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Golden hour - Tom Riddle x Reader

Chubby, she/her, afab, Hufflepuff, shorter than Tom, glasses wearing reader!

I spent more time writing this out on c.ai instead of actually writing this lol. also i borrowed stuff from other Tom/reader fics that i read on ao3

Warning; Smut, fingering- Idk, body worship and lots of touching. Oh and OOC Tom because canon him would never act like this at all. We’re all delulu~

Why was he even here? He hated parties!

He barely tolerated the Slug club parties, so how had his followers convinced him to come to this party with loud music, drinking, dancing, and other obnoxious things? He kept to himself for nearly the entire party-declining any invitations to dance or drink.

He was bored, and starting to feel that buzz as he drank his alcoholic butterbeer. He was very much a lightweight as he learned thanks to this stupid party-he was only his 2nd drink and it had barely any alcohol in it. “let's play a truth game!” someone called over the music and a few people cheered and soon there was a pretty big group of people in a semi-circle in front of the Slytherin fireplace-Tom had somehow been dragged into this with Abraxas and Nott sitting next to him.

There was a vile of truth potion being passed around and Tom was bored enough to take a sip-hoping he didn’t regret this.

There were tame questions like ‘when’s the last time you cheated on a test?’ and ‘what’s the longest time you’ve gone without sleeping?’ or more embarrassing things like ‘have you ever shit your pants after the age of 5’ or ‘what’s your most embarrassing story?’

All well and fine, until it was Tom’s turn and the universe decided to torture him. “Hey, Tom,” A very drunk Slytherin 7th year asked, Tom barely remembered his name-Alvin Zabini if he did remember correctly. Tom hummed, swirling what was left of his butterbeer in the glass he held. “who do you have a crush on? Like-wanna snog em crush?”

Tom flushed like a Gryffindor scarf, his jaw dropping. What kinda question was that?! But the words slipped out of his mouth before he could shut himself up. “(y/n),” Tom slapped his hand over his mouth and mentally screamed.

Oh Salazar-he did NOT just say that!!!

He did.

His answer seemed to sober up a lot of the group-some of his followers looking at him in utter shock. “-as in-(y/n) (l/n)? the muggleborn…the Hufflepuff?” one of the other boys asked, blinking in surprise. Tom had never shown any interest in anyone, much less (y/n)-so…it was quite a shock. Tom groaned into his hand and slowly nodded, still being influenced by the truth potion.

“Holy shit, you like (y/n)?” Abraxas asked, his eyes wide and Tom was already sick of these questions. “Yes-I like her, now fuck off-go embarrass someone else.” Tom hissed, crossing his arms-suddenly feeling very sober as the group went quiet for a few moments and then finally moved on with the game.

The party dies out soon after that and everyone goes back to their rooms, Tom grabs a shower to get rid of that sticky feeling he’s had for nearly an hour now and goes to bed with a small headache, hoping everyone was far too drunk to remember anything in the morning.

His reputation depended on it.

Oh.dear.god.

His followers remembered, and they were using the fact that Tom wouldn’t do anything bad in public to their full advantage.

“heeey (y/nn)~” Lestrange sang as (y/n) walked up behind Tom intending to move around him to get to her next class. She furrowed her brows in confusion as Tom full-on smacked Lestrange for doing that, his ears a deep pink.

“Hi?” (y/n) said, fully confused, Lestrange-or any of the pureblood boys- had never called her by her name before-it was usually mudblood or her last name. Tom made a face at his giggling followers that made them all shut up and Tom sighed.

“Ignore them, please.” Tom nearly stressed the last word as he glared at his followers and (y/n) slowly nodded, rearranging her books as she went to move on, confused by this new behavior from the pureblood boys. Tom had always been civil-even with people he didn’t like-so he didn’t confuse her.

Malfoy on the other hand, was. he was glancing between Tom and her with a stupid grin and Tom clearly wanted to smack it off. “Oookay, then, see you in defense,” (y/n) muttered, waving to Tom as she hurried to herbology.

“Bye, (y/n)~!” Malfoy sang, laughing as Tom smacked him over and over again with his bag-the red starting to spread across his face. (y/n) just shook her head and went on to class, weirdos.

Later Tom sat down next to her in defense class and buried his face in his arms, his ears bright red. He looked utterly…embarrassed? (y/n) had never seen that expression on his face before. “You okay?” (y/n) asked quietly as class began and Tom groaned into his arms, all day his followers had just been teasing him non-stop about his crush on (y/n)

“…I’ll take that as a no,” (y/n) chuckled and Tom felt his stone-cold heart flutter with warmth at the sound of it and he groaned again. All his life he thought he wouldn’t ever fall in love or have a crush-or even be attracted to anyone. He never understood what the boys his age were talking about when they said a girl was cute or how they would get all flustered and nervous when the girl they liked walked over.

But now he got it-he understood.

And he almost hated it.

Because (y/n) made him fumble, (y/n) made him stutter and lose focus, (y/n) made him want to ignore all his plans and obligations to just stare at her forever, (y/n) made him want her. He nearly died during the first month of 6th year and it was too damn hot-leading everyone with a free period to go to the black lake to cool off. Tom had been dragged by his friends and he ended up looking like a tomato under one of the trees as he watched (y/n) wear nothing but a swimsuit, hugging all of her curves and chub so perfectly he was bloody drooling at it.

He had decided to try and study while his friends were goofing off at the lake-but he ended up getting nothing done as he stared at (y/n), his brain supplying him with many thoughts; none of them innocent.

She had caught him staring and Tom nearly broke his neck looking away-his face bright red as she got dressed, hiding her body behind her clothes again, and Tom wanted nothing more to see below the swimsuit, to claim the Hufflepuff girl as his own.

At the time-he thought he had gone mad, maybe he was sick-a fever making him act and think in such a crude way! He was the bloody heir of Slytherin and he shouldn’t, couldn’t, think of someone that way-much less a mud….muggleborn Hufflepuff.

God he couldn't even call her that name, she had taken over his brain and made butterflies swarm his stomach.

He was utterly doomed when Professor Slughorn partnered them up for a potions assignment, and Tom was standing stiffly next to his crush(that was turning to full-blown obsession) as she diligently worked. That was another thing he liked about her-she was serious when it came to her studies. She was very quirky and goofy with her friends, and he…adored her laugh(goddamn her loved her laugh, it made him feel lightheaded and he finally understood what it meant to look at someone and smile unknowingly). But during class, she was straightforward and kept focused-though sometimes she had to pause and fiddle with something so she could regain that focus.

(if he remembered correctly, sometimes she couldn’t sit still and would be tapping her fingers, or her legs, or making sounds with her mouth to burn energy. Stimming? He think she called it? he had no clue what that was about)

But as they were working-(y/n) reached across the table to grab something and her chest brushed his arm-and he had a small mental reboot at the small feeling. His mind going haywire as (y/n) apologized quietly and went back to work-unable to focus on anything as the moment replayed in his mind-supplying filthy fantasies and desires of the just older Hufflepuff girl.

“-om…Tom? Did you hear what I said?” Tom snapped back to reality and he snapped his head down to look at (y/n), his brow raised. “Hmm? Sorry,” Tom muttered, having not listened to a word she said. “Could you repeat that?”

(y/n) smiled a bit and Tom couldn’t help but stare at her lips-just wanting to take her face and-(y/n) held up the glass bowl of Sopophorous beans. “Could you juice these, please?” (y/n) asked and Tom nodded, taking the bowl-a jolt of electricity flowing down his arm as his fingers brushed (y/n)’s.

Bloody hell he was so doomed.

He could hardly focus on juicing the beans-the classroom fading out of sight as the girl beside him took all his attention, as if she was the only thing that mattered in the universe. Tom swallows as she adjusts her glasses, her lashes gently brushing against the lens and her cheeks as she blinks.

He pushes down the sudden need to touch (y/n), his fingers burning with the want as (y/n) takes the bean juice and pours it carefully into the potion, her lips parted slightly in concentration and Tom wants to kiss her and-god what was wrong with him?!

His breath stutters faintly as (y/n) looks at him and nods towards the end of the table-she didn’t want to lean across and make his arm touch her chest again. “Could you grab the powdered fairy wings, please?” (y/n) asks, her shoulder brushing against Tom’s arm and another jolt of lightning runs through his body.

“Of course,” Tom mutters, his face cool and calm-the opposite of his mind as he grabs the jar and hands it to (y/n), their fingers touching again and sending another jolt down his arm, watching as she does exactly as the book says and puts a few teaspoons of the powdered wings into the cauldron.

She stirs the potion and it turns a different color-just as described in the book. Tom turns his attention to (y/n), his lips parted slightly. Brilliant.

He notices her lip quirk a bit and her eyes flickering about the table-she was missing something. “Is something missing?” Tom asks quietly and (y/n) taps the book for the missing ingredient.

“Cobra snake venom, it’s the last ingredient and I forgot it-could you grab it please?” (y/n) asks and Tom doesn’t even wait for her to finish as he turns on his heel and goes over to the cabinet holding the venom, taking the vile and walking back over to (y/n).

