#[look tom gets himself sorted and they get married and it's all good]

[celaenaeiln]

C: Hi there! Even if I've been reading dick Grayson(and in turn batfamily) fics for a few weeks now, I've never actually watched/read DC stuff because even if I liked superheroes, I'm not invested enough to read the actual comics. The most I watched was the Teen Titans 2003 cartoon(which I love). I was brought into interest cause I was brought in through crossovers of other fandoms (which may be hated by some/many😅)

To give myself context, I tried to read around for Robin, and imagine my surprise there's more than one? Which, okay mantle thing I guess. But in the end, Dick Grayson caught my attention(not rlly for his looks and design, but more of his heroism and entire personality and affect in the DC world). Which leads to looking at other tumblrs and I love reading yours and when you answer the asks cause it's so much easier for me to understand the kind of person Dick is and how he interacts with the world.

Sorry for this long context, but I just want maybe your opinion, what if your opinion in the combination of how Dick Grayson should be written for him to Thrive

- Should he stay in Gotham, being in with the batfamily more? Soloing in Bludhaven? Staying with the titans? Or others?

- what about his romantic relationships? Who should be is one true one(based on canon gfs), or maybe stay single? (Just gonna be biased, but I've only knew about dickbabs and dickkory (but I heard he has other girlfriends and I've remember reading he was almost married...a few times??) but dickkory had always been for me)

- What about mentally wise? (Of course, I do think Dick needs a long vacation because of all the trauma that he has to go through), but even if I like the idea of Dick being admired for his looks because he deserves it, but I do rmbr posts that he is uncomfy with this(sexualisation, Def only staying true to the person he loves (then there's the whole...Tarantula and more thing)

Tbf, I do think is a little bit of all is what makes Dick, Dick. Haha

Sorry for the long ask, feel free to not answer because i just needed to get this out😅. I know it's actually bad I'm reading fics without canon knowledge for personality, but your posts makes me understand him more that I understand what's real and what's fanon in fics (that makes me..ugh.. but I read anyway for plot cause i don't know better)

But thank you anyway for reading this and I love your content!

(last one for this ask I swear: I've been seeing stuff where Robin name is actually Dick's mom calling Dick that. Then it's passed down as a mantle starting from Jason without Dick consenting. I tried to read at wiki, maybe I missed out but I can't find anything. Is it true? Does the other bats (except Bruce and Alfred?) know the actual meaning? Because as much as I love Dami, the whole bloodson, birthright to take the mantle of Robin beside Batman give me ugh feelings if it's true) :C

First of all, thank you so much!! I'm so happy to hear you like my stuff <333!!

I think it's fine that you started in the fandom since I sort of started out that way too lol. I had only watched Teen Titans Animated show and Young Justice before I got into fanfics and my first comic I ever read was actually Teen Titans (2011) which was Tim's run. It's been a journey.

Dick's personality was also what captivated me so here I am!

"Should he stay in Gotham, being in with the batfamily more? Soloing in Bludhaven? Staying with the titans? Or others?"

That's a really good question and a complex one. Ironically, for being such a people person, Dick seems to be doing best when he's by himself. When he's soloing, he has a sense of freedom and independence that he's been craving for a long time. The whole reason he left Bruce was because he felt like Bruce was suddenly treating him like a kid, like someone to look after, when he had been treating Dick like a partner the whole time. When Dick feels like his independence is being stepped on, it unsettles him. This is another reason why the Tom Taylor run and Dick's relationship pisses me off but that's for another time. As much as he likes Gotham, he loves Bludhaven. He thinks it's a dirty, crime-filled city, sure, but he loves it there.

He's a little crazy like that.

He doesn't have the same attachment to Gotham that Bruce does. Instead he feels that for Bludhaven.

The only reason I'm saying Dick is better off staying alone than with the Titans is because of his leadership mentality. There's a comic that I forgot the name of but Dick teams up with members of the Justice League and they trapeze through a jungle under the orders of this corrupt military general. He teams up with Arthur and automatically starts commanding people to which Aquaman tells him off, saying this isn't the Titans. Dick is genuinely sorry and backs off. For a minute. But immediately goes right back into command mode but Arthur lets it go, realizing that Dick's not conscious of it and that his behaviour is automatic. "Too many leaders" he calls the situation in his head. For Dick, the Titans have become a responsibility now. He loves them like crazy but they look up at him automatically for directions and order and he's gotten so used to leading them that it's his go to mode.

He just likes doing stuff without someone hovering over his shoulder or having to take care of others.

"what about his romantic relationships? Who should be is one true one(based on canon gfs), or maybe stay single? (Just gonna be biased, but I've only knew about dickbabs and dickkory (but I heard he has other girlfriends and I've remember reading he was almost married…a few times??) but dickkory had always been for me)"

Yeah, I've actually loved almost all of his romantic relationships. I hate Dickbabs but every other one has been fantastic. Kori was great for him.

Action Comics (1938) Issue #618

Dick says it again here. He used to envy Roy's freedom. He's also said in another comic that he fell in love with Kori for her freedom.

Secret Origins (1986) Issue #13

You're right, he has gotten almost married a few times

The first time was with Kori

The New Titans (1988) Issue #100

But then

The New Titans (1988) Issue #100

their pastor gets vaporised and body-controlled Raven feeds the soul of one of Trigon's children into Kori and she goes crazy but she recovers but it's a whole ordeal. In the end they don't get a chance to complete their marriage. They were spectacular together though. The only reason their wedding didn't go through is because the Batfam writers wanted Dick back so they took him from the Titans' writers and they needed a big dramatic scene to cut him off from the Titans. Another reason why Barbara was deaged and created as a love interest- to gatekeep him in the family.

He's also gotten married to Barbara before the retcon though.

Batman Family Issue #11

But here they were forced to by Maze and they went along with it and tricked him. At the end though, they just grab a bite to eat.

Ngl I actually would've supported this marriage. I really love this Barbara. Yes the age difference is a bit much but whatever, I still like them.

Dick and Barbara have gotten married in an alternate timeline.

Convergence: Nightwing/Oracle Issue #2

yeah, definitely didn't like this one.

Dick's also gotten fake married to a woman because Batman and Dick thought she was killing her husbands after marrying them so Dick married her to see if it was true.

Nightwing (1996) Annual #1

I liked her. She wasn't the killer and Dick did a fantastic job raising her son but even though she loved him, he didn't love her and they divorced amicably. I wish I could see more of her and her son though.

To be completely honest, my favorites for Dick are Kori and Bea.

Bea was a fantastic partner. She was understanding, loving, caring, and responsible. She was there when he was Ric Grayson and just loved him for who he was.

Nightwing (2016) Issue #53

If Kori's truly out of the picture, then Dick really should've settled down with her.

Nightwing (2016) Issue #57

She and Kori, they don't tell Dick what to do or who to be. They let him be free which is why I loved them an extraordinary amount. I'm a sucker for soft moments and Bea and Dick are couple goals.

Nightwing (2016) Issue #62

They give him the freedom he craves.

"What about mentally wise? (Of course, I do think Dick needs a long vacation because of all the trauma that he has to go through), but even if I like the idea of Dick being admired for his looks because he deserves it, but I do rmbr posts that he is uncomfy with this(sexualisation, Def only staying true to the person he loves (then there's the whole...Tarantula and more thing)"

I think Dick does need a break. His life has been a series of unfortunate events but despite all that, I think he loves it that way. Dick loves the thrill of adventure. It's the heart of who he is and why he became robin. The excitement he gets when fighting or doing crazy stunts - he loves all of it and that is his coping mechanism. I guess in order for him to thrive, Bruce needs to stop dumping all his trauma and stop expecting him to be there for him at all times of the day. Dick keeps getting dragged back to Gotham to take care of Bruce and his problems and he would go in a heartbeat but he's much happier wacking his own goons in Bludhaven. But since Bruce is so codependent on Dick, this pattern's not gonna stop anytime soon.

Truth be told I also like Dick being admired for his looks. I don't like him being called out by it though. First of all why would you comment "hot booty" to someone? It's degrading and humiliating even if you think it's a compliment. Some things are better left untold. But regardless of what people think, Dick will always be pretty and everyone in the DC universe knows this. Heroes, civilians, villains - they're all attracted to him on some level because he's so beautiful. And honestly? I'm all for it! Because that boy is the prettiest human in existence and he deserves that recognition. Just not vocally or physically.

The best thing is that Dick's beauty has no bearing on his mentality toward people. This man will choose one person and stick with them forever. He values intimacy and trust and love in his relationships which is why he's so attached to each one. This plays a massive role in his relationship with Kori. He would never cheat. Actually in all the future comics, after his spouse passes away or leaves, he never remarries. The only one exception was Batman Beyond (2016). The only one and he remarries Barbara after his wife passes away. Aside from that he remains a single parent. That's how dedicated he is.

"I've been seeing stuff where Robin name is actually Dick's mom calling Dick that. Then it's passed down as a mantle starting from Jason without Dick consenting. I tried to read at wiki, maybe I missed out but I can't find anything. Is it true? Does the other bats (except Bruce and Alfred?) know the actual meaning? Because as much as I love Dami, the whole bloodson, birthright to take the mantle of Robin beside Batman give me ugh feelings if it's true)"

Yup Dick's mother called Dick Robin.

Nightwing (2011) Issue #0

Robin (1993) Annual #4

Here's a couple but there are more instances of his mom calling him Robin.

Dick had no idea Bruce passed on the Robin costume. He finds out through the newspaper because Bruce is pissed at Dick. Like he's so mad that when he told Dick to leave, Dick actually left.

You know how there's a saying about not being able to take back words of anger? Bruce is feeling that heavily. He already had suspicions that Dick wanted to leave but before Dick could tell him, he fired him so he wouldn't have to hear those words. But Bruce is super mad that Dick left anyway. So what does he do? He makes the first boy he sees Robin.

And Jason finds out Dick was Robin when he confronts Bruce why Nightwing knows Bruce's identity. And that gets Bruce more mad because he's now feeling guilty which is when Dick comes to confront Bruce.

Batman (1940) Issue #416

But instead of meeting anger for anger, Dick expresses his hurt. About how they were partners and then talks about his life after leaving Bruce.

And Bruce loves Dick. His best friend, son, brother, and partner for nearly 11 years. They raised each other and despite his anger, he smiles in pride and love.

Batman (1940) Issue #416

Look at his smile!! He's so proud of his son.

And that's when Dick stops pulling his punches.

Batman (1940) Issue #416

Bruce looks so wrecked. The guilt and sorrow is tantamount to his pain.

Then Dick asks Bruce why he choose someone new.

Batman (1940) Issue #416

So Bruce tells him. But Dick and Bruce's relationship go way deeper than just friends or family. They know each other. They revolve around each other so Dick calls him out.

Batman (1940) Issue #416

And out comes the truth

Batman (1940) Issue #416

But Dick has always been the bigger man and instead of letting Jason become some sort of spite move, he turns Robin into a legacy.

Batman (1940) Issue #416

He passes it down like it was meant to be passed down. Because let's be honest here. The Robin name and costume is Dick's. If he wanted to, he could've taken it back, Bruce be damned. And that was one of Jason's fears.

Batman (1940) Issue #416

But despite Bruce's words to Jason

Batman (1940) Issue #416

He's not sure himself.

Batman (1940) Issue #416

But it's only with Dick's approval that he becomes Robin which is what Bruce is thanking at the end.

Batman (1940) Issue #416

And this has been a sort of tradition.

Dick approved of Jason being Robin, he endorsed Tim, and he made Damian Robin. The only exception being Stephanie. This is why Dick feels a heavy sense of responsibility over the robin predicament. He created the tradition. He approved, supported, and mentored every robin that walked in his colors and name. That's why he feels the burden of it.

I don't think any of the other robins know the meaning behind the name. Maybe they do. But ironically, the one who wasn't robin is the one who knows the meaning of it.

Duke.

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Hullo!!

Thank you for all the great tomarry fic recs you have given to us!! Your recs are always the best and I love them all..🩷🩷

Do you have any Tomarry fics where Harry somehow time travels to the past where Tom is still in his Hogwarts years ?? And Harry becomes the transfer/new student and gets sorted into Slytherin??

I hope I'm not being too specific.. honestly, just any fic where Harry and Tom both go to Hogwarts!!

Thank you🩷🩷

- rioo xxx

Hi there! Thank you for your kind words 🤍

Here's a selection of fics featuring Harry and Tom attending Hogwarts together in the 1940s.

There's 23 fics in the list below, covering 1.7 million words, so hopefully there's some fics in here you haven't come across before! Happy reading!

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Hogwarts 1940s-era Tomarrymort Recs

A Future Without a Face by @dividawrites (E, 115k, complete)

Tom Riddle is a gifted teen with a personality disorder. He’s going to rule the world one day. Harry Potter is an extremely angry transfer student, or at least that’s what Tom believes.

And the Living Will Envy the Dead by @k-s-morgan (M, 81k, WIP)

When Harry looks at Tom, he feels overwhelmed. There is a spark that makes him hopeful, the fear that nothing he does will save Tom from himself, and the horror at what his lies might lead to. When Tom looks at Harry, he feels nothing. Until he does, and then Harry’s world starts drowning in blood.

At the end of every road by @sass-y-squatch (M, 90k, complete)

In which Harry is determined to prevent Voldemort's rise, even if he has to stalk, bribe, threaten, and marry Tom Riddle to do it.

But For You, I Did by @duplicitywrites (M, 21k, complete)

When 11-year-old Tom Riddle finally arrives at Platform 9 and ¾, he meets fifth-year Prefect Harry Evans, a Muggleborn Slytherin at the top of his year. Harry is everything that Tom wants to be—Harry knows exactly what it’s like to be special, intelligent, and have no one understand you. 

Custodarium by Tina48 (E, 73k, complete)

The war is over, and the Wizarding Britain has been slowly rising from the ashes. Harry just wishes none of it ever happened – what will he do when he’s given a chance to change the past? Was Dumbledore right about “the power he knows not” after all?

Devil's Hour by @exarite (E, 3k, complete)

Harry traveled back to Riddle's time with the intention to kill him, but it's been months and he's done nothing. Instead, night after night, Tom visits him in his bed. Harry lets him.

Embryo by @cannibalinc (NR, 28k, WIP)

While others only gossip about Grindelwald and dutifully prepare for their NEWTs, Tom is building an empire. He has painstakingly clawed his way to the top of his generation’s elite, and now he wants more—more power, more delights, more magic than has ever been explored before. That is Tom’s destiny, a King among men. No—a god. He need only rise to that which is his for the taking… if only one strange boy weren’t so determined to get in his way.

Enoument by @accipitae (M, 22k, complete)

Call if fate, call it destiny, call it getting hit by a car at five years old and flung into the past to land naked and bruised on the steps of Wool's Orphanage in 1931. Whatever it is, Harry grows up not in a cupboard under the stairs but in a small room shared with another strange boy.

