#tomarry fanfic

[solelyseeking]

Strings of Fate on AO3

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From a tomary fic: Memento Mori by purplewitch 156, the firts 2 rebirths 🥺 (open full image)

[vivantesopvles]

‘What, then, would you say defines Dark magic?’ Professor Potter asks, not even bothering to look up from the homework he’s grading. 

It’s long past his office hours, but that has never stopped Tom from finding all sorts of excuses to knock on his door. Tom wouldn’t say the professor indulges him, per se; it’s just that their conversation often turns out so stimulating it’s impossible not to crave for more. 

‘Depends on who you are and how you approach the subject,’ Tom ventures carefully. ‘A Spellmaker, I imagine, would focus on the energy composition of a spell; the Dark ones require a high amount of magical output from the caster whilst also draining the subject. A Healer, on the other hand –’

‘That’s quite all right.’ Professor Potter lays down his quill, gives Tom a knowing look over his spectacles. ‘I am familiar enough with what Fawson has to say. I want to know what you think, Mr Riddle, after your – ah, shall I say intensive,’ a half-smile curves his lips, 'research on the subject.’

Tom feigns a look of innocence. His mind whirs. His eyes catalogue every outward sign the professor displays. Nothing. Tom can’t even tell if he’s angry or not.

‘I’m trying to get an internship at St Mungo’s,’ Tom fudges. ‘The research … it’s just for academic purposes.’

‘That’s not true, is it?’ Potter spins on his chair, and makes to stand up. His cane comes flying into his hand. Tom’s eyes widen when he feels magic, wild and forceful, gather around them like storm clouds. ‘Ten points from Slytherin,’ he smiles, ‘for lying. Now, Mr Riddle, can you tell what I’m doing?’

Out of thin air, where the turbulent rush of magic has been, water comes. And with a snap of his fingers, Potter traps them both in the centre of the vortex.

‘A hint,’ he says, ‘it’s not Dark, but definitely illegal.’

‘It’s the Forming,’ Tom says, awestruck by the great churning around them, loud as a waterfall. For it is no mere water; a single drop of it on Tom’s skin would be deadly. It’s Professor Potter’s magic in its purest, most concentrated form. 

‘So that brings us back to our question. What makes a spell Dark?’

Belatedly, Tom realises that he’s not to be punished for reading up on the Unforgivables, on Necromancy, on Horcruxes, or whatever it was Professor Potter saw him doing. This is a proper lesson – an introduction to the Dark Arts.

‘Complications,’ Tom breathes. He feels giddy all of a sudden, like he’s inhaled fairy dust. ‘When the practitioner suffers lasting complications to a spell or ritual, the process should be labelled as Dark.’

‘Very good,’ Potter says softly. ‘And that is why you will study under me from now on – not as a Hogwarts student, but my own apprentice. I do care about your well-being, Mr Riddle, even if you yourself might not.'

24052024 | @microficmay | elation

[h-i-n-a-57]

If anyone wants to read my Tomarry 💕

[lostinwoods]

Literally no one

Harry gushing over that lone dark curl on Tom's forehead

[jlhynde-insanitybrilliance]

This is exactly how it’s gonna go—

[kazisstillawake]

I saw a TikTok that said all Tomarry Time Travel fics can be summed up in the cafeteria scene from Mean Girls and honestly I see it

[eidelvyd]

I'm curious about the chorus boy WIP!

A cute one!

Loosely inspired by Phantom of the Opera and Rogers and Hammerstein’s Cinderella

Harry and Tom both work at an opera house putting on a Cinderella-esque show. Harry is just a chorus boy, Tom is playing the prince. The other lead is a no-show the day of the performance, and the managers are discussing canceling and refunding the show. Ron volunteers Harry to fill in.

(Yeah, yeah, it's basically the beginning of PotO, leave me alone. The rest is different, I promise.)

So Harry steps into the role of Cinder and, to nearly everyone's shock, performs perfectly.

The other lead shows up and takes back his role, so Harry should fade back into relative obscurity.

