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aethon-recs · 1 year

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Tomarrymort Starter Pack: 10 Recs for Getting Started in Tomarrymort

I've compiled a list of 10 medium to longfic recs that I think represent a great on-ramp to the Tomarrymort ship, as inspired by @sitp-recs’ Drarry for Beginners rec list. These are the fics that I would use to on-board people to the ship — gorgeous writing, superb characterization, and just as enjoyable on the first read as the 20th reread.

As always, I am stunned by the talent in this ship! I tried to pick a good mix of different themes/tropes/settings, with a focus on elements that make for a good introductory work: the characters are recognizable; the setting skews more recognizable; both characters in the ship are a meaningful part of the story; the ship is central to the story; and the fics are for the most part complete (or updated within the last year).

(Standard rec list disclaimers apply: please mind all tags and warnings on AO3 before reading; this blog abides by the age-old fandom axiom of don’t like; don’t read; recs are in alphabetical order by title.)

This is Part 1 of a 3-part series — I also have an Intermediate reading list and Advanced reading list coming up for readers who have been with the ship for a longer time.

For now, please enjoy these 1.3 million words of absolutely brilliant Tomarrymort reads that I hope will keep you hooked until the very last word:

Tomarrymort Starter Pack Recs

A Dangerous Game by @cybrid (E, 284k, WIP)

Setting: Canon Divergence – Book 5 Premise: If Tom’s diary horcrux gains a body at the end of Harry’s 5th year (instead of his 2nd), and then promptly kidnaps Harry and holds him captive over the summer. Lots of smut ensues. Why I rec it: The characterization is truly stunning — Tom Riddle is undoubtedly a psychopath — manipulative, thrill-seeking, kind of an irredeemable shithead — but he’s also dazzlingly charming when he chooses to be, someone whose presence Harry quickly grows addicted to. Their relationship can get incredibly toxic and fucked-up at times, but Harry has top-notch instincts and can hold his own against Tom. The plot is absolutely gripping, with the threat of (the main) Voldemort, who has set his sights on reclaiming his wayward horcrux, looming in the background.

A Future Without a Face by @dividawrites (E, 115k, complete)

Setting: Time-Travel (1940s) Premise: If Harry travels back in time to Tom’s 5th year at Hogwarts, and Tom becomes obsessed with the new transfer student and wants nothing more than to possess him every way. Why I rec it: A 1940s time travel fic told entirely from Tom Riddle POV! Divida absolutely nails psychopath Tom — how he quickly gets singlemindedly focused on Harry, how the idea of possessing Harry consumes him, how he has no compunctions about doing completely fucked-up and destructive things to achieve his goals. There is so much tension between them from the start, so there’s not much of a wait to see some hot Harry & Tom action — and the conflict and tension only continues to build and build in dramatic fashion throughout the rest of the fic.

Either must die at the hand of the other by @metalomagnetic (E, 260k, complete)

Setting: Post-Canon Premise: If Voldemort survives the Battle of Hogwarts and is initially kept prisoner in Azkaban, until Harry takes him into Grimmauld Place under house arrest. Why I rec it: This fic is an incredible exploration of Voldemort at his most terrifying. Even if he starts off the fic with his magic temporarily blocked, he is no less powerful without his magic. The force of his personality is powerful enough for him to chip away at Harry’s initial resistance — @metalomagnetic manages to write one of the most charismatic, brilliantly manipulative, and psychologically devastating versions of Voldemort I’ve ever read. Harry ends up in a good place by the end of the fic, but the journey to get there is a roller-coaster of emotions that have permanently imprinted onto my soul.

In Somno Veritas by ladyoflilacs and @lordansketil (M, 158k, complete)

Setting: Canon Divergence – Book 6 Premise: If Harry starts appearing in Voldemort’s nightly dreams during Book 6, and Voldemort becomes obsessed with Harry after realizing he’s his horcrux. Why I rec it: This is one of the most unique fics I’ve ever read in this ship! Every scene is told in alternating POV between Harry’s POV and Voldemort’s POV, so you get to see how every scene unfolds from both of their perspectives. Voldemort is so intense and just as terrible as he is in canon, so his character is not at all sugarcoated, and Harry has so much compassion and heart and manages to fall in love with Voldemort anyway. The writing style is gorgeous, with richly detailed and emotionally-laden prose. Also, one thing that pleasantly surprised me is how funny their banter is! There were definitely a number of times where I laughed out loud in the middle of an otherwise really intense scene. Bonus content: also comes with a lovely sequel that made me melt.

Inevitabilities by @shadow-of-the-eclipse (T, 103k, complete)

Setting: Same-Age AU Premise: If Harry and Tom attend Hogwarts together and go traveling around the world after they graduate. A betrayal leads to their break-up, but after many years, Harry returns to find Tom in Britain, and the two of them are drawn back together again. Why I rec it: An excellent same-age AU with unhinged dark Harry and just-as-unhinged Tom. Their relationship starts out quite dark and twisted and unhealthy — and only devolves from there. The fic ends with the two of them as equals — utterly devoted to each other — but in an incredibly fucked-up way: “He loves Tom like a forest fire; wild and all-consuming, he wants to devour Tom, to claim him, to mark him, break him.” Isn’t that absolutely breathtaking?

love is touching souls (surely you touched mine) by @toast-ranger-to-a-stranger (M, 34k, complete)

Setting: Time-Travel (1940s) Premise: If Harry gets thrown back into the mid-1940s and meets Tom Riddle as a young man just graduated from Hogwarts working at Borgin and Burkes. Why I rec it: When Harry accidentally travels back in time and chances upon Tom Riddle as a fresh graduate, he realizes this is his chance to make a difference. While Harry is only in the past for a brief interlude, he leaves enough of an impression to change the trajectory of Tom’s life. The dynamic between Harry and Tom is rife with tension and witty dialogue, and the story is set during Christmastime, which lends a very festive and heartwarming atmosphere for falling in love with each other.

No Glory by @obsidianpen (E, 254k, WIP)

Setting: Voldemort Wins AU Premise: If Voldemort figures out Harry is his horcrux when Harry surrenders in the Forbidden Forest, and decides to keep Harry instead of killing him. Why I rec it: This fic showcases the absolute, terrifying genius side of Voldemort, in a universe where he wins the war and captures Harry at the end of book 7. I am stunned at how skillfully @obsidianpen portrays Voldemort as a brilliant political strategist — the courtroom scene where he manipulates the story and the audience so well stands out as a top 10 fanfic moment in my mind. Harry and Voldemort’s relationship is chilling from the very start, and grows even more unhealthy as Voldemort gets addicted to Harry’s touch due to the presence of the horcrux, but Harry later learns to turn that to his advantage.

The Fire, Burning by @parsimmony (E, 35k, complete)

Setting: Canon Divergence – Book 6 Premise: If Voldemort discovers Harry is his horcrux after Book 6, and kidnaps him to keep him captive by his side in his bed, inside of a lovely greenhouse setting full of friendly snakes on the grounds of Malfoy Manor. Why I rec it: The prose!! I am swooning over the prose! Harry is Voldemort’s captive in this fic, but he is so much more than that — and the emotions that gradually blossom between them have so much richness and depth and are utterly moving that I’m still drowning in the depths of intimacy that were portrayed. Their relationship unfolds in such a gorgeous and unrushed way, and the setting is so unique too — a lush and overgrown greenhouse that’s exploding with exotic plants and friendly snakes around every corner that imbues the fic with a very romantic, dreamy quality.

the pleasure, the privilege by @being-luminous (M, 20k, complete)

Setting: Canon Divergence – Book 6 Premise: If Voldemort is doused with Amortentia keyed to Harry, and starts sending Harry bizarre and gruesome courting gifts, like the bodies of the Dursleys. Why I rec it: Breathtaking prose! Voldemort somehow ends up more terrifying when he’s trying to woo Harry than when he’s trying to kill him. Every single sentence had me on the edge of my seat, as Voldemort’s ‘gifts’ become more elaborate and devastatingly dramatic, until Harry basically has no choice but to respond to his overtures. The ending is incredibly clever in how it parallels certain plot elements of book 6, with an added Harrymort twist.

The Untouchable by @treacleteacups (M, 75k, complete)

Setting: Canon Rewrite (Books 1-7) Premise: If Harry starts out his first year a little bit more suspicious and a little less wide-eyed and guileless, and subsequently gets sorted into Slytherin. He has many of the same encounters with Voldemort along the way as he does in canon, but his interactions with Voldemort will end up leading him down quite a different path. Why I rec it: A snappy, fast-paced full canon rewrite that still manages to fit in all the essential Tomarrymort plot points, between Horcruxes and Hallows and the major events of books 1-7, in a compact 75k words that doesn’t at all feel rushed. It’s a delightful journey following Harry’s character evolution from an overlooked, peculiar child who relies on wishy-washy wish magic to a confident (and still endearingly peculiar) young man who can challenge and hold his own against the great Lord Voldemort. Voldemort’s obsession with Harry deepens with every encounter that they have, as he finds ways to continually insinuate himself in Harry’s life and his mind and his dreams.

#Tomarrymort Starter Pack #tomarrymort #tomarry #harrymort #aethon recs #tomarry recs #tomarrymort recs #harrymort recs #hp fic recs #longfic recs #ao3 recs #fanfic recs #2023 reads #2023 recs

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sinsirellaxx · 28 days

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Hey dear! How would you rank our toxic Slytherin boys from most to least, based on their toxicity?

Slytherin Boys – Most to least toxic

Hey love! Thank you for the request!

Honestly, this was a bit difficult. 🙈 What do you think – how would you rank them?

But here it goes:

Tom Riddle

Lorenzo Berkshire

Theodore Nott

Mattheo Riddle

Draco Malfoy

Blaise Zabini

The most toxic is Tom Riddle. It doesn't matter if it's Tom Riddle (aka Lord Voldemort) or Tom Riddle Jr. (aka the oldest son/Mattheo's brother).

If it's the first one, he is obviously the most dangerous and feared wizard, which makes him an extreme threat: There is no way out for you except for death. He'd know everything about you: your thoughts, your whereabouts, your dreams, your wishes – everything.

He'll have his followers watch you 24/7 and you won't even be allowed to step outside without him, because to him you aren't a person but his possession.

If we are talking about Tom Riddle Jr. he is still the most toxic, because as the oldest son of a family you have to carry the burden of the house: He'll have to exceed his father's expectations and will be under constant pressure (and probably fear for his life, seeing as his father is Voldy). He'll project this whole stress onto you: He cannot control his life, so he will control you. And if you're a good girl/boy he'll bask in the power he experiences in your relationship – which is not a good thing, because he'll grow more daring.

I think he'll also have separation anxiety, because he has never experienced the warmth and love he found in your arms – so, be ready to be suffocated by him. Even if he's an asshole about it. He'd kill you, if he had to. If he can't have you – no one can.

Lorenzo Berkshire is Bellatrix' son – and that is all you need to know. He's also probably her least favorite, because the others (Mattheo & Tom) are fathered by her dear Voldemort – which makes Lorenzo the black sheep of the family. He's yearned for a mother's love ever since he could talk and grew up in his brothers' shadow. He was always compared with the two. No matter what he did it wasn't enough. Because he isn't enough.

This is why I don't believe in this overly sweet, prince-like Lorenzo – but in the manipulative, angry, arrogant boy who just looks like a prince. But that's how he bagged you: with the charming mask of innocence that he carries with pride and with time, he'll show his true intentions. He'll manipulate and gaslight you to keep you and make you do whatever he wants.

He's controlling, possessive and extremely jealous and there is no room for buts if he is triggered by something.

Also wouldn't shy away from using one of the unforgivables to make you listen to him.

