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When a Voldemort in his thirties encounters a time-travelling, seventeen-year-old Harry Potter, he makes a dangerous—and hilarious—assumption. He assumes that Harry is his son. And his son, of course, deserves the very best.
A confused Harry plays along for the sake of self-preservation, but living with his “father” is proving to be intolerable in more ways than one.
“You are mine,” Voldemort said gently, and smiled when Harry flinched. So the boy did know Voldemort, after all. He knew Voldemort was to be feared. “I will look after you, my own.”
“I don’t belong to you,” Harry spat, despite his fear. Oh, what a delight he was! He was no cowering, simpering sycophant, like Voldemort’s other followers; no, this child had a spine of steel. Not many could stand before Voldemort without quailing.
“You are my son,” Voldemort declared. “Of course you belong to me. Your every cell, your every fibre, your every heartbeat. You are mine in flesh and blood and soul. You are mine in magic. And you will not deny me.”
Now with Chinese, Korean, Russian and Portugese translations, and featuring art by Mona and Hypnodisc!
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- Part 4 of Tomarrymort Stories
- Part 3 of Daddymort
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It's a Hannibal AU of the novel Dracula. Set in rural Florida. I have no good explanation for this.
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Lecter’s gaze doesn’t move from his sleeve. “They say the eyes are the windows to the soul. Tell me, Will: would you consider that an accurate assessment?”
Will thinks of how it feels to look, how it feels to come back to himself, and he shakes his head. “No,” he says after a moment. “It’s a hell of a lot more violent than that.”
Will sees things in people’s eyes, so he doesn’t look unless he has to. And then, one day, he accidentally looks a lot. When he recovers from the shock of it all, he realizes that the person he got a glimpse of is… unique, and for the first time, Will wants to see more.
Luckily for him, Hannibal is just as eager to be seen.
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The scene in the hotel room was incomplete. That's what we all thought, right? So I wrote some filthy fun about their dynamic. Let the boys be boys in an absolute yes homo manner.
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"She left because you kiss with too much fucking tongue", Art shoved Patrick, who nearly fell off the bed. "It's too wet", he stated and sighed. Looked at the door, as if Tashi would magically appear again behind it. Knocking, stating her mistake and crawl back into their bed.
"It's not too wet, you asshole. Made you hard enough", Patrick replied.
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No one should have to remember their own death, much less be a witness to it.
And after, to live with your own murderer, to see him smile at you each day, like nothing ever happened.
It's no wonder you started going a little crazy.
You were just human, after all.
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Maybe Belphegor really had sucked out your soul.
You were just a shell.
And no one noticed.
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In which I am upset that MC's death was pretty much forgotten, and the idea that Belphie was immediately forgiven did not sit right with me, so I am fixing that.
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17 Feb 2023