I donāt know where all these Tom head cannons were coming from, but my neurodivergent ass is on a roll. This time itās biblically accurate Tom.
If Tom were ever to fall in love (which isnāt likely since this is a Cannon compliant headcanon) he would be so angry. First, he would think that the girl dose him with a Amortentia which would piss him off at the mere audacity because he views that as trying to take him away from his vision of the world that he has plans and letās just say he doesnāt like his time being wasted on worthless pursuits.
But once itās been that debacle has been ruled out, and he is forced to accept his feelings.
Who am I kidding? He doesnāt accept it, he will go on a fool on bender trying to smash these feelings. He will search for the darkest spells and the darkest curses to read himself of these feelings. And when none exist, he will try to win prevent them.
Iām not saying heāll succeed, but he will try.
And by the time that he has exhausted himself from all this, trying, the girl has found a boyfriend that isnāt him obviously. That is distracted him, and now he is going to take out his unfiltered rage on her boyfriend.
Colours are wonderful omg. You know I rarely find good fan art of her so glad this exists :)
She such an underrated character and ur favoritism is justified haha. I feel so bad for her :(
Imagine ur a muggleborn and u live in London (assuming she lives in London) you go to this magical deserted school and ur parents probably thinking: my daughter safe from the Germans yay
Only to get a letter from said school about your daughter's death. That is incredibly saddening!
Only 14 man :( and then she chooses to haunt her bully because who wouldn't? Olive caused her the most pain and then yeah
tom riddle when ginny weasley decides to use his horcrux diary not for dark magic but to yap about her daily teenage activities and her absolutely unhinged crush on his victim, causing him to question if being a dark lord was really worth the noise pollution:
Tom riddle x pureblood! Reader
Summary: Married life with Tom Riddle isnāt as easy as you thought it would be. Tom is still working at a minimum wage job at the ministry, and youāre more used to a luxurious pureblood life. (Set in the 1940ās)
Warnings: lots of pureblood ideology (itās the 1940ās guys), reader is SPOILED, and mentions of house elves
Tom sighs as you pick at your food, looking up at you. āWhatās on your mind, dear?ā He says patiently as he shovels the tasteless food into his mouth. You stay silent for a moment; unsure of how to approach this.
āI visited Lucinda today,ā you tell him, still playing with the food on your plate.
āAh,ā Tom smiles slightly. āHow is she and Abraxas?ā He says pleasantly.
āGoodā¦ they have a little one on the way,ā you get to the crux of your aggravation. Tom pretends not to notice the jealousy tinging your voice.
āLucinda is pregnant? How lovely,ā he comments as he finishes his food. You nod in agreement, as you take yours and Tomās plate, carrying it into the kitchen yourself. Your eyes trail the ground; you cannot hold your head up as you bring out your plate nearly full of a bland, tasteless meal.
Your head remains down as you reenter the dining room. Tom can see your hurt, your pain. He takes your hand in his as you take your seat. āIt will happen for us soon sweetheart. I just need to keep working. Charlie said that he believes I may be up for promotion soon.ā He smiles at you, thumb rubbing over your hand soothingly.
You give him a half-hearted smile. Itās been two months since you married your high school-sweetheart Tom, and moved into your house. It has been hard. You come from a rich, pureblood family, and this drab lifestyle didnāt suit you. Your house was cramped and small. No house elves helped you clean it.
You even had to cook. Imagine, a girl of noble bloodline like yourself, cooking! It has led to countless tasteless meals that Tom politely forces down with a smile. You donāt even bother to eat it most days. Even with the help of spells and magic, nothing could improve your cooking.
Tom is ambitious and hardworking. You know that he will climb his way up the ladder. It angers you, that he hasnāt received the promotion he so rightfully deserves yet. With his grades, he should have been starting at the ministry several positions up, but was unfairly discriminated against because of his background; an orphaned halfblood.
Although Tom has brains to burn, heās also rather stupid when it comes to money. He believes that a promotion would put you both in the financial position to have a child, what you want most in the world. What Tom doesnāt understand is how much more you would like before you have a child.
Your requirements for having a child are wildly different than Tomās. You would certainly need a larger house and a much more lavish lifestyle before you would even consider trying for a child. You want your child to grow up as you did, without want for anything.
āIām sorry Tom. You work so hard and Iām so ungrateful.ā You feel wretched. Tom works so hard for what little you have and you hate him to see you so. You spend most mornings in tears when he leaves for work. You do try, youāre just not used to having so very little.
āItās alright, my love,ā he raises your chin so you must look into his eyes. āI know how much you gave up when you agreed to marry me, and I promise, you will get it all back,ā he leans over and brushes his lips against yours softly, before pulling away and smiling softly.
Thatās what hurts the most. How content Tom is. How he can make do without luxuries because he has you. Shouldnāt love be enough? You do love Tom, you do. Thatās why you did it all. Didnāt go through with the arranged marriage your father had set out for you, rejected the life of luxury you could have had.
āIām sorry Iām so agitated. It just bugs me that two of my friends are having children now. And my father is visiting tomorrow, and you know he wanted more for me,ā you say, as you get up and sit on Tomās lap. His arms circle your waist.
āDo you want me to take off of work tomorrow?ā Tomās eyes search yours but you shake your head.
As it turns out, you cannot deal with your father. He comes in and surveys your sparsely furnished living room, you can see how he tries not to judge. Your father, in all fairness to him, has tried his best to support you.
āAre you happy sweetheart?ā He asks.
You begin to nod, but tears well in your eyes. āOh daddy, itās just not what I thought it was going to be like. I love Tom but itās just hard. Iām not used to living like this,ā you gesture to your drab surroundings.
