── .✦ tom riddle crashing out in his dorm after finding out his crush didn’t use amortentia on him ⭑.ᐟ
abraxas malfoy was beyond perplexed as he watched his dark lord lay face down on the dorm floor, groaning continuously into the cold marble. for a previously composed, moody, and intelligent heir of slytherin, tom riddle was … difficult for the past two months. ever since she arrived.
he hadn’t blamed his lord when he wanted to get to know the girl, after all she was breathtakingly beautiful, a pureblood, and had appeared whilst in the middle of ancient runes fighting a cloaked man, killing him with a spell unknown to any wizard. of course, tom riddle would want to know her after hearing dumbledore beg the headmaster to allow her to continue her studies at hogwarts.
no, abraxas knew that was what his dark lord would want need to do. anyone who’s whole future was to become powerful and immortal would be clawing at the opportunity to get to know a mysterious, devastatingly beautiful, kissed by the gods, woman.
what he didn’t understand was how far riddle had taken his “research” on the girl. how he had went from walking her to her door—“i’m a prefect, malfoy, it makes sense and courteous of me to do so.”—to accompanying her on picnics with gryffindors. gryffindors for god’s sake! from pairing up with her for projects—“i’m keeping an eye on her, see what she knows.”—to sneaking out to watch the stars at the astronomy tower with her.
rosier had once made a pass at her, and when she had flirted back, riddle had called the knights for a meeting where he crucio’d rosier until the sun had came up. the rest had to clean up the blood pooling around their fellow friend.
his lord had came to them, yelling as he clutched at his chest. “she poisoned me! she must’ve drugged my tea with amortentia when i was not looking!”
everyone exchanged glances, malfoy suffering from constant whiplashes with his master’s mood swings.
“my lord, she’s smart, but i don’t think she would have the—“ nott started, shutting up as soon as riddle had focused his anger at him.
avery jumped in, not wanting to spend another day cleaning up blood like muggles. “surely she couldn’t have used amortentia without you noticing, my lord. you don’t miss such things!”
the group nodded, half terrified, half anxious.
“she’d had to!” riddle had yelled, pacing around the dorm. “i feel—these revolting emotions surface when she comes around, she plagues my mind, and even my body, my body, reacts to the scent of her perfume!”
the knights had taken turns being crucio’d that night.
abraxas knew his master had been investigating the girl, so he had been more than aghast to find his lord groaning on the floor. for half a second, he wondered if the girl had done something to him, but quickly dismissed it when he saw riddle’s wand in his hand.
he stepped slowly into the room, clearing his throat. “my lord? … are you alright? have you been harmed?”
tom stopped groaning, though stayed face down on the floor as the other knights came into the door, dumbfounded by the sight.
“ ˢʰᵉ ᵈⁱᵈⁿ’ᵗ ᵘˢᵉ ᵃᵐᵒʳᵗᵉⁿᵗⁱᵃ “ riddle mumbled into the marble floor, body limp and unmoving.
rosier tilted his head, brows furrowing. “my lord, what did you say? nott could not hear.”
nott threw him a glare before turning back to their master, concerned and frightened.
abraxas watched as his lord stood, taking a deep breath, casting a silencing charm before screaming into the room. it was raw and fervent, as if he was letting out years of pain into it. everyone flinched, waiting for a crucio to be casted, whether on them or the other.
the knights had reached new fears when their master waved away the silencing charm and laid back down on the floor, staring at the ceiling.
“she didn’t use amortentia.” riddle repeated, closing his eyes briefly. “i watched her for days, every movement, my eyes never left her. i’ve looked at her wand, looking for an intimacy spell but found none. i’ve searched her belongings, nothing came to fruition other than her love for pearls.”
everyone stayed silent, lestrange on the verge of cracking a smirk as he watched his feared lord have a crisis over a girl.
tom riddle didn’t have to say the words out loud for everyone to understand. they all witnessed as their lord stood back up, took an usually long shower, and exited the dorm without another word.
meetings became less and less until they longer happened. abraxas observed as riddle spent more and more time with the girl, knowing the look in his eyes as he’d seen in many couples before. he studied how his master had spent the next years courting her, witnessed when riddle had asked for her love in the astronomy tower.
abraxas and the rest attended their wedding, surveying how their master pledge his allegiance and love to her.
riddle had disbanded their group when they graduated, and though the knights had been disappointed, abraxas couldn’t find it in himself to feel dismayed when she and tom asked him to be the godfather to their daughter.
Could you write a Tom riddle x reader where reader ends up in the infirmary because of a potion gone wrong (it exploded on them) and wakes up with zero memory of her relationship with Tom but instead has memory of her past life (as a person in our world who enjoyed the Harry Potter books) and is now trying to navigate how to deal with the young dark lord and live in the 20th century too
Warnings; Tom Riddle, Smut at the end, unprotected PinV sex, fingering.
so this prooobably isnt exactly what the requester @princesspuffle8 imagined for this request, but i couldn't figure out exactly how, or why, Tom would go for 'our world' reader when she's so different from 'his' (y/n). so he never gets with...'us' technically, but at the end theres the good stuff so i hope that makes up for it lol.
reminder-i do take requests(if they interest me enough :3)
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Darkness encased her vision, a harsh ringing in her ears.
