hello friend! i already talked a bit about that fic in this ask, but to summarize: it’s a dark jamesmort a/b/o story that i may or may not want to completely rewrite before finishing it.

voldemort is an omega who took advantage of his biology in a way that served his purpose, subverting the usual trope of ‘being an ambitious omega sucks but i managed to go this far because i took suppressants to hide my identity and/or put in thrice the effort.’

conversely, james is an alpha who doesn’t know shit about how his own body works, because the system encouraged suppressants to tame his instincts since he was young. of course, voldemort is very aware of this particular weakness and thoroughly exploits it.

here is an unedited excerpt (cw: mention of torture and wounds):

“I'd always known those to be falsehoods. I am Lord Voldemort; every part of me is an asset in my quest for greatness. The vessel that is my body could not, ever, be made to depend on someone else's whims and desires. That left only one possibility: Slytherin was right, and we'd all been fed lies and propaganda.”

“Because propaganda has no space in your world, right? Except when it serves you,” James retorted with a wry laugh, shaking his head. The movement made his head spin even more than before, worsening his dizziness and chipping away at the precious last dregs of his ability to keep a coherent train of thought.

“You so enjoy clinging to those lies, believing that suppressing yourself was the only way to be a paragon of virtue. I saw it in your thoughts—how fiercely you protected your beloved Beta from your dangerous, irrational Alpha nature. Do you feel virtuous now, James Potter, when your precious potions aren't here to dam the intensity of the power you inherited? Are your morals satisfied now that you're at your enemy's feet, unravelled by a hint of their scent?”

Then Voldemort did it—he released whatever hold he had on his scent glands, filling the room with his intoxicating presence. James suffocated in it, shocking himself again by letting his magic flare against his bonds and being punished for it; his arms were a burnt mess, more than even before, oozing blood and fluids.

No pain registered in his mind. He wanted, wanted, wanted, viciously and ferociously, teeth bared, panting, salivating for it. Everything else fell away in a meaningless heap. What could he ever desire more than this? More than the delicious, alluring creature in front of him? He needed that smooth, pale skin under his teeth, that mouth on his, he needed to taste and feel and touch and bite and he needed to be closer, to be inside of him. Beautiful, perfect, delicious, magnificent, all for James to take—

Rules: Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it!

thanks for the tag @tomarryherewewhoaagain and @being-luminous!! 💕 i’ve already posted some of my wip titles here and i haven’t written much since, but this will be the updated version 😂

Harry Potter - Tomarrymort

slumber party

slumber party - deleted scenes

quidditch notes

Harry Potter - Jamesmort (aka james/voldemort):

you were unholy

Sherlock - Mystrade

hello friend! thank you for the ask 💖

the answer is: my current wip! i've been courting the idea of writing a/b/o for a while, but i wouldn't have thought that i'd ever choose the pairing james potter/voldemort for one of my works.

in truth, this trope (and this ship) has been a lot of fun to play with. i usually tend to shy away from the darker, more visceral side of emotions and behaviors, so this time that's exactly where i'm putting my focus, stretching my author muscles and all that.