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I don’t go looking for trouble. Trouble usually finds me. _ HPA Tomarry shipper!
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*Rumor is, there’s a Polaroid Camera going around Hogwarts, and Harry is it’s first victim*
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Pls don’t repost ❤️👏
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every tomarry story ever
Tom Riddle: Hello, my name is -
Harry Potter, time-traveller: I know who you are, Sexy.
Tom Riddle: Excuse me?
Harry Potter, horrified: You're excused. Bye. *flees*
Tom Riddle, internalised homophobia just raging through him: I should befriend him. By which I mean make him into my minion. He looks interesting.
Pureblood of choice: You mean you find him cute?
Tom, making wounded animal noises: How dare you???
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“Sorry Harry, but it seems that your princess is in another tower.”
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im gonna make them play footsie later
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I love how Tomarry can be like:
Harry; *just minding his own business, vibing, trying not to be a target and not die*
Tom: "Oh, hello there. Looks like you're my new fixation."
Harry: "Umm... but I'm not doing anything...?"
Tom: "You don't have to. I like you already."
Harry, not believing him: "But I'm not-"
Tom, shushing him gently: "Stop doubting yourself. You're perfect to me."
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Literally every fucking fanfic 🥰🥰🤧 These two are my poison.
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People from my high school are getting married, buying houses and settling down, and I read Harry Potter/Tom Riddle | Voldemort fanfiction at 2:34 in the morning
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Callout post just for me on this beautiful monday morning
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“How was the feast?”
“Orderly.”
Harry could so easily picture it: a petrified hall of students, dining with the Dark Lord.
“I bet.”
“Is this all that you wanted to tell me?” Voldemort asked coolly.
The anger that always lay coiled and red hot in the pit of his stomach flamed, but Harry kept the stiff smile on his face and his voice polite.
“Yes. That was all.”
Voldemort tilted his head slightly, eying Harry in a calculating manner.
“How close were you to your head of house?”
Harry blinked. “What?”
“Minerva McGonagall. She was your head of house. She seems attached to you. I merely wondered if the feelings were mutual.”
“Why … why do you ask?”
“Because if you were close, I was going to suggest forgoing the wireless tomorrow as her execution will be broadcast.”
The floor vanished from under Harry’s feet. The tower walls closed in on him.
“You can’t do that!”
Voldemort’s hairless eyebrows rose. “Can’t I?”
Harry was across the room; he was before Voldemort.
“Please don’t!”
“But Harry, McGonagall is a traitor and a rebel. An active fighter against my regime. I cannot let her crimes go unpunished.”
“Then keep her in Azkaban!”
Voldemort was unmoved. “The Order of the Phoenix must be taught not to cross me.”
Harry gripped the front of Voldemort’s robes. “Please! Please, don’t do this!”
“Why, Harry,” said Voldemort in a voice of mocking surprise, “this upsets you so much?”
Harry wanted to wrap his hands around Voldemort’s throat. Instead, he gritted, “Yes.”
“You ask a great deal from me. The date has been set. England expects it. Daily Prophet reporters have already booked rooms in the Leaky Cauldron.”
Harry felt sick. “Spare her. Please.”
“If I do,” Voldemort asked curiously, “what would you do for me?”
Play nice, play nice, play nice.
Harry’s mouth was dry. His hands curled into fists against Voldemort’s chest.
“A kiss.”
Voldemort’s brow rose again. “A kiss?”
Blood pounded in Harry’s ears. Before he lost his nerve, he rose up onto his toes and pressed his lips to Voldemort’s. Instantly, he tried to pull back — a swift bump of lips against lips — but Voldemort’s hand shifted to the back of his skull as the other wrapped around his waist and Harry was drawn in. Voldemort bit his lips, forcing his mouth open. He sucked the air from Harry, kissing him so thoroughly that when it ended, he was lightheaded.
Voldemort’s eyes glimmered like rubies in the sun.
“So be it.”
Entwined
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if you’re american and coming to australia, I’m gonna go ahead and say that you should be 100 percent way more worried about being king hit by a dude named “dane” in a bintang singlet than any fucking spiders that exist here
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Ok so we all love a hyperfixation but does anyone else ever avoid certain things because you feel like you don't have the time to be fixated on that, or that you aren't in the right headspace for this to become your latest obsession
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