Still thinking about Harrymort forced marriage sex 😔
There are many flavors of V out there, and I can appreciate all of them, but I'm currently stuck on a Voldemort who doesn't really care about sex pre-Harry. Who probably looks down on people who are too into sex for its own sake (what does it mean to be "too into sex"? It varies by the day, but the line is always drawn with himself on the right side, obviously. He will invent any reason to look down on people).
Meanwhile he's definitely having and enjoying sex, because it's a relatively straightforward way of proving the power (real and imagined, not that he can always tell the difference) he has over Harry to himself and anyone watching, and nothing is as pleasurable as forcing Harry into a/any reaction.
Given this scenario, I feel like Voldemort would at least once try infidelity as another way to get a reaction from Harry. Maybe V gets some pleasure from the third party worshiping him, but I think that part would get old fast bc that's what he's owed, you know? It's not special. What he's really after is Harry feeling the same possessive rage V experiences anytime someone unworthy (aka literally everyone but himself) strays too close to Harry (aka his horcrux, his mirror, his Other self).
Along the same vein as my prev post about Harrymort & humiliation, I feel like Harry wouldn't be nearly as bothered by this as V wants. There's probably anger, bc why even bother forcing Harry into a marriage if he's just going to step outside it?? But for the most part I think Harry would feel contempt. First, because Harry still thinks he's better than every single Death Eater V might fuck (and he's still right).
But most importantly: Voldemort forced Harry into his bed at gunpoint. He gave up a war to bind them together. And now this random asshole is fucking Voldemort for free?? Harry is having one (1) hysterical laughing fit about it, and then he's going to appreciate every minute that this affair keeps V's attention pointed somewhere else.
"Harry James Potter may be the furthest thing from a 'blushing bride', but that won’t stop a certain 'Dark Lord' from binding himself (purposely or otherwise) to his fated nemesis through the act of...unholy matrimony?"
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Anyway. Related to that last post, have some Harrymort smut. There is more on the way (threat).
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For a long moment, Voldemort only looks at him from across the platform, red eyes gleaming in the pale fire of the witchlights overhead. Then he smiles. “Crawl,” he commands.
Harry does.
He sinks to his knees, and the Death Eaters jeer, cruel and ineffectual as rain against glass. Every one of them, he knows, has done the same. He’s seen it. Seen them. Crawling with their heads bowed, faces wet with tears and snot as they beg and kiss the hem of their master’s robes.
They’re not the same.
Harry crawls across rough stone, feels the scrape in his palms and his knees, and he keeps his head up. He kneels at his husband’s feet, and he looks him in the eye. You gave up a war for this, Harry imagines telling him as he buries his hand in Harry’s hair, nails scratching against his scalp. Once the scourge of a nation, now just a man with a weeping prick, desperate for a warm hole to stick it into. You’ve unmade yourself.
Voldemort parts his robes, uses the hand in Harry’s hair to pull him closer as he feeds his cock into Harry’s mouth. It’s heavy on his tongue, in the back of his throat.
Harry keeps his eyes open, feels them water as he fights against the impulse to gag.
Above him, Voldemort begins to cast, a chant that rises with the blood in his prick. The air shimmers overhead, arousal made manifest by the magic swelling through the room.
thinking about harrymort sex again, and i have fully adopted the headcanon that harry simply would not be bothered by voldemort attempting to humiliate him in front of his death eaters, especially if sex is involved
bc the thing about harry is that he is so judgemental
he thinks he's better than every single one of the death eaters (he's right), and so he's basically immune to feeling shame around them in any context
voldemort, on the other hand, is extremely bothered because harry isn't affected. he thought it'd be a fun game to humiliate harry in front of a crowd, and now he wants to pluck out every eye that ever gazed upon him
ok another one because I can't help myself. I need to know about The Yawning Grave! the name alone is so cool -from being-luminous again :))
You make me so happy @being-luminous ^.^
So, The Yawning Grave is a song by Lord Huron. I highly recommend you give it a listen cuz it sounds so atmospheric.