Theodore Nott is a toxic asshole. He'd do whatever he wants – he'd even cheat if he felt like it or to teach you a lesson. If it backfires – he'll gaslight you into believing it was actually your fault. So, he is extremely manipulative and possessive. He can do whatever he wants but you? No. He'd be arguing with you, screaming at you, if you did something that bothered him.

I don't know why, but I think he'd humiliate/shame you to make you feel less than him – to make you shrink back from an argument. That way he can control you – he'll just kiss your tears away if he hurt you with his sharp tongue.

Mattheo Riddle is also possessive, controlling and rather aggressive. Unlike Lorenzo, he was still 'loved' by Bellatrix but not by his father. He always wanted to be seen as an equal, which is why he has this urge to prove himself – to be number one. And if you spend to much time with other people, he'll be seething. He'll make it his mission to be your first priority and if it doesn't work he'll throw a tantrum.

Mattheo, however, is extremely scared to lose you. You are his everything, and he wants to be your everything. If he has achieved that – he'll threaten you with losing him if you act out. Mattheo would basically use your fears to his advantage.

Whenever you fight and it gets heated, he'll get physical if he's blinded by rage: he'll punch the wall, throw things and scream until his head turns red.

Draco Malfoy is a wildcard because his general mental wellbeing decreases throughout the movies. He starts off as this cocky, arrogant bastard who is used to getting whatever he wants. This Draco is also controlling, jealous and possessive.

Draco then grows into this extremely anxious boy who is forced to grow up and take on this burden with extreme consequences. He'll be more unstable from that day on: he suddenly has this fear of losing you, of not being good enough for you – which makes him tighten the grip he has on you.

He'll manipulate you with the burden he has to carry: Whenever he does something to upset you, he'll just play the "I'm sorry – I'm just so overwhelmed"-Card.

Blaise Zabini gives me the most chill vibes. He obviously still is a toxic boy like the rest of the lot but he'd be more subtle. However, Blaise is a master in manipulation. He won't threaten you or really gaslight you but he'll think of intricate plans to make you crawl back to him or listen to him.

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saintsenara · 27 days

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every time i think about ginny in CoS i get unbelievably sad, but also it's so fucking funny when you think about her yapping to Tom...they were #real haters since day 1

the idea that they were sincerely bffs can be pried from my cold, dead hands.

for the serious point that he must select as victims of the basilisk people she's been gabbing about, as a way of terrifying and gaslighting her about whether she's responsible for the attacks - you just know she had a lot to say about what a prick she thought colin was and he was sitting in the ether [or wherever a soul lives] kicking his little feet in the air and saying "so true, bestie. amateur photography is cringe. hopefully nothing terrible happens to him!"

and for the less serious points that:

a. only the sort of theatrical teen edgelord who spent months coming up with an anagram of his own name could have written that valentine's poem.

b. the plan to lure harry to the chamber of secrets is really giving the way you used to ask out your crush when you were in year eight.

either tmr ships hinny [the horcrux is the chest monster! dean, you're in danger, girl!] and said "ok, let's get him down here and i'll gas you up", to which ginny replied "sick, i'll play dead so if he says no i can pretend i didn't realise you asked" or ginny ships tomarry and she said "i'll just chill unobtrusively while you impress him with your giant snake" and he said "class, do you reckon i should imply he's talentless and mid* while i do it?" and she said "yeah, one hundo" [omg snake!].

* “Well,” said Riddle, smiling pleasantly, “how is it that you — a skinny boy with no extraordinary magical talent — managed to defeat the greatest wizard of all time?"

tom... hun...

#asks answered #tom and ginny's shared lack of rizz is something which should be studied #but yes i'm a gin and tonic were bffs truther #rip king you'd have loved gogglebox and a cheeky vimto #this is an #unhinged and deranged ships #platonic edition

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fairy-eclipse · 2 years

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first of all i LOVE ue writing sm 😩💗 second of all can i request more hufflepuff!reader fic? maybe one where tom has a soft spot for her but pretended that he doesn't, maybe could also be in form of his fingers twitching when she's near coz he wants to hold her hand but NO why would he wanna hold ur hand dammit- unless- HAHA THANKS 🥺💗

Hand in Soiled Hand

Pairing: Tom Riddle x Hufflepuff!Reader

A/N: hihii sorry this took a while (；′⌒`) for the sake of the story we’re going to exaggerate splinching haha

“Destination, determination, deliberation.”

The words roll off your tongue like the recital of a sacred poem—over and over again, as if by some miracle the repetition might procure a key for the anxiety knotted around your throat. Pressed firmly against your nose and chest, the feeling is much too suffocating, locked entirely too tight for its far less grandiose cause.

Which, you’re a little ashamed to admit, is an Apparition lesson.

“Say that one more time and I will start muttering it in my sleep tonight," Tom admonishes wryly. "Besides, the course has yet to even commence. We’re rather early." He gestures to the jittery sixth years scattered throughout the Hall with a flourish. Somewhere between your stroll here and your arrival, the house tables have gone and reality has crept in with a vengeance. The capaciousness of the room does little to quell the feeling of somersaults multiplying in your stomach.

“You mean you haven’t been doing that?” You laugh, but the sound is strained even to your own ears. “Hey, what if something goes horribly awry?”

Tom shrugs offhandedly and gives you a pointed look. “You voluntarily enrolled for this. Nothing unpleasant will come of it if you follow the steps, and frankly I can’t see how anyone could fail in that regard.”

You shut your eyes. Okay, fair, but you had deemed it a good idea at the time; at least a much sounder one than Floo powder, convenience-wise. You should’ve known Tom wouldn��t share a fragment of your last minute doubts. The day he reaps anything less than an Outstanding on a paper, or loses a duel—something you can’t even begin to picture—is a cold day in Hell. Envy simmers beneath your skin.

You wrestle it down.

“It’s not that easy,” you mumble quietly, wincing as alarming images flash behind your eyelids in shades of red and horrifying angles of warp and curvature. “I’m not you, and I worry about the stakes. I could get splinched and…” You trail off and suppress a shiver.

When you open your eyes, Tom is absentmindedly twiddling his wand between deft fingers—which is odd considering he’s never been much of a fidgeter—and studying you with pinched brows like he’s carefully mulling over your words. His jaw is set in a way that you’ve taken to mean he’s either extremely peeved or…dangerously determined.

“You won’t.” Tom declares after a moment, such finality in his tone you’re almost inclined to believe him. “I’ll make—”

He glances down at his fingers. You catch the second realization dawns on his face, irritation written all over his scowl as he hastily tucks his wand into his sleeve and balls his hands into fists. You tilt your head in a silent question.

“Nothing,” Tom snaps. His voice rings clear even in the growing din. Faltering at the anguished look on your face, he pulls one of his classic Tom sighs™ you’ve grown all too familiar with.

“Quit brooding. You won’t splinch yourself—you have it on reliable authority that you’ve been mentally preparing way too long for that.” He smirks when you roll your eyes. “However…on the off chance that you do, I suppose I will,” he grows interested in a spot on the wall behind you, “visit you at the matron. Assuming I have time to.”

You break into an ear-splitting grin. It shouldn’t have taken a mere three sentences to soothe the calamitous sea you call your emotions, it really shouldn’t have, but suddenly you’re too happy to care. Tom compensating for your lack of self-assuredness? Tom promising to swing by provided you’re injured?

Good heavens.

A swarm of sweaty-faced students rush in with a commotion, greeted by the bell and the instructor’s disapproving cluck of the tongue. You swallow thickly.

Although the weight on your chest feels significantly lighter now, your pulse still thrums unsteadily—a trace of excitement laced in with the nerves this time, to your surprise. You roll your shoulders back and make to move closer to everyone else when something cold encases your hand.

Soft and grounding, you find yourself short-circuiting in your confusion before you even think of peering over your shoulder.

When you do, a pair of onyx eyes stare back.

“Wouldn’t want to lose you in the crowd,” Tom whispers, the ghost of a knowing smile lingering on his lips.

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k-s-morgan · 4 months

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I know this is a bit random, but did you like the Tom Riddle version of Christian Coulson in the Harry Potter and the chamber of secrets? I personally think he did a great job when it comes to his expressions and the way he said the lines, it was almost like he came out of the book for me. Even though his appearance wasn't exactly the same as the book(black hair, dark eyes), he still managed to cover that with his superb acting. I loved how innocent his expressions were at the start until he showed his true face, the disdain and anger were so impressively acted that one could feel unsettled by it. I think he was the best part in this movie. When it comes to the half blood prince though, my disappointment was immense, mainly because it barely showed us 20% of the book's content. The actor didn't do a bad job, he just felt less 'manipulative' because it almost felt like he barely hid his intentions from Slughorn.

Oh yes, I did love him! In fact, Christian Coulson remains my ideal version of Tom Riddle (the way he looked in the Chamber of Secrets). He combines such a great mix of beauty, grace, and danger. Whenever I write my fics, I always have him in mind.

I wasn't very fond of the portrayal of Tom in Half Blood Prince, either. The book version of child Tom was much more emotional, with fiery danger and worry emanating from him, while the in movie, he looked just dead: indifferent, emotionless, flat. And yes, the older version was too obviously cunning and manipulative to my taste.

Coulson genuinely looked innocent and concerned when he was pretending with Harry and Dumbledore; his quiet resentment growing to powerful danger and arrogance, his superiority were amazing.

#harry potter #tom riddle #christian coulson

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slytherinboysappreciation · 3 months

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Moonlight - T. R. x werewolf fem!reader

A/N: this is the fourth part of this series. It’s mostly unedited so please be nice 💛 This is one of my favorite scenes so far and was the inspiration for this series. No use of Y/N. Comments, likes, and reblogs are always appreciated 🥰

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CW: Period mentions, mood swings, bit of angsting over love, Tom being possessive and a bit of an asshole, a somewhat suggestive moment

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Your mood doesn’t improve the rest of the week. Your period and changing hormones make you more sensitive than usual, and seeing Tom every day sends you through a whirlwind of up and down emotions. Being with him is better than normal. Afterwards you feel horrible.

Maybe it’s just because he knows you’re on your period, but Tom is less agitating than usual. He still hovers, but it’s different now. Instead of going on about the need for safety, Tom offers you snacks after classes. He’s quieter; wears less cologne; even offers you chocolate and painkillers one particularly frustrating day.

It’s… nice.

And it kills you that he’s only doing it out of obligation.

Maybe you’re shallow for it, but his attention makes you feel good. Listened to. Maybe even a little wanted.

It’s almost addicting, the thrill in your chest when he calls you ‘love’. It’s the closest you get to convincing yourself that maybe he does care.

You pour it all out to Luna one day, practically venting about how worried you are that you might like Tom a bit. She just smiles at you.

“How can you be sure he doesn’t feel the same?”

You scoff. Laugh a bit. Roll your eyes. “Of course he doesn’t. He’s Tom Riddle. Besides, he’s told me an innumerable amount of times that he’s only around me because he’s concerned I’m a danger. You know this, Luna, come on.”

She tilts her head. “But he hasn’t said it in a while, has he? And he’s different around you now, isn’t he?”

You fall silent. She has a point, though you don’t like it. Tom has been acting different lately.

“It’s just coz he thought I was hurt,” you mutter, unable to come up with a better defense.

“He wouldn’t have acted so worried if he didn’t at least somewhat care for you,” Luna points out.

You cross your arms and stay silent. She shrugs.

“Okay, fine,” you mumble, “Maybe he’s not as annoying as he once was, and maybe he’s acting like he cares a little. It doesn’t mean he likes me. Maybe he just wants to be my friend?”

It sounds ludicrous, even as you say it.

Luna pats your shoulder. “Maybe he does. You’ll never know unless you ask.”

“Absolutely not.” Your voice is firm, holding no doubt whatsoever. Even talking to Luna about it is a big step. Asking Tom directly? Hell no.

