#cat voldemort

[phas3d]

Caught You || Tom Riddle

type :: fluff

tw/cw :: cringe, idc that he's "out of character" i'm delusional and stopped taking my meds

summary :: you catch your "evil" classmate doing very un-evil things, dare I say, kind things

Tom loves the idea of being an ultimate evil, having no redeeming traits in order to solidify himself as the strongest villain within the Wizarding world. But, he tends to fail his goal almost weekly.

Normally, Tom is able to keep secrets very well. For crying out loud, this man drafted, constructed, and furnished a whole fucking "chamber of secrets" without a single teacher knowing. But you, for some odd reason, were able to catch him over and over again.

It first started when one day you were going out for a walk to clear your mind after getting into a heated debate with your friend on some stupid topic. You marched down to the Black Lake for peace, only to get stopped in your tracks as you heard a voice.

"You know, for a homeless cat, you're pretty fat." You heard a deep voice say softly.

With gentle steps, you moved towards the sound and hid behind a tree as you saw Tom Riddle, the evilest and meanest boy in Hogwarts, cooing and feeding a chubby black cat, (he wasn't joking, the cat was on the brink of being a circle). You held your breathe, knowing that the slightest sound will alert Tom's hyper sensitive senses.

"I don't understand how you can survive in the wild when you can barely walk at 2 miles per hour." He continued to roast the poor cat, thank god the cat didn't understand.

You smiled on instinct and from that motion Tom was aware of you. It was scary and concerning how good he was at sensing people around him. It was as if he could hear your flesh tense up in order to create the small smile on your face.

"Shit..." You hear him say under his breathe, covering his face with his hand from embarrassment. For once, he was scared. If anything, he was mortified of the idea of turning around and facing someone he knew or even worse, respected!

To save him from the pain of having to ask you to come out, you stepped out on your own accord. "You're really mean to him" You say with a small chuckle as you glanced down to see Tom still squatting in front of the fat cat.

A sigh left Tom's lips, he got up from his squatted position and it quickly reminded you how he was able to tower over you. He turned to face you, holding two cans of empty cat food. You didn't know cats super well, but you did know they ate very small portions. From the two empty and licked clean tin cans, you could instantly tell that TOM was the reason why that cute cat was so fat.

It was like Tom was able to read your mind as he quickly defended himself, "Usually, there are more cats to feed but his fat ass could smell the container from miles away. So, blame him for overeating."

You couldn't help but notice how Tom's voice was less soft, sounding like his usual self. Although his voice to the cat wasn't extremely different, you could tell there was only pure admiration wrapped into his vocal chords as he spoke to the cat versus pure neutrality when he spoke to you.

Unsure of what to say, you stayed silent. You've tried to talk to Tom multiple times before and it's never ended well. In school you would try to create small talk but he would shut it down with 1 word answers. When you did succeed in a conversation lasting more than 2 sentences back and forth, any attempt to learn more about him was shut down by a dirty side-eye from him, silently tell you to shut up.

You were doing your best to think of a reply but you couldn't before Tom reached into his robe's pockets and pulled out two tins of cat food. He looked down into your eyes as he waited for you to take them.

With a smile, you happily grabbed the two tins and began to follow behind him as he took you to where the cats usually were.

From then on, you began to feed the cats with Tom as often as you could. It went from you joining him once a week to everyday. The cats began to remember your faces and scents as they instantly crowded you and Tom with small meows and rubs of their heads.

This tradition carried on for days and months, making your bond with Tom stronger as each day passed until he finally began to open up to you and start conversation. From that, you felt an instant spark and began to become friends with him which transitioned into a relationship.

Even after you both graduated from Hogwarts, you two would still visit the Black Lake to feed the cats, like an old elderly couple that feeds birds.

#tom riddle #tom riddle x reader #tom riddle x y/n #voldemort #voldemort x reader #slytherin #slytherin boys #harry potter #harry potter x reader #cat #cats of tumblr #oneshot #fluff #harry potter fluff #hogwarts

[bananacat890203]

Cat! TRHP + LVHP Voldemortis Sphynx cat lol

#harry potter #tom riddle #lord voldemort #tomarry #harrymort #cat au

[slitheriyn]

Sorry for bothering can you do a doodle of like regular Harry holding up cat!severus like this?

he has arrived

#severus snape #harry potter #mini sev #cat au #reqs #harry proceeds to bash voldemort's head in with mini sev

[cubeapples]

can we talk about lord voldemort walking into a cat café, utterly disgruntled because harry dragged him along against his will?

