#Harry Potter/Lord Voldemort

[talyris]

Genderswap! Harry Potter

[faithsoneluv]

i don't think people understand how hard it is not to ship tomarry / harrymort because what do you mean they're borderline canonically soulmates. what do you mean they're PROPHESIED to each other. what do you mean they're literal parallels, had the same childhood circumstances but turned out the exact opposite. what do you mean harry's the embodiment of the light side and tom's the embodiment of the dark even though they're so, so similar. what do you mean they both have common names even though they themselves are anything but common. what do you mean they have uncountable amount of bible references that apply strictly to them, what do you mean harry makes sure to mention tom's the handsomest in the room whenever he sees him and apparently likes their connection. what do you mean their wands share the core of the same phoenix and therefore literally can't kill each other even if they wanted to. what do you mean harry wanted to give him another chance despite everything he's done, what do you mean tom offered him his hand, what do you mean harry killed tom at the same age except the order of the numbers is reversed. what do you mean harry's eyes are the same colour as tom's favourite unforgivable (avada) AND the colour of his house, what do you mean TOM'S eyes are the colour of harry's favourite defence spell (expelliarmus) and the colour of his house. WHAT DO YOU MEAN THEY ARE EACH OTHER'S OTHER HALF. WHAT DO YOU MEAN HARRY IS LITERALLY TOM'S SOUL??? 😭

NOT TO MENTION THESE THINGS AREN'T EVEN FANON LIKE...? lmk if i missed something though.

[bigendervampire]

from my fic (wip) where Voldemort visits Harry in Privet Drive, only to realise he is his horcrux.

[dulmetra]

Some unfinished black and white pieces of young Thomas as Voldy <3

[abouttimeoc]

[sentinel04]

[larallott]

Being Tom Riddle's girlfriend includes:

Possessive: Tom has an intense need to claim what he considers his, and you are no exception. He keeps you close and makes sure everyone knows you belong to him.

VERY jealous: Tom’s jealousy runs deep, even though he tries to hide it. The mere thought of someone else trying to get close to you drives him mad.

Very protective: He’s always alert to any possible threat. Even if you don’t ask for it, he’s there to ensure no harm comes your way.

He won't admit it, but he likes lying on your chest because it relaxes him: Even though he would never confess it, in moments of intimacy, he enjoys resting his head on your chest. It brings him a rare sense of peace.

He likes when you run your fingers through his hair: He finds an unusual calm when your fingers play with his dark hair, though he would never admit it openly.

He doesn’t show affection in public: In public, he avoids displaying affection. He doesn’t want anyone to see him vulnerable, as it would ruin his image and make him seem weak.

He helps you with your exams: Even though he’s reserved, his intelligence is something he shares with you when needed. He guides you and ensures you excel in your studies.

He likes you sitting on his lap while he reads: When he’s absorbed in his books, he invites you to sit on his lap. He enjoys your closeness as he immerses himself in his reading.

Forehead kisses: His kisses are subtle and soft, especially on your forehead. They are his quiet way of showing affection and protection.

He wraps you in his cloak when it’s cold without saying anything: On cold days, he silently wraps you in his cloak, letting you feel his care and protection without a word.

He watches you sleep (tenderly): Although he would never admit it, in the quiet moments while you sleep, he allows himself to watch you with tenderness. His face softens, and for a brief moment, he looks almost human.

He loves leaving hickeys on your neck, collarbone, or anywhere: Marking you is his way of ensuring everyone knows you belong to him. He leaves hickeys as a visible reminder of his claim.

His kisses are slow but gradually become possessive: At first, his kisses are slow and deliberate, but they quickly turn more intense and possessive, as if each kiss is a reaffirmation that you belong solely to him.

[coquetteriddle]

tomarry / harrymort moodboard

[augustuscaesarsalad]

Imagine if Tom Riddle got hired for the Defense teaching job right after Hogwarts. Dumbledore and Tom have the craziest workplace beef ever. Dippet is still the Headmaster and he has no idea what’s going on. The two most powerful wizards of all time are having the world’s intensest staring contest in the teachers break room. Tom doesn’t become the Dark Lord because he’s too busy grading papers. Nagini and Fawkes become friends which pisses off both Tom and Albus, they have to set up play dates for their familiars and they are so bitter about it.

[ariddle-diddle]

The Cup, post homicide.

Borgin & Burkes Tom trumps all other Toms, in my heart.

[asmmo-deuss]

DADA Professor! Harry and his student Tom, but the mirror and the boggart show the same thing.

[hazelnut1]

If Voldemort survived that night

[madsdorn]

Professor Tom Riddle ✨

[dulmetra]

Thomas in the Slytherin common room

[lumhos]

soulmate au where your soulmate’s name is written on your wrist, but it’s their true name.

this isn’t an issue with majority of the population. many people are content with their names and assume their soulmates are the same.

however, it becomes more challenging when these names don’t exactly exist yet. the soulmates of people still in the closet walk around with their soulmate’s real names, their soulmates none the wiser. those who go by nicknames that don’t exist yet. those who change their names for any other reason.

tom hates his name and the one etched across his wrist. in sharp writing, almost like someone drew a dagger and blindly carved it, layed the name “harry”. right above his vein.

it felt like painful irony that someone like him would get such an average name. someone of tom’s excellence, and extremely common name. “a perfect pair” he would internally sneer.

the fact that its a boy’s name is the icing on the cake. tom learns to bind his wrist in thick bandages, ensuring that nobody could peek through the wraps.

tom grows up and eventually forgets about the name. he doesn’t need foolish things like love when he’s meant for something greater. a soulmate would only weigh him down. keep him chained to Earth when he was meant to soar. he couldn’t even tell you the name anymore.

(in reality, tom goes to bed clutching his wrist. his thumb unconsciously caresses the name when he’s in thought. a bitter ache thrums in his chest when he sees his peers walk around the halls, arm-in-arm with their soulmates.

what makes them so much better than him that he can’t find his soulmate? what’s wrong with him? has fate and lady magic deemed him unworthy of her blessing? where is harry?)

and yet, war does a wonderful job of taking things off people’s minds. so when tomorrow sheds his “oh, so muggle” name for the elegant “voldemort”, he doesn’t consider the effect this will take on his soulmate’s wrist.

he doesn’t fully understand until he rises again, robed by pettigrew, looking different. he looks inhuman, but not as much as he should have been, given the blood was taken (forcibly) by an enemy.

as his ruby eyes finally land on potter, he notices a trickle of red dripping off his arm.

a scratched, bleeding red “voldemort” on his wrist.

[wookiecookiesfactory]

His woman in one hand, his side piece on the other, devilish