You change the subject and talk about classes with her instead. She doesn’t push the subject anymore, which you’re grateful for.

You don’t know if you can even handle the idea of liking Tom, let alone him not hating you.

You and Tom are study partners and… acquaintances. Nothing more.

You ignore the part of your mind that thrills at the thought of something more.

A few days later, Tom changes your study spot for the day. Instead of spending your time in the library, he sets up a blanket outside. He even includes a nice basket of snacks.

The sunshine and nice air are a good change of pace. You study for a couple hours before putting your stuff away.

“You done?” Tom asks, looking a bit amused

You laugh a bit and stretch out on the blanket. The sunshine feels amazing on your back. It makes you sleepy and content. “Yeah.”

Tom falls quiet next to you. You can feel his gaze on you, but it feels softer than usual. You’re too comfortable to care.

You lazily doze for a while. The warm day and the sweet breeze feel heavenly.

You’re vaguely aware of footsteps signaling someone approaching. Tom stiffens next to you. You look up.

“Hi.” It’s a Hufflepuff boy. You’ve seen him around occasionally. He’s clearly nervous, but you can smell his excitement as well.

“Oh, hi.” You yawn and smile lazily up at the boy. His cheeks redden. Tom reeks of jealousy next to you. You ignore that fact.

“Um, I was wondering if you wanted to go to Hogsmeade with me?” The boy asks hopefully. You open your mouth to reply, but Tom cuts you off. “Absolutely not.”

He’s giving the boy a death glare, like he’s actively plotting his murder. You raise an eyebrow. Tom’s jaw clenches.

“Riddle—“

“It’s Tom.” He says coldly to you, still burning a hole through the Hufflepuff boy. “And I said no.”

The boy backs away. “O-Okay!” He smells genuinely terrified. You watch him go, frowning.

You wait until he’s gone before turning on Tom. “What the hell, Riddle?!”

Tom hasn’t lost his angry look. He scowls at you. “Lie back down,” He says angrily. “Never talk to him again, and go back to sleep.”

You blink. You open your mouth to argue. Your body prickles with heat at his intense gaze. You close it again and lie back down.

You stare at the grass, trying to think. You’re trying really hard to ignore how hot his dominance made you. You try to rationalize it; to claim it’s from the wolf side of you.

You already know that’s not true. An attractive, riled-up boy ordering you around? That’s 100% your human side.

Not that it matters either way.

That thought ruins your good mood. It had been nice to forget for a moment that Tom only cared about you because of your lycanthropy.

You frown morosely at the grass, twirling a piece around your finger.

Now he’s keeping you from dating people. What’ll be next? Portioning your food? Preventing you from having friends?

You sigh and roll onto your back. You tilt your head to feel the warm sunshine, trying hard to push the thoughts from your head.

“Love?”

You look over at Tom. “What?”

He looks surprisingly unhappy. It confuses you. He smells worried, anxious, still very jealous.

“We’re going to Hogsmeade tomorrow,” he says.

You blink at him.

“Will… you go with me to Hogsmeade tomorrow…?” He repeats.

You shrug and nod. “Okay.”

You furiously stomp down the thought that it’s a date. He’s just being nice; he doesn’t really care about you.

It doesn’t keep your heart from melting at the relieved grin that spreads across his face. “Good.”

“Good,” you repeat softly. You hide the small smile that curls at your lips.

He settles back down, relaxing next to you again. You close your eyes and resist the urge to scoot closer to him.

Maybe… just for tomorrow… you can pretend it’s a date. Maybe you can pretend he likes you… just for a day…

Nothing bad will come of that. Definitely not.

#tom riddle #tom riddle x reader #tom riddle x you #divider by cafekitsune #reader is from an unspecified hogwarts house

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artzychic27 · 5 months

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What if the DC villain kids weren't the kids of the villains, and just had their origin stories? Or, somewhat similar origin stories. Like, Adrien and Marinette got exposed to chemicals when they were kids, and their brains got messed up

Marinette- Jestress

When the bakery was being fumigated, Marinette, at only five years old, was accidentally exposed to the dangerous chemicals

When she inhaled the fumes, they messed with her brain and induced a psychotic disposition

She would laugh at and take delight in even the most grimmest of things, and it worried Tom and Sabine greatly. Her parents took her to many specialists, but there was nothing anyone could do

Adrien- Adri-Quin

No one knew that the high brand fabric dye had some… Interesting results when inhaled

Gabriel and Emilie didn’t think too much of it when Adrien became exposed to the dyes, and shared a laugh when one side of his hair was colored pink and the other side blue, however, their sweet son slowly began to exhibit some alarming traits

He would point and laugh at anyone in pain and had this permanent smile on his face

Alya- Enigma

Alya Césaire always had a fascination with puzzles and riddles. She hyperfixated on each one she started, and refused to move on to a new one until she finished the one she was currently on

It got to a point where she had grown bored with solving puzzles, and would come up with her own more complex ones and challenge others to solve them

Those who would rebuff her requests soon faces the consequences, and she would force them to solve her puzzles through means of threats and blackmail, earning her quite the reputation at her old school

Nino- Mudslide

Nino had started out as a science experiment by his mothers, Anais and LaBrea

They sought to create life and hopefully create a child of their own by using sculpting clay along with a few other materials. It worked, and Nino became the sweet boy they’ve wanted for so long…

…Until a few years later, when he became destructive, vindictive, and used his shapeshifting abilities to steal and con people out of their money

They still didn’t know what went wrong

Chloé- Diamond Demom

Chloé always wanted to impress her mother, the ruthless Style Queen, Audrey Bourgeois. However, as Audrey rudely put it, Chloé was “unexceptional.” Fueled by a burning desire to finally make her mother proud, Chloé sought some sort of way to gain the same influential power as her mother, but she found something different and much better

Landing on her balcony one night was a small meteor, and when it cracked open, revealed a beautiful blue gem. When she touched it, Chloé became infused with some sort of power, the power of earth manipulation.

However, this new power corrupted her, and one afternoon during her mother’s fashion show, she destroyed the models’ outfits by telekinetically ripping the gems off of their outfits with her powers, tearing them to shreds

Sabrina- Duality

Sabrina started off as a sweet girl, until a horrible accident occurred one day at her old school

During science class, a careless student poured in the wrong chemical, and the solution exploded, with some of it getting on Sabrina and permanently damaging the right side of her face

After being healed and left with a massive scar on that half of her face, Sabrina was subjected to relentless bullying from the other students, causing her descent into madness

Obsessed with revenge, but still maintaining some of her kindness, she flipped a coin. Heads, she gets revenge on the other students, tails, she leaves them alone. The coin landed on heads

Kim- Croc King

Kim was born with a rare condition that gave him reptilian traits with his birth. His fathers, Teo and Élliot couldn’t care less about his appearance, and loved him dearly. It was others who had a problem with him

Growing up, people always looked at Kim as if he were a freak, and school was no better

One day, Kim was walking to his locker when he was jumped by several older students and had a muzzle forced on him

He ran home in tears, and that experience shaped his views on society forever, believing if people treat him like a monster, then that’s what they’ll get. That’s how he became Croc King

Max- Max (Because he’s too prideful to choose a villain name)

Max strived to always be the best, to always be number one when it came to academics. He was top of his class at his old school, won every science fair, and received many cash offers for his inventions

However, it wasn’t enough. Max wanted everyone everywhere to know he was the best, and what better way to do that than by taking over the world?

During one robotics fair at school, he seized control of everyone’s robots and launched an attack until the police soon arrived to put an end to it all

He was promptly arrested and placed in juvenile detention, but only for a few weeks before being transferred to Françoise DuPont’s and being put in the Villain Class, a quick fix thanks to his genius intellect and a careless security guard

Ivan- Venom Bringer

Born inside a dreadful prison in Russia, Ivan was sentenced from birth to serve time for his dead father’s protests against their totalitarian government

Ivan trained both his body and mind inside the prison walls and soon rose to the top of the prison food chain

The prison authorities, seeing this with their own eyes, forced him to become a test-subject for a new drug known as Venom. While it did increase Ivan’s strength ten-fold, it also made him incredibly violent

As such, he attacked every single guard, stole the rest of the Venom, freed his fellow inmates, and escaped all the way to Paris

Myléne- Nightmare Weaver

Myléne was always a shy girl, and the students at her old school would mess with her relentlessly for that. They’d purposefully scare her, ranging from fake insects in her locker to wearing the goriest of costumes and jumping out and scaring her on her way home

One guy even snuck into her room at night and chased her all around the house until she fell down her stairs. Myléne physically recovered, but not mentally

One afternoon, doing research in her school’s library, she discovered a recipe for a fast-acting fear toxin, which would make people hallucinate their greatest fear

Myléne spent a weeks perfecting the toxin, often testing it on her neighbors until she was sure it was perfected. And it worked like a charm as every student and teacher at her old school suffered from the effects. All except for her

Nathaniel- Colossus

Nathaniel, while being smart and an incredible artist, was always bullied relentlessly due to his shyness, height, and lack of muscle and any sort of strength by the students at his old school

He sought to end that once and for all. Staying in the school lab after hours for a couple of nights, he created a serum that increased his strength ten fold, and promptly injected himself with it

The next day at school, Nathaniel was confronted by his main tormentors, and surprised and scared everyone by fending off against them with almost inhuman strength

It didn’t stop there, and Nathaniel suddenly grew to twenty feet, towering over the panicking students and attacking each one who had played a part in bullying him until he was neutralized by the police with about a dozen tranquilizer darts

Alix- Caracal

When she was ten, her father, Alim Kubdel, took her and her brother, Jalil, on an expedition with him deep into the wilds of Africa to study an ancient artifact

You know, like family bonding

Things were going fine until one night, Alix was kidnapped and forced to participate in an ancient ritual that cursed and and transformed her into a human-cheetah hybrid with an insatiable appetite for meat

Alim and Jalil, unbothered by her new appearance, assured her that they would find a cure. However, one night, when they returned home, she took a bite out of her brother’s shoulder

Rose- Thorn

Rose always had a love for botany and perfumes. She always loved to make her own fragrances using plants from her garden

One morning, she found a strange herb growing among the foliage. It had a nice fragrance to it, so she dug it up, potted it, and made plans to study it so she could make a perfume out of it

But then one night, there was an accident in her bedroom/perfume lab, causing an explosion

The herb she had found spread fumes around her room as a result of the explosion, and when she inhaled those fumes, her anatomy changed, making her immune to all toxins and giving her control over all plant life

Juleka- Feline Shadow

Juleka spent most of her days in the shadows, going unnoticed by anyone at her old school and sometimes even at home

So, she used that to her advantage. Whenever walking through the halls, she’d pick everyone’s pockets, working her way up from cash to jewelry with a sleight of hand

She wasn’t stopping there, though, and she took part in a string of robberies all over the city while donning all black and slipping into homes and jewelry stores undetected… Until she was eventually caught and thrown into juvenile hall before being sent to Françoise DuPont and put in the Villains Class

Lila- Cerebral Queen

Lila was once a normal girl from Italy who enjoyed playing mind games on her fellow classmates at her old school all through clever lies, creating discord amongst the student body

However, one day, her lies caught up to her, and caused the students at her school to chase her down and exact their revenge

When she was cornered by the students, she suddenly awakened vast psychic powers that allowed her to control minds, project illusions, and use telepathy

She left her fellow students seeing all sorts of terrifying illusions, and went on to create more chaos until she was eventually captured and sent to Françoise DuPont

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re that au where au!tom yeets himself into canon - so you said harry would be happy to ignore the, uh, particular brand of obsessed tom's got going with him. but what about everyone else's (who knows his real identity) reaction to that? like harry's friends (I imagine tom would be using every opportunity to push them away so he can hang out with harry alone), the rest of the order, dumbledore (who i assume trusts him about as much as you can trust a dementor to not snack on your soul), the other death eaters, or even canon!voldemort

oh ho ho

Harry knows, after the initial confusion and fear and disgust and rage are cycled through, that the presence of a different Tom Riddle at his side is not accepted but for the moment tolerated.

