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Hehehe hey tord?
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Hehehe hey tord?
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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Harry Potter/Tom Riddle | Voldemort Characters: Harry Potter, Locket Tom Riddle Additional Tags: Horcruxes, Horcrux Tom Riddle, Dubious Consent, Blow Jobs, Manipulation Summary:
“I’m afraid, Harry, we’re going to have to trust each other.” Harry tensed but Riddle seemed, improbably, to be serious. He was looking at Harry steadily, no mockery in his eyes, entirely ignoring the trickle of blood still drying on his temple. “Just in this,” Riddle continued, not lowering his gaze. “I like this less than you do, I assure you. But if either of us is to survive the coming weeks, we must work together.”
Harry finds the locket at Grimmauld Place, but it has a curse laid on it. When Harry triggers it, he finds himself trapped with the locket version of Tom Riddle, both of them stuck within the enchantment until they can find the way out. Or so Harry thinks.
Fanfic update
Which would you rather have me update??
Bes | ide- tomtord ( high school au) chapter 2-- wattpad 🔝Tord ⬇️ Tom
Red's- tomtord (future au) chapter 8 (smut)-- wattpad 🔝Tord ⬇️ Tom
Or
It's for the good of humanity... Tomtord (Omegaverse) one shot (smut) -- Ao3 🔝Tom ⬇️ Tord
A message to the person on AO3 making Top Tom say "you want some of Daddy's milkies" fuck you, you referring to cum as milk is not gonna make me drink milk, stop it
Do you know any good Tomtord with sub Tord?
ohohoh!~
!!SINSWORLD RECS UNDER THE CUT!!
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I wanted to draw something different....sooo...i drew Tord smol & Tom tall..
[Premise/rules];
• Male omegas aren't naturally born.
• There is a high demand on male omega's leading to slavery, forced breeding, poor birthing conditions to create male omegas.
• The leader is looking for a mate, through gathering up all the omegas his army can muster and basically playing a game of tinder, omegas not chosen get sent back.
• The army is a very globally feared concept.
• Dystopian future basically.
[Character names/roles];
• Tom, blue leader, Thompson
1. Leader of said army, decent guy actually, little bit of anger issues but that's it. (Alcoholic)
• Tord, (no last name)
1. Born from said forced breeding, he was forced into presenting as an omega. Escaped one night, has been living at an orphanage ever since. Steals to live, lives to steal. Malnorished, but he's doing fine.
[Storyline/exposition];
Tord had only seen the leader from a magazine, shirtless. Tord chuckled to himself, this was the big and power leader~?, the omega seemed intrigued. Chiseled, no eyes and half of his body cover in scars, paired with a striking blue and gold robotic arm. Tord got out his letter making supplies, stolen, of course. He held his pen high before starting to write a letter, posing as a female, though if the leader was smart and payed attention to this town he'd know Tord was a male omega.
[Possible roleplay starters?];
1. Tom hadn't kept up his male so when he finally checked it one night he was surprised to see a letter with no adress. Tom had three, and Tord was on his way to deliver the fourth. 'My Dearest, Blue Leader? Or should I just adress you as Blue? Anyways, you'll never see me in your little omega gather it up, nor have you seen me, good luck finding me. I do like your arm, it's striking.. you'll continue to get my letters, Forever yours, Red.' Signed with a heart. The letter smelled like a sweeter version of an apple crumble with caramel. Then another Letter slide under his door and Tom was quick to track down that Omega before 'Red' could escape.
If you don't give top Tom a-Rockin' set of tits or a curtsy dad bod, we can't be comrades, change my mind, twinks.