#platonic Tom riddle

[a-small-safe-place]

Platonic Yandere Tom Riddle w/ AdoptedSister!Reader

Tom watched you play. You were like a little sister to him. At first, Tom could not stand your incessant pestering, but when you stopped and began bothering some other child at the orphanage, he knew he had to have you back. Tom hated sharing, and you were no exception, so he made sure you came back to him. Tom made it look like the other child was ruining your dresses, which was a big no-no. The children at the orphanage did not receive new clothes, and if they did, they were passed down from the older and bigger children. Not only was Ms. Cole furious at the other child, but Tom got your attention back.

Tom scolded you, saying, “Next time, you will know better than to speak with one of the other children.” He knew the other children were simple and weak, but it was clear that you were too naive for your own good. He would have to protect you. He was still bothered by the way you were stupidly kind. You always gave him dirty weeds that you seemed to think were flowers, but if anyone tried to take his weeds, Tom would have a fit.

Tom and you sat in the dingey library that had very little books. You wanted him to read to you, and he wanted you to be quiet so he could read in peace. Tom chose to read to you, as it was the only way he could get through his book without hearing you complain. He didn’t mind, especially when you felt safe enough to fall asleep resting on his shoulder.

When Tom found out he was special and going to a special school without you, he became upset. He was glad to have an escape, but he would lose control over you. How would he tell you not to go near the other children? How would he make sure you replied to his letters? He asked the man, Dumbledore, a question, “Will my sister come too? Is she special like me?” The man responded with a gentle smile, “No, she will not be able to go to Hogwarts. She is not a witch.” This was enough to make Tom furious. He hated not getting what he wanted, even though it happened all the time. You were special to him! Why was that so difficult for the adults to understand?

You had to be special like him. You two might not be related by blood, but you two found each other at the orphanage, and that couldn’t be a coincidence. Besides, you were the only child at the orphanage that Tom could be around without becoming annoyed or angry. That had to count for something. That had to make you special in some way. Tom didn’t mind being the only magical child at the orphanage; he liked it. He liked being special and different, but you had to be special and different in some way too. He knew you were not just a plain child. Tom wouldn’t associate with you if you were.

[deadghosy]

Modern au Riddle brothers with a little sibling headcannons

Warning: crazy energy, swearing of course

Chaotic ass family nights in the house hold of the riddles😭😭

“NO I SAID UNO FIRST YOU DIPSHIT!” You yelled as you threw plus 2 at mattheo who scoffed at you. “Listen here short tack..I said uno. Your little ears can’t ear how much BREAD IM MAKIN!” He says spreading out his cards that he pulled out.

Poor Tom was about to snap at his two loud siblings. He got up and left while you and mattheo started to fight in the background.

I headcannon that Tom is the cook, and number 1 provider in the family. Yes there are slight toxic arguments between him and mattheo..

But they don’t do it front of you as they don’t want that negativity around you.

They are built like that.

DISNEY TRIPS….OH LORD OH BOY. MATTHEO ALMOST GOT KICKED OUT OF A RIDE FOR BEING A JACKASS WHILE YOU AND TOM WERE EMBARRASSED😭😭

When you have leftovers..mattheo eats them, Tom scolds him about that, and you are about to rip mattheo’s dick and head off as Tom hold you back🤷🏾

Protective brothers though, even if you are old enough to go to a party. Tom is already outside shaking his head no as mattheo takes you inside

Just…JUST TRY TO SNEAK OUT. THEY DARE YOU CAUSE TOM AND MATTHEO ARE STANDING OUTSIDE OF THE HOUSE ALREADY 😭😨😨🙁

Tom is leaning against the car as mattheo just crosses his arms with a smirk. And as seen they see you exit out the house looking sneaky.

You’re grounded.

“WHY TF YOU STANDING LIKE DEREK FROM TEEN WOLF?!”

Mattheo is now offended as he pokes you and make you go back inside with Tom close behind him

“PARDON ME ASSHOLE? I think I looked cool!” He says as he looks at the eldest riddle.

“Didn’t I Tommy?” “No and don’t call me that.”

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Happy Father’s Day - Prof. T. R. x platonic gn!Reader

A/N: I wrote this back in May coz I was inspired by my Bullied fic. I know it’s short, but I’ve been waiting a while to post it, and I think it stands good on its own. Happy Father’s Day 💛

There’s no use of Y/N

CW: Reader is implied to have a bad father; slight fluff

247 words

“Professor?” You knock on his office door, nerves coursing through you. You have a gift-wrapped book in your hands, a dark arts book from your family library.

The door opens to reveal Professor Riddle, standing in the doorway. “Hello.”

