#omega harry potter

[lumhos]

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).

au where harry smells like death.

au where tom is the last to find out.

[xx-thedarklord-xx]

Merry Christmas! And coincidentally it’s also the one year anniversary of my smutty omegaverse featuring possessive Omega Harry and soft Alpha Draco. Which sounds like just as good of a time as present unwrapping to me!

The Scent of You (Inside me)

Just because the war ended didn’t mean that Draco had to be nice to Potter. Their fights continued, their arguing never mellowed, and it landed them in detention, smack dab in the middle of the Forbidden Forest—again.

Oh, and Potter was in heat too.

[eris-eveningstar]

Okay so I'm spending time planning out the next chapters of my fic (as you fall to the depths of desire), and I was trying to plan out Harry's outfit for Slughorn's Christmas bash (which won't be until Chapter 14 or 15, sorry), and half of the outfits I have in mind...oh boy....🥵

If Harry wears any of those outfits he's sure to get a nice little surprise from Tom in 9 months....

[hptrash-lookaway]

Thinking about how presentations are just like another part of puberty in those universes that everyone responds to so dramatically

And rn I’m thinking about Harry presenting as an omega and having to hold a press conference because the Wizarding World would be like “our savior?? an omega???” but to Harry it’s like getting your first pimple or starting your menstrual cycle and having to hold a whole fucking press conference about it, it’s so funny to me but at the same time I’d be so mad and humiliated in that scenario

[hp-fanfic-archive]

the kids aren't alright by Violettavonviolet (@violettavonviolet) Pairing: Gen, Harry & Hermione & Ron Rating: T Word Count: 5k Harry had no pack, that was a fact. It came right at the bottom of the laundry list of his faults, below being a ‘freak’ and not having parents. Ron is part of the biggest pack in all of Wizarding Britain, it's only to be expected that he gets forgotten about sometimes, he's only Ron after all, not special in any way that counts. Hermione had her parents but had never had real friends before. After an incident with a troll, she finds it's easy to get along with people that actually like you. (Luckily, they find a pack in each other, a friendship that holds strong through all the hardships) Or: The golden trio as they grow into a somewhat (very) codependent pack, because they don't need anybody else

[intotheomegaverse]

Wanted: Alpha Severus Snape for Roleplay paired with Omegas Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter

[d00medbythenarrative]

Tom Riddle, alias Lord Voldemort, circa 1999

It was sometime in November when Harry found the old camera, which, no doubt recalled the times when Tom Riddle Senior lived in this house. The camera was muggle, heavy and photos were black and white and unmoving. It was, however, a way to pass time, especially in winter months, when the manor felt more like a prison than ever.

Harry took a liking to taking pictures of the house. Simple things. The sun beams in the kitchen, the unmade bed, empty halls with old paintings. It was fun.

Harry did not know how or when the camera roll filled itself not with photos of the manor but Tom. Him sitting at the writing desk, quill in hand, a small crinkle between his brows, black robes pooling beneath his feet. Him leaning on the kitchen counter, head tilted to the side, hair falling into his eyes and watching the slowly boiling pot. Him in their bed, sleeping on his side, face pressed into the pillow drowning in velvet sheets, shoulder naked.

His favourite photo however was one he was sure he would never show Voldemort. It was a photo he took in the early hours of the morning, the sun peeking thought the curtains bringing only Voldemorts frame into light. Tom sat by the window, naked, half smoked cigarette between his fingers, and his head hung low, eyes closed. Harry thought he never looked more Devine, pale skin glowing, hair framing his face like a halo. Voldemort was flesh and blood, muscles under skin and breath in his lungs. He was glory, only glory Harry would ever seek.

Harry wasn’t sure there was a God but he knew of holy things, like his lover in the night.

He took the picture.

[the-sun-is-also-a-star]

yk considering the whole werewolf thing, there's very little traditional a/b/o in the marauders fandom

[toliana14]

Fleamont and Euphemia struggling to get pregnant and and worrying about their child having the same problem and teenage pregnancy Jegulus

[almmoon006]

Omega!Voldemort x alpha!reader

Tw: adult content, nsfw, knotting, omegaverse (about this. here reader can be as female as male, in my au females have cocks as well, but it appears after the arousing)

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The cold feeling of the glass touched your lips, in stark contrast to the searing heat in your throat after several sips of amber whiskey. You leaned back in your chair, feeling your body slowly relax.

