away.

You glance at him over your shoulder. “Not unless you give me a reason.”

“What is it?” he asks, peering at the strange liquid.

“It’ll take the edge off,” you say nonchalantly. “Make you a little less nervous.”

He doesn't move, not sure if he’s convinced just yet.

You sigh, holding the bottle up between you. “It’s called Siren Serum.” His eyes narrow slightly, but you continue before he can ask what it does. “It boosts confidence, sharpens the senses, and opens a mental link. No room for mixed signals. No miscommunication for what’s about to happen.”

You take a swig before extending the bottle toward him.

He hesitates. “And what exactly is about to happen?”

You smile sinfully, “Drink it and find out.”

You watch as Yeosang lifts the bottle to his lips, taking a slow sip. The shimmering liquid glides down his throat like silk, and you can already see the change taking place in his demeanor. The subtle drop of his shoulders, the way his pupils dilate just slightly, the jumbled-up words that are beginning to flow over from the shared mental link.

He hands the bottle back, and your fingers brush. The moment lingers between you like the universe is holding its breath, waiting to see who will be bold enough to cross the line from friends to something far less safe.

Setting the bottle aside, you take a step closer to him. Then, your lips meet his.

He stiffens at first, startled, but it only takes a second before he’s sinking into you. His arms slide around your waist, pulling you flush against him like he’s been waiting for this for far too long.

Finally.

The word, his word, echoes into your mind and it’s all the confirmation you need. Your hands weave up into his hair, curling at the nape of his neck as you dig in deeper. His lips part willingly beneath yours, using his tongue to explore your mouth.

A soft moan rumbles in his throat, and you feel it vibrating in his chest. Not just the sound, but the feeling behind it. Desire, surprise, heat, need.

It surges through the connection, through the kiss, and into your core.

Yeosang’s hand slips beneath the hem of your shirt, his knuckles grazing your bare skin. He breaks the kiss just long enough to tug the fabric over your head and toss it aside, his eyes darkening as they take you in.

His hands return to you instantly; they roam your back, mapping the curve of your waist, gripping your hips. Then they trail upward until they find your chest. He cups your breast through the thin fabric of your bra, thumb brushing over the peak as he watches your face.

More.

The word pulses in his mind, as clear and urgent as if you’d spoken it aloud. You feel it thrum through him, his body already answering.

He closes the space again, kissing your cheek, then your jaw, trailing kisses down your neck. You tilt your head, offering him more, and he accepts like a man starving.

He licks and nips his way down the slope of your breasts, pausing in the valley between them. A low hum vibrates from his chest as he breathes you in.

Yeosang snaps his fingers, and your bra disappears, along with the rest of your clothes.

You blink, caught off guard by his magic. “That’s not fair,” you say, frowning. But any complaint dies on your lips the moment his mouth closes over your nipple. The soft drag of his tongue and his warmth make you moan out, “Oh, god.”

“Not god,” he grins, “Just your ‘Sangie.” He suckles gently, then with more pressure, his hands steady on your waist as your body arches toward him.

He pulls back just enough to let his teeth graze the hardened nub before shifting to the other breast. This time he teases it with a flick of his tongue, then twists delicately with his lips and teeth, while his free hand massages the one he left behind.

Every nerve feels lit from within. You can sense not just the pleasure, but the intent behind it—how much he’s feeling you, not just physically, but through the bond.

So perfect.

When he finally releases you from his mouth, your skin feels chilled from his touch. Without breaking eye contact, he lifts one hand and makes a small flick of his fingers.

One of the flowers he picked earlier lifts gently from where it rests nearby, floating through the air as if enchanted and lands delicately in his palm.

He brings it to your chest, trailing the soft petals along the curve of your breast. You shiver as he brushes it slowly around the tender skin, circling closer and closer until it grazes your nipple, already hardened from his mouth, now teased by the gentle tickle of velvet petals.

He watches your reaction like he’s studying magic in motion.

“You always were the most beautiful flower I've ever seen,” he murmurs, the thought blooming in your mind even before the words reach your ears.

The flower continues its path down your ribs, past your stomach, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake until it hovers just above your core.

He pulls the flower back and lifts it to his nose, inhaling slowly. A sly glint flickers in his eyes as he exhales. “I’m willing to bet your petals are sweeter,” he murmurs, voice thick with desire. “Now go get on the bed and spread your legs for me, let me see what I’ve been missing. What I’ve been dreaming about.”