You’re his favorite student, his star pupil. But anxiety still churns your stomach when you speak. “Hello, sir. Um… I know it’s not a normal thing, but I just wanted to give you this.”

You hold out the book to him. Tom raises his eyebrows but takes the book from you. “What is this for?”

“I know it’s not approved of for teachers to mingle with their students as much as you do,” you take a deep breath. “But I just wanted to say thank you. For being there for me and the others.”

Tom’s gaze softens. “And you chose to give it to me today?”

You shrug and shuffle your feet. “Better you than my actual dad.”

Tom sighs softly and reaches out to rest a hand on your shoulder. It’s the closest thing to a hug he can give you. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, sir,” you say quietly. You turn to go, but pause in your tracks. “Happy Father’s Day.”

He says nothing in return. He just watches you leave, your present still held in his hands.

But his lecture the next day is a little less harsh. His gaze, a little warmer.

It makes you smile; perhaps the stony professor had a heart after all.

[mentallyillastrophelfreak]

would you read this type of crap? be honest.

In a world where corruption has spread in almost every country; wars ensued, rebellions formed, and children trained early to fight. But only two people had started this chaos. The world was split into two sides: The Death Eaters and the Order of the Phoenix; but most of the time, you didn’t get to choose what side you wanted; free will has been abused and peace is a mere memory that died in vain, so you must follow your family’s footsteps. Fight in a war with no questions asked. No ‘hows’ and ‘whys.’ You fight because it is the last purpose of humanity on this destroyed planet.

or

Regulus Black is going to start a revolution. Not on Riddle’s side. Not on Dumbledore’s side. He is going to bring both of them down. But he needs help.

Edited: Should I write it?

[allthepeculiarthings]

maybe i just love bellatrix too much but i am a firm believer that platonic bellamort can coexist in the background with any other voldy shipping. at the end of the day bella will always love voldemort (even if she can't get that dick), and voldy cares about her too (even if he doesn't want to admit it). anyway basically what i want to say is that more fics should have bella giving the shovel talk to harry or dumbledore or snape (she's actually canonically already given snape the shovel talk) or whoever voldemort is shipped with.

[delineate-creates]

Day 23: Celestial

“See, over there?” Harry tilts the tube and adjusts the knobs some more. “The stars are tracing out a lion. Do you see it?”

Tom squints. Maybe he can imagine a lion there, if he tries really hard. Not a real lion though. A paper lion.

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From chapter 10 of @perhaps-sunlight’s Paved With The Best Intentions

[hptrash-lookaway]

I saw a post awhile ago that’s like “Voldemort just wanted to destroy the wizarding world” and I have that type of brain rot where I can’t stop trying to attach musical songs to everything, and anyways I already couldn’t stop thinking of Heathers for Harry and Tom but it’s worse now

[eris-eveningstar]

Chapter 9 fic excerpt

Sorry for not updating sooner guys. I was procrastinating. I got like 6k written (I wrote most of it today and yesterday but that's neither here nor there), and I wanna offer you an excerpt as a little peace offering, so here's a little something in Ginny's pov.

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"So," she started, refusing to nervously bite her lip, "what are your intentions?"

The alleyway was so silent she could hear a pin drop.

That's about when Harry choked, and shocked laughter bubbled out beside her.

Riddle simply stared unflinchingly; she was a bug under his gaze, but she refused to budge.

"I had a question." And the words I expect an answer were just on her lips.

A smile, brilliant and bright and all those synonyms for charming and handsome appeared on Riddle's perfect lips. He looked good, innocent, if she didn't see the monster hidden behind perfect, pin-straight teeth and intimidating crimson eyes. The man was imposing yet charming, a strange combination that made Ginny feel wrong-footed. She didn't like it.

"My intentions with Harry, Ms Weasley, are wholly pure."

Harry snorted.

"—are honest," Riddle corrected with a pointed look. "I wish to keep him, treasure him, provide for him a life of luxury as I court him and make him mine."

Harry eeped, and from a quick look behind her, Ginny could see a flush building on his cheeks and neck. She also noticed some hickies, but that wasn't her business aside from an eyebrow raise. Merlin, Riddle fucks hard, she thought, though that should have been obvious from Harry's, ah, detailed description of their encounter months ago in...the Ministry, in all likelihood. Harry and Voldemort were both missing for about an hour....

She was utterly scandalised, yet endlessly curious. Good Merlin...just what exactly were these two up to?

Ginny gave a strong exhale, and she pinched her nose with two fingers. These two would give her a heart attack one day.

"Good enough," she glared. "Now, just before you run off and I interrogate Harry, I need you to know a few things...."