(y/n) takes the vile with a smile and pours exactly two tablespoons of it into the cauldron, stirring three times counterclockwise and then turning the heat down so the potion would simmer for three minutes. “Now we wait, and hope it doesn’t blow up.” (y/n) mutters, cleaning up their station while they waited. Tom helped of course-for once, he didn’t do most of the work and felt he should do something.

(y/n) reached across the table again and some of her scent flooded his senses. His eyes fluttered a bit as he smelled her by accident-coconut shampoo, vanilla and strawberry perfume, and caramel.

Fuck.

By some stupid power that takes over him, Tom reaches out and brushes his fingers into (y/n)’s hair, wanting to touch her, feel her.

He abruptly pulls back as (y/n) looks up at him, shocked to feel his fingers in her hair-luckily he has an excuse, but he stumbles through it-something he only does around (y/n). “uh-just…feather. Sorry, you had a feather in your hair.” Tom mutters, flicking away the small blue feather (y/n) had in her hair only a moment before.

(y/n) watches it float to the floor and slowly nods, turning back to the potion-which changes to a different color-and turning the burner off and letting it rest so they can safely pour it into a vile and hand it to Slughorn.

Tom stares at her-an ache in his chest for the girl before him-yearning to touch her, hold her, for her to be his. But in what world would it happen? How could he ever tell her about his feelings?

He comes up with the brilliant idea of secret admirer notes-letters to (y/n) telling her of his feelings so that she might know of them but not know it was him. It’s a bit sad, but he can’t keep it inside anymore-besides, his followers already know, maybe they’ll stop teasing him if someone starts sending her notes.

He has no idea how to write love letters he realizes; he agonizes over maybe 100 drafts that don’t even come close to good enough-let alone perfect. His waste basket is covered and filled with the tossed drafts and he sighs over his desk, glad he had a private room thanks to being head boy so none of his followers could see him like this-so…frustrated over not being able to write a love letter.

He didn’t know how to do any of this, he hardly knew how to act around (y/n), not when she made him lighthearted and dizzy, not when her laughter made him want to grin, not when her smile made his heart flutter like it never had before.

Finally he settled on just sending her short love poems instead of love letters-that way it was kind’ve pre-written for him at least. He goes over several romantic poem books and settles on a handful to write down and send to (y/n).

He sends the first during breakfast, waving his wand under the table and sending the small folded crane to (y/n) at the Hufflepuff table. It lands right in front of her and she frowns a bit, curiously picking the crane up and twisting it about. It unfolds in her palm and as soon as she reads what Tom had written-her expression turns to flustered surprise as her jaw drops-one of her friends seeing what Tom had written and squealing.

“You have a secret admirer! (y/n)!!” (y/n) sputters and shakes her head, trying to deny this and handing it off to one of her friends.

“i-no, it can't be for me-Sarah, it’s for you. It must be.” (y/n) attempts to hand it off to Sarah, a pretty Hufflepuff that had gained a lot of attention within the last year. She grins and shakes her head-pushing the note back to (y/n).

“It landed in front of you, (y/n). It’s for you.” (y/n) sputtered a bit at her friend's insistence that someone liked her enough to write and send a love poem-her face hot and her lips pressed tightly together as she looked back down at the note-whoever had written it had very pretty handwriting.

‘'Anything Else- I want to plant a seed in your mind, some tiny particle of thought that bears a remnant of me. So little by little, day by day, you find yourself thinking of me, until one morning, you will wake up and realize you can’t think of anything else. - your secret admirer’

Tom very much enjoys (y/n)’s reaction, watching from across the hall, his chin in his palm and his fingers splayed across his face. This reaction was exactly what he was hoping for-and he found it so cute that she denied it was for her. His insecure little flower.

Yes. She was his now. He couldn't deny it anymore, she would be his and he was never going to let her go once she allowed herself to be his.

But for now-until then-he would send the little love poems.

The next was during defense class, and he watched amused as the little crane landed in front of her and unfolded in her palm again-a small squeak escaping (y/n) as she read the note.

‘Eros- If time were governed by Eros, I would stay in your arms forever. If time answered only to lovers, I would never leave your side. The seconds pass by slower when I’m staring at the clock. And you wonder why I can’t take my eyes off you. – your secret admirer’

(y/n) hid the note before the professor could see it and she kept glancing at it through class, a small grin peaking at her lips. She liked that one then, good. One note at a time-he’ll have (y/n) fall for him and soon, she would be his.

All his.

He sends another the next day, during charms class-watching amused from the other side of the room as (y/n) smacks her hands over her face and silently screams as her friend giggles at the note-putting it in (y/n)’s pocket before the professor can see them squealing over a little love note.

Tom smirks at (y/n)’s expression, which is soft and crunched, quirking her lip at the note that she snuck back out of her pocket.

‘A Timeline.

You and I

against a rule, set for us by time. A marker drawn to show our end, etched into its line. The briefest moment shared with you— the longest on my mind.-your secret admirer’

(y/n) shoves her friend away playfully as they tease (y/n). “Someone must be smitten with you to write all these (y/n), seriously, I’m a bit jealous.” The friend laughs and (y/n) pouts a bit, shoving them one last time and pocketing the note again, turning her attention back to class as she tries to force her cheeks to cool back down.

Tom is smitten, and he was going to make (y/n) so flustered she was going to explode.

He sends more and more little love poems throughout the next month, watching with a hidden grin as she stares intently at each one-her face steaming and her eyes soft, having to steal the notes back from her friends and then putting them in the book she had started collecting/keeping the notes in.

During this month-(y/n) asks to borrow Tom’s transfiguration notes during class, having forgotten her own. He easily hands them off-not thinking of how distinct his handwriting was. But (y/n) instantly sees the connection and her eyes widen slightly-somehow keeping her cool as she quickly copies Tom’s notes and hands them back, her face getting warm as their fingers brush against each other.

Tom was her secret admirer.

Tom. Marvolo. Riddle, liked her.

Tom-the head boy, proclaimed Prince of Slytherin-liked her.

He sent her love poems-hand written love poems, one-maybe five-a day for the last month.

….welp! Time for a breakdown~!

(y/n) rants to her friends as soon as they’re back in the dorms, pacing their room as they all stare in shock. “I mean-it’s Tom Riddle, Tom Riddle! Mr. untouchable!!! I mean-have any of you seen him even look at anyone in any way that isn’t absolute boredom or charm so he can-I don’t know-shmooze something out of them!? Out of everyone-he likes me?! The chubby Hufflepuff with the nerd glasses?!”

(y/n)’s friends all look at each other like this :|, and Sarah stands, grabbing (y/n)’s shoulder to stop her from self-destruction.

“(y/n),” Sarah starts seriously, moving her hands down to hold (y/n)’s hands tightly. “you are smart, pretty, with a damn hot body and a wonderful personality-he would be an idiot to not like you. And I am going to jinx you if you keep talking about yourself like that. Now. You’re going to write a little note back to Tom as revenge-then we’ll see if he means it all, okay?”

(y/n) takes a few deep breaths and nods, and with the help of her friends-makes a perfect note to send back to Tom, charmed to fold like a little crane like Tom had been doing and planning to send it during the potions study group the next day.

(y/n) is practically freaking out as she sits with her friends during study group the next day, her face hot and her leg bouncing anxiously as she charms the note and sends it over to Tom, quickly looking down at her books as Tom jolts a bit at the sudden appearance of the crane.

Tom blinks-very surprised to see such a thing. He glances up at (y/n), who is looking down at her work and he picks up the crane, which unfolds in his palm. He can’t help the surprised cough that escapes him as he reads the love poem sent to him-the handwriting so very much (y/n)’s that he can't think straight.

‘What Does Love Feel Like? One day you will meet someone who will see the universe that was knitted into your bones, and the embers of galaxies glow to life in your eyes. And you will finally know what love is supposed to feel like. -your secret admirer.’

Tom is so glad he’s sitting by himself because he is definitely blushing-his ears and cheeks bright red as he looks down at the note, (y/n) had to be the one who wrote this-he knows her handwriting, she must’ve figured out who her secret admirer is-she must be teasing him or something.

Tom licks his lips, looking back up at (y/n), and she ducks her head quickly, her friends giggling quietly as they glance between her and Tom.

She knows.

Tom can’t tell if it’s excitement or dread that sits in his chest, (y/n) knows. She knows. She knows it’s him, she knows he likes her. And she sent him a love poem right back-just before he was about to send another one.

Tom swallows, looking back down at the note-his breath catching in his chest and his heart stuttering.

This couldn’t be real, he had to be dreaming.

(y/n), his crush for nearly five years now(however, he had only accepted it the previous year.), had written him a love poem in (theorized) response to his love poems. He was going to fucking die.

Tom pinched his nose a bit and took a long shaky breath-standing from the table and collecting his things-staring at the love poem from his crush before carefully folding it and pocketing it-keeping it as a new treasure. He spotted (y/n) across the room and took another long breath, crossing the room with perfect posture and his usual confidence(which was nearly fake right now).

