#soulseeker fic

[oldangryslytherin]

wip folder game >:3

Thanks for the tag @eidelvyd <3

Putting all the ideas i have like noted down also the ones im currently working on

It's all tomarry i think?

So

omegaverse with omega tom (some abraxas/tom)

omegaverse time travel alpha harry

cuckhold omegaverse with harry diary horcrux tom and voldie

stalker!harry with stalker!tom theyre just stalking each other

vampire harry

religious settings with priest harry

fem!tomarry with convenience dating (for the fem fest)

fem!tomarry with ministry tom and quidditch player harry

sirens

orgy with the horcruxes

harem with them again. voldie is excluded (haha)

time travel harry beign "there are other ways of persuation~" and trying to manwhore his way into global peace

teacher!harry with tom as slughorns' intern. he has the hots for the teacher

modern au where harry accidenlty kills someone and tom goes thats so hot then helps him hide the body

dark!harry just being terrfying but nobody knows except tom and tom accidently, while stalking, makes harry fall in love with him.

couples therapist tom who likes his client and now is trying to break them up (the couple is harry/draco)

I have so much more, like so much more this are just the ones on top of my head. most have like two lines, others have like chapters but i dont like them that much idk

tagging: @nonsensicalnonsense00 @riverxsong-ao3 @solelyseeking @tommarvoloriddlesdiary @a-bored-idiot0 @a-bored-idiot @rilowizardshaddow @thatoneslytherin1398 @screamingpotatoes @faerise-fae @cassy-rp @possibly-drunk-on-fanfiction @angelinafae @annionebutme if im missign anyone let me know!!!!!

[solelyseeking]

Strings of Fate by dizzydreamer on AO3

[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

[sc0rpiflow3r]

Why is it SO fun writing from the villain's POV?

I need to finish my WIPs, but here I am, writing 10k words about Voldemort unleashing terror on his Death Eaters for my tomarrymort fic.

Anyway, I intend to post this fic with at least five chapters, and it will be a long one (as all my fics tend to be).

It's a fever dream born from my frustration at never having had a hot teacher (yes, Professor Riddle is on his way to torment poor Harry 😏)

[rowena-rain]

I know things like number of kudos don't super matter, but I'm happy that I reached 1000 kudos on a fic for the first time today since I started posting on ao3 in July. On my dead dove accidental baby acquisition that I just started writing on a whim, of all things! Crazy! That's it, that's the post lol.

But seriously, thanks so much for your support 🙏 🥺❤️❤️. It really does help motivate me I'm weak and require external validation okay

[solosolace]

has anyone read or written a fic about Tom/Voldemort and Harry being reincarnations of past lovers who somehow failed to get the memo because harry was born late and are doomed to kill each other but still have this urge to claim and own the other.

Like is this real or am I going to have to write it.

[emi-gelfling]

ok, so harry isn't explicitly morally

dubious here so much as he only cares

about his voldemorts after everything

he's survived. but that makes his actions

inherently part of a moral grey to me as

a reader. that plus the cavity-inducing

fluff between harry and his scarcrux just

makes this strange relationship so sweet!

LINK:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/57200377/chapters/145493482

[iamnmbr3]

i like your tom riddle and voldemort meta. do you know any good fics about him either any ship or gen?

Thank you so much! Here are some I've come across. If people have other recs feel free to post in the replies. And blanket warning to mind the tags on these for obvious reasons.

Amulette d'amour by The_Carnivorous_Muffin, Vinelle (words: 51,908 | not rated | Tom Riddle/Alphard Black)

Tom is commissioned to repair a magical amulet.

The Unwinding Golden Thread by The_Carnivorous_Muffin (words: 50,260 | rating: T | Gen )

In his fifth year Tom Riddle discovers his destiny and meets the cold, alarming, and bizarre transfer student Harry Evans. But sometimes things unravel in ways we do not expect.

Ouroboros by Metalomagnetic (words: 258,416 | Rating: E | Tom Riddle/Voldemort)

A strange man adopts Tom Riddle and it is not his father, as Tom desperately wants to believe. Stranded in the past, Voldemort once again comes to the conclusion he's the only one he truly needs.

