#soulseeker fic

[oldangryslytherin]

Tom riddle at 2 am trying to seduce the transfer student into his weird little cult

[oldangryslytherin]

And he's moaning while being choked

They’re soulmates but one of them is infact trying to choke the other to death with the red string of fate tying them together

[solelyseeking]

Strings of Fate on AO3

[marvohlou]

" he's just some guy? "

FROM CHAPTER 1 OF SOULSTICE

[silverbriseis]

Harrymort is the funniest when you takes advantage of the absurd age gap between them, Harry should constantly make jokes about Voldemort succumbing to Dragon Pox or him having arthritis(LOL) and leaving him in St.Mungos care for the elderly.

[lumhos]

tomarry au where harry wakes up in the hospital wing, head ringing with pain. he’s still in his quidditch gear and his ego is severely bruised. it was simply an off-day!

the silence in the room is a little off-putting. it doesn’t seem dark outside so it’s not that everyone is in the great hall for supper. last thing he remembers was playing during a storm so it doesn’t seem very likely that people would be outside. madamn pomfrey doesn’t seem to be in her office either.

so, with an aching skull, harry pulls himself out of bed and out of the room. to his surprise, golden beams of sunlight filter through the hall as sounds of chatter fill the air. in the time between being knocked out and waking up, the storm cleared?

as harry thought about how long he must’ve been out, he watched as a hufflepuff boy walked directly into a slytherin girl. books flew across the marble floors as they fell into a heap of limbs and robes. harry winced but braced for an explosive reaction.

“did God lose his best angel? because one just fell on my lap.”

…. what.

harry watched as the boy scrambled away from the girl, face glowing crimson in embarrassment. he watched fascinated (and horrified) as she bent over to help him get his books, hand intentionally brushinh his as she gazed into his eyes.

strange but not the worst thing harry’s seen in these halls, he supposed.

but things got weirder when the further he walked, the more he saw.

a student trapping another in a cage of arms, students chewing on opposite ends of biscuits, and far too many students leading another into a dark corner.

harry looked outside and was even more shocked to see people dancing choreographed numbers for individual students, a very dramatic looking break up, and an obscene amount of “romantic” picnics.

overwhelmed and slightly in fear, harry didn’t notice the figure walking up behind him. he startled when a hand grasped his shoulder and stiffened evern further once he saw who it was.

“riddle. what do you wa-“

“potter, i’ve never been so grateful to see your face.”

“… i beg your pardon?”

taking a good look at riddle, harry noted the particularly crazed gleam in his eye, the messy hair, and the..

“is that lipstick on your collar?.”

“help me.”

or in which tom and harry are the only self aware characters in the world’s worst romcom.

[rowena-rain]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/63048184

So, mistakes were made. Have some smut. (Mind the tags)

Thank you to @cindle-writes and @fundamental-blue for graciously beta reading this madness!

[boyneptunee]

wip, 1.6k, tomarry, seer!Harry, time travel

(or) Harry is a point between very observant and very tired with life. Oh, and he keeps accidentally predicting the Future (chaos ensues).

"...and you are absolutely, completely, utterly sure that you have no Seer blood in you."

"Yes."

"Are you sure?"

"Malfoy, God's be good! Yes! Yes, I am sure." When he saw the blond's lips move to open again, he added: "Asking again will not change my answer, shut your mouth."

"But Harry, what if someone down the line was a bast–"

"Continue that sentence and the next time you're walking drunk and trip over your robes I will let you fall to your death in the Moving Stairs." He spat. "Go on."

"How... how did you know! I didn't tell anyone it happened!" The godsmacked look on Abraxas face did something funny to his insides, a thought between a laugh and dispair at this silly blond boy who had simply been too drunk and couldn't look behind him to notice Harry had been following him the entire time that night to make sure he got back to his dorm and safe to his bed.

He didn't comment.

Abraxas groaned in an untimely, entirely inelegant way.

"You must be the devil. I get why Tom likes you so much."

Harry made a funny face, feeling conflicted. He didn't need to know exactly how much Tom Riddle liked him. He had enough at one glance, thank you very much.

Things had gone to shit one fine Tuesday afternoon when Falco Lestrange had almost killed all his Slytherin and Ravenclaw peers in a Potions Classroom.