Fate Granted by Flipdarkchill (M, 60k, WIP)

When a young Tom Riddle demands a friend in the middle of the night, he did not truly expect anything to happen. At least, not right away...

Game On, Your Move by @perhaps-sunlight (T, 75k, complete)

Be on guard, my Lord, writes Abraxas Malfoy, the new transfer student intends to kill you. Except Abraxas has terrible penmanship, and 'kill' and 'kiss' look awfully similar in shoddy cursive. Naturally, things escalate. A lot.

good night, darling by @purplemineralwater (E, 141k, WIP)

Harry's breath faltered. It was all so confusing... Harry had died. He had died and spoken to Death and suddenly he was standing in Hogwarts, in 1942, and the Sorting Hat had just pronounced him Slytherin.

Holly & Yew by @lovely-lotus (M, 236k, WIP)

After a bout of accidental magic when Harry is six, Vernon goes too far. When Harry wakes up, he is gravely wounded and more than fifty years in the past in another world. After some shuffling, Harry ends up at Wool's. There, he meets Tom Riddle, his mysterious roommate, eventual best friend, and the love of his life.

Infinite by @duplicitywrites (E, 8k, complete)

Harry and his twin brother Tom have the same mark. The same soulmate. Whoever their soulmate is, wherever they may be, they will go to Tom. Tom, however, has other plans.

nothing left to lose by @cindle-writes (E, 11k, complete)

Harry got to have Tom’s cock inside him anytime he wanted, but all he really wanted was Tom’s soul back inside of him.

Of Monsters, Of Men by @ca-xan-dra (M, 144k, WIP)

Harry’s first memory at Wool’s Orphanage is of Tom Riddle. He thinks Tom Riddle makes many exceptions for him. (He’s right.)

Promises, Promises by @mosiva (E, 72k, complete)

Harry, stuck in the past and trying to navigate Slytherin House with Tom Riddle at its head, is hit with a memory-loss spell. An unhappy accident, as the ever-friendly Tom Riddle is on hand to tell him.

Reckless Cartography by @meles-merrivale (M, 9k, WIP)

Just because someone is the love of your life doesn’t mean they’re good for you. And just because someone’s bad for you doesn’t mean you get to walk away. Featuring Harry and Tom attending Hogwarts together and slowly ruining each other’s lives.

Stab Right Through by @the-wig-is-a-metaphor (M, 82k, WIP)

Getting lost in old memories is a dangerous thing for anyone, but in Harry's case the whole situation is slightly more literal than usual, and—as it always tends to be—much, much worse.

Subjective by IceLynx (G, 1.5k, complete)

While Harry thinks Tom is extremely handsome, nobody else does. Most think Tom is rather average. Harry refuses to admit it and is forced to defend his opinion.

tautological by @cindle-writes (E, 7k, complete)

It had taken Tom quite a bit of trial and error to figure out how, but he had finally worked out how to exploit their shared horcrux connection and send Harry false visions and dreams. For a few weeks now, Harry had been waking up every morning to a rush of pleasure, soaked pajama bottoms, and Tom’s name a broken moan on his lips.

Terrible, But Great by @isalisewrites (M, 143k, WIP)

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.

Vespertine by @itsevanffs (E, 24k, WIP)

Harry only blooms at night; Tom can see this much.

What Souls Are Made Of by Emeralds_and_Lilies (E, 278k, complete)

A mysterious object in Bellatrix's vault sends Harry, Ron and Hermione spinning into the past and to a Hogwarts like none they know. Posing as students, Harry catches the eye of the Head Boy, Tom Riddle, who is nothing like the Voldemort of the future. He's charming and sly and manipulative; both brilliant and deadly.

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So if it was Mikey that was getting married would the wedding be a lot smoother or is izana crashing the wedding too?

Link to relevant Wedding Ask 1 ; Ask 2

Masterlist

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Been a while since I answer a ask and since this came in ;-; im sorry its been almost two years...

No doubt that anything related to Mikey would be absolute chaos, and doubly so if Izana is involved.

Considering just Mikey to begin with, the rest of the Toman founders already aren't very happy - not because you picked Mikey over them or anything of the such (with the exception of Kazutora of course, this baby boy is seething with envy). Okay maybe all of them are a bit jealous over the whole situation, seeing that the blond-haired airhead who was probably the least capable of caring for another person being the one you chose. But still, putting aside their jealousy, the other five just know that it'll be a huge, huge uphill struggle its going to be having to wrangle him into behaving himself so that you would have the time of your life that you deserved.

Getting Mikey to propose to you to start is a fight in itself, because this baby boy doesn't want to bother with anything, not even proposing, lest of all a full wedding - after all, why care when you were already as good as his? Just wants to move in immediately and start gate-keeping cuddles, forehead kisses and head pats. So right from the beginning, it is the other five Toman founders pulling the strings; okay maybe four, because Kazutora would stubbornly refuse to do anything but cling to you and cry for attention. He does not support this wedding one bit and will not hesitate to make it known (even tried asking you to marry him with an onion ring that he was in the midst of eating), though all he gets in return was reassuring pats and extra love.

Baji and Draken pull their weight for the proposal - the First Division Captain would secretly take your ring size while playing a game of chopsticks (don't ask how, he's an expert), while Draken and the brothel girls would pick out a ring. Your wedding dress has 100% been sorted out many years ago by Mitsuya, delicately designed and impeccably crafted to your exact taste and dimensions, and Mikey is getting side-eyed and threatened into being measured for a custom suit if it was the last thing the Second Division captain does. Pah bless his father's real estate company connections has a venue down pat, and Kazutora is brow-beaten in helping with the decorations on the threat of sending you off on a honeymoon with Mikey and without him.

Everyone and anyone would be threatened to tiptoe the line - your wedding will be nothing but perfection, and you would repay their efforts will lots of attention and affection of course.

The guest list is short and vetted over and over again. Immediate family only, no strangers, and absolutely no other men (absolutely not, especially if it wasn't someone the Toman founders knew). You having guests at your wedding was already something they compromised on because they knew you had several people you desperately wanted to invite.

Having to drag Mikey to the actual wedding is an entire issue altogether, and it required all four of them to stuff the stubborn and whiny boy into his suit and whisk his ass off to the wedding venue. Seeing how excited you were for your big day only made the other founders more determined to make sure it goes off without a hitch. The Toman President is tied to a chair and Draken even seats on him so that he doesn't go running off to find you and ruin the surprise of what your wedding dress looked like. Not like Mikey cared, no. He just couldn't wait for cuddles and those handmade taiyakis that his friends told them you had on hand (it was a lie).

But then, for some reason unknown to even god himself, if you somehow caught not only Mikey's but Izana's attention. Oh boy.

Izana is bound to overhear about all the preparations for a wedding and quickly puts together that you, the Tenjiku princess (not Toman's, definitely not, not in a hundred years), were getting ready to marry Mikey, and throws an absolute fit. Unacceptable, outrageous, and downright heresy. Would attempt to storm over to your place and demand an answer, had to be held back from doing so by the combined force of Kakucho, Rindo, Ran and Mochi, who rather not their president start a gang war this very moment.

But this tanned boy was not going to let this slide so easily, no way in hell - he knew what those Toman bastards were planning, and he wasn't going to let them get away with keeping you all to themselves, not when you're probably just going along with it so that you don't make your so-called friends feel bad. So of course Tenjiku starts devising their own plan. Kakucho outright kidnaps you from your school to go ring shopping, biting his tongue and lying that it was a friendship ring (Ran had to be stopped from bursting out laughing). Izana got huffy getting fitted for a suit, and Rindo awkwardly shuffling by the side didn't help much either.

At last when your wedding day rolled around, everything was ready.

And as you started walking down the aisle, Mikey waiting at the end, Tenjiku springs their plan into action. They gate crash your wedding right through the front door, Kakucho, Ran, Rindo and the other executives immediately jumping on the Toman founders while Izana rushes straight through. The white-haired boy barely even having to stop as he sweeps you up into his arms, makes a split turn, and then proceeds to rush back out with just an eep from you, with a mind to get you to his arranged priest/official and making you sign his own document of marriage. Mikey letting out an outraged shout as he gave chase, Mitsuya is shouting, cursing and telling Mikey to be careful with his suit and don't dirty or tear your white dress.

Ends up starting a gang war anyway at your wedding, with Izana expertly turning to intercept a flying kick from Mikey just in time while balancing you in his arms, while the audience (however limited, no one else is allowed to look at you after all, the Toman founders would never allow it) are left looking on in utter disbelief at the fight breaking out in front of their eyes. You probably having to end up calling off your wedding more bemusedly than not when the whole thing devolved into a screaming match with both Izana and Mikey pinching and pushing at each other while insisting you pick one of them right this instance.

Honestly, you thought that getting married to one of them would settle all of them down, since you would be "safe" and they would be able to continue to "protect" you. You didn't think that gang lines would still be drawn, but obviously you were mistaken. Definitely have thought about just picking a third neutral party to marry, but knowing your very fussy, very overprotective baby boys, that would just drag more people into the fight.

#tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #yandere tokyo revengers #yandere tokyo revengers x reader #tokyorev x reader #mikey x reader #izana x reader #draken x reader #kazutora x reader #baji x reader #mitsuya x reader #pah x reader #kakucho #ran haitani #rindo haitani #rindou haitani #kurokawa izana #sano manjiro #baji keisuke #kazutora hanemiya #cheesus answers #yandere platonic toman

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Serennedy X The Great Gatsby (work in progress)

Leon S. Kennedy = Nick Carraway

Luis N. = Jay Gatsby / Luis Serra Navarro = James Gats

^ For those confused Jay Gatsby isn’t his real name ! So Luis goes by Luis N. to work with that

Daisy Buchanan = Ada Wong (married Wesker for his money and nothing else basically)

Tom Buchanan (Tom’s a piece of shit btw) = Albert Wesker (Married Ada solely because people kept annoying him about being single)

Jordan Baker = Alice Abernathy

Myrtle Wilson = Jill Valentine

George Wilson = Chris Redfield

^ Married for convenience, besties+ cover ups (Jill has a girlfriend and Chris has a boyfriend, you can imagine from there)

Okay I kinda got the characters sorted, made Wesker not as much of a piece of shit (removed the racist aspects of Tom’s character) so he’s slightly more likable

(A lot of story elements will be the same/extremely similar to the actual books with some major changes)

Major changes:

Luis and Ada are not lovers or exs, instead REALLY close friends and Luis simply wants to get Ada out of her shit marriage

Wesker and Jill are NOT having an affair, Wesker’s having affairs with others. People rumor that the two are having an affair though which pisses both of them off

Ada and Leon aren’t cousins—obviously—rather young adulthood exes who worked out their differences (hence why they’re on good terms)

Leon and Luis are very comfortable in their bisexuality (aka they explored each other’s bodies at least once throughout this) (cause apparently Nick and Gatsby were too coward to do that in the actual story/j)

Ada and Wesker divorce by the end instead of staying together

Ada and Wesker don’t have a kid, but Ada is expecting at some point (she doesn’t have the kid with Wesker, she has the kid after running off with a certain somebody)

Chris isn’t the one who shoots Luis

(Story)

Leon moves to Long Island, New York to get away from home and live by himself. He rents a house in West Egg which happens to neighbor a major estate, whose home owner is none other than Luis N.

Leon finds himself dining with Ada Wong and eventually meets Alice, a “friend” of Ada’s. They’re both at first skeptical of each other, Leon not all that interested in her. After a while Ada confesses that Wesker has a mistress and Ada’s knows about it but doesn’t seem to do anything about it or care all that much.

The same evening, Leon takes a step outside, drink in hand. There he spots Luis standing on his lawn staring at something across the way.

One morning Leon receives an invitation from Luis to attend one of his parties. When he gets there he gets anxious at the fact that he doesn’t know anybody and—not wanting to just go up to somebody and weird them out—he begins drinking.

While drinking, Leon steps outside to get some air. He’s later approached by none other than Luis. Leon can feel his breath catch as this stunning brown haired individual comes up to him, asking him if he liked the party. Leon’s not focused on that though, he’s focused on the warm smile on Luis’ face and gentle eyes looking him up and down. Studying him.

The two chat casually for a bit to Leon’s surprise, and when Leon leaves, he looks back to see Luis watching him the entire time—once again causing him to get hot under the collar.

Sometime July, Leon and Luis have lunch together. Tossing longing glances at each other as Luis tries to desperately impress Leon with old tales of his past, making Leon laugh a couple times. They end off lunch with Luis asking Leon if he’d like to come back home with home, to which Leon disagrees because he’s meeting with Alice about something she wanted to talk about with him away from everybody. Luis nods, understanding albeit disheartened, but Leon makes sure to give Luis a passing kiss on the cheek—thanking him for lunch—before leaving. (And desperately praying nobody saw that)

When Leon meets up with Alice, they sit down for tea. Leon explains how he knows Ada and Alice explains how she does. Alice seems skeptical of Ada’s ex hanging around her, which Leon catches onto and quickly mentions Luis. Alice almost instantly sees right through him, messing with him for going after the rich neighbor as Leon groans in embarrassment. Alice then goes on to explain that Luis and Ada are best friends, which catches Leon’s attention. She explains that Luis has always been very terrified of Ada’s marriage with Wesker, and that he’s been trying to convince her leave him and Alice has been doing the same.

When Leon asks why she won’t when two of her friends are asking too, Alice just flat out says “she’s hoping he dies soon because the dude’s a dick and she can get all his money then run off with m-..somebody.”

Leon’s eyebrows furrow in concern and Alice nods, saying she feels the say skepticism about it. Ada’s a strong woman though, Wesker knows that too so nothing physical ever happens—just a lot of arguments but nothing ever escalates past somebody leaving the house for the night.

That relaxes Leon but granted knowing that Ada’s in a shit marriage regardless has him worried about her.

Throughout the next couple months, Ada is spending less and less time with Wesker and more time at Luis’ house with Alice, Luis, and Leon. All four of which are relaxed enough to show intimacy between their actual lovers (Leon and Alice are using each other as cover ups because they could still be hatecrimed)

Luis laying down on Leon’s chest as Leon runs his fingers through his hair, Alice kissing Ada at random points even in front of the guys (not that they give two shits, theyre just happy to see Ada actually have someone who cares for her)

Ada learns late August, early September that she’s pregnant which terrifies her and is the deciding factor she needs to go through with divorcing Wesker and running off with Alice. So she, Leon, Luis, and Alice all go out to a hotel with Wesker to talk about it sometime mid-September.

It’s late in the evening and hot as hell, making everyone extremely on edge. When Ada finally gets the nerve to tell Wesker she wants a divorce everything goes to shit—yelling, swearing, even breaking stuff ensues. Wesker, not realizing Ada’s been cheating on him with a girl, turns his aggression towards Luis—which causes Leon to step in and put himself between Wesker and Luis who are yelling at each other back and forth; with Wesker accusing Luis of sleeping with Ada (false). Alice put herself between Ada and the others, making sure Ada’s okay who’s more worried about Luis and Leon by this point than herself.

