#married tomarry

[theonceandfuturequeenoftarts]

As Harry walked through the door, he barely resisted the urge to slam it. He didn’t bother to hide his scowl when Tom strolled into the entryway to greet him.

“You were out later than expected,” Tom said, blithe as you please. Clearly his errand went smoothly.

“The next time you need an alibi, you’re on your own,” Harry grumbled. “If I’d had to deal with Umbridge’s toadying for one more minute, you would’ve ended up in Azkaban anyway.”

“Well, that explains why you’re still wearing my face. It’s a wonder you were able to escape before you ran out of Polyjuice.”

“I had to rely on Lucius sodding Malfoy to get me out of there.” Harry didn’t typically care about dignity all that much, but it was mortifying to have to rely on the Malfoy patriarch to save him. And now he’d probably owe the older man a favour, and Malfoy would absolutely lord it over Harry for ages.

“You are so lucky I love you,” he groused, bending slightly to pull off Tom’s ridiculous boots. He couldn’t wait to get back into his own comfortable and completely unfashionable clothing, but it would be a while yet before the potion wore off. He’d had to take a dose as soon as he’d gotten away from the bright pink blight.

“Of course. Thank you, dear heart.”

The distant tone made Harry suspicious. He glanced over his shoulder and caught Tom staring intently at Harry’s… well, Tom’s arse.

“Tom.”

To his credit, Tom showed not an ounce of shame as he let his eyes drift up to meet Harry’s. “Yes, darling?”

“Were you just effectively checking yourself out?”

Tom held his gaze. “And if I was?”

Harry stood up and slowly walked over to his husband. He had to admit, he was enjoying being of the same height – he’d learned to accept that Tom and many of his friends towered over him, but seeing how the other half lived was nice.

“Well, of course I’m gonna take the piss out of you forever.” Harry grinned. He could feel it sit strangely on Tom’s features.

Tom’s shoulders stiffened, the only sign he was irked. Harry reached out to trail a hand down Tom’s chest, grabbing his belt buckle and tugging him into Harry’s chest.

“And I might be willing to indulge you on this, husband.”

A brief stutter in his breathing and flaring heat in his eyes showed Tom was interested. Very interested. 

“Would you?” Tom's blasé tone didn't fool him at all.

Harry chuckled, dropping a quick peck on Tom’s lips before pulling away and heading to the kitchen. “I’ve known you were a narcissist for years. Really, I should’ve expected this.”

He should have paid more attention to Tom’s conspicuous silence behind him, but Harry was more interested in the sandwich he was about to make. That leftover ham was calling his name.

(Because it is his)

[mauveberries]

tomarry time travel back to the 40s au, but instead of Harry Evans, it’s Harry Riddle who pretends to be tom’s half brother to convince Tom to not murder his father. Unfortunately, Tom isn’t easily fooled, and still finds out that Harry time travelled, but the plan worked out because Tom didn’t kill his father, anyway.

[isalisewrites]

Fem!Tomarry

I blame ya both. @monsieurclavier and @toast-ranger-to-a-stranger You're responsible for this. Seducing me with lesbian Tomarry and sexy ladies. *shaking my head*

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The rhythmic drips were a requiem of damned.

Scales glittered in the dull light of the expansive chamber; a guardian to her queen, the great basilisk coiled around a runic diagram, where a steaming cauldron simmered in the center with bubbling black liquid. Tom took a step back away from it and rolled down her dress shirt sleeves, revealing unmarred pale skin in the dim light. She opened the waistcoat of her uniform and unbuttoned her shirt, opening it enough to reveal the upper part of her breasts.

Next… she needed a bit of blood.

Well, a lot of it.

Her eyes were drawn to the sniveling, sobbing girl that lay a few feet away. The girl stared up at her from behind pitifully ugly glasses, wrists bound behind her back with conjured rope, and a gag shoved in her mouth. She thrashed on the ground, her screams muffled, and then sagged, her chest fluttering with her gasps. 

“It’s a shame,” whispered Tom, her voice light and lyrical as she took a step forward. The bound girl hiccuped and sobbed in terror. She could almost taste it in the air. “You really shouldn’t snoop into other people’s business. Bad things might happen when you do.”

The girl wailed behind her gag.

“But it’s all right,” said Tom; her gentle tone was a dark constant to the gleaming knife she held in her hand. She stepped closer and knelt in front of her. The girl screamed some more, her glasses askew. “This will hurt, quite a bit. And when I’m done, I’m going to kill you.”

Tom smiled at the renewed sobs. She put a hand onto the girl’s shoulder and shoved her face down. The girl screamed again, legs kicking, body thrashing wildly, but Tom straddled the back of her thighs and grabbed her tied wrists. A lock of her short hair hung a few inches from her face as she hunched over the girl’s prone form. With a light caress, the knife brushed against the girl’s forearm.

It sliced through flesh with ridiculous ease, red blood blooming to life at the seam.