(y/n) curled up a bit as he came close, his deep brown eyes staring into her soul. “(y/n), can we…talk?” Tom says, his voice deep and quiet-and slightly raspy which sent a shiver down (y/n)’s spine.

(y/n) nods and leaves her books behind with her friends, following Tom just outside of the great hall where he turns to face her, far enough from the doors to have some privacy.

“How did you know?” Tom asks before anything else-assuming (y/n) did figure out it was him sending the notes. (y/n) gives a sheepish grin and rubs her arm as she tilts her head.

“Just a hunch…your uh, class notes…the handwriting matched.” (y/n) says and Tom lets out a long sigh-of course, something so simple is what gave him away. Tom is surprised by what she says next. “Did you mean them?...the poems?” (y/n) asks, biting the inside of her lips as she glances off to the side-showing Tom a side of her he hadn’t seen before-insecure and unsure of herself.

“Every word,” Tom says softly, unable to help the way the ice around his heart and soul melts at (y/n)’s presence. He matches some of her expression-biting the inside of his cheek. “Did...did you mean yours?”

“Every word.” (y/n) echoes, staring up at Tom through her lashes-her glasses reflecting the lights illuminating the hall-making her eyes look even prettier. He cannot resist anymore, and they are alone. Tom takes her hand and pulls (y/n) close, closing his eyes and tilting his head, his breath catching in anticipation. (y/n) meets him halfway, her hand catching his cheek and pulling herself closer to him, her other hand squeezing his as Tom hums and kisses her softly, months of yearning concluding with a simple gesture.

There he was, Tom Riddle, heir of Slytherin-kissing a muggleborn Hufflepuff just outside the great hall, and he didn’t give a fuck. His hands found (y/n)’s face and held her gently, pressing more into the kiss before they both pulled away, panting slightly as they stared at each other.

“Can I kiss you again?” Tom asks and (y/n) nods, before she could even get a word out Tom is kissing her again, with more passion, licking her lips and holding her close, smirking into the kiss as (y/n)’s hands grab at his shoulders and hold him tight, her feet lifting off the floor slightly as he pulls her into him. He could do this for hours, kissing her like he had been in his daydreams and actual dreams, tasting her over and over again until it was burned into his memory.

They pull away for only a moment and then they’re back on each other, months and weeks of yearning and pining clashing into a hot mess, (y/n) holds Tom’s neck as he runs his nimble fingers through her hair, breathing her in and kissing her with all his pent-up energy.

He lets (y/n) catch her breath as his hands go down to hold her waist, kissing her neck and tasting her skin, closing his eyes as (y/n) lets out a small breath, not expecting him to go this far this quickly-but he was pent up from months of fantasies and yearning-he was going to go as far as (y/n) would allow him.

He went down to attempt to undo her shirt buttons and tie but (y/n) pushed his face up suddenly, her eyes wide. “We’re in public! I don’t mind making out-but snogging?!” (y/n) said quietly in a panicked tone and Tom sighed, nodding. She was right-he had gotten carried away.

“I wish to ravish you, (y/n),” Tom said into (y/n)’s ear, smirking as he felt heat come off (y/n)’s face in waves. “but that can wait until we know each other better. Until then,” Tom muttered, kissing (y/n)’s cheek and then her hands. “I shall wait patiently to see every inch of your wonderful form.” (y/n) looked surprised to hear such a thing, not expecting Tom to be into her body. She was chubby and-different-not skinny like most girls at Hogwarts. But it seemed Tom preferred her body and was smirking at her like a devil.

“…Cheeky.” (y/n) muttered, gently pulling her hands away from Tom’s as he chuckled, stepping close again and kissing her cheek. “You’re mine now,” Tom whispered against her skin and (y/n) nodded, giving herself to him, Tom smirked devilishly; his eyes flashing with something odd but (y/n) didn’t notice it.

Tom flaunts their new relationship, and his followers just go ‘FINALLY’ as Tom makes (y/n) sit with him at dinner, her Hufflepuff robes stark against the green of Slytherin. “Bloody hell, I was wondering when you would stop pining and confess,” Abraxas teases, quickly shutting up as Tom glares at him, but it quickly softens when he looks back at (y/n), who is slightly leaning into him-doing her best to ignore the jealous stares of the other girls in the great hall.

Tom is all too proud to show her off, walking up to her between classes and kissing her hand or cheek as he passes by-and if he has extra time, he pulls his Hufflepuff into a full kiss, his arm around her waist as he moves them to the side, making out with her for a short moment before he sends her on her way, chuckling at the look of surprise and ‘that happened’ look on (y/n)’s face, but she never looked like she didn’t want it, and she never told him to stop.

Tom finally has the girl he’s had his eye on for a long time, and it did not matter to him that she was not of pure blood or of wizard descent. She was his and she would be by his side when he rose to power, whether she liked it or not.

He cannot help but tease her at every opportunity, grazing his hand under her skirt and feeling her inner thigh with his fingers, smiling innocently as she smacks his sneaky hand away, glaring at him playfully as he looks as if she smacked him for no reason. There’s no rhyme or reason to it but he wants to see her, to see her curves and perfections like he had during that hot September day when he saw her in that swimsuit that made him fantasize for the first time.

But he’ll wait till she’s ready, though he does voice this desire to her. He doesn’t even want to have sex with her-he simply wants to worship her, to see her beauty in all its divinity. She looks almost appalled by this desire but she also looks very intrigued and bites her lip, glancing around. “You…you want to, see me?” (y/n) asks, almost uncharacteristically shy as Tom nods, kissing her jaw softly.

They were in a small window alcove-just the two of them-Tom liked their private moments; where he could shower (y/n) in his sensual affection while she blushed. Tom had one of his arms tossed over her lap, his fingers gently caressing her thigh. “More than anything, but if you’re not ready, I can wait however long,” Tom whispered, grazing his teeth against the curve of her jaw and neck.

(y/n) bit her lip, gripping the fabric of Tom’s robe that was draped over his leg. She…she wanted him to see her, that way-if he was disappointed- she would know now and possibly work on herself before they went any further-that is if Tom didn’t break up with her before then. She didn’t know Tom thought she was a goddess, her curves and body reminding him of those Greek goddess statues that were carved of marble and stone-with belly pouches and back rolls, hip dips, round jaws, and touching thighs. He thought his girlfriend was beautiful and he wanted to show her she deserved to be worshiped.

(y/n) grazed her thumb against Tom’s jaw until he looked up at her, his deep brown eyes looking at her through his lashes, his lips on her shoulder. “Okay,” (y/n) whispered and Tom’s eyes widened ever so slightly, and he sat up, pressing his forehead to hers, his bangs brushing her skin. “you…you can see me, but-where would we even go?” (y/n) asks, and Tom has an idea, leaning down to whisper into (y/n)’s ear-he would love to use his dorm but he shared it with the other head boys.

“Meet me just before curfew on the fifth floor, by the statue of Boris the Bewildered; I have the perfect spot for us.” Tom said with a sly grin and (y/n) nodded, looking away from Tom as the class bell rang and students began to flood the halls. Her free period was over and she would have to get to her next class. Tom kissed her cheek and then her knuckles, holding her hand as she walked away from him. “See you tonight, my dear,” Tom said his eyes dark and his smirk soft as (y/n) walked away, Tom holding her hand for as long as he could before it slipped out naturally.

He sighed, biting his lip for a split moment, the fantasy he’s had for over a year would finally be fulfilled tonight. And if it went no further than him looking at her-he would be satisfied.

(y/n) stands beside the statue, only five minutes to curfew as she waits for her boyfriend of four months. Nerves ate at her gut and fingers as she tapped her leg, wondering when Tom would arrive. She gasps as she feels a now familiar pair of arms wrap around her waist and Tom’s face goes into her neck, breathing her in as she hums. “There you are my dear,” Tom whispers, taking (y/n)’s hands and twirling her around to face him. “let’s go before curfew starts, shall we?” Tom asked gently, having planned this so he and (y/n) wouldn’t be interrupted by those who also wished to use the space Tom had chosen for this occasion.

(y/n) nodded and followed Tom to the fourth door on the left. Tom smirked at her and gave the password, opening the door as the lock clicked open and he pulled (y/n) into the perfect bathroom. It was quite grand, and large; everything was white marble that was almost iridescent with a very big pool-like bathtub in the middle of the room that had taps surrounding it. There was also a stained glass on the wall that was illuminated by the moon outside.

(y/n) swallowed nervously, knowing why she was in here. She turned, tilting her head as she watched Tom begin to strip, laying his clothes folded on a bench. “Tom?” (y/n) asked, her heart stuttering as Tom undid his tie(quite, sexually, might she add), smirking at her. “It’s quite unfair if you’re the only one getting undressed,” Tom said, folding his tie and putting it with his vest and robe, undoing his belt to the flustered surprise of (y/n), who turned her back to Tom, willing her heart to calm down-she never thought it would come to this.

