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cleake · 2 years

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Tom Riddle Headcanons

I feel like his character is very misunderstood when people are writing him, but this is just my own opinion. Just some things I feel like suit him. I am not really close with Harry Potter but this is mostly about how people portray Tom when writing which I feel is not accurate to his character, but then again this is my own view on him, please don’t kill me :)

Warning: English is not my first language, I'm sorry for any errors

-First thing I don’t think he would be very sexual. He wouldn’t, first of all, care about sex, or maybe even feel disgusted by it, that people are created by this pathetic thing, where they get close and intimate. That is just a thing that normal people do and it sometimes creates a new soul. He would be not happy that he is here by it, something that muggles can be created by.

-I feel like he wouldn’t talk to others at all. Only in class, to show them his genius and make them jealous, but never in private. He wants to be untouchable to others, he sees himself as something that they can’t have or reach. When someone tries to talk to him he’s very stiff and only says a few words in a polite way but only to get the person to go away.

-If someone gets to be his “friend” it has to be for some reason, Tom wouldn’t just hand out with people. He chooses them for his reasons, but not only for the evil ones. Maybe he somehow likes their way of thinking, or maybe enjoys their presence and it calms him down. Even though he may have some people closer to him he still doesn’t see them as friends, more as places he can go to when needed and he knows that he’ll get what he wants.

-I sometimes see him as conflicted with himself, especially at the beginning of his education at Hogwarts. He may feel a bit different from the others, he didn’t see why for a long time and it kinda angered him. He thought of himself as less, he saw how others in school behaved and how things were so easy for them with making relationships, learning, and just being happy. Tom felt like he wasn’t happy and was so jealous of others, he felt like he deserved that feeling too, maybe more than the others. So he would grow to be more and more cold, trying to be “normal” to feel good for himself for once, and becoming selfish to feel something else than burning in him jealousy.

-He’s a great student, but teachers see him as too ambitious, and sometimes he overdoes his works and they become less understandable to others than Tom. It made him angry that teachers told him to slow down or try to be less. He puts his whole self into his education, it makes him feel like he has control and is better than everyone else. But for the sake of his grades and relationships with his teachers, he does his work like a normal, average student and puts his ambition into learning dark magic in secret. This makes him feel proud of himself, that he doesn’t let others get him.

-He sees the romance with other students, that they start with years to choose their people. It was so wired to Tom how they would just be so linked to each other. It made him uncomfortable seeing how they kissed or hugged. It was nothing special, how is it to them so special? And why is it not to him? He felt it was such a waste of time, he saw how this “love” thing also harmed others. For a long time, Tom was disgusted by this pathetic muggle neediness, but he also felt confused. Why do others have it, and he doesn’t? He’s better than them, how come it didn’t happen to him? Because he doesn’t want it or fears it? He starts to question human feelings and his own, angry that he has them, but still too much in love with himself to be angry at him. He was confused about how it didn’t happen to him, he saw it was so easy then why not him? He was just thinking logically, it is normal, right? Why is it out of reach for him? Of course, he didn’t want himself to fall for someone, he just wanted to see that someone may be interested in him.

-If it happens, if someone gets interested in him he’ll be unable to do anything. It happened, so that means he’s normal but is this good or bad? He doesn’t want to be ordinary but he doesn’t want to be seen as nonexistent too. Now, what to do with this someone? He knows how to make them in pain, or them to be happy, he just doesn’t know what he wants for them. Maybe he’ll just watch for some time, observe how it works, maybe it will be useful for him. So he just ignores the person that’s clearly interested in him. He watches them while they aren’t looking, trying to figure it all out. He doesn’t feel anything for them, but it is normal for humans to respond to this kind of feeling, right? Just to make himself look good he walks up to the person, it doesn’t matter what they are doing, and just says their feelings out loud. Of course, they are embarrassed by his blunt words and afraid that he just said it so early, it probably means that he doesn’t feel the same. They are surprised when Tom says that he agrees with their feelings, but he says it with a blunt look on his face, just smiling at the corner of his lips for a moment, and walking away. Now he has to be more present in this persons day to day life.