A fresh flush creeps over your skin, and heat pools low in your belly. Your legs feel shaky beneath you, but you obey, crossing the room with slow steps. You can feel his gaze, it’s heavy and possessive, dragging over your naked form as you climb onto the bed.

You glance back at him as you lie on your back and part your thighs, opening yourself up under the soft light.

His thoughts roll through your mind, unfiltered.

Fuck…soaked already…need you…you’re mine.

Your breath hitches. You feel through the bond how hard he is, how badly he wants you. It pulses in your head like a second heartbeat, syncing with your own.

He raises his hand again and snaps his fingers. In an instant, his clothes vanish, magic shedding them like whispers.

Your eyes widen the moment you see him fully, his tall, lean frame striding toward you, every line of him taut with want. His cock bobs with each step, thick, flushed, and already leaking at the tip.

You swallow hard, body instinctively arching in anticipation as he approaches. He hovers over you, his breath ghosting across your lips, eyes locked on yours.

He doesn’t speak aloud, but you hear the question through the bond, clear as day.

Are you sure?

You answer instantly.

Yes.

That’s all he needs to hear. With a ragged breath, Yeosang positions himself and begins to sink into your waiting heat. The stretch steals the air from your lungs, your walls clenching tight around him, pulling him in like he belongs there.

Because he does.

He groans as his hands grip your hips when he bottoms out.

The perfect fit.

He stills inside you, chest heaving as he fights the primal urge to drive into you hard and fast. Not yet. Not this time. Right now, he’s too undone by how impossibly good you feel wrapped around him. It’s overwhelming. Like the universe crafted you specifically for him.

He leans his forehead against yours, grounding himself while savoring every quiver, every flutter of your walls around him.

Next time, he thinks, teeth sinking into his bottom lip to hold himself back. Next time, I’ll ruin you.

But for now, he just wants to worship the way you deserve. His hips begin to move in a slow, sensual rhythm. Like every stroke is a spell crafted just for you.

Your nails dig into his back, every nerve lit up, your mind nearly blank with how perfectly he fills you.

It’s maddening, the way he takes his time. Every drag of his cock inside you feels divinely unholy, causing a delicious ache to swell in your core. Tension tightening, cresting–

Faster. Please. More.

The words pulse through the bond, desperately. But he doesn’t give in. “Not yet, petal,” he murmurs against your throat.

You gasp, trembling as he slows his thrusts to drag out every second, making you feel every inch, every pulse of him inside you.

He kisses down your collarbone, across the swell of your breast, lips and teeth teasing your skin while your body screams for more.

“I’m not done worshiping you,” he growls, “You deserve to be fucked in silk sheets, under moonlight, in every way you’ve ever dreamed of.”

And gods, he means it. You can feel it. Not just in his words, but in the weight of his love, his obsession, his unrelenting devotion as he rocks into you, over and over.

Your moans echo into the night air like a sacred chant. It’s too much, and not nearly enough at the same time. Every thrust pushes you closer to the edge, but the ache still burns and you’re greedy for more.

With a sharp inhale, you summon the strength of your whole body, along with the help of your magic, and a surge of raw magic, to flip Yeosang onto his back. He grunts in surprise, but the look in his eyes is nothing but dark, delicious approval.

With a flick of your fingers, glowing threads of magic coil around his wrists and pin them to each side of your iron headboard. He tugs against the invisible bindings, testing them, but doesn’t fight them.

You climb over him, straddling his hips with a teasing look. His chest rises and falls as he looks up at you like you’re a goddess. Once you sink down onto him, his head falls back with a groan, his body twitching beneath yours.

So good, his thoughts whisper through the bond, shaky and open. So close. Don’t stop. Please—don’t stop.

You move with purpose, hips rolling and rocking as you chase the high that’s threatening to consume you both. Every inch of him fills you perfectly, dragging over all the places that make you see stars.

“Bloom for me, baby,” he groans, his voice wrecked.

And gods, you do.

Your magic pulses out of you like a heatwave, body trembling as you ride him harder, chasing that exquisite edge. The bond flares white-hot between you, thoughts tangled, hearts racing, bodies in perfect, frantic harmony as your releases weave together.

Your bodies are one, moving perfectly in sync until there's no telling where you end and Yeosang begins. The world around you blurs; nothing exists but the rhythm of your breath and the heat of his skin.

Your trembling body collapses against his chest, every muscle singing with satisfaction, every nerve still buzzing.

Sighing softly, you murmur a soft incantation against his collarbone, your breath warm on his skin. The magical threads vanish with a glimmer, releasing his arms. They instantly wrap tightly around you, holding you like he never wants to let go.