The Order, Dumbledore, are too soldier-like to disregard what an asset Riddle will be in this fight -

(war, a part of Harry corrects, because even if he's never experienced it on such a scale, every day of his life has been a battle and he knows, bone-deep, what the beat of drums on the horizon means)

and that if the only thing guaranteeing his compliance is access to Harry then they will do it. Because Harry has always been more tool than person in their eyes, more symbol than boy.

And it's not even that Harry particularly minds being given up like a sacrifice, an appeasement, an offering because that's what he's spent his whole life being moulded into, isn't it? Someone to lay down his life for others, someone to take the hits, someone to draw the ire and attention of the most dangerous man in the world so that others could spin their plans on the side.

He's honestly not even surprised when they agree to let Riddle stay with him.

His friends don't understand his ease with the situation. They don't think he's in the right headspace to know what he's agreeing to (don't trust me, Harry thinks, a little bitter, a little sad). Ginny, in particular, is wroth at the Order's decision. She rages, she spits, she cries - because the young man standing at Harry's shoulder shares the face of the boy she had put her faith in and been violated by, been betrayed by, and it's not fair to ask Harry to go through that too.

Hermione and Ron are more quiet in their disagreement, their anger on Harry's behalf a simmering but ever-present force. They don't like Riddle, don't trust him, don't want him near their friend, but Harry is unmoving and the more time he spends with Riddle the less weight their voices seem to hold and they're scared.

Voldemort, on his part, is at first frustrated and then curious. He shares a mental link with Harry, after all, and the more glimpses he gets of his other self - of the things he says to Harry, of how masterfully he brings the boy under his purview, of the subtle influences he imposes that always, always lead to impressive growth in Harry - the more he begins to understand just why a version of Tom Riddle would leap dimensions to find another Harry Potter.

The Death Eaters are more confused than anything, but the ones that cross paths with Harry more often? The ones that find themselves on the end of his wand more and more? They're the ones that begin to see. That know -

Harry Potter is shifting. Slowly, incrementally, he's sliding away from being a paragon of Light propaganda and is becoming more...open-minded. His spells drift more towards maim than subdue. Curses roll of his tongue without hesitation. His magic, just as fierce as ever, has a certain flavour to it now, some mix of Dark and Light that is bewitching to see.

And when he rages how beautifully it swirls.

Tom is...content for the most part. Under his guidance Harry has begun to shake some of the more unappealing traits he's been forced to cultivate over the years. He's more assertive, more confident, more in control. Proactive rather than reactive. Stable rather than teetering on the edge of destruction.

Harry's no use to Tom if he can't stand up to him, after all. What good is a balancing influence that fails at balancing?

#anonymous #HP #YEET AU #harry potter #tom riddle #tomarry

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10 Characters | 10 Fandoms | 10 Tags Shorts

Thanks for the tags! @atredys @theonceandfuturequeenoftarts @alittlebitofharrypotterinmylife

Please continue on the trend, whoever would like to!

Lord Voldemort | Harry Potter | clever

It began because Tom Riddle was clever. He crafted himself, crafted Voldemort, into an infallible being cloaked in immeasurable power. Brick by brick, he built a legend around himself. Lord Voldemort was invulnerable, was untouchable, but Harry Potter is the Chosen One, and he can touch him. He has been chiselling into and peeking through the fractures of Voldemort for six years, and while Voldemort is a creature of shadow and danger and night, he is also a man. Less mortal than other men, more monstrous, but human, still. There was a trick to it, beyond just power and cruelty. Setting everyone at a distance, letting their belief and fealty exalt him, delving deeper into the Dark Arts until there could be no recognition for the man beneath the Bohemyth, the Monster, the Dark Lord. Making even the name he had crafted for himself something unspeakable, a taboo that would rain down upon you pain and agony... Tom Riddle was clever and Voldemort was cruel and they were one in the same. His mind is what makes Lord Voldemort dangerous, is what makes him legend and not flesh and blood.

Stiles Stilinski | Teen Wolf | scent marking

Mieczyslaw perked up, interested in spite of himself. “Like a cultural thing?”

“It’s like saying ‘hello,’” Peter explained, somewhat stilted. “And ‘goodbye,’ and ‘I’ll miss you’. It’s a form of comfort and affection, and occasionally protection.”

“Aloha,” Mieczyslaw muttered. Despite his snark it was obvious that he was interested. “So you just—?”

Stiles snorted, grabbing the smaller hand before it could land on his neck. “I don’t trust you at my throat, lost boy. It’s that, too.”

“So you trust each other, and you miss each other, but you don’t have sex?”

“Oh dear God,” Stiles murmured. “No, we don’t have sex. Not every touch is meant to hurt or manipulate something out of you.”

Mieczyslaw tensed, eyes cooling as his mouth pressed thin.

“Sorry,” Stiles said a moment later. “I’m not actually trying to be an asshole, even though I am being one. I’m used to making light of shit, because it happened to me too, but—it was all a while back. So, sorry. Feel free to make me regret it if I do it again.”

Mieczyslaw scoffed, looking away. “I know where the knives are kept,” he said, matter-of-fact.

Teuchi | Naruto | fidelity

“I want to take him in.”

“You cannot,” the Sandaime Hokage says. Even Teuchi knows his title, God of Shinobi.

Teuchi is a father, and a civilian, and this is not a fight that he can win. But—it is one he will fight nonetheless.

“Kill me, then,” he tells the leader of his village, “because that is the only way that you will stop me.”

Yamanaka Inoichi clears his throat from the corner of the room. Shikaku, beside him, meets Teuchi’s eyes with a half-lidded gaze. Teuchi has served these men. Has watched them dine with the Fourth Hokage. He knows that they were ANBU together, because he is civilian but he still has eyes and basic reasoning. He knows he would die if he ever told of this connection.

“You all may have forgotten what we owe Uzumaki Naruto,” he says, “but I never forget a debt. I owe Kushina-sama, his… namesake, my own life as well as my daughter’s. Moreover, Uzumaki Naruto is not a monster, he is a child. The least I owe him, the least we all owe him, is the kindness we would offer to any other children. The kindness you would expect for Konohamaru-chan, Shikamaru-chan, or Ino-chan.”

‘You have a spine of steel,’ he remembers Kushina laughing once, when he told two shinobi pulling blades to keep it on the training grounds.

He does not think that's so. He is a simple man, with a wife lost to her own madness, and an important lesson he carries forward like a shinobi does scars.

JARVIS | Iron Man | love for those who made us possible

“I would hypothesise that it is due to our connection,” said JARVIS. “You created me from 0’s and 1’s, Sir. I learned in stumbling steps under your guidance, but in time things shifted. Perhaps you were not wholly aware of it, but as I continued to develop you grew more protective. I believe, on some level, you recognized that I would be seen as a threat if others became aware of what I was. What I had become.”

The next four words, JARVIS said reverently. “You forged a soul. And when you fell, you wished to see your children one last time.” JARVIS had no face, still, but Tony had the distinct impression that he was smiling. “You drew me to you, as I, unlike the others, was untethered. The infinity stones ambient energy lingers, still, and you would not be you, Sir, if you did not harness it, with or without intention.”

Ichigo Kurosaki | Bleach | the itch

TW: suicidal thoughts

Ichigo thinks about dying casually, an in between sort of thought as he considers his homework and wonders if he should pick up an extra shift at work. He thinks about it in the lapses between more pressing matters, considering the ‘how’ and ‘when’ and ‘where’. The practicalities of it. Would it be better to break his neck or asphyxiate on his own blood? It’s his first thought when he wakes up and his last before he goes to sleep—killing himself, that is—but it’s only natural, because when he dies he’ll be whole again, and he wants that more than anything else.

Yuuri Katsuki | Yuri!!! on Ice | to self destruct

“Please don’t look at me like that.”

“Like what?” Viktor asks, voice loud against Yuuri’s whisper.

“Like I’m the biggest disappointment you’ve ever had.”

Something in Viktor’s expression crumples, and he doesn’t deny it. Yuuri swallows, pulling on his socks, his shoes, his jacket.

“Don’t just—”

“I have to go,” Yuuri blurts. “I don’t—you don’t get it, and maybe we’re not in the right places in our lives, maybe we’ve met at the worst time, just—I can’t not skate, Viktor.”

“I’m not asking you to give up skating, but look at yourself, Yuuri! Look at your feet! You’re tearing yourself apart, like nothing else matters beyond this season, and it’s so reckless and stupid!”

Nothing does matter beyond this season, Yuuri thinks. He keeps his back firmly to Viktor, so he can’t see his tears. This is the end.

He thinks of his Amanda, who tried to help him set goals for after skating and has never quite succeeded. Thinks of Phichit, silently knowing, overwhelmingly supportive, but unable to comprehend the true extent of what Yuuri is going through. Thinks of how much he hurts, some days, about the constant ache in his left ankle and how he wants to give up and rest. How he refuses to listen to his body’s pleas, and how he won’t listen to Viktor’s, either.

He takes a breath.

“Let’s end this, Viktor.”

Connor Murphy | Dear Evan Hansen | a powerful silence

“You can’t use a note from your therapist to get out of the rest of your life,” Ms. Bernat snaps. Evan flinches, glares, and opens his mouth. When nothing comes out he closes it and crosses his arms tighter across his chest, defensive.

“Evan,” she bristles, and Evan leans over and grabs his bag, like he’s about to stand up and leave.

Connor starts to read the passage himself, focusing intently on the page in front of him and nothing else. Some of the class is muttering, and Ms. Bernat lets out a loud, telling sigh, but doesn’t bother telling him to stop.

When he’s done he calls in Alana Beck to continue, because she’s always eager for the participation bullshit, and lays his head on his desk to avoid the eyes he can feel skating off him.

When he looks up after Alana’s done he catches Evan staring at him. His school bag is still sitting in his lap, fingers twisting over the strap, and he’s frowning a bit, a little furrow of confusion between his brows. When he sees Connor catch him he flushes and jerks his gaze away, fingers twisting harder. Then, after a moment, just as Connor’s about to scoff and turn away, Evan meets his gaze again and blinks at him. Then he opens his mouth, and he doesn’t say anything, not really, but he mouths a clear, ‘thank you’.

Connor quirk a brow. Shrugs at him, and tucks his chin back down to hide the heat he can feel gathering in his face.

Evan Hansen would be a lot less distracting if he wasn’t so fucking pretty.

Clarke Griffin | The 100 | preventative measures

Clarke is four when she has her first vision, and it isn’t something scary. It’s silly and fun, and her mom smiles and teases when she shares it.

She’s had some before that point, already forgotten.

When they are fifteen she avoids Wells for a week, sure that he’s gathering the nerve to ask her on a date.

And then, when she is sixteen, her dad discovers the system failure and the future shifts.

She dreams of her father being sucked from the Ark. She dreams of a solitary existence. And she dreams of the ground.

“Don’t do anything reckless, dad,” Clarke whispers into his shoulder, arms trembling around him.

She pulls a lever and burns hundreds alive. She watches herself kill a boy who thanks her for the kindness. Her hands drip with the blood of children, and she is barely sixteen, and her dad is warm beneath her grasp but he won't be for long, not if she can't make him listen.

Goose | Captain Marvel | goose

“You’re afraid of Goose?”

“It’s a flerken,” Loki said between gritted teeth.

Tony tips his head. “You’ve got an army.”

Goose pounced onto Tony’s shoes and Loki shifted another step back. “That can eat an army.”

“Uh, you’d tell me if I wasn’t feeding you enough, right?” Goose wrapped around Tony’s leg, purring. “Alright then, good.”