He looked amused. "Things? Whatever do you mean by that?" They both knew she couldn't actually intimidate him, and if he chose to kill them both she could do nothing, but fuck that, she thought. She would make her thoughts known.

She stepped up to Riddle until she was a pace and a half away from him. "You listen here, Riddle.... Harry is my friend, practically my brother, and you will properly court and mate him, I expect nothing else but the proper deference. You will spoil him rotten and treat him like royalty, like he deserves. You won't ever hurt him and most of all, you—will—respect—him. Do you understand?"

Riddle smirked, but he nodded convincingly. "Of course, Ms Weasley, I would do nothing but."

"Call me Ginny, you did spend a year possessing me once." If Voldemort was going to be her brother-in-law, it wouldn't matter much what he called her.

"Ginevra, then."

She scowled, and then Riddle chuckled.

He turned to leave, but before he did so, he stated pointedly, "You are far less irritating at fifteen than eleven, Ginevra, just so you know. But don't push it."

Ginny's jaw dropped, and she would have choked on her spit if her jaw didn't immediately snap shut at seeing Riddle steal a long, deep kiss from Harry and a quick squeeze of his arse before he left.

Harry gave a sappy smile as he stared after Riddle.

Ginny blushed bright red. Wow, those two were something. She could practically feel the pheromones in the air.

[ggadtomarry]

Tropes i can't get enough of:

Someone, even The Narrator: LV was the way he was because he never knew a mother's love

Harry, ready with sweaters for Winter, sunscreen for Summer, manuals about raising gifted children, a pet snake, and a time travelling plot device : Say no more

[your-nanas-house]

Helloooo♥️

Are you taking any requests for Tom?

If so, can I ask for a reader and their brother Tom? You can either make them hate each other or a team that gets along great, or maybe somewhere in between.

Sending you lots of love and happiness 😊

Hi! 🥰 I am and sure thing. Thank you very much, I send you lots of love and happiness back. 🥹❤️

Disgust when you care

(Not my pictures, credit to the owners)

◇ Pairing: Tom Riddle & Twin sister!Reader

◇ Warnings: mention of murder, angst, fluff, machismo, crudely.

◇ Summary: Tom and Y/n Riddle find themselves thinking about their brother-sister relationship.

◇ Note: Sorry for the mistakes and the English. Also sorry if it took me so long. Also the list I use is not mine so credit to the owner.

Both of the Riddle twins' eyes were fixed on the young Slytherin boy who was holding a paper in his hand while discussing with the other Slytherin followers of Tom who were watching the scene trying to hide the fear of their reaction.

If it had been a day like any other no one would have dared to push into such a personal side of the Riddle twins' lives but it was not a day like any other since earlier there had been a celebration of something with Slughorn during the Slughorn Club to which they had been invited and that was why that bit of courage had come out of that Slytherin boy, probably one of those who had had a little too much to drink during the little party.

There was a perceptible tension in the room that even the tipsy ones could sense as they stared at the two heirs of Slytherin waiting for their reaction as the young man continued to talk about how normal it was to do activities with your siblings and that it is wonderful to have someone of your own blood of your own age. Everyone knew that brother-sister relationship and family were sore points that should not be touched in their presence, which is why everyone started placing bets on who would lose their temper first and drop the mask of neutrality and emptiness that they both wore at the moment.

Strangely, that did not happen but Tom Riddle himself reached out and took the note they had handed them, to start reading the bulleted list they had created, moving it slightly so that Y/n could glance at it as well.

It was a list with all the activities that were recruited as normal and things that ALL siblings did at least once in their lives:

make fun of their parents together

make fun of the other siblings.

take each other's clothes

fight over chores

gossip about cousins

help with mean teachers

help cheat on assignments for school

call each other "bro" and "sis"

There was a prolonged silence as the two wizards studied the items on the list carefully, then cast a glance at each other before shifting their cold eyes to them "childish" they murmured in a synchronized way making everyone change the subject.

As the evening and the party in the common room continued the mood of the two Riddles had totally changed, there was something that looked like anguish or almost fear, it was not obviously perceptible but you could see a glimmer in their eyes that were both still fixed on that list.

○ make fun of their parents together ○

Tom sat elegantly on his bed in the orphanage reflecting on what had happened that day while Y/n sat in the chair present near the small table, staying all night with him together talking about the future and gossiping about their origins that they had discovered, joking as if it was something irrelevant despite the fact that they had killed the entire Muggle Riddle family dynasty and dealt with the Gaunt family.

It was one of those days when there was genuine laughter and satisfied smiles full of pride, a different pride than when they were taking top grades at Hogwarts.

○ make fun of the other siblings ○

An amused snort escaped Y/n's lips as she watched her twin try to maintain control while the potions partner he happened to have ruined the potion they were to perform by blowing it up in both of their faces.