Except, he's caught Tom's attention, and Tom isn't about to let him disappear.

And a snippet for you too!

“A chorus boy? Don’t be ridiculous.” Harry’s eyes were drawn to Tom, who was still considering him, glancing him up and down as if measuring every inch of Harry’s body. “He can do it,” Ron insisted stubbornly, “Better than Malfoy can!” “Shut up, Ron!” “He is about the right size,” Tom mused thoughtfully, “And he has a good look for it. Very innocent.” “Yes, yes, Fudge allowed, “But looks aren’t enough!” “Hm, true,” Tom hummed, gaze drifting behind Harry. “What do you think, Madame?” Madame McGonagall stepped closer, staring at Harry calculatingly. “I can not speak for his singing ability, but his dancing is more than up to par. He knows every step that Cinder dances by heart.” Harry blinked and turned around in surprise. “How did you-“ She raised an eyebrow. “You didn’t actually think that you could use my practice rooms without me knowing about it, did you, Mr. Potter?” Harry rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. “I did, actually.” “Well,” she sniffed, “That’ll teach you.”

I have less of this one right now, but I still like it. Hope you do too!

[oldangryslytherin]

I didn't want to be disrespectful at that drarry artist because I don't know if it's rude of me to reblog with this comment but can someone draw tomarry with Tom licking Harry's boots? :)

[eris-eveningstar]

This is a little excerpt from chapter 4 in this one fic I've decided to start re-reading and omg haha. The denial.

He (Voldemort) had, after all, not been one to share what he coveted. It was frankly embarrassing that all his former selves seem hellbent on befriending Harry, and irritating, how little worship they showed him.

Yes. Befriending. Absolutely, befriending. Tom Riddle is definitely befriending Harry Potter yup. Befriending.

(God Voldemort is so deep in denial it's hilarious. It's so freaking obvious all your younger selves including you want to bang Harry Potter.)

Please go read this fic it's literally amazing omg. It's complete, less than 100k, but still really satisfying. It's a great read and I love the character introspection and reincarnation/time travel elements. Imo fics where Voldemort goes back to Tom's Riddle time along with Harry should be more common. @corpium this is for you. I loved that ficlet you just posted. Including your wbwl fic.

[kozzieberks]

dream riddle will always take the cake for real riddle

[flour power]

Riddle raised a hand to his heart, just below the knot of his Slytherin tie. “Is that your perception of me? I’m flattered, and this conversation is equally as flattering … but I think we can both agree that there are more discerning things to discuss.”

Harry blinked slowly. “Oh. Your Horcruxes?”

“Oh,” Riddle echoed softly, the corner of his mouth curling. “If you so wish to bring that subject up, then that subject can be touched upon.”

Harry braced his forearms on the balcony railing, the chilly metal searing through his robes and burning onto his flesh like a brand. The wind picked up once more, rustling the Autumn leaves in the trees in the courtyard and sending a faint shiver across the back of Harry’s neck. Harry had unclasped the Transfigured Goblet from his neck the hours prior with the distant fear that Riddle would somehow be able to obtain it within their dream - as Riddle always seemed to accomplish impossible things with an unsettling ease - but the empty weight on Harry’s collarbone left a dragging weight. 

“Well?” Riddle pressed, soundly slightly more disoriented than he’d been a few moments ago. The Slytherin Heir pushed off his side of the balcony, swiftly approaching Harry as his cracked facade continued to crumble. 

Harry refused to spare Riddle a glance, keeping his gaze trained on the Quidditch Pitch in the fair distance. “The Diadem and Goblet? They’re fine.”

Riddle looked at him, his expression too calm and too content for Harry’s liking. He leaned in, an abrupt invasion of Harry’s personal space, tapping Harry’s mouth twice. “I think you’re forgetting one,” he whispered, almost coaxingly, flashing a row of sharp pearly whites at Harry. 

Harry flinched backward, attempting to put as much space between himself and Riddle as possible in their limited surroundings. “Get away from me,” he hissed. 