High pitched screams echoed through the Chamber of Secrets.

“There, there,” murmured Tom, but she couldn’t be heard over the cries. She dipped her fingers into the cut, coating them in blood. “Your blood is important to me. I shan’t waste a drop of it.” Tom painted runes, one by one, her right forearm. Though her runes weren’t drawn as steady, she did the same for her left forearm. Tom pried the cut open a little more, briefly jostled by the girl kicking in furious sobs of terror, and dipped her fingers with more warm blood. She drew another set of runes over her breasts and her heart. As she painted the final runes on her cheeks and forehead, she whispered, “Almost done now.”

Tom forced the girl onto her back. The girl continued to weep, but the life had been drained from her. Tom stood up and looked at herself, doubling checking the runes.

“I’m ready,” said Tom softly in parseltongue, a well of excitement bubbling up inside her. Scales slithered against the ground as the basilisk moved towards the lone girl on the ground. Tom lifted the diadem of Ravenclaw and gazed down at the girl. “Myrtle, you’ve been so good for me.” The girl let out a wretched sniffle. “Really, you’ve been a delight. But, sadly, this is where we part ways.”

Tom’s smile cut through the darkness.

“Kill her.”

“As you wish, Mistress.”

This was it. The moment she’d spent countless hours studying for, meticulously planning for - this was the moment she created her first horcrux, the first anchor to the mortal plane.

Except…

Multiple things happened at once. A flash of golden red light burst high above in the chamber, flames flickering on the stone ceiling. A bird cried, high and warlike, and more light illuminated the chamber. There was a girlish screech, a low curse, and a loud crash.

The cauldron toppled over, spreading out all over the stone floor and smearing the runic circle away. The basilisk shrieked in pain when it splattered her scales and reared back away from the spilled potion.

“Ew, ew, what is this?!” cried a new voice, a woman’s; though, it was a touch lower than the average girl. “Ouch, I think it’s burning me—shit, it’s definitely burning me—”

A rush of magic - wild, intoxicating, elysian - flooded through the entire chamber. There was another screeching, birdlike cry, mournful and powerful. The spilled, sizzling potion that had been meant to consume Myrtle’s blood and merge with the diadem vanished.

Months of work and preparation.

Gone.

Tom trembled with apocalyptic rage. The intruder—she’d have to die. Perhaps all wasn’t lost. She had two victims from which she could forge horcruxes from now. How long before someone noticed Myrtle’s absence? Tom could probably brew another potion in a shorter amount of time. She had the ingredients. Myrtle didn’t lose that much blood and she was still breathing.

Tom double checked.

Ah, yes. Myrtle was alive. 

The intruder stood up, spluttering in such an undignified manner that Tom couldn’t keep the sneer from off her face. It was young woman, a girl who couldn’t be much older than Tom. Her strangely casual clothes were disheveled, messy, covered in dried mud, and she had a wild mane of black hair that looked as if it hadn’t been brushed a day in its life. A phoenix with feathers of a sunset landed on the young woman’s shoulder. It folded its wings and cuddled up against her hair, nipping through tangled strands.

But it was those eyes that captivated Tom the moment she saw them.

Hidden behind ugly circular frames, those emerald green eyes held an ethereal light to them, so unnatural that Tom had to wonder if they belonged to something supernatural.

Tom’s heart stuttered when those eyes locked onto her.

“Fancy meeting you here in the Chamber of Secrets, Tom Riddle.”

Coated in fresh blood, from her fingertips to her forearms, to the parted dress shirt and vest which revealed bloodied cleavage, Tom smiled up at the young woman in her most perfect, charming smile.

“And who might you be?”

“I’m Harry.” The phoenix trilled lightly, burrowing its beak into her hair. The young woman’s eyes never faltered. “Harry Potter.”

[starshiningao3]

The cool thing about not knowing if you like simp "anything for you, Beyonce" easing-up-on-the-violence Tom/Vee more or just-as-violent-but-obsessed-slash-indulgent-to-Harry Tom/Vee more is that you can just like both and there's beautifully written believable stories for each

[tommarvoloriddlesdiary]

Tom: Go out with me.

Harry: What? We can’t duel right now, we’re in herbology. 

Tom: On a date. It’s Hogsmeade weekend.

Harry: Wait. What? Are you insane? You tried to kill me in DADA just last week.

Tom: You dodged. And your protego held fine.

Harry: Yesterday, you looked me in the eyes and mouthed drop dead because I accidentally brushed your arm in potions.

Tom: I can be mean and attracted to you. These aren’t mutually exclusive.

[jlhynde-insanitybrilliance]

*Tom doing everything in his power to launch the tomarry ship in UDLTTOM*

*Harry listing every single reason it’ll never, ever, ever, happen*

Tom:

[starsyoungmistress]

I never post because I'm shy.. But I've seen so much good art in this tag recently that I got motivated enough.