○ take each other's clothes ○

Tom looked up from his book when he heard his followers whispering things to each other while looking in a direction he followed only to find himself frowning, clenching his jaw "are you wearing my sweater?" Y/n merely nodded, adjusting it slightly as she listened to Avery's offer to lend her his clothes whenever she wanted, answering him with a smile only to turn and roll her eyes as she walked away, ignoring her twin's annoyance.

○ fight over chores ○

The twins cast a glance at each other when Mrs. Cole ordered one of them to wash the remaining dinner dishes, referring to that person simply by the last name starting what became something of a battle between the two since they both had no desire to wash dishes in a Muggle way.

"I'm pretty sure she meant you, Tom, she was looking right in your direction."

"I don't think so, Y/n, the intonation suggested she meant you."

"In my opinion you are wrong, it is normal to be wrong when you are the second"

"I'm not the second and you're aware of that too, plus it's a job you've often undertaken so I don't see why she was talking to me"

"That sounds like a macho statement, Tom...is that how you treat women?"

○ gossip about cousins ○

The noises in the room were loud but still allowed for chatting at a decent volume, Tom sat down trying to sound disinterested while talking to Y/n who was reading "you know I don't like gossip but I've discovered new things" he murmured in a low tone, an amused smile appeared on the witch's face while listening to his twin gossiping even though he claimed he didn't like it and wasn't interested in gossip at all.

○ help with mean teachers ○

A murderous look crept over Tom's face as he watched how Y/n was being scolded and teased while she kept looking at the teacher with a blank expression waiting for him to stop so she could focus on the task again and fix the little mistake she had accidentally made.

An annoyed expression appeared on Y/n's face as she watched Dumbledore blame Tom for something, already thinking how only she could behave that way toward Tom and that no one else should dare; the exact same thought Tom had when she was laughed at.

○help cheat on assignments for school○

Tom showed up at the very last minute to transfiguration class and quickly sat down next to his twin, preparing the things as he apologized to the teacher, muttering a quick excuse that came to his mind before shifting his gaze as he saw how Y/n moved some papers toward him muttering "it's the transfiguration assignment that needed to be done, I did it for you.... don't worry you'll get top grades anyway" Tom frowned slightly but then decided it was better than nothing so he handed it in with the others receiving as expected a high grade exactly like Y/n.

○ call each other "bro" and "sis" ○

When the word "sis" came out of Tom's mouth they both cringed, looking at each other almost shuddering in disgust promising each other that they would stay at: brother, sister, twin or their name.

No abbreviations of brother and sister were allowed in their brother-sister relationship.

NEVER

The Riddle twins turned at the same time looking at each other with a disgusted expression after realizing that they cared about each other, they both were seeing it as a weakness of them that they would never talk openly about with anyone.

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[okeydokeylackey]

"the real diamond castle was the friends we made along the way"

For the @trulymadlydeeplyfest!

Tom Riddle has one friend. The only one who didn't turn him away when he was nothing but a half-breed orphan.

He won't lose her.

No, he'll bind her to a part of his soul.

Find this and the rest of the collection on Ao3!

The prompt was the author's choice, to which I picked "Two Voices, One Song" from Barbie and the Diamond Castle.

Please mind the tags, this is a platonic relationship. OC (Morgana Blaire Bloodmoon) is a transwoman, transphobia's never tolerated on this blog. Also, this is meant to be the creation of the Locket Horcrux, idk if that was obvious in the art 💀

[deadghosy]

How the Slytherin boys react to baby! Sibling Reader walking for the first time

Warning: modern au, swearing, fluffy goodness, google translated Italian

A/n: you can ask me to do Draco malfoy react to this as well.

Ft. Tom Riddle, Mattheo Riddle, Theodore Nott, Lorenzo Berkshire.

Tom Riddle

He was cleaning the kitchen up after mattheo who left to go visit Theodore

Tom grumbled as you were babbling away with your toys. Your curious eyes wanted to be next to your brother. Your big brother who started to wash dishes.

You babbled for Tom’s attention only to get nothing

And honestly that made you mad as you started to crawl then walk a bit before falling

You were sure a stubborn baby as you made a slight scream noise. And that got the eldest riddle’s attention

“What in…you’re..walking?” He says looking at you walking to him after your fall. You babble gripping his pants leg and pulling with a furious roar

“Calm down you..” he picks you up with a smile. Happy you’re finally walking. “You finally did it dear..”

Mattheo Riddle

This boy was playfully running from you as you sped crawl like a zombie baby.