You spent every evening in this room, which had been thoroughly explored for a long time. Dark curtains tightly covered the windows, preventing a single ray of moonlight from entering. There were burning candles around the perimeter of the room, casting chaotic shadows on the gray walls, like dancing lights. The entire bedroom was decorated in painfully muted and dark tones, even the carpet next to the large double bed had a faded marsh shade.

Voldemort, or, as he sometimes allowed you to call himself, Marvolo, was sitting in the armchair across from you, one pale leg swinging impressively over the other. To be honest, this sickly pale aristocratic skin perfectly emphasized his dark, sharp eyes and unruly dark curls, so soft in appearance. The man was wearing only a loose-fitting green silk robe that fell softly over his pointed shoulders. Otherwise, he was naked. He always walked like that in front of you. He was testing your nerve. He laughed inwardly, watching you devour him with your eyes. And he'd be lying if he said he didn't like it. Tom liked your attention, your looks, your touches, and your short phrases. He liked how protective you could be during missions or meetings, and how coldly you looked at the rest of the Death Eaters during meetings. But he would never admit it to you. It's too embarrassing, too much.. omega like.

The neat mouth with a particularly plump lower lip deliberately slowly covered the edge of the wine glass, taking a leisurely sip. He was teasing you. Tom always drank only wine, in exceptional cases, for example, at meetings and balls, it was champagne or, for that matter, some kind of light cocktail. But he had never drunk anything stronger. He couldn't afford to lose control. And he didn't like the bitter fortress either. A mild, well-aged wine is much better.

After taking a small sip, the man stuck out his pink tongue, circling his wet lips, and licked a couple of drops of the red liquid from the corner of his lips, immediately grinning.

He put the glass on a small table next to his chair and came up to you with a soft gait. You just obediently spread your legs a little wider. Tom climbed onto your lap, placing his neat cold palms on your broad shoulders, and gently squeezed the collar of your shirt.

If he was usually practically naked, leaving no place for imagination, and you still wore your casual clothes. Always clean, but soaked in your scent. After your stormy meetings, Tom always took your clothes to his nest while you weren't looking, and he told the house elf to bring a new one for you.

Today it was a simple shirt with the sleeves already slightly rolled up and simple trousers. Tom didn't like the belts on you. It always made the undressing process more difficult, and he didn't like to wait long for what he wanted.

The man carefully undid a few buttons on your shirt and nuzzled your neck, inhaling his favorite scent with pleasure.

"Caress me," he whispered softly but firmly, burying one hand in your hair.

You didn't dare protest.

Placing the glass of whiskey on the table to the right, you put your big hands on his delicate waist, squeezing and pulling the man closer. A short sigh escaped his throat, and he gently bit your shoulder. You began to slowly touch this beloved body, caress it and shower it with love. When you untied the belt of his robe, Tom let out a soft whimper and allowed you to remove the unnecessary item of clothing. A short growl escaped from your throat as soon as you saw that perfect body. Your hands slowly slid over the sharp shoulders, over the plump lower part of the tummy, over the protruding hip bones and swellings on the thighs, finally possessively squeezing the plump buttocks. You had to be sure that there would be a trace. That for a couple more days after that, Tom will feel a slight pain while sitting on a chair in his office and will remember you and your strong touch.

You gently squeezed the plump flesh again, slightly pushing the buttocks apart and penetrating his small hole with two fingers. They entered surprisingly easily. Damn, this boy had already stretched himself out before you arrived. Tom obediently responded to your touch, starting to slowly impale himself on your fingers with quiet moans. He was so wet. His juices have already started to soak the fabric of your trousers on your thigh.

The air in the room became denser, now abundantly saturated with his sweet pheromones. It was as if he wanted to saturate you with his scent with his whole being, to mark you with pheromones so that no other omega could approach you. And there were many of them. The thought of that made Tom bite his plump lower lip and grip your shoulders harder, leaving reddish crescent marks on your skin. You were his. Only his. No other omega had a right to you. You were his alpha. His true mate.

