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When Hermione Granger volunteered for the Ministry's Marital Matching Program, she never expected to be cursed to live as a swan. Even more shocking is the intimate cure—and the man who might be the one to enact it.
AKA a mash-up of several of my favorite tropes: marriage law fuck or die breeding kink with a spin on The Swan Princess.
[Part 5 of A Series of Fate, a collection of fairytale retellings. Each story is a standalone, and they can be read in any order.]
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- Part 5 of A Series of Fate
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24 Dec 2024
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Hermione is a woman with very... specific needs. The Room of Requirement helps her meet them.
Only problem is, she can't see the man with the Cinderella cock through the solid stone wall she's stuck in.
Whatever's a poor girl to do?Series
- Part 3 of Malfoyesque Kinktober 2024
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24 Dec 2024
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It’s 2008 and Draco Malfoy is a secret assassin. It's legitimate - he gets paid for it, and some higher ups in the Ministry (probably?) know he’s out there… killing people. He’s quite good, but that tracks with his dubious accounting of rights and wrongs and his penchant for self-preservation. During his downtime he does a great job of acting like a pureblood in penance... mostly by drinking and shagging his way into oblivion.
This double life helps to numb Draco to the constant feelings of shame and guilt from his formative years in which he was an utter cunt- but everything is upended when his team (assassins can have coworkers, alright?) dies in action and he does not. Suspended and forced to go to therapy, Draco is adrift.
When Hermione Granger re-enters the fray, their hateful relationship that was once fraught with swotty bickering (erm, and the occasional slur) is suddenly tense in a very different way.
How will these two come together? How often will Theo say something terribly charming? Do we hate Ron or is Ron just, meh? Oh, and what’s going on with that one murderous witch who’s out to kill them all (forgot to mention that part…)?
Find out all this and more in: A HARD ROW TO HOE!
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08 Dec 2024
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In Shackles by FormerlyIR (Irony_Rocks), Irony_Rocks
Fandoms: The Lord of the Rings - All Media Types, The Lord of the Rings: The Rings of Power (TV 2022)
14 Oct 2024
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She’d seen the degradation of watching a man fight for his life, the insatiable greed of those in the audience cheering it on. Women of high culture and class, women like the row that Galadriel finds herself in, are supposed to be above such carnage, weaned away from violence at a tender age in deference to their omega sensibilities.
But the man across the cage from her, a man that stands alone, studying her under a hood of soiled bangs, an unkempt mess of auburn hair rendered nearly black under all the grime. He’s covered in absolute filth, an iron collar around his neck linking him to a chained post nearby. He’s — tall, perhaps taller than any of the other alphas there. Built deceptively strong and unassumingly dressed in a dark blue linen shirt that looks like it’s seen better days. Torn and threadbare at the edges, he looks squalid, like he hasn’t seen a bath in weeks. He should be the farthest thing to draw her attention or attraction.
But his eyes hold hers without flinching when he stares at her, and Galadriel can't look away.
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17 Oct 2024
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"Thought we lost you." His voice is a crackle; sap popping as it burns in the fire. The log charring in the kindling. There was a battle in his head; artillery fire in the gaps of his eyes. "Thought we— fuck, pet. Thought you were gone, and we couldn't do a damn thing about it."
His knuckles graze the mark in your temple, gentle around the tight, irritated flesh—it's proof that you lived, that despite the tragedy of the betrayal from the man you counted on the most, you survived. You made it. You won.
His touch is featherlight. But his eyes–
His eyes are heavy with the promise of nothing but ruin.
(it's like holding a lit cigarette to your pulse.)
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- Part 2 of sink or swim
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04 Oct 2024