Here are the lyrics:
[Verse 1]
I know the rain like the clouds know the sky
I speak to birds and tell them where to fly
I sing the songs that you hear on the breeze
I write the names of the rocks and the trees
[Chorus]
Oh, you fool, there are rules, I am coming for you
Darkness brings evil things, oh, the reckoning begins
[Verse 2]
I tried to warn you when you were a child
I told you not to get lost in the wild
I sent you omens and all kinds of signs
I taught you melodies, poems, and rhymes
[Chorus]
Oh, you fool, there are rules, I am coming for you
(You can run, but you can't escape)
Darkness brings evil things, oh, the reckoning begins
(You will open the yawning grave)
[Chorus]
Oh, you fool, there are rules, I am coming for you
(You can run, but you can't escape)
Darkness brings evil things, oh, the reckoning begins
(You will open the yawning grave)
This is one of those times when I am super entranced by a thing and desperately want to make that thing a story. The visuals and vibe and mood that this song has are marvelous and yet, I don’t have a good enough plot to say, yes, I’ve got it! Plus the mood I want to capture is so specific that I'm massively intimidated about being able to pull it off. Like, it feels grim and I don't think I could write a long, grim story. I just don't have that kind of stamina. It might need to be a short story, which I haven't done very many of those, but I'm always wanting to.
So the very hazy idea that I’m working with is that Harry is Death (and the narrator of the song). Tom, wanting to beat Death, charms Harry and Harry takes him under his wing. But Tom betrays Harry and steals something that … keeps him immortal?? I love the idea of it being Harry’s heart. Something about that being both symbolic and literal just scratches my brain. And obviously from the song, our narrator is steadily and relentlessly tracking down the fool. I like to think that Harry is intent on righting the wrong that Tom has done, whether it's just a personal wrong or a wrong that's actually upset the balance of things, idk. The problem with this is that any ending I think of feels quite tragic. I know tragedies aren't bad, but this feels like a meh tragedy. It feels like an adult going up to a kid and taking away their phone cuz they’re acting out and saying, ‘you can’t have this anymore’, and walking away. I want the story to have more weight than that but I haven’t figured out what that will be. I may never. But by god, I love the song and it’s a story that I’ll keep stewing on.
… hold on … maybe Harry is both Life and Death. You get a sense that our narrator is both the one who creates as well as the one who takes away. So maybe our fun twist could be by the end Harry and Tom are two sides of the same coin?? Intriguing … and maybe to deal with the problem of the story feeling monotonous with Harry tracking down Tom and being all stoic and grim is to include side characters who either come across Harry or join Harry on his travels. I've done a lot of stories where I focus on Tom's POV but I haven't really done one that centers mostly on Harry. That could be a fun experiment to explore a vengeance seeking Harry who becomes a bit more understanding as the story progresses. Because it's always interesting to explore god-like characters because they are innately not human. And Harry is such a more human character than Tom is, for instance, so making Harry transition from a rule-following, balance-keeping entity to something more empathetic to the human experience because he falls in love with a mortal who then literally steals his heart could be interesting. Hmmm ... stewing continues!
Thank you for asking me about this one! I think I like this new angle.
hey this is being-luminous <3 please say more about Dredge AU I am so intrigued!
Hi @being-luminous! Thank you for the ask.
I don’t know if you know anything about it, but Dredge is a cozy horror video game. You play as a fisherman who crashes into some rocks one night and the town supplies you a new boat. You have to fish to pay off your debt. In my re-imagining of the game, Tom is our fisherman. Which, I just gotta say, is so funny to me. Turning Tom Riddle into a cranky, bearded fisherman is everything to me. And of course there will be people who will need his help (gotta have side quests) and he won’t want to help them but he does. And he’s so annoyed about it.
Now, you may be thinking, if he’s been given a boat, couldn’t he just … motor away? And yes, he could. And he’ll seriously consider it. But he doesn’t because of some unexplainable feeling. Something has drawn him to this town. Something that he can’t put into words, but it’s enough to make him stay.
As he starts to fish and explore the surrounding islands and towns, he discovers something troubling. Some fish are highly fucked up. They are distorted and mutated and unlike anything he’s ever seen before. It doesn’t seem possible that they’re alive, and yet they are. He also starts hallucinating, especially when he’s on the water at night. He’s chased by sea monsters and starts hearing things. He even begins to remember things about a young man who he swears he’s never met before.