A Broken Soul by wheatear (words: 4,529 | rating: G | Gen )

What exactly is the nature of a soul? And when Lord Voldemort so willingly split his own soul in half, what damage did he do to himself?

the pleasure, the privilege by asterismal (asterisms) (words: 19,901 | rating: M | Harry/Voldemort | CW: Horror, Extremely dark themes)

It begins with Vernon Dursley’s body, dead across the table. In which Voldemort is dosed with amortentia, and nothing is better for it.

One For Sorrow by axilet (Words: 1,795 | Rating: G | Gen )

Like a magpie, what Tom Riddle wants, he simply takes. One-shot; from the boy to the man.

love is touching souls (surely you touched mine) by ToAStranger  (words: 34,400 | rating: M | Harry Potter/Tom Riddle)

Voldemort is dead. It's Christmas, and Harry's just opened a gift from Fred and George Weasley.

War Paint by provocative_envy (words: 18,876 | rating: E | Hermione Granger/Tom Riddle)

It was small, slim, about the length of her hand; the leather cover was soft, the sewn-in binding was crisp, and the thick vellum pages were empty. 'Tom Marvolo Riddle' was printed in ancient, flaking gold leaf across the front. He had been a Slytherin, a prefect, and head boy in 1944. She had checked. [ ALTERNATIVELY - Hermione finds Tom Riddle's diary. ]

[boyneptunee]

paint your eyes with sunsets on AO3

4,590 words.

tomarry modern!AU where they adopt a cat. (the cat adopts them?)

There was an orange cat in front of his door.

There shouldn't be a cat in front of his door.

Tom had been bringing boxes left and right, adding the finishing touches to his apartment after the movers had brought his furniture in and unpacked everything for him. He had a few things left in boxes in Abraxas' home, where he had been staying for the past two weeks, waiting for the papers of his new place to be in order and for the cleaners to come in and get everything ready for him.

And now, there was a cat at his door.

It didn't meow at him, didn't scream and definitely didn't purr. It simply sat there, it's big round face open and piercing yellow eyes staring at his soul, seemly deciding whether or not he was worth it's time.

"Well? Shoo." The cat simply kept looking at him, not moving an inch. He needed to finish unpacking before he could fall face first to his bed. Merlin, he was tired. "Go on, I need to get in." He motioned with his foot, his hands still occupied with a pile of boxes.

The cat's whiskers twitched, but otherwise gave no indication that it had heard him.

Just as he was considering the possibilities of yanking the cat out the building by it's scruff, a door at his right opened and a head full of curls poked out.

"Snuffles! Did you get out?" The cat perked up, thrilling at the new person as it bounced to his neighbour's door, tail up and the tip swinging from side to side. "Hello again, my love" the boy crouched down, long fingers scratching the massive cat's head.

Seemly not taking notice of Tom, he turned around and was about to slam his door shut after the cat went into his apartment.

"Is that yours?" He spat.

"Oh? Hey." The boy turned, confused.

Tom didn't respond, simply bore his eyes into his face. The curly haired boy seemed to take in his words, and his face scrunched, indignant.

"Hey! It's not a that! It's a cat. A very lovely cat!"

"Keep the cat in your apartment, then. I don't need it's filthy paws getting into my things."

The boy ran his eyes up and down his body, eyebrows furrowed before bringing a hand up his face to fix his golden wired round glasses.

"You don't live here." He stated, voice accusing.

"Now I do."

"Oh. Welcome, I guess. Please be kind to Mr. Snuffles." And with that he went back to his apartment and closed his door firmly behind him.

Tom stood stunned in his own doorway, boxes still in his hands.

He would definitely have words with the administration.

 

A few days after moving in, he got added to a group chat.

The group's icon is a picture of the orange cat, eyes closed and basking in the sun. A yellow flower had been laid on top of it's head.

Surely, that boy–

His phone pinged with a new notification.

7B: Morning! I leave early today. Anyone on parenting duty?

Tom took one look at the text and assumed the person had confused groups.

Minutes later came a reply.

12C: we in!! 

