#soulseeker

[nesy0elle]

"... Harry is literally Tom's soul"

COMPLETELY AGREED!!

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

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

[solelyseeking]

The books had said it was passed down only through the Gaunt line.

His uncle had bastardized it, little more than a drunken slur. Harry, though- Harry had whispered it: low and dark, like forbidden fruit.

Perhaps more than Parseltongue ran through Tom's veins. The Gaunts carried a hunger in their blood- not just for power, as is their right- but for each other.

Tom thinks of the way their legacy had dripped from Harry's tongue, late that night, as his wrist works beneath the covers. He feels no shame for his urges.

Tradition is sacred, after all. And Tom had always wanted a family.

[isalisewrites]

TERRIBLE, BUT GREAT - CHAPTER FORTY-TWO

SUMMARY:

“Harry Potter.” The cold burrowed into his flesh, the scent of cloying death and molding earth clogged his senses.

“The Boy Who Lived.”

A strange sense of loss and disappointment rose within him. That brilliant, yet cruel boy could’ve been so much more if he’d not stepped down this bloodied path.

Terrible, but great. He pitied this creature.

“Come to die.”

Harry Potter faced the flash of green light with the bravery of a Gryffindor and the broken heart of a Hufflepuff.

—

When Death gives Harry a third option, one that can save everyone he ever cared about, he takes it unflinchingly. Even when that means doing the impossible: falling in love with the enemy, Tom Riddle.

—

FORTY-TWO EXCERPT:

Harry giggled. “Hello there, Hubert,” he said, stroking Hubert’s muzzle. The beast purred, low and deep. “Been enjoying yourself in the Forbidden Forest?”

Hubert shook himself again and let out a low humming warble. He swayed back and forth, his bones clacking together. Those glowing red eyes settled onto Tom and he sent a snuff of hot air. The beast nuzzled him gently. Tom relented and gave him a few pats on the snout.

“So long as you don’t try to sit on me again, we’ll get along just fine, you great beast.”

Hubert chuffed.

“I wonder why the magic hasn’t left him,” said Harry, still petting the dragon’s muzzle. “Shouldn’t something like this go away eventually? It’s been two months now.”

Tom frowned. His usual dislike for the beast twisted into intrigue and he took a good look at the creature. He’d been too busy being annoyed to really focus on just how remarkable it was that he was even alive. Technically. He really oughtn’t be alive considering he had no organs, no blood, no nerves, and no flesh.

“Usually, transfiguration spells and enchantments do wear off,” said Tom, studying Hubert for a long minute. “Only powerful wizards and witches can create something that is sustained throughout their lives. However, it always disappears upon their death.”

Harry slowly nodded, eyes clouding over.

“Since we’re both alive and he was animated by our combined magic, it’s likely he’ll always be sustained by magic until we both…”

Tom trailed off, his lips pursing together. Something inside of him rebelled at the thought of either of them dying. It felt taboo to speak its inevitability out loud, as if he were invoking something better left untouched. Birth and death came to all living persons equally, no matter one’s station in life.

But the idea of Harry dying gripped him by the lungs, stole his breath, with its terrifying possibility.

“My mom once transformed a petal from a lily into a fish,” said Harry softly. “But when she died… the fish disappeared.”

The unreasonable fear pricked at Tom’s heart.

Hubert let out a low, mourning tone. He butted his snout against Harry’s side. His smile softened; Harry patted the dragon a few more times.

What beautiful magic would disappear from this world if Harry suddenly wasn’t at Tom’s side? 

How deeply would he feel the void?

Ridiculous. He had plans to avoid such a future. Tom’s hand flew to his collarbone; he pressed down, feeling the weight of the locket against his skin. Perhaps… Harry would agree to join him in that future, despite the dark magic the ritual would entail. It was a price worth paying if it meant they could always be at each other’s sides, right? Tom let out a low sigh and the fears faded from his racing heart. Maybe one day he’d broach the topic of horcruxes with Harry.