I wanted a new background for my tablet but since I don't have much money to commission people that are better than me at art I made myself a background.

My current obsession is tomarry so here it is.

Tom's face is heavily inspired by this Tom.

Also I got lazy so the lines are sketch lines, and some parts are badly shaded or not shaded at all xD

[didias-hp]

SOBSOB* AAD F&=*MK JA N "",**&÷

THANJYOU 🌹🌹🌹

[hp-shippy-prompts]

Prompt:

Tom is the Minister of Magic (or whatever powerful businessman you choose). He needs a PA, but in the interview he only ever asks his applicants one question:

Fuck, Marry, Kill?

(Only Harry answers to his satisfaction. 😏)

[amndstuckinwonderland]

Emerge From Water - 04

Chapter 4

Summary + Chapter list:

Waking up, Harry checked the time and decided that it was too early to go anywhere so he continued reading through the books and finally finished the files. Today he needed to go to Gringotts to speak to Ironclaw about Sirius Black.

The day went by easily and without issues, first Harry ate and strolled the Alley for a bit, going into shops while feeling giddy over hiding a snake in his newly bought shoulder bag. Turns out snakes are quite sassy, and had ended up naming her Lily. She rather liked it.

“Green One, we should go to the short people now so you can finalise your business and we can cuddle up and sleep.” Harry soon realised that his snake was rather lazy, but at least the commentary was interesting. Harry conceded to Lily’s point and went to Gringotts.

Waiting for his turn, Harry observed the bank, it was quite imposing. In a few minutes, it was Harry’s turn, “I’d like to speak with Craftblade and Ironclaw, please and thank you.” The Goblin looked Harry over, before yelling for another Goblin to escort Harry to Craftblade’s office and to call Ironclaw.

Harry was taken to the room filled with weapons hanging on the walls and an intimidating desk where Craftblade sat. “How can I help you today, Mr Potter?” Harry then went along and explained that he was here to visit the vaults under his name as well as to give the memories for Sirius’ case.

As he mentioned Sirius, Ironclaw arrived. “Mr Potter, sit down so I can begin the memory extraction.” The Goblin said, leaving no room to refuse. Harry nodded and sat down on the chair parallel to Craftblade. The extraction took a minute and Ironclaw left after securing the memories into Potion Vials.

Before Craftblade took Harry to visit the vaults, Harry asked, “The files mentioned a few of my heirlooms being missing, that weren’t in one of the family properties, how do I get them back?” At the question, the Goblin looked confused before he sneered, “Just recite, ‘I, Lord Potter and Heir Black recall all items owned by me to be returned’.” 

Harry nodded, assuming it was like one of those warding enchantments and binds that were attached to all assets Harry owns per the file's details. And in a few seconds, a blank parchment paper and an ugly-coloured cloak appeared. Harry recognised both items, the parchment was a map his Dad made with the password of ‘I Solemnly Swear That I’m Up To No Good’. The cloak on the hand had the Potter Family Magic reacting quite strongly as Harry picked it up, once again lamenting that it would have been pretty if it was a solid colour like green.

Then suddenly, the cloak changed its colour to an emerald green. Gently wearing the cloak, Harry turned invisible, the cloak was the famed Cloak of Invisibility given to Ignotus Peverell by Death himself, or so the file claims it to be.

Harry delicately folded the Cloak and placed it into his bag, before following Craftblade into his vaults. The entire ordeal took over two hours and Harry was emotionally drained. He had visited a total of six vaults, five for the Potter Family and the last for the Black Heirship.

When Harry asked why there were multiple vaults, Craftblade had replied that there were his trust vaults, one for each family, then the main Potter vault, then one dedicated to portraits, one to cursed heirlooms and then the last was books and trinkets that the Ministry and ICW, International Confederation of Wixen, had banned over the years. Harry was looking forward to looking into that.

So Harry spent a good chunk of the day roaming through the vaults, truthfully, Harry had spent most of it stalling to avoid going into the portrait vault. “Did my parents’ have portraits commissioned?” Harry tried to keep the hopefulness to a minimum but couldn’t help it. 

The Goblin stared at Harry for a second before replying, “No, unfortunately, due to the circumstances at the time and the fact that most Wixen do not have their portraits painted until they're in their late fifties.” Harry took the answer for what it was and tried not to feel too bitter at never meeting his parents, even if it was a shade of their true personality.

Harry walked out of the bank with multiple books and heirlooms the family kept as well as journals he found written by his parents with their friends, or so Harry assumed. That night, after Harry settled himself by rearranging his entire trunk much too many times, he went to sleep both excited and a cauldron worth of anticipation for the Will reading.

The next day Harry woke up in a mix of emotions, he was not only finding out about a GodFather but also given the option to stay with him, despite Harry being an adult in the eyes of Wixen Laws. 