As the story progresses, Tom starts to realize that he has actually been to this town before. That he actually had a whole life and had a finance, but something happened that stole his memories and stole his lover.
And he wants to get them back.
Some characters that I know will be in this:
Snape will be the fishmonger to whom Tom sells his catch to. It makes me so happy whenever I can include Snape in a story. ^^
Trelawney will be the lighthouse keeper.
Dumbledore will be the mysterious stranger who helps Tom along the way. I won’t spoil this for those who haven’t played the game, but the mysterious stranger is someone that I’m changing a lot to fit my plot.
Fudge will be the town mayor.
Crouch will be the previous mayor who went insane.
Mad-Eye Moody will be the crashed airman.
Hermione will be the lonely researcher.
Ron will be the abandoned dog that is given to Hermione to keep her company. (Sorry Ron, but that just makes me laugh so much.)
Harry will be the lost lover.
And Voldemort will be the cursed monster that was stupidly released upon the area and who’s causing all the trouble.
Voldemort’s body is different, up close.
With every breath, she feels Voldemort’s chest press against her own, feels the warmth of her — blood hot and terribly alive — even through the nightshirt. She can hear it, too, breath and blood moving like a subterranean river, an echo of herself. Half-magic, half-flesh. Still, a body. They ate not long ago. If she reaches out, touches a hand to that concave belly, will she feel the organs moving underneath?
Her palms itch.
She swallows.
“Voldemort, then,” she concedes, and feels that foreign pleasure again, dripping through her like a warm rain.
in which the E rating is not yet earned, but we'll get there eventually
ok so first of all i swear im not going to start any new fics until my vampire fest fic is done and 100% posted, but dark souls lore has me in a chokehold and i know for a fact there's a fic in here somewhere
edit: one day i will learn to stop making promises about not starting new projects lmao. anyway. my brain is spinning with ideas and who knows what will come out
It’s a miserably hot and muggy August evening, and Harry Potter is dying.
AKA: “I didn’t know where else to go” vampire edition
the first chapter of my fic for the 2025 Tomarrymort Vampire fest, ft. vampire!Harry, eventual scarcrux shenanigans, and a Voldemort who has no idea what to do with his suddenly immortal (former?) enemy
Welcome to the land of the dead, the undead, and the horrifically cursed lives of Harry and Tom/Voldemort. Indulge in the inherent lust and gluttony of the vampiric season this gratuitously lonesome and melancholic autumn by contributing to the vampire fest! Interested? Here are the short list of rules we've got:
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yet another reverse trope piece to get it out of my system. this time: tomarry + accidentally kidnapping a mafia boss
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He flicks the light on, and the idiots he calls friends freeze, caught. The heavy door swings shut behind them, trapping the fog of cheap beer and smoke that followed them in. Hermione brushes past him to open a window. Meanwhile, Harry needs a moment just to take in how fucking wasted they are. They’re stumbling standing up, and even from across the room, there’s not a clear eye visible among them.
“What the fuck?” Ron mutters behind him.
Harry couldn’t agree more.
Normally, this would be the point where Harry kicks them right back out the door and crawls back into bed. Unfortunately, he can’t exactly do that this time, because — “S’Malfoy!” Cormac shouts, to much protest from the other drunken morons in the room. He struggles to lift the unconscious man he’s dragged into Harry’s flat higher. The very much dark-haired man.
“That is not Draco Malfoy,” Harry says.
“Yes it is!” Zacharias protests. He elbows his way forward, sticks his finger in the strange man’s face. “You said ‘e was the posh, pretty one.”
“Malfoy is blond.”
Justin is the next to try: “It was dark!”
“They look nothing alike!”
“Well I’m sorry, Potter,” Seamus slurs, “but we can’t all be an expert on Malfoy’s features.”
“Really?! Now?”
