WIP Snippets! ✨
I know I've been working on Spy AU a lot lately, so here is some proof that I haven't neglected everything else. 😅💕 These are snippets from the WIPs I'm actively working on.
When You Weren't Looking (37k) Ch. 13
In moments like these, a not so small part of Harry wonders what a future together might be like, if he let matters play out, if he never betrays Voldemort, which he must inevitably do. Voldemort certainly values Harry's company, and he speaks frequently of matters as though Harry will always be at his side, as if this is a given in his world. Their world. What if Harry lets go of all his morals and just…
Pledged (44k) Ch. 10
"I want him to die," Tom says, his voice rough, as if he's been the one screaming this entire time. His breath, his body, shudders as he faces Harry, and he draws his shoulders straight. He's never looked taller. "Tell me why his life is more important than mine."
7 (71k) Ch. 17
"Harry?" Tom murmurs. "Mmm?" Harry mumbles. "Who is Voldemort?"
Love Don't Die (26k) Ch. 8
Can we not go anywhere without her there? Ever since Harry and I unofficially announced our courtship, Ginevra Weasley has found her way into most of our outings. Why can't we escape her? What chance does she think she has with my Harry? She's old, discarded goods. He left her ages ago. To chase him still, even when he's with another—this is pathetic!
Blood Like Candy (17k) Ch. 8
Tom sighs, lost to the sweet haze of pleasure he hadn't realized how sorely he'd miss when he decided to walk away. Harry's blood coats his mouth and chin, and his own glistens on his flesh and Harry's lips like a candy red apple under the candlelight. He could spend eternity like this, unraveling beneath Harry's care, and never for a second want to return to the colorless, haunted existence he had before.
Indecent Harvest (26k) with @duplicity-writes Ch. 4
Harry scoffed, the sound more fond than annoyed. That tight anger stayed around his eyes. "It's for the swelling. What happened? What did he do? Did he punch you? Are those strangle marks?" The questions came out like punches themselves, and Tom's lips pressed together. Harry sighed at the sight of it. "Damn it, don't do this to me. Please. I know you said you don't want my protection, but you have it, Tom."
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