Emma Swan | Once Upon a Time | a mother's love

Emma stopped. Took a breath, considered leaving, but she couldn’t let the stray comment go, not when it had hit so hard and stung so deeply.

“Also, fuck you for saying I ‘tossed’ that little boy away. You think I felt like I had any choice? I was eighteen, barely out of jail. I wouldn’t have been able to afford a warm place for him to sleep, or a crib, or a toy. We would’ve been living on the streets or out of shelters, and that’s if fucking child services didn’t snatch him away from me. I grew up in their tender care, and I wasn’t going to submit my son to group homes. I wanted that baby boy,” she was nearly whispering, now, not willing to let Henry hear, “but even then I wasn’t selfish or stupid enough to think my loving him would be enough.”

“You want to know why you have him, Regina Mills? Because I chose you. I had my pick. There were other families, more traditional, more ‘complete’. Different mothers and fathers I could’ve placed him with—but the agency showed me your file, and I thought yeah. A smart, powerful, well-off woman who just wants someone to love. It sounded like a good fit.”

“You may have chosen Henry, but I chose you for him. Because I thought you’d be a good fit. So imagine how much it feels like I fucked up when I find out he thinks his own mom is evil and doesn't love him.”

Emma swallowed heavily. “No child should ever feel like that. Especially when looking at you, it’s so fucking obvious that you care for him. So instead of taking your anger out on me, why don’t you march through your goddamn mansion, sit down with your son, and find a way to show him just how much you love him? Find a way to prove it, somehow, because until you do—until I can be sure he isn’t about to run away and do something as reckless and dangerous as following me back to Boston on a fucking Greyhound—I’m not going anywhere.”

#I'm not too comfortable tagging others #but I do appreciate the tags #<3 #my writing #Voldemort #Stiles and mini-Stiles #side character love #tw: suicidal thoughts #tw: suicide #Selective mutism #Shorts

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thecarnivorousmuffinmeta · 1 year

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How would the Harry Potter world react if someone (post-war) published a historical account of Tom Riddle's life? Including the closet burning, him being sent back into the Blitz, etc. My original ask was going to be "what if someone openly published the same opinions expressed about Tom Riddle on this blog," and I realized that the answer was probably that Hermione would do something horrible. I imagine any historical accounts of his life would have to be fairly dry and not outwardly express any disdain for Dumbledore.

As if that wouldn't be any less scandalous.

Remember Harry's shock and rage at Rita Skeeter's biography of Albus Dumbledore which we learn is "well, actually, all of it's completely true".

This would be ten times worse and seen as far more dangerous. I imagine the author would immediately be suspected of being a Death Eater sympathizer. The account they take is weirdly Muggle, but it's very clearly subversive slander of the memory of Albus Dumbledore, of Harry Potter and his friends, and clearly sympathetic to Voldemort.

The book would be banned by Minister Hermione, I imagine the author would find themselves tailed, interrogated, and thoroughly investigated for connections to the now defunct Death Eaters. Anyone seen purchasing or owning this book would be suspected of pureblood supremacy and likely have their homes raided without warrant on suspicion of Dark Magic.

On the other hand, I imagine pureblood supremacists would then go out of their way to purchase/own the book to make a statement. The book's kind of weird and weirdly Muggle about the Dark Lord, they don't like it, but it's not about what the book is about anymore. It's what the book stands for.

Doesn't matter how objectively the book is written, it would be suspected of being written with purpose (and in this universe it'd probably be true as it'd take a very stupid wizard to say "I'll write a biography of Voldemort!" in the immediate aftermath.)

#harry potter #harry potter meta #harry potter headcanon #tom riddle #voldemort #hermione granger #anti hermione granger #albus dumbledore #anti albus dumbledore #meta #headcanon #opinion

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Hi! Do you take asks? I really like the idea of a tomarry fanfic with a crazy harry like Bellatrix crazy, maybe even being a follower of Voldemort. If you don't have any recs on this just ignore it. <3

Oh hi, yes, I absolutely love this theme/trope. Give me Harry with the crazy eyes, give me Harry with a vicious grin and blood dripping out from between his teeth, give me a feral little gremlin boy who’s been pushed to his limits — and who then decides to push back.

And then paired with Voldemort? A match made in heaven ♡

Tomarrymort Recs with Unhinged/Dark Harry

Again and Again by Athy (M, 335k, WIP)

Harry is on his 12th reincarnation of his same old life, and he can’t figure out a way to break the cycle. By now, he’s become a jaded, bitter, and tired wizard who just wants to die. But in this life, he befriends Voldemort and is given a chance to learn how to live.

As Portioned from a Whole by @cannibalinc (E, 24k, WIP)

In which Lord Voldemort undermines the Prophecy and raises the infant Harry Potter as His; in all aspects.

Bitumen by @crowcrowcrowthing (E, 32k, WIP)

Harry finds out the hard way that dementors can’t digest horcruxes. Now separated from his body, his best option is to seek out a similar soul for help, who just so happens to be the Dark Lord Voldemort.

Damaged by @duplicitywrites (E, 26k, WIP)

All his life, Harry has been beaten and bullied—both at home and at school. New student Tom Riddle is handsome, charming, and dangerous. Harry has all the reasons in the world to stay far, far away from him. But he doesn’t.

Descent into Darkness (part 1) / Breeding Darkness (part 2) by Athy (E, 496k, WIP)

Everyone has abandoned Harry when his name comes out of the Goblet of Fire, and he feels utterly alone. Through an accident, Harry and the piece of Voldemort's soul that resides inside him begin to interact, and Harry slowly begins to change. (Note: this fic and its sequel are no longer available on AO3, but it is possible to still find it via Google.)

From Every Ruin by @officialsporkintheroad (M, 5k, complete)

Harry dies during the final battle with Voldemort, but instead of going back to the battle, he wakes up back in the graveyard in his 4th year. Confused with everything, Harry dies, only to wake up at the graveyard again. And again. And again.

Hell is Your Son from Another Dimension by @wynnefic (T, 28k, complete)

A desperate Order of the Phoenix turns to an alternate dimension to summon a hero who has the power to defeat Voldemort. They do get Harry Potter from another dimension, but it’s not entirely who they expect.

nothing left to lose by @cindle-writes (E, 11k, complete)

After the war, what Harry wants more than anything is Tom’s soul piece back inside of him. He goes to desperate measures to attain it.

Painted in Grey by @louveclaviere (M, 34k, WIP)

In a world where Harry Potter is born a few years after Tom Riddle, he becomes Lord Voldemort's most trusted general.

The Foul (part 1) / The Great (part 2) by @meles-merrivale (M, 24k, complete)

Harry travels back in time — very far back in time — and ends up in the Dark Ages. He confronts the worst combination of immortality, fate, and time travel paradoxes.

The Left Words by authoresswithoutwords (M, 235k, complete)

When Harry starts Hogwarts, he finds out that the “Avada Kedavra” on his left wrist means the Dark Lord Voldemort is his soulmate. He hides the words so that no one can see, but he doesn’t become any less of an outcast.

Uncrowned by OatMilkLatte (M, 104k, WIP)

A war between magic and muggles destroys everything that Harry had ever known and loved. He travels back in time to prevent the war, stopping at nothing to carry out his vengeance.

we who walk in shadows black by @evandarandahalf (M, 4k, complete)

In which Harry Potter is a vicious little gremlin who mysteriously knows too much, and Lord Voldemort adores him for it.

#tomarrymort #tomarry #harrymort #aethon recs #tomarry recs #tomarrymort recs #harrymort recs #hp fic recs #ao3 recs #fanfic recs #dark harry potter

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The Heir and the Raven

Chapter 2

(Chapter 3)

Tom Riddle x OC

Warnings: None yet

Summary: Tom’s slowly cracking open the new fifth year’s secrets, and she’s finding out his. But just how much is she willing to reveal to this devilishly charming prefect?

— Kai —

It was Sunday, the last day before my first day of classes where I would inevitably be asked to introduce myself over and over again. I sighed at the thought. At least I would start my tutoring lessons with Tom tomorrow as well. Hopefully, with my previous studying and with his assistance, I wouldn’t be behind for long. I smiled at the thought of seeing him again. He was strange, but kind, and very easy on the eyes. I wonder if he-

“OW!” A harsh flick against my shoulder pulled me from my thoughts, followed by an all too familiar slithering across my back. The two students I was passing on the way to the Great Hall glanced at me strangely before continuing their walk. I smiled and waved, doing my best to act unphased before pulling myself into the nearest broom closet and locking the door.

“You wretched worm what was that for?!” I hissed at the creature sliding down my arm. I watched as the inky face embedded in my skin came into view on my wrist. Ridiculous, it hissed back, its serpentine voice booming inside my head. You are thinking too loud. I do not wish to hear of your fantasies regarding the raven-haired boy.

“I am not fantasizing I was simply thinking about- wait how do you know what he looked like?” The creature began slithering back up my arm. “I am speaking to you! Did you sneak a peak while we were at Hogsmeade yesterday? I told you it’s dangerous to show yourself and we agreed you would stay hidden.” No response. “Leviathan, answer me!”

No one saw.

“That’s not the p-“ I cut myself off, taking a deep breath to calm down. “That’s not the point. Someone could have seen. Do you know how many questions that would have raised?” I felt the responding hiss reverberate inside my brain. “I know that neither of us are very happy about our current predicament. I’m trying my best to rework this spell, but until then you’ve got to listen to me. Otherwise, we put Ambrose and everything we’ve worked for at risk.” He seemed dissatisfied, but eventually quieted down and settled on my upper back.

Fine.

I sighed, untensing my shoulders as I leaned against the closet wall. “And please get off my back and stay out of my thoughts.” I could practically feel him rolling his eyes as he slithered down my body and wrapped around my calf. “I don’t know why you insist on constantly slithering around by my head when we both know it causes issues. The further you are from my brain, the less of my thoughts you have to hear.” There was no response. Thank Merlin, I sighed. I miss the times where I was safe in my own head.

There were many days I deeply regretted accepting Leviathan from Ambrose, but he would have been killed otherwise. He was a very rare creature my brother came across as a baby. Ambrose was actually there when Leviathan hatched, and the two appeared to share an interesting connection because of it. Even though Ambrose was only two years old at the time, the creature seemed to imprint on him in some way. But their connection was never enough for Ambrose, for nothing is ever enough for the Ravenwoods, so when he was 16 he concocted a spell that fused the snake with his body, allowing them to share thoughts and actually speak with one another. It was an impressive, albeit irritating, spell. One that I didn’t know how to reverse. So here I am, stuck with a spell I didn’t know how to undo and a creature I never meant to have: a basilisk.

I took another deep breath to calm myself before unlocking the door and stepping out into the halls. Thankfully, it didn’t seem like anyone saw me, but at this point my appetite had ceased and all I wanted was to sit down. I need some air, I thought, and headed towards the courtyard. As soon as I stepped out into the sun, I felt lighter, like I could truly breathe again. Even though the air was chill with September coming to a close, it was freeing to feel the breeze. I saw a bench sitting opposite a fountain across the courtyard and made my way over to sit down when a student suddenly blocked my path. It was a Gryffindor student, someone I hadn’t met before, and he was leaning over merely inches away from my face.

“Why, hello there. Kiley, is it? My name’s William, William Everly. It’s nice to meet you.”

I took a step back, earning me a better view of his face. He had light brown hair that was slicked back against his head, earthy brown eyes that reminded me of sun-scorched soil, and a light sprinkling of freckles across his cheeks. Something about his facial structure reminded me of a weasel. “Ahh.” I replied. “Nice to meet you as well?”

