#dark albus

[shadowydreamlandwonderland]

Let's be honest, Albus and Gellert ruling the world would have been hot.

[regretismyconstantcompanion]

Tom thought it was going to be hard to carve into bone. It wasn't. First he took to heating up the tip of his blade. Scorching the marks into the ivory. He had already mark out the phrase ahead of time. After of course bleaching the finger bone. The process took some time. After the carving, he rub soot into the words. They shone better in the candle light.

Pour toujours vôtre

Tom took a moment to admire his craftsmanship. Not usually an artist. Had he taken that route, put in the effort, Tom would have been in good company.

Tom place the finger bone in the small tissue line box. Penning the card to go along with it. Hoping Albus would find the gift amusing. More amusing when he finds out who the finger once belong to as well.

Hopefully Albus had a sense of humor. And the other Wizard learn to weld a wand with the other hand. If he had lived his other injurie's.

Surely he had.

Tom sent it off with his owl. All the while smiling. In the mood for bone broth soap all of a sudden.

Albus was quite surprised to receive an owl from Tom. Partially because they were both within Hogwarts grounds and because they had both been careful not to leave a paper trail of their .... involvement. The night at the hotel had been spectacular and while they had been sneaking in moments together, they - in particular Albus - needed to be careful while under Hogwarts roof. A startled laugh spilled from his lips as he opened the box. He knew exactly what it was. A bone. Not an animal bone but a human finger bone to be exact. Whom did it - had it - belonged to? There had been no attacks within Hogwarts grounds - Albus had forbidden Tom from participating in such reckless and dangerous practices at the school but it seemed he had gone beyond these walls and indulged himself. He was caught somewhere between pleased and proud but also displeased at the risks the boy was taking. His foolishness could cost them both, dearly. His index finger stroked over the words carved into the gift. Pour toujours vôtre Yours forever. A powerful statement indeed. Did the boy mean it? Had Tom somehow gone beyond infatuation and playing his cards right and developed feelings for him? He wanted to find out. He needed to find out. Slipping the gift away to keep it from any prying eyes, he went in search of Tom and found him in the library. It was quite, school still on break for another few days so few students were within the castle. That had suited them, it had made it easier to sneak around. "I knew I'd find you here. An hovering so close to the restricted section again." Albus clicked his tongue at him as if to admonish him but he was smiling. "I received your gift. Do I dare ask where you acquired such an unusual present."

[aphoticarachne]

What is this feeling?

Tom Riddle x Reader

Wherein you and Tom Riddle seem to loathe each other . . or do you?

a/n: I watched Wicked a few weeks ago and the song “What is this Feeling?” has been ringing in my mind so here we are.

Everyone who roamed the shadowed corridors of Hogwarts knew of the quiet war that lingered between you and Tom.

It was not something declared aloud, but rather something that settled in the air, cold and thin, like winter mist curling through the cracks of stone. You never quite understood why, but there it was — every word you spoke, every step you took, seemed to sharpen the edges of his gaze. It began subtly. A stray remark from the faculty during first year, their praise falling at your feet like scattered petals. You hadn’t thought much of it. But Tom had. Tom always noticed.

And then, of course, there was your magnetism. You drew attention without meaning to — a pureblood with a mind quick enough to match his, and a beauty that moved through rooms like a breath of wind. Naturally, people admired you. Naturally, he despised it.

There was no mild disdain in Tom Riddle. Only unadulterated loathing.

You learned not to flinch beneath the weight of it. His cold eyes followed you as if hexing you from afar was a temptation barely restrained. And perhaps, in some quiet part of you, you welcomed it. Rivalry, even unspoken, was still a kind of recognition. Over time, you had begun to play along, careful and deliberate, weaving your way into his path just to see the flicker of irritation cross his face.

In the end, you were as much to blame for it as he was.

So when Horace Slughorn, your Potions Professor, announced in seventh year that you’d be partnering with Tom, you nearly lost your composure.

It was absurd, really — the sudden heat in your chest, the tightening of your grip on the desk. Across the room, Tom’s gaze flicked toward you, impassive but sharp, as if Slughorn’s words had only confirmed something he already suspected.

The room felt smaller.

“Professor!” You called, carefully schooling your expression as Slughorn announced the partners for brewing Draught of the Living Death. He turned to you, his ever-present smile stretched wide, brimming with that thoughtless cheer he seemed to carry everywhere.

“Yes, dear girl?”