What began as a whispered argument quickly grows louder, until the inevitable happens. The stranger wakes with a jolt, wrenching himself from Cormac’s unsteady grip so violently that everyone in the room takes a step back, then stills. The hairs on the back of Harry’s neck rise. The man lands on his knees, and his shoulders jerk as he tries to pull his arms free from where they’re bound behind his back.
“Who are you?” he snarls when that doesn’t work. Even blindfolded, Harry can feel the glare he aims around the room. “Were am I?”
For a long moment, no one says anything. Then: “Harry’s flat,” Cormac says, slurred almost beyond recognition.
The man’s head tilts, inviting more. “Harry?”
Harry practically teleports across the room, one hand clasped over Cormac’s mouth, hissing in his ear, “Don’t—”
“Haarrrry Pottteerrr,” Cormac says anyway, muffled but unmistakable.
And now it’s Harry’s turn to sway on his feet, blood rushing in his ears. He’s going to faint. He is. But first, he’s going to fucking murder Cormac McLaggen.
inspired by a list of reverse tropes i saw floating around a while back. here's a snippet from harrymort + true hate's kiss
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“It might be worth it, you know,” Ron says later over dinner, voice hushed and sounding sorry even as he says it.
Harry stares at him in disbelief. “Woh?”
“Don’t you want to fix this?”
Harry waves him on, begging him to elaborate.
“An enemy, Harry,” Hermione takes over. She’s giving him that look she sometimes gets, the one that says she thinks he’s being dense on purpose. “Madam Pomfrey was quite clear. It’s the only way to break the curse.”
“Ymene na t’nsi Yoflam. Mrow a s’eh.”
Hermione’s brow furrows. “Not an enemy…” she translates. “Then, who?”
Harry’s gaze drifts to the staff table, to a certain grease stain dressed in all black. Hermione follows his gaze, then pales, eyes wide. “You can’t kiss a teacher,” she hisses, incredulous.
Ron chokes on his bite of potatoes, hurriedly puts down his fork and looks sick. “Mate…”
Harry throws up his hands, drawing all sorts of looks from his housemates and a few eavesdropping Hufflepuffs. He ignores them with practiced ease. “Neht, od ot desoppus I ma tahw? Reverof siht ekil gniklat peek?”
Hermione tugs anxiously at her hair, gaze flitting over the hall. “There has to be someone else.”
Senara, as a resident serious adult with a good grasp on the UK political and cultural landscape, AND the Harry Potter fandom, may I ask:
What impact does the fandom actually have on policies that impact transgender people?
I want to be the best ally I can be to trans folk, and I have seen discussions advocating that the Harry Potter franchise falling into oblivion is the only real way to de-platform JK Rowling.
I don’t entirely disagree - but I also suspect that the fandom as we know on Tumblr and Discord could be a much less influential bubble than it thinks itself to be, and not the main target audience for new movies, shows, and merchandising.
Is simply not consuming products from the franchise enough, or is engaging in extremely niche discussions on a cloudless micro-blogging platform still fanning the fire of Harry Potter, and giving ammunition to JKR to continue on her rampage of infantilising those who challenge her and targeting trans rights?
I don’t want to be naive or wilfully ignorant about my participation in this culture. But I want to know if blogging about Snupin smut and reading fanfiction on free independent platforms still trickles down to making JKR’s voice louder.
I also sometimes think that Harry Potter achieved the status of undeniable cultural staple, and oblivion is simply not an option - much like Alice in Wonderland and Peter Pan. I can force myself to forget and never engage with it again, but is it at all realistic in a global scale?
Is there an erroneous assumption that most of us on tumblr and discord are on team “fuck JKR, read fanfcition and pirate the books”? Or are offline elder millennials buying HP merch and reading the books to their kids carrying the franchise on their backs?
Or none of this matters, because HP is already part of the popular imagination, and it’s the tragedy of our times that big corporations will inevitably milk it forever?