(y/n) glanced over her shoulder, biting her lip as she saw the pale skin of Tom’s upper body, watching from the corner of her eye as he took off his shirt and set it with his other clothes. He sat down to take off his shoes and (y/n) took a deep breath, shrugging off her Hufflepuff robes-letting them fall to the ground in a pile of marigold and black.

Tom perked up, his mouth going dry and his mind enchanted as (y/n) began to strip. He licked his lips, leaving his pants on for now as he finished taking off his socks-sticking them in his shoes, and going to turn on all the taps so the bath would be filled by the time (y/n) was ready.

(y/n) turned to watch Tom as he was doing this, fiddling with the end of her vest as Tom walked around topless, her eyes glued to his back as he leaned over and turned on a tap. He wasn’t built, but he wasn’t skinny, he was…lean and lanky, and kinda…perfect. (y/n) swallowed and quickly pulled off her vest before she could get too distracted.

She was nervous, but she wanted to do this. She slipped off her tie and then undid her skirt, feeling Tom’s eyes on her as her skirt dropped to the floor. she glances at him and he’s staring, his eyes hungrily taking her body in, his mouth open slightly as he looks at her.

(y/n) takes off her tights and shirt, biting the inside of her lip as she stands in her underwear. “You,” Tom breathes as he walks over to her, looking at her like she was a dammed goddess. “are…breathtaking,” Tom whispers, stopping just before her, his hands reaching out to touch her arm, but not going far enough to actually touch her-in case she didn’t want him to.

(y/n) bites her lip and looks up at Tom, reaching behind her and unclipping her bra and Tom’s eyes move to her chest, his mouth going dry as (y/n) starts to slip off her bra. To make them even, Tom takes off his pants and he stands in his underwear before the girl he’s sure he’s falling in love with, his cheeks pink and (y/n)’s breathing stuttering at the sight.

They both stand there for a long moment before (y/n) takes her bra off, revealing her chest to Tom, who thinks she has the most perfect pair of breasts he has ever seen(he’s never seen another pair, but he’s sure if he ever did, (y/n)’s would still be the best) Tom takes a small step closer, his eyes glued to (y/n) as she glances away and takes off her underwear, leaving her bare in front of her boyfriend.

Tom’s mouth goes dry again and he wants to drop to his knees and worship his girl, his perfect chubby Hufflepuff girl. Instead, he takes off his underwear and matches her nudity, taking her hands and guiding her towards the now full bathtub that is steaming from the heat of the water. He cannot keep his eyes off her, the only desire he feels is to worship her, to show her how beautiful and divine he thought she was. His body is the first to disappear below the bubbly water and (y/n) follows close behind. She sinks down until she sits on the steps that lead into the bath, the water sitting just above her chest, bubbles obscuring her body.

“I, cannot stop looking at you,” Tom whispers, moving closer to her, his arms caging her-his eyes burning into her soul. “my goddess.” (y/n) swallowed and glanced away, her eyes closing as Tom leaned down and pressed his lips to her jaw, gently kissing her and going across to the other side of her face. His hands traveled up and down her arms, his palm grazing her collarbone before they rested on her neck. He took his time on her face, kissing every inch of her face and then kissing her for a few long moments, humming into her as he kissed her softly yet passionately.

(y/n) didn’t know what to do other than let Tom do as he wished, almost trembling as Tom moved down to kiss every part of her jaw and then her neck-taking care to stop and graze his teeth against her sweet spot before he moved down, licking into the slight dip of her collar bone and shoulders, his hands moving further down her arms and then back up. He kissed each arm to her wrist and then back down to her shoulder where it connected with her torso, kissing her palms and fingers tenderly before he kissed down her arms again and moved to just above her chest.

Her breath was coming out in shallow pants now, her eyes glued to her boyfriend who was now undoubtedly worshipping her. His hair was damp from when she ran her water-soaked fingers through it-his front cowlick brushing her skin once in a while.

His lips graze over and between her breasts as he goes lower, his mouth below the water as he kisses her sternum and stomach, his fingers gripping her sides as he licks her belly. He comes back up for a breath and before (y/n) can stop him, he’s back under and kissing and licking every part of her stomach, pausing at her belly pouch and giving that extra attention-it was one of his favorite parts of her and he would pay proper attention to it before he had to take another breath of air.

When he comes back up, (y/n) is gripping the golden rail that leads the bathtub stairs, panting heavily as Tom keeps his eyes on her skin. “You are, ravishing.” Tom says lowly, closing his eyes as he lifts her legs out of the pool and kisses her thighs, his hand running up and down her inner thigh as the other holds her knee over his shoulder.

He gives the same attention to (y/n)’s other leg, going back underneath the water as he leads down to her upper thigh, gently biting the curve and fold of her hips as (y/n) sighed, her cheeks burning as her boyfriend kissed her all over except in that one spot where she was now aching.

Tom comes back up after kissing the middle of her pelvis and takes a few deep breaths, flinging his soaked bangs out of his eyes with his fingers-his eyes dark and half-lidded, his lips pink and open. “Fuck.” Tom groans and (y/n)’s stomach does a flip at the sound.

He looks up at her face and smirks, leaning forward until he was kissing her again, softly moving his lips against hers. His hands are all over her once again and she moves her legs to be on either side of his legs, her eyes closing as Tom kisses her softly. She shakily grabs his hand and puts it on her thigh, his thumb pressing against the crease where her thigh met her hips.

Tom seems to know exactly what she wants and he pulls back, staring deep into her eyes, his eyes almost black. “Are you sure?” he whispers, slowly drawing his thin and perfect fingers towards her center-where she was aching and feeling so hot. (y/n) nodded and kissed Tom with a moan as he drew his fingers over her cunt, Tom moaning quietly with her as he felt her heat-which, even under the water, felt soaked and needy for him.

He pets her gently at first, planning to worship this part as softly as he did the rest of his girlfriend's body. but as she softly says her name, his fingers find her entrance and dip inside, testing the waters as this other hand goes to her clit. He pulls back to look down at his hands-which are mostly obscured by the bubbles-and smirks, biting his lip as he watches his fingers disappear into his girlfriend.

Was it weird that he was a bit jealous of his fingers right now? Probably, but he didn’t care. (y/n) was panting and holding his bicep with a tight grip, her cheeks blazing hot as she felt Tom’s fingers curl inside her and his thumb on her clit, gently rubbing the bundle of nerves.

“T-Tom,” (y/n) breathes out his name and Tom groans, leaning in to kiss her again, his fingers going a bit faster as he carefully ats a second finger inside her, feeling her tight and hot around him. he worshiped her with his fingers inside her, his thumb on her clit, bringing her to ecstasy as she trembled, her head falling back as his lips simply repositioned to her neck, muttering something under his breath as she came.

Her ears were ringing and her vision was black but she was sure-she would think of this in an hour when she was back In bed-but she was sure, her Tom Riddle; said ‘I love you, my goddess.’

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Idk, the beginning and last half doesn’t match the c.ai ver of this fic, but the body worshiping and the vibes are the same-hope yall liked it, and I have a lot of ideas for this mf who im very delulu for <3

#tom riddle #tom riddle x reader #tom riddle imagine #harry potter fanfiction #smut fic #body worship #ooc Tom #very fluff with smut at the end/lots of yearning and pining from Tom

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Original Voldemort meets fan fiction Voldemorts.

***A while back I got an ask that wondered about all of Voldemort’s lovers from my fics meeting each other. So I wrote a fun little ‘story’ (here it is) and I promised a sequel where OG Voldemort returns these strange people to their respective universes. ***

Abraxas

“Here,” he snarls at a younger version of himself, pushing Abraxas towards him. “You lost this.”

Voldemort worked tirelessly to escape that room, with all those crazy people. But now he has to return them to their respective universes.

“Oh, thank Merlin,” Abraxas says, rushing towards an eighteen-year-old Tom Riddle. One that looks at Voldemort with curiosity.

“What happened to your face?” he asks, regarding Voldemort closely.

Voldemort is not in the mood for answering questions.

Abraxas whispers how horrible it all was, clinging to Tom like a baby.

Revolting.

Yet less revolving than other future meetings. That’s why Voldemort started with this universe. He found it the easiest to stomach.

Sirius

He moves on to the next, popping in to snatch Black out of the room before opening another portal.

He finds a middle-aged version of himself pacing in Lestrange Manor.

“Oh, gods be good, there’s two of you now!” Black says, horrified.

“Sirius,” his other self says, sounding oddly relieved to have this boy back.

He moves in front of him, as if to protect Black from Voldemort’s gaze.

He’s hostile.

“I hope no harm came to him whilst in your care,” he says, caressing his wand slowly, in a threatening manner.

“I could wipe the floor with you,” Voldemort announces.

“Try.”

For a second, he’s tempted. This one looks like a competent man. Yet how competent can he be if he has a thing for Sirius bloody Black?

“Yes! Fight! Wait, let me get a drink, first!” Black says, excited.

“I can’t. I’m on a tight schedule,” Voldemort drawls.

“How convenient,” his other self says, still eyeing him carefully. “No more drinks for you, Sirius. You’ve had quite enough. I wouldn’t want you to end up in yet another universe.”

He somehow sounds impressed with Black.