12C: send him to 12

7B: Going!

A door down the hall from his apartment opened and closed, before Tom heard the familiar sound of the elevator moving.

Just what was going on?

12C: he has arrived!!

12C: have a good day Mrs McGonagall!!

The text was followed by a picture.

A picture of the cat. 

The orange cat, sitting in a blue couch and looking out a window. To be more exact, out of the twelve floor window.

What the hell.

It wouldn't be the last time the cat made an appearance in his life.

There were daily pictures on the group chat, for starters.

There was even a feeding chart on the room off the lobby with a white board and the days of the week written down, along with three ticks to signify the three meals a day. If someone fed the cat, they ticked off so he wouldn't be fed twice on accident.

There was colective money set apart by the administration for extraordinary costs, like the elevator breaking down, or the replacement of a cracked window, or new chairs for the lobby, or the expensive purple treats in the front desk, the towering cat scratch post or even the cat tower, the round little bed by the couch on the lobby that wasn't used or the bag of dry food on the janitors closet or the cans upon cans of wet food. Oh! And the meds.

Because the cat had asthma.

And he needed his inhaler at least twice a day, everyday for the rest of his life.

It was a juggle trying to get the local cat his meds so regularly when he had no owner.

So, it'd seem the residents had decided early on to leave his medication on one apartment only and give the responsibility to one person.

His neighbour.

Harry Potter, of 7A.

So, no matter where the orange monstrosity was, twice a day he either was brought to the seventh floor to Harry, or Harry himself went out to hunt him down for his daily puffs.

It was the end of his second week after moving in, when he was stopped on his way up.

"Hey! Hey, 7C! Hold the doors!" By the time he registered the voice was talking to him, the boy had already ran all the way from the entrence lobby and into the elevator. It was his neighbour. The curly haired one, not the old woman down the hall.

His hair was braided, Tom noted.

"Thanks." He said, even though Tom hadn't even lifted a finger to help. "Hey, do you like spinach?" He asked as they made their way down the hall to their respective apartments.

He didn't answer.

 

Two days later someone rang his doorbell approximately seven times before he could yank the door open, hair still dripping wet from the shower.

"Hi! I have lasagna." The boy said as a way of greeting, manners be dammed. He pushed the casserole into his hands before disappearing into his apartment. His cheeks had been a lovely shade of pink.

 

The next day, it was Tom who was ringing his neighbour's doorbell. Casserole in one hand, cat in the other.

"Hello, lasagna. I have your cat." He dropped both off by the confused looking boy before turning on the spot and disappearing behind the safety of his own walls.

He had been stopped on his way in by an eldery woman he assumed might be the other resident in the seventh floor but could not be sure. She had said that since he was already going up, he should bring the cat in for his daily medication.

Before he knew it, and before he could do anything to stop it he was adopted.

Picked right out of the crowd by some odd twenty people and promptly passed from hand to hand before going back to 7A. 

He was given treats, and gifts, and quality time.

And when he needed time alone when he got too overwhelmed or murderous they let him be, but were never far.

The old lady at 7B had a cat of her own he could sit with, while she chatted about her research papers on the laws of physics which she had put off for so long and finally, after retiring had time to delve herself into. He didn't much understand physics but he could understand the need to scratch an itch of interest.

The family up 12 drove him crazy. It was a whole floor taken up by redheads, all in different shades of orange. All freakled and kind and warm and the mom had a thing for giving him piles of knitted cloths. As if he didn't have enough already.

In the first floor, was the apartment he hated the most. A man with long greasy hair and a crooked nose looked down at him every time he walked by, instead of taking the elevator. The odor coming from the creaks between the door and the wall were dreadful.

In the same floor a man with a long white beard and twinkling eyes sagely kept his old crinkled hands to himself.

The boy in the seventh floor had no such reservations.

He kept bringing him food, even though he had his own. Kept giving him gifts, even though he didn't need them. He pet him, held him, sat with him. 

Tom was dismayed.

The fifth time Tom appeared by his desk with a prepared, homemade meal in hand Abraxas and Orion had sat him down and interrogated him.

"Why didn't you tell us you were dating someone?"