“Cmon kid! Sped up more!” He says teasing you with his toothy grin. What he didn’t except was for you to immediately get up and start to waddle after him. Babbling nothing but happiness

Immediately mattheo jaw’s drop as he lower himself onto his knees and motion you towards him.

“Cmon! Cmon!”

And finally you came into his arms as he smiled at you. “Tom is not gonna believe this!..actually yes the hell he would.” Mattheo says smirking.

Theodore Nott

“Cmon..tesoro, walk. I know you can walk.” Theo says as he had set up his phone for this moment. You babbled sitting down before you gripped his arm and stood up.

Theodore smiled wide as you walked a little before you wobbled. You made an alarming sound as Theodore laughed.

You fell into his arms and he picked you up spinning as he laughed.

“Molto bene! Così brava principessa! Sono così orgoglioso di te!!” He exclaims as he kisses your head and going to pick up his phone (Very good! So good princess! I’m so proud of you!!)

He watches that video every time he sees you walking sometimes.

Lorenzo Berkshire

He was playing peek a boo with you

Y’know, laughing and giggling as he just tickles you…but when he closed his eyes again

There you were standing! You were just standing there with an adorable smile.

“AHHH!! Y/N you’re standing! You’re such a smart person..” he picks you up laughing with your giggles.

Setting you in his lap, he tickles you and wishes he could’ve recorded this moment.

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[slytherinboysappreciation]

Bullied - Prof. T. R. x platonic gn!Reader

A/N: this was originally written for this request, but I realized it was too angsty so I made it its own thing. Please read the warnings carefully! They’re there for a reason! This fic is completely unedited with no use of Y/N. Please be nice, I’m an inexperienced writer 💛 Comments, likes, and reblogs are always appreciated!!

CW: Bullying!!; descriptions of bullying; crying; shame; graphic descriptions of violence/injury!!; anxiety; mentions of the quills Umbridge used; detention; mentions of eating; Prof. Riddle becomes a safe space for reader; swearing; derogatory language towards reader; graphic descriptions of violence against reader!!!!; nausea; head wounds; vague mentions of blood; Dumbledore bashing; hurt/comfort, I guess; slightly fluffy ending?

I think that’s everything. Please please let me know if I’ve missed anything! If you don’t like it, don’t read it!!

2019 words

You were hiding in a corner of the library, silently crying. The library was your safe space; the only place in the whole school aside from your dorm where you didn’t have to worry about getting bullied.

And it had been invaded. Your bullies had come in today, destroying your peace with the very sight of them. Even worse, they’d ripped your books and blamed it on you.

Madame Pince had been thankfully skeptical, but the three of you still got detention. You were terrified of being in the same room alone for hours with those two.

As you sniffle and wipe your eyes, the sound of footsteps approaches your spot. You huddle up into a ball, hastily wiping your face in an attempt to hide that you were crying.

“You should be in bed.”

You look up, startled. It’s Professor Riddle, looking down at you with an unreadable expression.

“I— I was—“ You falter, unsure what to say. Telling the truth hadn’t worked with your head of house. There’s no way you’d expose your deepest shame to someone as imposing as Professor Riddle.

“Yes, sir,” you say meekly, slowly picking yourself up.

He watches you, hands tucked into his pockets. “Everything all right?”

Your eyes start to itch from crying so much. You rub at them before catching yourself. “Yes, sir. Just…”

He holds up a hand and pulls something out of his pocket. A handkerchief. “Next time, come to me.”

You take the handkerchief slowly. Next time… Was he saying… You couldn’t risk it.

“Yes, sir,” you mumble, starting to back away. He stops you with a hand on your shoulder.

“I mean it. Bullying has no place here at Hogwarts.”

You stare down at the floor, frail hope fluttering in your chest. You squash it with both hands.

“Thanks, Professor,” you say quietly. “But I’ve heard that before.”

With that, you shrug off his hand and walk away, clutching his handkerchief like a lifeline.

Your detention comes late the next night. You’re fully prepared for the usual horrors. Being forced to clean suits of armor by yourself until your fingers crack and bleed from the chemicals. Scrubbing floors till your knees are bruised and you can’t feel your arms.

Being a guinea pig for whatever malicious spell the two bullies of yours have cooked up.

Instead, you receive a different set of instructions. Your two bullies will be cleaning floors and suits of armor.

You will be writing lines with Professor Riddle.

You stare blankly at your head of house, baffled by the news. Writing lines? That’s a first year punishment, the easiest detention ever.

You show up outside Riddle’s office at exactly the time you’re supposed to. Without punishment or curses from your bullies, it’s easy to be on time.

You knock on the door, nervousness drumming through you. Why had he taken your detention? What was his plan with this? Was it some sort of worse punishment?