The boy had been distracted, stealing glances across the tables and admiring the way the light hit the hair of a pretty Ravenclaw witch, where it cascaded in lustrous curls down her back to reach her waist. Her dark skin shone in the afternoon sunlight, and Falco was thinking of the best ways he could present his courting gifts, possibly in the Courtyard surrounded by white flowers, assuming they be received—.

His hand slipped, and instead of stirring his potion twelve times clockwise after simmering for twelve minutes, he stirred only eleven before he picked the Angel's Trumpet flower just after adding the last uneven cut pieces of Bloodroot.

His hand was about to let go of the flower with distracted movements when another, smaller, colder, closed around it.

He was startled out of his trance and he let out a grunt of discomfort as the cold hand closed more firmly around his, and that noise attracted the attention of his classmates.

When he followed the hand up an arm and up a body he found Evans face attached to it, black and white curls bouncing as the owner tilted his head towards him.

Before he could pull away in disgust, the boy hissed at him.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing? Are you trying to kill yourself? Kill us?"

He stared uncomprehending at the boy before him, their hands still clasped.

When Slughorn hurried over, yellow robes flowing and catching on the corners of the adjacent tables, he took one look at the putrid color of the potion, another back at the cutting board where the uneven pieces sat inconspicuous and a last one at the flower crushed in between their hands, before he waved his wand dramatically over Falco's unfinished potion and vanished it to the void without further ado. His big blue eyes were open wide, a struck expression graced his round face.

"You almost killed us all!" He exclaimed, as flamboyantly as usual, despite the gravity of the situation. "One touch of a whole petal in the potion and the explotion would have taken us all out! And if not, the fumes from the poisonous plant would have done us in!" Evans had finally let go of his hand, green eyes hard. "This is a NEWT level class! Mistakes like this are ground for expulsion Mr. Lestrange!"

Falco's mouth opened and closed, no explanation gracing his lips.

"If I may, Professor" the blasted boy at his side dared to utter "I think it was an honest mistake." He cast a glance at Falco, venomous green eyes piercing him down to his soul. The boy flinched. "We can't all be potion prodigies. Specially when our mind is not in the classroom, and instead it's down in the Courtyard."

Falco turned incredulous eyes at him.

 

And that was that. It was the day the rumour started.

Harry Evans, the fucking seer of the House Slytherin.

(What they didn't know was that Harry had been sitting in one of the windowstills facing the courtyard with his sketchbook in hand when Falco Lestrange had walked in, hand in hand with a Ravenclaw. Harry didn't know her name, but could guess from the way Lestrange's eyes darted from side to side and nervously fixed his hair every few seconds that she was his betrothed, or was about to be. Harry guessed the later, or else the lad wouldn't be so anxious to be in her presence.

The boy seemed to catalog every nook and cranny of the inside yard, from the vines creeping up the walls and the statues, to the fountain drizzling water in the middle, to the few students sat scattered around.

He was thinking about it, Harry knew. His hands kept twitching towards the lapels on his robes, only to move out of the way at the very last moment.

Ah.

The proposal was to be carried out at a later time, it seemed.

He sketched them like that, standing side by side and smiling shily at each other with blushes high up their faces.)

It was not the only instance, sadly.

There was that one time, when one of the more damaged, older moving stairs had graced the path of the sixth year Slytherins on their way back to the Dungeons and Harry had simply taken one look at it, remembered the disgraceful fall he'd had on his fourth year where his leg had been trapped up to his hip and commented loudly from the back of the group:

"I wouldn't step on the second to last step, if I were you." He had nightmares about being trapped there as the old staircase moved and disappeared to wherever it went to when it was not in use.

But as things were, here he was a new student of questionable origins and no name to himself to back his claims, and every Slytherin simply dismissed him as if it had been an annoying insect buzzing by and not a wizard speaking.

Until, one of the boys walked to the second to last step, and his leg fell right through.

"Told ya" he muttered to himself, as he waved around the crowd and jumped the last couple of steps, not looking back.

Or that one time Harry had slapped the tart out of Orion's hand when he had been about to take a bite.

"Don't!" He had said.

And that was that.

(For the next long hours, the majority of the population of Hogwarts had been in line seeking treatment in the Hospital Wing for a horrible stomach bug.)

(Not Orion though.)

Or that time when Harry had predicted that Greengrass would fail her Care of Magical Creatures practical exam, looking at her with sorrowful eyes.

Or when he correctly gave books and trinkets and supplements to people before they even knew they needed them.