"I'm not dating."

"–you come in, every single day with a delicious looking homemade meals in cute tupperware–"

"I'm not dating anyone, Abraxas."

"–and little handrawn notes of orange cats, and really! Tom, how could you we've knowing each other since we were eleven, do you now value our relationship–"

"Are you jealous?" Tom finally cut in, expression bored as he dug into the food. It was really good. Homemade sfihas today, with rice to the side and cut fruits for snacks. Harry was a saint sent from heaven, Tom thought.

He looked at Abraxas lunch, a pre-prepared meal from down the street, reheated in the offices microwave, all soggy and sad looking with dry vegetables and over salted meat. No dessert.

Did he say saint? Harry was an angel.

Living with a cat, coparenting with 20 other people notwithstanding, was a new experience for Tom.

His one and only pet had been a snake, and reptiles were nothing like warm blooded mammals.

He needed pets for no longer than twelve minutes, he mostly ate wet food and he had constant vet visits. He hated his nails being trimmed and he adored Harry with all his cat heart.

On that they were in agreement.

Harry, much like the cat Mr Snuffles, had carved a place in his heart were previously there was none.

From receiving meals to spending time together to coparenting an orange lazy huge cat, they went from seeing each other every other day to reuniting every single night in Harry's apartment to give Mr Snuffles his medicine and eat dinner.

 

Tom had never had a rutine as healthy as this one he could follow. His life had always revolved around work, and his studies, and being the absolute best at everything he did, always coming out on top.

He could get used to this.

He took to buying Harry things. He had more than enough money to spare, what with being a successful lawyer.

Did he say his favourite mug broke? Tom would buy him ten more. His dining table was wobbly? There was a new, better one coming. His mattress was too hard and he couldn't get any sleep as of late? Well, guess what, he got a whole new bed. The drawers of his dresser kept getting stuck? Oh! There was a dark green antique that really matched Harry's pretty green eyes in the store, who would have known!

Sadly, buying Harry things had extended to buying Mr Snuffles his toys, cat bed, new cute jumpers and most importantly: his meds.

All it had taken for Tom to cave in had been the sad eyes of two boys, one pair green and one pair yellow and Tom had ordered more than enough to last them the whole year.

 

When arriving from work well past midnight one day, he found at least five people arguing in the hallway by the elevators.

Tom's tired brain could not pick the topic of the discussion for the life of him. A headache had been steadily making it's way around and behind his eyes.

He called for the elevator, eyes closed as he leaned on the wall, the arguing not letting up.

A hand landed on his arm, touch gentle. When he opened his eyes he found big green orbs gazing worriedly at him from beneath long black lashes.

"Long day?" Tom simply nodded, english language going out the window. Harry nodded back, and by the time the elevator arrived Tom had leaned back into the wall, a hand still on his arm. The voices bouncing around the hallway were making his head pound worse.

The boy guided him into the elevator and quietly pressed the button to the seventh floor.

He was moved from side to side before a door was opened and a hand pushed him into a dark apartment, the only light coming from a lamp in the corner of the room. He was prompted to sit on a couch.

He tilted his head back as he rubbed his eyes. God, it was possibly the worst migraine he'd had in years.

A couple seconds later a cold wet towel was pressed to his face, and a heavy warm weight was dropped on his lap.

"Do you take anything?" Harry asked lowly, and even thought he was trying to be gentle his voice still rattled around Tom's brain as if he had shouted the question right in his ears. When he didn't answer, a hand landed on his thigh. "Tom?"

"Yes." He croaked. Right, the meds. But for the life of him he wouldn't be able to walk now that he'd sat down. He didn't know how he'd made the ride home from work. Maybe he was still sat in his car. Maybe he was hallucinating.

A hand reached into his suit pocket, where he kept his keys.

"Bedroom." Was all he could muster, but it seemed to be enough for Harry, who was out the door in a flash.

Loud purring started somewhere around his belly, and it took him a while before realizing it was not coming from him.

When he could peal one eye open and peer down at his lap, he found Mr Snuffles comfortably loafing on him, paws perfectly tucked beneath it's body and purring it's little heart out.