Harry got up and changed into formal robes he bought the day prior, he had only purchased a few to last him for a week. The robes were a gorgeous emerald green, underneath Harry wore simple black slacks and a button-up white shirt. Slipping on a pair of dragonhide boots, Harry shrunk his trunk and checked out of the Leaky Cauldron.

Harry was the first to arrive at Gringotts, granted he wanted to see exactly who would be participating. Second to arrive was a stern-looking woman who brought along three people, two of them in similar uniforms that he recognized as Official Auror Robes, but before Harry could even greet Lady, one of the men hoarsely spoke, “Harry?” 

Harry’s eyes snapped to the man the Aurors’ escorted with cuffs on his wrist. “Sirius?” Harry abruptly stopped, “Merry meet Lady Bones, Aurors.” He greeted, lightly brushing a kiss to the Department Head of Magical Law Enforcement’s hand, “Gringotts has graciously provided a private room for us to wait in.”

With that being said, Harry followed an escort Goblin to a private room. Once settled, Harry politely had the Aurors move to the back after they introduced themselves as Aurors Shaklebolt and Graves. They had seated Sirius onto the couches and Harry, much to the concern of the others in the room, had swiftly sat down next to him.

Sirius looked groggy, except once he glanced at Harry, his eyes watered as if he was about to sob, hence Harry grabbed his hand and squeezed, “I know you’re innocent, just brave through this, and we can talk privately.” That calmed the man significantly. Harry had noticed that his GodFather was rather pale and malnourished, and he felt his heart constrict in sympathy.

Harry knew it was a smart idea to read the books on Azkaban, hence he silently and single handedly removed a box of chocolate as well as warm milk from his shoulder bag, but was careful not to wake Lily up from her sleep. Then he fed them to Sirius, who curled himself onto Harry, hoping it would bring any form of comfort. 

The entire room was filled with quiet tension as Lady Longbottom arrived, both Harry and Lady Bones had gotten up to greet her. The two Ladies made idle small talk whilst Harry rejoined Sirius on the couch. Now, there was only Remus, Professor Snape and Dumbledore left to arrive, and ten minutes to start the Reading itself.

Just as Harry thought of the werewolf, Remus walked in, he immediately zeroed onto Harry and Sirius, but as per decorum and social rules, greeted everyone before sitting near Harry and Sirius, yet he did not speak, too shaken up to answer, it was only then Harry realised that it was two days after the full moon and Remus would still be recovering.

Sirius tried to reach out for Remus’ hand yet stopped himself, “Moony.” He rasped, that was all it took for Remus to reach out to hold Sirius’ slightly chocolatey hand. Before he could say anything, Bloodclaw walked into the room with Ironclaw trailing behind him. 

Though, prior to the Goblins arriving Professor Snape walked into the room, and he silently went to greet everyone before sitting down in the furthest corner from Harry and Sirius.

Then came in the Goblins, ten minutes after them came in a horribly dressed wizard. When Harry heard Dumbledore’s fashion sense was bad, he thought of mismatched robes and dress shirts, not ugly bright yellow stars on deep purple. Harry had to calm himself, or else he would have set blaze those disgusting robes. 

“Harry! My boy, you must get away from him!” Dumbledore said with a certain edge to his voice, but rather than Harry showing an outburst, he calmly replied, “Have we met before? Because I do not recall giving you permission to refer to me by my given name.” Such is life when you leave a child to be neglected by bitter relatives, those children end up holding grudges and anger which even Hell is afraid of.

Despite reeling internally, Harry caught Lady Bones’ eyebrows twitching in irritation, she looked rather displeased by the information. “Now Harry, I am your Magical Guardian, and I require respect-” Harry quickly cut him off, “I have never met you in my life, hence you have failed as a Guardian, second of all I am an emancipated Lord, you have no control whatsoever upon me.”

The temperature dropped in the room, due to Dumbledore’s late arrival, the rest of the people in the room had already witnessed Harry’s Lordship and Heir Rings. The Headmaster looked flustered, and rightfully so, he had never planned for the Will to be read, yet since it was happening, he needed to do damage control.

Thankfully, the Goblins didn’t allow for any unnecessary chatter as they squished Dumbledore’s attempts to talk to Harry. He was quite glad he had informed the Goblins of his desire of not wanting to speak with Albus Dumbledore until he reached Hogwarts. 

Craftblade, once everyone had stopped speaking, opened a box filled with a shimmery sphere and placed it onto the desk in the middle of the room. 

“I still do not think we should burden a child to hear their parents’ last words.” Dumbledore said in a gentle tone yet mentally he was seething, how dare the child speak against him. Surprisingly, before Harry could say anything, Lady Longbottom intervened. “We should hurry up, none of us have time for delayed matters that should have been resolved ages ago.”

Harry caught the stern Lady’s eyes and slightly inclined his head as a thanks and received a sharp nod in return. Then Craftblade tapped the sphere twice and a voice played out of it;

“I, Jameson Fleamont Potter, revoke all previous wills whilst under no effects of any spells, potions or runes, so mote it be.