And in the haven of his arms, wrapped in the scent of sweat and spring flowers, you feel safe. Wanted. Loved. Home.

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jcollinswrites · 10 months ago

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Weeping Gods (WIP)

This tale sweeps you up and drops you back 3500 years into the past, straight onto the banks of the Nile, at the dawn of the Egyptian New Kingdom. The Empire has only been liberated from a hundred year old occupation. The scars left by the war are still healing and yet, threats loom on the horizon again. Some powerful artifacts have been stolen and the king entrusts you with their recovery. Suddenly finding yourself out of your depth and all out of options, you have no choice but to agree to the dangerous mission. You don't know what awaits you on this journey but you know one thing for sure: if you don't catch the enemies of the empire, you will risk more than your own life.

Take your fate into your own hands, solve mysteries, meet new friends, fall in love, learn about magic, monsters, spirits, gods, and have fun in the ancient Egyptian Kingdom in this historical fantasy novel.

The story is a work of fiction and is not historically accurate.

Features

Choose from 4 different origin characters, each with unique stories and choices that will follow you through the rest of the game:

- a priest in over their head with a caring and loyal mentor

- a noble very much in over their head with a problematic family

- the captain of the Theban Guard, who is way too tired for this

- a thief from the slums of Thebes, desperate for survival

Play as male, female or non-binary; gay, straight or bi.

Build friendships, rivalries, or find love with a young prince, a mysterious spymaster, a brooding spirit, an elite warrior… or even the pharaoh himself.

Explore Egypt through a series of adventures with a ragtag team of characters

Solve mysteries, climb the Great Pyramid of Giza, deal with the sparks of revolution, and help secure the kingdom's future

Warnings: The story will contain heavy and dark themes, excessive swearing, mental health problems, and optional sexual content, so it is recommended for mature audiences only. The whole list of triggering content can be found in the beginning of the demo.

The Romances

Narmer - A kind and patient man with a golden heart, a fierce sense of duty, a bloody past, and way too little free time.

Qenna (m/f) - The living enigma. Fun and casual at first glance, but why is everyone warning you against spending time with them?

Zaia (m/f) - Spends most of their time brooding or hiding from people, but they can be surprisingly cheeky with those they feel comfortable with.

Tabiry - A dependable and loyal woman, she is the type of person you could trust to have your back in any situation.

Ahmose (m/f) - Young and impressionable, with a dazzling smile and too much hope for a better future.

The Demo

Chapters 1 - 4

Chapter 5 in progress (some choices missing)

Public demo word count : 686 000 words

Patreon demo word count: 686 000 words

Average playthrough on any origin: no idea, around 90 - 100 000 words

Last public update: 06. June 2025.

Last patreon update: 01. June 2025.

(First published: 14. Aug. 2024.)

#interactive fiction #interactive game #interactive if #interactive novel #weeping gods #historical fantasy #historical fiction #wip #ancient egypt #choicescript #if wip #if game #choice of games #hosted games

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always and everywhere and everything by @dumbpeachjuice (book-verse)

@na-dineee: Remember when this fic was being posted as a WIP and so many of us (myself very much included) nearly lost it?! The hurt, the angst, the years of longing—Henry and Alex so perfect for each other, yet always missing the mark. I read it for the second time now, and it was another wild ride. I shed quite a few tears (and got emotionally shredded into tiny pieces nbd), and in my humble opinion, this is a true fandom masterpiece!

Hush by @emeryhall (book-verse)

@na-dineee: This fic can be summed up in one word: BAM !! Alex and Henry know each other casually from class, but then they meet at a college New Year’s party and their midnight kiss turns deliciously smutty. From there, everything just falls perfectly into place—in a fast-paced, clever, heartfelt, and wonderfully smutty way. An absolute joy to read. 10/10, no notes, would totally recommend!

Down By The Water, I Saw You by @myheartalivewrites (book-verse)

@na-dineee: Is it fate or coincidence? Who knows—but one unexpected encounter throws Alex and Henry’s lives completely off track. A decade after meeting on holiday and being torn apart, they find themselves face to face again in the Scottish Highlands. This fic is perfection—great pacing, a stunning setting, and the perfect blend of tension, fluff, and smut. Plus, it has one of the best epilogues I’ve ever read. I've revisited it multiple times and will definitely read it again.

sea of endless hope by acastle (book-verse)

@suseagull5914: This fic, the sequel to a flicker, a spark, has just as much heart as the original and is so beautiful! You see little moments in the lives of Alex, Henry and Nena that, while only loosely connected at first, all culminate in a beautiful conclusion. The topics this fic touches on are some of my favorites in post-canon firstprince fics too!

i'm floating in a most peculiar way, and the stars look very different today by @firenati0n (book-verse)

@suseagull5914: Want a happy ending, but not in the mood for pure fluff? Look no further. Not only is this verse so creative, containing sci-fi vibes that you don't see in a lot of fics, but the tone of it is so beautifully written.

