au where people present once they reach 16 years of age
au where in certain circumstances, bad environments will force the body to present early or present late
au where harry evans presents as an omega at age 14, way before anyone in his year
au where tom riddle presents at 18, way after his yearmates
au where tom is enamored with harry, even before knowing his scent or what his own secondary gender is. how he begs and prays that he presents as an alpha, just for the chance to smell harry’s scent. just for the chance to have a relationship taht is coveted by wizarding culture.
au where tom is so obsessed with harry that he doesn’t notice how the other (older) students in hogwarts recoil from harry. how harry’s smile shows a far too many teeth. how his eyes, so green and fair, seem to tear into your soul. how the shadows follow harry around the cold, stony walls of hogwarts.
au where tom finally does present, an alpha, naturally, and goes to find harry. the moment he steps in the common room, a wall of scents hits him. all overpowered by one. its a deep, threatening smell. one of dark red wine and plums, of moss and dirt. of bone marrow and rot. it is damp and disgusting. it is red and beautiful. it envelops tom’s own scent, one of fire and desire incarnate, and strangles it. tom can’t breathe.
au where tom looks up and sees harry standing before him. smiling his too sharp smile, eyes wide, glowing green with desire (infatuation, even).
In all his years, Voldemort had never smelled something so..so intoxicating. Something that made his mouth water like a man in a desert finally finding his oasis.
He leaned down to bury his nostrils in the boy's scent gland. His eyelids fluttered closed as he took in a deep breath. His tongue darting out to lap at the tan, sweat ladden neck of the boy.
His right hand curled around the boys waist while his left raked into his hair, pulling his head to the side so Voldemort had more access to the delicious neck.
His thumb caressed the boy's hip, trying to cajole him into relaxing to his touch.
His teeth bit down on the extended skin, his lips felt the bounding pulse beneath it. He wrapped his lip around it and sucked, trying his hardest to bring the hot blood into his cold body.
The boy shuddered, a delightful moan escaping his lips. His alpha growled in pride, he had made the beautiful omega feel good. He-
"My lord?"
Voldemort's head snapped toward the voice. The voice of his follower, in a tone that was unmistakably utter confusion. He had to shake his head, trying his best to clear his mind of the lust clouding it as his alpha raged at being separated from the soft omega before him.
He took a step back, and then another, creating distance from the being clouding his judgment. He heard panting and a soft whine, and his attention focused back on the lovely creature.
The boy's soft, lovely face was flushed. The bruise upon his neck highlighted by the moonlight. His eyes were half lidded, from undoubtedly happiness from finding such a strong alpha. The boy took a deep breath, opened his eyes more and searched up his alphas body until it landed on Voldemort's face.
The little omega tensed again. His eyes darting between Voldemort and whatever was behind Voldemort.
He stared as the omega looked back into his eyes with unbridled defiance. His alpha purred in happiness.
He stared as the boy called for his wand and ran.
He stared as the boy grabbed a body and the trophy, effectively escaping his alpha. But it was fine.
Bound by Eternity Chapter 13 was around 1k words just yesterday... Now it's at 2,3k. After way too long (almost four months) I might be getting a new chapter out within the next week or two!
Here is a small, a bit over 200 words, sneak peek. And this is delicious. Harry goes feral in this chapter, and I love it.
[Trigger warning for violence.]
Harry stared at the kneeling man in front of him, hate and disgust obscuring his sight.
"Do you still think I would be better away from this table?" he purred, walking around [Redacted]. He could feel Tom's eyes on him, burning his soul like a sun scorching the ground.
"Y-yes," [Redacted] coughed, spitting blood on the ground. Harry kicked his side hard enough to make him fall. He didn't know where his wand was, but he didn't care about it. He didn't need it for this. He wanted to kill [Redacted], he craved feeling the hot blood under his fingertips, to bathe in it.
He put his foot on [Redacted]'s stomach, pinning him against the floor.