“Might I partner with someone else? Or perhaps work alone?” Your voice was light, polite, though the faint smile you forced felt stiff. Across the room, Tom’s gaze settled on you — disinterested, yet razor-sharp beneath the surface.

Mindless imbecile, you thought.

Slughorn’s brow furrowed, his jovial demeanor dimming by a flicker. “You’ve no issue with Mr. Riddle, I presume? No, I see no reason why two of my brightest students shouldn’t work together!” He clapped his hands, already drifting toward another group, humming contentedly.

A quiet, defeated sigh slipped past your lips. Was Slughorn truly so oblivious, so incurably naïve, to think this pairing was anything but disastrous?

You told yourself it was fine. You would endure it, as you always did. But there was a quiet undercurrent to it now, something that twisted beneath the surface like a serpent curling around bone.

As soon as class ended, you slipped through the door, your steps quick and deliberate. The weight of the room lifted the moment you crossed the threshold, and you exhaled quietly, eager to disappear into the steady flow of students crowding the corridor. The last thing you wanted was to linger, not with him still there, his gaze undoubtedly following you as it often did.

But just as you merged into the throng of robes and chatter—

Tom had called out your last name, like he always did whenever he felt the need to address you.

His voice rang clear, smooth and precise, cutting through the noise with unsettling ease. You didn’t stop. Didn’t turn. It wasn’t the first time he had tried to catch your attention, and by now you’d learned to brush past it, to pretend not to hear.

The students around you shifted, moving like water around stone, and you were ready to lose yourself among them—

Until his hand caught your wrist. Firm, but not careless.

A startled breath caught in your throat as Tom pulled you aside, his grip steady as he steered you into a narrow corridor. The sudden absence of noise made the air feel heavier, too still.

You tore your arm from his grasp, distaste flickering sharp in your eyes as you stepped back, creating distance between you.

“What do you want, Riddle?” Your tone was cold, sharpened by irritation you no longer cared to hide.

Tom straightened, folding his arms across his chest as he regarded you with that same calculating look he always wore, the one that felt more like an assessment than anything else.

“Do you make a habit of ignoring everyone, or just the ones you despise?” he asked, his head tilting slightly. His voice was infuriatingly calm.

“I didn’t hear you,” you replied curtly, though the lie felt thin even to your own ears.

He hummed softly, the sound light but edged. “Lying is beneath you.”

You held his gaze, the quiet tension settling between you like fog. “Was there a reason you stopped me, or do you simply enjoy cornering students in secluded places?”

Tom’s eyes narrowed faintly, though his expression remained unreadable. “Starting next week, we meet after class. Every day. We work on the potion until it’s flawless.”

There was no invitation in his tone—only fact, as if the decision had already been made long before this conversation.

“I’ve already arranged for the use of Slughorn’s classroom. Go there when classes end.”

His eyes lingered on yours for a moment longer, cold and unwavering.

“Do you understand?”

"And what if I'm busy next week? Have you no consideration?" you shot back, arms crossing as you met his gaze without flinching. The truth was, your schedule was perfectly clear — not a single obligation to be found. But that wasn’t the point. Who was he to dictate your time as if it belonged to him?

Tom’s expression didn’t shift, not even slightly. If anything, the corner of his mouth twitched, not quite a smile, but something colder.

"And who, exactly, would be foolish enough to keep your company?" His voice was soft, almost thoughtful, but the insult laced beneath it struck hard enough.

Your eyes narrowed.

"4 PM," he continued, brushing past your challenge with practiced ease. "I expect you there. On time. Or I’ll brew the potion myself — and I’ll make sure Slughorn knows you contributed nothing."

The weight of his words hung in the air, heavy and unmoving. His gaze lingered, deliberate as if daring you to test him further. But before you could summon a retort, he turned sharply on his heel and strode down the corridor, his robes trailing behind him like shadows curling at his feet.

You stayed rooted in place, watching as he disappeared around the corner.

Infuriating. Absolutely infuriating.

Deena speaks .ᐟ

English isn't my first language so I apologize if I'd made any mistakes, if so, please correct me.

I plan on making this a short fic, mayhaps 5+ chapters? Please give me opinions on how I should end this story! + I'm also sorry if it sucks, this is my first time writing!

[fatherforgivethem]

“Did you know, Sir?”

…

“Did I know I just met the most dangerous dark wizard of all time? No.”

…

…

“I can make bad things happen to people who are mean to me. Can make them hurt… if I want.”