The Tooth Fairy Agenda by @kj-bee (book-verse)

@suseagull5914: The author's imagination and world building really shine in this fic that'll have you grinning from ear to ear! Alex meets the Tooth Fairy the very first time he loses a tooth and through him, Henry, years later. While firstprince is adorable in this fic, it's Alex's relationship with the Tooth Fairy he met as a kid that's really the highlight of the fic, which is a nice change of pace from firstprince-centric fics!

Treehouses, Emails and Making It Right by @itsmaybitheway (book-verse)

@suseagull5914: This fic explores what would've happened if Alex and Henry became friends before Rio, and it's absolutely adorable! All of the relationships in it are so well developed, especially between the White House Trio!

(make me) misbehave by @onward--upward (book-verse)

@dot524: This is one of my all-time favorite comfort-read fics. I love the way it’s told, with flashbacks and hints as the story unfolds, along with lyrics and snatches of social media conversation. It has the feel of a masterpiece and you can tell the author was really thoughtful with how to share this story. In it, Alex is a songwriter/songwriter and Henry is an actor, and they struggle with understanding themselves and keeping their relationship a secret. I love their process of getting to know each other and their fight against the world and for each other. Alex’s songs are so unique and fitting, and they tell the story too. Just a wonderful journey of a fic.

Not all librarians wear capes by mangyycur (book-verse)

@suseagull5914: Magic and Henry's passion for reading collide in this fic that will have you hooked, guessing what's going on from start to finish! It's so suspenseful, and the author clearly put so much thought into the world-building aspect of it because it shows. A must-read for book and magic lovers alike!

If at first you don't succeed by @clottedcreamfudge (book-verse)

@suseagull5914: I absolutely love one of the tropes in this fic! Alex and Henry go on a blind date that doesn't go well, and later end up on the same ski trip. Among other things I'm not going to spoil, I absolutely love how Nora is such a mastermind in this fic!

Fairytale of New York by @emeryhall (book-verse)

@suseagull5914: I'm really picky about friends to lovers, but I absolutely loved watching the boys become friends and then something more in this fic! How much the boys care about each other, especially Alex for Henry, is so pronounced in this fic, and I loved it!

call me that again by @miharaikko (book-verse)

@suseagull5914: A roommates AU and almost every even remotely sweet term of endearment you can think of, and parts that gave me chills mean that it doesn't have to be Valentine's Day for this fic to be a sweet read for everyone to enjoy!

sweethearts, not like the candy by @porcelainmortal (book-verse)

@suseagull5914: From the way the author makes the coffee shop very much Henry's to the event that brings this little oneshot to a satisfying conclusion, it's the little details that make this fic so cute!

Oh, Darling, Please Be Mine by @whispered-story (book-verse)

@suseagull5914: This fic is a coffee shop AU meets college AU meets friends to lovers fic that needs to become a classic! Add to that that it's centered around Valentine's Day and you have a really soft fic that I'll definitely be rereading this time next year!

i'm gonna show up in your shape by @anincompletelist (book-verse)

@na-dineee: This hit me right in the feels! Single dad Alex is figuring out life after his daughter heads off to college, when Nora plays matchmaker with Henry — 12 years his junior. Out of practice and less than thrilled, he’s soon swept into something unexpectedly beautiful. This fic is packed with emotion, a pinch of vulnerability, and in the end, pure domestic bliss.

they say ‘you're a little much for me, you're a liability’ by @henrysfox (book-verse)

@taylor-27: This is such an angsty yet comforting fic. I had a real good cry. Basically, Alex and the super six are close friends and Henry is his roommate. It's all about Alex and his old insecurities being dredged up and how it sends him into a spiral and he has a breakdown about it. It's all about picking up those sharp pieces and putting it back together. Alex's state of mind is described beautifully! A must read!

Prof. A. Fox, Matchmaker by @smc-27 (book-verse)

@na-dineee: This fic may be short, but it’s three times as sweet. I was grinning the whole way through. Fics where Arthur is alive always feel special to me, and this one does it so well—Arthur is just the right amount of unhinged and deranged in his matchmaking attempts, leaving Henry slightly flustered and annoyed… and yet Alex still falls for him in no time. Because of course he does !!