You’d heard about the cutting quills from Professor Umbridge’s reign of terror. Would this be something similar?

The door swings open, startling you so badly you jump. Professor Riddle raises an eyebrow but doesn’t comment on your action.

“Come in. I have everything set up.”

You slowly follow him in, your nerves building with every step. He’s supposed to be the strictest teacher. The hardest on his students and the one urging them the most to reach their ambitions.

You sit at the desk he’s provided you, looking over the paper and quill in front of you. They look… just like a normal quill and paper.

“They’re perfectly safe. I’ve used that quill before.” Riddle watches you from his desk, that same inscrutable expression on his face:

You startle. Then flush with embarrassment. “Sorry, sir. I’ve just had… bad experiences before.”

He nods. “Here.”

You watch in disbelief as he picks up his own quill and ink pot and brings them over to you. Then he takes yours and moves them over to his desk.

“Is that better?”

You just stare at him for a moment. Then your sense comes back to you and you nod. “Y-Yes, sir.”

“Please start with your lines. I’ve written the first one out for you. You will fill the front and back of the page.”

“Yes, sir.”

You lower your head and pick up the quill he’d given you. You don’t know what you did to receive such light detention, but you’re not complaining. It’s infinitely better than what you’d be doing otherwise.

You grimace at the thought and lower the tip of the quill to the page. With a deep breath, you start writing.

Over the next week, you start to warm to Professor Riddle. It takes two whole days to stop being so jumpy around him, and two more days before you slowly start to believe his words.

Mainly because he will not stop asking you about your bullies. About who they are. What they do. It would be annoying if it wasn’t so gratifying that someone finally seems to care.

You don’t really answer him, of course. You have enough self-preservation to know that much, but you do start to reveal smaller details.

Like how you’re always late to class because of them. Or how they bother you when you try to study. Or even how you’re afraid to eat meals outside of your dorm because of them.

Which is the reason you’re currently outside his office door again. You knock hesitantly, balancing your plate of food with one hand.

He opens the door and you walk in, sitting at the now familiar desk. You set down your plate and get comfortable.

“Thank you, sir,” you say quietly, picking up your fork.

“Of course.” Riddle nods and sits at his desk to eat his own lunch.

It’s strange; eating in peace for once. You don’t have to worry about slaps to the head or food being spilled on you or some new embarrassing secret being shared. You just eat your food.

It’s hard to admit, but Professor Riddle is starting to grow on you. He doesn’t make you talk; doesn’t force you to do things you don’t like. He just sits with that unreadable expression of his and lets you do the same.

You take your time eating your food, allowing yourself to savor the flavors. It’s a nice change of pace. One you could find yourself getting used to.

Once you’re done eating, you get up. “Thank you, sir.”

“Of course,” Professor Riddle says, glancing up from his own plate. “Enjoy the rest of your classes.”

“I will.” You give him a slight smile and leave his office.

Maybe things will actually be better after this.

You’re slammed against the wall. Hands grind your face against the stone, pinning you in place.

“You fucker!” It’s your bullies, clearly enraged. “You think you can tell on us and get away with it?!”

You panic, fear shooting through you.

“We almost got expelled because of you, you piece of shit!”

Your head is pulled back so you can see their angry faces.

“I didn’t say anything!“ you beg, starting to shake with panic and terror.

“Shut up! I swear to god, you dumb little—“

Your head is bashed against the wall. Your hearing cuts out, replaced by the loudest ringing you’ve ever heard. Your vision goes blurry. Something drips down your face, stinging your eyes.

Then, the hands are pulled off you. You’re vaguely aware of yelling as your legs give out and you crumple against the wall.

Your head throbs, pain shooting through your forehead as you lean your head against the wall. When you pull back to try and focus on it, red stains the stone.

Someone crouches down in front of you. A gentle hand tilts up your chin. You struggle to focus on the face, but your vision won’t cooperate.

The person says something, but you just blink. You can’t hear what they’re saying over the ringing in your ears.

Hands scoop you up, cradling you in strong arms. Nausea rises in your throat at the sudden motion.

The last thing you remember is throwing up.

You wake up in the Hospital Wing. You don’t remember much; just a bustling Madame Pomfrey and a warm, firm hand gently rubbing your back as you cry. The rest is a haze. It makes your head hurt to try and remember so you just give up.

After Madame Pomfrey pronounces you to be fine, you’re swept up to the Headmaster’s office. You sit nervously in a chair, fiddling with your fingers.

Headmaster Dumbledore’s normally kind expression has been replaced with a serious look.

“Hello,” he greets you solemnly. “I’m glad to hear you’re doing better.”

Something about the way he says it makes you doubt he means it. You say nothing in return.