When the heat dies down, Wesker finally agrees to the divorce making everyone relax. He doesn’t look anybody in the eyes as he tells Ada it’s late, and it’s probably a good idea to get home. Ada agrees and turns to Luis, nodding for him to leave with her (after everything she’d rather not expose her relationship with Alice until she’s good as gone.)

Leon and Alice help Wesker clean up, Leon feeling horrible for the staff at the hotel but not feeling as bad when Wesker’s the one paying for the damage. They all go home Wesker’s car with tense and uncomfortable silence.

On the way home they spot Chris talking to a bunch of police officers, Wesker pulls over without a second thought and walks over to Chris after the policeman walk away. Alice stays in the car as Leon gets out to see what the deal was.

He gets close enough to hear Wesker ask what’s happening and Chris replies that Jill was struck by a car, thankfully she’s alive but her leg was crushed in the process. Leon winces at the look on Chris’ face and he swore he saw Wesker’s own expression falter.

Wesker sits down next to Chris, patting him on the shoulder as he asks more questions. Leon’s heart rate spikes as Chris talks about the details of the car—it perfectly matched the description of Luis’ car, the one he and Ada drove home in.

Wesker and Leon exchange looks, both swallowing awkwardly as Wesker pushes himself to his feet. He nods to Leon and Leon, not wanting to argue again, obliges and heads back to the car. Chris and Wesker talked for a while longer before Wesker joins Alice and Leon in the car again.

They drive back to the house, with Wesker heading inside first, offering for Leon and Alice to come in and they politely decline. Wesker seems understanding, nodding and disappearing inside the house.

Leon and Alice take a walk around the house, discussing what could have happened or why they didn’t stop, only to run into Luis hiding in the garden.

He explained the truth, Ada had been the one driving and she tried to swerve at the same time Jill tried to run out of the way to avoid hitting her but it had been too late and they hit her. Ada seemed stone cold; unable to slow the vehicle down as Luis begs her to pull over.

Luis’ shoulders visibly relax when Leon explains Jill is okay just a broken leg. Alice pats Luis on the shoulder, telling him to go home with Leon and she’ll wait around to make sure Ada’s okay.

Leon and Luis walk home, talking. Leon trying to lift Luis’ guilt slightly by the time they’re at Luis’ house. It’s quiet and all the maids and butlers must have gone home already. Leon locks the door behind him and Luis, before grabbing Luis by the hips and pushing him against the wall—lips pressed together. A groan is pulled from Luis’ lips as Leon’s hands drift up his shirt, Leon promising to make him forget the pain of tonight.

The next morning, while still naked on the couch, they wake up to a knock at the door. They quickly throw on their clothes before Luis answers the door. His face lights up as he sees Ada and Alice with Ada’s bags, asking if it’s alright if they stay in one of his spare bedrooms for a few nights which Luis is more than welcome too.

Leon gets started on breakfast while the others help Ada settle into one of the spares.

#Serennedy x TGG #EVERYTHING is subject to change btw!! still very much a work in progress

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Sunflower: Book 1, Chapter 9

Tom Hiddleston x OFC Series rated: M Chapter warnings: Tom sticks his foot in his mouth some? AN: Chicks have survived! We ordered 4, got 5 and they all hatched on V day and have Vday themed names. Chapter 8, Masterlist, Chapter 10 ~~~~~<3 “Let me be clear- I am committed for at least a year or until death. We’re married. I do not take that lightly.” It drove him mad that he had to keep saying it. When would she believe that it was more than just a whim? 

“Tom-”

“Part of being married is the sharing of resources and caring for each other. I care for you and I care for her. You don’t have to care about me- it would be nice but that may come in time.”

“What if you change your mind? What then?” 

Mia felt like screaming. She felt like running. She felt like crying. She felt like reaching out to him for comfort. Instead she sat stone still and board straight. 

“What if I let you find us some magical Las Vegas apartment, get us moved and three months from now you get tired of your secret American family and stop paying the rent?”

“I-” It was her turn to cut him off. 

“You’re right- I can’t afford anything better. I can’t afford food until Monday. If I let you in, let you change our lives and then you change your mind? We end up homeless. Hell, I can only afford this damn apartment because we’ve been there so long.” 

“I wouldn’t-”

“How do I know that? How can I trust that?” Mia’s frustration grew when her vision waved as her eyes grew teary. “You think I don’t want to give you a chance because you’re ugly or cruel or something. Any woman would die for this chance but I can’t. I’ve got a little girl who relies on me.” 

She harshly wiped away a tear that had the nerve to slip from her eye. 

“If I take a gamble and it’s a bust, she gets hurt. She ends up homeless. She ends up in state custody. She gets her heart broken too.” 

“I didn’t think of it that way.” 

She scoffed at him and he bristled at that, opening his mouth to try and defend himself. She started again before he had a chance to say anything though. 

“It’s my job to think of that. How can I trust a stranger, even a stranger I married on a whim, to not let some little girl who he’s known for even less time become homeless. How can I trust that you’re not going to suck her into your charm, make her see you as a father then walk away?”

“I don’t want to push her to see me as a father.” That was the easiest point to focus on first. “If that happens, it happens naturally. I’m not going to pretend that we don’t have a lot of things to decide on, to plan and work out but that will take time.”

Creeping fingers slid a few inches more. He wiggled his finger tips against hers, lacing them together. She didn’t pull away and he took that as a good sign.

 “Tom,”

“If I find an apartment- something modest but without gaps in the doors or maintenance crews that help themselves to tenant’s groceries, if I were to pay the lease up front for the year, would you consider it?”

“This is my life-” People would say she was using him, she knew that as much as she knew her name. 

“No, Mia- not any more.” His voice was soft, devoid of the harshness that had crept in. “It’s our life now. We get to decide what that looks like. We will go over what bills we’ll have, we’ll work together and come up with a plan that makes you feel safe and lets me feel assured that the two of you are safe.”

“I don’t want to use you.” She wanted to accept. 

Glancing at Sally, she knew for her daughter this sort of chance at financial security may never come again. If she allowed Tom to take care of them, even if things didn’t work out she could save her checks. 

“If I’m offering, insisting and fighting you to allow it, is that using me?”

“I’ll think about it, alright?” Mia ran her hand through her hair, scarping her nails along her scalp. “It’s just- It’s a lot, really fast.”

“I know.” 

~~~~~<3

She stood in the kitchen crying. There were boxes scattered in the living room to be taken to the trash later. Tom was upstairs reading who knows how many bedtime stories to Sally.

It felt weird to not be the one putting her to sleep. It felt good to have someone to help with simple tasks like bedtime. 

If she wasn’t careful, she could get used to this.

Realizing the refrigerator and freezer both had been standing open while she cried, for how long was anyone’s guess, she closed it. It was overwhelming, seeing the full shelves. Tom had kept his word, stocking the kitchen in a way she had never been able to do before. 

There were drinks and snacks. Brand new pest proof bins held rice, flour, sugar and dried pastas. A electric kettle sat on her counter and a variety of teas were stacked next to her coffee pot. 

Things for him. Things for her husband. 

“Are you alright?” Tom asked softly from the foot of the stairs. “She’s asleep.” 

Mia couldn’t do anything but nod at first. 

“It’s just a lot.” She said weakly. Everything was hitting her now. Regardless of if she wanted to or not, she was going to have herself a good cry right now.

“Is it?” Tom wasn’t sure what to say as he approached. 

“No one’s ever- I’ve never. We’ve never had this much before.”

Tom moved slow, giving her chance after chance to tell him to back up, to stop, to give her space or go away. Large hands rested on her shoulders as he looked down to her.

 “Does he not provide for his daughter?” That was a question that had been rattling around in his brain since he saw the picture. 

“He’s supposed to pay child support but he hasn’t in over a year. It’s just been me and when Ashley can, she’ll help.”

Slowly, Tom pulled her to his chest. “It’s okay.” He soothed. 

It felt good to be held by him. The moment stretched on as she tried to keep her tears to a minimum. “I’m sorry.”

“Do you want to talk about it?” He asked as she pulled herself away from him. 

There were things to do and crying in his arms wasn’t something on her schedule. 

~~~~~<3

They sat, cups of tea on the small table in front of them. Tom flipped through apartment listings only to have every single option turned down. Frustration built in him with each apartment, nice and basic, turned down. “Why? They’re all nicer than this place.” 

She sat in silence as he took his glasses off and rubbed the bridge of his nose. It wasn’t her intention but she was being difficult. 

“I’m sorry.” And she was, to a degree. “It’s just so much.’ 

“I’m just going to pick some and we’ll look.” Tom decided, locking his phone and setting it facedown on the table in front of them. “There’s still a lot to decide. We can put the utilities on auto pay so you don’t-”

“I don’t want you to pay for everything.” It would be better to just shut up and let him pay everything, she knew that. It would allow her to save more for when this inevitably falls apart but she just couldn’t make herself feel okay doing it. “Let me at least keep the electric and internet- the electric will vary during the year and the internet isn’t a necessity.”

“I can send money for groceries-” 

“If I’m not paying rent, groceries shouldn’t be a problem.” 

For the first time in their marriage, they sat and talked into the night. The topics were not fun ones. They talked of financial histories, debts, education and potential future earnings. They talked about the cost of managing their individual households.

Tom wasn’t rich in the realm of his career but compared to her, he was far more financially secure. And unlike her, his career was ramping up and reaching for the sky. Tom swore to her, regardless of what direction his career took, if their attempt at a marriage did not work he would not leave her financially hurt but she struggled still to put faith in him.

~~~~~<3

Midnight quickly approached and Mia’s yawns were coming more and more frequently. They were so different in backgrounds that simply learning about each other’s past ate up more of the night.

“You should go to bed.” Tom’s hand reached out for hers. “It’s been a long day.”

“You’ve been up just as long as me.” Mia countered though she still stood up, slipping her hand out from under his. 

“I need to be up a bit longer yet.” He wanted nothing more than to go up to bed though. “I’ve got to make some calls back home. Face the music and take my licks.” 

“Are you in trouble with someone?” 

“No, not really.” Tom thought twice about his answer after he said it. “Probably but hopefully he’s cooled off by now. My publicist wasn’t so happy with me. I blocked him after breakfast yesterday.”

“He knows about-?” She waved her hand to try and encompass the whole situation.

“Yeah, at least some of it.” 

“I didn’t know you told anyone yet.” It was weird. They had built their relationship, small as it was, in a bubble where in a lot of ways he was just a normal man who was caught up in a Las Vegas situation fit for a Lifetime movie.

“I didn’t.” 

Tom knew he needed to face reality head on. Luke would tell him how important it was to get ahead of the story and now it’s been two days. 

“There are pictures of us at a bar and of me with you in your gown. I don’t know how much the world knows but I did tell Luke about our marriage.” 

“It would be better for you if we didn’t do this.” Mia felt the earth tilting under her feet as what he was inched in again. 

“Maybe, but that’s not something I want to change.” 

Mia had so many questions but she didn’t know how to voice any of them. “Marriage records here are public,” was all she could think to say. 

“That’s not a problem- I was planning on telling the truth. Or at least a version of it.”

“What’s that mean?” 

“I like to keep my private life private. We’ll probably present us as something recent but not same day recent.”

“Should I stay up too?” Mia didn’t know what her role in this would be. 

Tom stood and walked over to where she lingered by the stairs. He was touched at how she had opened up to him, slight though it was. It was there, he could feel it- the little buds that could maybe grow into the roots of a real marriage. 

Reaching out, he took her hand in his. These small acts of affection were easier to accept each time they happened but it was clear they still left her uncomfortable. It still very much felt like pretend to her. Mia struggled to believe he felt anything but duty in them. 

“Go on up to bed. I’ll be up as soon as I get done.” 

~~~~~<3

~~~~~<3

Stand still. 

Stand straight. 

Write slow and careful. 

Be neat. 

Breathe. 

Mia checked and double checked her spelling on the form. She sucked on a breath mint, feeling like she was a teenager again trying not to get caught. If they didn’t pull this part off, the cards would come crashing down.

When she was sure, through the muddy sludge of her alcohol steeped mind, she handed the form to Tom. He filled his portion out just as methodically. Every time he would glance up at her, his concentration was broke by a wide grin. 

He was an old hand at filling out forms. Muscle memory took care of what Mia had spent ages overthinking. 

She followed his lead as they returned to the counter. Identification was handed over and then it was time to wait. They stood stoic and still. Every bone in their body wanted to dance, to move and to be in the moment. 

Toms fingers wove through hers. He placed a chaste kiss on the back of her hand. Softly, he told her things that went in one ear and out the other, lost in the sound of blood rushing. 

“Here’s your packet. Identification is inside it.” The woman behind the counter sounded like she was reading from the dictionary to Mia. 

But not how Tom would sound reading from one. Tom would somehow sound breathtaking reading a dictionary. 

“Congratulations on your upcoming wedding.” 

“Thank you,” Tom said before leaning down and kissing Mia on her cheek. 

They had pulled it off. The woman either didn’t notice or simply didn’t care that the two standing in front of her were not just intoxicated but very intoxicated. This was the one test they had to pass and they did.

“We’re going to get married.” Mia leaned into Tom’s arm as they walked out of the building and into the magical night lights. 

“Let’s go make you Mrs. Hiddleston.” Tom whispered, grin wide was he wrapped his arm around her waist. 

“Let’s go get married.” She smiled up at him, trusting him to guide her safely. 

Tom couldn’t help but glance down at the woman tucked into his side. The flashing lights reflected off her warm brown hair and danced in her eyes. 

He felt something he had never felt before when he looked at her, when she smiled up at him. It could just be the alcohol but he didn’t think so. In his heart, he knew what he felt was a love pure and simple. It was a love he had been chasing and seeking since he had become a man. 

It was a love he needed logic and fear to step aside for him to see clearly. 

Love was waiting for him, he had to just be willing to see it. 

~~~~~<3

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12 and 22 for violence asks

thank you so much for the questions from the choose violence ask game, pal!

12. who is an unpopular character you actually like, and why should more people like them?

petunia dursley.

now, before i get attacked for child abuse apologism, obviously her treatment of harry is abhorrent and harry is right to never see her again once he leaves that house.

but no situation is purely black-and-white and no person is purely good-or-evil, and petunia is one of the most fascinating characters in the entire series because of how utterly full of contradictions she is.

she's bitter and self-righteous and prejudiced and rigid, and also lonely and grieving and longing to escape the mundane into a world of magic. she hates her sister and she loves her and she's furious at her for dying. she's a middle-class stereotype who clearly grew up nothing of the sort, and her clinging to keeping-up-appearances is because she knows her new social class is fragile and dependent on vernon. according to pottermore, she left cokeworth at the age of sixteen to move to london on her own, which is genuinely brave, a term that we never see applied to her. she loves her son but her love for him is corrupting. she is a victim and a perpetrator all at once. and this makes her somebody profoundly interesting to read and write and think about.