Hubert grew restless and distracted, his attention turning back to the forest. His large head tilted to the side, as if listening for something. He let out a deeper chuff and shifted his stance.

“You want to go back already?”

Hubert dipped his head, shifting back and forth on his hind legs again. Harry threw his arms around his muzzle, giving him another pat, before backing away a couple of paces.

“Bye, Hubert!” said Harry, waving at him. “See ya later!”

Tom forgot, much too late, that standing so close to a dragon lifting off would be an issue. The beast spread his wings and crouched. It bolted into the air with an enormous gust of wind, once more knocking the pair of them off their feet.

With a cry of surprise from Harry and an annoyed grunt from Tom, they fell to the ground tangled together. Tom landed hard onto his back with Harry landing on top of his chest, his hands slamming down at the sides of Tom’s shoulders. The weight of Harry bore down; a leg nestled between Tom’s thighs. Cold, wet snow frosted his back, yet the heat of him on top of Tom burned it all away. Harry’s chest heaved with each shaky breath and pressed against Tom with each exhale.

Those green eyes pinned Tom down. For a half a beat, they stared at each other, frozen in place.

Until Tom’s body reacted.

To his horror.

Oh, the betrayal. He knew what it meant. Understood. Oh, god. It wasn’t like he hadn't woken up to this before; it happened on the rare occasion, just like any other boy his age. But it never reacted to another person. Shit. The blood drained so fast from his face, Tom almost grew faint where he lay in the snow, almost swooned there on the ground as he lost all breath. No. Goddammit! How dare his trousers tent with this betrayal. 

And the worst part of all?

Harry’s eyes widened.

He knows…

HE KNOWS!

[iamnmbr3]

Harry most times that he sees a Veela: lol why is everyone acting so weird?

Harry when he sees Cedric: Omg he's so handsome and good looking and attractive.

Harry when he sees young Sirius: How is he this fit without even trying?

Harry when he sees Tom Riddle: Damn. Credit where credit it due. An 11 has entered the room.

Harry when he sees Draco: That soft, gleaming, sleek blond hair tho. Those glittering, pale grey eyes tho. I hate him. But like. I can see.

JK Rowling: I have written a heterosexual protagonist.

Me: Have you tho?

[a-bored-idiot]

Very glad u like it

Vee in a corset!!!

I think that if Harry saw him in the corset, it would be the only thing he would be allowed to wear for the next week

For @monsieurclavier, thanks for the wonderful prompt an I hope you enjoy it!!!!

[bigendervampire]

@lucaswarmhotchocolate I could not stop laughing at your post, so I had to draw it!

[greece-greecia]

[rivarsstudio]

[sweetalison007-blog]

Thank you @rowena-rain for this work of art and accepting my prompt.

Complete! (~16k Angsty Tomarry Smut)

What happens when your greatest fear is the fear of surrendering to your most forbidden desire? ___

Harry sneaks into Lupin’s office late at night, determined to banish his recurring nightmares of a certain devastatingly handsome future Dark Lord once and for all.

But things quickly spiral into depravity, and before he knows it, Harry is getting thoroughly railed by a boggart in the form of Diary Tom Riddle... Or is it?

Read it from the Beginning!

[cassy-rp]

I don't think I'll ever understand why in most Tomarry story Tom is the one depicted as the strongest.

Like I get it that he's taller, but Harry is literally a quidditch fanatic who had been on the team since his 1st year and had managed to keep up with Oliver Wood's schedules at 11, had grown up around bullies and abusive relatives and come out of it relatively unscratched (at least phisically) and is canonically very fast not just when flying but even while running (and usually fast people have an at least decent muscular mass).

On the other hand, Tom is an academic who had preferred to use magic over strength even before he knew what magic was and had spent half of his life studying around the world...

Like... How would that be possible? Not even genetics could make up for it if one had trained constantly and the other had spent all his time pouring over books.

