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Perceptions, and what we make them by MageOfCole
Fandoms: House of the Dragon (TV), A Song of Ice and Fire & Related Fandoms
21 Jun 2024
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How dare Criston –
How dare Alicent –
And even her own father –She’d been letting the Hightowers choose their battlefields for years now, since she was naught but a heartbroken girl of eight who had lost her mother and brother in a single day. She had been letting them make their moves without challenge, but no longer.
Alicent had worn a banner of War, and Criston had chosen his side.One should never poke a passive dragon, no matter how docile or pretty it appeared, lest they be faced with fire and blood.
(Or; Rhaenyra and her sad, gay husband Gaslight, Gatekeep, Girlboss their way to getting what they want)
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- Part 2 of Thoughts about the Dance
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07 May 2026
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I hope it brings you bliss by MageOfCole
Fandoms: House of the Dragon (TV), A Song of Ice and Fire & Related Fandoms
23 Jun 2024
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Cursed be the Kinslayer.
(“A curse,” maids would whisper, finding dead falcons on the sills with each of Alicent’s labours, all of them gutted.)“I hope you’re finally happy,” his brother had told him harshly. Rhaenyra was gone, hers and Aemma’s belongings shipped to the Vale, and the little hatchling she had only mounted for the first time the year before missing from the Dragonpit. “You marry that Hightower whore, and I hope you don’t come to regret it, because we won’t come crawling back to you this time. Not after this, Kinslayer. Aemma will curse you from her grave, if she hasn’t already.”
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- Part 3 of Thoughts about the Dance
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07 May 2026
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Attention. by Alexandria_Antoinette
Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types, Red Robin (Comics)
13 May 2024
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It started with flowers; of course it did. Radiant, tropical flowers Tim hasn't ever seen in person start showing up on his kitchen table. They were beautiful and, once he was sure there were no bomb-like devices or coma-inducing pollen's, he actually place them in his room next to the window and changed their water every day. They lasted three weeks before Tim was forced to throw them out. The next day another intricate vase filled with another arrangement of colorful flowers was placed in the dead-center of his table again.
Ra's wasn't exactly subtle in his obsession over Tim, after all.(-Now with a second installment-)
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- Part 1 of Starved For.
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29 Apr 2026
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Tom Riddle died. Draco Malfoy was supposed to live.
Except soul magic doesn’t care about supposed-to’s.When a desperate ritual drags a 20-year-old Tom Riddle out of the past and into Draco’s future, Hogwarts descends into chaos: obsessive fan clubs, broken soulbonds, love potions gone wrong, and one very smug Slytherin who refuses to be ignored.
Draco wants distance. Tom wants everything.
And Tom Riddle has never been good at losingBookmarked by PrincessMayWonder
24 Apr 2026
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Two War Lords Sitting At The Table by Vaeryn3947
Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling, Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them (Movies)
20 Apr 2026
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Draco Malfoy, stuck in the 1940s...but things are wrong. Grindelwald isn't defeated, Riddle is having dinner times with the infamous dark lord, and for some reason...his grandparents still haven't had kids.
"...suffocating, dishonest old bastard," Draco hissed, his teeth chattering audibly as he rubbed his freezing fingers against the oversized wool. "Keep me locked up 'for my own good,' right. Like hell. I'll freeze in the bloody Alps before I play pet to another megalomaniac..."
He took another blind step into the room, leaving a faint, damp smudge of blood from his bare feet on the priceless rug.
"...grand speeches and pretty words. I should have stabbed him with the butter knife—"
Draco stopped.
The heat of the massive hearth finally registered. The smell of roasted meat hit his starved senses. Slowly, his chest seizing mid-breath, Draco raised his head and locked eyes with the most dangerous dinner party of the twentieth century.
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- Part 13 of Tom/Draco Fics
- Part 35 of Unfinished
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24 Apr 2026