"I have an iron deficiency!" One student muttered excitedly at another. "Evans gave me booster the other day and recommended I speak to the Matron! And he was right!"

"One time I failed a Transfigurations essay and before I could tell anyone about it he approached my table in the library and dropped a whole stack of books. Said they might be of help!"

Or that one time with the tea leaves—.

By the time Harry stopped a Hufflepuff fourth year from being impaled to death by a stray broom free falling from unknown heights and close enough to the outside walls of the castle to not be noticed before it was too late, Tom Riddle had taken to watching the boy from the shadows, dark blue eyes following his every movement.

He moved around life as if it was a dance to be had, coming close to other people and pulling back in a symphony only known to him. The skips and turns of his steps unpredictable, sometimes even brisk but non the less graceful, when he seemed to go one way but change directions at a moments notice, something dark passing through his green eyes.

He looked at situations backwards and from a distance, head tilted in a curious way before his green eyes lit with recognition and he could, to a point, predict entire scenes just from one glance.

The way he looked at people, haunted and knowing and compassionate, like he knew each and every secret lodged in their souls.

Like he knew Tom's secrets too.

The first night after the feast, Harry Evans had stared long and hard at Tom from across the Common Room, green eyes unreadable and face not betraying anything. It had been going on for twenty minutes straight, seemly not noticing the other students stares, before furrowing his brows and quietly nodding to himself.

Tom had dismissed him after that, thinking the boy had probably noticed the hierarchy of the snakes and deemed Tom on top of the food chain.

But strange things seemed to happen around him. More importantly, didn't seem to happen.

He had an uncanny ability to predict the future, it seemed.

The rumours started and spread around Hogwarts like wildfire.

Slughorn was a terrible gossip, and even the portraits learned of Harry's careful consideration of the world.

It was not without consequences.

This beautiful, beautiful boy could be an asset.

It didn't help that he was pretty, with his wide green eyes and honey colored complexion. His curls where mostly black, except where they were not. White had steadily but surely been taking over the parts on the back of his neck, and the hairs framing his face. Tom often wondered if it was intentional, or if he'd had it since birth.

Tom wanted him for himself.

And another man wanted him gone.

(OR) we made universes out of bitten lips and broken hands on AO3 (68k, 10/13 chapters, seer!Harry, fluff and angst, teenage drama, friendships, Harry gets adopted like three times in a row).

[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

----

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

[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]

For tomarry shippers, this fic is the equivalent of jegulus shippers' Crimson Rivers fic. Lots of banter and tension between Harry and Tom, but also maturation and character growth! Definitely a wip worth keeping track of!

LINK:

[oldangryslytherin]

Them

[strangelovve]

I can't help but recommend my all-time favorite Tomarry fanfic. It's an amazing story about love, hatred, and how difficult it can sometimes be to make a choice. Harry is my sunshine, and Tom is a brilliant villain, just the way we like it ;)

The author not only writes, but also creates wonderful fanart.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/61615369/chapters/157520764

[solelyseeking]

Strings of Fate by dizzydreamer on AO3

[marvohlou]

Tom turns at once.  There stands Harry, a few paces away, as if materialised from the cold itself — his coat dusted with snow, face wind-bitten and alight with an expression that Tom has trouble placing. It is near foreign, for it has never once been directed at him, and he finds himself doubting whether he is even interpreting it correctly — Harry’s smile, unabashed and startling in its warmth, appears to be one of happiness. The sight is so stark it feels unreal. Tom wonders if it is a selkie, or a vision wrung loose by magical exhaustion. The idea that Harry might look at him like that (so pleased, so freely) does not admit itself easily into his understanding of the world.  And still, Harry continues to smile. Brightly. Brilliantly. As if he’s seen proof of a miracle. As if Tom is the one who’s delivered it. “I saw that,” He says, stumbling forward, nearly tripping on his own feet. “You nearly had it. You– God, you were right there!”

— from chapter six of SOULSTICE

[silverbriseis]

Funniest thing to me is that a lot of other tomarry shippers love ronmione aswell which is so delightful to me, like imagine this exchange:

"What's your favorite het/canon HP ship??"

"Oh it's definitely Ronmione, they're just so adorable and healthy"

"Haha same, they're the best canon ship, I ship them too, do you have any fav non canon ships?"

"Ooh, definitely Tomarry, they're so–"

"WHAT?"