I am blazing this post to find someone who is Swedish who can find and send me approximately one million bags of this candy I got in malmö I will pay for everything dear god its so good
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if you sprayed this thing with bugspray what would happen
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Blood Like Candy
E | Harry Potter/Tom Riddle | Voldemort
Tags: Vampire Harry Potter, Bodyguard Harry Potter, Tom Riddle Comes With His Own Warning, Possessive/Obsessive Behavior, Sharing Blood, Codependency, Fast Burn, Addiction
Wordcount: 8319
[4: Legend]
Tom's blood is laced with love potion.
Harry has never tasted anything so sweet.
Tom nearly resents it. It's torturous, waiting for what he wants, sex and blood, but he respects the vampire's method. If he was in Harry's position, he would do the same. Drive Harry mad, out of his skin—bring him to such a threshold, that he'd do anything for release, for that heavenly blood, anything at all. Tom has never believed in heaven, but surely, if such a place exists, it lies in the candy spice of Harry's blood, waiting to take those who partake to such heights beyond their fragile, mortal comprehension.
Tom thought he had experienced everything that was worth it. Death, he's found, killing, is the most satisfactory experience he's ever encountered. What greater rush is there, than to watch a man's life bleed from his eyes?
Then he had Harry's blood.
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Blood Like Candy Snippet
Snippet for the next chapter of my vamp AU, Blood Like Candy, where Harry is a sugar daddy vampire bodyguard for Tom as Tom travels the world to learn Dark magic, and Tom has addictive love potion in his blood thanks to his birth!
Yet there, on the fourth morning of Harry's absence, Tom opens his eyes to find Harry there sitting on the edge of his slight bed. His face—all of him—is eerily still, as if he wasn't breathing while he watched Tom slumber. Whenever Harry makes this sort of expression, he seems a bit… well. Dead. If not for the flush to his cheeks, Tom would think he was.
A gift box, slim, long, and rectangular rests on the palm of Harry's hand. It is wrapped in pale green paper and topped with a silver bow. A necklace of some sort, Tom immediately recognizes.
"Are we meant to ignore that you broke the wards around my flat?"
Tom asks him. Wards that should incinerate any fool who tries and more than warn off wizards with any lick of sense in them.
"I can sense your hunger," Harry says in that enigmatic tone of his. "It has been days without my blood. You crave more?"
Tom lifts his chin in challenge. He won't be embarrassed, not when he knows how much Harry wants his blood in turn. "As if you don't crave mine?"
"Yes, I suppose it is something that I think about nearly every second of the day. And one such as I, who is not blessed with the sleep of a lower caste vampire, must content himself with strategies as to how not to kill you."
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Now and then it seems that life is just too much But you've got the love I need to see me through
Happy birthday to this iconic cover, released on this day in 2009🌟
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