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The Elric boys are back in town, and get entangled in Roy Mustang's political machinations once more. Except they're not boys anymore, and Roy's mind has been wandering away from politics a lot lately.
“Hm, I’d pictured you for more a whiskey guy, you know, a proper manly drink that fucking burns on the way down.”
Roy blames the mood of the cabaret for his next action. Bending forward at the waist, he brings his face next to Ed’s upturned one and whispers hotly in his ear: “When it comes to proving my manhood, there are heats far more pleasant than that of whiskey I’d rather avail myself of.”- Language:
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Bookmarked by kerrytran
08 Feb 2026
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There was another student here.
Tom recognized him vaguely—while transfer students were not necessarily uncommon due to the war, they were rare enough to at least make an impression. This particular transfer student was in his year, sorted into Ravenclaw after an impressively long hat stall. He looked like he might be descended from the Potter line, but he did not share the surname so his lineage was of no particular interest to Tom. Nothing about him was of particular interest to Tom, in fact, and yet here he stood, holding the book that Tom had come here to find.
It would be a good time to turn away. The Restricted Section was restricted for a reason—only books documenting extremely dangerous or extremely advanced magic were stored here.
Tom’s feet, however, suddenly felt as if they were made of lead. It wasn’t magic keeping him tied down, but something far more mysterious like curiosity or even fate. In any case, the delay was all it took for the Ravenclaw to lift his chin and meet Tom’s eyes.
This Ravenclaw, Tom realized, had eyes as blindingly green as the Killing Curse.
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Bookmarked by kerrytran
02 Oct 2025
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Wow. Really. The story without too many characters but feel rich and complete at the same time.
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“You’re Harry and I’m Tom. We’re not so much strangers—just very strange people that agreed on a very strange idea.”
This "strange idea" just so happened to be a vacation out of the country with a man he just met.
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Tom Riddle, despite all his success, finds himself miserable in drab and grey London. His creativity has plateaued and the anger that once fueled him was but a reminder of the horrid past. He wants an escape route, and he manages to find one in the form of a perfect stranger called Harry.
These are the days after their fated encounter.
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- Part 2 of Juic Tries Tomarry
Bookmarked by kerrytran
07 Jan 2026
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PERFECT ENDING AS A WRITER AND OH NO WHY IS THERE NO MORE AS A READER
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The Dark Lord divines what Harry Potter is in the Forbidden Forest, and revelations lead to incomprehensible consequences. Lord Voldemort has won... and the dystopia is damning.
A tale of a fallen hero, dark desires, and a Dark Lord's obsession with something he has lost and finds himself unwillingly lusting after: a soul.
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- Part 1 of No Glory; Glorious
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03 Jan 2026
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Chapter 39 is the best rape aftermath character study and writing I have ever read. Wow.
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“Do you think he meant it?” Harry asked, once the professor was gone, tracing the gilded lettering of his own name on the letter he'd given Harry. “We're really Wizards?”
“It makes sense,” Tom shrugged, though he could hardly look away from his own letter, the proof of what he'd always known, in some pit inside himself, that he was something different from everyone around him, that he was something better. He'd believed the first priest that had told him the same thing, albeit it opposite in nature, that he was a devil. It had made sense at the time, just as this answer did. Anything that offered an explanation for his being set so apart.
“I'm glad it's both of us,” Harry said, green eyes somehow greener, the natural brightness in him turning incandescent. Tom had thought he'd known the answer for that before too, dull hours at Sunday service spent gazing at the sun illuminating stained glass portraits, thinking: angel. “I'm glad we're going together.”
“We'll always go together,” Tom said, knowing it as fact, unable to imagine anything different. Wherever he went, Harry was sure to follow. It'd been that way forever. It would surely always be that way.