I, Lily Rosaline Potter nee Evans, revoke all previous wills whilst under no effects of any spells, potions or runes, so mote it be.”

Harry swallowed a sob at hearing his parents' voices, unconsciously he curled towards Sirius who pulled him to his chest tightly.

“Hi, if this is playing that means I have died during the time I and my family were in hiding, Lilyflower if you’re there, please do not blame yourself for not saving me or for any reason I died. I leave everything to you until it is to be given to my son and Heir on the day he accepts the Heirship.

If both my Wife and I are to perish during the war, then I leave my greatest treasure to my dearest friend, Sirius Black-Lupin. Besides my son, I give Sirius the Potter Family Summer Home in Athens, where we spent our best days. And he is to be given the contents of vault 408.

To Remus Black-Lupin, I leave you the contents of vault 409, and I sincerely hope you do not reign Harry and Sirius away from pranks rather help plan them like you did with us during our Hogwarts time.

To Peter Pettigrew, if proven to not be disloyal and betray us as our Secret Keeper; then, I leave you the contents of vault 410. 

To Neville Longbottom, my Godson, I leave you vault 411, in hopes that you’ll find the picture and stories of your Parents and I infinite amusement. Lily has also placed all kinds of trinkets and things for you.

To Severus Snape, I ask for forgiveness for the torment I caused during our school years as you did not deserve that treatment.”

The will continued through Lily’s version, except she left things for things for Mary Macdonald, Marlene Mckinnon and Alice Fortescue. She too, left a small note for Professor Snape, and to Harry’s surprise it looked like the Professor was about to cry.

“In order of Guardianship of our son, first he should go to Sirius Black-Lupin as his right of being both Harry’s GodFather as well as BloodAdopt Father. Then to Remus Black-Lupin, if either are not able to provide Guardianship, then Harry is to go to Alice and Frank Longbottom. Should they too be unable to care for Harry, then Harry should be raised by one of the Potter family’s house elves. Under no circumstances should be given to Petunia Dursley nee Evans.” 

The air crackled with heavy Magic caused by Harry’s emotional turmoil, someone had sealed the will to make sure Harry would end up at the Dursley, and he had a very good guess on who exactly it was. Harry almost lost his temper if not for Remus suddenly hugging Harry and Sirius, which wasn’t a good idea as it caused both of them to flinch and jerk back.

Sirius in a panic pulled Harry closer and raised his hand in fright at hearing Harry whimper, but seeing as it was Remus both of them slowly relaxed into the embrace. The hug was cut short as Lady Longbottom quickly asked, “Why wasn’t the Will read before?” It was a question Harry had as well so he softly slipped out of the hug to turn to the Goblins. “I’ve been wondering so as well.”

Craftblade then answered with a bloodthirsty grin and Harry noticed how Dumbledore’s face lost all colour, “Due to pressure from the Ministry, Gringotts was strongly asked to not read the Will unless asked by the Heir.”

The admission caused disgruntled expressions to appear on most of the faces, but not to lack of care, Madam Bones quickly approached Harry, “Lord Potter, I would like you to come with me for a bit to clear up everything with Lord Black at the DMLE office.”

Yet, before Harry could reply, Dumbledore inserted himself into the conversation, “Well, Amelia, I must recommend myself to be present in the meeting.” As if Albus was going to leave his pawns out of his reach any longer. “HeadMaster Dumbledore,” Said Remus harshly, “My GodSon, Husband and I will be leaving with Madam Bones after collecting everything from Gringotts and where Harry is staying.”

Dumbledore lost his infuriating twinkling from his eyes, “Remus, my boy, you can not -” Albus didn’t have time to finish his sentence as Craftblade forcefully expelled him from the room. It shocked the occupants in the room, but they regained composure. 

Then, Lady Longbottom spoke, “Lord Potter, Lord Black, I will be sending letters regarding the Healers in Europe, I hope they are useful.” She said sombrely, with a slightly haunted look in her eyes before bidding them goodbye.

Seeing as no uninvited guest remained and everything was collected, Harry mentally gave himself a pat on the back for bringing his truck and shoulder bag with him. Then, Madam Bones brought Harry and his possibly new family to the DMLE. They were escorted to Madam Bones’ office and were seated. The next hour passed by through paperwork and having the Minister call an emergency Wizengamot meeting for the next day.

[jlhynde-insanitybrilliance]

Except the order in tomarry fics usually goes: Kill, fuck, marry. But then sometimes it’s: fuck, marry, kill. And sometimes it’s; fuck, kill, marry.

I don’t think I’ve come across a marry, fuck, kill yet…oh, wait no I remember a few. Nvm.

This can go in any order. And it’s all good 👍

Fred: Alright Harry, your turn. Fuck, Marry, Kill.

Harry: Riddle.

George: For which?

Harry: All of them. First I’d marry him, then I’d fuck him, then I’d kill him.