The purring was his only company.

Agonizing minutes went by, before Harry burst into the room with his tablets in hand.

He took them dry and prayed it would be enough to at least subside the pounding behind his eyes.

What seemed to be an eternity later, he could feel the pain receding. When he could open his eyes without piercing needles flying from the inside out, he found Harry crouched between his legs, long fingers petting Mr Snuffles.

"Harry." His own voice sounded hoarse to his ears. Just how long had Harry been waiting for his headache to pass?

"Hey" his smile was small, gentle on his face. His eyes were still big and worried "feeling better?" Tom hummed, "Do you wanna lay down? I'll make something to eat." At Tom's raised eyebrows, he added "Don't look at me like that, I'm a hundred percent sure you haven't eaten dinner. I'll make something light, I promise."

"Laying down sounds good."

"Good."

And before he could tilt sideways onto the couch, his arms were grabbed as he was helped to his feet. He couldn't even process the entire situation before he fell face first into Harry's bed.

He was out like a light, not even processing the familiar warm eight settling on his back and the little motor starting up once again.

What seemed to be not enough time later, Harry woke him up.

"You have to eat, love. And Mr Snuffles needs his meds too." When Tom groaned and made no move to get up, he insisted. "C'mon, just a couple of bites. I promise I'll let you sleep as long as you want afterwards."

The weight at his back was removed, and he was helped to a sitting position by the headboard before a tray full of food was placed on his lap.

"I'm taking Snuffles up to eleven, I'm pretty sure they have his inhaler."

"Isn't it late?"

"Yeah, but someone decided it would be a good idea to post on the group chat– didn't you hear all the fighting on the lobby?" At Tom's blank face, Harry nodded in understanding. "Well, anyway, we didn't get anything resolved. I just took the cat and Mr Snuffles and here we are." 

It took a couple of seconds for the words to sink in.

Tom's blue eyes bore into Harry's mischievous green ones.

"Don't look murderous. Eat, I cooked for you." And with that, he hugged the cat close to his body before going out the door to hunt down Mr Snuffles' inhalers.

Tom looked down to the food in front of him. Suddenly he was ravenous.

 

Harry wouldn't let him leave, after. 

First, going on about, what if Tom got another migraine and he couldn't get up to eat or even open the door and– and when Tom's blank face was his only answer, he changed tactics.

Harry would be so, so worried! He simply wouldn't be able to sleep out of worry! All night, tossing and turning, his little heart racing and his stomach clamping in anxiety, green lovely eyes filling with tears, just thinking about–

 

It was possibly the best sleep he got in years. Harry laying at his side, warm body chasing out the cold. Both of them snuggled beneath a pile of comfortable heavy blankets, and Mr Snuffles settled between their heads by the pillows.

The migraine didn't come back.

"My coworkers think we are dating." He said conversationally one night while they were having dinner.

"Your friends, Tom. You've known each other since you were little sprouts."

A beat passed between them, the sound of cutlery against the ceramic their only companion.

"Dating!?" Harry's face turned a lovely shade of pink, green eyes wide behind his glasses. "I mean–"

"Objectively speaking it would be a wise move. We already share much of our time together,"

Harry made a sound at the back of his throat, face turning imposibly redder.

"–and Snuffles gets the responsibility of two working parents–"

"You say it like there aren't at least ten other families in this building at his beck and call–"

"–and of course, there will be always someone in case he has a breathing emergency–"

"Again, really! A whole building –"

"It would please me to know you accept this proposal." Tom finally said.

"I'm sorry, were you asking?" 

"I was stating points, in which–" before he could finish he was interrupted, yet again.

"Ask." His eyes this time were sure, face still flushed but meeting him dead on. "Ask me, Tom Riddle."

"Would you date me?"

The smile he got in response could possibly cure all maladies.

Mr Snuffles took offence to them sharing a bed.

Most importantly, he took issue with Tom being in Harry's bed.

Since Harry was in charge of his inhaler, and with him needing one puff in the morning and one at night, he more often than not slept in his apartment.