[she is also, i think, one of the primary victims in fandom spaces of the adult cast being massively aged up in the films. in the books, if we imagine that she is, at most, three years older than lily, she marries and has dudley when she's in her early twenties and her sister is dead by the time she's 23-24. it is also implied that vernon is quite a bit older than her, and their relationship reads very differently when that is taken into account.]

22. what is your favourite part of canon that everyone else ignores?

that snape's worst memory is as much about voldemort as it is harry, snape, and the marauders.

seeing the memory and realising that his father was "every bit as arrogant as snape had always told him" is a major trigger for personality growth for harry.

he tends, throughout the series, to have a very black-and-white interpretation of things - people he likes are good, people he dislikes are bad, his perception of things is the correct one - but confronting the fact that snape's views of the marauders are justified starts him on the path towards understanding nuance in people which is fulfilled in deathly hallows.

in contrast, another orphan who looks absolutely identical to his father [and who, i am reasonably convinced, also has his mother's eyes] is unable to go on this journey towards nuance. when dumbledore first encounters him, tom riddle has an imagined view of his father every bit as hero-worshipping as harry's of james, but, unlike with harry, finding out he is wrong totally destabilises his entire world. it is one of the most profound differences in harry and voldemort's otherwise incredibly similar characters, and one which I think is much more interesting than the nebulous, dumbledore-ish concept of love-as-sacrifice.

[voldemort's relationship with his parents, especially his mother, is something i love more broadly: the fact he's furious when hepzibah smith insults merope! the fact he spends ages monologuing to harry in the graveyard about her! the fact he lies to himself that tom riddle sr. hated magic rather than, you know, being raped! the fact that his mother's locket is the only horcrux he hides in a place meaningful to him from childhood! he is such a mammy's boy, albeit one very much in want of a mammy, and i love fics that draw that aspect of canon out.]

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#asks answered #choose violence ask game #petunia defence league

[oh-surprise-its-me]

Because I'm scribbling a thing (I'll translate it too, cause it involves chris~.but mostly focus on jake inheriting Papa's tendency of launching himself into danger) I now have this! Maybe future Jake x roos, definitely Jake and javy being absolutely close attached to the hip since forever.

Roos and Jake are tryimg to work things out, but Bradley finds himself being jealous. he never expected to be, but he is the moment he sees Jake and javy being so close.

Javy is one really affectionate one, always going for some sort of touch. Basically the way tom and ron are, the way Ron would wrap himself around Tom when they were younger. He doesn't remember enough of how affectionate his father was with mav.

Jav and Jake talking, leaning into each other space, kinda conspiring and Bradley is like "oh... it's so obvious they love each other. How else you explain that?"

(Javy finishes scolding Jake for some sort of scary stunt he pulled. Jake being like "but I'm alive and well JavBaby! Walking on my own even!")

Hehe I’m going to make Bradley cry to Tom about his boy problems

When Jake dropped himself out of the plane and at Javy he didn’t even think about the possibility he wouldn’t be caught. Javy has always caught him. Anytime. Anywhere.

Javy caught him out of his plane. He sets him on the ground and starts shaking Jake. “What is wrong with you. You could’ve died oh my god Jake.” Javy grabs Jake into a hug and just kisses his head.

Bradley watches all of this happen from where he’s leaning against his own plane, he has that sinking feeling in his stomach. He knows what affection looks like between couples. He knows what he’s seeing.

-

Bradley thought him and Jake were clear. Bradley had been pretty damn obvious that he likes Jake.

Apparently he was blind and didn’t see Jake loving Javy more. Apparently Jake had no problem flirting with Bradley even though Javy had his hand in his back pocket minutes before.

Bradley can’t help the tears that come on his dads couch. It’s dumb but he can’t stop picturing the kiss Jake presses to Javy’s cheek. He hears the front door open.

“Bradley?”

Oh good it’s Tom. “Hey dad.”

Tom drops his bag and goes to his kid. He pets the hair out of Bradley’s face. “Hon why are you crying.”

Bradley sniffs. He thinks about it for a second before confessing, “I’m in love with Jake but he loves Javy. I just needed to cry about it for a while.”

Tom blinks at him. “Jake is in love with Javy? Hon are you sure?”

Bradley let’s another sob come out, he nods. Tom wipes his face from the tears. “You are your fathers son good lord.”

Bradley blinks, he looks up at Tom, “huh?”

Tom kisses his forehead, “Javy has a fiancé-”

Bradley sobs he can’t stop it, “they’re getting married?? Oh dad I can’t I can’t do that. I love him. I want him to be happy and if that’s with Javy fine but oh god. No never mind it’s fine. I’ll take Jake as a friend you can’t ever tell Ron about this oh fuc-”

Tom smacks Bradley. He knows he shouldn’t but he needs to snap him out the panic attack he’s heading straight for. “No baby. Javy is engaged to Bob. Jake is very single and I’m quoting Ron here, ‘desperately wants you.”

Bradley blinks up at his dad, “what no way. They act so together.”

Tom sighs. “Did Jake ever tell you that Chris thought Ron and I were together, hell that Mav thought the three of us were together.”

“No?”

Tom tucks Bradley under his arm, he kisses his kids head. “Kiddo Jake and Javy are exactly how Ron and I are, closer then brothers, love each other for no end but not romantically involved.”

Bradley shoves his face into Tom’s shoulder. “I have a chance?” Tom laughs. “More then a chance I’m pretty sure if you asked Jake to marry you tomorrow he would say yes.”

There’s a beat of silence. “Don’t actually ask him to marry you tomorrow. Ask him out for an actual date first.” Bradley laughs, “don’t pull what Mav did and ask Jake to marry me after only six months of dating?”

Tom grins, “your father is an idiot, but yeah don’t do that even if Jake would say yes.”

Bradley sits up. Plans are forming in his head. “I’ve gotta go dad I’ll see you later. Love you!”

He jumps off the couch and runs out of the house passing Mav on the sidewalk, who spins in place to watch his kid. “Brad drive safe!” “I will love you too pops!”

Mav shakes his head, their kid is wild.

-

When Jake opens his apartment door he’s expecting the Thai food. Instead is one Bradley Bradshaw.

Holding said Thai.

Jake sighs. He wanted a peaceful night where he could forget about how in love with Bradley he is and just catch up on the bachelorette.

There went those plans.

“Bradley? Not that I’m not happy to see you but what are you doing here?”

Bradley shuffles his feet. He tilts his head in a way that makes Jake wonder if that’s how he got the name rooster. Jake watches his mouth open and close.

Jake sighs, “just come in we can split the Thai.”

Jake snatches the bag of food out of his hand and leaves the door open. He pulls out plates since his original plan was eating out of boxes and having leftovers for tomorrows dinner. He knows Bradley will eat those leftovers. He guesses he can just go to his dads house for that dinner since cooking has been exhausting recently.

“Sorry if I’m ruining plans. I uh, just took the food from the delivery guy and said I was your husband so he’d give it to me.”

Jake slammed his hand into the drawer when hearing the word husband come out of Bradley’s mouth. “Oh god Jake are you okay?”

Bradley comes over and takes his hand, he gently bends the joints. “Any feel broken?” Jake can only shake his head, he’s starting to wonder if he’s unconscious and didn’t make it out of the plane yesterday.

“Bradley not that I don’t like you but why are you here. You don’t do this with me. You do it with Nat. Not me though.”

Jake sits down at the counter when he talks, he’s so tired.

Bradley at least has the nerve to look guilty. He sits next to Jake, “you’re right. We don’t do this. But what if we did?”

Jake laughs. It’s not funny. It’s ripping his heart out. Fuck he wishes he could hit pause and ask his dads for help. “Christ Bradley what do you even mean by that.” Bradley smiles, “can I just talk before you interrupt me?”

Jake pulls the wine he was drinking over to himself. He drains the glass before pouring a bit more, “Go ahead flyboy.”

Bradley inhales, he thinks for a second before he takes Jake’s hand. “I thought you and Javy were dating and I like you Jake. I love you. I want to date you, I’m sorry I ever caused you so many issues.”

That’s it, Jake died in the plane and his brain is running through everything he’s ever craved in life, he wonders when all of the celebrities he’s had crushes on will show up. He can’t wait to kiss Anderson Cooper.

“Jake? Can you say something?”

Jake blinks at Bradley. He sets the wine glass down and takes Bradley’s other hand. “On the theory that I’m currently dead, yeah Bradley I’m in love with you too, of course I am. How could I not love you.”

“Currently dead theory?”

Jake laughs, he picks the wine back up and drains it again. “Sure, why else would you love me back. I’ve been flirting with you for months and you’ve done nothing.”

Bradley looks like he’s about to cry, “you’re not dead baby.” He squeezes Jakes hand.

Oh fuck.

He’s not dead.

“Oh fuck Bradley you like me?” Bradley grins, “love is more the word I’d use.”

Jake feels his own tears run down his face. “Can I Kiss you?” Bradley nods, he moves his hands to hold Jake’s face, it’s a soft kiss.

It’s a fabulous kiss, Jake pulls away with a gasp, “Javy is going to be so happy he doesn’t have to hear me despair over you anymore.”

Bradley let’s put a laugh, “Nat is the same, she’ll probably throw a party.”

Jake stands, he grabs the food and drags Bradley over to the couch. “We’re counting this as a date and you’re not going to judge me for my tv shows I watch to relax.”

Bradley leans over and kisses Jake again, it’s a faster kiss, “I won’t judge you for anything.”

They both dig into the food, they’re glancing at each other more often then the tv.

-

They end up asleep in Jake’s bed, he’s curled on top of Bradley’s chest. Jake doesn’t normally get to feel small but with Bradley he does. They’re holding hands, they both sleep through the night with no nightmares. When they wake up in the morning Bradley makes breakfast for Jake.

It might’ve taken a while to get there but they did it. And now they’ve got each other.

#jake hangman seresin #jake hangman seresin x bradley rooster bradshaw #bradley rooster bradshaw #hangster #tom iceman kazansky #mentioned Chris Seresin #mentioned Ron Kerner #slider is jake’s dad #top gun maverick #top gun #mentioned Pete Mav Mitchell #hope you like it Aki!!

[officialsporkintheroad]

Dear Diary

Fandom: Harry Potter

Pairing: one-sided Tom Riddle/Harry Potter | one-sided Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter | one-sided Ginny Weasley/Harry Potter | one-sided Myrtle Warren/Harry Potter

Warnings: Canon-typical Violence, Tom being a murderous psycho, strong language

Summary: Everything Tom Riddle knows about Harry Potter came to him second-hand from the morons in love with the boy.

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Despite what one might think, Tom Riddle did not first hear of Harry Potter from Ginny Weasley’s fruitlessly pathetic ramblings on her crush.

No.

He learned the cursed name, Harry Potter, from Draco Malfoy’s fruitlessly pathetic ramblings on his crush.

But let’s back up a moment. It started like this:

It was three weeks to the start of his second year and Draco was in a mood.

(If any of his dormmates had been consulted, they would argue that Draco was almost always in a Mood, capital “m” intended, and that really you’d be better off saving your breath and counting the times he wasn’t having some sort of a fit.)

Three weeks left of summer hols and Draco was still struggling to fully master his new Nimbus 2001. Which was a necessity if he was going to make Slytherin seeker—and he would, he had to, he had to beat Potter. Potter, who had already been made Gryffindor seeker a whole year ahead. When first years weren’t even supposed to be on the house teams or have their own brooms!

All of which he was dead set on ranting about to his father, if only because Father would sneer and huff about Potter too while Mother would merely hum and say, “Draco dear, if the boy matters so much to you, why don’t you write him?”

Except his father wasn’t in his office when Draco went to check. And he knew his father’s study was supposed to be off limits when he wasn’t home, though the particular reasoning as to why had long been forgotten. But he was just so…so irritated.

And there, sitting on a pile of things father had set aside to take to Borgin & Burke’s in light of the more aggressive dark-artifact raids that had been happening lately, sat a perfectly blank diary. Completely unused.

Rubbish, Draco thought, admiring his father’s cleverness because the scheme was obvious: convince Borgin that the diary was some dark artifact and sell it for a decent sum when in truth it was nothing more than a bit of leatherbound parchment that had once belonged to some…Tom Riddle bloke.

Normally, Draco might’ve been put off in using something that was clearly second-hand, but if he only used it to write about Potter…and if he ripped those pages out afterward and burned them…well, what did it matter? He needed to get the words out somehow and this seemed as good an option as any.

So he took it, the diary that belonged to Tom Riddle. And for the first time in 50 years, magic began to stir within the pages.

“Stupid Potter with his stupid curly hair that’s all dark and soft. And his stupid green eyes, looking like emeralds. How ridiculous. And his stupid little smile, the one that’s all smug and his teeth are stupidly straight. And when he’s riding on his stupid broom doing flips in the air—who stands on a broom to catch a snitch? In his mouth?”

Tom could feel himself losing braincells.

Truly, the only thing stopping Tom from outright murdering the insipid child for using his diary for this drivel was the fact that the magical signature was so clearly a nice dark gray. It would be a shame to kill off a potential ally just because they were young and stupid. With any luck, they’d grow up to be powerful and at least slightly less stupid, and even if this trite crush on the thrice-damned Potter persisted, at least the Potters were a pureblood family who had been known to marry in with the Blacks before.

“That is quite ridiculous,” Tom wrote back, because it was always best to seem in agreement with people you were hoping to manipulate. “My name is Tom Riddle. May I ask how you came upon my diary?”

There was a flicker of surprise, hesitation, considering.

“It was on my father’s desk,” the child wrote eventually. “And I’m Draco Malfoy, heir of the Malfoy family.”

“Ah, a pleasure. I knew Abraxas Malfoy quite well when we were in school.”

“Really? He was my grandfather.”

That was quite a bit more time than Tom had been expecting. At his last true memory, Abraxas had only been 16 himself and it was hard to imagine him older, perhaps graying—not that you’d be able to tell, really, with the Malfoy platinum blond—not only married but with children. With grandchildren, Merlin’s beard. He did the math quickly and estimated it must have been at least 40-50 years since he’d made the diary then.

He wondered where his other self was, if he’d accomplished everything he set out to do. If he’d made more horcruxes, the seven they’d planned on.

“And who’s this boy you’re rambling about then?” Even if the nonsense about the Potter child was useless, it was always good to build rapport, let Draco think Tom was interested in what he had to say, that Tom could be trusted. Then he could ask what he really wanted to know.

“Harry Potter. He’s an arrogant snob who thinks he’s better than everyone just because he was supposed to have defeated the Dark Lord as a baby—”

If Tom had any sense of bodily functions trapped in the diary, he would have just choked. As it was, he felt frozen with dread and fury and confusion all blending together. The Potter boy had done what?