Bright Blue Sky by @absoluteaudacitywrites (book-verse)

@na-dineee: Here comes the ultimate FirstPrince post-canon established-relationship fluff—packed with domesticity and pure marital bliss. Alex and Henry as twin dads, going all out to make their boys’ birthday perfect? This is a chef’s kiss masterpiece: sweet, wholesome, and utterly heart-melting.

check out our past Monthly Faves here ❤️

#monthly faves #rwrb fic recs #firstprince #firstprince fic recs #red white and royal blue

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stellar-solar-flare · 5 months ago

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S T E V E R O G E R S

This list has all my Steve Rogers works, sorted by length (longfic, oneshot, drabble/headcanon). I have noted down which ones have an AU version of Steve - works with just 'Steve' are about the Avenger we know and love. All my work is for 18+ only but stories have ratings based on their specific content.

MAIN MASTERLIST | AO3

Beautiful star dividers by @steviebbboi, thank you.

L O N G F I C S:

A Fairytale Of A Disaster | Steve Rogers x Doctor!Reader | Explicit

Reader has been stood up by her Valentine's Date. Or has she? Romance, fluff, meet-cute, hurt/comfort. COMPLETE, 4/4.

Astronomical Odds (AO3) | Steve Rogers x engineer!Reader | Explicit

When you met Steve Rogers, the spark was definitely there, and the way you two hit off made one thing lead to another. But the consequences of that night will reach a lot further than either of you thought. Because now that you're pregnant - despite the astronomical odds - you and Steve need to navigate the situation after having known each other for exactly one night. An accidental pregnancy fic with lots of chosen family themes, and Steve and Reader figuring out each other and the upcoming baby situation. Heavy on romance, fluff, and not only Steve but the rest of the Avengers, too, being protective and caring of Reader, who is a literature nerd studying to be an aerospace engineer. WIP - 28/x published.

Brilliant Steel (AO3) | Steve Rogers x OFC, platonic Bucky & OFC | Explicit

The AI Head Strategist, Captain Steve Rogers's world implodes as a wave of inexplicable, supernatural events washes over the globe. The problem: the brilliant mind that might be the key to solving all this belongs to a woman Steve once scorned, and she won’t be happy to find him standing at her doorstep. In an effort to save the world, Steve and Bucky team up with a woman that Steve once thought would be much more than a teammate. In a universe much more vast and stranger than anyone ever thought, they’ll have to learn to rely on each other — wits and gifts and weirdness and all — to keep said world on its rails. WIP - 7/x chapters published.

For Centuries (AO3)| emperor!Steve x Stark!princess!Reader | Explicit

As you, the only daughter of King Howard Stark, arrive at the court of Emperor Steven the Righteous to be wedded and crowned the Empress of the Centurial Empire, your husband-to-be is not what you expected. This is a 'From Political Marriage to Love Marriage' story, featuring lots of romantasy elements, court politics, and protective, righteous Emperor Steve Rogers. The slowest of burns. WIP - 23/x chapters published.

Equinox (AO3)| soft dark!mob boss!Steve x superpowered!Reader | Explicit

When you’re caught in the crossfires of a war brewing underground, Steve does what he has to. And as you get pulled deeper into his world, it may very well turn out that starlight can scorch, too. A dark romance story about a woman scorned and a man who is so much more than he seems. WIP, 10/x chapters published.

Volatile | Steve x scientist!Avenger!Reader | Explicit

Reader has been subjected to an aphrodisiac while on a mission. Steve and the medical team attempt to find a solution. Smut with feelings, eventual fluff, eventual happy ending. COMPLETE, 3/3.

O N E S H O T S:

Cinderella Magic | Steve Rogers x Reader | T+

The entire thing had been like something out of a movie, starting from how Steve – to you just Steve, one of the regulars at the bookshop you ran – had barged into the store yesterday and blurted out that he desperately needed a date. Fluff, romance, friends-to-lovers. 828 words.

Every Bit As Magical | Steve x Avenger!Reader | G

When the car stopped, and Steve went round to open the door for you and help you out, you were practically bursting with curiosity. Tumblr Prompt: "Steve Rogers + a day at Disneyland?" Fluff, romance, established relationship. 567 words.

Malogranatum | soft dark!Avenger!Steve Rogers x mob boss!Reader | Explicit

“You know there are lines I do not cross,” you said. Tumblr prompt: "Steve + Mob AU + ”Would you really do that for me?” + nefarious." Dark romance with themes of obsessive love. AU - canon divergence & mob themes. 2,417 words.