[shrimpalbuspotter]

The fact Scorpius and Albus are soulmates in every timeline and even in one's where either one of them don't exist the other is always yearning for something they don't understand

[lilithofpenandbook]

Something about Dumbledore being so hard on Snape

Dumbledore being scornful of Snape even when Snape was on his knees

Dumbledore emphasising that Snape made a mistake and must pay for it

Dumbledore who kept reminding Snape of his mistake even when he was grieving Lily

Dumbledore who didn't just let Snape change sides, he needed Snape to change his heart

Dumbledore who made the same mistakes as Snape and has been living in guilt ever since

Dumbledore who realised Snape was following in his footsteps

Dumbledore who may have started out thinking of Snape as cowardly or selfish but soon grew to trust him

Dumbledore who gave Snape half truths because if worst came to worst then Voldemort would have all the information right on his arm

Dumbledore who trusted Snape enough to not lie to him about the fact that he wasn't telling him everything even though he knew Snape resented it

Dumbledore who trusted Snape so much he knew that even if Snape resented him he would not betray him

Dumbledore who left everything he worked for in Snape's hands knowing it would be safe

Dumbledore who asked Snape to be the one to kill him, not just to save Draco's soul but for his own sake

Dumbledore who chose to die but only at the hands of someone he had grown to love

Dumbledore who once saw Snape as a desperate selfish boy that disgusted him

Dumbledore who made Snape his heir

Dumbledore who made Snape his.

[nedofrisk]

Stock photos redraw part 2 (part 1) :’D

[iamnmbr3]

Me writing meta about Tom Riddle: *checks the book 3 times for accuracy, extrapolates based on the text, clearly denotes things that are just headcanons not specifically supported by evidence*

Albus Dumbledore writing meta about Tom Riddle: lol yeah idk his vibes were just always rancid. no i don't need to "cite my sources" wtf???

[thewitchybookie]

introducing the main characters of my #hogwartsfanfic: ✨the curse of the thunderbird✨ part i

read more on: https://archiveofourown.org/works/55304065/chapters/140299276?fbclid=PAZXh0bgNhZW0CMTEAAabkXCr2E0XWE6AZqNQRB5BPnEhRKd7FIWOgGyyfAmkKBIS9-2lRQfzzujU_aem_o_ciZ2Pg_h_El-eYQyJV5Q%23workskin

[capriddle]

Voldemort is canonically someone who loves to chat. How do we know? With Dumbledore he talks about an old dispute about love, with Barty they probably talked about fathers, with Snape they probably talked about Lily and desire, with Bellatrix they told each other everything. And then again, how many times does Harry talk about superfluous or personal things, like when they were waiting for the Death Eaters in the cemetery? No, Voldemort likes to talk and even gossip.

[regretismyconstantcompanion]

Albus laughed softly as Toms clear disdain. He was such an emotional and needy little thing. It was entertaining to wind him up and relent slightly. "I thought we were much more than friends Tom." Albus knew he sounded so matter of fact. He wouldn't call them friends, although exactly what they were, he wasn't yet entirely sure. Nothing more intimate had happened to them beyond flirtation and a few casual touches. But they certainly weren't friends. "Accidents are a terrible thing indeed. It's much better that those accidents occur beyond the school gates, whether I'm here or not." Albus knew better than to tell the boy not to do something, it would only make him salivate for it even more. He didn't condone cold blooded murder but he could hardly criticise.

@regretismyconstantcompanion​​

Albus remained unfazed by Toms confession. He had already strongly suspected the boy was responsible for the girls death. He wondered if Tom had planned it specifically for when Albus had been away from the school. It had been no secret that he was planning a short trip. “I’m sure you wouldn’t have been so careless as to kill a classmate on school grounds. Surely you wouldn’t have wanted anything to possible tie you to the girls murder.” Albus wouldn’t hesitate to make a move against Tom if he became a problem but for now, it almost amused him as he waited to see what he would do next. “Although it is interesting she was killed so soon after I left for my holiday. If only I was here, I might have been able to prevent it.” Albus ran his eyes over Tom once more. He was such a pretty thing and he was completely aware Tom was trying to seduce him. Perhaps he would let him. “I wouldn’t quite say we were friends.” Albus didn’t pull away from Toms touch, allowing him to explore as he chose to for now. “Support? What would I need to gather support for?” His lips twitched into a small smile.

Tom’s hand drops as if burnt, “Not friends?”