-Well he at least tries, with a lot on his mind he sometimes just forgets the person and their needs. So he isn’t very present in this loose “relationship”. But he understands that he has to, and needs to find out what is so pleasant in this thing. He shows up to them after class talking about some usual things. He observes them and how they react to certain things, he sees they are nervous but does nothing about it. He is very polite to them, cracking a smile or a few to make them feel more comfortable, that is how it works, right?

-He helps them with school work and spends free time with them. He is quite surprised that he’s enjoying the moments with them, but it’s still not because of them, just situations they are in. He doesn’t want to attach himself to them, this is just an experiment. He and the person are still very distant from each other but he tried his best to make them more comfortable with him, to unravel them and figure them out. He makes notes on what “couples” do with each other, but he’s so uncomfortable with these actions, he won’t perform them. He knows the psychological tricks to do on people, and he’s more willing to do them.

-After some time of this “relationship” the person becomes more attached to him, and he sees it. They are more comfortable with him, sharing their thoughts and feelings. This is a bit uncomfortable for Tom, he doesn’t really know how to process the things they are saying, he feels his emotions but the emotions of others are out of reach for him. He knows what they mean but can’t relate to them and it becomes a problem. The person seeks comfort in Riddle but he’s closed and only can try to make them feel better. Sometimes they cry in front of him, he just sits there, thinking is this this “love” that everyone is so crazy about? There was this time when the person was so broken and sad they couldn’t stop crying and Tom was there with them. He didn’t know what to do. Suddenly the person wraps their hands around Tom, their face in his shoulder. It makes him jump a bit. He looks at them, they are in mess. He feels how pathetic they are, but swallows the urge to call them out. He hates the feeling of a trap in their arms, how heavy they are, and the tears soaking into his robes.

“Stop that.” He says with the calmest tone he can, but his disgust is not hidden. They, a bit scared let go, looking at Tom with worried eyes. He sits there for a minute, processing what happened and that it’s over, and just stands up, leaving them alone. He couldn’t take the sudden contact. It made him feel like crawling out of his skin.

-He understood that what he did was painful to them, and probably the trust he built with them is gone, but he wasn’t ready to let go. He shows up to the person after one of the classes and asks for some time alone. They of course are a bit uncertain but they agree. Tom goes with them to the end of the hall and tries to explain what happened. He truly says that it made him uncomfortable, apologizing for his reaction. The person doesn’t really understand why Tom was uncomfortable but accepts the apology.

-He tries to show affection to the person but it’s hard for him to understand it. He sees what others do while being in relationships but it makes him very uncomfortable. He shows them “affection” by giving notes to learn from, listening to them, and hanging out with them in his free time. Sometimes he will force himself to gently stoke their shoulder, or give them an awkward side hug, he tries to be normal. But it’s clear that he fights with this thing. The person would lose their interest in Tom, they got close to him and his mysterious and unclear behavior made them unhappy, no longer linked to him. So they “break up” with him. Tom doesn’t feel bad because this ended but because he failed at his task. And it makes him bitter, he completely ignores the person and forgets them, while focusing on his deeds.

-After that Tom learns how to ignore everyone around him and just care for himself, not opening up to anyone anymore in an intimate way.

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kind-hufflepuff · 2 months

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RE-DONE HARRY POTTER AI ART

Harry Potter

Theo Nott

Pansy Parkinson

Young Tom Riddle

James Potter

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ambivalens999 · 4 months

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I think about this scene all the time (not that i remember the details correctly off the top of my head lol)

bb 🥹🥹

#harry potter #okpm #tom riddle #tom marvolo riddle #tomarry #young voldemort #lord voldemort

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yesluuh · 2 years

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Tom Riddle Aesthetic

#tom marvolo riddle #tom riddle #gaunt #lord voldemort #lord of darkness #darkest arts #heiress #slytherin #slytherin pride #Slytherin Student #slytherin prefect #slytherin headboy #marauders era #young voldemort #hp aesthetic #hp moodboard

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tribute-doll · 2 years

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#tom marvolo riddle #tom riddle #young voldemort #lord voldemort #tom marvolo riddle aesthetic #tom riddle aesthetic #young voldemort aesthetic #collage #slytherin #snakes #snake aesthetic #slytherin aesthetic #my post