#they are going to get a cat!!! #voldemort #lord voldemort #harry potter #tomarry #harrymort #tomarrymort #tom riddle

[sk1fanfiction]

blood of the covenant/water of the womb

The Black sisters are so tragic.

I mean, imagine:

As kids, Narcissa is the baby sister that the elder two dote on, while both Narcissa and Andromeda look up to Bellatrix, the proud, beautiful, powerful, accomplished, perfect eldest sister, who has always known who she is and where she's going, but especially Andromeda, since they look so alike she's always been encouraged to act like her too but since Narcissa doesn't have the stereotypical Black looks and her parents didn't follow the Black naming scheme she's encouraged to be her own person a little bit more.

At Hogwarts they're all Sorted into the same House, Slytherin, which only increases their bond. Bella does really well at school, probably the top of her class, which makes Andy, who's only a year or two behind hyperaware of where the bar is. She walks, talks, and dresses like Bella.

Until

Andy follows in Bella's footsteps (who's probably Head Girl by now) and becomes a prefect, but she gets assigned to do rounds with a Muggle-born Hufflepuff. And despite everything she'd been taught, everything she knows to be true, she finds herself falling for him and the worst part is she can't tell anyone, even Bella, the one she has always been able to confide in, always reassured her and set her on the right path.

Meanwhile Druella and Cygnus are arranging Bellatrix's marriage to Roldophus, someone she doesn't even like never mind attracted to but because she's the perfect Black and the perfect daughter she has to do it. And Andromeda sees and fears how she could get trapped, too, how there's another Lestrange boy in her year.

Meanwhile a strange foreign Dark Lord comes to dinner and he's so different to Roldophus and all those other men who think because she's a woman she must be weak and she's just a vessel for their pureblood children. And despite the way she shouldn't feel this way, Bella doesn't care. He listens to Bella's opinions and he takes her seriously and he sees her magical talent and her thirst to prove herself and he's not scared of her in the way others say that she's 'too intense.' And when he offers to train her, and adds that he never does this, she says, one better, I'll follow you.

Andromeda and Narcissa watch this strange man burn the Dark Mark into their sister's arm and they don't know what to think. Narcissa's scared Bella will put herself in danger, that she'll do too much, give too much of herself because she doesn't know when to pull back. And Andy's scared Bella's going down a path she cannot follow, because deep down she can't say she believes in blood supremacy, can't say she hates Ted and she can't figure out a way through so she leaves.

It's like part of Bella's heart has been ripped out. They were all close, the Blacks, but Andy and Bella had a certain je ne sais quoi, they were thick as thieves and inseparable. Bellatrix is the one who burns Andromeda off the tapestry, crying while she does it, the scorned love for her sister, the anger and shame that Andy chose that Mudblood over her turning that love to bottomless hate.

Meanwhile Narcissa, the lucky one, watches it all. Narcissa is the one that gets it all, she's the only one who's able to marry for love and stay with her family but there's also this Andromeda-shaped hole in her and there's a Slytherin resentfulness of being Bellatrix's supporting act.

Every night that Bella is on a mission, Narcissa stays up, even while pregnant with Draco, until she knows her sister is safe.

That fateful Halloween she waits and waits and waits but Bellatrix never comes home. When she finds out her last remaining sister is serving life she completely breaks down. Won't sleep, won't eat. The thought of leaving Draco without a mother is the only thing that helps her hold on. Regulus, Andromeda and Sirius are dead/burned off the tapestry/imprisoned; she and Draco are the last Blacks, that makes their bond even stronger, makes her scared of losing him like she did her sisters. She curses Voldemort for putting her in danger, aware of her feelings for him and that Bella would do anything for them, swears she'll never let that happen to her son.

All the while Andy raises her daughter, who hates the name she gave her in the same way Andy know she would hate the Blacks. Narcissa and Andy watch each other from across crowds; Tonks and Draco are never at school together, never know more than scattered off-hand mentions of a cousin on their mother's side. But both Narcissa and Andy fantasize of a reconcilation, of Tonks babysitting Draco while they rekindle their bond. Neither bridges the gap. That burn, that rift cannot be healed. But they still ache for each other.

When Voldemort returns that fear for Draco grows, but it's tempered with the joy of having Bella back after mourning her for 14 years -- Bella, traumatized, starved, jagged and torn up at the edges, different, but alive.

And just like knowing he was innocent kept Sirius sane, Bella's love and trust of Voldemort is what made her able to hang on. Yes, they're both drastically different physically (the snake face and the emaciation) and mentally (both shaken, less confident), but everything else can be the same. Maybe better.

But everyone is scared. It's not the same world, where the Death Eaters have control and are undefeated. Voldemort is scared of that boy, Narcissa is scared for Draco. It's clear things are not the same, things are not normal. Far from it. Fear makes Voldemort angry, and cold, and distant and nothing she does feels good enough.

And that boy -- lying hateful filthy boy -- he dares suggest that her Voldemort's filthy-blooded like him. No, he must just be taunting her, scaring her. But there are things Voldemort's said, things he's done -- she would notice, the way she hangs on every word he speaks and plays their conversations in her head over and over again in Azkaban -- Bellatrix just does her best to silence it and block it out, all these confusing things, she's a great Occlumens after all.

She'll make things certain, make things right, trim off the weakness, cut out the sickness. Like Sirius. Like that young woman with Andromeda's face and Andromeda's laugh, that filthy half-blood Andy left her to create.

Narcissa can't keep Draco safe like she, the baby sister, couldn't keep Bellatrix safe. When Voldemort burns the Dark Mark into his skin she sees her son emaciated and dead-eyed.

To assuage Narcissa's fears Bellatrix trains Draco like Voldemort trained her; but he's not the same, he's weak, he's moralistic, he looks at her with wide scared eyes and he's a failure. The glory of the Blacks is gone.

All the while, Narcissa's fear grows, when Lucius is imprisoned, when Voldemort's ire turns on her family, on her son, sets him an impossible task. The despair she feels, she hasn't felt for nearly sixteen years -- Bellatrix more interested in eking out morsels of approval from Voldemort and turning her frustration on Draco, and Narcissa by extension.

All the while, Andromeda's fear for her daughter grows, of the danger she puts herself in as an Auror and a member of the Order, and she's reminded of Bellatrix, of how she gives everything of herself and how Nymphadora does too, begging, begging her to hold back.

She's not good enough for him, not with the sickness, the weakness still clinging to her. Bellatrix very much wants to kill the woman with Andy's face. She's always been perfect. It's everyone else around her that's wrong, everyone else who has to go. She'll do better. Try harder.

And when the Snatchers catch that filthy boy, and he slides out of her grasp like a buttered eel, Bellatrix hits the bottom rung of the ladder of despair. She doesn't know who she is, anymore.

Voldemort's retaliation and rejection breaks Bellatrix's heart, but it hardens Narcissa's.

Bellatrix will do anything to make him happy. She finally kills the witch with Andy's face -- do you see -- do you love me now -- but he's still cold, still frightened, still different, and she despairs, but it will be all over when Harry Potter is dead and he can breathe again. They've won. It will be alright. It will go back to normal. She can have it all again -- Voldemort and Narcissa and her perfect, pruned family.

Narcissa will do anything to keep him safe. And so she chooses Draco's life, she lies, her heart in her throat, in front of her beloved sister, to the Dark Lord, with unshed tears in her eyes and Harry Potter's 'corpse' before her.

Bellatrix's death is something Narcissa knew was coming, deep down She mourned her sister sixteen years ago and she mourns her now, but it will all be worth it if Draco survives this ordeal; Potter must win, he must live, Voldemort must die. And Bellatrix will never allow this.

She wishes she could tell Andy that she understands.

#the black sisters #bellatrix lestrange #andromeda tonks #narcissa malfoy #bellatrix black #andromeda black #narcissa black #bellamort #tedromeda #andromeda has middle child syndrome i don't make the rules #been brainrotting about the black sisters a lot while writing these next few chapters #hp meta #long post #fic outline?? #maybe? can i handle other wip? #voldemort doesn't say i love you like a normal person he turns up at bellatrix's front door with the corpse of someone who insulted her #like a cat with a dead mouse #it's okay she knows what he means #sk1 rambles #this is why i have a rambling tag

[00queasy00]

dressing voldemort up like a barbie doll :,)

#lord voldemort #he is giving me wet cat or babygirl vibes here #he kinda looks like a lost child here too tbh XD someone please pick up their lost snake man please. #pushing my voldemort with a tail agenda again heheh #doodles

[asktheheirofslytherin]

Voldemort is a cute little kitty cat

Nothing about this sentence makes any sense. I am a snake. A formidable snake.

#voldemort #lord voldemort #harry potter #cute little kitty cat #formidable snake

[mecnun1cinar]

5.inci günün şafağında hepimiz orda olacağız my cat

#cat #yüzüklerin efendisi #lord of the rings #lord voldemort #lord #mordor #keşfet #kesfet #alıntı #sevgi #kedi #kediler #yavru kedi #kedi sineklik #kedicik #cat love #my cat #cat pictures #cats #cats of tumblr #tumblr #postlarim #paylasimlarim

[daughterofyourdarklord]

Tell us the truth. Delphini isn’t the only one who calls Tom Riddle daddy?