The first night Tom had tried sleeping over, he had been attacked, scratched and bitten, meowed at and had it been physically possible, possibly spat at too.

Harry had laughed so hard he had fallen off the bed.

"Maybe it's best we send him down the hall. I'm sure McGonagall will have no issue having him over."

"You're not kicking the cat out just so we can have sex!"

"Are you putting the cat before me?"

"He was here first."

"He's not the one who's going to eat you out until you cry." 

"I'm not tossing the cat out, Tom. Maybe you two should try to get along."

Alas, nothing Tom said could convince Harry otherwise.

It was going to be the death of him. Death by blue balls, cockblocked by a cat.

 

The thing is, Tom did get along with the cat.

He took no issue with petting, feeding, carrying, playing or helping him catch bugs. In every other situation the cat seemed to love Tom, only ditching him for the clearly superior human that was Harry, when he was in close proximity.

To say that Tom was confused by the cat's behavior would be an understatement.

Until Harry got trapped in the elevator.

 

There was a power outage caused by the storm raging outside.

Tom had heard the banging completely on accident. He was bringing Mr Snuffles down to McGonagall's apartment, who had his emergency medication on hand when Harry wasn't home.

The banging was loud and clear, and coming from the metal doors down the hallway.

Tom did mental calculations. The power had been out for at least an hour.

He hurried down the hall, cat still in his grip, flashlight in the other.

When he was finally by the doors he could hear the muffled breathing on the other side, panicked and short and wet, as if the person had been crying.

"Hello?"

The banging suddenly stopped, the only sound coming from the thunder and the rain hitting the sides of the building.

When no audible answer came from inside, he insisted.

"Is anyone there?"

"Tom?" Harry. That was Harry inside the elevator. Harry, who had been there for at least an hour. He dropped the cat. Dropped himself to the ground. "Tom!?"

"I'm here, love. Are you okay?" As he spoke, his mind jumped in at least ten different directions. How to get him out? He hadn't been there long enough to need medical attention, by his count. He would be distressed, no doubt. Would the elevator be stuck mid floor? Was it this floor? Above, below?

"I'm–" the panicked breathing picked up. "Can you get me out?"

"Yes. Yes, darling you need only–"

"It's dark." Harry sobbed out, voice small and scared. It broke something so deep in him, he had to breathe to calm himself. To think logically.

"Harry." He kept his voice steady, and left the flashlight by his side on the ground. "Harry, there should be a little lever on the right side of the doors, bellow all the floor numbers. Do you see it, love?"

There was a hum from the other side, but no spoken answer.

"Push it down, Harry. It should decompress the doors of the inside." 

"Okay. Nothing happened."

"It wasn't supposed to. You'll be able to open the doors now, love. Can you do that for me?"

"Yeah."

The sound of metal moving against metal ran in his ears.

"Harry, listen. Is the elevator on this floor? Is it stuck in the middle?"

"I don't know." Came the small reply. Tom's gears slowed to a halt.

"How can you now know? You should be able to see–"

"It's dark." He said again, and it finally dawned on Tom.

He cursed under his breath.

"Okay." He took another deep breath for good measure. "Harry, listen to me."

"Okay?" He was still sniffing lowdly. Tom could imagine the tears running down his face, his small body pushed to one side and sitting all alone in the darkness.

"I need to go to the first floor, to the maintenance room–"

"No, no, nonono–" Harry sobbed out, no air getting in his lungs.

"Harry! Love, my love you need to breathe." No answer. "Harry?"

The cat at his side meowed loudly. Tom started, having forgotten it was there.

"Tom?" the small voice at the other side of the doors asked.

"I'm here. And Mr Snuffles is here too." He paused, considering. "It'll be five minutes love, I promise. I need the key to open the doors from the outside. Snuffles will keep you company.

Moments dragged by, Snuffles still chittering and chatting away at the metal doors. At Harry.

"Okay." And that was all Tom needed before grabbing the flashlight and booking it to the stairs. He didn't think he'd ever ran so fast in his life as he did now. By the time he made it to the maintenance room he hadn't even considered the possibility that it would be closed shut with lock and key. It didn't much matter in the end, as he used the flashlight to break the glass window and open the door from the inside, frantic eyes searching for the correct keys to open the elevator doors.