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greenhorn-art · 2 years

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Petition to give witches & wizards robes again please

(drawn & posted May 14 2022)

#tom riddle #voldemort #young tom riddle #young voldemort #tom riddle jr #harry potter #fanart #my art #to whomever decided to switch from fabulous robes to suits/dresses. w h y #I may not be able to draw the pretty robes but I appreciate them Very Much.#where were dumbledore’s eye-searingly garish outfits? also tonks’ bright hair? WE WERE ROBBED!#also #hate that such things need to be said but #I do NOT condone or agree with the series’ author #I’m just over here playing in the Harry Potter universe sandbox and adding as many pride flags to my sand!hogwarts castle as I please #(which is a heck of a lot if my ao3 history says anything)#on another note #I’ve always imagined Tom Riddle as having green eyes #Tom and Harry being so similar yet so different #pale green more like the killing curse than dark bottle green like Harry

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coryosbaby · 4 months

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Mascara || T. Riddle

Fandom: ‘Harry Potter’

Pairing: Young! Tom Riddle x fem! Ravenclaw! Reader

｡.｡ ♡ Content warning . Public sex, praise & degradation, cum play, sub! Reader, dom! Tom

Notes: set in modern day Hogwarts. I never thought i’d want to fuck Voldemort but here we are.

Your feet patter softly against the tile floors of Hogwarts, a book clutched tightly in your arms as you make your way towards the school’s library. It’s a rainy night, incredibly quiet and empty. The other students are at dinner, and you’ve decided to skip out to study for your OWLs. When you open the big wooden doors to the library, the smell of printed ink and old pages invites you further in.

The first thing you notice, when you close the doors behind you and take sight of the room, is that the librarian, Madam Pince, is no where to be found. She must be on her break.

The second thing you notice is the boy sitting in the darkest corner of the room.

You know of the familiar brunette— of course you do. Who wouldn’t? Tom Riddle is a popular slytherin well known for his cunningness, his intelligence, his ability to speak native tongues— and sometimes, his temper. A ravenclaw yourself, you try to steer clear of him. Slytherins usually don’t take politely to anyone outside of their house. Not to mention the fact that you scored the top of your class, with him coming in close second. You suspect that he hates you for that.

He catches your gaze, brown eyes with the resemblance of a serpent. He looks back down at his book, seeming bored.

You let out a breath of air.

You slide your book into the return bin, timidly moving to the shelf about Potions. Snape has been really hassling you lately on your grades, and you really need to turn your B+ into a perfect A. Your fingertips skim over the leathered binds, reading title after title. A voice behind you makes you jump.

“If you’re studying for Snape’s final, I’d recommend ‘Advanced Potion Making’. It will tell you all you need to know.”

His voice is an angelic lilt, though you know that is not in any way what he resembles. The fact that he’s helping you stumps you into utter confusion, and heat creeps up your neck. You nod to him as you begin searching for the book.

To no avail. Your eyes search every bind, every word, but your focus has been diluted because of Tom speaking to you. He sighs, almost annoyed.

He appears beside you, much to your surprise. You nervously bite your lip as he finds the exact book he recommended and pushes it into your hands.

“Chapter nine. I would’ve thought a girl of your ranking in our class would know this already.”

Your brows furrow, embarrassment coursing through you as he sits back down and resumes his tasks. You nervously fumble with the book.

“Thank you.” You reply, because you had been taught proper manners. He scoffs, flicking through the pages of his book. You can’t read the title, though the cover is quite off put ish and dark. Perhaps he had snuck into the restricted section.

“Don’t.”

You frown, though your mind is peaking with curiosity. He seems rude, but he was trying to help you. Maybe there’s something nice under there, after all. Your body is stiff as you sit across from him at the table, silently pleading to God that the boy across from you won’t put a nasty hex on you.

“You don’t have to be rude, you know.”

It slips out of your lips, quiet and unsure. Tom’s eyes narrow at you.

“And as well as that, you don’t have to sit across from me.”

“Perhaps I want to. Perhaps you need a friend.”

“A friend?” He chuckles dryly, his gaze travelling down to your robes. You try to ignore the heat creeping between your legs. “We aren’t going to be friends.”