"Even when you are going to die for it? Even when you will be the example to all of your friends?" His connection with Tom pulsed with arousal, and Harry smirked down at [Redacted]. He was blamed for not being strong enough. He would show them all, show them that he was strong and could provide, protect, be the omega worthy of Tom's attention and adoration.
He kneeled, caressing [Redacted]'s cheek. The man smiled with his bloody teeth, and Harry was tempted to laugh at how easy it was to fool some of the alphas. [Redacted] should have known better. It was his own fault.
"I will enjoy feasting on your heart," Harry murmured, sliding his hands on [Redacted]'s chest
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Harry Potter/Tom Riddle, Lucius Malfoy & Tom Riddle
Characters: Harry Potter, Tom Riddle, Lucius Malfoy, Ginny Weasley, Hermione Granger
Additional Tags: Humor, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Omega Harry Potter, Alpha Tom Riddle, Alpha Lucius Malfoy, Size Kink, Teen Crush, Jealousy, Jealous Tom Riddle, Young Tom Riddle, Harry Potter & Tom Riddle Attend Hogwarts Together, Pureblood Culture (Harry Potter), Romance, Hogwarts Prefect Tom Riddle, Hogwarts Prefect Harry Potter
Summary:
Lucius stared at him. “You are…not…courting Potter?
“No? Why would you, or anyone, assume that?“
Granger, over from the Gryffindor bench shot him a deathly glare, and jumped up,
“How dare you play with his emotions like that!“ She said, before emptying her glass of pumpkin juice over his head.
Tom stared after her, puzzled and wet.
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in which Tom is oblivious and jealous, but mostly oblivious
brief recap: harry is an unsettling omega who presented way before any of his peers. tom is an extremely late bloomer but has always been interested in harry, even wo knowing his smell. when tom finally presents as an alpha and is able to smell harry, he now understands why people avoid the other. he reeks of death.
in which tom and harry overturn traditional courting customs
cw// animal death
tom’s biggest fear is and always will be death. the idea that everything he’s ever lived for will one day come to a halt once he breathes his final breath is terrifying.
harry has been tom’s greatest wish from the moment he met the other.
harry’s scent is.. alarming. quite frankly, it’s extremely disturbing. its heavy and damp. it lingers on fabric and never fully goes away. it doesn’t exactly help that harry avoids using scent patches. “a waste of money when my scent will leak through anyway”, he claims.
maybe this is why tom starts to feel wary around harry. why he stiffens up when harry gets too close to tom’s unmarked neck. his scent gland, ready to be bitten. or why he began to walk quickly out of class rather than waiting for harry to pack up (he never had anything out in the first place.)
unfortunately, tom didn’t realize that harry loved the chase.
traditional courting customs say that the more dominant gender within the relationship must be the one to court the other. over the span of seven months, they must gift the other seven different gifts. if at any moment, the courted wishes to reject the courter, they must send all of the gifts back.
needless to say, tom was not expecting a black box with a deep green bow to land in front of him during supper. he couldn’t see what had dropped the package off, moving quickly in a blur of black shadow.
looking at the high quality of the velvet bow, tom felt a sense of curiosity fill him. he could feel the eyes of his yearmates watching him, but he couldn’t find it in himself to care. the box emanated an odd energy, almost like it was something he shouldn’t be opening in the great hall.
like pandora, tom untied the bow and lifted the lid of the box.
his eyes widened once he realized what it was. the dead body of a white rabbit. its little neck was bent at an impossible angle, dried blood coating its fur. its eyes were glazed over, like the animal was still alive, only under a charm.
tom could feel his face pale when he understood what this gift referenced. back when he had maimed and gifted (secretly) poor little billy his beloved pet rabbit, days after he had thrown tom’s things out of the window.
he remembered how the other boy sobbed, fat tears streaming down his face. tom wanted to billy to cry more, for him to look exactly like how his rabbit did. tom wanted to be the one to do it. it was only cruel fate that billy would be adopted a week later.
tom was so absorbed in his own thoughts that he didn’t register the gasps around him.