Once he found them, he ran back the way he came, not even bothering to stop a single moment before making it to their floor, no air in his lungs and thighs burning.

His hands trembled from the lack of oxygen as he tried to insert the key into it's hole.

The cat was still lowdly screaming at Harry, looking at Tom with judgemental eyes, as if wondering what had taken him so long.

When he finally got the doors open, Harry fell on his arms and sobbed so hard he was worried he would pass out.

A couple minutes went by, with Tom rubbing Harry's back, big hands leaving a trail of warmth from the expanse of his shoulder blades down to his hips. Their breathing synchronized, chests pressed together where Harry was sat on top of him, face on the crook of his neck.

Finally, he spoke.

"I wanna go home."

"Okay." He took Harry in his arms, slowly walking them back to 7B. He took his keys out, where he had a copy of Harry's apartment door just in case, and made it inside. Mr Snuffles followed them in, chittering and thrilling.

He wrapped Harry in as many blankets as he would allow, before laying them both on the bed, stacked one on top of the other. When they settled, Mr Snuffles stacked himself on top of them too, purring away.

"I don't like the dark" Harry said, what seemed like hours later. "I don't like small spaces either."

Tom hummed in response, fingers carding through his curls and nails digging lighly in his scalp.

When Harry lifted his head up to look into Tom's blue eyes, he caught his lips with his and kissed him like a man possessed.

He tasted salty, of tears.

The cat purred on.

Someone tried to kick the cat out of the building. Literally.

A girl with fiery red hair had watched on, horrified. She had instantly taken to screaming about it in the building's group chat.

12D: someone tried to kill snuffles

The flood of responses was expected. The private message plotting murder that slid in her dm's was not.

They demanded a physical description, whether or not the person had been standing within view of the security camaras and most importantly: did Ginny know this person? The floor where they lived? What had they done to poor Mr Snuffles?

Ginny feared for their safety.

Good.

The next day a message had been stuck with tape in the mirror of the elevator.

There was a picture of a balding blond old man with a ratty trench coat bent over and hand reaching for the orange cat at the man's feet. Bellow the picture, a message (more than a message, a promise).

'13 A hurt the cat again and I'll smash your head in'

Huh. So they did find out where the man lived.

Ginny posed and took a picture of the paper to send to the group chat, in case no one else had seen it.

When Tom saw the new notification on the group chat, he cast a long glance at his boyfriend. 

Harry had taken the printer out of storage last night.

[curioushabitforarivergod]

My part of the tomarrymort broken telephone is out!

The Angel, Harry Potter/Tom Riddle | Voldemort

1002 words

Tags: Torture, Fairy Tale Elements, Fractured Fairy Tale, Religious Fanaticism, Obsession, i'll be honest lads the tortures kind of mild, description of violence but its not explicit, revenge but the circle has no end, Master of Death Harry Potter

Make sure to check out the entire series too. There's a lot of wonderful writers and artists who made this happen and who contributed. 2 new parts are released daily :D

[alishaaxo]

Updated my Ron+Harry Tomarry crack fic where they accidentally time-travelled to Tom’s era!!

[oldangryslytherin]

au idea prompt thing!!

modern idol au where they're in the same group and everyone thinks they hate each others guts (they themselves believe as much as well) but then they stumble across the fandom and find fanart and fanfiction galore and maybe (just maybe) fall in love along the way :3c

i loved the idea so much that i made it in one night!!!!!!!

[solelyseeking]

AITA for trying to bag the new kid at my school? PART 2.

Despite very few of you offering me any useful advice (the man who insinuated Harry did not want me has been dealt with) I’ve come with an update.

For some reason, many of you seem to think I am lying about how attractive I am on the internet. That is ridiculous. Ugly people would not need to ask strangers on Reddit for advice on wooing boys. No one they knew in real life would care enough to lie to spare their feelings.

My Knights (loyal followers for this cult I started lol) have been placating me by assuring me of my brilliance. Obviously I am exceptional- the problem is whether or not Harry knows!