Tom, right behind him: so you’re saying I have to propose.

[mauveberries]

ok but bella/voldemort/fem harry ministry + soulmates au with healer bellatrix would go so hard

[macabreafterparty]

Imagine this tomarry/harrymort au that was inspired by a conversation I had with my lover

Harry Potter is nothing but a lowly servant to be married off to someone like Dolores Umbridges son for some land his family owned before they died but then he mysteriously goes missing.

Rumor started to spread that the god that lived in the woods (or dilapidated castle) snatched the green eyed virgin away for trespassing some days before.

His foster family (the Dursleys of course) wanting to save face as the "caring" family who wants to return him to his "true love" gathered a team to rescue him (Order of the Phoenix or maybe just his merry band of Gryffindors)

As the rescue team zones in on him, they're surprised at how warm the home they tracked Harry to is, how it smells of baking treacle tart, how the magic seems to buzz around them in joy.

As they smash into the only lit room, yelling "HARRY WE'RE HERE TO RESCUE YOU" they were surprised by seeing Harry. Not chained or tortured. No, he was not only healthy by draped in this god damn thing

On this god damn thing

With not only mountains of food, books, and magical trinkets littering the area but a god-like creature (whether it be Voldemort or Tom Riddle you can decide) Sitting behind him, chin on his shoulder and arms around him, possessiveness oozing from the very hold.

Harry looks up in shock from the giant tome floating in front of him, (the creature not even looking in the team's direction as if he wanted them to find the both of the men in said position) and just goes "What..are you talking about? Go away, I'm fine."

[mister-tom-a-dildo-lover]

Tomarry set in a Soul Eater au like you mentioned before and with Tom saying to Harry "You are my Meister and mine alone!" Congrats on 4000 followers!

Oof!

Fandom: HP Ship: Tomarry AU: Soul Eater AU TAGS: Meisters, Soul Resonance, Drama, Angst, Dark Humor, Violence, Exposure Therapy?.

~.O.~

It was said that Tom Riddle Jr.'s mother was a witch. That was why he was such an unruly and unpleasant demon weapon that no one could get along with.

After all, why else would his powers allow him to control other people like they were puppets? Who else but a witch would have such a twisted ability?

He insisted she was a regular mortal. That she died giving birth to him on the doorstep of an orphanage in London, England. That the matron had said the only name she'd given was his, and she asked that he be called Tom Riddle, for his father.

When he'd been granted a position at Death Weapon Meister Academy back when he was twelve, he'd been decently well-liked... until he wasn't. No one had done anything malicious as far as they were aware, but he got angry one day and used his powers on the students in his class.

They weren't allowed to talk about what happened, but none of those students could ever see him without panicking afterward.

Eventually, some of the older students who weren't scared of his frigid demeanor and nasty words decided they were going to look into him to get him expelled if it was the last thing they did. Based on the bare information on his school records, they found his father and his father's family. And by extension, found his mother's family as they all lived near the same village.

There was no actual proof that Merope Gaunt of the impoverished Gaunt family was a witch, this was true, but Merope was not a common name. And it was an alternate name, used by one of the most popular witches in history. Periboea Gorgon. Or, better known as twin sister to Medusa Gorgon, younger sister of Arachne Gorgon, and older sister to Shaula Gorgon. Often mistakenly called Medusa because of their similar looks(sans the different hair colors, of course) and interests, even down to the myriads of snakes they kept company with.

Why else would a mortal woman living in a snake-infested thicket on the outskirts of a quaint English village, share a name with one of the most twisted witches in history?

Why else would Tom Riddle's father leave the woman he married, claiming he was 'bewitched' and forced to move away from home and unwillingly sire a child with her?

Why else would Tom Riddle turn into an urumi, which bore a pretty standard handle and hilt but stretched into seven incredibly long and sharp metal ropes that were barbed and bore fanged serpent-heads at the tips? If they managed to touch his victim, he could enforce his control over them and make them do whatever he wanted. The blades were black and pitch and glowed an ominous red when in use.

And the worst part about it, was that Lord Death wasn't even overly concerned!

Sure, he was the Great Old One and was probably the most powerful being in existence... but surely, he could understand why people could not stand Riddle?!

Honestly, the actual worst part of all of it was the fact that whether any of them liked it or not, each person would have to be teamed up with Tom Riddle at least once in class, just to see if there was any kind of a compatible soul wavelength between them. Now, common sense would dictate that so many people being absolutely terrified of him would make it completely impossible for anyone to match wavelengths with him, let alone hope for a Soul Resonance, but Lord Death kept insisting.

Every single meister who attempted to match wavelengths with Riddle ended up harmed.

There was absolutely no proof that he had done anything deliberately, but that did not mean that anyone trusted him.

Perhaps, he was destined to forever be a student who never left the building, never went on missions, and would never become a Death Scythe. And perhaps that was for the best.