Voldemort makes a face and leaves them to it.

Bellatrix

Bella is next. And her Voldemort is very similar to him. They are virtually the same, from what Bella said, except this one has apparently agreed to have a child.

And there’s the child.

“I expected better from you,” Voldemort says, when he sees his twin, snake face and all, standing by a crib.

Bella hurries over, takes her beloved daughter in her arms. “Did you miss mummy?”

The other Voldemort looks exhausted.

Was he the one to take care of the baby in her absence? Surely not. He couldn’t have lowered himself to that.

“As if you don’t know persistent Bellatrix is,” the other hisses in parseltongue. “It might be in your future, too.”

“I assure you, there will be no children.”

“If you say so.” The other shrugs, doubt in every word.

Voldemort leaves, even if something inside him is morbidly curious to catch a glimpse of this child. How does it look like-

He squashes the ridiculous impulse and returns for the next traveler.

Gellert

“Thank you for your assistance,” Grindelwald says, as soon as they Apparate in a…well…place. It’s very colourful. Looks like a fairytale cabin.

Oh, this is the dead one, right. There he is, coming out of the cabin. He looks as young as the first version, but only looks it. In his eyes, Voldemort can glimpse horrors that even he hadn’t yet faced.

“Liebling!” Gellert says, cheery. “Look who I found!”

But his other self doesn’t look at Voldemort. He grabs Grindelwald roughly, possessively, and drags him towards the cabin.

He’s dead, and he has no magic. No wonder he doesn’t want to face me.

Voldemort feels a stab of pity for him. That’s a horrible fate, really.

But at least he seems to get on well with Grindelwald.

“Trust me, my love. We are not missing anything. Being in the living world is so overrated,” Grindelwald is saying.

“Shut up and keep walking.”

Voldemort watches them advancing towards the cabin, past a row of strawberry bushes.

This one was the last easy one. Now come the hard ones.

He pops out of the Not Heaven but Not Hell place, and goes on with his burdens.

Albus

“I am disgusted,” Voldemort says, letting go of Dumbledore as soon as they reach Hogwarts. “Revolted. You should be ashamed of yourself.”

His other self already has the wand up and moving. Before Voldemort has the time to take out his own, Dumbledore falls unconscious.

“Now I’ll have to erase his memory,” the other one says, miffed.

“Dumbledore! Dumbledore! How could you? Traitor!”

“Oh, spare me.” He’s bent over Dumbledore, gently running his fingers through a mess of red curls.

“I demand an explanation!”

Abraxas- fine. He can understand. Bella, he certainly understands. Even Grindelwald- well, he looked handsome, and he was a fierce dark lord.

But Dumbledore…

“Demand?” the other one looks up at him. “You know very well what happens to people that demand things of me.”

Voldemort swallows. This one looks truly dangerous. Even if he has silly drawings glued to the wall behind him- really, what brave child drew him a skull with hearts instead of eyes- there’s something about him that would raise the hairs on Voldemort’s neck, if he had any hair left.

He looks odd, too. Almost like Tom Riddle, but not quite.

He looks done. With everything. He’s strangely calm, but Voldemort is weary of this new found patience. It’s more terrifying than one of his anger fits.

He backs away, slowly.

Harry

When he returns to the room, he’s faced with two boys, tied up in a sturdy body bind curse.

If he hadn’t done it, Tom would have murdered Potter.

And Voldemort wouldn’t mind, usually, but he has to return all the travelers alive.

He won’t admit he also tied Tom up so he would stop hitting on Voldemort.

“Come along,” he says to Potter. “It’s your turn.”

“Finally,” the boy slurs. Black got him really drunk. “Did Professor Dumbledore make it back alright? How was his Voldemort?”

“He’s fine,” Voldemort snarls, opening the portal.

“How do you get yourself in these situations?” the newest Voldemort asks Potter. He sounds amused.

This one is the most handsome of the lot. He’s siting on a couch in what seems to be Grimmauld place. Voldemort looks around curiously. He always wanted to see Grimmauld.

Potter stumbles forward, throwing himself on the couch, burying his head in the latest version of Voldemort. “Make him go away,” he asks. “I don’t want to look at him. I forgot how bad it used to be.”

“Close your eyes, then,” new Voldemort suggests. He looks at Voldemort with envy. He looks at Voldemort as if he misses the red eyes, and the snakelike features.

“You married Potter,” Voldemort hisses. “You’re supposed to kill him, not fuck him!”

“What did you want me to do?” the other asks. “I tried killing him, as you know. He just refuses to die.” He shrugs. “I conquered him, nonetheless. That’s more than you ever did.”

“You work for the Ministry! That’s even worse than being a teacher!”

“If you can’t beat them, join them.” A smirk. “Worry not, though. I have a plan.”

“What plan?” Potter whispers, dread in every word.

“Shhh, Harry. Go to sleep.”

“Harry! Is Harry back?” a childish voice comes from afar, and then a door opens and-

Voldemort draws in a breath. For a second, he thinks it’s a very young Bellatrix, but no-

The eyes. His eyes.

This is the daughter.

She stops in her tracks, those brown eyes wide with surprise as they take Voldemort in.

“Oh, wow,” she whispers, breathless.

Voldemort looks at her just as fascinated as she seems to be.

“Delphi!” Potter might be blackout drunk, but he somehow escapes the other Voldemort’s attempts to restrain him, and is standing between Voldemort and the girl in the blink of an eye.

There he is- that’s more like Voldemort’s Potter. The real one.

The tame, traumatised look in those green eyes is replaced by a fiery determination.

“Don’t even look at her!” he hisses, pulling out his holly wand, his body covering the child completely.

The Voldemort from the couch laughs. “There’s the brave little hero. I knew you still had it in you, Harry.”

The girls peeks around Potter, still watching Voldemort mesmerised.

“Hello, father. I’m Delphini.”

Father. He shivers. That word is far more frightening than Potter’s wand aimed at him.

Voldemort gets out of there fast.

And now- now the hardest of them all.

Tom

Tom is still under a potent silencing spell, but his eyes- eyes he just saw on Delphini- are very expressive. Full of desire.

His Voldemort sounds like the sickest of them all. Voldemort needs a minute to breathe and still himself before meeting that one.

Really, who fucks their own self? After they raised their own self? What kind of deviant would do something like that?

"No sense in delaying,” he mutters, waving his hand and realising Tom from the spells.

The boy stands, elegantly. He brushes his robe.

“Perhaps I should find a way to go on my own. Marvolo might kill you. He’s very murderous,” Tom says, lovingly.

“I have to take you,” Voldemort says. “No other way.”

Tom is right there in his face. Just as tall as Voldemort.

“What are you doing?” Voldemort snarls, pushing him off when Tom tries to hug him.

“I know how lonely you are. You don’t have anyone. You don’t have me. Let me hold you for a moment.”

“You incestuous little-” Voldemort stutters. “That’s it! We’re going!”

He opens the last portal.

Marvolo. That’s so stupid. Worse than any other alias the previous versions used.

But Voldemort doesn’t dare point that out. He doesn’t even ask ‘how could you fuck yourself, you disturbed bastard?’.

This Marvolo really isn’t someone Voldemort wants to mess with.

What’s most surprising is that he is just as attached to Tom as Tom is to him.

More restrained, but his eyes spark when they fall on the boy.

“Are you alright?” he asks. “Are you hurt?”

“I’m fine,” Tom says, though he doesn’t leave Voldemort’s side. “He took good care of me.”

Only then those red eyes turn to Voldemort.

Why can’t I be like this one? Voldemort thinks with envy. This, this is what he always wanted to become.

Marvolo looks regal, in his expensive robes. He looks powerful, a real force of nature.

From what he heard from Tom, Marvolo subdued everyone. He’s the Master of Death, he is highly feared but also respected by the people.

He’ll get to enslave all muggles.

It’s just not fair. Voldemort should be like that.

“Come here,” Marvolo says, and even his voice holds tremendous power. Voldemort almost moves before he realises Marvolo meant Tom.

“I-” Tom hesitates. “Can’t we keep him? He’s awfully alone in that universe of his.”

For a second, Voldemort wants to stay. For a second, he looks at Marvolo and wants. More than to stay. He just wants. Longs for something.

Oh, God! What is happening to me? Is incest contagious in this universe?

But no, it’s not that. When Tom goes to Marvolo, and Marvolo puts a hand on his shoulder-

It’s family. They are a family. Even if Voldemort ignores the sex part- and he does his best to ignore it- these two have each other.

There’s a bond between them, a strong bond, almost visible. Voldemort never yearned for that, but now-

You did yearn. When you were very young. You wanted a father.

It’s terrible to be reminded of that time in his life.

Is this how Marvolo became so strong? Because he had to raise Tom and relieve all that? Find a way to deal with it?

Voldemort goes back through the Portal, because he can’t bear to look at them any longer.

It’s almost…painful.

Original timeline

He sits at the table in the blessedly quiet room that had been so full before.

He lays his head on the table and exhales. It’s done with. He solved it.