I did attempt seduction last night by cornering him in the library, but he got all weird and defensive? He kept going on and on about how I “won’t kill him like I killed his parents.” Is this some new slang i’ve missed?

Thank you to BoysLove69 for the advice on switching up my scent to attract a man- I slipped a bit of Amortentia into my cologne, and Harry looked appropriately dazed for 6.4 seconds, before his typical handsome glare returned.

To everyone else, I hope you die. Please leave any further useful tips for how to get into Harry’s pants, or I will be forced to report your accounts for terrorism.

P.S. I bet you feel stupid now!

[Very_Attractive_Image.Jpeg]

| @Dylan.Gooner he’s obviously catfishing, right?

| @Paul.789 obviously

| @BoysLove69 Glad the tip helped! What is Amortentia?

| @OP Don’t worry about it, Cheryl. ❤️

| @albusdumbledore1 How Did You Get Reddit Inside The Castle Tom?

| @OP I hope you fall off the astronomy tower.

[chuueppz]

STEAL THIS SOULSEEKER FIC IDEA

So, hear me out

A soulseeker fanfic were when Regulus becomes a deatheater he and voldemort got close, which was a surprise from Tom's side. And as time passed, tom started to spare some time to learn about regulus in a point to start listening about a misterious crush that the boy has.

Until, well.. The mission he gave to regulus' house elf goes kinda wrong, regulus became a traitor which yes hurted a lot, and the fact that he did it to protect the prole of a married man, well not a simple married man. It seamed that regulus crush was James Potter.

A fucking Potter.

Tom never really understood the appeal of the Potters since his school time. Right, some of them were intelligent, but in general all of them had a thing for acting like heroes, they were lound and so... braty.

So, yeah. Maybe it was too much trying to kill the child and leaving a scar. And maybe casting a imperius charm on regulus and making him almost kill James... yeah he kinda lost the plot.

So he let them leave with the child. Lord Voldemort can be merciful if he wants.

Even for a traitor as regulus, he's young and in love but he's was one of the best man he had and he never commited a error. And well, James was regulus crush so.. it must count for something right?

Fast foward, some years later.

It's a ball to comemorate Tom's birthday, as a public figure he needs to keep doing these things, specially that its been some years now that he's the minister of magic.

And he's so lucky ( the irony of that ) that his best traitor decided to appear at the ball, and with the instigators of said act.

But the important thing is that the prole now is older, 15 maybe 16 years old? Non important.

The way he portrayed himself was the same as a Black prince, but when he laughed.. yeah it was all potter'ish.

And then Tom had one of the best vision of his life, because the boy turned to his direction with a smile on his face, a scar that looked like a lightning occupying almost the entirety of his right side of his face and the greenest of eyes he ever saw.

And he'll be fucked. Because now he maybe understand what Regulus and all the people that ever liked a Potter ever felt.

They truly had a astonishing charm.

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Again , please someone steal this idea from me. I need to read this fic asap.

Just remember to share with me 🤧

[sc0rpiflow3r]

Mid Week Snippet

Thank you for tagging me @lilacella ❤️

So, I’m not really feeling creative this week, so my poor WIPs are just... sitting there.

I’ll share something from Fetters of the Damned. This chapter is being so stubborn, completely refusing to write itself 🙄

So unfair, I know.

....

“Did you get everything you wanted, Lord Voldemort?” Potter asked, his voice like silk on Voldemort’s ears. The sound of his name – his true name – falling from Harry’s lips sent a shockwave through him.

His eyes fluttered shut for the briefest moment, his chest rising as he inhaled sharply. There was no restraint to it, no decorum; the rush of hearing that voice shape his name was almost too much to endure.

My Horcrux.

“Almost,” Voldemort murmured. He raised his hand, fingers ghosting over Potter’s forehead, brushing aside a lock of dark hair to expose the scar.

The pull of magic there – his own soul fragment, screaming for reunion, trapped within this boy.

His thumb grazed the edge of the scar and Harry licked his lips, a small, unconscious motion, and Voldemort felt his restraint snap like a frayed thread.

...

[rowena-rain]

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!