Riddle straightened, clasping his hands behind his back and stepping back with exaggerated politeness. “I want nothing more than to talk, Harry,” he said kindly. “You and I, we’ve been through so much, haven’t we? And yet, we still know so little about each other. How strange.”

Harry’s eyes narrowed. “I know plenty about you. I don’t need any more.”

Riddle’s handsome face twisted into one of mock offense, eyes flicking to where Harry’s hand was hovering protectively over his robe pocket. “Ah, yes. Your wand. But that’s the thing about dreams, isn’t it?" he mused. ‘In here, you don’t need your wand. You don’t need anything, because this isn’t real.” Riddle’s fingers brushed lightly against his sleeve, a barely-there touch that sent a ripple of discomfort through Harry. “I’m not the enemy you think I am. Not anymore. You’re my Horcrux, my soul.”

[solelyseeking]

Strings of Fate by dizzydreamer on AO3

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Bro 2023/2024 :0

[vivantesopvles]

Harry’s never had the false impression that there’s anything precious about him.

He’s actually rather proud of his garden weed sort of existence, the grit, the feral will to survive even when the world wants you gone.

So when his not-boyfriend looks at him like he’s something rare, something good, bringing him flowers on their not-dates, Harry at first thinks it’s all for a lark. Good old sarcasm, if you will. Tom can be a right arse after all.

‘What’s this for?’ Harry asks, laughing into Tom’s shoulder. They’ve been fooling around in the shower, and out of the blue Tom insists on carrying him to bed. Insists prepping him with such care; owning him so gently yet completely it leaves him in a strange state of longing.

‘Something,’ Tom places a kiss on the top of his head afterwards, sounding almost exasperated, ‘I’ve been trying to get through for a while.’

22052024 | @microficmay | precious

[huurreauthor]

Some cute holiday fluff? Check.

Harry & Tom friendship fluff? Check.

Touch-starved Tom? Check.

Friendship developing slowly to the relationship? Check.

Tom corrupting Harry? Check.

Omegaverse, but heavily dependent on consent? Check.

Possessive and obsessed over each other? Check.

Budding Dark Lords? Check.

8 one-shots are coming out every other day, first two are published. And oooh how excited and giddy I am about this series!! Tbh one of the coolest things I've ever written and I love love love that I can write omegaverse with a really heavy consent.

He wanted to tell him how he wanted to keep Harry with him too but how anyone could say something like that? He wanted to consume Harry, to live inside of his ribcage, to breathe in the same rhythm with him, to have their hearts in sync. To drown Harry in his darkness. He wanted to own him so completely, that he didn't have anyone else in his life. That no one else would ever see him, no one but him. To imprison him in the glass cube. He wanted to make Harry's parents, godfather, disappear, so he would have a free reign to corrupt him with his darkness. That was what he wanted. To have Harry for eternity. Harry would need no one, nothing, because he had Tom.

And yeah, after these 8 one-shots, I'm gonna write a multi-chapter sequel to it at some point, hopefully during 2025.

[duchessdulce]

Lucius thinks the sight of the young Dark Lord wearing a green emerald locket would be surprising were he not already at the limit of his shock for the day. "I see you got my gift," Harry drawls, and more than one Knight looks distinctly uncomfortable at the way Harry’s fingers trail along Tom's collar bone and scoop up the emerald green locket that sits there.

It doesn't help that Tom is looking at Harry like he wants to devour him.

“Get out,” Riddle says. Potter doesn’t move. Riddle’s head snaps around, Potter’s fingers still entangled in the chain around his neck and there’s a horrible startling clarity that Riddle wasn’t talking to Potter at all.

He was talking to them.

“Out. GET OUT!” he snaps at them, eyes flashing red and they don’t need another warning.

—Inevitabilities, by EclipseWing

Currently reading this fic. Harry crashes a Death Eater meeting and Tom throws everyone else out so he can be alone with Harry. (Tom and Harry are the same age in this fic.) I am screaming…