1940s Tomarry time travel fics
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It had taken Tom quite a bit of trial and error to figure out how, but he had finally worked out how to exploit their shared horcrux connection and send Harry false visions and dreams.
For a few weeks now, Harry had been waking up every morning to a rush of pleasure, soaked pajama bottoms, and Tom’s name a broken moan on his lips.
Tom would give Harry a knowing look in the morning as he drew open the bedcurtains. Harry would be blushing furiously and unable to meet Tom’s eyes, with the evidence of his wet dreams from the night before still smeared across his stomach. Dreams that Tom had been both the subject and the source of.
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- Part 1 of 1940s Tomarry time travel fics
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After Harry gets thrown into Kings’ Cross station at limbo during the Final Battle, he faces a choice—to return to the present or go to another time. Unfortunately, not everything goes as planned when he shows up in 1943 and finds himself only able to speak Parseltongue.
As the only other student who can speak Parseltongue, Tom is assigned to be Harry’s guide throughout the remainder of the school year.
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- Part 2 of 1940s Tomarry time travel fics
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Harry got to have Tom’s cock inside him anytime he wanted, but all he really wanted was Tom’s soul back inside of him.
Earlier that day, they had gotten into such a disagreement, the same one as always.
But Tom held all the cards, and he knew it.
“Please...” Harry begs. “Please, put it... put it back in me. I need to feel it again.”
Tom smiles down at him, vicious and coldly amused.
“No.”
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- Part 3 of 1940s Tomarry time travel fics
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Harry is sent to 1943 to stop Tom Riddle from going down the path of becoming Lord Voldemort.
As it turns out, Tom is even more handsome than Harry remembers.
Distractingly, dangerously hot. Devastatingly so.
So much so, in fact, that Harry might end up getting too distracted by Tom’s ridiculously perfect face and fail at his task.
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Tom Riddle is more handsome than Harry remembers. He looks so perfect it almost seems unreal, like he has been carved out of a block of perfectly smooth marble by the hand of God himself.
All his features are immaculate and beautifully sculpted. His brow is strong and commanding; his cheekbones sharp and angled over lean cheeks; and his jawline so cleanly chiseled that his bone structure could cut glass. His dark eyes carry a focused intensity above a perfectly straight, aristocratic nose.
Yet the overall effect is surprisingly winsome for how strong his features are, with his full, blush-pink lips and flawless skin. There’s a boyish softness to him that tempers the sharpness just enough.
A single loose curl hangs over his forehead, artfully breaking the immaculate waves of his meticulously styled coif.
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- Part 4 of 1940s Tomarry time travel fics