(talking about Tom here, not Voldemort because who knows what that ritual had done to his body)

[rilowizardshaddow]

Tom to some random Hogwarts student: I will kill you today.

Harry: No you won't.

Tom to some random Hogwarts student: This is your lucky day.

[chuueppz]

Tom's Professor Harrison

Tom Riddle was ready for the new year it was a few hours to begin. Not because he was becoming older, but because now he finally had all the connections he could dream of to accomplish all the greatest things that he was worthy of.

When he Woke up earlier this morning in his bed at Slytherin he was blinded by all the presents he received from his Knights, and now at night, he was ready to go to sleep, Wake up in a new year and Conquer the world.

But he felt compelled to take a walk on the grounds one more time, and thanked Merling for that, because now in front of him was a beautiful boy that's maybe five years older than him, with a white streak of hair on the right side accompanied by a huge lightning scar that only brought more delicacy. And the greenest eyes he had ever seen.

was he blind in his right eye too? No problem, he would give a new eye for him if he wants..

"Hello Tom, would you mind leading me to the headmaster's quarters?"

And instantly Tom knew that he would do anything to be by this man's side. He would split his soul a thousand times more, kill an entire city, create empires and present him as king, Tom would be his servant and kneel in devotion every hour of the day.

And What a blessing, his god knew his name.

"of course Sir...? "

"Harrison"

"Harrison" Tom says bowing his head

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Can someone please take this idea off my mind and transform it into a fic?? I just need some silly Tom who would do anything to have the new professor's eyes on him for even a millisecond.

Like, he would try a zillion personalities only to see which one Harrison would like more, he would kill in front of him and would be merciful if Harrison asked to.

Only he could have Harrison's attention and if the teacher thought that he needed to be beaten, hugged, treated with roughness or showered with kisses, so be it.

(please, if you wanna do this fic just say so, I can even draw more)

EDIT: I'm writing this fic idea and I plan to post it entirely next month

[victorian0error]

Time travel au where Harry is the only one who can call Tom ‘Tommy’ and not get hexed

[a-fem-tomarrymort-fest]

𝔞 𝔣𝔢𝔪 𝔱𝔬𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔯𝔶𝔪𝔬𝔯𝔱 𝔣𝔢𝔰𝔱!

calling all tomarrymort fans who like their fics genderbent...

...a fest about writing tomarrymort in fem!slash, f/m, f/nb, transgender forms, or any variation there upon. quite simply: ✨ women ! ✨

this fest is dedicated to women and the female experience, aiming to explore a specific area of the tomarrymort fandom, especially with the current political climate

𝔦𝔫𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔪𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫

signups are open here from today (december 3) until december 31

fanfiction and fanart are both acceptable forms of submissions

there will be a single server for genderfuckery to go down

fanworks: anything told from or depicting fem!harry, fem!tom, fem!voldemort, or any variation in between (including those pesky horcruxes)

no minimum word count: one-shots or first chapters of multi-chapter fic

no limit to number of submissions

no exemptions on taboo subjects or restrictions on content, feel free to be as appalling as your heart desires

posting will begin on march 8, coinciding with international women's day and continue until march 30. late stragglers will be looked after

looking forward to seeing you and your dastardly creations!

(hosted by @curioushabitforarivergod with the very helpful assistance of @d00medbythenarrative)

[mooblemin]

Voldemort has a pussy and his grip is insane, he told me himself. No I do not take criticism. He also gives a wicked good BJ.

[iamnmbr3]

Diary Tom Riddle: We have so much in common! Both half-bloods-

Harry: Both my parents were magical so not really but ok.

Diary Tom Riddle: Both orphans.

Harry: My parents died because of Voldemort...

Diary Tom Riddle: Mine too! What are the chances?

Harry: ... (-_-)

Diary Tom Riddle: It's like we're soulmates.

Harry: Funny you should say that.