What happened? She thinks to herself as she feels the darkness-the weird feeling of forced sleep ebbing away from her eyes, her mouth was really dry, her eyes heavy.
The last thing she remembered was feeling really dizzy after a long day of being sick-she’d caught a nasty cold from her nieces and felt feverish the next day, by the afternoon she was achy and cold and like she’d gotten hit by a truck.
She passed out while making soup for dinner, she hit her head.
She pries open her eyes-not greeted by her bedroom ceiling or the kitchen ceiling, but instead a tall pale stone ceiling that arches and is blinded by sunlight, her head already hurting again.
Did she get taken to a hospital? Had her father returned from work to see her on the floor? Had she bled? Must’ve been a terrifying sight.
She peels her eyes open, looking around the space though she’s blinded by light and the white stone of the very large room. The space was open and…vaguely familiar?
She groans a bit, her face scrunching at the tight feeling in it, like a healing sunburn or something.
“Ms. Doherty?”
She didn’t respond, assuming whoever was talking wasn’t talking to her, since her last name was (last name), not Doherty.
A hand gently shook her arm, and her eyes focused onto the figure leaning over her. “Ms. Doherty? Are you awake?” (y/n)’s brows furrowed, why were they calling her that.
“Wha-?” (y/n) mumbled, her vision finally focusing and getting used to the sunlight and she saw a nurse above her, though in a uniform that wasn’t…standard to what she was used to. It looked like an old nurse uniform, like when people did war re-enactments or something. “huh?”
“You are awake, how are you feeling Ms. Doherty?” the nurse asked, pressing something cold and refreshing to the side of her face that made her flinch a bit, feeling very disoriented.
“uh-“ (y/n) muttered, very confused and as she looked around the large room again, she recognized it.
The hospital wing from the Harry Potter movies, down to the windows, bed, and torch fixtures. How in the hell?
“Where-am i?” (y/n) asks, her tongue feeling heavy in her mouth as the nurse gives a slight look of concern.
“You’re in the hospital wing Ms. Doherty, there was a potions incident yesterday and you’ve been unconscious,” The nurse said with a touch of concern, since to her-(y/n) had never shown such, confusion after waking up from an injury. “I’m going to ask you some questions Ms. Doherty, okay?”
(y/n) slowly nodded, sitting up a bit in the medical bed, looking down at the PJ’s she wore, a button-down sleep shirt and long sleep pants, both colored green. “What year is it Ms. Doherty?” the nurse asked and (y/n) responded automatically.
“2025,” (y/n) said, looking up at the nurse whose eyes went wide, and she did not seem to have a response to what (y/n) said. “What?” (y/n) asked, her brows furrowing.
“Uhm, what-what were you doing before you went unconscious?” the nurse asked, pulling a long-carved stick from her pocket-a real life wand-(y/n)’s eyes snapped to it in disbelief.
“Uh, I was-making soup for myself at home, I was sick.” (y/n) said, leaning back from the nurse as she brought the wand close to her. “Whaaat are you doing?”
The nurse seemed very concerned now that (y/n) was reacting oddly to her wand and stepped back, her lips pursed. “I’ll be back, do not move. Drink water.” The nurse said swiftly and quickly left the hospital wing, leaving (y/n) alone.
Was this really happening? (y/n) thought, looking around the room again, it seemed so real, and the nurse's reactions were too…realistic to be some sort of prank. (y/n) glanced at the bedside table, seeing a pitcher of water and a cup next to it, presumably for her.
She poured herself a cup and drank slowly, feeling her tight face-it was hot and tight, like she’d been badly sunburned and was in the middle of healing. She looked around again, then at the folded clothes on the metal chair beside the bed she was in.
Hogwarts robes, green-Slytherin. Her brows furrowed again, picking at her thumb as her anxiety rose.
What was going on?
The nurse returned a few minutes later with…Dumbledore in tow, but much younger than she’d seen in the movies, besides the Fantastic Beast movies she never bothered to watch.
“Dumbledore,” She breathed out and the middle-aged man nodded, his hair auburn and his robes suit like instead of flowing and…fantastical.
“Ms. Doherty, good to see you awake. Now, would you mind telling me the last thing you remembered? And what year you think it is?” Dumbledore asked, setting his hands on the end of her bed, on the metal bedpost.
“Uh, 2025, I was sick in my homes kitchen, I was making soup, I got dizzy and passed out.” (y/n) says, staring at the wizard with a growing feeling of realization.
Was she having a fever dream? That seemed the most logical solution to what was happening, since there was no way she was somehow in the Harry Potter universe.
Dumbledore hums in response, turning to the nurse and they talk quietly and (y/n) feels a bit frustrated since they weren’t including her in their conversation, about her.
Loud footsteps storm into the hospital wing and (y/n) jolts as she looks-looking right at Tom. Fucking. Riddle. Prefect badge and everything.
“Where is she?!” Tom yells and the nurse doesn’t even get a chance before Tom locks his gaze onto (y/n) and speedwalks towards her, robes billowing behind him. “(y/n).” he says, calmly and almost breathlessly as he arrives at her bedside-grabbing her hand is, cupping it with both hands. “you’re awake,”
“Uh-Mr. Riddle,” the nurse says, lifting her hand but Tom ignores her and reaches out with one hand to stroke (y/n)’s face.