The door opens. Potter walks through it-

“Not again,” Voldemort snarls. “Where the fuck did you come from?”

“Ah,” Potter stumbles, sheepishly, rubbing the back of his head. “From the Burrow. I sneaked out.”

“The Burrow? The Weasley home?”

“Yes.”

He frowns. “You’re not from an alternate universe?”

“No,” Potter says, hanging by the door, wand in hand. “I was asleep, and I saw everything you’ve been through. I thought it was a strange, ridiculous dream, but… it wasn’t, was it? I had that happen before- seeing things you see.”

Right. Well, fuck. “So you’re a Horcrux in this universe, too,” Voldemort says.

“I-I guess.”

And Voldemort laughed at the others because they turned Potter into a Horcrux without knowing.

He sighs. “This is terrible.”

“Yeah,” Potter agrees. “I was actually about to go and hunt down the other Horcruxes. Was waiting for the wedding to be over-”

“What wedding? Who holds a wedding in the middle of a war?”

“I know, right?” Potter asks. “Bill and Fleur.”

Voldemort blinks at him, having no clue who those people are.

“Nevermind,” Potter goes on. “I just- those universes, huh? Wow! Crazy!”

“Tell me about it,” Voldemort mutters, trying to think. But he’s so exhausted after solving the unexpected traveler problem.

If Potter is a Horcrux- then I really can’t kill him. It might go the exact same way it went in the other universe where he tried to kill Potter one more time. Voldemort could die.

“Especially the one where we-” Potter blushes, looks mortified. “What were they thinking? What’s wrong with those two? Married? Disgusting!”

"Revolting,” Voldemort agrees. “You’re a child!”

“You killed my parents. How can that other Harry -” he shudders.

“He looked depressed,” Voldemort says. “Probably all those deaths at the end of the war? He mentioned them when he was drinking with Black. Many dead kids, apparently. He just lost his fire and will to live after that.”

“Yeah.” Potter looks aghast. “I really don’t want to have to go through that, you know? All those people dying- and God forbid then maybe we end up like- like- the other Harry and Voldemort- I can’t even say it, but what if it happens like that?”

It could happen like that. Or Voldemort could die and go to Hallow Hell. Or to the past, where he will raise and fuck himself.

Or to Dumbledore-

“I won’t let that happen,” he says, determined.

“Yeah, me either.”

“Did you know about the Deathly Hallows?” Voldemort enquires.

“No. I am still not sure what that means? Just caught snippets in my dream.” He looks angry for a second. “I didn’t even know I was a Horcrux until those people mentioned it. Dumbledore never told me.”

“He was never very forthcoming,” Voldemort allows. “Have a seat, Potter.”

“Really?”

“Well, can’t very well kill you, can I?”

Potter comes closer, grasping his wand. He sits. “So, what do we do now?”

“Everything in our power to avoid turning into those people.”

Potter nods, just as determined. “Oh,” he adds. “I do think there was an ok part about all that.”

“What?”

“Delphini. She looked very cute.”

“Don’t even dare mention it! I will avoid that, too.”

Potter looks away. “Might be too late,” he mutters.

“What?”

“When I snuck in, I walked past Bellatrix. She was sick. In fact, that’s why I could sneak in past her and her husband. Lestrange was asking her if she’s pregnant.”

Voldemort really is cursed.

#Voldemort meets fanfic versions of himself

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Former Fest Highlight Week 1: Tomione Fest 2018 Hosted by Tomione Fanfics on FB

Hermione’s Unfortunate trip in Time by Midnightsnow88

Summary:

An obliviated Hermione Granger finds herself in 1944 with nothing but her wand and her knowledge of magic. Brilliant yet innocent, the strangeness of her character and her circumstances pique the interest of one Tom Riddle. However, things change when she gradually finds herself confronted with fragments of her past memories. Time-travel, AU, fluff and smut! WINNER OF FAVOURITE HERMIONE (TIE) IN THE TOMIONE FEST 2018

Rating: Mature

Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Category: F/M

Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling

Relationship: Hermione Granger/Tom Riddle

Characters: Hermione Granger, Tom Riddle, Abraxas Malfoy, Rodolphus Lestrange, Minerva McGonagall, Cantankerus Nott, Antonin Dolohov, Avery Sr. (Harry Potter), Amelia Bones

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Time Travel, Tomione Fest 2018, Fluff and Humor, Attempt at Humor

#Former Fest Highlight Week 1 #Tomione Fest 2018 Hosted by Tomione Fanfics on FB #Tomione #Tom Riddle Jr #Hermione Granger #Tom Riddle Jr x Hermione Granger #Tom Riddle Jr/Hermione Granger #Volmione #Lord Voldemort #Lord Voldemort x Hermione Granger #Lord Voldemort/Hermione Granger

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Camp Ledgewood

Camp Ledgewood https://ift.tt/inKPJCh by altserpentes Muggle AU- Every year, Hogwarts graduating class has a three day trip held the weekend before graduation. Its time for the graduation class of ‘98 for their turn to Camp Ledgewood. Teenagers are teenagers and they can be naughty when they're left without adults, rules, and raging hormones. Accompanying text images on my ig @altserpentes Words: 816, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: F/M, M/M, Multi Characters: Hermione Granger, Tom Riddle, Draco Malfoy, Abraxas Malfoy, Theodore Nott, Pansy Parkinson, Daphne Greengrass, Astoria Greengrass, Ginny Weasley, Ron Weasley Relationships: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy, Hermione Granger/Tom Riddle Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - High School, Senior year, Graduation, 1998, Teenagers, Alcohol, No adults, No rules, Raging Hormones via AO3 works tagged 'Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy' https://ift.tt/8g9J5Zm September 16, 2024 at 09:35PM

#IFTTT #Dramione #Draco x Hermione

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ladydigianna · 23 days

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who i write for

Harry Potter Universe:

Golden Trio Era:

Harry Potter

Hermione Granger

Ron Weasley

Draco Malfoy

Enzo Berkshire

Mattheo Riddle

Blaise Zabini

Theodore Nott

Pansy Parkinson

Ginny Weasley

Fred Weasley

George Weasley

Oliver Wood

Marcus Flint

Terrence Higgs

Marauders Era:

James Potter

Sirius Black

Remus Lupin

Lily Evans

Regulus Black

Pandora Rosier

Evan Rosier

Barty Crouch Jr.

Dorcas Meadows

Marlene McKinnon

Molly Prewett

Arthur Weasley

Lucius Malfoy

Narcissa Black

Bellatrix Black

Rodolphus Lestrange

Rabastan Lestrange

Ted Tonks

Andromeda Black

Riddle Era:

Tom Riddle

Abraxas Malfoy

Eileen Prince

Tobias Snape

Orion Black

Walburga Black

Euphemia

Fleamont Potter

Riordanverse:

Percy Jackson

Annabeth Chase

Grover Underwood

Clarisse La Rue

Zoe Nightshade

Thalia Grace

Will Solace

Nico di Angelo

Silena Beauregard

Charles Beckendorf

Luke Castellan

Leo Valdez

Jason Grace

Piper McLean

Disney Descendants:

Mal

Evie

Ben

Jay

Carlos

Audrey

Chad

Uma

Harry Hook

Gil

Chloe

Red

Bridget

Ella

James Hook

Morgie

Uliana

Hades

Maleficent

The Umbrella Academy:

Luther Hargreeves

Diego Hargreeves

Allison Hargreeves

Klaus Hargreeves

Five Hargreeves

Ben Hargreeves (Umbrella and Sparrow)

Viktor Hargreeves

Sloane Hargreeves

Fei Hargreeves

Alphonso Hargreeves

Haikyuu:

All Characters

The School For Good and Evil

Sophie

Agnes

Tedros

Hort

Beatrix

Anadil

Chinen

Hester

Dot

Kiko

My Hero Academia

Izuku Midoriya

Bakugo Katsuki

Kirishima Ejiro

Denki Kaminari

Sero Hanta

Mina Ashido

Iida Tenya

Ochako Uraraka

Momo Yaoyarozu

Shoto Todorki

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CBS Ghosts

Isaac Higgintoot

Nigel Chisum

Trevor

Hetty

Flower

Thorfinn

Stephanie

Pete

Formula 1

Max Verstappen

Lando Norris

Charles Leclerc

Oscar Piastri

Carlos Sainz

Lewis Hamilton

George Russell

Lance Stroll

Yuki Tsunoda

Alex Albon

Daniel Ricciardo

Pierre Gasly

Oliver Bearman

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jlhynde-insanitybrilliance · 1 year

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I have yet another Fic idea that’s been bouncing around in my funny lil noggin for months! Yay! I call it my Stuck in the Middle AU (working title).

Premise: Master of Death Harry unsatisfied with the role forced on him in the afterlife, endeavors to recruit an disembodied soul from a Universe where the entirety of HARRY POTTER is nothing more than a fictional story for children to help him destroy the 3 Hallows before they could ever come into his hands. He finds such a soul through happenstance & makes a deal, to allow that soul to return to their life they just left if they help him destroy the Hallows to which they agree.