Your Head of House bustles around behind you, muttering something under their breath. You look down at your hands and wish you were back in the Hospital Wing.

“Do you know why you’re here?” Dumbledore asks.

You shrug a little and don’t look up. “No.”

“We take bullying very seriously here at Hogwarts.”

You snort, then wince as your head aches from the action.

Dumbledore’s lips thin, and his look sharpens. “We understand you have been through some… issues with a few of our students.”

You bite your tongue to keep from saying anything rash.

“We’ve contacted your parents about the situation,” your Head of House adds. “But they haven’t replied yet.”

Your stomach churns. You’re well aware of that. Your parents have taken a hands off approach to your schooling since you started being bullied. You doubt they’ve even read the letter from the school.

“Unfortunately,” Dumbledore continues, “without the permission of a trusted adult, we cannot do much about the issue. The offending students will be given detention and strict warnings.”

“What?” Your eyes start to sting. “You’re just— You’re not going to do anything?”

Dumbledore raises his hands in a helpless gesture. “Without permission from a trusted adult—“

You can feel the tears building behind your eyes. “No! There has to be something you can do! I can’t— What if this happens again?!”

Dumbledore opens his mouth to say something when the door to his office flies open. Professor Riddle stands in the doorway, glaring at the Headmaster.

“A letter for you.” He says calmly. He approaches Dumbledore and hands him a letter. “I think you’ll find it contains everything you’ll require for the students’ expulsions.”

Dumbledore’s expression changes instantly. “Of course, Tom,” he says coolly, “I appreciate your care and concern for our students.”

Professor Riddle doesn’t even try to hide his sneer. “Someone has to do it.”

He gestures to you. “Come on.” It’s not a request. It’s an order.

You obey, getting to your feet and meekly following him out. As soon as you get down to the hallway, Professor Riddle turns to you.

“I’m sorry about that. You should be resting, not dealing with old fools.”

You blink up at him. “How did you…?”

“I owled your parents.”

He doesn’t elaborate and you decide you don’t want to know.

“Thank you, sir.”

He rests a hand on your shoulder and gives it a comforting rub. “Of course. Your bullies will be expelled by tomorrow morning, and you won’t ever have to deal with them again.”

Tears well up in your eyes. He truly means it. You won’t have to worry about getting to class, or about not studying, or anything like that again.

You throw your arms around him, hugging him tightly. “Oh, thank you, sir!”

He pats your back, lightly returning your hug. “You’re welcome. Now, go get some rest. I don’t want to see you out and about till morning.”

“Yes, sir!” You head off to your dorm, practically giddy with excitement.

You’re finally free from your bullies. You’ll be able to make friends again now. You can get good grades again. Live without fear for your wellbeing.

You don’t think you’ve ever been so happy in your life. And it’s all thanks to Professor Riddle.

[kathrahender]

Connected souls (Post Harry Potter and The Deathly Hallows fic)

Yes, you read it well. Another fic idea, this time for Harry Potter!

After the war, Harry expected his life to get better. And it was supposed to be better. He was dating Ginny, his friends were alive, and Voldemort, his archenemy, was dead. Everything was supposed to be okay.

But it wasn't.

A few months after the end of the war, he woke up screaming at night, in the arms of Ginny. She wanted to calm him, but he couldn't calm down until she went downstairs to grab a glass of water. They thought it would be a one-time thing, but after a few days the same thing happened. And the next day. And the following day. It didn't stop. Eventually, Ginny, Ron and Hermione told Harry to go to a Mind Healer. At first he wasn't okay with it, but he decided to go because the pain he felt was almost unbearable (and because since the war he felt empty and apathetic).

He thought mind healing would help him, but it didn't work. Nor talking to the Mind Healer nor potions nor magic. Nothing mind healers used to help wizards/witches made him feel less empty or less apathetic. And since mind healing didn't work, Hermione told him to see a Muggle therapist too (obviously, a friend of her who wouldn't think he was insane). But that didn't work neither, and his friends tried to understand him, but Ginny, Ron and Hermione thought that he wasn't trying. For them, he should have overcomed the trauma of the war (after all, they did it, why Harry couldn't?). Because of their reaction, Harry decided to stay away from them. He didn't want to make their life hard nor want to be a burden.

Harry went to the muggle world, thinking that could help him better than other things. He stayed for a few months there, and he went to bars and had sex with different people. Not because he wanted to do those things, but because he wanted to feel something more than pain or emptiness. And he did feel something more than pain or emptiness. But it wasn't permanent. Every good feeling he felt vanished after a few minutes, and the apathy set in again.

