Tomarry Drabbles
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“You came here to save me,” Tom whispered, voice dripping with a mixture of mockery and something deeper, something darker. “But what if you’re the one who needs saving?”
Harry’s heart hammered against his chest as he met Tom’s eyes. A quiet tension held them in place, but it wasn’t fear Harry felt—no, it was something else, something foreign. Desire? Longing? It twisted inside him, pulling him closer to the very person he was sent to stop.
“I’m not here for this,” Harry managed to say, though the words felt hollow even to his own ears. His hands clenched at his sides, wings half-closed in a futile attempt to shut out the pull Tom had over him.
Tom's lips curled into a knowing smile, his breath warm against Harry’s skin. "You say that now. But deep down, Harry," he breathed, "you've always known this moment would come. You've always known that you'd fall."
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- Part 1 of Tomarry Drabbles
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Harry glanced up as the man entered, immediately noticing his composed demeanor. “Can I help you?” he asked.
“I think I’ve injured my wrist,” the man replied, his dark eyes scanning the room before meeting Harry’s.
Harry led him to the exam area, asking what happened. “I slipped on some stairs,” the man said, voice calm and controlled.
“Slipped or fell?” Harry asked, focusing on the wrist.
“Does it matter?” the man answered, lips curving into a faint smile.
After checking the wrist, Harry wrapped it, then asked, “What’s your name?”
“Tom Riddle,” he said, his gaze lingering on Harry. “Thank you, Doctor Potter.”
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- Part 2 of Tomarry Drabbles
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Harry’s mouth opened and closed like a goldfish. Finally, he threw his hands in the air. “FINE! Fine, I’m a virgin, okay? What of it?”
“Nothing,” Tom said smoothly, though his tone was far too pleased. “It just explains a lot. You should do something about it if it bothers you so much.”
“What am I supposed to do, hire a tutor?”
“Or,” Tom drawled, “you could simply shag someone and get it over with. Then you’d have the… research you need.”
Harry narrowed his eyes. “You make it sound so clinical.”
Tom shrugged, utterly unbothered. “You’re the one trying to write fiction about it.”-
Harry, a writer, struggles with writing smut, unable to capture the intimacy in his stories. When his best friend Tom teases him about being a virgin, Harry denies it and impulsively claims to have had many sexual encounters. After Tom calls his bluff, Harry admits the truth and, in an effort to overcome his creative block, sets out on a mission to lose his virginity.
oh how well that ended for him.
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- Part 3 of Tomarry Drabbles
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“You’re hovering,” Harry says, voice rasping but amused. “Starting to think you might actually care, Doc.”
“Don’t flatter yourself,” Tom replies dryly, but he doesn’t deny it.Dr. Tom Riddle doesn’t believe in miracles. His life is a careful balance of precision and control, where emotions are a liability and death is just another opponent to outsmart. But when Harry Potter—a terminal patient with too-bright green eyes and a smile that refuses to fade—ends up in his care, Tom finds his walls cracking, no matter how hard he fights it.
Harry’s lungs are failing, his prognosis is grim, and his optimism is exhausting. Yet, day after day, Tom finds himself lingering by Harry’s bedside, drawn to his warmth, his laugh, his way of making every moment feel a little less suffocating. For Harry, time is slipping away too quickly; for Tom, every second spent with him feels like borrowed time.Series
- Part 4 of Tomarry Drabbles