“—if you buy into that. Father says it’s just Dumbledore’s propaganda and that the Dark Lord isn’t really dead, so that means that Potter’s just full of shit I mean he’s not nearly as impressive as he thinks he is. Can you believe he refused to shake my hand? As if he, a half-blood, was better than me.”

Just what the hell had happened while Tom had been trapped away in the diary? Clearly his other self had fallen far if he’d been bested by a baby.

At least it seemed that Abraxas’s son was still loyal if he truly believed Voldemort wasn’t gone. And trusted with guarding a piece of Voldemort’s soul, no less.

Yes, Tom was confident the elder Malfoy would do what was needed to sort this mess out.

---

Tom was most definitely not confident in the elder Malfoy. The man was a moron.

Case in point: he’d given away the diary to miserable little mouse of a first-year named Ginny-not-Ginevra. If he was feeling generous, perhaps he would have allowed that this might be a plan to offer up a life-force for Tom to feed off of, maybe even give him the opportunity to open the Chamber of Secrets again. Tom was not feeling generous, however, and so the elder Malfoy was going to suffer immensely once Tom got out of this damned book.

Because what were the odds of the only two people writing in his diary in the past 50 years both having a crush on the same boy, who also happened to be the person allegedly responsible for killing Tom’s counterpart.

If he had to hear one more word about Harry Potter…

“He’s so nice and sweet and handsome. He said hello to me that morning at breakfast, his smile so warm. And his eyes…they’re so green. Like—”

Let me guess, emeralds, Tom thought to himself, eyes rolling.

“—like a fresh-pickled toad. Oh. That could be a good poem, don’t you think Tom?”

Poetry. Dear God. No.

Was this some sort of cosmic justice for making a horcrux? If so, Tom was almost tempted to wish he could take it back.

“Hm. His eyes are green as a fresh-pickled toad/His hair…hm…his hair is dark as…a blackboard. Yes. I like that. And of course he’s so heroic too, defeating You-Know-Who and ending the war. I wonder if he’s like all the heroes in the stories? You know, romantic and noble.”

“Perhaps if you talked to him, you might find out,” Tom offered, trying to keep the snippiness out of his writing. Regardless of whether it was the elder Malfoy’s intention or not, Tom was going to take advantage of this situation to make his great return. Starting with the terror of opening the Chamber, petrifiying as many mudbloods as possible. Then he’d suck the life out of Ginny-not-Ginevra so that she’d never have to burden another soul with her incessant, inane chatter.

And if he was very, very lucky, he’d get the chance to kill Harry Potter too, and he’d make it hurt.

“Oh no. I could never just talk to Harry. What would I even say? He’s too cool. He’d never even make time for someone like me.”

But in the meantime, perhaps Tom could still have some fun.

“Then you must make him see you. Perhaps once you finish your poem, you could send it to him.”

“That’s a great idea, Tom! You’re the best!”

---

Somehow, Ginny-not-Ginevra had cottoned onto the fact that Tom was controlling her. A pity, too, since she’d been so very easy to bend to his will. Her mind was weak, feeble, and it had taken next to nothing to possess her.

Perhaps he’d dragged it out too long. If he’d ended her sooner, she wouldn’t have had the chance to throw him into the women’s loo. The indignity of it was unparalleled, and for that, Ginny-not-Ginevra was going to die slowly, painfully, and screaming.

Especially since Myrtle Warren—who had been enough of a blight upon humanity in his own time—was still loitering around the bathroom where she’d died. On the plus side, she was intangible and therefore couldn’t write. That small measure of good news was massively outweighed by the fact that as a spirit with a very strong tie to the mortal realm, Myrtle Warren was capable of projecting her thoughts. Right. Into. Tom’s. Diary.

Not that she knew she was doing it, but still.

“It’s so miserably lonely here. If only Harry would come back. He’s so handsome and so nice. The nicest boy I’ve ever met. Maybe he’ll die and want to share the bathroom with me. Oh! Maybe he’ll drown in the tub—”

There was a lot to unpack there and Tom wasn’t going to touch any of it. Instead, he tried to project his own murderous intent as loudly as possible to get her to shut the hell up, but either it wasn’t a two-way radio or Myrtle’s own whining was too loud to let anything else through.

If I could kill her again, I would, he thought uncharitably when she started scream-sobbing loud enough to wake the dead.

---

If it had been anyone else—anyone else—Tom would have been relieved to have been picked up off the floor of the bathroom and laid out to dry on a nice desk somewhere warm. But…

“Hello. My name is Harry Potter.”

He’d fucking had it with Harry fucking Potter.

Yes, the boy was decent enough not to ramble and instead got straight to the point. Blunt, though not rude. Curious, if naïve and too trusting. And when Tom had pulled Harry into his diary, the boy’s magic was not the blinding brightness he’d expected from the light’s savior but dove gray. Balanced and soft and—

And Harry Potter was a disappointingly average, useless boy who Tom would not waste another moment on.

He would lure Ginny-not-Ginevra back to him, use her life force to regain a body of his own, and then…

Then, the world would be his.

---

“Ginny. Ginny, please wake up—”

“She won’t wake,” Tom said, stepping out of the shadows.

There, finally in front of him in the flesh, stood Harry Potter. Perhaps Tom should have expected it—didn’t everyone say Harry was heroic, self-sacrificing, a fearless savior? Still, he hadn’t really thought…Harry, able to find the Chamber, able to speak the parseltongue to open it, traverse the passageways only to arrive here, alone and woefully unprepared, and yet somehow still fierce.

Dark hair curling against pale skin, smudge with dirt and grime and looking all the more battle-ready for it. Spark-bright eyes; they really were an almost alarming shade of green. Like the killing curse itself. And yet the most compelling element—something which had to be seen in person to be understood, the very thing that had been missing from all of the disgustingly lovelorn descriptions of Harry—was the angry, sharp, vicious something hiding underneath that veneer of goodness.

Tom wanted to dig his fingers into it and bring it to the surface, rip away all the unnecessary heroism and pretense of goodness, carve until all the was left were the shimmering gems of potential buried not-so-deep in the boy. Tom could do it, too. Harry would not be easy to bend to his will, not like Ginny-not-Ginevra, not like his schoolfellows, not like the teachers he wrapped around his fingers.

No. Harry Potter would be a challenge, and—

Oh.

Oh.

Oh no.

#hp #harry potter x tom riddle #tomarry #fanfic #it occurred to me that I meant to post this short fic on tumblr but never did #so here you have it

[findingtomarrymort]

hey! I remember a tomarry fanfic where harry time traveled back to tom's time (I think he was a slytherin with him) and tom starts getting suspicious of him and eventually comes to wrong conclusion that harry is his soulmate bc he speaks parseltongue and bc of harry's horcrux. i remember tom traps harry in some sort of ritual circle ? and talks to him about how he's his soulmate

hello! sorry for like, the loooooooooongest delay in response (i got sick, recuperated, got sick again and did take a break 🙇‍♀️🤣) i couldn't find the super exact fic from the description OP but we really tried 😭 lmk in case you remember anything more! thanks also to everyone who tried to help! (if any of you do know the exact fic please dont hesitate to rb or reply! ❤️)

Bonded One by Stephke23

Summary: As a last resort to believe in love, Tom calls for his bonded one and pulls Harry through time, to him.

I Waited For You, In The Shadows Of Time by watchingvfall_n_drown

Summary: In a twist of fate, Harry is stranded in a time when Grindelwald has just been defeated and First Wizarding War hasn't begun yet. Desperate for answers, he still has the presence of mind to keep himself hidden from all, especially the power figures of the Wizarding World. And then all his carefully built hope and shelter shatters one day, in the shores of the black lake.

Formerly Tom Riddle, now Voldemort comes upon one that captures him with their beauty and magic, stroking the inevitable desire. Like all the pretty things he has collected, this will be no different. Unfortunately for him, his newest obsession has a will of its own and no intention of quietly acquiescing.

Will Harry be able to find a way home? Or a reason to stay? And will the Dark Lord find more than a desire to possess in his heart? Even as the two fated ones find each other again, the world moves on. There is still a Dark Lord and still a headmaster with sharp eyes on the horizon.

Plant Your Fields of Lavender and Chamomile by Araceil

Summary: "Many people have pursued me over the years, but very few have done so with even half of the skill or dedication you have displayed. And then there is your magic.” He had to stop there, feeling it pulse with heat and fire and oh to feel it on his skin, he wanted to wrap it in his own and sink into him - but he wasn’t about to do something so vulgar in a public location.

“What of it?” the young man demanded defensively, bristling uncertainly.

“Marry me.”

His stalker blinked, mouth opening slightly in disbelief.

He just smirked at him, “Your dedication is incredibly gratifying, and your magic is lovely. You have most assuredly won me over. Marry me. I assure you, I will be a very good husband.”

When Harry Potter found himself stumbling into the 1960's, confused and lost after getting caught in some manner of ritual shenanigans masterminded by remnants of the Death Eaters, he didn't know what to expect. So he did what he did best, he went looking for trouble. And he found it. Tom Riddle should be in Albania, and Harry's determined to find out why before anyone else dies. Even if he has to marry him to do it.

#tomarry #hp #harrymort #time travel

[ezlebe]

Day 3 - 'Oh' moment.

Greg swallows hard, blinking while looking up as Tom pulls away. He has white noise building between his ears, and he can’t even remember what he had been expecting when Tom walked across the room, but it… It hadn’t been a kiss on the forehead.

It hadn’t been a kiss anywhere.

He hesitantly looks into Tom’s eyes, trying desperately to read whatever is going on behind them. He leans forward, just a bit, as Tom lets go, but it goes unnoticed, while Tom backs away and leaves him hovering against the wall. He watches Tom just… walk out like nothing had just happened, leaving the door open; he might almost think nothing had, if it wasn’t for the damp echo of feeling on his forehead and the desk next to him on its side.

He swallows again, nervously, as people peek into the office, and finds himself raising his hands in a double thumbs up. “It was good news.”

Greg thinks, anyway, since he’s forgotten sort of what – Right, not going to prison. Yeah. Good news.

He thinks about closing the door, but reaches out and bends instead to pull his desk back up. It’s heavier than he expected, and he lands on the floor behind it, nearly impaling his calf with the desk leg. Or, hitting it, at least, which would probably hurt pretty bad. He sits there for a few seconds, leading into a minute, then even longer, and finds his knees bending up against his chest while his breath stutters slightly in his chest.

Fuck.

Tom… He –

Greg scrubs a hand into his hair.

Like, Tom tore up the office. He was… excited and like is, as a rule, a little unstable, so he tore up the office because he is a human tornado, and – and then he kissed Greg. Out of nowhere. It wasn’t a serious sort of kiss, like on the mouth, but –

Greg uneasily recalls Tom’s last… bout with anxiety, or whatever that had been, where he’d told some story about an emperor, evidently Tom, killing his wife, probably Shiv, to marry a slave, explicitly Greg, and… And then Tom had gotten sort of violent, which was like the opposite of what just happened, but also sort of the same?

…Holy shit, was Tom like serious about all that?

No, that would be totally nuts.

Probably.

Tom cannot have a-a crush on Greg, like… No one gets crushes on Greg. He assumes? He’s never had anyone like say they did… except for now-maybe Tom, a few weeks ago, but that had been like a super weird way to say it.

Greg stares through his fingers at the thin, itchy carpet.

It is Tom, though, so it could have been weirder...

Wow.

Greg feels a laugh hiccup through his chest. He kind of feels so…

No, no, this is actually bad, isn’t it? Tom is super married, despite the murder talk, so it cannot go anywhere or they’re both extremely fucked… in like a couple of interesting ways…?

Wait, no. No, Greg can’t think like that about it. He can’t like think about any of it. Crap, he has to… He has to keep it from going any further, for the sake of his office, if nothing else, since Tom is like up to property destruction to balance intimate acts, but he like has to do it without actually saying it, since asking to work somewhere else didn’t turn out so great, so.

Greg could ask someone else to go out with him and then he’ll be unavailable. Like, really, if Tom can get a crush on Greg, now, then it probably won’t be hard to get anyone to go out with him. It’s not like Tom is any kind of an easy sell. The first time they hung out is enough proof of that, since Tom ignored every attempt Greg made to flirt with him back then, but something must have changed.

Greg must have changed and not even noticed it. He changed enough that like he even charmed Tom on… mostly on accident. He just has to find like anyone else, and do it again, on purpose, which is easy enough, and all this risky stuff will be avoided.

…It kind of sucks, though, how much he wishes he did have to do it.

#tomgreg #this is a very loose interpretation of a saying that i dont actually entirely understand what it is referencing #tomgregweek

[tsintotwo]

(Part 3/4)

3rd post talking about Tom Sturridge in his projects (Earlier: Parts 1 and 2)

Being Julia (2004)- Movie about a stage diva and her midlife crisis + resolution (affair w/ younger man, disillusion, value of family). Tom plays Julia's 17y/o son. He is 100% a classic upper class Brit boy in this- all white shirts, sensible haircut, and blinding good looks. Small role, but he's pitch-perfect. This is one of his earliest works (edit: his first role as a grownup actor, actually!), but you can't tell at all from the movie. Also, our boy has just always had a very nice voice, huh.

A Waste of Shame (2004)- Who are Shakespeare's sonnets really about? This BBC tv movie was a fictionalized exploration of that. It is on youtube...in Spanish- which, even if the dubbing wouldn't have thrown me off, I don't speak anyway. But someone very kindly uploaded all of Tom's scenes and that's what I watched. Shakespeare wrote a bunch of gay poems about a 'fair youth'- W.H. We don't know who this really was irl, but in the movie W.H. is earl Will Herbert, played by Tom. Now, this is what Shakespeare wrote: "A woman’s face with nature’s own hand painted/Hast thou, the master-mistress of my passion..." So, clearly they needed someone really, really pretty for this role. Tom says bet. Wouldn't say he embodied the androgynous vibe, but a VERY fair youth indeed. AND charming. I could totally see The Bard writing 'Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?' about him. Not seeing the whole movie, I can't be sure, but it seemed like the guy playing Shakespeare (Rupert Graves)... didn't, uh, slay? I mean, Tom's switching it on (we all know what that's like) and his vibe is like 'meh'. We could have more chemistry (which was supposed to be the POINT). But, oh, well.