“How are you feeling darl-ling?” Tom’s brows furrow as (y/n) leans away from him, her eyes wide with shock and everything is just-wild to process.
What is Tom Riddle doing here, why was he being all touchy with her? Why was young Voldemort being all-concerned, with her?!
“What kinda crazy fever dream is this?” (y/n) muttered under her breath, taking her hand out of his to rub her face, and then she pinched her arm-wincing when it hurt.
Tom’s brows furrowed, concerned with (y/n)’s reaction and actions, turning to the nurse. “What’s going on.” He demanded, fists clenched at his side.
“Well, somehow, we believe Ms. Doherty has, lost her memories.” The nurse said slowly and Tom’s cheeks flush with anger, (y/n) looking up at the nurse. But she had her memories? She could remember as far back as…oh around 4ish?
“But-I do have my memories?” (y/n) said, almost as a question and Tom’s head snapped back at her. The nurse nodded and cleared her throat.
“Yes well, it’s possible that you don’t have your memories of here, but instead you’ve switched with this worlds version of you, when the potions incident occurred.” The nurse said as Dumbledore stroked his beard in thought.
“The bloody multiverse theory?” Tom scoffed, crossing his arms. “What a bunch of hogwash.” Dumbledore sighed softly, looking at Tom.
“It is a very possible theory Riddle, and it does seem that Ms. Doherty-or well, what is your last name right now?” Dumbledore asked, turning his attention to (y/n) mid-sentence.
“Uh, (last name).” (y/n) offered and Dumbledore nodded while Tom’s frown deepened with concern.
“Ms. (l/n). It does seem she doesn’t remember anything of her past here, but has a whole load of memories of a different past, one where we possibly don’t exist for her.” Dumbledore says and Tom looks very upset at that notion, turning to her.
“Do you really not know me?” he asks and (y/n) swallows. Should she lie and say no? or tell the truth?
“Well, i-I do but, not…you exactly, uh-well-in my world, I guess, you all are a…book and movie series?” (y/n) said slowly and all three stare at her, wide-eyed. “just to be clear, I’m only telling basics. Like, I know where I am-I’m in Hogwarts, a magic school that has four houses, Gryffindor, Slytherin, Hufflepuff, and Ravenclaw, right now-you’re-” she points at Dumbledore. “-head of Gryffindor house and transfiguration professor, but at some point you’ll become headmaster, and you’re Tom Riddle, and depending on the year you’re either prefect or head boy.”
She does not mention she knows what he plans to be or what he will become, that’ll probably fuck the timeline up and ruin so many things and she didn’t want to risk being eaten by a basilisk.
“Well. She seems perfectly sound of mind.” Dumbledore chuckled as the nurse continues to stare at her like she grew antlers. Tom is as well.
After a bit-the nurse finishes doing a routine check up on her and she’s physically fine other than her, weird mental switch that apparently a potion had done to her.
The multiverse theory, was real apparently, what a strange notion. “Ma’am?” (y/n) asked the nurse as she changed into the Hogwarts robes of the 1940s. the nurse turned to her, humming. “Why was, uh, Riddle so…touchy with me?”
(y/n) asked, and she swears she hears a croak of breath from the hallway just outside the hospital wing where Tom had gone and the nurse gives a chuckle. “Well, you, or well…I’ll call her Ms. Doherty to avoid confusion-him and Ms. Doherty have been dating the last year or so.” (y/n) blinks wildly.
Tom Riddle, Mr. young dark lord-soon to be baby killer and horcrux maker-dating??? A version of her???
“That’s….okay. I feel bad now.” (y/n) murmured, remembering the look on Tom’s face when she’d pulled away from him like he was something dangerous-to him, it must’ve felt like rejection from his girlfriend, but then he hadn’t known his girlfriend's mind had been switched with another version of her-a version of her that knew 50 plus years into the future and where he was nothing but a fictional character.
(y/n) sighed, leaving the hospital wing after being cleared by the nurse, jumping a bit as she was greeted by Tom-waiting for her just down the hall. “Uh-“ (y/n) muttered, jumping again as he stepped close, grabbing her wrist.
“So you do not remember me? Or these last few years?” Tom asked, his eyes intense as he held her close, invading her nose with his cologne.
“Uh-no I don’t remember anything at all of ‘my’ life here, I’ve got a whole different set of memories from…the one you knew.” (y/n) said awkwardly, wriggling her hand in Tom’s grip-she was pretty uncomfortable right now.
Tom only huffed, releasing her wrist. “I’ll help you remember.” He said, like a promise to himself. He took her arm, and she was forced to walk with him down the hall and down the stairs-entering the main halls of Hogwarts. “you’ll need help as well during classes, if you don’t know any of the assignments or how to complete them.”
“i-well-no I don’t-“ (y/n) stuttered, tripping over her own feet as Tom kept pulling her down corridors and soon they were in the dungeons of Hogwarts, in front of the Slytherin common room door.
“Inevitable.” Tom said, which must’ve been the password because a snake lifted from the floor to create and arch-which revealed the door.