~.O.~

Tom Riddle glared at the newest meister Death had decided to foist onto him, annoyed that he had to be pulled from class for this sham.

Another failure waiting to happen. Four years of this and one would think Death would just accept that Tom couldn't match wavelengths with others.

The other teen didn't look particularly worth much. Nothing about his appearance inspired any kind of hope for skills he might possess.

Thick black hair that twisted and turned in every direction. Thick wired frames that enlarged his bright green eyes significantly. Baggy clothing that looked to be several sizes too large almost drowned out by a black robe that was left open. An inflamed, red scar that stretched across the gaunt skin of his brow, reminiscent of lightning. It was deeply set into the flesh though, so it didn't appear to be newly acquired.

"This is Harry Potter. He recently... had an accident with his human relatives. He's just learning that his parents were a weapon and meister duo who left him with his mother's older sister before going on a dangerous mission they were unfortunately unable to return from. I believe you'd be the perfect weapon partner for him," Death said, bereft of his usual silliness, thank goodness.

Tom had no patience for the little act Death liked using. He didn't care about how it was to make the children less afraid; it was ridiculous. It was bad enough that Death himself chose to alter his own appearance to put humans at ease, but then to act like a fool on top of it all... Hell no.

Harry Potter gave a short wave before offering his hand... To check if their soul wavelengths were compatible...

Never should anyone assume that Tom Riddle liked to touch other people.

With great regret, and the anticipation of Harry Potter coming to harm in some way, Tom Riddle took his smaller, clammy hand, and proceeded to feel...

Their wavelengths were greatly different, with Tom's full of sharp edges, rushing up and down jaggedly, refusing to keep a steady pace or rhythm. Potter's though... was like a placid pool. It didn't even mentally manifest in the typical wavelength feeling. Even the most relaxed people would still experience regular shifts in their wavelengths, but Potter's was a flatline of nothing.

If he wasn't able to feel his heartbeat and see his chest move, Tom might have thought he'd joined hands with a corpse.

"Harry, no masking," Lord Death softly ordered.

All at once, that flat line spiked to peaks even Tom's reach couldn't fathom, before instantly compressing in on itself and molding right to every single edge of Tom's wavelength. With ease, Harry Potter had changed his own wavelength to match Tom's exactly, almost cloaking it in a sense. Replicating it perhaps. Their wavelengths were now so tightly pressed together that it was impossible to tell where Tom's began and Harry's ended.

If there was a graph to show Harry and Tom's soul wavelengths, Harry's green would be superimposed over Tom's red in a perfect blend.

To be able to just change his own wavelength so easily... "Why did you bring him to me if he can match anyone?" Tom demanded, still not letting go and refusing to let his eyes leave those bright green, yet somehow dull ones. "I doubt he'll want for a weapon partner."

Death sighed. "Harry's relatives and neighbors were very much like Mrs. Cole and the other orphans were for you... He has similar issues that no one else in the school could hope to understand, and it wouldn't be healthy for him to partner with someone not emotionally compatible. Just because he could match anyone's wavelength doesn't mean he should."

Put the traumatized kids together, huh?

Hope they heal each other or some nonsense?

Curious, Tom allowed himself to change shape into his weapon form. He could feel Potter's firm grasp around the handle of his standard weapon shape, and wondered if he even knew what Tom was supposed to be.

One thing about Tom that really scared people... was his ability to control the minds of others. When used against others, he could control them, but when being used by others, he could also control them. A meister's mind was not safe from him be they 'friend' or 'foe'. He could easily exert influence over pretty much anyone but Death himself.

And yet... Harry's mind had no response to his prodding. His skills, which had thus far earned him people's fear and avoidance, did nothing. As if Harry's mind simply wasn't there at all.

"Harry, you're masking again," Death told him again.

Instantly, the empty darkness was filled with vibrant sensations from all angles, and Tom was allowed to drown in it for only a second, before Harry's entire being seemingly wrapped around him, and his soul wavelength merged with Tom's. The feeling of the beginning stages of Soul Resonance, hit him hard because it was unlike anything he'd ever felt before.

Hot and cold and vibrating at a frequency he was beginning to hear.

Tom latched on and used his own wavelength to add to what Hary produced, then sent it back along their tenuous connection.

They passed the energy back and forth, amplifying it with each loop, until Tom's entire form began to glow, and the seven metal whips of his usual form, straightened into a single, bone white shaft of what appeared to be... a scythe. A scythe made of sharpened bones and an abnormally long, human vertebrae serving as the snath.

During his first ever Soul Resonance, Tom Riddle had discovered that he was one of the demon weapons capable of changing between forms. A skill only possible in those who had ancestry connected to a witch's influence.

He had seven blades, each growing longer and shaper the higher they got, until the one at the very top curled upward ominously.

Despite being in weapon form, Tom could still perceive the world around him. Everything was in crystal clear focus, and even Potter's clammy hands couldn't ruin the experience. Not with that insane power linking them together and making him lightheaded and needy.

