#tomarry fanfic

[old-angryslytherin]

Ok but this with tomarry??? 👀

You started a scam religion for a quick buck. You begin to panic when your fake god was actually a real forgotten one awakened from new worshippers, declared you it's high priest, and granted you the power of healing.

[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.

[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.

[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

[harricite-comissions-open]

Bro 2023/2024 :0

[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

[kozzieberks]

“-rry? Harry?” A hand waved in front of his face.

Harry blinked. “Hm?”

“Something’s burning.”

Harry’s eyes widened, and he whipped around, hurriedly yanking on a mitten and pulling the brownies out of the oven. 

They were black.

He let out a sigh of despair.

“It’s okay,” Ron patted his shoulder lightly. “They’re just brownies. I’ll help you make the next batch. There’s also a customer waiting for you,” he whispered.

Harry shot his friend a grateful smile. “Thanks, honeybun.” He turned towards the ordering counter and choked.

“If you call me honeybun,” Tom Riddle said, all traces of his charming schoolboy facade gone, “I will personally throttle you and throw you in the ocean for the sharks to have.”

| flour power @kozzie ao3 |

[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.

[old-angryslytherin]

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? :)

[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…

[solelyseeking]

“When I touch you,” Tom says, bitterness clinging to every syllable, “I feel whole.”

Harry Peverell might just be the first interesting thing Tom Riddle has ever encountered.

As he attempts to uncover the secrets behind the strange boy with a deadly name, Tom will stumble upon a dangerous, electrifying connection; one with the power to change everything.

What is a soulmate- and is it enough?

[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

[harricite-comissions-open]

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