“Woah.” (y/n) muttered, stumbling again as Tom pulled her into the common room, hardly giving (y/n) time to admire it all before she was yanked into the last room of the common room-past where the dorm rooms seemed to be. “Whaaat are we doing?” (y/n) asked, letting Tom sit her down in a chair and he sat on the one opposite, waving his wand and books and papers came flying at (y/n)-landing on the table between them.
“you. are going to learn everything about your classes so you don’t make my (y/n), fall behind. Ms. (last name.)” Tom said coldly and (y/n) winced, picking up a charms book.
“You’re lucky this is cool or I’d smack you.” she grumbled under her breath and she felt a stinging hex at her knee, making her jump. “Hey! Do you do this to her too or are you just torturing me in hopes of making us switch again?” (y/n) said, pointing at him and Tom only rolled his eyes.
“She gets distracted easily. A stinging hex or two helps her focus, as I hope it will you.” Tom said, pointing his wand at her again and (y/n) let out a small wavering noise.
“Aaahah, okay okay. I’ll focus, jeezus.” (y/n) grumbled, opening the book to start reading.
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The next day was almost the same, (y/n) hoped to wake up in her body, in a normal hospital from her era in her world. But nope! She woke up in her other self's body still, Slytherin dorm room and all. She sighed, getting out of bed and getting ready for the day.
She left the dorms to be greeted by Tom once again, staring at her intently, waiting for confirmation on if she was still, her, or if his girlfriend had returned to her body.
“Still me.” (y/n) said and Tom seemed disappointed, huffing to himself, grabbing her arm again and he took her to the great hall for breakfast. “are you gonna keep dragging me around or am I allowed to walk on my own?” (y/n) drawled as she was pulled to the Slytherin table, a few sets of eyes drawn to them at the sight of Tom dragging his girlfriend around-and she seemed less than enthused to be.
Tom only huffed and he sat down, taking her with her and she sighed, reaching out towards a fruit bowl but Tom smacked her hand-his eyes glinting with a hint of…fear?
“She’s allergic to pears.” Tom said hurriedly and (y/n) drew her hand back, staring at the bowl of fruit that had pears in it.
“Oh, thanks.” (y/n) croaked, having a feeling it was more than just a ‘casual’ allergy if Tom had smacked her hand away. She instead grabbed some toast and eggs, Tom handing her an apple to replace the pear she’d wanted to eat.
The rest of the day was awkward, following Tom around like a lost puppy since he was the only student who knew that she’d switched minds with his girlfriend-who bore the same name as her. She felt a bit bad for him really, he’d look at her-reach for her hand but then remember she wasn’t his (y/n), but a totally different version of her. He’d then pull away, expression tense and dark.
It had only been a day yet (y/n) could see Tom missed his girlfriend, having to deal with a version of her that did not know him truly and had to have his help with every single class because to her-she only knew surface-level stuff about Hogwarts.
“What in the absolute fuck is potions,” (y/n) groaned to herself after pouring over a potions textbook for hours. It was like math-headache inducing and frustratingly easy to forget details as soon as the page turned. There was too much to focus on, too much to read, and way too much to catch up on.
“It's not that difficult. (y/n) could understand all this just fine.” Tom scolded, his book tapping the back of her head and she jolted, scrunching her nose at him.
“Well, I’m not her! I didn’t grow up knowing magic-all this shit was just things on a screen for me! Nothing in-depth or available to study! So forgive me for not knowing it when I’m basically a muggle!” (y/n) snapped back at him, feeling very frustrated he kept comparing her to this world's version of herself, one that knew how to do magic and knew her classes well.
She wasn’t a witch-she was from a world where Tom Riddle was a character, and Hogwarts was fictional. She wasn’t (y/n) Doherty. She was just (y/n) (l/n), a regular normal girl who’d been switched due to a stupid potion’s incident.
Tom, was glaring at her, lip curled in a way that very much reminded her of that one scene in Chamber of secrets. “I know that.” He hissed, teeth bared at her. “and believe me. I wish you weren’t here,” he said, standing from the library table, grabbing the books and storming away, leaving (y/n) alone at the library table and she groaned, burying her face in her hands.
It was difficult for both of them, Tom missing his girlfriend, and (y/n) wanting to go home-Hogwarts, without the knowledge of magic to enjoy it, wasn’t very fun. Professors knew of her predicament and left her alone during classes, Tom the only one tutoring her, which meant she was struggling to learn the magic of this version of her.
And Tom-she knew who he was going to be one day, and it seemed that the other version of her knew too, since Tom’s ‘knights’ spoke freely around her about mean pranks and nasty incidents that no one could link them to. That was before Tom silenced them, not wanting her to get too much information and spill anything to Dumbledore about his plans.
And-she technically knew everything, so if she wanted to ruin a timeline or two, she could tell Dumbledore everything she knew, but-she was a bit too…oh she didn’t know the word but she just didn’t feel like it. Honestly there would be too many questions and she’d have to wrap around on how she knew everything it just sounded exhausting telling all this to Dumbledore.
