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weird alterhuman problems for me is being violently upset that im not in agonizing pain

I want to be sore all over my body

like let me grow my teeth :(

let my legs bend in directions they absolutely should not be able to :(

let my hands shift into paws (which is extremely painful the way I imagine it being and feeling) :(

small price to pay to be wolp COME ONNN

#werewolf shit #werewolf #this isnt kink or desire for self destruction i prommy #therian #physically nonhuman #nonhuman #physical therian #therianthropy #alterhuman #otherkin

lie (can't hope)

Synopsis:

"She is hiding a dangerous secret from the Head Boy."

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same age head girl/head boy AU. written for the tomione trope fest 2023. I said this would be a oneshot (I lied)

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Chapter 2 sneak preview

Omega.

The word itself made her flinch.

“You’re mistaken.” Her voice was hoarse from screaming, and weaker than she would’ve liked. “I’m not -”

“But that's what you really are, aren't you? An Omega. A prize, in the eyes of many … and to think, you were hiding under my nose for what, a year? Longer? Come, you must tell me.” His words were gentle, coaxing, his face rearranged into a mask of kindness. “How did you manage it? I've never heard of an Alpha becoming an Omega.”

Riddle trailed a fingertip along the newly-sensitive bump in her wrist. She jerked at the sensation, and turned her head away.

He laughed, and before, she would have found the sound grating. Obnoxious. Now, the bass of his laughter reverberated deep in her gut. A distant voice in the back of her head shouted at her, revolted that she was happy he found her amusing -

“Please,” she begged, struggling to right herself with her wrists and ankles bound, “you can’t tell anyone about this; I’ll do anything -”

Riddle smiled. “You will, won’t you? You will do anything, exactly as I wish, and what I wish, Hermione, is for you to prostrate yourself before me, figuratively speaking, and to answer my questions."

He rose smoothly to sit himself comfortably by the long-dead fire, attention briefly diverted to lazily wave his wand towards the Common Room door.

"In fact, nothing would please me more ... Oh …” Riddle trailed off softly, eyes hungrily drinking her in, for Hermione had, without her usual protest, instinctively obeyed his order and rolled onto her knees in front of him, bound wrists tucked under her tailbone.

Like a trussed-up lamb, ready for slaughter.

Like a sacrifice.

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Read Chapter 1 here