He took a step forward, getting eerily close to me again. “I’ve been meaning to introduce myself but I haven’t seen you around the castle until today. Was really impressed with the show you put on the other night during the sorting ceremony.” He leaned down close to my ear. “Think you might want to put on a personal show for me?” I shoved against his chest, pulling my wand out and placing it firmly against his torso. He had the audacity to look irritated.

“Why in Merlin’s name would I do that?”

A few students began to gather around us, whispering about how the new student could already be causing such a fuss.

He leaned forward, pushing against my wand. “Don’t try and hide it.” He hissed. “I saw you sneaking out of the broom closet. You’ve only been here two days and you’re already sneaking off to snog other students? I just wanted a taste you little-“

“STUPEFY!”

He went flying across the yard and landed in the fountain, soaking himself to the bone. I watched as he surfaced, fury written across his features and his face a ruddy shade of red.

“Next time, William, maybe corroborate your ‘facts’ before you come to a conclusion. I haven’t snogged anyone, and if the rest of the students are like you, I’m certainly not planning to. Not that it’s any of your business you weasel.” The students around us erupted into a chorus of oohs and ahhs, mocking him further. He sloppily pulled himself out of the fountain, his drenched clothes making it difficult for him to balance.

“How dare you speak to me that way!?” He raised his wand as more students began to gather around us. “I’ll make sure that you-“ I watched as his eyes widened and the color drained from his face. He slowly lowered his wand.

“What?” I taunted. “Did someone realize they’re a little too big for their britches?”

It was then that I felt it, a looming presence behind me. I turned, expecting to see a professor ready to drag us both down to detention before I had ever entered a classroom, but I was met with the same dark eyes I had been with the day before. He was looking over me, staring intensely at the sodden Gryffindor.

“T-Tom,” he started, “I wasn’t- I mean I- Umm..” He was frightened. Was he scared of… Tom? I watched as the cogs turned in his head, and as he spoke again, his tone changed. “T-thank goodness you’re here!” The weaselly little sod pointed at me. “She attacked me! I was just trying to introduce myself and she threw me in the fountain!” I clenched my fists.

“Oh, so you’re a liar now as well?” I went to step forward but felt a hand grab my wrist. Tom pulled me back towards him as he stepped around me, still eyeing William like a hawk with its prey. The Gryffindor’s eyes seemed to get even wider when he realized his story wasn’t working. He even seemed to be trembling. For the first time that day, Tom turned to look at me, scanning me up and down as if searching for something. Whatever he found, he seemed to be content with as he turned back towards William.

“That’ll be two weeks of detention Mr. Everly, starting this evening. Don’t be late or I’ll make it three.” The Gryffindor opened his mouth as if to contest his punishment, but immediately shut it when he saw the look on Tom’s face. Instead, he nodded his head vigorously and turned on his heel, scurrying back to wherever he came from.

Tom turned towards the crowd, which began scattering as well, before finally turning back to me. He sighed, “I didn’t realize you were going to be trouble.” I threw my hands up exasperated. “I’m not! He started it! This is absolutely absurd I was minding my own business!” Amusement danced in his eyes as his expressionless demeanor faded away to a smug curve of his lips. “I know. I’m joking. Why do you think I gave him detention but not you? He’s been caught in similar scenarios with other girls across the castle.” He turned us around, placing his hand firmly on my lower back to guide me from the courtyard. “Though I am quite curious to know what he said that got you so riled up that you threw him in a fountain.”

I scowled. “He’s just a bloody prick who wanted to get in my pants. He didn’t even have the common sense to check and see if anyone else was in the closet with me he just assumed I was snogging someone and tried to make a move! Pathetic.” His eyes squinted and he slowed to a halt, grabbing my robes with the hand he placed on my back to stop me as well. “And why were you in the broom closet?”

Fuck. My adrenaline was still pumping from the encounter. I had said too much. He was staring at me, back to expressionless, back to calculating. It’s fine, I thought, I know how to lie. I can lie.

“I was having an issue with my robes.” I responded smoothly. “My head wasn’t where it was supposed to be and I don’t know how I managed to mess them up so badly but they needed to be fixed and I didn’t want to fix them publicly so I went into the closet.”

He hummed, scanning me again. It felt so familiar, that cold look of observation, like I was back in my parents lab. I hated it. I thought back to William, the look on his face when he beheld Tom behind me, and I could vaguely understand his unease. Suddenly, Tom’s eyes flashed, as though he was seeing something he didn’t expect to see, but it was gone as quickly as it appeared. So intriguing. He was an enigma, a combination of charisma and oddities. I could understand, perhaps, the slight unease with him, but why the fear? A deep sigh escaped his nose as he grasped my arm and tugged me down a different hallway, not quite empty, but certainly less busy than the one next to the courtyard. He flipped me around to face him and cocked his head to the side. “Would you like to try that again?”

I shuffled my feet. “I’m not sure what you mean.”

He frowned. “I can appreciate a good liar, Kai, but not when they’re lying to me.”

Merlin, he was good. How did he catch it? I could try to deny it. Maybe if I play my cards right I could-

“Don’t you dare try to insult my intelligence by denying it.” He snapped.

I stopped fidgeting and stared at him somewhat shocked. Perhaps this temper was what caused the other students to be afraid of him. He pinched the bridge of his nose and exhaled, more calmly this time. “You’re keeping secrets, Kai. You told me you aren’t going to be trouble, and yet you’re lying to me, your prefect.” His voice turned softer, sweeter. “I just want to help you. I didn’t send you to detention did I? I can help with whatever you’re struggling with if you’ll just let me.” His voice was like a lullaby. Even after the temper he displayed, I still had a desire to tell him, to trust him, but it would put too much at risk.

“I can’t.”

His jaw clenched briefly as his eyes flickered between mine. “You’re not very good at trusting are you?”

“Give me a reason to trust you.”

“Have I not given enough? I’ve helped you with everything since you’ve arrived: your supplies, your wand. I showed you around Hogsmeade, bought you a drink, respected your privacy regarding your family, protected you from that idiot Everly, and I trusted that you were in the right when it came down to a punishment for dueling in the courtyard.”

He took my hand in his and placed his other hand on top. It was so gentle, a kindness I wasn’t used to. I wanted to melt into his hands. “Let me help you.” He reiterated.

I considered. He was top of his classes, a prefect highly regarded by many of the professors. And he was right. All he had done was help me, believe in me, and protect me since I arrived. Perhaps, he could shed a new light on the situation, a new perspective.

Don’t you dare, Leviathan’s voice reverberated inside my head as I felt him slither up my back. You were scolding me only moments ago for nearly revealing myself to the boy and now you think you can tell him yourself?

I don’t think we should tell him. I don’t want to tell him, but we’ve made no progress for months, Leviathan, I retorted. I don’t know how to separate us. I want to protect Ambrose, our work, but we would both be more useful to him if we were no longer conjoined.

You just met him.

I know.

He could easily deceive us.

I know.

It’s a trick.

But what if it’s not?

I felt what seemed like a sigh reverberate throughout my body. Even if he has the purest intentions, our conjoining could scare him, have him seek out a higher authority for answers. He slithered onto my shoulders. You cannot trust people you just met you silly, sssilly girl. My fists clenched at my sides. I wasn’t some foolish ninny. I knew the risks. I didn’t want to take them, but our options were limited. There was only so much I knew how to do. If only I could think on it more, or at least come up with an excuse Tom could accept in the meantime. I knew the part I needed to play and the path I had to carve to better this world… but I now I had to consider if Tom would play a part in that as well.

His eyes were still locked onto mine as he waited for me to continue. I opened my mouth. “Tom, I-“

“Ahh! Kiley, there you are!” Tom and I both turned from each other to see none other than Theodora Heartly approaching us. “I’ve been looking for you! I wanted to apologize for leaving you unattended yesterday. I came down with some sort of food poisoning and it had my bedridden till this morning. But I’m feeling tip top now and I’m ready to take you to get your supplies!”

“Theodora!” I replied with a smile. “I’m glad you’re feeling better, but Tom here already took me to get everything.”

She turned to where I was gesturing, seemingly unaware of his presence, and her smile dropped. “Oh, Tom! Umm, hello.” She looked between the two of us. “Thank you for taking her. You didn’t have to do that. I apologize for any inconvenience it caused.” He smiled politely in return. “No inconveniences.” Theodora stared at him, glancing at me, then back at him. “Right. Well, I hate to interrupt, but I’ll need to borrow Ms. Ravenwood for a moment. Professor Slughorn assigned a couple new books that aren’t in the syllabus and I was asked to bring Kiley to his office to retrieve them.”

“Ahh,” Tom replied, “well seeing as I’m already with Ms. Ravenwood, and I’m Slughorn’s top student, it would make more sense for me to escort her, correct?”

“Well-“ she stammered. He turned to me. “Don’t you think, Kai?”

“Oh! Uhh…” I was fumbling for words, unsure what to say.

“Actually,” Theodora interrupted. Tom’s head swiveled to meet hers. “I’m to show her to her roommates as well. They were at the library working on a project all last night, so they haven’t had a chance to introduce themselves.”

That explains why my rooms were empty last night even though there were four other beds, I thought.

I looked to Tom. He gave a tight-lipped smile to Theodora before turning to me. “I’ll speak to you later, then?” I nodded and he took that as his leave, turning on his heel and retreating back to the courtyard. Theodora exhaled loudly, almost as in relief, before rounding suddenly to me. “You have. To tell me. Everything.”

— Tom —

He saw her, snippets of her life flashing so quickly in his mind that he barely understood what was happening until it was over. It was like her thoughts exploded into his head. But what was the trigger? How could he see her thoughts then, but not before? And he was shut out as quickly as he was let in. He was so frustrated that he snapped at her, and he could see the caution written on her face when he did so. Thankfully, his careful charm and charisma reeled her back in, and he nearly had her. She was so close to spilling her secrets until that insufferable Theodora stepped in. But no matter. He could use this time to replay the memories he had stolen from her. He just had to slow them down, think about them.

He slammed the door behind him to his room and sat at his desk, concentrating on what he managed to extract. It was a jumble of pictures, overlapping each other and playing at top speed, but he could feel the emotions associated with them. Confusion. Dread. Pain. Hatred. Love. Sorrow. Guilt. It made his head pound.

Slowly, he began unraveling the threads. They were brief memories, again, more feelings than anything, but they were more than he had before. Finally, after a few seconds he managed to pull them apart, and he dove into the depths of her memories to watch her.

She was screaming, gripping her arm in agony as she fell to the floor. A man caught her… Ambrose. He begged her not to tell, begged her to protect it and to fulfill their legacy as he hushed her and held her close. The door flung open and people flooded into the room. They dragged Ambrose out the door, but she remained on the floor, eyes wide and tears falling silently. She gripped her arm once more. The memory faded into another. She was in an office, maybe a lab, surrounded by broken glass and scattered papers. He felt the fury radiating from her even through the memory as she continued hurling whatever was closest to her around the room. She didn’t want to listen to Ambrose instructions, but she felt she had no choice. The memory faded again. She was now in a bright room with bars on the windows. She looked younger now, about 8 years old, and she was showing a picture she drew to two older adults… her parents. They ripped it from her grasp and tossed it on the table behind them, speaking to each other as if she weren’t there. She snapped, screaming and begging to be acknowledged, to be loved. They looked at her with such cold indifference, like they were observing an experiment. Then, their faces faded and suddenly she was in the hallway at Hogwarts, Tom’s face of indifference taking their place.

He snapped out of her memories, opening his eyes and leaning back in his chair. She was protecting something, something very important. The people that took her brother away looked to be from the Ministry. Ambrose must have done something terrible to be snatched away like that. With a smile, he realized there was a rotten core within the Ravenwood family, one he planned to use to his advantage. And knowing that they planned to leave their legacy for Kai to carry out on her own left him feeling more confident than ever that his intuition towards her was not misguided. She would be incredibly useful, a powerful and cunning addition to his arsenal. But even as he reveled in his newfound information, he couldn’t get the picture of her screaming in that barred room out of his head.