So she stayed quiet, and Tom, got more frustrated as a whole week went by and still-she hadn’t switched back. The potions incident as she learned had been while ‘she’ and Tom were in class, working together on Felix Felicis, but something had gone wrong-Tom didn’t even know-and it had exploded, sending (y/n) back and she had hit her head hard. Enough to make it bleed and for Tom to be seen panicking.
She was told he had scooped ‘her’ up and raced to the hospital wing. From there (y/n) knew what happened, somehow, she and (y/n) Doherty switched bodies and now no one was quite sure how to switch them back.
Another week passed and (y/n) was reading in ‘her’ dorm room, trying to catch up on an essay for…unicorns or something, when a knock at her door caught her attention. She got up, her bare feet padding against the cool stone floor as she went to the door. She opened it, seeing a younger student looking up at her.
“Tom Riddle wants you,” the younger girl said before scurrying off and (y/n) sighed, not bothering to put on her shoes as she went down the corridor , her feet very cold against the metal walkway out of the dorms. She saw Tom just outside the door and he glared at her bare feet.
“Go put shoes on.” He demanded and (y/n) groaned, twisting around to go put shoes on. She came back out and Tom grabbed her wrist, dragging her out of the Slytherin common room and through several hallways till they reached a wall, (y/n)’s brow raised, watching Tom pass by the wall three times and a door appeared. The room of requirement.
“Woah,” (y/n) muttered, looking up at the ornate door, yelping as Tom yanked her into the room-the room enchanted to look like a potions workshop. On the table was a potion in progress. “what's that?” (y/n) asked as Tom dragged her in front of the table.
“Felix Felicis. It’s at the same stage it was last time when it blew up, causing you and (y/n) to switch somehow.” Tom said, eyes looking over the ingredients on the table, trying to remember what happened exactly to cause the explosion.
“Oh.” (y/n) mumbled, quickly understanding what Tom was doing-recreating the incident to force the switch. “Okay. What do you need me to do?”
Tom let out a long sigh, putting his hands on his hips. “im a bit unsure of what caused the explosion that caused (y/n) to hit her head, possibly another ingredient had mixed in with the Occamy eggshell. He closed his eyes, trying to remember how the work desk had looked when he and (y/n) had been working on the potion. he took (y/n) and put her in the spot right in front of the cauldron, and then put some of the eggshells into a mortar and then handing a pestle to (y/n), who grinded the eggshells up. Tom watched her closely, noting the powder did look a bit different than last time.
He looked around, quickly reaching out and grabbing Dragon brimstone, putting a single small bit into the eggshell powder and (y/n) grinded that up. “add it.” Tom said and (y/n) did so, grabbing the potions stick to stir it when the potion seemed to turn to molten lava and it bubbled-popped-and then-
BOOM!
(y/n) yelped as she was blasted back-her head hitting hard against a desk behind her and she crumpled to the ground, heat pouring to the back of her head as Tom scrambled to get to her side-even though her vision and hearing went fuzzy-and then dark.
-
Tom gathered her in his arms, a panic setting into his chest again, swallowing harshly as he smoothed his hand along the back of her head, feeling blood on his skin. “Please please (y/n).” he hissed out, moving to hold her to his chest, her body in his lap.
He waited for several long agonizing moments before (y/n) moved again, her unfocused eyes opening, and then landed on him. “The muggle world sucks.” (y/n), her voice-croaky and finally familiar-a blessing to Tom’s ears.
Tom let out a long sigh, holding her close as her arms wrapped around him. “Missed you,” she mumbled, and he let out a wet laugh, relief flooding his body, he nearly collapsed but held himself up so he didn’t further injure (y/n). “my head hurts.”
“I know, I’m sorry-but it worked. You’re back.” Tom breathed out, scooping her up and carrying (y/n) out of the room of requirement, taking her back to the hospital wing so her head could get looked at again. Finally, his girl was back.
After a quick check from the nurse, and relief from the nurse for the two girls finally switching back-Tom took (y/n) right back to his dorm room, glaring at his roommates that quickly vacated.
(y/n) burst into laughter from her spot in his arms, her arms around his shoulder as her head rested against his. “I missed you.” she laughed-squealing as he threw her onto his bed and pounced on her-lips connecting quickly and (y/n) hummed, wrapping her arms around his neck as her legs swung around his hips.
“Salazar I’ve missed you too-that other version of you-not being able to touch you-kiss you-hold you, was torture my love.” Tom groaned against her lips, (y/n) chuckling against him, tongues smoothing against each other’s and her fingers tangle into the base of his hair.
“I found out a lot while in that world, one where you’re nothing but a character, there's books, movies-fan works. It’s all very interesting, and you wanna know what I found out?” (y/n) murmured against him and Tom hummed, opening his eyes, dark with finally released pent up desire.
(y/n) smirked, leaning up to whisper against his ear. “I know how you can become the greatest dark wizard in the world,” she whispered, and Tom groaned, pouncing on her again-oh how he missed her. She laughed, moaning as his lips peppered down her jaw to her neck, her clothes-pajama’s actually-being pulled up and off her, her back arching as his lips close around her nipple, tongue swirling around it.
“Voldemort will be feared across the whole world-he who must not be named.” (y/n) breathed out, groaning as his fingers slipped under her shorts, pressing against her clit-panties already starting to soak through. “you will succeed in making horcruxes-they will make you immortal-even Dumbledore will fear you.”