The Boat That Rocked/Pirate Radio (2009)- Man, a proper British comedy is such. a. DELIGHT!!! This movie made me laugh hysterically and lifted my heart in a way few things have recently. It's about a pirate(=unlicensed) radio station in the 60s that broadcast govt. unapproved content- from a boat. It has an ensemble cast, but Tom features pretty prominently- he's often the audience-POV character. Big names in the cast, and Tom was on par with every single one of them. Honestly, after a while I stopped seeing Tom and just saw 'Young Carl'- his character. And I loved Young Carl. Just- do yourself a favor and watch this movie, okay? (I wish Tom would do more comedies)

Effie Gray (2014)- About the (terrible) marriage of famous art critic John Ruskin and his wife Effie. Effie (Dakota Fanning) eventually falls in love with painter John Everett Millais- Tom in the movie. This movie... is a bit too straightforward imo, it could've been more nuanced (but then sometimes it's too subtle, to the point of making things vague). What I LOVED tho: loads of shots in this look like gorgeous old paintings. Anyway, about Tom: this is actually the movie where he felt most unlike Tom to me (well, except Sandman. I've racked up HOURS looking at this man at this point, and still when I see Morpheus, I just see Morpheus- non-human Dreamlord, not a human actor. Anyway). Tom as Everett looks different (handsome still ❤️) in period clothing and with a beard, but that's not it. He's... grounded in this. We see his quiet air of compassion and conflict, love blooming from kindness and sympathy. Zero sexy vibes, silent attraction, patience and respect. Just, so clean and pure *chef's kiss* (I will say tho, in usual Tom fashion we see every subtlest thing he feels on his face and eyes whereas Dakota is... blank a lot of times. Not the best performance from her.) The movie sort of has an open ending and I had to google this-but Effie and Everett irl ended up getting married, yay! (And had EIGHT children- all right babes!)

Skin (2019)- (Plot: What if Alexa was your grief counselor?) Tom's character is a wreck in this short film- he's gross, broken, and slowly killing himself. As the film requires, he's been shot very unflatteringly, and the camera is on him 100% of the time. So, at the end of the 11 minutes, when your heart is absolutely breaking for him, you know it's not because you were attracted to Tom, it's because he's just that good. Gosh, I watched this 3 times already. A little gem. (Watch here)

I think one more post and I can wrap this series up, 'cause all that's left is Tom's cameos, mostly. Then I might do a bonus ep with links to performances/interviews/fanvids that are worth looking at imo. We'll see. Till then.

#tom sturridge #dream of the endless #morpheus #sandman #the sandman #a waste of shame #shakespeare #effie gray #being julia #pirate radio #the boat that rocked #skin 2019 #john everett millais

[tomionefinds]

I need some dark volmione, i know that you have tags but i'm looking for some new dark romance volmione

Hey Anon, Posting our Volmione tag here just in case and adding a few other fics for you. As always if any followers know of others feel free to post in the comments! -JD

A Mudblood's Revenge by NerysDax E/Ma | Complete | 14k As an adult member of the Order of the Phoenix, Hermione Granger finds the organisation grossly ineffective and questions the wisdom of its leader, Albus Dumbledore. She decides to take matters into her own hands. Volmione.

Between the Devil and the Deep Blue Sea by Perhentian.en M | Complete | 252k Hermione had grown quite used to help Harry each time her friend managed to end up in some impossible situation, and this even if the war with Voldemort had been over for a long time. But when Harry, faced with the destruction of the magical world, decides to throw his friends back in time, Hermione is appalled. And what about this reckless plan of his to somehow use Voldemort?

Wandlore by Ciule Series: Wandlore [1] E/Ma | Complete | 98k Oh, the locket whispered to her too, not only the boys, telling her all kinds of tales, and it had even suggested a ludicrous idea, that she’d take the Horcrux to Voldemort, getting a reward beyond all measure.

No Justice for the Wicked by BareWithMeHoney E/Ma | WIP | 47k Voldemort wins the war and wants to amuse himself by torturing Potter's Mudblood into insanity. How far will he go? How long will Hermione last? And can unexpected things happen in the abyss, where every last shred of humanity has been stripped away?

Revision and Rescript by QueenOfTheDreamers (QueenOfDreamers) NR | Complete | 80k Hermione Granger is embroiled in an unhappy marriage to Ron Weasley and haunted by the scars left behind by Lord Voldemort's decades-long assault on the wizarding world. After being given a mysterious Time-Turner, she makes the bold decision to travel back in an attempt to change the course of history as she's known it. She arrives in 1968, to a wizarding Britain where Tom Riddle has just returned from the Continent and is struggling to gain traction as Lord Voldemort. Can Hermione stop his rise, or shift the sands of time in ways that will save lives? Or will her time travel have all sorts of unintended consequences for the people she loves? Volmione slow-burn.

The Riddle Effect by Bellemedusa Series: The Granger Effect Series [2] E/Ma | Complete | 35k What if Tom Riddle's Diary ended up in Hermione's possession? What if Hermione Granger had her own Prophecy? What if she became Voldemort's treasure? From The Granger Effect's multiple timelines, this is the story of the worst case scenario. The outcome everyone was trying so hard to avoid. Or simply, Voldemort's dream timeline fulfilled.

Two Steps From Hell by ssserpensssotia M | Complete | 212k The road to hell is often paved with good intentions. LV/HG, Complete.

The Contract by Lady Miya M | Complete | 151k Greetings Wife; Imagine my surprise when I found out I was married. I am convinced you all have some clever plan behind it. However, make no mistake, I will not let myself be played. - Voldemort. Rated M for a reason. Read warnings.

Captive Audience by Magentasouth E/Ma | WIP | 175k Hermione is captured by Death Eaters before the trio can leave on the Horcrux hunt Death

Lustful Smiles by ReggieBlack M | Complete | 2k We all know that Harry, Ron and Hermione defeated the Dark Lord. But what would happen if the rescue at Malfoy Manor went wrong? A Volmione story, rated M for later sexual content.

#volmione #dark #post hogwarts au #post war

[pollyna]

On this queer house (and I'm sorry for the running comments? annnd it got shippy lol):

Class '86:

Wolfman: gay but when the kids start using the moronsexual name he starts to identify with that because he married Hollywood, didn't he?

Hollywood: gay and he would like to say to his husband that he's the moron, not him, get it?

Sundown: bi

Chipper: bi

Slider: bi even if thought he was straight for the longest of times (did know u were that old, Ronnie)

Iceman: gay/homosexual/gay (the day he comes out to Ron he would liked to answer: and during summer the sand is hot. Something other earth breaking truth I should made aware of?)

Goose: queer (he serenades them and leaves them with a broken heart, and then Carole comes around and his brain fries once and for all)

Maverick: the bi king

Cougar: he's probably gay but he's repressed af so he says he's the most heterosexual person on this and other planets (I read too many past!cougar/iceman where he breaks iceman's heart to not be of part)

Merlin: not enough informations on him but after surviving being Mav's backset he will probably reconsider half of his life

Jester & Viper: they're tired dads™️ nothing else is required by them, that's says more than anything else.

People around the '86 class:

Carole: bi

Charlie: bi? (me🤝charlie: questioning her sexuality)

Class '22(?):

Rooster: bi (the tale wants that Bradley realised he was bi while putting milk in his cereal, at the tender age of 13, obtaining to spill milk everywhere and on his uncle Tom's uniform too)

Hangman: gay (the day he did coming out with Javy he presented himself drapped in rainbow flag because he had to make an entrance. He was fifteen and Javy was still asleep. The cuddle a lot after because Javy was still sleeping Seresin.)

Coyote: he's the tired bisexual of the group for the love of god someone should give this man a break

Phoenix: greyro bisexual (she is the dangerous thing Halo sleeps with. Who needs a knife or a gun when she is there)

Bob: aroace (his&Phe queerplatonic relationship is life. Apparently in this language is known as the ay-ay spectrum bc you can't pronounce the a someone should give bob the maracas to play as introduction when they ask him his sexuality)

Halo: aro lesbian (Phe says she kisses her in the softest and more determined way someone has ever kissed her)

Omaha: biromantic asexual (flying as backset with Halo give him time to talk about shit he isn't really comfortable talking with everybody around)

Payback: gay (when he was five he asked his mom if he could fall in love with a plane because they were absolutely the best thing ever. Now he thinks the same everytime he looks at Mickey)

Fanboy: pan (his granma ironed the the flag for his first pride because don't you dare going around with that thing all wrinkled)

Harvard: greysexual homoromantic (his bio on Instagram says, Harvard graduate, medical doctor, Naval aviator, my other half snors)

Yale: gay (he's a big fan of ds9 and most of his photos have a quote of the tvshow expect from when he postes about Harvard, than is poetry. It's nauseating, the entire squad hates and loves it.)

Fritz: raging bi with a little application for older people that everybody in the NAVY knows about (see his crush on Admiral Kazansky)

People around the '22 class:

Cyclone: he's bi but he won't let anyone knows because he's not weak

Hondo: pan (his wife made him a patch that he wears for all June and it has the dagger squad insigna in but it isn't in black and white but in blue, pink and yellow)

Warlock: queer (he says the term fits quiet well with him and honest to God Navy is already hard enough without him having to question his own label. His cat is the most affectionate creature this planet has ever saw and sometimes he takes her to work because it's a good antistress and leaves Cyclone and his problems out of his door)

Penny: bi™️ (she meets Charlie, at someone point along the line, and they have a sort of rebound night because of Maverick but it stops being about Maverick 0.01 second after they kiss.)

#everybody's queer in this house don't fight me #but we can talk about it and discuss them for sure #the 86' class #the 20(22?)' class #the people around them too #lgbtqia+ characters #hope i haven't forgot anyone 🌈 #i'm not going to tag everyone or the shippy part it would take me a lifetime #but i'm going to say this: warlock is the tuvok of tpg:mav #top gun(1986) #top gun: maverick

[roseblancheenfleurs]

Untold story of magic ✨ 2

Warning ⚠️⚠️⚠️

Nsfw Content, Slight Degradation, later aged characters, fanfiction, toxic, rivals to lovers to enemies to spouses 😌,Muggle insult, cursing by underage etc.

Continuation .....

You hurried to the Godric 's Hollow , Potter's house.

It wasn't like this when you came here before on the birth of your grand nephew. The predicted chosen one, Harry Potter.

You ran into the house..., "James...Lily" you called for them only to find Minerva arguing with Dumbledore .

"... you handed over Harry to them" that's what you heard after entering .

Before they looked towards you.

"Harry? Where's Harry?"

You asked fearing the worse...

"He is in safe hands , don't worry Ms. Y/s (your surname)."Dumbledore assures as Minerva cuts him off.

She says more like acussing him of a grave crime, "You literally handed them over to those people who would hesitate to provide him the bare minimum "...

"THE DURSLEYS!" You screamed...

"Am I still not alive or am not enough strong to protect him?" You considered them the second dangerous people next to him.

"You still have that confidence in yourself Ms. Y/s.... Good good" it may seem to anyone that Dumbledore is encouraging you but the sarcasm can be seen dropping from that mocking gaze.

"Are you even aware that how easily Harry could be hunted down if he stays with you? plus he is with his closest relatives and I see absolute no difference between you and durselys especially the blood. And after that it's more dangerous to stay with you" He says while giving you a side gaze from the upper side of his glasses.

"hah!" You smirk and proceed to say those things over his face, "Obviously what can be expected from a fucking manipulating man because whom all these happened if only you didn't use that rotten head of yours "

"Truth is always bitter, my dear student, try hard maybe one day you could digest that, Just a few words of mine triggered you so easily, who knows if you hand over Harry to him yourself just by some false sugar coated words " he shows himself out of the murder scene . You could feel millions of needles piercing the heart. Standing there speechless cause of the amount of trust your most inspiring teacher had on you.

A tear escaped your eye remembering that day you still couldn't believe .

Like it was a day or two ago you gaining all fame and name, an interesting fact blowed your mind that being a muggle born magician meant you had a wizard/witch ancestry , that was the time you meet Him, the most renowned yet retired cosmetic potioneer known for the invention of Sleekeazy's Hair potion in 1926.None other than Mr . Fleamont Potter and His wife Euphemia Potter with their 11 year old son, James Potter.

A conversation soared,

Both of you were on the peak of your careers Fleamont and you have meet many times before for business purposes but today it was a informal meeting without any purpose.

Sitting inside a five star restaurant having dinner talking about many daily life things one of them was the family tree, many didn't know that you are a muggle born and assumed you were a pure blood.

"If Salvius Gryffindor didn't marry a muggle we could have been relatives through your maternal side, Ms. Y/s" Fleamont laughed.

Salvius Gryffindor brother of Godric Gryffindor not much mentioned in the wizarding scriptures shared the name as your Maternal ancestor who you found to be the only wizard in your bloodline Salvius YM/s(your mother's surname).

That was something you sort of calculated and suddenly felt a little tug on your lower sleeve. It was little James with pink blush spreading on his cheeks.

"What happened little one? " You asked him softly.

Seeing him shuttering infront of you Euphemia says, "James is a great fan of your books, He has been asking to meet for many days to get a sign of yours".

You see him helding out one of your first published books with his little hands, you never gave autographs but the scene of you felt too cute to be ignored.

You bring out your personal quill and gave a sign on the front cover.

"Happy now, little one" Those pupils could be literally seen to be shining. He rushed and hugged you.

With those sparkly eyes puppy eyes looking at your face he says with a wide smile, " Thank You". And you hugged him back with little kiss on the forehead that little face of his was completely red now. With three of you laughing at the shy kid.

The rest went well but a problem arised at the parting.

It was James clinging to your skirt set on his words to go with him.

"My parents are waiting for me ,They would worry if I don't go back" You try to free yourself from his grip trying not to hurt him.

"They will also stay with us we live in a big house, everyone will live together" He tightened the grip.

Both of his parents tried to make him understand to let you go. But who listens.

You see literally no way to make him understand. You knelt to his level and say, "You will be going to Hogwarts right?"

"Yes" He answers...

"I teach there... When you get there you can meet me whenever needed" You assure him with a sweet smile .

"Really" He says.

You nod in a positive way.

And that's the start. At Hogwarts, Every student, every teacher were scared of the pranks of the Marauders but they used to be the most well behaved infront of you. Enjoying afternoon tea, collecting herbs in the forbidden forest taking care of beasts, reading in library. It was a daily routine during the break time there would be a knock on your door only to find Minerva dragging James by his collar

"How did my dear friend thought to visit me?" You ask Minerva who was still panting .

"Take your student, Or one day I may beat the shit out of him" She says pointing towards the empty coat "Wait wasn't he just here"

James who sneaked away from her standing beside you holding your sleeve giggles.

"Why do you always behind him, Minerva?"

"Ask that trouble maker" She huffs sitting at the table pouring herself a cup of tea and drinking it.

"What did you do James?" You ask.

"The other day you said Cats are lactose intolerant" James says

"Yes I did"

"So I change Mimi's cow milk for tea with flour mixed with water"

"Hahaha" You laughed hearing it,

"You are laughing it off" Minerva gives you a glare.

"It was out of concern Minerva, Cats should not be given cow milk" You somehow convey your words through your laugh "James is just concerned about Mimi, right James?"

He nods. You never really scolded James about anything you always thought if Tom and You had a son, he would have been the age of James.

After parting with Tom you were never able to love someone else. Leading to be single even now. James seemed to be fulfilled all the absence of your dream family.

You slowly forgot the loneliness due to him.