Their soul wavelengths peaked together, and Potter swung Tom in a complex pattern, sending bright green and red bolts of energy, arcing through the air of Death's office, piercing a hole through the ceiling in the far distance. Of all the shapes Tom would expect an attack from a magical scythe to take... lightning bolts weren't among them.

But perhaps it made sense in a way. Neither of them could be considered conventional, not with recent revelations being taken into account. Harry Potter being able to just instantly get on Tom's level wasn't even the most shocking thing.

He felt giddy in a way he hadn't since the time he'd transformed for the first time. This was his meister. Death had brought them together willingly, and now Tom would never let him go.

"You are my meister and mine alone," he told the other teen. "We're going to be partners for a very long time."

And Harry Potter simply shrugged and nodded. That was okay. Tom certainly had the time to win him over now that they'd be partnered up and moved into the same flat together to better get to know each other.

Everything in Harry Potter's life was about to revolve around Tom Riddle, and he couldn't wait to get started.

~.O.~

A/N: This has a lot of potential.

Reminiscing about Soul Eater makes me want to re-watch the anime.

[isalisewrites]

Bellatrix was born in 1951.

Regulus was born in 1961.

10 year difference. Bella wasn't a child.

I'm confused. Since when did Bellatrix not choose Voldemort and his path? She was the most obsessed and the most loyal to him of all. Did we read the same books and watch the same movies? That woman would do ANYTHING for Voldemort.

If you want to write a more tragic Bellatrix, I'm all for that. Write whatever you want. But I believe one needs to understand canon before they can truly alter it with confidence.

OP, you described a fanfic version of Bellatrix, not a canon one. And that's okay.

we all forgive and forget that regulus black took the mark, so let’s talk about the others.

Narcissa never took the mark. She’s the only one in voldy’s circle that DOESNT have the mark.

Andromeda, obviously, did not take the mark. she cut off her family and ACTIVELY fought for the other side.

We all know this. We all love them. What i REALLY want to talk about is Bellatrix Black. I’m using her maiden name for a reason we are getting there.

Bellatrix, like Regulus and Draco, was just a CHILD. she was a KID. we are so quick to villainize Bellatrix Black, but she wouldn’t have known any better. look at who her family is. who the adults that raised her are. she wasn’t taught any better. Bellatrix Black didn’t want the mark any more than Regulus or Draco. Do you think either of those two was screaming “no no don’t.” No. They both took it like it was an honor. So did Bellatrix Black.

Bellatrix Black was a child.

She could not have known. She could not have been old enough to make that decision. Bellatrix Black was forced into that life just like Regulus and Draco.

Regulus found a horcrux. Draco didn’t kill Dumbledore.

Bellatrix didn’t kill Frank and Alice. She was probably ordered to, but she didn’t. She tortured Frank and Alice, yes. But they were still there for their son. Fully? no. but there. Bellatrix Black didn’t kill Frank and Alice.

Bellatrix Black didn’t kill Sirius Black. She hit him with a red streak. the killing curse is green. Bellatrix Black was probably ordered to kill him that night. But she didn’t. Bellatrix Black didn’t kill Sirius Black.

Bellatrix Black didn’t kill Hermoine Granger and Ron Weasley. They were at Malfoy Manner. She could have. She probably should have. but she didn’t. yes, she threw the knife that killed Dobby, but if she wanted to hit Granger or Weasley, she would have. Bellatrix Black did not kill Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley.

Bellatrix Black did not kill Ginny Weasley. Again, she should have and had plenty of time to before Molly Weasley showed up. But she didn’t. Bellatrix Black didn’t kill Ginny Weasley.

Bellatrix Black didn’t kill Molly Weasley. Molly was a blood traitor and should have been killed on sight. but Bellatrix Black didn’t even try to use the killing curse on her. Bellatrix Black didn’t kill Molly Weasley.

Bellatrix Black didn’t kill. she never did. she never wanted to. she had to have been ordered to on more than one occasion. but she didn’t. Bellatrix Black did not want to be a death eater any more than any other child forced to be one. forced to choose a side. forced to pick family over what they thought was right. Bellatrix Black is a victim of the war, just like Regulus. just like Harry. just like Frank and Alice. just like Draco. Bellatrix Black did not choose her side, her husband, her family, her path. Bellatrix Black didn’t want what was given to her. Bellatrix Black didn’t kill.

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UDLTTOM DIALOGUE DRAFT #34

*Tom flirts*

Harry: I’m married. I mean, I’m mostly married—

Tom: What does that mean: “mostly married”?

Harry (slowly backing out): I mean I’m not married. Well technically—no. Uh…I gotta just—

Tom: Harry—

Harry: I got someplace else to be!

*Harry exits out the closest door*

Tom: …You do realize that’s a broom cupboard?

Harry (muffled behind door): I do now.