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    R'hllor had fucked up, everyone knew he'd fucked up, and none of the gods actually wanted the game to end. So a do-over was decided. New players. And hopefully better outcomes. A fix-it for House Lannister.

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    A series of Jaskier shorts because he won't get out of my head.

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    Harry Potter is not a kind boy.

    Maybe he was once, when he was younger, but not anymore. He can't be kind, if he wants to survive the Dursleys. If he were kind, he'd still be locked in the cupboard under the stairs.

    Intelligence, cunning, and shrewdness; these are what give a boy power.

    Not such trivial things as kindness.

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    What if being a Parselmouth isn’t the only trait Harry inherited from Voldemort? How would things have been different, if Harry was just a little bit more like Voldemort?

    Let's see, shall we?

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    30 Apr 2026

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    ‘Where’s my wand?’ he mutters into his knees.

    Jameson glances at one of the Aurors who edges his way closer.

    ‘The Ministry seized it when you—’

    ‘I want my wand,’ he says, and he sounds…tiny. Like a little boy.

    ‘Look lad, once you’re in the shelter, you can see about getting your wand back,’ the Auror closest to his side says, the badge at his hip glinting.

    ‘I can’t go there,’ Malfoy says into his knees. ‘Please. Please don’t make me go there.’ I realise he’s crying. That he’s hiding his face to stop them from seeing. That this is the first time I’ve ever heard him say the word please. That he’s scared. That Draco Malfoy is asking for help.

    Something shatters inside me and—

    ‘He can stay with me.’

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    30 Apr 2026

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    When Toni was seven, her soulmarks manifested: a red star edged in silver under her right collar bone, and a white star edged in blue under her left collar bone. Mama told her never to show them to anyone, because the Starks have enemies, and those enemies could use the soulmarks against her. She didn't see how. They were only stupid stars that didn't do anything but feel cold.

    By the time she's fifteen, she learns more about the marks, and the men they signify. Red Star wanders in and out of her life without seeming to remember her from one encounter to the next, and she's pretty sure White Star was lost decades ago. Soulmates, she decides, are useless flights of fantasy, because hers certainly aren't the supportive life partners all the stories say they're supposed to be.

    But she's a grown-ass woman now, and it doesn't really matter if she wants them or not. It really doesn't matter if she's a loose cannon, and one is with SHIELD and the other with HYDRA.

    They're hers and she's theirs.

    And she really doesn't like it when people take her stuff.

    (Beta'd by the ever-fabulous LunaMax1214, silvershadowkit, Medie and justanotherpipedream)

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    30 Apr 2026

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    Daemon awakes after his death a week before his wedding to Rhea Royce quite determined to escape that fate at least in what he believes is his afterlife.

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    30 Apr 2026

  5. Rec 8

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    “That Duchess, what’s her name, is at your door,” remarked Liszt, looking down into the street. It was a nasty, windy November afternoon, with rubbish scudding down the avenues and rain threatening in the east, terrible for making calls. “The one with a thing for artists.”

    “Oh, balls,” George said, and threw down her hookah pipe.

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    29 Dec 2025