During vactional breaks there were times you would take James to roam in the Diagon Alley trying new food and drinks, sometimes showing him your new inventions.

Like any other day you were walking down the street holding James in your hand both of your identity Hidden with cloaks you collided with another hooded figure.

Losing your balance you fell on the figure revealing a mature face with the same curly bangs , dark eyes familiar to you .

Tom Marvolo Riddle!?

[bmodiwrites]

Stay Cool, It's Just A Kiss

Howdy sailors! I'm busting out of my normal Steddie mold to dabble with TomGreg. This flew out of me like I was possessed. Here's hoping it at least makes sense! Read all of it down below or click over to AO3 to check it out there. It is rated E, so minors, don't do the thing... Let me know what you think - I could be persuaded to play with these two more in the future!!

Stomping, because he’s already feeling a little heated, Tom loudly makes his way into the ludicrously nice place Logan Roy is housing this all too glorious get together. He’s in the sort of mood that makes the glitz and glamor of richness around him not nearly as shiny as usual. Like always, Tom is floundering around water he doesn’t really belong in, just trying to stay alive.

He tells himself that’s why he unashamedly propositioned Shiv’s infant cousin. Playing it off as a joke is easy because this Greg doesn’t know him all that well. He’s not aware of Tom’s need to fill in the empty spaces with sarcasm and genuine assholishness. For all Cousin Greg knows, Tom is exactly how he described himself – a total fucking prick.

Yet, there’s a part of Tom that recalls the way Greg’s face looked in that awkward moment they experienced together. Usually, Tom is met with immediate disgust but Greg is more confused than anything. His eyebrows squint together heavily, as if scrunching up that gorgeous little face will give him the answer to the mystery that is Tom and his big fat mouth. Greg, who is a stranger to both Tom and the rest of the Roy’s, doesn’t really blink an eye. He simply stares at Tom – there’s no punch thrown or immediate denial. In fact, Tom is over the moon to remember the blush that prettily flitted across Greg’s face.

The infuriating repetition of that sight is the whole reason Tom had to excuse himself from the game in the first place. Between Roman being an asshole and the half-hard monster dick in his pants, Tom can’t focus. He needs to get away from the people who will have a field day if they ever learn about Tom’s instantaneous crush. Shiv knows him well enough to spot the truth in Tom’s proposition if Greg ever decides to buck up and share that little interaction. There’s no hiding from a truth that is only brushed to the side now because Greg doesn’t know any better. How can he – he hasn’t been playing ball with this crazy family they’re surrounded by – not like Tom. Tom understands the unspoken rules of existing amongst the Roy’s.

Never show weakness.

Always keep yourself in mind first.

Play your own game, no matter who you hurt.

With a tidbit of information like this, Tom is certain his entire department could be swept out from under him in the matter of days. It’s best to hold humiliating secrets tight to the chest as a means of protection.

Never mind the fact that Tom isn’t all that ecstatic about sharing the sight of his ill-timed boner with the rest of Shiv’s marvelous family. They already hate him – Tom is scared to think about the kind of fuel his inappropriate state at the moment could add to the rip-roaring bonfire already burning insignificant things down to the ground in its wake. Where the lunatics he’s hoping to marry into are concerned, Tom is better off being the joke than some ruddy pervert.

Upon entering a spare bedroom that no one else looked to be rooming in, Tom immediately let out a huge breath. His palm shifted to the front of his pants where his erection strains for attention. It’s too much to deal with at the moment, playing the never ending board of chess and navigating a midlife crisis where wanting to fuck a near child is actually a good idea. Never mind the fact that Greg, the man-child in question, is Shiv’s cousin. That in and of itself is a lot to unpack and Tom is already feeling a little desperate. Trying to make sense of any of it just isn’t in the cards right now.

Instead, Tom forces his hand back down to his side and away from the pounding need desperately trying to escape. Closing his eyes, Tom tries to think about something, anything at all, that gets his mind away from long legs and blinking doe eyes. He tries to pull up his first bout of embarrassment in seventh grade or the time his mom almost walked in on him jerking off – yet nothing works. There’s no escaping this blooming obsession.  

Tom, without the visual cues of the world around him, is better able to focus on the puzzled expression on Greg’s face and the way his first words aren’t no. He allows himself to picture Greg’s pupils blowing wide with arousal. The skin on the back of his neck prickles as that fantasy morphs into something a lot less wholesome than nature’s reaction to pleasant stimulus.

His mind shifts to those eyes looking up at him as Greg kneels between his legs, that same wrinkle to his brow there, too. Only now, it exists because Greg is focusing on the task at hand – deep throating Tom’s enormous cock and loving it. The vision of it is so vivid that Tom is genuinely disappointed when he blinks back to the here and now without any of his imagination following along.

He wants to curse at the person incessantly knocking at the door, disturbing his unsavory musings, but he’s seconds away from getting caught with his hands down his pants. In a lot of ways, the interruption is a blessing in disguise despite the feeling of hollowness opening up a little in Tom’s chest. Whatever’s waiting for him out there has to be better than a dirty round of masturbation in Logan Roy’s spare room.

----

All kinds of confused and a little turned on, Greg decides to follow Tom back into the house. It’s not like anyone is going to miss him – most of his ‘cousins’ are still calling him Craig, even. There’s no one looking at him as he drops his mitt to the ground and strides away. The lack of attention should make Greg’s skin crawl but his mind is otherwise occupied by sharp words and a question made into a joke that Greg is certain really isn’t.

At least, he’s positive enough to open the door after Tom goes through it and test his chances.

Where he’s at in his life, what does Greg really have to lose? Somewhere in that garbage talk Tom threw his way, Greg knows is a real truth. There’s something in his gut that says Tom, someone who’s important enough to be here today, will take care of him if given the chance. At the moment, Greg’s entire body is thrumming with the thought of his current needs being met. Despite risking a beatdown from some jackass, Greg’s steps are sure. His mind is made up.

Greg forces himself to wait to knock after Tom enters the room. He hastily counts to 100, skipping a few numbers here and there in his excitement. For the first time since reuniting with his ‘family’ Greg is feeling some modicum of exhilaration. His entire life isn’t a dumpster fire, not with the prospect of something interesting happening with this fascinating man named Tom.

Fist rising, Greg taps out a soothing rhythm as he asks for entry. There’s no reason for Tom to think it’s him so Greg is not surprised when the door is pulled open in the most aggressive way. They share a heated look for a second, their eyes locking as Tom gathers up the small details of the situation to better orient himself. Greg doesn’t know him all that well but it’s easy to see Tom tries to cloak himself in the guise of control. That’s why he swears and says mean shit, to stay one step ahead – Greg is almost certain of that.

Caught up in his runaway thoughts, Greg misses Tom’s first question. His cheeks color when the older man closes the space between them to get in Greg’s face. “Are you stupid? What are you doing here, Gregory?”

The words his mind came up with on the walk over are nowhere to be found. Greg’s mouth opens and closes, gaping like a fish – the impression he wishes to make is crashing and burning by the second. Soon, he’ll be much too embarrassed to do what his body (and heart) so desperately want him to do.

So, instead of answering, Greg pushes into the room, past Tom, without saying a word at all. His long legs carry him across the soft carpet, putting a bit of space between them again. Despite trapping himself in a corner like a caged animal, Greg feels better knowing walls and a door stand between them and the rest of the feral beasts out there roaming freely. In this space, their secrets, whatever they may be, remain safe and sound.

At least, that’s what Greg is hoping for.

Cutting all of his loses and screwing up the right amount of courage, Greg finally says what his mind supplied instantaneously after Tom asked his inappropriate question. “I would, you know.”

There, he’s said it. It’s out in the open.

Except, Tom squints at him, both hands coming up to cross over his chest. He looks pissed off or taken aback – Greg finds it hard to tell.

“You would, what? I don’t speak in fucking riddles, Cousin Greg.”

Knowing Tom adds the word cousin to rile him up makes this entire situation that much sweeter. Tom has no clue that Greg is eating it up – the quasi-bullying, the mean comments and harsh deliveries. By the end of the night, Greg is the one who’s going to have the upper hand. It’s just a matter of time before Tom finds that out, too.

With a saucy smirk, Greg straightens up, making himself taller. “I would kiss you. I’d do it without being forced to, even.” He looks earnestly over at Tom, gauging his reaction.

It’s silent for a long moment – Greg starts to feel terrified that he’s made the wrong move, that he’s screwed the fucking pooch. The longer the silence goes on, the worse the inkling gets.

Tom, however, is not done surprising him.

After clearing his throat, Tom finally speaks unflinchingly. “Do it, then. Kiss me. Kiss me, Gregory – you little shit. Lay one – “

His words are easily gobbled up by Greg pressing their lips together in a heated kiss. The method is more than successful at shutting Tom up – whatever the older man had on his mind is out the window, gone and billowing in the wind for someone else to hear some other day. Now, Greg is what’s important. That much is true by the way Tom moans sweetly against red lips as Greg deepens the kiss.

The kiss turns hot and sticky sweet. Tom isn’t afraid to thrust his tongue into Greg’s mouth, or fight for dominance as things get even more heated. Both of Tom’s hands are fisted into the front of Greg’s shirt, using that leverage to pull him close. The room is suddenly hot with Tom gripping him so tightly in conjunction with all the other stimuli attacking him, too.

Greg is quick to pull away, though only far enough to get his jacket off of his arms and onto the floor. Without that restriction, it’s glorious to move his rapidly cooling arms. Greg uses the newfound freedom to wrap Tom up in his grip until they’re pressed together chest to chest. Then, Greg abuses the small advantage his height gives him to walk Tom back until his back is pressed against the door. There’s fire in those blue eyes that is new and exciting – Greg desperately wants to see so much more of that.

----

Tom is having a mental breakdown.

That’s all his mind can supply him with as Gregory Hirsch, Cousin fucking Greg, barges into the room and kisses him with gusto. There’s no other explanation for the divine press of lip against lip, nor the sense of satisfaction Tom feels with every brush and swipe of a tongue that tastes like Sprite and cigarettes. It’s maddening which means he’s very quickly catapulting towards the whims of insanity.

Or, he’s about to have the best sex of his life. Tom, being shook up and oxygen deprived, is still trying to decide.

His mind whirs on the subject with every second that passes. It’s astounding to realize that thinking and having his mouth fucked by a man-baby is a hard thing to do. Greg, despite being all gangly limbs and awkward youth, is a good kisser. His hands are huge and take up a lot of real estate on Tom’s back and sides. Despite never admitting to it before, Tom is a big fan of touch like this – his body is on fire, slowly burning away with each new exploratory graze Greg’s big hands choose to bestow upon him.

There are so many other, much more important things, that Tom’s mind can fixate on but the world is all but narrowed down to Greg’s lips and the undulating push and pull of their hips grinding together.

When the hell did that even happen?

Taking so far aback, Tom struggles to pull away from Greg’s incessant ministrations. They both let out what seems to be a sigh of disappointment, though Tom’s head is immediately clearer with a bit more space between them. He’s already too deep to back out but he’s not going down without a fight.

“What do you think this is, Greg? Do you really think I’m that easy?” Tom asks, trying to school his face into a look resembling shit eating. It’s hard to do anything but pant and smile, however – Tom feels the best he’s ever felt. More happy and carefree than any other moment with Shiv or anyone else. He’s so fucked, Greg’s answer doesn’t really matter.

Though, it too aids in the warmth that fills Tom’s guts. Greg, it seems, without even knowing him or interacting with him more than once, has Tom pegged. Right from the start, Greg knows him better than Shiv or Logan, hell even his own mother.

“Yeah, I do. I think you asked me to kiss you because you want me. You want me in the sort of way that uh – makes it hard to do like anything but blurt out the dirty truth. You weren’t joking or stumbling nervously through a thinly veiled attempt at a threat. I interest you and you like that. You want me, Tom.”

Greg enunciates his words with a shift of his hips and the subtle roll of their cocks finally brushing together. The feeling of victory is so sweet – Tom’s cock throbs against Greg’s own, each pulse getting hardier with all the new words that pass through Greg’s lips. Tom likes being put in his place – that much is clear by the jeering taunt and the desperate sigh he can’t help but sigh.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck – Greg, how did you know?” Tom mumbles a half a second before pressing their lips together again, this time much more desperately. His hands move from the front of Greg’s shirt to the thick belt holding up shitty slacks. It’s old and ratty, easy to get the fake leather undone and out of the loop of Greg’s pants in no time. The snap of it hitting the floor makes Tom moan again, the sound echoing around the room to mix with the hasty piling of clothes being discarded.

Buttons come undone and Greg’s hands eventually join in on the fun. They’re awkwardly trying to jerk each other off after a few fumbling minutes it takes them to get each other naked. Tom huffs out a laugh and swats at Greg’s hand. After spitting into his palm, Tom wraps his hand around both of their lengths, eager to resume their desperate pace.

Minutes on end, Greg and Tom share breath. It’s glorious to feel Greg’s hips hump up against him, seeking more friction from the sleeve of his hand around them. Precum and the bit of slick his spit allows him is just enough to ease the ache but not topple them over. Now that Tom’s appetite has been wet, there’s no stopping him from getting his fill.

Not even the desperate plea of Cousin Greg in the throes of passion – though, it’s a close call.

“Uh, fuck – I’m close, Tom. So close,” Greg mumbles after a particularly glorious stroke of Tom’s hand. Their hips are rolling together, both of them on edge.

Tom has just enough brain cells to stop himself, though. His legs feel heavy as he pulls his body away just enough to turn around to face the door. He stays quiet until his chest is pressed against the wood before looking over his shoulder – hopefully glancing in Greg’s direction in the most enticing way possible.

So desperately, Tom wants to get fucked. Feel pleasure and pain and lust without having to protect his back and watch for the fallout. Intimacy with Shiv is a game. With Greg, Tom, despite still not really knowing the kid, is sure he’ll get exactly what he wants.

----

Head full of lust, Greg takes an obscene amount of time to recognize what Tom is putting up on offer. His cock is throbbing from the near orgasm, thoroughly cutting off the pipeline of blood back to his brain. Though, when the fog clears and Greg gets his shit together, the invitation is much too enticing to pass up. Especially with Tom looking over his shoulder so demurely like he is – Greg is but a man with a raging libido that’s never satiated. Throw in Tom’s good looks and his monster cock – at the end of the day, Greg is making out like a bandit. He’s the lucky one here.

Smiling at the thought, Greg sidles up to Tom’s back, wrapping one long arm around his middle. With his other hand, Greg reaches up to trace Tom’s lips with two of his fingers. Softly, almost as a whisper, Greg mutters, “suck.”

Tom wastes no time at all opening his mouth to do exactly what he’s told. The bossy man with sarcastic words and radical insults is nowhere to be found. In his place is someone needy and desperate, so taken apart that he’s thrusting his hips back against Greg in hopes of a little friction or something more.