Warmth | Steve x chronically ill!Reader | Mature

Steve is the most caring husband and the best heating pad in the world. Even on the bad days when you don't feel easy to love. Hurt/comfort, established relationship, protective Steve Rogers. 1,771 words.

Worthy | Steve Rogers x Reader | Mature

You and Steve Rogers have been dating for a year. When a journalist is out to get you, you will have to stand together and come out stronger. Romance, angst with a happy ending, fluff & hurt/comfort, protective Steve Rogers. Reader has past trauma and unspecified mental health issues. 2,045 words.

H E A D C A N O N S & D R A B B L E S

kink headcanons for different versions of Steve | Explicit

fall-themed dates with Steve headcanons | Mature

getting ready for a Halloween Party with Steve | T+

coming home to Steve after a long day | G

tempting Steve at a Halloween Party | T+

a 3-sentence fic about Steve being a good dad | G

#steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x ofc #steve rogers x oc #captain america x reader #steve rogers x female reader #steve rogers x f!reader

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prythianpages · 6 months ago

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End of the Year WIP ask game, "send me a 👀 and i’ll post a snippet of art/writing that i never got around to finishing this year (r.i.p)"

This is an Az one shot inspired by the song Holding Out for a Hero:

A shadow lingered outside the doorway of Nyx’s room, watching you and the Night Court’s heir with an intensity that could only belong to one person.

Azriel.

His eyes were fixed on you as you told Nyx one of your enchanting tales. Nyx loved when you babysat him, knowing he was in for a nice bedtime treat every time. You were a devoted nanny to him and, on the side, delved into the world of writing novels for children. You often used your magic to create vivid illusions in the air, bringing your stories to life with every word. Captivating not only the adorable child in the bed beside you but also the one lingering outside the doorway.

Azriel stood there for a moment, under the pretense of saying goodbye to his nephew.

Cassian had seen through him and now stood at the bottom of the stairs, rolling his eyes with a knowing smirk while Nesta shoved him –a warning to not say a word. The Night Court’s spymaster was not as slick as he thought. Cassian had caught his lingering stares and flushed cheeks whenever you’d smile at him one too many times.

It was obvious to him–and anyone, really–that Azriel had a crush on you.

Feyre and Rhysand had already bid their son farewell, as had Cassian and Nesta a couple of minutes ago. Rhysand had important business to attend to in Hewn City that required all of their presences. It would only be for a couple of hours.

Your voice filled the nursery as you continued your bedtime tale. Tonight, it was about a damsel in distress and a brave warrior. With the movement of your hands, your illusions danced in the air, creating vibrant images of a princess in a tower.

"And so, the princess looked out from her tower with a heart full of longing," you narrated, your tone soft yet enthralling. "There was a labyrinth of evil creatures below her, content to keep her trapped in that tower forever…[insert rest of story here, how she waits for a knight in shining armor…]”

Nyx's eyes widened in awe, completely entranced by your storytelling and the magical images floating before him. He leaned forward, eager to hear more. “He’s gotta be stwong and fast!”

Azriel stepped into the room, and though his presence was usually quiet, Nyx’s head turned toward him. “Uncle Az!” Nyx exclaimed, eyes lighting up. “Like Uncle Az!”

Azriel’s heart swelled at the boy’s excitement, but his eyes remained on you. He gave you a polite nod in greeting, lips turning upwards into a small smile. He stepped forward, kneeling before Nyx’s bed on the side opposite of you. “Couldn’t leave without saying goodbye to my favorite nephew, could I?”

Nyx lets out a delighted squeal and you resist the urge to laugh. He’s Azriel’s only nephew. Nyx then looks at you and then back at Azriel and then finally at you. “Can we make Uncle Az the hero? Pwetty please!”

“Of course,” you smile, heart fluttering as the silhouette of the knight turns into something more akin to Azriel’s. Nyx clapped his hands, delighted by his uncle’s addition to the story.

When your eyes met Azriel, you felt a spark and quickly turned your attention back to your magic.

#i started this in the summer but haven't brought myself to finish it #i am conflicted on the tale reader is giving nyx lol #bc it may or may not come true...#asks #wip game #ask game #thanks for sending! <3 #azriel x reader

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mxxnlightwriting · 1 year ago

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✨ A Spark of Magic Pre-Orders Are Now Live ✨

A Spark of Magic is one step closer to being yours. You can pre-order the ebook from most retailers here! (Note: Amazon's link will only be available on release day. I apologise for the inconvenience) Paperback pre-orders coming soon.