Hope this is not too much of an awkward question, I really appreciate your insights
the way that the fandom impacts trans rights is by earning jkr money.
jkr's public transphobia - her comments on twitter etc. - absolutely contributes to recruiting others to the anti-trans cause, and that shouldn't be downplayed.
but being loud and wrong on social media isn't the same as having political or legal authority - jkr doesn't have this, and she doesn't deserve people thinking she does.
how she causes material harm to trans people in the uk [which then hurts all trans people, because other places may choose to follow suit] is because she donates colossal sums of money to legal cases which challenge trans people's rights. it's not just yesterday's judgement from the uk supreme court - in which the plaintiff was an anti-trans group she's on the record as having donated £70,000 to - she does it all the time.
she can donate this money because it's loose change for her. she makes millions every year.
and it doesn't come from mid-tier detective fiction, does it?
so, yes, here is the first truth - if she doesn't earn any money from you, you're not contributing to the overarching way her anti-trans crusade has an impact, and that matters.
but there is also a second truth - that you need to go beyond that.
several things need to be borne in mind:
jkr is one of the most visible - if not the single most visible - transphobes in the world. but she's not the only one.
the tendency to make her the figurehead of a transphobic movement, and to assume that disengaging with harry potter without doing anything else is enough may be comforting. but it's also wrong.
indeed, a lot of the people who have the greatest power to harm trans rights are nowhere near as visible as jkr - politicians, lawyers, journalists, academics, doctors, and so on. the supreme court did not reach its judgement because of jkr. the assault on trans rights which will unfold from the judgement will not happen because of her.
i'm not saying this to deny jkr's influence or to imply that she's not dangerous.
i'm saying it because i think it's important to remember that she has a vested interest in you feeling tiny and hopeless in the face of her money - in you thinking that she's the head of a movement and that movement is winning.
instead, the uk terf movement is fragmented and riddled with internecine beef. plenty of its factions don't actually like jkr - and she doesn't like plenty of them.
it can be fought, and it can be fought at the grassroots while she's in her mouldy tower being a bigot on twitter.
it's worth being absolutely clear that yesterday's supreme court ruling was not - in and of itself - new legislation. the uk supreme court does not have the power to make new laws. only parliament can do that.
it was a "clarification" - which is to say that it was an interpretation - of existing legislation. it - by itself - doesn't compel an institution or organisation to change anything. and it is, therefore, an interpretation which can be pushed back against.
this has already started - there's an excellent summary of objections to the judgement, which also provides a rebuttal to the crowing many terfs are doing about how trans rights are being rolled back by pointing out all the ways in which they will not be surrendered:
However much campaign groups might try to claim otherwise, it will still be indirect discrimination to put a policy in place excluding trans
sadly, this is behind a paywall. it's summarised here, in an article from the same writer, a practising barrister who is a specialist in employment and discrimination law:
The supreme court judgment is contradictory and confused. And there seems no prospect of the Labour government sorting this out, says discri
and all of us can do things which enable that pushback to continue, above all, in making clear to our mps that they only have our votes if they - at a bare minimum - continue to defend trans rights.
find their contact details here:
Information on how to contact your local MP
if you have an mp who is clear that they support restrictions on trans rights, then actively oppose them - call for them to be reselected at the next election [sadly a while away...], canvas for an opponent etc.
support institutions which continue to defend trans rights. the supreme court judgement doesn't force places to, for example, ban trans women from entering women's toilets [parliament could pass legislation which does, but that doesn't exist yet, and that's why you need to contact your mp], but plenty will be frightened into doing so. be loud about how you value and will continue to use businesses and services which don't bend to transphobic pressure.
donate to trans charities. lots are circulating, but here are some specifically northern irish options, which tend to otherwise get overlooked:
The Rainbow Project is a LGBTQIA+ Charity based in Northern Ireland, providing health and wellbeing services for our community
Mermaids Northern Ireland delivers services to trans young people and the important people in their lives.
boost stories about the impact of transphobic legislation. it's crucial that you don't underestimate how little the average person knows about this [and about jkr's role in it in particular] - and this is something which helps anti-trans messaging sound more reasonable. but we can reach them first.
what you do with harry potter as a thing beyond this is always going to be subjective. i've set out more on my personal approach before - here - and, of course, you may do what you want.
but - since you've asked - i think two things are true:
on the one hand, harry potter is a juggernaut. the tumblr subsection of the fandom could disappear tonight and the impact would be minimal - harry potter is probably one of the most mainstream cultural products in the world.