Greg takes his time marveling at both the beauty before him and the power at his fingertips. Once he feels they’re wet enough, Greg drops his hand from Tom’s mouth, settling it between his pert ass cheeks, instead. Spit probably isn’t enough for what’s to come but Greg is too impatient to look for an alternative. Without any warning at all, his sloppy fingers trace Tom’s hole, pulling a jolt from the older man.

“Fuck, Greg!” Tom gasps, his voice thankfully muffled by the door he’s pressed against. While the party is raging on without them, there’s no need to alert the whole house as to what’s going on so soon. Greg is plenty certain Tom is only going to get louder the longer this goes on. In fact, he’s hoping for it.

After a second, Tom relaxes back, letting Greg easily push his first finger in to the knuckle. Tom is warm and tight around him, like the hot burn of the first hit of pot after a long day. The feeling of home is too much for what is supposed to be a quick fumble, though Greg can’t help the way it settles in and starts to take hold in his chest. He’s not put together enough to fight off the inevitable.

Pulling back, Greg thrusts his finger back into Tom – first gently, then with a little more umph. As predicted, Tom’s voice echoes more loudly around the room with every forward move. Two fingers replace the one eventually, the eager tips of them finding Tom’s prostate almost instantly. Greg reminds himself of that special spot and does his best to hit it with precision throughout the rest of his drawn out prep. Despite being strangers, Greg is compelled to take care of Tom, like it's engrained within him.

When impatience eventually bubbles up to the lip of their passion, Tom turns to look over his shoulder again, a glint of something unnamable in his eye. “Are you going to fuck me, or what?” Even in a position of submission, Tom is still an asshole. As the words process and Greg lets them settle in, a soft smile plays across his lips. They both know there’s no turning back now. The question is specifically to rile Greg up, to get him going and pushing things along.

Luckily, it strikes right where Tom obviously expects – Greg is suddenly desperate to make a space for himself inside that tight heat.

His fingers leave an emptiness that Tom thrusts back against, whining like a lost puppy (or horny little slut, the jury is still out) – the noise goes straight to Greg’s cock, making him even more impatient for what’s to come.

Gripping himself at the base, Greg shifts until the head of his cock is lined up against Tom’s rim. He plays with the pink muscle there, pushing and pressing against it. The tip slips in, breaching Ton for the first time.

“I don’t have a condom. Are you sure?” Greg asks, even as he’s pushing inside to slide forward inch by inch until he’s all the way home.

Snorting out a choked off laugh, Tom shakes his head that’s lulling between his shoulders. “Fuck you, Greg. Just take me. I don’t care – “

A hot burst of lust lances itself through Greg’s skin then – the permission is all he needs to thrust the last couple of inches inside so he’s surrounded by Tom in all ways. Leaning forward, Greg shifts his hips until the tip of his cock is pressed perfectly against that spot inside Tom; it makes him yowl like a cat in heat. If everyone doesn’t already know what they’re doing, it’s obvious now.

That thought sparks something in Greg. He’s a nothing without many prospects but there’s something he’s good at. He can take apart Tom, this seemingly perfectly put together person, and reduce him to groans and pleas and chuffed out noises Greg is certain the man doesn’t even know he’s making. It’s intoxicating and ludicrous all at once. He’s in no position to take or demand. He’s here to grovel, yet this man gives him things freely, without any sort of fight. His body. His trust. Even his irascible passion for more. Greg doesn’t deserve Tom or this gift but he’s going to cling to it for as long as he can.

Bursting through that thought bubble, Greg blinks back to the moment where Tom has one hand on the door to push himself back against Greg’s thrusts and the other fisting his cock. Their pace increased during Greg’s musings and things are quickly hurtling towards the edge of that steep cliff. His toes already feel like they’re hanging off and if Tom’s noises are anything to go by, the older man is standing right there with him.

Encouraged by that, Greg leans his weight even further into Tom’s back and frees a hand from its tight grip on Tom’s hips. Long fingers tangle with Tom’s so both of their hands move  ruthlessly over sensitive skin. Greg moans when the slickness of abundant precum registers – their hands are moving so easily because Tom is very wet. He’s leaking on himself, onto the floor, even against the door every time Greg thrusts forward to pin him against it. The whole scene is glorious and so much that Greg can’t hold on much longer.

Thankfully, Tom fumbles out a curse and tries to gasp out Greg’s name a second before his orgasm hits. Their hands move double time over Tom’s erection and Greg quickens his pace so his hips relentlessly thrust through their new rhythm, too. Greg lasts just long enough to milk Tom through his orgasm before the hurdle of that little death becomes the only thing Greg can think about. The free fall of cumming inside someone he feels a real connection with is novel and exhilarating and all kinds of addicting. Greg’s already hooked, wanting more before the first hit even settles.

Greg rests his head against the back of Tom’s neck, letting his chest settle and breathing return to normal. He sucks in a whiff of Tom’s cologne and fancy soap with each inhale, intoxicating him further. His head swims with a swell of happiness Greg is certain he’s never felt before.

Tom, it seems, is dealing with a similar situation.

“Fuck, fuck – did that really just happen?” Tom’s voice is wistful, like he’s still grasping for the straws of reality, of the here and now where they’re coming down from the best of highs.

Chuckling, Greg uses the last of his energy to kiss Tom’s neck. “You’re not dreaming, Tom. I promise.” He waits a beat, even presses another sloppy kiss against sweaty skin.

“I’ll take care of you, too. Just you wait and see.”

Greg doesn’t know how true his words are or how deep of a rabbit hole he’s about to head down. All he’s aware of in that moment is the rise and fall of Tom’s chest and the warm realization that the sarcastic ass in front of him didn’t negate him or try to fight back. Instead, Tom leans into him, embraces him further.

It’s funny what one ill-timed joke can do. Greg is certain it’s going to change his life for the better.

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[evita-shelby]

The Count and Mrs. Shelby

For my infp!anon

Warning: this came out very sexual because idk that's how it came out

Rated: M

Gif by @peakykoko

It all began with a bite.

Usually, Eva can cover it up with the skill of a master, but that time he had gotten a little too carried away and jealous from the way Mosley leered at her tits and given her a love bite right while he fucked her on his desk.

Should wear high necked things when she visits him at parliament even in summer.

But that day she wore a dress with a scandalous low-cut neckline and came out of his office too satisfied to notice the love bite. Been two entire years since Tommy had been horny and jealous enough to fuck her like an unhinged animal.

Much like him eye fucking her from his window in 1919, it did wonders for her self-esteem.

“I see Mr. Shelby has teeth as sharp as his cheekbones.” One of the ladies said with a teasing grin as Eva tried to cover it up with powder.

Violet was one of her true friends here, her husband one of the MPs of a neighboring constituency and best of all, a fellow republican. A breath of fresh air in the stale perfume of insipid false friends.

“He’d give Dracula a run for his money,” Eva had said making her laugh as she pulled out a short scarf that went well with her dress.

“With those cheekbones and that strange allergy to garlic, he could be a vampire.” Violet whispered just as another woman came out of the crapper just in time to put her nose where it doesn’t belong.

“Who’s a vampire?” Jane something asked as she washed her hands and wondering what sort of gossip she’d get to spread amongst the ladies in her circle and the other wives of politicians here.

“My husband, our dear Violet has solved the mystery.” Eva answered in jest, forgetting this Jane believed everything she heard.

It wasn’t her fault; her parents had raised her very conservatively and she had married young. Jane hadn’t even known that you could have sex through the back door ---so to speak.

“That would explain so much, I don’t recall ever seeing him in the daylight.” Jane said and Eva couldn’t discern whether she was going along with the joke or genuinely believed it. Jane was easily led, a good thing she had chosen to stick with the other wives of the Labour candidates ---and the occasional female candidate.

And so, it went, and it spread like fire throughout society.

And Eva did what she always does, go along with it while it’s still harmless fun.

Tommy has even indulged her and worn a cape to see the Dracula film on its opening night in London. Hamilton Deane had redefined the Count’s appearance into a man that looked more like Tommy in his plays in 1924 and now with that film playing every fucking where, some people couldn’t help but mention that the rising politician, Thomas Shelby, did share a striking resemblance to Dracula.

Count Shelby, Violet and the other gals of the Labour Party have taken to calling him.

“I got you something.” He looks amused, aroused as always and Eva can’t help, but wish she had just a little more time alone before her guests arrive.

If it were up to him, this tea party with the ladies involved in one way or another with the Labour Party wouldn’t happen.

If it were up to Tommy, she’d be bent over the table or on top of it with her legs spread wide and a far too eager husband between them.

She can tell this is his plan by the insistent way he embraces her from behind and began kissing her very exposed neck.

“You are an absolute angel, Tom, you know that.” Eva took the carved wooden box he’d found at a curiosity shop in Small Heath and opened it.

“Only you think that, love.” Never thinks himself a good man, always loathing himself because he can’t see past the bad.

First spontaneous gift since Polly died almost three years ago.

This was a good sign, a sign that things will be better.

He is still shit at communicating with her like he used to, when he’d be vulnerable with her because he knows she will never betray him.

But this weird gift she will adore with all her heart signals that the bleak winter of his heart is coming to an end.

“A vampire slaying kit?” she asks wondering how and why he’d get her this.

“They had it on display and I know my witch of a wife must have a vampire slaying kit.” His voice did things to her, his hands roaming about made her wish she could just cancel the brunch and let him fuck her stupid on this table.

“After this shit is over, I want to fuck you here, bend you over the table and leave you with a limp for the rest of the week.” His lips crept up to her jaw and down the bare part of shoulder, but never messed her pretty and natural looking make up.

“If you make up an emergency, you can fuck me any way you want, mi vida.” She said with a gasp.

It was good to have most of him back, he was not the same as before, but sometimes, just sometimes he is the same Tommy who he was before all this happened.

“Dear Eva, you and our dear Count have such a way with each other.” Violet said as she gestured to the vampire kit she’d forgotten to have put away, just as she had shooed Tommy away. “No bite this time?”

Jane colored pink and the other woman with her cleared her throat.

Eva had been forced to invite Lady Cynthia Mosley, what with them being neighbors along with her husband and Tommy being ‘friends’ now.

“I’d put a stake through his heart if he gets too carried away again, dear Vi.” Eva joked with her friend.

“Did you know, Cimmie, that our dear Mr. Shelby is a vampire?” Jane ---with her innocent cherub like face--- lied through her teeth. She had grown from the shy and naïve lady they had befriended earlier this year; she was quite fun now.

While most of Eva’s guests were of Tommy’s party, they had made the exception to include Mosley’s New Party and some Conservatives. Most of the Labour party wives were in on the joke, the newcomers, like Cynthia Mosley were not.

It had been Vi’s idea to use that inside joke to haze them

This had been a strategy set in place by Churchill and the handful of people who knew what Tommy was doing by flirting with fascism. Get people to think Tommy genuinely believes in that horseshit and make him more popular than Mosley.

It was rather easy, Eva was born and raised to be the wife of a powerful man and be powerful in her own right.

High society was her arena, and while Violet and Jane had cultivated a reputation for being proper ladies, Eva had already cemented her role of being the Alva Vanderbilt of this generation.

Eva had been groomed to bend society to her will and make herself it’s queen, like her grandmother before her.

“Bridgette, will you be a dear and take this to my sitting room? It doesn’t quite fit the theme of today’s party.” Eva handed the carved box to her most trusted maid, a shy thing who had been cursed by a former lover after he was killed for being one of Swing’s rats.

“Yes, ma’am, do you want me to put it next to the garlic or on the shelf with the Holy Water?” Bridgette quipped.

“Next to the Holy Water, kid.”

The tea is rather boring, and Tommy has not made an appearance, Florence however has and now Eva can’t use her as an excuse to cut it short.

The new women here are wary of her, they should be, she thinks.

The women of the Labour Party are used to her oddness and find her parties the best there are in society.

“I don’t believe he’s a vampire, no matter how great he looks in a cape.” One of the ladies at her table says when they continue to sell them the idea that Tommy is a vampire.

Once this thing is over, they will understand it was all a joke at their expense, but until then, Eva and the other labour party women had to ensure the farce was believable.

“And where is Mr. Shelby this afternoon?” Cynthia Mosley asked, and Eva tried not to smirk.

“Hiding in his office.” Eva answered as if they were friends. “Avoids sunlight like the plague, that man.”

“And mirrors, and church and garlic.” Violet adds sipping her tea.

“Still doesn’t make him a vampire, just makes him a little odd.” Cimmie pointed out.

So what if Tommy’s known oddities worked in his favor.

He avoided mirrors because he sometimes sees his mother or Polly in them, he has stopped the charade of being a godly man altogether and he has a mild allergy to garlic.

She hadn’t known about it until he tried to hide a rash on his neck after he ate Mexican food for the first time.

Eva had found it adorable especially after she ended up having to rub some ointment on the rash that had started to spread to his chest, giving her an excuse to touch his skin.

“Good afternoon, ladies.” Tommy gave the women his signature charming smile which would have made them all swoon if he didn’t have blood on his rumpled and torn clothes. He wiped the blood from the edge of his lips on his sleeve and his wife wondered how he managed this.

He got thrown off Helsing again, didn’t he?

“Van Helsing again?” Eva would fuck him into next week the second the tea is over.

That horse was the worst, sure she let Tom ride him, but he had been trying to kill him lately. Hence the name they’d given him: Van Helsing.

“Come join us, Shelby, we were just talking about you.” Violet had that twinkle in her pretty green eyes.

“Can’t,” he points to the open curtains and remains on the other side of the arch.

Violet and those who know about the joke try not to giggle as the newcomers wonder if the Witch of Warwickshire is married to an actual vampire.

“Excuse me, ladies, as you can see my husband is calling to me.” Eva takes her leave and joins him in the hall.

“Thanks for getting me the fuck out of there, amor.” She said as the walked away from the tearoom. It doesn’t take long for him to pull her into the hall closet just outside of view of the tearoom.

“Your husband is hungry, witch.” He says as he pinned her against the wall. He kissed everything except her lips. Should’ve worn that supposedly smudge proof lipstick she got yesterday.

Been so long since he had been this insatiable. If she didn’t know any better, Eva would think he was back. He was getting there, the worst of his depression had gone away, but Thomas was far from good still.

Takes time and patience.

But he will get better, she had seen it.

“I told Frances to have a tray ready for you.” She bites her lip when she reached for his trouser button. Had to make this fast or else the women will be suspicious of her tardiness.

“Not food, love.” He winked and did something better, got on his knees. “Something to get me and you by until the fucking tea party is over.”

Eva didn’t know if she’ll be able to stop herself from being too loud.

When she comes back to the party, Eva has almost forgotten about the whole Tommy is a vampire bullshit they were running with.

“And what did Count Shelby want, dear?” Violet asked with a knowing smirk.

“He had a thirst.” Eva winked to her friend and the meaning wasn’t lost on most of them.

“Of blood?” Jane asks in faux innocence.

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