His insinuation is thick, dangerous. Your heart pounds out of your chest at this unexpected turn of your study hour. You gulp, looking down at the pages.

“Very well then. But since I’ve already sat down, I might as well continue my book here.”

“Or we could continue this conversation in my dorm room.”

He says it smoothly, with no fear or utmost insecurity.

“What?” You blanch, stuttering on your syllables. Tom smirks.

“A smart girl like you, and you can’t even comprehend a single sentence,” he says, his body beginning to move out of his chair. “‘S pathetic, really…”

You breath hitches as his tall form towers over you. Your fingertips grasp the sides of your chair as he leans in close.

“Tom,” you start, warningly. He quirks a brow.

“No?” He questions, and then after a moment, staring into your doe eyes, it dawns on him. His mouth forms into a grin. “Oh, you want it here, don’t you? You want it right here.”

His lips brush just inches over your pouty lips, and you wonder how in the hell you got into this situation and why this slytherin boy is making such a sudden move on you. But knowing Tom, it’s probably out of boredom. Out of the desire for a hook up.

You don’t mind it. Not really, not anymore, because all your protests are ripped away from you when he presses his lips to yours. It’s not tender or sweet, it’s full of sharp teeth and unfiltered lust. His hands rest on your chin, gripping your head so you can’t escape his kiss— can’t escape him.

Your tongue is about to graze his lips when he pulls away. His fingers grasp your shoulder and pull you up to your feet. You stumble, your legs shaky from just a couple of kisses. You gasp when he spins you around and presses your face against one of the nearest bookshelves. His big hands wrap around your wrists and hold them behind your back.

“I don’t want to hear any complaints from you. Do you understand me?” He whispers, his hands reaching down to lift up your robes. “If I do, I’ll leave you here drenched, your clothes gone, with your holes freshly fucked and on display for the entire school to see. Do you understand me?”

You nod instantly. You know that these aren’t empty threats; when Tom says he’s going to do something, he’ll do it.

When he pulls up your robes, taking in the sight of your pretty pink thong, he lets out a sharp breath.

“Prepared, weren’t you?”

You let out a whine, knowing that no, this wasn’t intentional. Tom just caught you on a specific type of day. But looking on it now, maybe the universe was being in your favor when you decided to pick out the flimsy undergarment.

Tom slips the hem of your robes into your hands.

“Hold it.” He commands, and you’re quick to comply.

His hardness presses against you, clothed still but his robes are lifted so he can rut against you in his briefs. It isn’t long before he’s pulling them down past his thighs, his cock sprinting up into the air as he places himself against you once again. You can’t help but drip with need, canting your hips back against him. His cock presses in between the seam of your ass, and you rub against him like a bitch in heat.

And just like a bitch in heat, you purr.

“Tommy..” you let out, and his grip on your hips tighten. “Please?”

He scoffs at the nickname, though his bottom lip is caught roughly between his teeth and he’s trying to contain himself. He wraps his hand around his awaiting length, parts your thighs with the other, and slides his dick up against your throughly aroused pussy.

He’s warm, sticky. You wish you could’ve seen him before this, seen that thing that feels oh so heavy between your legs, but it’ll have to wait. Hopefully, there will be a next time.

When he slides in, it stretches you obscenely. This isn’t your first time, but there’s a burning sensation as he enters you. He’s got the perfect amount of thickness and length to pull a moan deep from your throat.

He doesn’t start slow. His hips smack against yours at a rapid pace, small grunts leaving his silky lips as he uses you like a common whore. Your hands grip your robes and the bookshelf at the same time, trying to keep steady as Tom fills you to the brim. He noses along your jaw and leaves wet, open kisses there. You mewl when he bites down harshly and sucks a mark into your skin.

“Such a tight little cunt you have,” Tom breathes, his fingertips bruising your hips. “Look at you, such a slut for my cock. Does it feel good? Tell me, tell me how it feels.”

Your thighs squeeze him, your mouth gaping open in utter ecstasy. Your words are caught in your throat, but Tom is quick to force them out of you with a spank to your ass. You moan, your forehead pressing against the bookshelf’s wooden edge.

“Yes! Yes, it feels so good…” you slur, entranced by the spice of his cologne and the feeling of his girthy length splitting you open. He grunts, bucking his hips into you with vigor.

