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To Love-Ru: Spoiler Route

Yuuki Rito’s life was supposed to be ordinary, until the night before everything began, he dreamed of a world where he was someone else, someone who had read every chapter, every panel, every tear-stained confession of To Love-Ru up to its final page. He woke up with no name, no face, no past, only perfect, unbreakable knowledge of the future. Now, on the morning an alien princess is destined to crash naked into his bathtub, Rito holds a notebook filled with every accident, every heartbreak, and every girl who will one day love him. He is still the same shy, stuttering, and sweet Rito the universe knows. But this time, he refuses to let a single flag go unraised, a single tear go unshed, or a single heart go unbroken. Armed with spoilers sharper than Yami’s blades, manga manuscripts that will reshape Shōnen Jump itself, and a Darkness overload that makes the King of Deviluke flinch, Rito will stumble, blush, and apologize his way straight into the one ending the canon never dared to draw: A galaxy-spanning wedding with Twenty Rings on his trembling fingers. This is the story of the boy who read the manga so none of the girls ever had to cry again. Genre: Romantic Comedy, Sci-Fi, Harem, Wincest, Action, Slow-Burn Lemon, Polygamy Victory Average Word Count: 2000 words for Normal and Light-Lemon Chapters, 3000-4000 words for Heavy Lemon Chapters. Warning: Extreme fluff, planet-shattering lemons, and one very overwhelmed protagonist who somehow ends up stronger than God but still can’t look his wives in the eye without steaming. Welcome to the Spoiler Route, where the dense protagonist finally reads the room… and rewrites the entire script. ***** This is NOT a translation. I am creating it and so, I will appreciate every comment, every review, every idea and every help you guys can give me. Support me on my Ko-fi page to keep me motivated to continue uploading chapters. https://ko fi.com/rroy28 (put a "-" between "ko" and "fi") I have added Uncensored NSFW Illustrations in my Discord server, available only to paid members. You can access all the exclusive content of this work and even make request for addition of some specific scenes. You can also COMMISSION specific "plot" by ordering it through my Ko-fi page.
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Heir of the Sundered Crown

Jaehaerys raised his chin, undaunted. This man couldn't harm him, he reminded himself, that's why he brought Prince Viserys to the capital in the first place. "I am the Crown Prince of the Seven Kingdoms. A dragon. You are nothing more than a fool who befriended one," Jaehaerys replied, having prepared that line in advance. It had the desired effect. The Small Council members turned to look at Connington. The man trembled with rage, balling his fists. Strangely, he reminded Jae of Viserys. "And if I don't?" he asked. "If you don't, Lord Baratheon will take this tale back home. Ser Jaime will wonder out loud every chance he gets why our Lord Regent was so unwilling to protect the Crown Prince though he'd been aware of his mistreatment the entire time. Soon enough, the entire realm will know." Jaehaerys tilted his head. "And I wonder how my family in the North will feel about that." "Not to mention the common people, when they hear an up-jumped minor Lord, my bannerman no less, dared to harm a Prince of the Blood. They remember the only reason you're in power is because you took advantage of the chaos at the end of the Rebellion," Lord Stannis seconded Jaehaerys, the large man and the little boy glaring at the Lord Regent in unison. His face grew so red, it matched his hair. Jaehaerys feared his head might explode. In the end, Lord vary broke the silence when he said, "Perhaps the Prince's suggestion is sound. Prince Viserys should be sent to Dragonstone. Out of sight and out of mind, as they say." Finally, Connington gave a nod. So slight, one could doubt he agreed at all. "But Daenerys stays," Jaehaerys pushed on. "I won't have her at Dragonstone where Viserys can torment her." "Fine!" Connington said, "Now, begone." "You don't order the Crown Prince around, fool!" Stannis protested. "That's quite alright, Lord Baratheon," he said, looking up at him with a small smile. "I was leaving anyway." Thank you for reading! If you are enjoying the story, please consider supporting me on Patreon. Patrons get access to advance chapters and help make it possible for me to keep writing. You can find me at: patreon.com/DarkLoreWriter
DarkLoreWriter · 117.6k Views

I, Voldemort (Self-Insert)

I had a peculiar dream where I found myself in a room, dressed in a robe, holding a wooden stick and directing it towards a lifeless body. My entire body was itching, as if my skin was melting like wax. Internally, it felt like icebergs colliding with each other. The absurdity of the situation overwhelmed me, causing me to burst into laughter. However, the sound that escaped my mouth was so powerful that it almost caused me to faint; it was the kind of laugh any supervillain would trade their soul for. Suddenly, I realized that the voice I heard was not my own, which prompted me to rush to the mirror. To my surprise, the reflection staring back at me did not resemble myself either. Gradually, my body began to transform, becoming less human-like and more unrecognizable. It felt like various pieces were merging together within me. Then, the pain struck. I collapsed to my knees, screaming in agony. But abruptly, the pain vanished after a short while, leaving only a lingering headache. It was in that moment that I understood this was not merely a dream... I am Lord Voldemort! Well, not exactly. My mind was flooded with foreign memories of Tom Riddle, also known as Voldemort, who attempted various methods to achieve immortality and alter his body. Some of these methods did not work well together, such as creating horcruxes and implanting fragments of the Veil of Death into the body. It's possible that a sliver of his soul was ejected and replaced with a random soul, or that my soul merged with the remaining fragment in this body. The outcome was clear: his memories, reflexes, and abilities, combined with my consciousness. This proved to be advantageous as I had full control over the body. You can support me and read advance chapters on my Patreon. Join me at patreon.com/MythosMixer for exclusive content and updates!
MythosMixer · 60.3k Views

Prince Aelor Targaryen Legacy

It was difficult being the son of the most hated man in Westeros. Aelor Targaryen had seen his fair share of death. He'd watched the executions of the Houses Darklyn and Hollard after the Defiance, a fifteen year old squire to Ser Barristan Selmy who'd been forced to stay behind while his mentor scaled the wall of Duskendale and rescued Aelor's father. He'd killed his first man, some hulking brute who smelled like a pig sty and fought like a boar, two years later during the waning hours of the Kingswood Brotherhood, and sent seven more men to their graves before the conflict was finished, earning his knighthood. And he'd seen men burned alive by his father for years now, more men and more situations than Aelor wished to recall. His father's nickname of the Mad King was well earned. But the deaths of Rickard and Brandon Stark were… haunting. The smell of the Lord of the North's burning flesh still swirled in his nostrils, just as the sound of the man's son strangling himself as he tried to save his father still rang in his ears. Aelor was no stranger to nightmares, but he knew those deaths would haunt him until the day he died. If they ever find Rhaegar, I'll kill him myself. There are worse things in life than being labeled a kinslayer...... Thank you for reading! If you are enjoying the story, please consider supporting me on Patreon. Patrons get access to advance chapters and help make it possible for me to keep writing. You can find me at: patreon.com/ScarletQuillWrites
ScarletQuillWrites · 148.2k Views