I am a huge Tales of nerd and this blog is mostly Tales. I will occasinally reblog stuff from other fandoms. I am obsessed with Chronos from Tales of Xillia 2; hes my angry kitty spirit. I also part-time RP as Chronos on here until I get a seperate blog.
Voldemort had been vanquished by a mere infant. Stripped of his body, he spent nearly a decade clinging to life by inhabiting the bodies of snakes and other creatures, waiting—hoping—for his followers to find him.
Then, one day, he drifted back into Muggle London, drawn by whispers of the boy who had destroyed him. He hadn’t meant to return, not yet. But curiosity, or perhaps something deeper, pulled him there.
And that’s when he saw him.
A scrawny boy with messy dark hair, cornered by a group of jeering children. No protection. Just a child, small and alone.
Voldemort watched from the shadows, and for reasons he couldn’t quite name, he didn’t like what he saw.
I told you, I’m not buying a condo in this ship, but I brought back a souvenir from my trip.
Man, this ship is WILD. You’ve got everything from young Tom Riddle to double-penised Voldemort. I’ve read some of the most-fucked up things from this end of the fandom. Y’all are unashamedly monstrous. It’s been refreshing! I do think it’s hilarious that so many fics find a way to make Voldemort into a Tom Riddle/Voldemort hybrid just to, at least, give him hair and a nose.
Anyway, below the cut is hairless and noseless Voldemort. If you care.
Idk if this has a name but I love the harrymort fic trope where nagini takes one look at Harry and goes "yep mine now" entirely independent of whatever the fuck Voldemort is doing. Mostly because my boy desperately deserves affection and protection and I trust Nagini to accomplish this task but also because Snake Cuddle.
Let me see a War Bride Harry who is only comfortable in the bedroom. During the day there's always a low buzz of anxiety underneath his skin; whether it be because he's worried about his friends, how everyone could be slandering his name in Magical Britain, or even the mundane task of getting out of bed in the morning. Harry feels sick to his stomach at all times - out of place and wary in a house that's not his own.
Except for when his monstrous, snake like husband holds him down and fucks the thoughts out of his head and kisses him with a fascinating split tongue that can lick away his pain.
Or maybe Magizoologist Harry who happens upon a monster in the forest and returns with snake bites that he defensively refuses to get treated. He insists they feel good. He keeps going back to the forest, returning worse for wear each time, until one day he disappears. (Some say they can still hear his screams - Voldemort would be flattered to know his dicks could make the forest echo)
What about Omega Harry Potter - a size queen that can no longer be sated by a regular human dick - who hunts down Voldemort (rumored to be the biggest humanoid creature around) to see if he can fit all of him at once because Harry's heat just won't break without him.
Auror Harry who can't be trusted with hunting down their large, spindly, snake-like target because Voldemort hisses poison in his ear and Harry loves it.
Muggle cam-boy Harry Potter who seduces eldritch creatures for content only to regret summoning Voldemort. He’s ruined for anything else.
Hogwarts professor Harry who can't resist sneaking into the Chamber at night to ride Voldemort until dawn. Harry would be horrified to know that the students were dying because of his recklessness, but he’s too wet between his legs every night to find out. In fact, Voldemort thinks, Harry should be grateful. It keeps him right where Harry needs him most.
Post Canon Harry falling asleep unsatisfied after trying for a baby with Ginny. He dreams of getting pumped full of eggs.
Quidditch player Harry whose performance is steadily declining because Voldemort, to increase his vitality, takes Harry's energy with every kiss. Voldemort doesn’t tell him, but Harry suspects as much. He still allows Voldemort to have him before and after games, under the bleachers and in the changing rooms. Harry is addicted to his twin cocks, the way one rubs against his own while the other batters the deepest parts of him. He can't get enough of the sharp claws that could easily cut him open teasing around a nipple, his prehensile tongue that Harry could hollow his mouth around like he would a dick sliding over his skin at the same time.
This monster Voldemort erasure needs to end. He's tall and serpentine and bald and fanged and Harry is very deranged and cock drunk about all of it.
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