He twists himself way. His thigh brushes a few loose parchment over the edge. Tipping over a jar of ink, thankfully it had its top twist safely on. Tom crosses his arms.  A show of disdain.

“How hurtful.”

His back to Albus.

“Of course, I wasn’t much a friend to that Warren girl.” 

Tom smiled to himself. An unsettling thing. Recalling that night with relish. The steps leading up with his new little beastly friend. 

“Of course that wasn’t personal. She was just in the wrong place at the wrong time.”

Tom pushes himself off the others desk. Righting his vest and collar, never liking to look unkept.

“Accidents happen, trust it wasn’t a cruel or prolong form of death.” He said, 

[metalomagnetic]

What kind of ✨ toys ✨ would your Voldemort’s partners bring in the bedroom, and what are his reactions?

Ok, so I spent way too long thinking about this.

Bella from Beauty and the Beast sometimes brings rope. Bella from Stop all the Clocks, brings Rodolphus (the world's best service top) 😂 Voldemort is highly receptive in both scenarios.

Tom from Ouroboros doesn't as much as bring a toy, but he transforms the world around them into a toy. I think he likes playing hunter/prey games, with high stakes, chasing each other through some super cursed ruins somewhere. Voldemort thinks this is very childish, but he indulges Tom, and always enjoys a good hunt, especially when his hunter/prey is someone as intelligent and creative as...well, him.

Harry brings himself. He is the toy. He enjoys being at Voldemort's complete mercy. Voldemort will never tire of this, having the bane of his existence submit to him.

Albus brings a chess game. Look, I know that is not technically a sex toy, but they are huge nerds, ok? The games are spectacular, and it stimulates their minds, so they are all hot and bothered by the time it's time for bed. Voldemort is especially bothered if Albus wins the game (and he almost always does). Also, I feel Albus would wear some really colourful lingerie under his robes. Maybe some stockings, too (especially for Lesser Evil Voldemort). Voldemort is 10000% obsessed with Albus (in Meta and in Lesser) so he's up for everything his redheaded man wants. Fawkes wishes he would be blind, and has taken to flying far, far away as soon as the door to the bedroom closes for the day.

Abraxas brings a cock cage. A very expensive, custom made one ( what do you mean he bought it from the filthy muggles? Keep that slander to yourself! Abraxas would never! He *totally* found a wizard that makes sex toys, somewhere in the otherwise very puritanical wizarding world). It has precious gems, and it's made of gold and everything. He thinks he's going to convince/bribe/beg Tom into wearing it. Tom does, and they have sex, and then he puts it on Abraxas, curses it so only Tom can open it, and sends him home to his big Manor and his wife. Good luck trying to explain to your father why you can't get your wife pregnant, Abraxas!

Gellert and Voldemort are into some really crazy stuff. I won't even mention it. Dark artefacts that should most definitely not be used for sex find their way into their bed. Insane spells and potions and whispered plans for world domination.

Sirius brings a leash, of course. It isn't entirely clear who will wear it. Voldemort would accept pretty much anything, because if they're having sex, then that means Sirius can't leave, can he now?

(Sirius from White Bishop will eventually bring some handcuffs, and they both have belts on them at all times, so they're going to be quite busy.)

[scorpiusmalfoylovesoscarwilde]

albus severus is the human embodiment of be gay do crime, in this essay I will-

[asexualenjolras]

Thinking about the fact that all Draco Malfoy wanted when growing up was someone to talk to and spend time with, someone that actually cared for him and supported him through school and made him forget about all of the darkness in his life. Draco Malfoy, who wanted something like what Harry Potter had with the golden trio.

He would have found so much peace in finding out that Scorpius found that person on his first day of Hogwarts, in Albus Severus Potter. He found someone to fight the darkness with.

And that's why Draco fought so hard for Albus and Scorpius when Harry said they couldn't be together anymore. Because he knew what it was like to be alone. And he knew Scorpius needed Albus more than anything. And he loved that they'd found each other.

Albus was Scorpius' light in the darkness, and Draco found his life was lighter in the knowledge that they had each other too.

[hxuse-xf-black]

[Pansy, Theo & Draco have been ordered by Voldemort to dig up Dumbledore's grave and retrieve his wand. Blaise is there for moral support] Theo: This is bothering me. Blaise: Well, you are digging up a corpse. Theo: No, not that. That's, uh, pretty par for the course, actually.

[inkcoveredpoet]

The bastard warrior: Albus York

All images are from Pinterest but the character (Albus York) is from Good Boy Audios on YouTube.