Tom groaned against her breast, lapping his tongue around her nipple before sucking on the other breast, his fingers dipping into her soaking heat, her tight wet walls hugging his two fingers as he pumped them into her-his cock aching hard in his pants. “What else my love? What of you?” Tom asks huskily, spit shining on her skin and connecting her breast to his bottom lip.
“I didn’t exist there, in that world-‘I’ didn’t exist, but here I do, and I will make sure the world knows the name of you my love,” Tom groaned at her words, sitting up, taking off his belt and pushing down his trousers just enough to take out his cock-pressing the naked tip to her pulsing cunt, she moans sweetly, eyes fluttering as she takes him inside-filling her so nicely and so tight around his cock that had been neglected for weeks.
“And they’ll know you too, my love-my queen.” Tom hisses, grabbing her face and squishing her cheeks, fucking into her quickly-he couldn’t take it slow-he needed her now. Hard and fast. She moans, eyes rolling back as his cock rocks into her, skin slapping against skin as her legs tremble from around him.
“The world will know our names,” Tom hissed again, his eyes flashing Red for a moment as he leaned down, pressing a kiss to her lips, hard and hot, tongues pushing against each other’s as his cock rams into her, hitting her spot inside that made her see stars.
“yes yes yes,” (y/n) moaned breathlessly, fingers clawing down Tom’s back, digging into the fabric of his uniform.
“let me cum inside you my love-you know our future-let me add to it.” Tom breathes harshly against her shoulder as he peppers kisses and nips along it and (y/n) nearly came from the thought of him putting a baby in her.
“yes. Fuck-yes yes.” She groaned, keeping him close as his hips began to stutter-thrusting once, twice-stopping, cumming deep inside her as his fingers rubbed expertly against her clit-her climax crashing against her at the same time. Her eyes flutter, smiling softly as his lips pepper against her face-landing on her lips and staying there for a long moment.
“I missed you.” she whispered, and Tom hummed, kissing her again, pulling out softly.
“I missed you too my love,” Tom murmured, nuzzling his nose on her cheek and picking her up to tuck her under the sheets of his bed, crawling in beside her and turning off the lamp with a flick of his hand-suspending the room in darkness.
tom riddle presses his lips against your inner thigh, kissing the plush skin softly. he knows exactly what he’s doing to you and can feel the way you tremble beneath his mouth. he looks up at you with that knowing little smile.
"poor thing," he murmurs, "you're trembling already. it's alright, sweetheart. i know this is a lot for you."
you reach down and thread your fingers through his hair, tugging him closer. tom chuckles lowly, the vibration of it teasing your skin. "eager, aren't we? how sweet."
he slides your panties down as you lift your hips to help him. once they're off, he looks at your wet pussy and hums. "look at you, all nice and ready for me. you're doing so well already."
you spread your legs wider and pull his head down. tom lets you guide him, pressing his mouth against you. his tongue slides slowly over your slit, licking up your wetness.
"there we go," he breathes between long, deliberate licks. "such a good girl, letting me take care of you." he finds your clit and circles it with the tip of his tongue before drawing it between his lips, sucking gently.
a soft whimper slips from you as you roll your hips against his face, fingers tightening in his hair. tom squeezes your other hand, still laced with yours. "easy now, darling. i know it feels intense. you're being so brave for me."
he licks faster, sucking on your clit while you grind against his tongue. "that's it," voice warm against your soaked flesh. "look at you moving so nicely. my clever girl is learning so quickly."
your breaths come faster. you keep pushing against his mouth, chasing the feeling. tom holds your thigh open with his free hand and works you steadily.
“you’re right there, aren’t you?” he grumbles against you, "it's okay. you can let go. you've been so good for me."
you moan louder, hips moving quicker on his face. he sucks on your clit a little harder, tongue flicking just right until your thighs start to shake.
"come on, sweet girl," he coos. "let me feel it. you're doing perfectly."
you come hard, moaning his name, body trembling as you ride his face through it. tom keeps licking you gently until you start to calm down.
only then does he pull back, lips and chin glistening, and smiles up at you. "there we are. you were exquisite, darling." he moves up and pulls you into his chest, kissing your forehead. "i'm very proud of you."
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i don't think people understand how hard it is not to ship tomarry / harrymort because what do you mean they're borderline canonically soulmates. what do you mean they're PROPHESIED to each other. what do you mean they're literal parallels, had the same childhood circumstances but turned out the exact opposite. what do you mean harry's the embodiment of the light side and tom's the embodiment of the dark even though they're so, so similar. what do you mean they both have common names even though they themselves are anything but common. what do you mean they have uncountable amount of bible references that apply strictly to them, what do you mean harry makes sure to mention tom's the handsomest in the room whenever he sees him and apparently likes their connection. what do you mean their wands share the core of the same phoenix and therefore literally can't kill each other even if they wanted to. what do you mean harry wanted to give him another chance despite everything he's done, what do you mean tom offered him his hand, what do you mean harry killed tom at the same age except the order of the numbers is reversed. what do you mean harry's eyes are the same colour as tom's favourite unforgivable (avada) AND the colour of his house, what do you mean TOM'S eyes are the colour of harry's favourite defence spell (expelliarmus) and the colour of his house. WHAT DO YOU MEAN THEY ARE EACH OTHER'S OTHER HALF. WHAT DO YOU MEAN HARRY IS LITERALLY TOM'S SOUL??? 😭
NOT TO MENTION THESE THINGS AREN'T EVEN FANON LIKE...? lmk if i missed something though.
the Deatheaters just didn't have the same razzle-dazzle 😔
The KoW were a bunch of ritzy theatre kids who got super intense and didn't realise Tom was being serious until it was too late, and you can't convince me otherwise.