“circe above, what could this mean?!” black asked, already assuming that tom was being threatened. tom barely had a chance to respond when a noise came from the box.
the rabbit slowly got out of the box. leaving a trail behind it, it walked across the table. silence grew on the slytherin table when the rabbit walked by. gasps and gags erupted, everyone’s eyes glued to the limping corpse.
by the time the rabbit reached the very end of the table, professor slughorn had noticed the body approaching with great alarm. however, when he got up, wand ready, the rabbit seized. with a disgusting gurgle, the rabbit exploded in a boom of guts, blood, and shards of bone. a flash of red flew above the heads of the great hall, drifting with the draft of hogwarts.
the great hall echoed with screams, crowds of students jumping from their tables and pushing one another out the door. the carnage painted the slytherin table in a sheen of crimson. slughorn, who had fainted from the close proximity of the explosion, was covered in rabbit intestines.
it was unnatural, the amount of matter that erupted from the rabbit’s small body. the amount of blood was far too great as well.
slytherin stayed glued to their seats. shock and fear keeping them frozen in place. tom’s hands couldn’t stop shaking. he felt light headed in a way that no calming draught could fix.
in his turmoil, he hadn’t noticed the blur of red approaching him. it was only with a gentle (trembling) nudge from black, that he looked up.
a red envelope landed gently in front of him.
the entirety of slytherin watched as tom riddle, slowly, cautiously, opened the letter. (so shocked that he never considered that whoever sent that package had evil intent.)
“to my dearest tom m. riddle, i send this gift to you as my formal proposal of courting. you have failed to bore me, your presence always welcome. your eyes that shine with an inhuman red glow mesmerise me. your intelligence and thirst for power light a fire within me. i hope you enjoy the gifts that will come your way. i know that i will take immense pleasure in creating them.”
despite the lack of signature, tom knew immediately who had sent the proposal. silently, tom looked forward, past the frozen faces of the slytherins around him.
there sat one harry evans. that same sharp smile wide spread wide across his face. eyes that beamed with something sinister yet soft.
tom could blankly register now the smell of death that hugged him. rot that seeped out of the stone walls of hogwarts. a dampness that snapped the other inhabitants out of their daze, forcing them up out of their seats and out of the great hall. tom wondered distantly when the professors had left the hall, if anyone besides he and harry ever entered.
tom’s tongue felt heavy in his mouth. the air was tense and thick, their scents mixing together to create a truly heavy smell. tom watched as harry gracefully got out of his seat and walked towards tom.
tom watched as harry placed a slim finger (with sharp nails) under his chin and used his thumb to press on tom’s lip. his nail pierced through, blood beading out of the small cut on tom’s lip.
tom watched as harry smiled as he leaned forward, giving tom a gentle, hardly there, kiss.
tom watched as harry pulled back, only inches away from his face. that smile back on his face, only with a small smudge of blood coating harry’s bottom lip.
tom watched as harry’s tongue licked the blood away, the way harry’s scent strummed in delight.
tom listened to harry whisper against his lips, something soft and barely audible, before leaving tom alone in the great hall.
@shyinsunlight @toast-ranger-to-a-stranger @ictyn — I’d love to see what you guys are working on! 💖
Here’s a snippet from an Alpha Tom Riddle / Alpha Harry Potter WIP I’ve been kicking around. Out of all the 9 possible ABO configurations, I'm partial to Alpha/Alpha for this ship, and I’ve only read @itsevanffs’s amazing beautiful PWP (link), and it had me craving MORREEEEEE
So here is the tentatively titled “THUNDER⚡️DOME” and there’s a lot of violent fighting and a lot of violent fucking. This scene picks up right after Harry and Tom’s wands connect with Priori Incantatum in a duel to the death:
