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mishqua · 5 months
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Harry- *touching Tom's chest and whispering* I can see your soul, Tom. It is still there.
Tom- *filled with sin but swaying closer to this sunshine* - Really?
Harry- Yeah. It is that dark thing covered in slime, isn't it?
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mishqua · 3 months
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The one thing about tomarrymort is they don't take affection for granted. They were nemeses. Orphans. Abandoned and forsaken once. It wasn't just food they were craving. It's emotions too. And when they are together-
They always take the littlest smiles as a great victory, the slightest touch as nirvana. The kiss is the apex of all emotions. So innocent and beautiful with how often blood and torture is part of their lives. It's so damn adorable and considering how often in fanfics and irl- people are take affection, love or anything positive as it is, without reciprocation, breaks my heart.
So yea I love to swim in this love that gives aa much as it takes.
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mishqua · 4 months
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Tom and Harry slept in the same bed. 
James and Sirius did too- when they would be plotting late into night and James dozed off in Sirius' bed. Sometimes Sirius would kick him off. Sometimes Sirius didn't have the energy to and James would get to pour more drool on his sheets.
It was just like that.
They were just brothers!
Tom didn't like to leave Harry alone too much.
James would remember with nostalgia the way Sirius used to cling to his first and best friend. Why, he sneered at Lily for a long time for taking away his time with James!
It was just like that.
They were just brothers!
Tom kissed Harry on mouth.
Tom kissed Harry on-James' eyes bugged out.
But they had done the same, didn't they? Sirius and him? It was the darkest of secrets where they were young and idiots and thought kisses were icky. 
It was the same- 
Even though Harry wasn't at the age where he would think kisses were icky-no. It was the same.
They were just brothers.
"- I would be honoured to have your blessing. Of course, it isn't really important, because I will have Harry regardless of what you think. Except, it would make Harry upset, wouldn't it-"
James wasn't listening.
They weren't brothers after all.
He drew in a deep breath.
"TOM MARVOLO RIDDLE!"
Tom raised a brow at the man who had been insisting he was part of his family... Albeit recently with a very painful expression.
"Not Potter?"
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mishqua · 3 months
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Harry Potter isn't that powerful.
"Of course not. If I wanted, I would prefer to trounce Dumbledore."
He isn't very smart either.
"There are indeed men and women more intelligent to shield him from his own foolishness"
He is everything you are not.
"That is true"
Then, why is he your equal?
"I don't consider him my equal."
What do you think him as?
"Mine."
And why is that?
"You don't deserve to know"
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mishqua · 7 months
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Tom- Can I kiss you, Harry?
A Harry who has just been lectured by Hermione on the state of his assignments, is hyper-alery, "May I kiss you- it's may I- don't think you can trick me, Riddle-"
"You may,"
"Wait-!"
"Too Late!"
Smoochie smoochie, potter is dizzy
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mishqua · 2 months
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The battle of Hogsmeade. One of many. The scene would repeat with injuries varying and death eaters cackling.
Until, that is-
"Bella, leave him. The boy is mine," the Dark Lord had descended.
Bellatrix Lestrange obeyed with a scowl and a bow, "Yes, My Lord."
"Yes, My Lord," Harry Potter repeated, with lips curling into a sneer.
Both of the mad wizards turned to him. Bellatrix with her wand creaking and The Dark Lord with a most dreadful expression.
"Shoo. Off, you go."
Yes, Harry Potter had no self-preservation instinct.
The Death Eater left and the Dark Lord was left alone with the symbol of audacity. Harry gestured to him with his wand, to get on and get going, bugger all the decency of dueling. Forgive him, but it had been an hour into this nonsense and he was tired.
"You will regret this, Harry Potter."
Harry rolled his eyes. It was the same spiel every time.
"Yes, yes. I will regret ever being born. Let's just get on with it,"
=.=
"Well? Get on with it, boy." The Dark Lord whispered to the once Saviour kneeling at his feet, of eyes bright green and lips wet. He swiped his finger on the bottom one, and it came off sticky.
"Yes, My Lord."
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mishqua · 3 months
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One must die for the other to live.
In this life we are doomed to be apart.
Then- I will wait for you in the next?
Yes
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mishqua · 5 months
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Harry- You have been trying to kill me since I was born!
Volde- You were born to kill me! Who does that! It was so set in stone a prophecy popped up! Did it say I will murder gazillions of people, no! It said someone will br born to kill me. Honestly! Who does that!
Harry- Err.. you ok? You are repeating yourself.
Volde- Even I, the Dark Lord, was born to rule the world. I was never so gung- ho about murder! I just couldn't help it!
Harry- You are not helping yourself here!
Volde- *abs sobbing* You made me lose all my hair too!Look at me!
