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tmvoldemort · 6 days
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"But you already wrote that trope."
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tmvoldemort · 7 days
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tmvoldemort · 7 days
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@starwrittenfates Lily was taken by surprise at this. Her parents had expected her to follow after her older sister and to some day end up getting married so she was well taken of and provided for, but she didn't just want to marry someone for those reasons. She had primarily wanted to marry for love. But the last thing she had expected was for her childhood friend-- her best friend-- to be proposing to her. Lily was momentarily left speechless, realizing Severus had feelings for her the whole time, something that made her heart flutter. "S-Sev..." she breathed out, trying to process this. She did like him. So what was there to lose? She would rather end up with someone she liked and knew instead of the opposite. "I must say, I wasn't expecting this at all--but it is highly welcomed. Yes. I will marry you." She gives him a warm smile, placing her hand in his.
Severus face blanked before color washed over it.
"Really?"
His fingers close in around her hand. Giving her oh so soft hand a squeeze. Hoping she didn't notice how sweaty his palm was. Fighting for the right words as the first set sounded like a jumble.
"I mean it won't be weird. Just help us both out in the world."
He couldn't believe it worked.
His thumb smoothed over the back of her hand. Right across the moutian of peachy knuckles. Staring hard at her lips.
They would be his. His to look at when ever he wanted. To speak words in a way that was only his. To kiss, nibbling the corners that pulled back. That sly smile when she was a on the break of laugther.
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tmvoldemort · 7 days
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@originalwizkid
"Friend?" Tom crackled a smile. Amused by such a childish sentance. Didn't Harry know what was happening here.
Yet even Tom was confused by his own. How easily he was taking things further.
How warm the others skin felt compared to his own. How he liked the small tremble in the others tone. The humming under his hand as the other spoke. How he could see the others collar bone poking out. How a small freckle sat in the hallows.
The closer he lean into the more appealing that freckle looked. Feeling his own breath hit back off Harry's shoulder.
"I will be a great Lord some day. And you'll sing my proper name that day."
Tom lean down to the others collar bone before he paused. Unsure what he himself plan on doing.
Tom ran a finger along the cluster of nick nacks. Stopping at a volume of some old, dog ear book. Pulling it out to flip through the pages. Allowing the other to openly watch him. Knowing they wouldn't had his attention been on them.
"I once saw a man die. This was during the war in the summer. Before they could get us all to the country side."
Tom's eyes were blank as if it wasn't suppose to be a strong memory. Even though it dwell heavy in his brain.
"A bomb took him. In the rubble I saw him. And he me."
Tom stopped flipping through the pages, "But his death wasn't the one that had me fearing dying."
But Tom said to much.
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tmvoldemort · 10 days
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tmvoldemort · 11 days
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"Oooh." Tom practically hissed.
The tip of his nose brushed against Harry's forehead. Pausing to inhale his woody scent. One he knew he would get addictied too.
"You're right about that. I rather not see my new 'help mate' leave."
The hand leaning against the wall pushes Tom back up right. Gripping Harry by the throat. Feeling the faint pluse beat against his fingers. Feeling the others life force throb against him.
"I'll keep your secret and you in turn help me. You'll find me an agreeable Master, Harry."
Tom's body buzz. His own little indebt slave. One who practically hum under him. Yes. Oh yes.
Tom ran a finger along the cluster of nick nacks. Stopping at a volume of some old, dog ear book. Pulling it out to flip through the pages. Allowing the other to openly watch him. Knowing they wouldn't had his attention been on them.
"I once saw a man die. This was during the war in the summer. Before they could get us all to the country side."
Tom's eyes were blank as if it wasn't suppose to be a strong memory. Even though it dwell heavy in his brain.
"A bomb took him. In the rubble I saw him. And he me."
Tom stopped flipping through the pages, "But his death wasn't the one that had me fearing dying."
But Tom said to much.
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tmvoldemort · 11 days
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Tom watch the gleam on Harry's damp lower lip. Wondering if it felt as soft as it looked. Mashing his own between his teeth. Gnawing at it with a frustration that had been eating at him since Harry's day one.
"Secrets?" There!
"Death is the monster. It's the end of everything, even your parents and your secret." Tom whispered,
He leans close enough to Harry that his breath blow whisp of hair that frames his face. He can smell the scent of clean laundry and the metal of his glasses.
"What would happen if your secert got out? Worried the murderer would find you? Don't you trust Hogwarts and Dippet to protect you?"
Tom ran a finger along the cluster of nick nacks. Stopping at a volume of some old, dog ear book. Pulling it out to flip through the pages. Allowing the other to openly watch him. Knowing they wouldn't had his attention been on them.
"I once saw a man die. This was during the war in the summer. Before they could get us all to the country side."
Tom's eyes were blank as if it wasn't suppose to be a strong memory. Even though it dwell heavy in his brain.
"A bomb took him. In the rubble I saw him. And he me."
Tom stopped flipping through the pages, "But his death wasn't the one that had me fearing dying."
But Tom said to much.
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tmvoldemort · 11 days
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"We?" Tom crossed the distance. Watching the different emotions cross Harry's face. Finding a childish charm to the other.
Tom should be mad. Instead he's entraced. Waiting for the next thing the other would say. Disappointed by the, "I'm sorry." Always waiting for something deeper to be said.
"Orphan?" Now that was something.
Tom crackled.