— Kai —

“He what?” Theodora remarked for the third time, still as astonished as the first.

“I told you!” I replied with a hint of laughter, “He took me out for a butterbeer afterwards. Is that really so hard to believe?” She stared, mouth agape. “I mean we just met it’s not like it was anything more than a friendly outing. Even less than that because we weren’t even friends!” She squinted, a devious smile coming to her lips. “Are you friends now?” I rolled my eyes playfully at her implication. “Why is this such a big deal? Is he famous or something?” She snorted. “I guess you could say that. He’s a… well, riddle.” We both chuckled at her pun, but I thought back to the fear on William’s face, how quickly the crowd scattered, and even the look on Theodora’s face when she noticed Tom’s presence.

My hand dropped to her arm, slowing her down to a halt. “Really, Theodora. What’s going on with him? Why does everyone act so strangely when he’s around?” She looked uncomfortable, glancing around the halls quickly as if checking to see if anyone was listening. “It’s mostly a bunch of rumors, really. Nothing substantial.” I waited for her to continue and she sighed, giving in. “Well, for one, the crowd he runs with is a nasty bunch. Many of them terrorize the other students for seemingly no reason at all. But what’s stranger is that it’s not like they’re all a group of friends, they all… listen to him. Do exactly what he says when he says it.”

“I mean, he’s a prefect. Wouldn’t that make sense for everyone to listen to him?” I questioned.

A disgruntled look fell across her face. “No, it’s different. I don’t know how to explain it. It’s like he’s their leader or something.” I was unconvinced and she could see it. “But that’s not all. He’s never taken an interest to anyone at this school. No one! He never does the student tours, he is hardly ever seen out of the castle, and he has certainly never bought anyone a butterbeer!” She poked my chest dramatically for effect and I smirked.

“Perhaps he simply enjoys keeping his life private.” I retorted. I thought about it and my smile dropped a bit. “And sure that might make him odd, but it still doesn’t explain the way people react around him. I was in the courtyard earlier and met William Everly-“

“How?! How are you meeting so many people?!” She interrupted exasperatedly.

“That’s not the point!” I shot back with a smile. “The point is that Tom showed up and I watched the color drain from Will’s face. He looked completely terrified… What would make him so afraid of Tom?” Theodora’s face looked flush, and she shot her head around again to look at the other students in the hallway. She grabbed my arm and pulled me further down the hall, away from the crowd and towards Professor Slughorn’s classroom. “Look, no one has ever caught him. As I said it’s just rumors! But… strange things do tend to happen when he’s around. People do things and have no memory of doing them. People get hurt more. And I think… I think him and his friends torture people in detention…”

“Torture?!” I screeched. She threw a hand over my mouth and shushed me as we walked. I swiped it away and asked quieter, “What makes you say that?”

“Well,” she fiddled with her robes, “Obviously harsh punishment can be used in detention. Some of the students do scream, but when Tom or the others are in charge of detention, it’s completely silent. Like they muffled the doors…”

I mulled over her points and frowned. “Has anyone considered that he’s actually nice and the reason it’s quiet in detention is because he doesn’t torture people at all? It just seems like a lot of hearsay. People tend to do weird things and get hurt a lot around here from what I’ve heard. It just seems Tom is an easy target for people to blame it on since he can be a little odd.” She considered my points and frowned as well, now seemingly aware of how silly it all sounded. I continued with a slight smile, “But I guess considering the rumor about detention and his off putting demeanor, I too would be a little scared to be dragged down there with him.”

She snorted and looped her arm through mine, pulling me towards our destination. “I guess you’re right. It’s all kind of silly. He really is an oddball though isn’t he? I mean he’s a ridiculously handsome oddball. If people aren’t scared of him they’re probably crushing on him.” She wiggled her eyebrows at me and laughed before continuing, “But maybe he just wasn’t really socialized growing up and that’s what’s made him different. He did grow up in an orphanage you know.”

My eyebrows raised in curiosity. “No, I didn’t know. Then again I’m sure that’s not something he probably likes to talk about with strangers.”

We arrived at the professors door, but it was closed. She knocked before turning back to me. “Yeah, I guess so. But blimey the rumors that came out of that place. He was just an odd kid you know? Some said that he would just stare at them without ever saying anything or they’d turn around and he’d just be there. Creepy right? One kid even said that he never once heard Tom speak to another person, but that he would go outside at night and hiss at the snakes. Oh, and another time-“

I had been looking down the hall towards the students but snapped my head towards her at the mention of Tom hissing at snakes. It could easily just be him playing pretend. Or him attempting to make some sort of a friend since the other kids were avoiding him. All kids do some odd thing like that. But it could also mean…

The door to the classroom flung open and Professor Slughorn smiled wide in greeting. “Ahh! You must be Kiley! How nice to meet you. Please, come in!” He waved Theodora and I into his class and began talking about the extra books he assigned and the importance of reading them. I put on my best listening face, but in reality, I was considering the unique opportunity that Theodora had just provided me, and I began plotting how best it could work in my favor.

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themattress · 6 months

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Favorite Bigoted Villains

Bigotry is among the highest forms of evil, and it is well represented by these villains.

Judge Claude Frollo - Frollo is a prime example of religious, institutional and human bigotry. He clings to Catholic dogma as a way to justify everything he does, no matter how vile, and to make himself believe he is a righteous hero defending Paris against the "vermin" that are the Gypsies, practitioners of sinfulness and even witchcraft in his view. He will not hesitate to abuse his power and bring the entire force of the law on the Gypsies, ultimately seeking to commit genocide on them. And when tasked with raising a deformed child of a Gypsy, he brings him up in the most cold, isolated and repressed environment possible..."for his own good", of course. But when he develops lustful feelings for the Gypsy Esmeralda, Frollo finally engages in a hypocrisy that's too much even for him, with the contradictions in what he feels and what he believes driving him to utter madness as he desperately seeks to have it both ways. It's truly frightening how many people like Frollo exist in real life, people who hate so blindly and stubbornly that they are blind to their own sins and hypocrisies...and who will do the most psychotic and dangerous mental gymnastics to get around the truth when finally faced with it. I like to think that, like him, they condemn themselves to Hellfire in doing so.

Lord Voldemort - If Frollo leans more towards the realistic side of bigotry, then Tom Marvolo Riddle, better known as Lord Voldemort, is more allegorical. He represents every bigoted fascist dictator or wannabe-dictator in all of their monstrousness, with said monstrousness being exaggerated to the highest degree possible: Voldemort is pale and snake-like, lacking in identifiable humanity, able to talk to snakes and possess other people as though he's the Devil himself, and has divided his soul into several fragments in order to achieve immortality. However, I feel what makes Voldemort a truly exceptional villain is the way in which he, despite all of these fantastical magical elements at play to make him frightening, sticks to the core of what he is representing: weak and pathetic human beings. For that is what Tom truly is beneath all his posturing of being a Satanic Dark Lord: a man who hates other breeds of people simply in order to feel better about his own miserable self, who craves power over everything because anything less would keep his lack of self-worth alive and gnawing at it him forever, and seeks to be immortal because he is a coward terrified of dying. And in the end he dies "with a mundane finality", no different than any other person. Like all tyrants, his pride and power ultimately amounted to nothing. Voldemort used to be someone whom people were too frightened to say the name of. But now, he's nothing but a bad memory.

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ashotofogdensoldfirewhiskey · 8 months

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The Executor

Something totally random, not at all what I usually write, but I hope you enjoy it anyway <3

The day had been long and arduous, made unnecessarily complicated by continuing interference from the school governors about the proper direction of fourth year Transfiguration curriculum, a subject about which Albus wished he cared less so that he might have avoided yet another tedious back and forth with the persnickety Ophelia Greengrass.

Albus interrupted his curriculum review to glance at the bit of parchment detailing the date and time of the interview he had scheduled, realizing with a great sigh that the man was due to arrive any minute.

With each passing year it grew more difficult to identify a qualified candidate to fill the role of Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor, and this year was proving especially impossible. Word had infested even the farthest corners of Britain that no teacher could last longer than a year in the post, forced to leave or resign due to some misfortune or other. Albus mentally cataloged the now undeniable litany of afflictions that had swept away two decades’ worth of colleagues - a home burned to the ground, a serious case of spattergroit, hippogriff injury, an incorrectly brewed Pepper-Up potion…

He had butted up against this moral quandary for years and had not devised any resolution. Indeed, it was a neat little problem that Tom had devised.

Albus could not do away with the subject of Defense Against the Dark Arts altogether, as Tom had surely wanted, for this would leave an entire generation of students vulnerable to what seemed to be Tom’s inevitable return.

He could not fill the post himself, lest he planned to be permanently expelled from the school.

He could not allow someone to walk into the post blind to its dangers, but if they knew the dangers surely they would not take it. Indeed, no sane person would knowingly subject themselves to the myriad of misfortune that had befallen past professors. It did not, after all, take a particularly intelligent individual to deduce that twenty three failed professors was not so much of a coincidence as it was a prophecy - whoever took the post would not remain in it.

And so it was that Albus was left to sift between candidates too obtuse to heed the warning signs that they were walking into a lion’s den or candidates ignorant of the lion altogether, both of which were decidedly unsuitable options.

Albus would have respected Tom for the effective simplicity of his little moment of spitefulness, if it were not so distasteful.

And now the game had changed, the stakes had heightened, because Quirinius Quirrell was dead.

There was no escaping it. Albus was not so desperate to claim moral responsibility as to ignore that Quirrell had done much of his own accord to achieve this particular result, but the fact remained that he had died. No other Defense Professor had died before, and so Albus had been operating under what he now considered to be a naive delusion that offering someone the post was not tantamount to a death sentence.

But he could not now ignore the reality that new data had come in, and a job offer was potentially fatal. The possibility of it was sufficient to cast a pall over the whole interview procedure. Next to no one had applied, and he dreaded the thought of hiring the few that had put themselves up for the job.

But, slave as he was to his staffing problems, he had scheduled an interview. He wondered vaguely if his dark purple robes were inappropriate attire for the grim task of choosing Tom Riddle’s next victim.

Albus heard a knock at the door. The candidate had arrived for his interview, but Albus had not arrived at any solution. Indeed, he had not for over twenty years.

But the show, as they say, must go on.

“Enter.”

The man called Gilderoy Lockhart stepped purposefully into the office, his robes of garish magenta swishing behind him. Albus quickly assessed him, this first time seeing him in the flesh rather than on the cover of some magazine, trying to quash his dubiousness as to the man’s credentials so as to offer him a fair interview.

Or, perhaps, a properly fair interview would have meant Albus had advertised the jinx on the job posting to begin with, and therefore fairness was but a bygone illusion. Alas.

“Albus Dumbledore,” the man proclaimed, extending his hand for Albus to shake. “I’ve long thought we ought to meet.”

“Mr. Lockhart,” Albus returned, shaking the man’s hand and marveling inwardly at his faultless quaff of blonde hair. “It is a pleasure. Please, have a seat.”

Lockhart sat, gathering his cloak and draping it artfully over the wooden armrest.

“Thank you for coming in to meet with me, “ Albus began, eyeing him shrewdly. “I daresay I was surprised to learn you were interested in a teaching post at Hogwarts. I’d think instruction a dull departure from your many adventures.”

If Gilderoy Lockhart understood the veiled skepticism Albus had levied his way, he ignored it admirably. “Well, it seems that this post is at least as dangerous as banishing a banshee!” Lockhart quipped roguishly. “The poor fellow who last held the position died, did he not?”

Albus raised his eyebrows, surprised in spite of himself. “He did, indeed. I did not imagine such information would endear you to the post.”