He hears her slip into the room before he sees her. 

Lord Voldemort cracks his eyes open, glancing towards the large double doors where he catches a glimpse of her lithe frame blocking the candlelight. She pauses for a moment clearly taking in the sight before her, giving him a second to appreciate her figure. 

Bellatrix closes the doors to their adorning rooms carefully, her steps quiet as she ventures closer to their bed. His witch is very obviously biting back a large grin, eyes glittering over his face before drifting down to the little body cuddled against his chest. She’d already shed her robes, slipping quickly into her night dress before sliding beside him in the large bed. 

“Hi,” she whispers, all a smile. Her knuckles brush gently across his sharp cheek, thumb caressing his jaw before her hands settle lower to rest against a tiny back.  

“I take it everything went well?” He’s looking at her intently, though he speaks just as quietly as she - each of them mindful of the small witch sleeping peacefully with an ear glued to her father’s heartbeat. At this point Bella can hardly hold back her smile, eyes lingering on Delphini’s little face as she answers him. 

“The assignment went wonderfully,” she starts, regaling him with all the key details as her fingers gently run through their daughter’s curls. Eventually she opens her mind to him, sharing with him the details of the mission that would take too long to properly explain. They’re quiet for a bit after, listening to the sound of Delphi’s even breathing. 

“How’d you end up in this position?” She asks softly, nodding at their daughter. 

“Nightmare.” He explains simply, causing a quiet chuckle from Bella. 

They linger for a while, the three of them. Bella basking in the moment whilst Voldemort is dissecting the details of her mission. He is plotting already, trying to carefully pinpoint his next move to finalize their integration into the Ministry, not to mention this little prophecy Severus recently brought to his attention. It doesn’t take long for his mind to grow too loud. 

“It’s nearly morning,” He starts, body shifting. “I’ve got a meeting with Arcturus in a few hours that I need to get ahead of. Want me to drop her in her rooms or-”

“I’ll take her.” Bellatrix interrupts, rolling onto her back so that he can shift their daughter over more easily. The Dark Lord nods, having expected her answer. 

He leans over, gently passing the little witch into her mother’s arms.

Not nearly gentle enough. 

Delphini’s eyes snap open the moment her head is lifted from her father’s chest. 

She is positively glaring at him. If looks could kill this little three-year-old would be drawing blood with the way her glower cuts through the dark room. There is nothing but utter betrayal in her stare. 

“You promised!” She hisses at him, hands gripping fiercely onto his robes. The dark lord glares right back.

“Don’t start with me little girl - look who I am passing you off to.” It takes Delphini a moment to turn in his arms. She gasps, suddenly quick to twist out of his hold and to wrap around her mother. Bella laughs and the Dark Lord has to hide his smile.

“Mama.” She whispers into Bellatrix’s neck, her mother smiles in response planting gentle kisses into their child’s curls. The Dark Lord sighs, backing cracking as he makes to rise. 

“Papa, you said you would stay.” With a grumble Voldemort turns around at the edge of the bed, an eyebrow raising at his daughter’s word. 

“Your mother is here now, Delphini. There’s no need for you to have us both, your mother is more than capable of protecting you.”  

“But Daddy! You promised!” The little witch whines, eyes peering at him from across the duvet. Bellatrix turns them to their side, breaking their daughter’s eye contact as she pulls her against her chest. She gives him a devious glare before adding: 

“Yeah, daddy,” Bella’s voice is dripping in mischief. “In this family, we take our vows very seriously.” She mocks, her eyes full of mirth despite his returning glare.

It’s a standoff. Delphi turns in her mother’s arms to give him another pleading look.  

Lord Voldemort narrows his eyes at Bellatrix.

“You wretched witch” He mutters, his hands running through his hair as he resigns himself to his fate. Delphini cheers as he makes his way back over to her and her mother along the sheets. “You also promised that you would go to sleep.” He reminds the little witch, who giggles in response. 

He slides next to the pair of them on his side, one of his arms slipping beneath a downy pillow to support his head while the other reaches for Bella’s waist. The witch in question slips closer to him, her forehead coming to rest along his collarbone, despite being unable to see her face he can still feel her smug grin. Delphini is sandwiched between them, her back facing her father as her head is tucked comfortably beneath her mother’s chin, tiny fingers holding onto her mothers night dress gently. 

“‘Night, daddy.” The little witch starts, he can hear the smile in her words. 

“Delphini - go to sleep.” He warns.

“Goodnight, daddy.” Bella whispers against him.