“And I bet it’s the best you’ve had, isn’t it? All those other boys can’t do it for you. I’m the only one that fucks you this good.”

It’s true, and when his cockhead hits a spot deep inside you that has you keening, your legs quiver and your brain turns to jelly. Tom’s fingers place themselves around your neck and squeeze so hard that your vision blurs at the edges, and you’re enthralled by the fear that courses through your veins. He’s playing your life in his hands like it’s a shiny new toy.

He fucks you like a madman as you gasp and beg for air. Tears spill out of your eyes, salty and wet and Tom takes notice.

“Crying?” He sneers, pounding you so hard that you’re sure the bookshelf will leave bruises as it presses against you. “You’re pathetic. A pathetic, filthy little girl.”

“Mmmhhh..” you cry out. Your eyes roll back as you utter incoherent sounds. He growls.

“Do you want me to cum inside you?” And then, with a harsh grip on your hair, “I want to hear you say it. Beg me. Beg me to fill you, whore.”

Your eyes shut tight, and your hands clasp around his wrists as he loosens his grip on your throat.

“Please,” your voice is a gasp as you finally get oxygen unto your system. “Please, Tom, f-fill me up. Cum inside me.”

A small, throaty groan escapes his lips, and with one last desperate thrust he’s spilling balls deep inside your drooling cunt. His cum spills over the cusp of your used entrance, and when he’s done fucking it into you he pulls out with a sharp exhale.

You can feel his cum spill out of your raw fucked hole, the creamy fluid dribbling down your thigh and dripping onto the carpet below. Your clit throbs mercilessly, still devoid of any attention, but Tom is quick to put a stop to that. He drops to his knees, then, and it’s a surprising gesture that you didn’t expect. He doesn’t seem like the type to get on his knees for anyone, let alone you. But his tongue lolls out of his mouth as he spreads your knees and catches his cum into his awaiting mouth. He licks up your hole, circling your clit with practiced precision. You let out a guttural sound when you hear the obscene noises of the cum spilling out of you, along with Tom’s mouth slurping at your cunt vigorously. He works at you over and over, and you clench when you feel yourself nearing your high. It’s almost embarrassingly quick, but you’ve been denied so long that you need to do it and you need to do it now.

“I’m going to…” you gasp out, as he rubs circles into your clit. He lets out a loud grunt against you, his mouth working harder. “I’m cumming—god, I’m cumming!”

Your orgasm washes over you, hits you like a tidal wave in the middle of an incredibly large ocean. Tom works his tongue and lets you ride out your high, and he sighs and pulls away from your pussy when you come down.

He’s gathered enough arousal to fill his mouth generously, and he kisses you flat on the lips. His tongue slides against yours and you can taste your shared arousal on him. You whimper, licking desperately at his salty spend, and it’s messy and sloppy and absolutely depraved. His teeth nip at you as you swallow it all down.

You’re dizzy, on shaky legs. You turn around, finally getting to see Tom’s face coated in your slick and his cum. He grins at you, and something twists in your gut so primal you feel you might burst.

“Better get to studying, Miss Y/L/N,” he says. “It’d be a shame if this missed study session made you fail your OWLs.”

#bunny writes ͟͟͞☆#Tom riddle #Tom riddle x reader #Tom riddle x fem! reader #Tom riddle smut #Tom riddle fanfic #young! Tom riddle #Harry Potter #Harry Potter and the chamber of secrets #harry potter franchise #Harry Potter blurb #Harry Potter fanfic #Voldemort

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monserelates · 8 days

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when your card declines at therapy and they bring out the fact that James died thinking he saved Lily and Harry

#james potter #the marauders #all the young dudes #marauders #remus lupin #wolfstar #james potter x reader #anything for our moony #jily #moony wormtail padfoot and prongs #voldemort #tom riddle

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king-of-horny · 2 days

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Harry: why do you love me?