and that's how it makes jkr money - branded merchandise, the theme parks, the studio tour, royalties from streaming, and so on.
fandom doesn't require you to engage with any of these. and i do think it's acceptable to understand a commitment not to give jkr money as a viable and sincerely significant harm-reduction strategy.
however.
on the other hand, the vitality of the fandom plays a role in making harry potter marketable. this is undeniable.
and this is the case for all areas of the fandom - i see a lot of cope ["jkr would hate my queer otp!"], but people can get sucked into liking harry potter through anything. having a non-canon take on things, or writing dead dove, or whatever doesn't prevent that.
but it's especially the case for areas of the fandom which are prominent in pop-culture independently of jkr.
i don't just mean the marauders subfandom here - i think we can all stand to grapple with this implication, and i think there's a tendency from people in less prominent fandom subsections to think that they don't have to, which exists at the other end of a spectrum from the tendency from people in the marauders subfandom to assume that their lax approach to canon absolves them from any connection to jkr.
this is a difficult circle to square because it's something which gives jkr visibility indirectly. there's no way, for example, that she's in contact with e.g. artists whose songs go viral in marauders tiktoks, whose youtube comments are then flooded with "can't believe i'm thinking about harry potter's dead dad 😭". and she doesn't earn money from it.
fanfiction and fanart also lives in this indirect space.
jkr doesn't gain any money from it - and that is important. it's also a medium which may engage with the subject matter of the series critically - through taking issue with how she writes about gender, for example - and this is important as well.
but she doesn't gain nothing from it either.
my personal view is that the only way to remain in fandom is two-fold:
as discussed, make sure you're actually doing something in defence of trans people in your real life...
and make sure that your indirect contribution to jkr's nonsense never becomes a direct one.
that is to say, don't spend any money.
and - and this is the important thing - actually mean that.
i think that a very important thing to do if you want to stay in the fandom is to work on building yourself a mental defence against the fear of missing out.
by which i mean... in the circles in which i move, people seem - at the moment - to universally agree that they won't be watching the new television adaptation.
but i find it very striking - and very concerning - that lots of people seem to be taking the view that doing this will be easy, because the tv show won't be any good.
i strongly - strongly - advise you to prepare yourselves for the opposite. expect that the show will be absolutely outstanding. deal with your disappointment in missing out in advance. and do not engage with it, no matter what it tries to tempt you with.
we are about to see an unprecedented level of fan service. every single complaint people made about the film series will be addressed. it's going to make sure that ron is written book-accurately. it's going to give romione or hinny or whatever as it "should have been" in the films. it's going to whip out some really big name casting [cillian murphy has had months to shut down the rumour that he's voldemort... and if it comes to pass, his casting will bring a legion of peaky blinders fans on board. do not be one of them.]. i would bet my house that it's going to make wolfstar canon.
and it's going to do this because it knows that's how people who have committed to not watching it will waver - that, when faced with "i've got the chance to see x done properly" or "god, i love y in everything else they're in", people will go "lol, no ethical consumption under capitalism" and consume anyway.
but there is a more ethical strand of harry potter consumption, and that's consumption which does all it can to limit its impact to only benefitting jkr indirectly, and which takes that task seriously.
Quick little taste of Confident!Harry + Petty!Harry + Bets + Lingerie
Harry rolls his eyes. Does Voldemort really believe he’ll be so easily cowed?
Harry lost, but he’s not entirely without his pride. No matter how intent Voldemort is on humiliating him, he won’t be scared away from fulfilling his end of the bargain. It isn’t how they work. If he doesn’t do this, Voldemort will use it as a precedent to renege on more important deals. That simply can’t happen.
Harry glances at his reflection one last time.
The panties are lacy and black, opaque only where they hold him. They’re tight enough that nothing is left to the imagination, which is more than a little discomfiting. Harry finds the top piece more salacious, though. It mirrors a bra in that there are straps and lace, but instead of covering his nipples, the fabric scoops neatly beneath his pectorals. His nipples are hard, peaked by the cool air. Between them fabric comes up to a point at the center of his chest. A thick, lacy black band puts his skin in sharp contrast.