(so I think tom riddle will always be at least a little yandere but this is in the more traditional sense lol)
I think tom riddle would really take advantage of not only his reputation, but also the mysterious student disappearances at Hogwarts when finally “claiming” his darling (you). you disappear one night when you’d gone to the library, not a trace of you left behind except for a stray pen beneath a chair. the prefect on duty, some hufflepuff boy, has no idea what happened. these are dangerous times, he says, they have been since myrtle died. he’s right, the professors reason, there have been multiple disappearances in these past couple years. not much is done to investigate yours.
no one can hear you pounding on the locked door of tom riddle’s private dormitory, thanks to the numerous spells he cast to ensure complete privacy. he’d have members of the knights of walpurgis routinely stand guard over you whenever he had duties to attend to. any students that may have suspected anything of him were quickly silenced. you’re trapped with tom day in and day out.
at first, you tried to threaten him, but he’d long since taken your wand and even without such means he’s stronger than you. then, you tried to bargain with him. as interesting as that was, there was very little his connections couldn’t get him. after all, it was just you he wanted. now, you’d resorted to the silent treatment, much to tom’s chagrin. he’d much preferred it when you were cursing him or trying to push him away. he tells himself you’ll come around someday. you’ll adore him, just as so many others do. you argue that they’ve never seen this side of him, but tom tells you that you should consider it an honor that he’s revealing this much of himself to you. no, he’s sure you’ll come around eventually. he can be very persuasive, after all.
but still, as he watches you gaze out the window, refusing to even acknowledge him, his hand drifts down to his pocket. the small vial of amortentia malfoy has given him sits heavy against his thigh. “just in case,” malfoy had said. tom had told himself he’d never use it, that it was entirely unnecessary. looking at you now, for the first time, he doubts that.
Tom is a god at many things, we have figured as much. but making you come in ways you never dared imagine? especially at that he is a freaking higher being. he’ll have you cumming so often, you lose your mind.
Tom knows exactly which buttons to press. he knows that he can make you come in under a minute when his fingers curl just right, when his tongue flicks against your clit perfectly.
now, he could do that every single time. its as easy as anything else. but does he want to?
nope.
if you’ve been good, he’ll spend hours between your thighs, make your pussy drip all over him and the sheets as you come more often than you can count.
but if you’ve been a brat? he’ll make you work for that orgasm. ;)
𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 - A teenage Tom Riddle time-travels into his future and immediately insults his older self..
𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 -This took me what felt like forever to write, but here it is! Also, there are only three hours until the Monaco GP. Is staying up until 1 a.m. worth it? Probably not. Am I doing it anyway? Absolutely.
Tom Riddle was aware he was being watched.
He'd known for nearly twenty minutes. The presence at the back of the classroom wasn't subtle.
It wasn't nervous or curious like most students. It was calculating, cold, yet patient.
It reminded him far too much of himself.
Once the final student left. Once the door clicked shut. Silence settled over the room.
Only then did the figure in the shadows finally speak. "You've gone soft."
Tom didn't look surprised. Slowly, he placed the piece of chalk down then he turned.
At the very back of the classroom sat a sixteen-year-old Tom Riddle. Young, sharp and dangerous.
His expression was colder than Tom remembered, not because he lacked power not because he lacked intelligence. Because he lacked something else.
Something older Tom had spent decades learning: Love.
The younger version of him sat comfortably in the shadows like he owned them. "You've gone soft," he repeated.
Tom folded his arms. "I haven't."
"You have."
"You've been here less than an hour."
"I didn't need longer."
Tom exhaled slowly.
The boy's eyes swept over the classroom to the shelves, the lesson plans. The students' essays stacked neatly on Tom's desk. Everything.
Disapproval practically radiated from him, then his gaze returned to Tom. "I said you've gone soft."
"And you're sixteen"
The younger Tom leaned back. "Which is exactly why I know what I'm talking about."
Tom immediately repeated flatly, "Which is exactly why you don't."
The younger Tom's eyes narrowed. "You teach."
"Yes."
"You grade essays."
"Unfortunately."
"You answer questions."
Tom sighed. "You're sitting in a time anomaly you don't understand."
The boy ignored that, his gaze remained fixed. Assessing everything, evaluating everything and judging everything surrounding the classroom.
Tom remembered being like that and it was exhausting.
Finally the younger Tom spoke again "I heard them."
"The students?"
"They like you."
Tom looked unimpressed. "That wasn't a compliment."
"It wasn't meant to be."
The younger Tom stood. Even at sixteen there was something intimidating about him. Something that made people instinctively move out of his way.