The catch: Because Harry’s only enjoyment in the afterlife is messing with one Tom Marvolo Riddle, the vessel he chooses to house this soul is none other than the recently deceased Myrtle Warren, killed by none other TMR himself.

This entire fic is told from the soul’s pov as they struggle with being stuck in the middle of the most bizarre form of purgatory.

Snippet #1:

Abraxas Malfoy (outta breath & rushing into the Slytherin common room): SHE’S ALIVE!!!

TMR: Who’s alive?

Abraxas: WARREN!

TMR: What?!

Snippet #2:

Albus Dumbledore: Do you remember what happened to you, Myrtle?

Not Myrtle: Who the fuck is Myrtle?

Prof. Dumbledore: You are.

Not Myrtle: No I’m—(pauses suddenly seeing MOD Harry shaking his head)—Where am I?

Prof. Dumbledore: Hogwarts.

Not Myrtle (laughing): Oh sure…What’s next you’re gonna tell me you’re Albus Dumbledore?

Prof. Dumbledore: …I am.

*MOD Harry face palming*

Snippet # 3:

Not Myrtle (to themself): This a post 2020 world, yeah this might as well just happen…

Snippet # 4:

Cygnus Black (talking about Myrtle): Word is she has amnesia. Doesn’t remember who or what attacked her.

Tom: Good. Let’s ensure we keep it that way.

Cygnus: Though I’ve heard she’s been a bit off.

Tom: How so?

Cygnus: She’s been talking to herself incoherently.

Tom: Incoherently?

Cygnus: Just what Hornby tells me. They think she’s made up her own language or something. Sounds like she’s gone mad. Even if she did remember, I doubt anyone would believe her.

Tom: Prof. Dumbledore would.

Snippet #5:

MOD Harry: You do realize, you’re the only one who can see me? Everyone else thinks you’ve gone mad babbling to yourself.

Not Myrtle: What?! And you only tell me this now?! I’ve been here for days!

MOD Harry: I thought it was obvious. Do you see anyone else addressing me? And I’ll also inform you that when you speak to me, you don’t speak in English…

Not Myrtle: Then what the hell am I speaking?!

MOD Harry: The language of the dead.

Not Myrtle: Is that why people keep looking at me like I’m crazy?!

MOD Harry: Oh definitely. Most of them think you’re possessed.

Not Myrtle: …isn’t that technically true?

MOD Harry: Sort of. You’re the possessor, not the possessee.

Snippet #6:

Not Myrtle (to MOD Harry): Look I didn’t ask to be put in the middle of whatever dick measuring contest you have going on with a teenage boy!

And I think that’s all the dialogue snippets I have for now. But if I think of more I’ll post ‘em.

#hp fandom #tomarrymort #hp fanfic #fic idea #crack fic #mod harry #Harry Potter #tom riddle #stuck in the middle au #myrtle warren #snippets

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smilingformoney · 11 months

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✨Trivia time✨

Just for fun here are some fun facts about plotlines, both abandoned ones and ones that made it in

Plotlines that have always been in my head since Abbie popped into existence in my head 12 years ago

Abbie is Snape’s Gryffindor daughter in the same year as Harry who is friends with Draco

Snape doesn’t know about Abbie until she starts Hogwarts

Her name has always been Abbie/Abigail

She gets attacked by Lucius at the Department of Mysteries, though this was going to be for different reasons and in a slightly different way

Plotlines that were rotating in my head 12 years ago but never came to be because either they didn’t fit the story anymore or they were just stupid

Abbie’s mother was called Suzie/Suzanne and she was a one-night stand

Abbie had a muggle step-father

Suzie’s father was Tom Riddle, making Abbie a parselmouth

Suzie’s mother was also a one-night stand and Tom/Voldy didn’t know about her

This one’s a doozy: After Snape died, Abbie found the only way to save him was to go back in time. But she couldn’t go back in time but she did discover that time is cyclical so she became immortal and lived so long that the universe died and reformed around her. By the time she came back around again, she was trillions of years old and basically a god. But her memory was still human, so she could only remember a few hundred years at a time, meaning she’d forgotten all about her father and was doomed to live an eternal cycle, knowing there was something she was meant to do, some purpose to her immortality, but she’d forgotten it long ago. (Copyright me if I ever take this and turn it into some actual fantasy story)

Plotlines that I thought of while writing and/or initially intended to include before I started but they didn’t come to be

Abbie dies after saving Snape (might do an AU oneshot of this one day if I feel like breaking everyone’s hearts)

Abbie and Draco were going to be romantic until I realised she was gay

Sephy finds out she’s the product of Abraxas Malfoy’s affair with a muggle servant. Might also write an AU of this eventually. Canned because it felt too Eastenders-y + it would have made Abbie and Draco cousins (not that purebloods care about that) + I prefer Sephy coming from nowhere

Post war, James and Lily come back to life. Purely based on my desire to rub Sev and Sephy’s relationship in their faces, however I hate the Somehow Palpatine Returned trope and believe the moment death becomes impermanent in a story it loses all meaning (*stares hard at Supernatural and Moffat-era Doctor Who*) so in the bin it goes

I considered how far Abbie and Draco’s fake relationship was going to go and even considered them having to consummate and her getting pregnant but I decided not to go that far because I didn’t feel comfortable writing either Abbie or Draco in that position

Plotlines that weren’t my intention going in but happened because the story has a will of its own and I am but its teller

Abbie being gay

Abbie and Neville being besties

The arranged marriage

Snape and Sephy’s whole romance

Abbie and Snape’s kind of unhealthily codependent relationship. Originally he was going to be cold and distant like we see in earlier chapters for pretty much the entire time and he wasn’t going to admit he loved her until he was dying.

(Basically, I vastly underestimated Snape’s ability to love them)

Plotlines I regret/could have done better

Persephone and the dark magic book, I feel I should have done it better and built up to it more and had the consequences last longer

Teen Sev and Sephy by the lake, I should have just had them kissing or something. My horny mind made them shag but I should have kept their original virginity stories intact.

#soul of ice #Professor Snape II

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fabulous-fic-quotes · 1 year

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The second time Dumbledore saw Tom Riddle, he was covered in lemon pie, blinking in shock at the white-yellow vision. He wondered if the Gods were punishing him for something. The sorting had gone down the same way as usual. The Hat had screamed " Slytherin!" like Dumbledore had expected, what with the Heir claim and his choice of friends. And then, Tom Riddle had stood up, on his chair, shouted, "FOOD FIGHT!" and chucked a plate right across the Hall, straight on Albus's face. It hit its mark with a loud, wet thwack . There was absolute silence for atleast thirty seconds, before Abraxas and Walburga had stood up, both sighing, like they were resigned to these random acts of clear Tom Riddle insanity, and half heartedly started chucking food everywhere. A bowl of curry hit a Gryffindor, who yelped in suprise. Minerva Mcgonagall screamed a distressingly scary war cry, as Fleamont Potter, Head boy, that year, stood up and threw a Treacle Tart right at Dippet, laughing. Seven years of Tom Riddle. He would be lucky if he made it out alive .

my chamber of secrets has a monster in it - justprompts

#harry potter #tom riddle #tom marvolo riddle #abraxas malfoy #walburga black #minerva mcgonagall #fleamont potter #albus dumbledore #fic quotes #fic recs #alternate universe #time travel #crack fic #i mean just from this you could have guessed #but the entire thing is just a piece of art and laughter #really go read it #it will make your day better

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naomiruthwrites · 1 year

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Me Some Point Last Year After Roommate Kept Telling Me/Us About Dark/Political Harry Potter AU Fic:

Haha, what if I wrote a crack-fic about Ginny doing illegal Blood Magic with Filch’s cat?

ONE YEAR LATER:

#this Harry Potter AU is FOUR UNIVERSES DEEP #OHMYGOD I CAN’T EVEN #I DON’T WANT TO HAVE ~OPINIONS~ ABOUT HARRY POTTER #I was done with this fandom #hadn’t thought about it for years #was perfectly happy leaving it in the ground #and now it’s a fluffin’ INFERI walking around in a four sided pyramid universe i can’t even begin to explain because I’ll just turn feral #this is all Roommate’s fault #I have started over 17 distinct fic #I have finished nine of them #ao3 #writing fanfic #rabid fanfic author #Harry Potter AU #Gin & Tonic Universe #Ariana Fawkes Universe #Riddle & Abraxas Universe #Flitwick’s Five Universe

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ao3feed-tomarry-harrymort · 1 year

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Perhaps a Little Bit Obsessed

by fightclubsoundtrack

Tom Riddle isn’t usually intrigued by his classmates. Not unless they have valuable skills or exploitable weaknesses.

Harrison Evans is the exception to that.