Harry- Y'know what- let's fight to death another day. Yeah? Good talk.
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mishqua · 4 months
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7 was not the most magical number.
It was the most cursed.
Or,
Voldemort died and woke up inside the Hufflepuff's cup- inside a Gringotta Vault.
Voldemort died and woke up inside the Slytherin's locket- drowning in a potion filled basin.
Voldemort died and woke up as a diary.
Voldemort died-
Voldemort died-
Voldemort died-
Voldemort died and woke up as Harry Potter.
Harry Potter died-
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mishqua · 11 months
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Hands skittered down Harry's waist.
He caught them before they could go any lower.
"Beast." He spat.
Lord Voldemort laughed softly into his ear and spun him once more.
Harry didn't know how to dance, didn't care to either and in this ballroom where everyone twirled elegantly, not an inch out of step, he was distinctly out of place.
"Are you embarrassed?" The monster holding him in his arms asked him, fingers adoring his rosy cheeks.
Harry scowled at him, "I am too busy thinking of ways to kill you,"
Why should he care for the impression of the rest, when he was the lone human in den of monsters.
Lord Voldemort abruptly dipped him, drawing a gasp out of him, letting him stay and swallow his unease at the undeniable proof.
The huge mirror on the wall showed no one on the dance floor but Harry.
Fingers trailed down his neck, dextrously unfastening his tunic and slipping under-
"Must you?" Cold breath blew across his nape, making him shiver, "Why can't you accept your role? By my side. In my arms." Harry flinched away at the soft lick to his carotid.
"You slaughtered my family," He gasped out.
Voldemort snapped him up then, too harsh, too tight, Harry's fluttering heart close to the other's dead ones, "Let me breathe new life into you then. Compensate you, for what is lost," He crooned.
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mishqua · 5 months
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Messy wasn't a word you would call Tom
After meeting Harry, that was all you could call him.
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mishqua · 6 months
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How to deal with a Riddle infestation-
1. They like shiny things. They don't like shame corners. They won't go to time-out voluntarily. You gotta put some shiny things in the corner to get them. And keep them there.
2. They are hard to contain. They multiply fast. Faster than any human/Dark Lord wannabe. Best to put them down before they have grown any faster.
Also, don't let them know you are after their ass. They will multiply even faster.
3. They do bite the hand that feeds them. Don't bother banishing them with kindness. They scavenge their own food. (That's your soul, if you don't know)
4. They are greedy. They will take what you like. Best to-
Actually, truth be told, it is best to just show them a new foraging place. Distract them with a shiny, new, unbroken world. They will jump right in. It's best if there is a boy-who-lived in it. 'Cause you definitely have no way of defeating them. So, just pass them over.
5. Unless you are Harry Potter. Then, you are doomed.
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mishqua · 7 months
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Harry- My, what big-
Tom- *leering* What? What? Say the word.
Harry-*deadpan* What big ego you have
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mishqua · 1 year
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Lord Voldemort caressed the sleeping face of Harry Potter.
How long was left for the young heir to live?
He and his crew had snuck into the city not three years ago, then into the castle and soon, the kind heart of the Lord of Gryffindor.
They had waited patiently for the ultimate prize, after all it was not the first time they had devoured a city from within.
Even other pirates dared not call their name out in the dark.
Death Eaters.
Devourer of Kingdoms.
It should be routine as well, but-
He looked down, when his finger was unexpectedly caught on the messy hair of the sleeping boy.
Harry Potter stirred.
Voldemort didn't move from his place on the bed, the other hand idly playing with a knife.
Was today the day?
"Tom?" Harry called out drowsily, not at all caring at the fact that his butler was sitting on his bed. "Is it time for breakfast already?" He looked at the bleary figure grumpily.
The grey contacts hid the red gleam well. "No, Master Potter. You can sleep a bit longer."
Forever.
Soft hands, unused to labour, caught his retreating limb.
"Stay? I had a nightmare." The boy closed his eyes, a soft sigh leaving him.
"What do you think I can do?" A glimpse of the Dark Lord peeked through..
But Harry Potter didn't notice, he was already cradling a hand between his palms, "You take them all away," He murmured before falling back asleep.
Trusting him utterly.
Tom Riddle looked out at the soft sunrise, and stayed still- even as his hand started to cramp.
Maybe one more day
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mishqua · 1 year
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Lord Voldemort is never afraid of anything.
Except for Harry Potter's tears.
Because the boy hadn't cried under the pain of a Dark Lord's cruciatus. Nor had he cried from the rage of facing his parent's killer.
So when he does, the world must answer.
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mishqua · 7 months
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*Harry walking by*
Tom- I am not watching him with my mouth open. I am just flabbergasted how an insipid fool such as he can exist.
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