You slowly added a third finger, and then a fourth, your fingers were completely wet from his natural lubricant, so you were sure you wouldn't need any more. With a slight squelch, you pulled your fingers out of his hole and wiped the excess liquid on your own trousers. Tom let out a whimper of displeasure, looking up at you with his dark eyes the color of aged whiskey with a few drops of tears standing out in the corners of his eyes. You gave him a quick peck on the forehead and grabbed him by the hips. When you reached the bed, you gently lowered the man onto the dark sheets, admiring the painting. Naked, with disheveled hair, swollen lips and red-rimmed eyes from unspoken tears, he looked just perfect. His arms rose above his head in a submissive gesture, and his legs slightly opened, revealing to you a view of his hard cock and crying hole.

You climbed onto the bed between his spread legs and reached for the bedside table. Voldemort gently touched your hand, stopping your action.

"..the collar," he whispered softly, and you nodded curtly. Instead of a muzzle, you took out a beautiful dark green collar with precious stones from the drawer. Returning to your omega, you carefully fastened the jewelry around his fragile neck. His adam's apple bobbed as Tom tried to swallow a moan. He wanted to feel you, your cock inside him, your lips on his body, your touch. He was going into heat in a couple of days, so his inner omega needed an alpha more than ever. Therefore, no muzzle. You have to kiss his body, caress, cherish, and just hold him close.

With a deliberately slow movement, you took off your shirt and unbuttoned the fly of your trousers, pulling them down to your hips along with your underwear just enough to take your cock out. Tom whimpered, looking up at you with a frown on his face, clearly complaining about your slowness.

Pulling out your cock, you made a couple of short movements up and down, smearing the protruding precum. Tom bit his lip, looking at what his inner omega and himself wanted so much. His eyes widened, and his mouth slightly opened, as if he saw his favorite candy in front of him, which he couldn't wait to taste and eat before anyone took it away from him. He wanted to get out of bed and crawl closer, but you gently pushed him in the chest, lowering him back onto the bed. You wanted to please him today.

Settling between those plump thighs, you gently pushed the tip inside his eager hole, pulling out a series of depraved moans from the man. He leaned forward and grabbed your shoulders with his hands, pressing himself as close to you as possible. Quiet whimpers and moans came out of his mouth, and his head instinctively tilted to the side, trying to give you as much access as possible to his flesh between his shoulder and neck. How grateful you are at this moment that he's wearing that damn collar. With all your good self-control, you would not be able to resist the temptation to bind your true mate to yourself.

You buried your nose in his hair, taking a deep breath of his beautiful scent, and picked up the pace. The movements became more and more chaotic. The omega felt your knot inflate and whined, spreading his legs wider, trying to take in the swollen flesh.

You cursed briefly when you felt your fangs pop out. Without thinking twice, you nuzzled the man's closed neck and bit your own wrist, cumming into his wet warmth.

Tom clenched on your cock as the knot slipped inside, instinctively trying to absorb as much semen as possible. His eyes rolled blissfully as he had a powerful orgasm and went limp in your arms.

When the pleasure subsided a little, you gently put omega on the bed and settled down next to him, covering both of you with a blanket. Tom purred in his sleep, snuggling as close to you as possible and nuzzling your chest.

[73lesbiansinfandoms]

Just mpreg Remus, where instead of a human 9-month pregnancy, it's the length of a wolf, which is roughly 2 months, or a werewolf, which is around 3 months. No matter how you look at it, everyone is going to be collectively losing their shit. Just picture the chaos.

[lumhos]

continuing off of my other post vv

https://www.tumblr.com/spitxxx/772251374684700672/au-where-people-present-once-they-reach-16-years

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.

“my lord, is that…” malfoy trailed off, suddenly becoming speechless (for once)

“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.

harry evans had just spoken parseltongue.

tom riddle was fucked.

[xx-thedarklord-xx]

anon is so true about your omegaverse take because i was FLOORED at how possessive omega harry staked a claim on alpha draco with his SLICK. HIS SLICK. and just a hint of soft service top draco was a cherry on top.

