A messy sketch about this omegaverse thread that have been haunting me over twitter. Imma copy&paste some of it here, in case you want some context:
Tom Riddle Jr was a prince, and an alpha. He had the chance to have any omega he wanted, he just needed to choose. His father presented him with each and every single one of them, and each and every single one of them were rejected. No matter how sweet the scent.
Harry, the Potter's son, is a beta. He visited Riddle manor every full moon, to supply the family with new dinnerware, as their young was too used to destroy everything in sight since he came of Age. His ruts were terrible awfuls for everyone, but terrible awfuls that paid well.
Harry heard of the constant parade of beautiful omegas that waltzed in and out the manor, and pitied the poor lad or lady that caught the young Lord's eye. He was glad he never had to fear that fate, and he thanked the High Mothers for his lack of scent.
With that in mind, he went on with his business, replacing the broken china with gorgeous pieces made by his calloused hands. The knot of his heavy coin pouch was about done and fastened when he heard the heavy steps rushing down the stairs. The laboured breathing echoed the halls, as well as the screams. "Stop! Stop right there!" Harry walked backwards to the door, still quite sure that the voice didn't mean him, for he did nothing out of the ordinary, yet there he was: Tom Riddle Jr, with his wild hair plasted to his sweaty forehead, and his wild eyes, almost blood red.
Harry took a step back, and the red in the Lord's eyes turned bloodier. "Stop, I said" he all but growled, like a dangerous animal. Like flesh-hungry demon. "I'm sorry, I don't--" Harry didn't even have the chance to finish his thoughts when everything turned into madness. The Lord pounced, someone screamed, the help rushed into the kitchen to try to stop their Master from ripping Harry's throat out. Cries of 'Master, please! Lord Riddle! Please, stop!' filled Harry's ears.
The next thing Harry knew is that he was seated on a plush chair, all patched up and dizzy with a glass of strong smelling spirits in his hand while Lord Thomas Riddle Sr stared at him with a mixture of pity and remorse. "I'm sorry--What?" Harry shook his head and looked at Lord Riddle, mouth agape. "My son," the man repeated stiffly, "he has chosen you."
"You must undertand-"
"I'm a beta."
"You must understand-"
"He almost killed me."
"If you listened for a-"
"No."
Lord Riddle Sr pressed his lips and stared at Harry for a long moment. Harry stared back. The bite at his neck looked nice and bloody, so much Lord Riddle had to look away.
"You have no option, child. I've been waiting for my son to choose, and even if I tried, my son won't change his mind." Harry stood, ready to fight this madness but he fell on his ass right back, mauled and drained as he was. It was Lord Riddle Sr's turn to stand, his tall figure looming over Harry. "Mating with an Alpha, as a Beta, can be incredibly tasking, even dangerous, as you may have noticed." There was a heavy pause. "You will receive the proper care, all the medicine you will need. All you need to do is... stay alive."
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