Tom: I love you because you are my sunshine, you are the light in my darkest days, you are the one who helps me and keeps me sane, you are everything to me.

harry

tom:

harry: just kiss me you cheesy person

*how unromantic I am*

#harry potter #incorrect golden trio quotes #golden trio era #gay awakening #golden trio #young voldemort #voldemort #tom x harry #tomarry #tom riddle

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haldirs-melda · 1 year

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‘I would like you to eat all of it, I know it is your favourite.’ His voice was barely above a whisper. You only nodded which elicited a whispered good girl from his lips.

Chapter 18 uploaded to Ruby Red!

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turvi · 8 months

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Im requesting a tom riddle fic where he is dating the reader and like how that would look like. Make it fluffy but not to a point it’s unrealistic for him

Tom twirled his wand carelessly between his long fingers staring at Y/n who was paying more attention to the potion in front of her than him.

He couldn't take it anymore and placed his want below her chin, the same wand that had obliterated students, to make her look at him. "Your time is up."

Y/n barely parted her lips to argue when he interrupted her again. "My darling it is of no use arguing with me. So wrap this up and come with me. I will be waiting outside." With that, Tom walked out of the classroom not giving her a chance to talk.

Y/n quickly picked up her books haphazardly and jogged to catch up to Tom. Tom smirked and kept walking as she tried to catch up to him. He turned around and gave her a mocking smirk. “No rush darling. Take your time please.”

She rolled her eyes. That made Tom stop in his tracks and looked at her coldly. “Do you have a problem darling?” Y/n gulped as he walked towards her, she tried to take long breaths to calm her beating heart in fear he might hear them. He grabbed her jaw making her look at him. “The only time I want to see your pretty eyes roll is when I make you feel good, got it precious?”

Y/n quickly nodded and froze when she felt his lips on her cheek. "Good girl." Tom took her hand in his, it felt colder than usual. As they made their way through the corridor Y/n noticed how the students made way for them, avoiding Tom like a plague, averting their eyes away from him.

An uncomfortable feeling started making home in her heart. Yes, Tom was ominous but as she spent more time with she felt there was something more... dark, something dangerous.

"What are you thinking, precious?" His honey-like voice brought Y/n back to reality to realise they were standing in front of his dorm. His tone was loving again.

"Nothing." Her voice was barely audible, but he heard her. His slender fingers caressed her chin. Y/n felt a shiver run up her spine when she looked into his eyes. Not an ounce of innocence in his brown irises were found. He looked so determined.

"You are right my darling." Y/n's eyes widened when he whispered these words in her ear. She wondered if he really heard her thoughts. "I did, precious. I always know what you are thinking. But that is good. Because we have nothing to hide from each other." She stayed still in shock as Tom kissed her jaw.

Her breath hitched when he stopped kissing her jaw, his teeth was right near her pulse. She could see his pupils dilate.

Y/n L/n in that moment realised she will never understand Tom Riddle but she will stay with him as he burns the world

A/n: THIS IS SUPER LATE. I am so sorry honestly I am moving to UK and it has been a rollercoaster. Thank you for being patient

#tom riddle x reader #lord voldemort x reader #voldemort x reader #lord voldemort #tom riddle imagine #tom marvolo riddle #tom riddle x y/n #tom riddle #young tom riddle #hogwarts #harry potter fanfiction #ask turvi #turvi writes

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souryam · 2 months

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there's like virtually nothing you can say to me or quotes u can throw in my face to convince me that 20 year old Lily was fine and ok with her husband (a.k.a basically the only person she has around) sneaking out at night to. what. annoy muggle police officers? So many people say "oh no she was talking fondly" and I never got it bc I've always read it as her coming across as annoyed. annoyed but trying to tone it down giving that it was a letter to Sirius. Like imagine you're 20 year old with a newly born baby having to live in almost complete isolation in the middle of a war and a half of the parental unit just decides to dip every Wednesday for #boysnight like what

#lily evans #i joke saying she was clawing the walls of that cottage and would be divorced the second voldemort fell to the ground but.#it might not be a joke anymore #anti james potter #anti jily #also i say that as a 19 yo whos turning 20 in june #i cant even conceive the idea of having a child #its scary to think that she was the same age as i am when she was pregnant/had harry bc now i see she was SO YOUNG #also im not even mentioning lily saying he was GRUMPY over not being able to leave at night anymore #my brave girl suffered more than jesus being stuck at home w a annoying white man omfg

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mmgwritings · 8 months

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Prometheus, or the Necessity of Violence

Tom Riddle / Original Female Character

Warnings: Canon Divergence; Unhealthy Relationships; Eventual Smut; Slow Burn; Enemies to Lovers; Gore and Explicitly Scenes.