Amongst the early morning light the Dark Lord sighs.

#is this what you were looking for anon #??? #I figure no #when I tell you I actually wrote 'his wife' the first time I drafted this #I had to literally walk away from the keyboard for a second #like #ofc #part of me WISHES #but where the fuck did that come from #anyways #delphini #delphi #Bellatrix lestrange #lord voldemort #dademort #mama bella #smol delphini #smol delphi #my cat just threw up in the other room im actually so annoyed rn

[annionebutme]

Ok, hear me out, cat boy monstermort.

Like, Harry (lives alone, adult) adopts a stray sphinx cat he finds beaten half dead on the streets which, after recovering, seems to be very, very angry with all around him. He keeps trying to escape and with his unusually high intelligence totally would have if not for the collar the order all worked together on making for him so he'd not stray to far or be able to be harmed by assholes again. Harry tries to fix this by being just the best pet owner ever and loving the cat unconditionally. He identifies with its need for freedom (still stuck in a safehouse, childhood cupboard trauma) and tries to take it out exploring with him as much as possible, as well as confiding all his abuse to the cat, who slowly starts to warm up to him. Sort of. For food and stuff.

Then one day

He comes back

And VOLDEMORT is sitting on his bed in nothing but a collar. He still has cat ears and a tail. Turns out there was some kind of potion gone wrong it turned him cat and fucked up his magic a bit. It's mostly worn off, but he can't get out of the collar.

#monster fucker #harrymort #harry potter #fandom #ao3 #monstermort #tomarrymort #voldemort #catboy #sphinx cat #Voldemort can't even get to his favourite cat treats without Harry's help #he still longs for murder and destruction #but hes just batting things off tables

[badumhax]

Tom and J-Harry? That's not a cat joke I swear

#tom and jerry #hp fanart #harry potter fan art #harry potter #crossover #chamber of secrets #basilisk #tomdiary #tom marvolo riddle #tom riddle #lord voldemort #voldemort #I am Lord Voldemort #tomarry #harrymort #fanart #illustration #illustrators on tumblr #comics #funny cats #cat jokes

[king-of-horny]

I'm a firm believer that Tom riddle likes Doja cat

#harry potter #tom riddle #voldemort #young voldemort #incorrect golden trio quotes #golden trio #golden trio era #doja cat

[n0-thoughts-just-angst]

Just finished binging Wakfu on Netflix and BOY OH BOY I have thoughts

One of them is that I really need to stop flooding my tumblr with nothing but wips but oh well

The second is << SPOILERS AHEAD !!>> that they did my man Adamai dirty

I really wished we got more of an in-depth analysis on my lil baby in the season but there’s a massive change they’ll do it in season four but these are just my thoughts as it stands now

It made no sense why he’d be so hateful towards the Gods or so quick to trust the Siblings until you realize baby has been abandoned time and time again by The Brotherhood. Started off when Yugo left him to save Dally, then left him to go on adventures to get the dofus then yet again when he chose to save Dally over heeding Ad’s advice. I can see why he took such pleasure in potentially killing Dally as well as the thought of ending all gods because he, too, has been orphaned by one

But this is all said without the context of the games or manga so I could be waaay off either way I think season 3 was meh but the villains weren’t too bad. Abandonment was the theme of this season

I just wish season 3 did a better job of actually addressing it because NONE of my abandoned babies got a proper apology in my book

They also did Evangeline and Amalia disservice but those are thoughts for another crudely drawn wip

#Wakfu #wakfu yugo #wakfu adamai #viviart #wakfu percedal #Wakfu thoughts #wakfu spoilers #wakfu season 3 #I’m gently redesigning Adamai because his design looks like Voldemort meets furry and no no no me gusta #but christ his expressions were top tier terrifying sometimes #yugos lil cat ears give me life #give Ad his nose back 2k22!!

[cubeapples]

no thoughts, just cat animagus voldemort. 💕💕

#he'd probably be the saddest #wettest ugliest wrinkliest cat ever but that won't stop me from kissing his wrinkly little bald head #sorry im deranged #lord voldemort #voldemort #tom riddle #harry potter

[cryingevanafton]

Dolores Umbridge

#Dolores Umbridge #Voldemort #Harry Potter #Slytherin #Hogwarts #Evilness #Pink #Severus Snape #Too many damn cats

[ladyofthelands]

When i imagine Tom Riddle's animagus form, this is all I can conjure. he would much rather a black tom cat but a small orange tabby tom cat is so much more fitting don't you agree

#tom marvolo riddle #lord voldemort #tom riddle #hp #art #cat #headcannon #ladyofthelands