(Or: A rather oblivious Tom Riddle’s borderline-obsessive curiosity and impending sexuality crisis over Slytherin house’s newest fifth year)

Words: 1563, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Characters: Harry Potter, Tom Riddle, Abraxas Malfoy, Orion Black, Alphard Black, Eileen Prince, Nott Sr. (Harry Potter), Slytherin Students

Relationships: Harry Potter/Tom Riddle, Abraxas Malfoy & Tom Riddle, Orion Black & Tom Riddle, Harry Potter & Eileen Prince, Alphard Black & Harry Potter

Additional Tags: Hogwarts Fifth Year, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Harry Potter & Tom Riddle Attend Hogwarts Together, Slytherin Harry Potter, Alternate Universe - 1940s, Dark Harry Potter, Sane Tom Riddle, Tom Riddle is Not Voldemort, (Yet?), Harry Potter is Not a Potter, Harry Potter is a Peverell, Pureblood Society (Harry Potter), Possessive Tom Riddle, Oblivious Tom Riddle, Master of Death Harry Potter, Orion & Abraxas can read Tom TOO well, Tom Riddle is Bad at Feelings, Tom Riddle is a Sweetheart, Anti-Muggle Content, it’s 1940s Slytherins what do u expect, Tom Riddle Has Feelings, He doesn’t understand them but they’re there!, Gay Tom Riddle, Gay Harry Potter, Murder Husbands, eventually

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/48025216

#ao3feed #fanfiction #tomarry #harrymort #tomarrymort #fightclubsoundtrack #Perhaps a Little Bit Obse

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hrodvitnon · 4 months

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BAGAN (2/3)

Long overdue at this point, but hey - more Bagan stuff. With extra suffering on the menu for all involved!

Abraxas couldn't do anything. They couldn't think, couldn't breathe, could barely even move as Bagan loomed overhead. It towered over them and it felt like a wet tongue was lapping across their brain every time it spoke, leaving scalding boiling scars that made their head pulse and ache.

"Oh, how you have suffered, Abraxas," It droned in its ever-present monotone. Abraxas felt something reach down and lift them into the air, pulling them up towards Bagan's face. "Two lost children, tortured and broken and then fooled into thinking that they were able to escape the grand tragedy of their lives. Had you continued to exist as you had before, your despair would have grown so great that it would have finally led you on the path to me. To rob you of that, I can think of no greater crime."

Abraxas struggled to raise their head, glaring at the dark towering shape that even now felt as though it was indistinct - a paper-thin mask for something vast and incalculable, a void rent into the universe in a chosen shape for a chosen purpose. It twisted and rent their very being just to struggle to perceive it through the haze.

"F...Fuc-k y-ou..."

It went through several faces in that moment. Enjin, then Mizu, then their mother again, before finally settling on the three-headed visage of Ghidorah. Except the golden scales were torn and darkened, almost the color of bloody muscle, the heads of Ichi and Ni riddled with holes and large bloated growths filled with eyes and teeth and worms. And the head of the San-Who-Could-Have-Been was hanging by a cord of meat, drooping dull and lifeless as it drooled blood and viscera onto the ground below.

"AH, BUT WE WOULD NOT WISH TO RUSH THINGS SO SOON. NOT WHEN WE HAVE BEEN GIVEN ANOTHER CHANCE TO RELISH YOU."

"I CAN SMELL THE NEED ON YOU. YOU WANTED THIS, YOU WANTED US. ADMIT IT."

"struggled died for nothing what was the point the point the point"

Abraxas tried to call the lightning, tried to make it rush through their body and tear into the abomination that held them aloft. But nothing came. They were held there as Bagan puppeted the form of Ghidorah to mock them, the three heads moving with none of their trademark deceptive finesse and grace, but with the motions of poorly rigged puppets or dolls.

"PERHAPS YOU WOULD LIKE US TO CONSUMMATE OUR UNION, NOW THAT WE HAVE THE TIME..."

Their eyes widened, and they struggled ever harder against the invisible grip that held them still. The form of Ghidorah melted away as Doragon quickly replaced it, the draconic demon tilting its head at the Ghidorah hybrid.

"They have wished deeply to taste of you, even now. Even as a part of me. Unfortunately, I will have to deny them the opportunity," It said, its face bulging outward as as black bubbling fluid leaked from every corner of its body and started to envelop the Titan.

"Goodbye, Abraxas. Know that in my embrace, your despair shall not be put to waste, like it would in the Mother Dark's gentle hands. You shall remain here, with me, onto eternity. Sleep and struggle no more."

Abraxas wanted to scream, to shout, to cry for help. But any such pleas would have been useless even before the black fluid started flooding their throat. The bile tasting of nothing less than every pain they'd ever experienced, every ounce of suffering and torture Ghidorah put them through, every world that the golden monster had ever murdered, every loss and every possibility of loss past, present and future. The lives and suffering of countless trillions threatening to wash them away.

Their face was just about to be totally enveloped before a familiar roar and a bright burst of blue forced the sickly mass of fluid darkness to retract from them, burning it away in the nick of time.

Abraxas fell to the ground hard, falling to their hands and knees as they hacked and spluttered, puking up the inky sludge that swiftly grew legs like a spider and scuttled away to join the main mass, which was already reforming into the shape of Bagan once again. The demon's still-forming head turned to address the hybrid's would-be savior.

"Ah, the guest of honor himself and his entourage. It pleases me that-"

Another atomic breath met the unnatural thing before it could finish its sentence, followed swiftly by a blast of frigid ice freezing the entire mass solid, before the blow of a supercharged axe blew the whole thing apart. Godzilla stood silent as he trudged in, Kong and Shimo to either side as they stared at the remaining shards of ice.

"Be silent." The King's growl shook the earth with the force and weight of his wrath.

Kong knelt down to grab his axe, inspecting it silently before turning to Godzilla, who addressed him and Shimo with a gruff nod. "Be on your guard. I do not think that killed it."

Abraxas was already thankful for the arrival of their king and the others, but as they felt familiar warm wings drape themselves over them, they had to stop themself from just completely relaxing into that embrace and drifting off. Rodan looked at them, worry painting the beak of the normally perpetually cocky firebird.

Abraxas did their best to give him a grin. "Hey."

"Hey."

"Are the others...?" Abraxas asked, almost worried. Rodan nodded. "They're fine. Better than that, they're on their way. Managed to meet up with the big guy and the monkey, and Mothra went to go fetch the others. They should be here soon."

Abraxas sighed with relief at their mate's words. It was fine. Everything was going to be okay...they could deal with this now that everyone was here. Those were their thoughts right before the monotone voice droned through the air once again.

"The familiar noisome sensation of hope, lingering wherever the masses believe despair to be quelled. It is a sensation that can only be attributed to you and yours, Gojira."

The lingering particles of Shimo's frigid breath swirled together, clustering and condensing themselves back into shape, as all the while that voice droned on. "Yet, as you bring hope as surely as this planet orbits its star, are you not the one with some of the deepest despair of all?"

Godzilla growled and a quickly formed atomic breath tore through the cloud of still-condensing particles. When Bagan spoke next, the very air seemed to swell and howl with its voice, a collective chorus of all the world's sorrow.

"You try to deny it, but we both know that you cannot escape what you fear...can you, brother?"

Godzilla and the others froze, as the dust blew away and out came...something else. Something wrong.

It looked like the shape of Godzilla's brother, Ozymandias-then-Xenilla, still looking as he was before they managed to recover him - infested with that crystalline parasite. But worse, somehow. His armss were painfully stretched out, so long that they flopped almost useless at the thing's sides. Its entire upper body looked hopelessly emaciated, to the point its skeleton was almost visible beneath the flesh. The skull was drawn out in a parody of Ozymandias', stretched to a terrible degree as eyes like pinpricks of violet light shown within. But the worst part were the crystals. Stretching and swelling across every inch of it - crystals. More of them than there ever were across the body of Ozymandias. So many digging into its back that they formed a mane of them, teeth and claws made out of the alien mineral dripping with blood and viscera from where they tore the skin. And they pulsed malevolently, almost organically with every wheezing breath the monster took.

Shimo was the first to break out of the stupor that the paralyzing visage had cast upon them, and it was a bloodchilling cry - of anger, of pain, of sheer and absolute terror as memories of Xenilla's arrival were forcefully dredged back up. Kong was next, barely able to raise his axe with how his kept shivering involuntarily. Rodan pulled Abraxas closer to himself, holding his mate up even as the two stood and beheld the nightmare before them with equal horror. But it was Godzilla whose reaction was the greatest.

No words were said, no simple growls of outrage made.

There was merely the earth-splitting howl of the king as vibrant light exploded around him as he charged at Bagan's newest mask. And his rage was met with the unmistakable cries of Ozymandias, warped and rattling beneath a throat made of crystal.

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(Ach, apologies for the wait! Currently out of state right now because my cousin is getting married but at least the hotel has WiFi!)

JeeeeAYSUS WEPT, BUT BAGAN HOW ARE YOU THIS CREEPY?! OH GOD THE FACE MELTING AND THE SLUDGE GOING INTO ABRAXAS' MOUTH OH FUCK THAT'S ICKY THAT'S NOT GOOD THAT FEELS REALLY NOT GOOD... which is to say, holy shit that was a turn and I dig how horribly creepy Bagan got. Good thing the cavalry showed up... but now Goji's about to go ballistic and I can't wait to see how this goes...

#submission #abraxasverse #bagan

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