Tracking Chapters: #mmgwprometheus

London, 1951. Two extraordinary individuals stand on the precipice of destiny. Maude Blishwick, a brilliant and prodigious pure-blood witch, embarks on a journey that leads her to the heart of dark mysteries. Born into a lineage of magical prowess, Maude's academic brilliance shines as she ascends to the Ministry of Magic's Department of Historical Artefacts. Assigned the formidable task of studying and restoring the ominous tome of Herpo the Foul, she becomes an unwitting guardian of a malevolent power.

At the same time, among british high society and the regulars of Knockturn Alley, the enigmatic figure of Tom Riddle casts a shadow that stretches far and wide. Known by few supremacy supporters as Lord Voldemort, his formidable rise to power as a dark wizard threatens the lives of muggle-borns. Unbeknownst to most, Tom's role as a shop boy at Borgin and Burkes unveils a sinister path. Once hailed as a prodigy during his days at Hogwarts, Tom's thirst for forbidden knowledge leads him to horcruxes - an ancient dark magic that can grant him unparalleled immortality.

As destiny weaves their fates together, Maude and Tom's worlds collide in a tale of suspense, intrigue, and uncharted magic. Herpo's diary becomes the key to Tom's insidious plans, as he seeks to harness the power of horcruxes without sacrificing his own power. But the diary is in the hands of Maude, who finds herself thrust into a dangerous game of cat and mouse. Bound by their relentless pursuit of arcane secrets, the two exceptional minds embark on a perilous quest, their paths intertwining in unforeseen ways.

Will Maude's brilliance illuminate the path to peace, or will Tom's relentless drive plunge the wizarding world into an era of darkness?

#mmgwprometheus #tom riddle fanfiction #tom riddle x reader #tom riddle smut #tom riddle lord voldemort #young tom riddle #tom hughes tom riddle

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vilentia · 1 year

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Echoes of Loneliness

Tom Riddle x reader

The castle was quiet, the only sounds coming from the occasional footsteps of students returning to their dormitories. You were sitting on a bench in the courtyard, staring off into the distance, lost in thought. You had been feeling so alone lately, even though you were surrounded by people every day.

That's when you saw him walking towards you. Tom Riddle, the boy who had captured your heart since the first day you met him. You had tried to stay away from him, knowing that he had a darkness inside him that frightened you, but you couldn't help the way you felt.

"Y/N," he said as he approached you. "What are you doing out here all alone?"

"Just thinking," you replied, trying to keep your voice steady.

He sat down beside you on the bench and looked out at the castle walls. For a few moments, you both sat in silence.

"I know how you feel," Tom said finally. "Like you don't belong, like nobody understands you."

You looked over at him in surprise. You had never expected him to understand how you felt.

"I've always felt that way," he continued. "But I've found that there are ways to make the pain go away. To feel like you're in control."

You knew what he meant. You had seen the way he could manipulate people, the way he could make them do whatever he wanted.

"But at what cost?" you asked softly. "Is it worth it, Tom?"

He turned to look at you, his eyes piercing into your soul.

"Yes," he said firmly. "It's worth it to feel powerful, to feel like you're not alone in this world. Don't you want that too?"

You didn't know what to say. Part of you wanted to give in to his words, to let him show you how to feel powerful. But another part of you was afraid, afraid of what he might do, afraid of what might happen if you went down that path.

"Tom," you said, your voice trembling. "I don't know if I can do this. I don't know if I'm strong enough."

He took your hand in his, his touch sending shivers down your spine.

"You're stronger than you think," he whispered. "And I'll be here to help you, every step of the way."

You looked up at him, his eyes full of intensity and passion. You knew that you wanted him, that you needed him, but you also knew that it was dangerous.

But in that moment, as you sat there in the quiet of the castle, you felt like maybe it was worth the risk. Maybe you could be with him, be his partner in crime, be his equal.

And so you took his hand, knowing that you were embarking on a journey that would change your life forever.

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