One day, when he was in a bar, it was a surprise for him meeting Draco there. At first they didn't get along very well because of the whole Hogwarts rivalry thing- but after seeing Harry broken (a shell of the person he was before), Draco changed his opinion about him. He became his friend, and eventually his lover, and although he didn't mind about Harry waking up in the middle of the night screaming (it worried him, but he didn't get angry for it), Harry went away before he could become a burden to Draco.

When he was at his lowest point, after two years, Death appeared in front of him. Death told him there was only a person that could make the pain dissapear. Tom Riddle. The reason? The apathy he was feeling was because of the Horcrux, because his soul was so used to have the Horcrux that losing it kinda- broke his soul. And the only way of healing his soul was connecting it to Tom soul's again. And he also was the only option to overcome the trauma of the war.

When Death brought back Voldemort (as in making him be alive agin)- [in his Voldemort form, but a humanized version of him (with hair, nose, eyebrows and not pale as a snake). Btw I have to say this isn't a Tomarry/Harrymort fic] he discovered his enemy was also suffering because of their soul connection. And Harry prefered suffering rather than having to ease the pain of Voldemort.

That's why Voldemort & Harry's relationship was so bad at first. Voldemort wanted to stop his own suffering, not caring about Harry's suffering, and Harry decided to deal with his own suffering instead of easing Voldemort's suffering. One day, when Voldemort tried to force the connection of their souls, both of them were thrown away from the other, and Death told them that their soul connection had to be consented by both of them (like "Your souls can't connect if one of you doesn't approve")

Again and again Voldemort tried to convince Harry of giving up, but everytime he tried to force their connection, he got hurt for the "non-consent" of his actions. But eventually he didn't try to force the connection for himself. Eventually, he started to feel compassion towards Harry. Eventually, he started to care about his crying and he started to be concerned. Eventually, he wanted to force the connection because he couldn't stand Harry's suffering anymore. He didn't expect to have mercy on his enemy, but Harry was completely destroyed inside, not only because his soul was broken, but because his heart was also broken. And for some reason, seeing his enemy like that wasn't as funny as he thought it would be.

After failing a few times, he took a different approach. Instead of showing his strength and his """evilness""" in front of Harry, he tried to act calm. He acted sympathetic and kind (he didn't like to act "weak" in front of people but he would do anything to make Harry's pain disappear). And it worked. But it didn't work like he thought it would. Harry gave up and broke down, but while he was holding Harry in his arms, he felt everything Harry was feeling, and he noticed the pain he felt since he was brought back from hell was only a part of Harry's pain.

If the pain he felt when their souls weren't connected was a 5, the pain he felt with the connection was a 9-10. And he couldn't stop thinking about how that stupid selfless kid could hold back his pain for so long (because deep down he knew that pain wasn't just caused by the non-connection of their souls). He hugged Harry tighter and although he wasn't good with words, he tried to do his best to comfort Harry. And when Tom got away and asked him "Are you okay?" and Harry said "You're better at comforting people than I thought you would be" before letting go a laugh, for the first time in years, he knew Harry finally started to heal.

After the last scene- there is supposed to be a love story between Draco and Harry and a friendship/"platonic soulmate" relationship between Tom and Harry- but how do you do that it's up to whatever person who wants to write this AU.

[purplekissinger]

Hansel and Gretel

(platonic)

Y/N slams the door to Tom's room aggressively, puts an ear to the door in case someone decides to eavesdrop, then turns to him.

“You did it”, she says in an angry whisper.

"Did what?", Tom replies indifferently, not even raising his eyes from the book. He has already given himself away. If it was not his doing, he would have shown some interest.

No, in fact, he gave himself away much earlier, because no one else in the orphanage can give orders to the snakes.

"May I know what did Amy do wrong?", Y/N asks almost pleadingly, and Tom likes it. So she has no questions about what happened to Billy and Dennis.

“Yes, you may. She touched you”, he replies with a huff like a man who is forced to explain the obvious.

"Are you completely crazy?!" - Y/N hisses, not noticing that she switched to parseltongue. “I can’t be friends with anyone, I can’t play with anyone, now I'm not allowed to take anyone by the hand! .. Everyone is avoiding us anyway, and now they’ll stop talking to me at all! What’s so  funny, care to tell? What are you laughing at, you jerk?..”

[immxrtalbi]

Tom would be the type of guy to remember random shit that has happened years ago and secretly plot to get revenge and the other person is confused af and has no clue why Tom did something to him. Or better yet another scenario would be the other person being in trouble and calling Tom for help but all he says “remember three years ago when you pushed me into the lake? Well it’s about time I get my revenge.” And now picture Harry saying “I don’t have a fucking clue what you’re talking about, Tom! Who remembers something like that???” Then Tom being dramatic, “Me!”