Since I can't do any pre-order campaign with physical goodies due to my geographical location, I decided to lower the ebook's price to half of what it will be after release, so if you pre-order now, you can get it for $1.99 (US)/1,99€/£1.99. I'll keep this price for a week after the release so that people who tend to get ebooks from Amazon can still enjoy this little bonus. I hope you can understand and take advantage of this deal 💛

Check the section below for FAQs such as whether it'll be on KU, ARC readers and other things. If you have any questions not featured below, feel free to send them my way!

Q: Why pre-order?

A: Pre-orders are a great way to help authors. Whenever you pre-order a book, you're letting that retailer know there's interest in it which helps it chart higher in retailer charts (generally speaking). This means there's a potential for it to reach more people who otherwise might miss it.

Q: Will this book be available on KU?

A: Since I'm opting for a wide release, and due to KU's exclusivity nature, I can't offer my ebooks through there while having them available elsewhere.

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A: Yes, it will! In case you don't know what Kobo Plus is, it's a similar subscription program to KU, except it doesn't require authors to be exclusive to the platform. This program isn't available in every country, but you can check here if your country has it. They're also adding new territories often, so keep that in mind.

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Q: Will you have ARC reviewers for this release?

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Thank you so much for reading this far! I'll try to keep this post updated, so I'll probably reblog it whenever I add new information!

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23 Tomarrymort Recs for 2023 (Longfic Edition)

Happy New Year! 🤍 Here is a round-up of some of the most engaging multi-chaptered works/longfics that I came across in this ship in 2023.

I found each of these fics, in their depiction of the ship, to be a fresh or surprising take on our familiar beloved characters of Harry and Tom|Voldemort, truly groundbreaking in some way in their approach to the ship. It's amazing to me that even after 20+ years of this ship existing, there's still new themes / tropes / dynamics to explore, and the authors are all so talented in making me think about the ship in some new way — just incredible examples of what it means to be a transformative work of fanfiction.

Criteria for this list: multi-chaptered, Tomarrymort-centric, with at least 1 update published in 2023. As with a previous longfic rec list, I tried to find longer fics that were relatively under-rated (which is hard to define, but below 2K kudos for the most part).

See here for Part 1 (2023 Tomarrymort one-shots), and hope you lose many many happy hours to the unbridled joy of immersing yourself in one or more of these incredibly addictive, lovely longer fics!

23 Tomarrymort Recs for 2023 — Multi-Chaptered Fics

A Darkness by Any Other Name by river_marrow (M, 30k, WIP)

Decades after the war ends, Harry is thrown through the Veil, and finds himself in an alternate reality where the leader of the Muggleborn uprising is the Dark Lord Voldemort.

A Dead God's Faith by @selfishrot (M, 35k, WIP)

Blood and spittle rush to follow Riddle’s words that are dragged out through a wrecked throat. “I will consume you.” Harry felt a thrill run up his spine, along with the usual fear and anger that accompanied Voldemort's threats. “Be gentle, I can feel your soul ripping its stitches.”

And the Living Will Envy the Dead by @k-s-morgan (M, 81k, WIP)

When Harry looks at Tom, he feels overwhelmed. There is a spark that makes him hopeful, the fear that nothing he does will save Tom from himself, and the horror at what his lies might lead to. When Tom looks at Harry, he feels nothing. Until he does, and then Harry’s world starts drowning in blood.

At the expense of the world by @itsevanffs (E, 24k, WIP)

"He had a lover, you know," Jenkins says to Remus once Harry's behind a wall and out of sight again. "A boy, and a gorgeous one at that. Nobody really knew where he came from, and Tom didn't seem to favour him either, at first, but by the end, he was besotted."

Bitumen by @crowcrowcrowthing (E, 32k, WIP)

Harry finds out the hard way that Dementors can’t digest Horcruxes. Now separated from his body, his best option is to seek out a similar soul for help. A love story about immortals with too much time to kill.

Creatures of the Dark we are by @hikarimeroperiddle (M, 25k, WIP)

Banished to his cupboard at age 4, Harry learns to listen only to the Voice in his head. Its teachings wrap all around Harry until no more than dark magic and devotion remains, along with visions of a wraith with red eyes.

Exceeding Expectations by @mosiva (E, 56k, complete)

Harry Potter’s life ran along very different lines than Tom Riddle’s. He knew nothing more of the man than he read in the Daily Prophet. Then they get stuck in a lift together.