Hehe yes! Possessive omega is hot and I loved the idea of them smelling like each other so much that their own scent is covered. The fact that it’s Harry’s slick made it that much better

The Scent of you (Inside Me)

[theonceandfuturequeenoftarts]

When Harry feels his temperature start to rise and the world starts to go a little fuzzy around the edges, he packs up his nesting materials, some clean clothing, and a few books at Hermione’s insistence, lets his friends know to tell Pomfrey, and goes to get a few snacks from the house elves before holing up in the Head Boy’s room. Luckily Tom is there, not having any classes this morning, so after a quick message is sent to confirm he’ll be unable to attend for a few days and a quick change into comfortable clothes, they’re ready.

Theoretically.

“So, uh. What do we do now?”

Tom gives him a look. “Why are you asking me? You’re the omega, this is your heat.”

“We’ve established I am bad at being an omega,” Harry says.

“Well, what is your body telling you to do?” Tom says, mildly exasperated. 

“Erm… Nothing particular, at the moment. But I don’t think the heat has fully started. If it has, I don’t know what other omegas are talking about.”

“You do realise you’re currently piling blankets and my clothing on the bed.”

He is. “Fucking hell.” His nesting urge is out of control. “Well, I guess this is what we’re doing.”

“Do you want me to help?”

“Uh, do you have any other pillows?” Harry asks absently, arranging the blankets and the majority of Tom’s wardrobe according to some unwritten organisational plan. He knows when it feels right, though.

“Harry. We’re wizards,” Tom says. “I may not have more pillows, but I can make them.”

“Then make me three big, fluffy ones.”

Tom does. The pillows are perfect – exactly what he wants. A part of Harry that he’d rather not acknowledge crows about how well he’s chosen his mate.

Once he places the pillows where they’re meant to be, Harry feels a warm satisfaction deep in his bones. He climbs into the nest without conscious thought and rolls around to make everything smell a bit more like him. After that, he goes almost limp with bliss.

Okay, this is a part of being an omega he can get behind. This is awesome.

—

Harry is – dare he say it – cute, sitting half swallowed-up by the heap of fabric and pillows.

“Do you like my nest?” Harry asks him, looking dreamy and somehow shy.

Tom fights the urge to laugh at him. “Yes, Harry, it’s a very good nest.”

And at that remark, Harry’s eyes slip closed and a rumbling sound starts up from his chest. Oh. Oh. He’s purring.

When Tom had read that extremely content omegas might purr, he’d thought it sounded absurd. Now, as he feels his cheeks grow pink, he understands why people try so hard to achieve this. It’s like something he hadn’t realised was tight and knotted in his chest unwinds, and he’s sure his face is doing something foolish, but he can’t bring himself to care right now.

“Come here?” Harry asks, cheeks flushed and pupils visibly blown even through his barely open eyelids.

“Yes,” Tom says. 

He joins Harry on his bed, careful not to disturb the nest’s arrangement lest he be kicked out. As soon as he starts to sit down, Harry begins pulling and prodding him into place. He almost slaps the other boy’s hands away, but Harry must have him situated where he wants, because he stops poking at Tom and looks very pleased with himself.

And then Harry drapes himself over Tom and sticks his face against Tom’s throat, where he knows his scent is strongest. 

If Harry was purring before, Tom’s not sure what this is. It feels like the whole bed is vibrating. Tom feels almost drunk. Surrounded by his clothes and his magic, and with Harry against him, fever-hot, purring up a storm and emitting happy heat pheromones, Tom feels warm and relaxed and it’s wonderful. 

(thrown into the nest)

[hp-fanfic-archive]

in the electricity of your touch by tryslora Pairing: Harry/Draco Rating: E Word Count: 24k After returning to Hogwarts after the war, Harry realizes he has nothing to do. There is nothing to chase, or to fight. Why, then, does he feel as if there is something pricking under his skin? And why does it feel like he’s struck by lightning every time Draco Malfoy touches him? There’s only one explanation: Draco Malfoy is up to something, and Harry has to find out what it is and put a stop to it.

[m00neroni]

remus john "I run away from every problem life presents me with and I am a people pleaser at my core" lupin is NOT an Alpha, this nonsense has to stop