"Don't let Dippt find out. He always brings that up with me." One hand reaches out to lean on the wall behind Harry's shoulder. Leaning over to study Harry better.
"You don't talk much about before Hogwarts." Tom should know, he asked everyone who interacted with him.
Tom ran a finger along the cluster of nick nacks. Stopping at a volume of some old, dog ear book. Pulling it out to flip through the pages. Allowing the other to openly watch him. Knowing they wouldn't had his attention been on them.
"I once saw a man die. This was during the war in the summer. Before they could get us all to the country side."
Tom's eyes were blank as if it wasn't suppose to be a strong memory. Even though it dwell heavy in his brain.
"A bomb took him. In the rubble I saw him. And he me."
Tom stopped flipping through the pages, "But his death wasn't the one that had me fearing dying."
But Tom said to much.
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tmvoldemort · 11 days
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Reblog if you are willing to do toxic ships
Not every love is sweet and kind Sometimes, love is dangerous Poisonous, addictive, obsessive Leaving emotional, mental and physical scars Don’t want to walk away, refuse to let go To need, no matter how much it hurts To know the same pain is returned Because some don’t want just the sweet They crave the bitter too
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tmvoldemort · 11 days
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@originalwizkid
The way the other shifted unsure what to do with his arms meant he was uncomfortable. Tom was sure he'd get sympathy like most gave him. Or at least interest. In fact Harry seem uncomfortable around him and the topic.
Perhaps Tom hung out with too many morbid Slyhterin's.
But that didn't explain Harry.
"Can't you guess?"
Tom put down the book. Looking over the strange bespeckled student. Everything about Harry was odd. From his odd pairing of clothing, his mannerism to how he acted around Tom.
"No guesses? You'd think that be blaringly loud from a motherless orphan like myself."
Tom ran a finger along the cluster of nick nacks. Stopping at a volume of some old, dog ear book. Pulling it out to flip through the pages. Allowing the other to openly watch him. Knowing they wouldn't had his attention been on them.
"I once saw a man die. This was during the war in the summer. Before they could get us all to the country side."
Tom's eyes were blank as if it wasn't suppose to be a strong memory. Even though it dwell heavy in his brain.
"A bomb took him. In the rubble I saw him. And he me."
Tom stopped flipping through the pages, "But his death wasn't the one that had me fearing dying."
But Tom said to much.
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tmvoldemort · 11 days
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Greetings, Dark Lord, how are you doing? Could you finally get the full power and help the pure blood wizards and witches to live in this world?
@willdarknessblog
"The work can not be my struggle alone. Why not join my legion? Bring peace to our world at last. In the end it shall be worth it."
The Dark Lord extend his hand, "You're not afraid are you?"
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tmvoldemort · 11 days
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Tom ran a finger along the cluster of nick nacks. Stopping at a volume of some old, dog ear book. Pulling it out to flip through the pages. Allowing the other to openly watch him. Knowing they wouldn't had his attention been on them.
"I once saw a man die. This was during the war in the summer. Before they could get us all to the country side."
Tom's eyes were blank as if it wasn't suppose to be a strong memory. Even though it dwell heavy in his brain.
"A bomb took him. In the rubble I saw him. And he me."
Tom stopped flipping through the pages, "But his death wasn't the one that had me fearing dying."
But Tom said to much.
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tmvoldemort · 12 days
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so-called-cal Reminds me of that one nerd in every Stephen King story that ends up going evil with a slightest bit of power.
//Tom would be that nerd and I can't help but remember him blushing in the headmasters office because Dippt remember he was an orphan. DORK
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tmvoldemort · 12 days
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i love the whole "tom riddle was hot" "tom riddle was so charming" "tom riddle was perfect" thing that a lot of fics got going on, but i would also like to take a moment for everyone to remember that tom was a fucking nerd.
it's no wonder it took him so long at Hogwarts to get the Slytherin's on his side when my boy went about scribbling in his diary and sketching skulls. he was emo and his best friend was a snake that his great great great + granddaddy left for him.
he had it out for an old man who fed everyone lemon drops and wore the most outrageous robes and later a twelve year old boy after tom became the child therapist to an eleven year old girl.
he literally fashioned himself a new name out of his old one when over half the kids at my school wouldn't be able to tell you what an anagram even is.
he got a whole ass award for being a tattletale and was a teachers pet. man was a genius, yes, but he was also dork who liked to hide out in a chamber only accessible through the girls bathroom and and called his little book club The Knights of Walpurgis.
i love him but occasionally i just have to laugh at him and think about how bbg he his.
everything is so fucking unserious.
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tmvoldemort · 15 days
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I come from a long line of people with something wrong with them
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tmvoldemort · 17 days
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full offense but none of you would have ever survived fanfiction.net in 2009
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tmvoldemort · 18 days
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Tom frowned, "A what? Nevermind with your crudeness."
Withdrawing his wand be begain to repair the damages left behind their dangrous practices. A spliter table reporposed it self. A turned over chair righting it self up again. Books repaired then flew back into their right spots.
"Least I know you are taking the potions. If I'm right then you'll have build up an immunity to their dark magic."
Under his breath Tom said, "And I'm always right."
Tom withdraws his grip from her upper thigh. Moves back and off of her. Her stirring heartbeat still lingers under his palm.
"Welcome back." His voice rather husky, "I suppose you want a break from jinx back spell at the moment."
In a swift motion Tom got to his feet. Offering her his hand.
"You came to quicker then you think."
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