Exegesis by liquoricepantomime (M, 38k, WIP)

In exchange for peace, Voldemort asks for Harry Potter. And so, there is a new legacy that forms — of The-Boy-Who-Was-Sold, and his childhood spent in a castle, with a man who has killed his parents. A man who is mad, and whose ire reigns fiery hell. A man he will marry, and yet knows nothing about.

found by @honbug (E, 112k, WIP)

Tom knows from the beginning that he is destined for greatness. Nothing and no one will stop him from achieving his goals. (And then, of course, there are the dreams.)

hook, line, and sinker by @purplemineralwater (E, 21k, WIP)

Harry asks Professor Riddle for help in killing Voldemort. Riddle is endlessly amused.

if we were lovers by @reggieblk (E, 277k, complete)

When Harry arrives at the most prestigious theatrical school in the country, he doesn't have many expectations. The most unexpected thing he encounters is Tom Riddle, and subsequently, falling in love with the only other person who deals with feelings as well as him. But maybe, just maybe, he and Tom will find out that not all love stories have to end in tragedy.

Lover's Spit by @blogalinda & @k3uuu (E, 123k, WIP)

Following his father's arrest on a dull hot Sunday in North Yorkshire, 10-year-old Tom Riddle becomes a dark internet sensation. If Harry Potter listened to his father, he would never speak to Riddle again. But eight years after the arrest, an unexpected and painful encounter leads Harry to reconsider events — and arrive at a conclusion all his own.

One Year In Every Ten by @saintsenara (E, 189k, WIP)

A decade after the final battle, a serial killer emerges, with a message that proclaims the Dark Lord has risen again. Harry is assigned to the case.

Oversight by @dividawrites (E, 21k, WIP)

Voldemort’s resurrection ritual doesn’t go as smoothly as he’d planned. He requires assistance and there’s only one person he can ask—the boy tied to his father’s gravestone.

Paved With the Best Intentions by @perhaps-sunlight (M, 113k, WIP)

Instead of dying during the Battle of Hogwarts, Voldemort de-ages into an infant. Until he becomes old enough to be legally executed, he will be magically bound to Harry.

Prison Blues by @metalomagnetic (E, 68k, WIP)

Harry and Voldemort find themselves locked up in a mysterious prison in an A/B/O alternate universe setting.

Revolution of Configured Stars by @tollingreminiscentbells (E, 110k, WIP)

In a Voldemort Wins AU, Harry Potter was spared, and enters his seventh year at Hogwarts wanting to do Arithmancy research and keep his head down. However, after a chance encounter, it looks like it may not be so simple. Marvolo Gaunt seems to have his eye on Harry. The trouble is, Harry has no idea why.

Tender Reigns Our Night by @noumena-writes (M, 93k, WIP)

Sent on a Ministry mission to fight for magic's survival, Harry goes back in time with two simple objectives: find and destroy any existing Horcruxes, and stop Tom Riddle ever evolving into Voldemort — using any means necessary. Harry thus finds himself working alongside Riddle at Borgin and Burke's, examining dark artefacts and desperately trying to fulfil his orders.

the demiurge, the leontoeides by @ramabear (E, 125k, WIP)

Thomas Gaunt reaches through the dimensions and plucks an eleven-year-old Harry Potter from his world and brings him home again.

the eternal flame by @duplicitywrites (E, 25k, WIP)

There’s a well-dressed older man who enters the orphanage asking after Tom Riddle. The man’s green eyes fix on Tom’s face, searching and searching. “My name is Harry Gaunt,” the man says, the tenor of his voice soft and faltering, a reflection of Tom's deepest, most secret anxieties, “and I’m here to adopt you.”

the righteous dead by @aspengray (T, 23k, WIP)

Harry is resurrected, sewn together with thread and magic. He remembers nothing except that he loves his savior, a man named Voldemort.

The Longing by @aglassroseneverfades (M, 33k, WIP)

Harry is not thinking of his parents right now as he trudges up to Voldemort’s eerie castle. He is thinking instead, as he often does, of a name that burns too brightly on his wrist in the pre-dawn light. He is wondering if somehow the fruitless tugging on his heart means that somewhere, some way, Tom is watching over him.

With a resolute heart by Act_Naturally (M, 157k, WIP)

A Hunger Games-AU featuring Harry and Tom as competing champions. Harry has a saving people thing. It’s not conducive to surviving a battle royale. He doesn’t fancy his chances. Especially against Tom Riddle.

#tomarry #harrymort #tomarrymort #tomarry recs #tomarrymort recs #hp fic recs #longfic recs #ao3 recs #fanfic recs #harrymort recs #2023 reads #2023 recs

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