A predator that hadn't yet learned restraint.
"I am the Dark Lord," Older Tom said quietly.
The younger Tom didn't even blink. "If that's true," he said, "why are you teaching?"
Silence.
A long one.
Then Tom answered. "I will not spoil more of the future for you."
"Convenient."
"You'll understand when you get here."
The younger Tom scoffed but before either could continue.
The classroom door opened and everything changed. Because Y/N walked inside.
Her work robes were slightly wrinkled, her hair was loose. A stack of books balanced against one hip.
She paused the second she saw them."...Ah."
The younger Tom immediately straightened while Older Tom immediately relaxed. The contrast was ridiculous.
Y/N noticed it instantly. "Hello there," she greeted.
The younger Tom stared.
Tom watched him stare and immediately knew exactly what the boy was doing.
Memorising her. The same thing he'd done the first time he'd fallen in love with her.
The younger Tom's gaze dropped, to her hand. To the ring then back up again.
His eyes sharpened. "Is this why?"
Y/N frowned. "Is what why?"
His gaze shifted to older Tom. "Because we finally got her."
Tom sighed immediately. “We didn’t just get her.”
The younger Tom raised an eyebrow, unimpressed.
Tom stepped closer to Y/N without thinking an instinct so natural he didn’t even realise he was doing it.
“We earned her,” he corrected quietly, his hand settling at her waist like it belonged there. "To the point where she has remained by my side for over thirty years… and showing no intention of leaving."
The younger Tom's eyes narrowed. "Still." He looked Tom up and down. "You've gone soft."
Y/N groaned. "Merlin, that's seriously your first thought?"
"Yes."
Y/N set her books down then folded her arms. "You know what?"
Tom immediately knew where this was going. The younger Tom did not.
Y/N pointed at her husband. "Do I need to list the reasons that's completely false?"
Tom looked mildly offended. "I don't believe that will be necessary."
Y/N ignored him.
The younger Tom tilted his head. "Name three."
Tom closed his eyes while Y/N smiled. "Easy."
She held up one finger. "First. You make me a Horcrux."
The younger Tom froze.
Tom immediately defended himself. "That was necessary."
Y/N turned toward him. "It was dramatic."
"It was strategic."
"It was reckless."
"It worked."
The younger Tom looked between them. "You made her a Horcrux?"
Tom nodded. "I did what I had to do."
The younger Tom looked impressed, which wasn't helping.
Y/N held up a second finger. "Second."
She pointed directly at Tom. "You baby trap me."
The younger Tom blinked once. “…I am aware,” he said calmly.
“I’ve met our kids,” he added.
Y/N pointed at him. “Don’t call them ours quite yet. You’re only a kid.”
“I am sixteen.”
“Exactly.”
From beside her, older Tom smirked faintly. “Our youngest is nearly your age.”
The younger Tom’s jaw tightened. He didn’t like that, not at all. “…What’s the third?”
Y/N's expression softened slightly. She lifted her left hand. The ring immediately caught the light.
The younger Tom's attention locked onto it, completely. Like nothing else existed.
Y/N noticed as Tom noticed her noticing. Neither commented, not immediately. "You've been staring at this since I walked in."
The younger Tom didn't deny it. "It prove's our future."
Y/N laughed.
Tom rolled his eyes.
The younger Tom finally looked away from the ring. "We get married."
"We do."
The boy nodded once then looked back at the ring, checking, confirming and making sure it was real.
Y/N smiled. "He charmed it."
The younger Tom immediately looked interested. "How?"
"It can never leave my finger."
The younger Tom looked impressed. "Clever."
"I know," Tom said immediately.
Y/N smacked his arm.
The younger Tom actually looked amused, which was a rare sight.
Then the classroom door opened again, Aurelia walked in and stopped. She looked at older Tom, then younger Tom, then her mother. "...Nope."
She immediately turned around.
Y/N blinked. "Aurelia?"
The girl paused. "I'll see Mum later." Then disappeared.
The younger Tom watched her leave.
Y/N pointed toward the doorway. "That's our daughter."
The younger Tom nodded. "I know."
Tom smirked. "Our youngest."
The younger Tom smiled. A real smile, sharp, dangerous yet satisfied. "Good."
Y/N groaned. "You're both impossible."
Y/N finally she lifted her wand. "Alright."
The younger Tom looked at her. "You'll see."
The older Tom frowned. "See what?"
The younger Tom ignored him his gaze remained fixed on Y/N then, very quietly, "I'll see you soon, love."
Older Tom's arm immediately tightened around Y/N's waist.
The younger Tom noticed and smirked. Then the spell activated, light flooded the room and the younger Tom faded.
But even as he disappeared his eyes remained on Y/N. Memorising. confirming and waiting. Then he was gone.
Silence settled over the classroom.
Y/N looked up at her husband.
Tom was staring at the spot his younger self had vanished from.
"You know," she said softly.
"Hm?"
"He wasn't wrong."
Tom looked at her as Y/N smiled. "You have gone soft."
Tom immediately scoffed. "I have not."
"You absolutely have."
Y/N laughed then kissed his cheek. The argument ended instantly. Which, unfortunately for Tom, only proved her point.