He bites his lip, trying not to consider that he feels—well. Pretty.
It’s only the first day. Maybe he should…
Harry stares at the snake-patterned robe he’s discarded on the bed. It only reaches his upper thighs, but still conceals a good deal more of him than this.
Only that’s what Voldemort will expect him to wear: the most modest piece donned on the first day. As if Harry will give him the satisfaction of his shyness.
He knows very well how he looks. Even on someone like him, the garments are attractive. He’s determined to wear them as though they’re fine silken dress robes, rather than panties.
He collects his annoyance and strides to the door. The halls are expectedly empty as he moves through them, and he absently casts a warming charm on himself as he breaks into gooseflesh. It eases his discomfort in increments.
There’s noise in the dining room. Harry quirks a brow as the familiar bickering of the LeStrange brothers spills through the closed door. Voldemort didn’t—but of course he did.
Harry lost. Voldemort wants his humiliation to be on as large a stage as possible. Near the start of their time together, they entertained daily at breakfast, and nearly as often at dinner. Once it was clear that Harry wasn’t plotting Voldemort’s downfall, in need of constant supervision, or whatever other reason Voldemort may have kept them around for, the company became increasingly rare. Nowadays they rarely had a guest or two for dinner, Voldemort’s preference for being alone with him prevailing.
Well. Nothing to do for it.
Harry opens the doors with his magic—of course they’re closed off from the inner portion of the manor; Voldemort so loves his dramatic entrances—and walks in calmly. The clamour pauses. Twenty faces gape at him, or as close as the important little purebloods will allow themselves to it.
Malfoy starts what he's sure is meant to be a mocking laugh, though it just sounds strained. “Potter, what are you—you look r-ridculous!”
“Oh, this?” he asks, flicking a look down at his lack of clothing as if he finds it utterly insignificant. “I didn’t realise we had company. I always dress down for breakfast.”
There’s a choking sound from one of the minions. Harry meets red eyes and gives Voldemort a droll look. “You didn’t warn me; I’m afraid I’m underdressed. Shall I change?”
Voldemort does not say a word. His eyes burn into Harry, who shrugs loosely at the lack of response and strides forward, taking a seat at the opposite end of the table. Normally, they sit close enough for idle conversation, but they are doing power plays this morning, and there's no need to reward poor behaviour.
“Pass the toast, Rabastan,” he requests, only to find the man is making eye contact with his nipples rather than him. Harry snaps, and the man’s eyes shoot up. “I know I look pretty this morning, but my eyes are up here. This isn’t your reward. Now—the toast?”
He continues the meal like that, leaving breadcrumb after breadcrumb for even the densest of Voldemort’s followers to find. Then, as they’re all about to leave, Harry gestures around the table and says, lightly, “See, this is why I haven’t let you fuck me yet.”
Voldemort’s temper burns at his forehead, and he bares his teeth at him. “What’s wrong, Voldemort?” he asks, fiddling with the strap on his shoulder. “You won. Be proud.”
Voldemort’s mood successfully ruined, he pops the last bit of honeydew into his mouth and climbs to his feet.
“Have a lovely day, boys,” he calls over his shoulder, and strides from the room with purpose. Voldemort only has himself to blame for this. Surprisingly, the faintest stirrings of arousal trickle through their bond. He wasn’t aware Voldemort even felt attraction for people like that. The more you know.
I was thinking about that reverse trope list yesterday, specifically too much communication
And now I can’t stop thinking about a Harrymort version. Harry and Voldemort are in some sort of relationship, and it’s going pretty well. Meanwhile Harry and Scarcrux just fucking hate each other. They’ve been stuck in Harry’s head together for basically his entire life, and by this point they’re so entwined they can’t stop hearing each other’s every thought. Harry and Voldemort will be having a nice moment, or maybe even a sexy one, and then suddenly Harry is off having a forty-five minute argument with the voice in his head because Scarcrux hates the way Harry’s voice sounds today, and he’s making it everyone’s problem
Voldemort of course is soo mad about it but he just has to live with it. He quite literally did this to himself and anyway it’s not like he’d ever destroy one of his horcruxes