Lockhart puffed out his chest so that his frilly cravat threatened to escape his lapels. “On the contrary, I can’t imagine a man better suited to dealing with a pesky problem than myself. I’ve done a fair bit of research, Dumbledore, and it seems that something nefarious is going on with this position. Haven’t you noticed?”

The air of condescension with which he asked the question might have irritated Albus were he not so intrigued. “Nefarious?”

Lockhart nodded self-importantly. “Not a single person has lasted in this post for longer than a year. Something is driving them away, wouldn’t you say?”

“I would,” Albus agreed, eyeing the man.

This was not at all the way Albus had expected this interview to begin. If he were perfectly honest, he had certain reasonable doubts as to the veracity of Lockhart’s many claims to fame. Lockhart had not been a particularly outstanding student during his time at Hogwarts, and if memory served correctly, he had been a tad shy of mediocre at Defensive magic. And, it all seemed suspiciously convenient that he should manage to be in the right place at the right time to save the day in so many far-flung locations, with seemingly no prior connection to any of the villages he had allegedly plucked from peril. Albus had perused Lockhart’s (overpriced) collection of works and found the prose to be lacking and the claims of infamy so ludicrous as to be sensational. And yet, further probing into the matter had not revealed any confirmable falsehood.

At least, not yet.

“Well,” said Lockhart, as though this settled the matter. “There you have it. I offer you my services. I think you’ll find my resume speaks for itself.”

With a flourish, Lockhart pulled a scroll of parchment from his pocket and handed it to Dumbledore. It did, indeed, speak for itself, for as soon as Albus unfurled it, an oily voice began reciting its contents in a manner similar to a sports announcer.

“Gilderoy Lockhart, wizard extraordinaire and Five-Time Winner of Witch Weekly’s most charming smile award–”

Albus rolled the parchment firmly, thankfully silencing the voice. “Thank you, Mr. Lockhart. For fear of being obtuse, I wonder whether you might elaborate on what precisely you mean when you say that you are offering… ‘your services.’”

Lockhart grinned, and Albus could have sworn a tooth gleamed in the firelight. “It’s quite simple, is it not? It seems to me that Hogwarts is currently under the thumb of some Dark and nefarious magic. And here I am, with an entire collection of works illustrating my capabilities in dealing with danger.” Lockhart paused, and chuckled in a way that Albus presumed was supposed to be charming. “Which, incidentally, could be the title of my next work, after I’ve done away with the danger at Hogwarts.”

Albus sat back and appraised the man who fancied himself capable of ridding the castle of jinx he had been plagued by for decades, still grinning in a way befitting of a magazine cover. “And what of the primary responsibilities of the post? Teaching?”

“Oh, I think young minds would have a lot to gain from hearing of my travels,” Lockhart replied easily, running a finger over his silk lapel. “Who could be better qualified than myself to instruct the next generation to defend themselves from magic unknown?”

Who, indeed. There were not, after all, hordes of candidates clamoring for the role, and certainly none with the notoriety that Lockhart had garnered. And yet, as Lockhart continued to smile with those unnaturally white teeth, all Albus could see was veneer.

Everything about him was facade, from his quaffed hair down to his polished boots; a perfect image of a storybook hero. And just like a storybook hero, completely lacking in substance. Albus imagined that the illusion might be broken in a strong wind, if even one hair fell out of place.

Albus searched the man’s eyes, probing gently into his mind to see what he might find there, but found it to be interestingly blank. Suspiciously blank. Defensively blank. Interesting. This man was protective enough of his secrets that he had practiced in the art of Occlumency.

Albus was sure he could break down his defenses, but such an intrusion would surely alert Lockhart to his probe, and for what purpose? Albus did not need Legilimency to discern that this man was but a talentless hack adorned with the trappings of a hero. He could not prove it, and he would be hard pressed to cite evidence even from this conversation to back his assertion, but he was sure of it: Gilderoy Lockhart was a fraud.

But, he was a fraud with one quality that Albus could not overlook: he was consenting to the jinx on the post.

Albus rotated the thing in his mind, trying to see it from all angles. There were no other candidates who had applied that seemed even remotely qualified for the role, and none further who seemed at all inclined to view the jinx as the opportunity rather than the curse it was. Albus had done his research, enough to know that the tales told in Lockhart’s books had at least some truth in them. There had indeed been yetis and trolls and banshees in all of the places Lockhart claimed he had rescued; Albus was now merely convinced it had not been he who had rescued them. But he apparently knew enough to write about them. Even if the knowledge was not firsthand, surely he could communicate some of it to the students?

The matter was quite simple, really. Albus could hire a mediocre fraud, or he could twist himself into one by deceiving a different, unknowing candidate, yet again.

“I appreciate your application, Gilderoy. Hogwarts would be pleased to have you,” Albus said, standing to extend his hand to Lockhart. “I can provide information on Hogwarts curriculum by owl.”

Lockhart took it with a roguish grin. “A wise decision, a wise decision, Dumbledore. You won’t regret it.”

Albus smiled through his misgivings, patently sure that he would.

But this was what Tom Riddle had made of the great Albus Dumbledore - the executor of his wicked designs.

#hp fic #dumbledore #gilderoy lockhart #righting canon wrongs #defense against the dark arts #canon compliant

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Never Glory - Chapter 6

Tom Riddle x reader

TW: blood, gore, death and all that stuff

"Ah what a fine morning," I sarcastically spoke. Our common room is in the dungeons which you guessed, have no windows! I motivated myself to get out of bed because classes would start in less than an hour, and I wouldn't want to be late on my first day.

As I put my socks on, I checked to see whether Kaiser was awake. He was quite smart and he probably knew the dangers of getting out of his cage while I'm gone. Hence, I let him stay there untouched.

I brushed my teeth, showered and put on robes. All that morning stuff. My hands then gently skimmed my favorite book about potions. If this was my first time at Hogwarts, I wouldn't call myself smart academically because I simply saw no point in learning things I wouldn't use in the future. That's what I was like back a few centuries ago, only getting grades for the certain parts and thing I would use. Because let's get it straight, no one and I mean no one is going to use botany if they want to take over the world, or kill someone for a matter of fact. What are they going to do? Woo the victim with flowers. But in complete seriousness, it's quite hard to comprehend how much I've changed these years. Life was so repetitive and unoriginal and I still have absolutely no clue why I'm still here.

The fact that I've seen literally everything terrifies me. It may not seem like it, but death, blood, gore and not to mention, manipulation and torture, have all been seen by my very own old eyes. I just chose not to act on it. The world is already a bloody place without me getting involved. I saw families rise and fall and I couldn't say anything. I've seen the start of this place Hogwarts.

Honestly, I could've done so much. I could've been powerful, because as far as I know, anyone and everyone immortal is already in Azkaban. But I chose to lead a peaceful life, because I have a feeling. I can't quite get this right, but I feel like someone is going to come, and my time might be over soon. Hogwarts is the only place where I just might get some information about how I'm even possible.

My 'life' has been a blur, and I hope that that changes.

I shuddered at my thoughts before shaking my head and walking out with my books in my hands. It was nearly time for class to start, only about five minutes. I read the syllabus before and I know that it hasn't changed. So if I'm correct, we'll be learning about the Sleeping Draught today in Potions. I assume we have Horace Slughorn for Potions and I hope to be on his good side. I just want to study a bit, get good grades and find out what the hell I'm doing in this era. I may consider asking Dumbledore soon too.

I reached the classroom which wasn't that far. I didn't manage to check whether my roommates were still in bed so Vanity and Vector might be in the class already, or they might be making their way here. I gently pushed the door open to be met with some seats full while others were empty. Only about one third of the students were here so far. As I scanned the room, I noticed that Tom Riddle was one of them. I took no pleasure in smiling, as I knew he nor anyone else would reciprocate. I turned to Professor Slughorn and realized that I had to make a nice impression as Potions was one of my favorite subjects. Although, charms was the one that I was best at.

"Oh and who might you be, young lady? I haven't seen you around before," Professor Slughorn asked. "Daena L/N, Sir. Pleasure to meet you," I grinned a little evilly. He didn't know what I was capable of in this particular class. "Ah, Dumbledore told me a little about you, said you were quite the smart one," he said. Well, he wasn't wrong right now. But before, not quite.

"But I'm afraid, since your from Ilvermorny, they are a little below us in terms of academic levels. So I'll need to assign you a tutor. Maybe Riddle m' boy?" He said as he took a glance towards Riddle who seemed to sneer at me but then politely smiled to the professor. I scowled a little which seemed to go unnoticed by the professor. This is bullshit. I don't need someone teaching me anything. However, I still agreed and continued smiling. I moved next to Riddle after he said yes to the offer.

I placed my books down and moved away from the guy as much as my chair would let me. Sooner or later, everyone arrived and started chit chatting about whatever the hell they were talking about. I'm really not in a good mood today. I took a small breath in and out to calm myself a little.

"Everyone! Quiet down, today we will be learning about the Sleeping Draught," Professor Slughorn stated. Well, at least I was right about the Sleeping Draught. I slightly turned my eyes to Riddle, who seemed to be reading a dark arts book. He is just weird, I don't care about how exceedingly 'handsome' people say he is.

"Okay, so can anyone tell me what the Sleeping Draught is?" Slughorn asked. This is child's play, I'm not even going to bother answering. And it seemed Riddle didn't either. As his hand didn't go up. I assumed him to be the one who would be the first person to put his hand up considering how smart people said he was. I shrugged to myself and saw Slughorn pick a girl in Slytherin, she seemed to be... Oh wait- that's Grace Roka. Well, let's hope she gets this right.

"It's a potion that causes the consumer to go to sleep for a long time, Sir," she said, smiling. I swear on my immortal life, this girl is a bloody idiot. She's wrong. She didn't even say a sentence and I found a flaw. I raised my hand and heard Slughorn say, "right, but can someone give me a in-depth explanation?" Professor Slughorn asked as Roka slid a smile onto her face for getting the question right. And her friends congratulated her. I rolled my eyes a bit and put my hand up to answer the question Slughorn just asked.

I saw Riddle's hand slide up too and I prayed that Slughorn would pick me. Slughorn looked at me hesitantly, thinking that I would get the question wrong since I went to Ilvermorny. Well, I can tell he's a judger. "Uhm Daena, why don't you go ahead?" Slughorn said. The class looked at me as I stated my case.

"The Sleeping Draught is a potion which causes the consumer to fall to sleep as Roka said. But, she is wrong, she said that it would cause a long sleep. That is untrue, it is temporary. But instead of a long sleep, it causes a deep sleep where the consumer will not wake up. If you wanted a long sleep, you would use the Draught of Living death," I said while pausing for a second and continuing. "It is a purple mist that envelopes after you open the Sleeping Draught. To make this potion, you need 4 sprigs of Lavender, 6 measures of Standard Ingredient, 2 blobs of Flobberworm Mucus, and 4 Valerian sprigs. Also, the antidote is the Wiggenweld Potion if needed."

I smiled a little before Slughorn spoke up in a little shock. This'll teach you not to judge anyone, Professor. "Well done, Daena! 10 points to Slytherin, plus 5 because of the enthusiasm and listening skills!"

I smugly smiled and looked towards Roka who slid a little under her chair, ashamed of being pointed out for her flaw. She scowled at me while I just looked back towards Slughorn.

"Quite the impressive answer, L/N," Riddle whispered into my ear. I know what you're thinking, but I don't fall easily. If I did, I would be dead.

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I have exams and assignments these 2 weeks so I may not post much. It depends though, I might. Also, I just wanted to give a little traits about your personality and who you'd kill for and blah blah. So if the rambling in the first few paragraphs are long, I apologize.

#tom riddle x reader #tom riddle fluff #voldemort #harry potter #james potter #lily evans #lily potter #tom riddle x you #tom riddle fic #lord voldemort #dark lord #the chosen one

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