monsterfucker extraordinaire

TMRHP, LVHP, Tomarrymort:

Reflection Once Removed: On December 25th, 1991, Harry found two very special things that would become his very first secrets. The first was the strange room, stuffed wall to wall with treasures and objects teeming with magical energy. The second was the boy in the mirror. (or the one where first year Harry & first year Tom become friends across time though a magic mirror and harry emotionally manipulates the horcruxes to break the time travel paradox and get a cute bf) Info: TMRHP, LVHP, long-fic, ongoing. | Rating & Warnings: M, None (tbd).

Sweet Mourning Lamb: Voldemort makes the last minute change to let Bellatrix tag along when he goes to kill the Potters. Stepping over Lily Potter's still warm corpse, Bellatrix takes the prophecy into her own hands and decides that the pretty little baby in the crib was destined to be hers. She'd wanted a child of her own for so long—and those little green eyes were calling to her. Who was she to deny fate? Besides, what's a prophecy when pitted against the will of a woman like Bellatrix Lestrange? Info: LVHP, crack, daddymort, long-fic, ongoing. | Rating & Warnings: E, TBD.

In Body and Blood: When Voldemort tried to kill Harry Potter, Lily's blood magic shield absorbed his spell. Panicked and seeing no other option, he kidnapped baby Harry, now a Horcrux (and shamelessly not dead). Unwilling to admit that he'd made a mistake, he claimed Harry as his heir, and forced his bewildered Death Eaters to raise him. Over the years, their bond continued to grow, becoming increasingly twisted and codependent. Sharing a soul will do that to you, he supposed. It’s only natural, then, that as Harry grew up and became increasingly alluring, Voldemort would seek to deepen their bond. It’s not like they’re actually related anyway, right? (Or: Harry attempts to seduce Daddymort with the help of his Aunty Bella. Simultaneously, Voldemort seeks the aid of two very confused Malfoy’s to advise his own seduction attempts.) Info: LVHP, monster-fucking, crack, daddymort, long-fic, ongoing. | Rating & Warnings: E, TBD.

Running Home (to Your Sweet Nothings): Tom ponders his all consuming love and obsession for Harry and how its evolved over the years they've been together. Info: TMRHP, no dialogue, first love AU, 2.1k words, one-shot. | Rating & Warnings: G, none. In My Lovers Room (I am free):

The first time Lord Voldemort dreams of him, he’s splayed across a bed of black silk. Behind him messy curls—nearly as dark and glossy as the silk of his sheets—sprawl like a crown. Beautiful. It’s the only word he can think as he presses into the tight heat of that divine creature. (or, when Voldemort realizes the creature he's been dreaming about is Harry Potter, naturally, he gets curious. Rather than attempt to kill Harry, he kidnaps him for experimental purposes.)

Info: LVHP, dark-fic, unhealthy relationship, physical and psychological torture, incomplete. | Rating & Warnings: E, graphic depictions of violence.

Black Sister Centric:

The Sacred Blood we Spilled: As their bodies and minds grew, so did the tension dividing them. The three of them developed into vastly different women, each as headstrong and opinionated as the next. Disagreements became more ferocious, incensed silences lingered not for hours, but weeks. The inevitable culmination of how they'd each changed loomed over them, a grey cloud. Harbinger to their inevitable fall. Soon, she knew, it would rain. A torrential downpour would cleanse them, unremitting as it washed away the past they shared. (She would survive. Would thrive and bear the pain with grace. Someday she would be okay. And if that proved impossible, she would persevere.)