āSweetheart, I promised that if you were happy, I wouldnāt say anything. But I can see that youāre not fully happy. Soā¦ I have a proposition for you,ā he sits down beside you on the small sofa.
āWhat is it?ā You lean against him. Youāve always been close to your father. Being the only girl in the house always meant you were his favourite.
āI contacted Darius Malfoy. He said that he would still be willing to marry you, if you wanted. It would be like all of this never happened,ā he gestures around you. Your breath stutters. Darius was Abraxasās older brother. He was wealthy, charming, a pureblood. He was everything you had ever dreamed of growing up. And yetā¦ he wasnāt Tom. Youāre about to say so before your father interrupts you. āYou donāt have to make a decision right now,ā he says calmly. āJust let me know. Hereās a letter Darius wrote you,ā he hands you a letter. Itās elegant, stamped with a golden wax seal.
You shove it into the deep pocket of your skirts. It almost burns against your leg. Shame eats at you but you push it down. āIf you donāt accept it, I have an additional offer. Those house elves I bought you as a wedding gift are still at the house. Youāre free to have them,ā your father says, rubbing your arm soothingly.
Your father had tried to gift you with two house elves as a wedding gift, but you could tell Tom didnāt want you to accept them, so you didnāt. Tom was proud and always rejected any offer from your father to help. He thought your father was condescending and didnāt think Tom was good enough for you. He would never accept something like a house elf from your father.
āI couldnātā¦. But maybe one could come over and teach me a recipe or two? That would be wonderful,ā you smile gratefully as your father nods.
That night, you and Tom have a good dinner for the first time since your wedding reception. Mouth-watering chicken, with a creamy pepper sauce and potatoes. The house elf, Mindy, had definitely helped your cooking skills. Tom wolfs it into him like a man starved. Which, you suppose, he is. He tells you that he buys lunch at work everyday, but you know he doesnāt. He saves his money instead. To keep a roof over your heads, food on your table.
āThis is delicious dearest,ā he says in between bites. āDid you find a new recipe?ā
You smile. āMy father told me an old charm for cooking, looks like it worked,ā you shrug easily. Your stomach is full for the first time in months. āAny more news on that promotion?ā You smile, rubbing Tomās knuckles from across the table.
Tom frowns, a dark look crossing his face. āJulius got it.ā He looks thunderous, briefly, and it reminds you of the Tom you know exists under his usually calm exterior. The one you havenāt seen since your schooldays.
Tom was bullied, briefly in school. Briefly being the key word because the boy mainly responsible for it all went missing only a day after placing a malicious charm on Tom. You generally tried not to think about that Tom. The one people talked about in the school halls, whispered behind semi-cupped hands about dark magic and evil intentions. Your Tom wasnāt like that. He was just ambitious. People just didnāt understand that.
āAw sweetie, Iām sure youāll get there soon,ā you comfort him the best you can. Once again, you find yourself wishing desperately that things werenāt this way. That Tom came from a noble bloodline like your own, or that he had more luck when it came to his job, or that he would accept your fatherās charity.
Tomās eyes are still faraway. āTom, my father would gladly help us out for a month of two,ā you try again. Tomās hand tightens around yours, eyes hardening.
āWeāve talked about this. I will make our living. One way or another. We do not meet your fatherās help.ā
āTom itās been months since we married, and there is still no improvement in sight. All my friends are getting pregnant and having children. I just, I want us to be a family Tom,ā you plead.
You immediately regret it. Tom looks heartbroken. āIf I am not enough for you, then, by all means, go marry someone else,ā he whispers. Cold. Hard. Hurt.
āThatās not what I mean. Iām sorry Tom. Iām so so sorry. I donāt want anyone else. Thereās only you.ā You walk around to his side of the table, sitting on his lap. Tom stiffens, but you persist, wrapping your arms around his neck. āI love you so much,ā you whisper.
āI know, love. Iām sorry I havenāt managed to make us a better living yet. I just need to work harder. There are someā¦ opportunities that I hadnāt previously considered. But I shall do everything I can for us to have a family, darling. I promise.ā
āThank you Tommy,ā you whisper against his hair. You donāt ask about the āopportunitiesā that Tom hadnāt previously considered, knowing that you would probably disagree with whatever it is.
Later, after Tom had went to bed, you burned the letter from Darius without even reading it.
It only takes another month for Tom to, miraculously, get promoted to a deputy head of department position. For weeks Tom has been meeting with several powerful pureblood families. Heās beenā¦ rallying them, or something similar. He hasnāt told you all the details, but it reminds you of how he used to go around in school, a friend group of powerful purebloods around him to protect him and follow his every whim, of course.
It makes your stomach turn, but you know youāre better not asking questions.
Notes: if anyone wants a part 2 let me know guys. Thank u for reading!
Really interesting actually. Would love to see more :)
You even had to cook. Imagine, a girl of noble bloodline like yourself, cooking! It has led to countless tasteless meals that Tom politely forces down with a smile. You donāt even bother to eat it most days. Even with the help of spells and magic, nothing could improve your cooking.
This part so funny and sad tho lmao. Idk why I found it funny but so true
(A/N: i was planning on making this smut but do you know how frustrating it is to try to write a smut when voldy is wearing a robe, like for gods sake whatās under that. also, i will start editing their equal part 2, and can i say i live for dumbledore x reader x grindelwald ;))
ā¦ who has every single detail of the proposal planned, down to the very last minute. The location, the ring, what you are wearing, everything. He knows your routine backwards and forwards and could probablyā definitelyā recite it in his sleep. So, he knows exactly when heāll be able to slip the ring into his pocket, unnoticed. You suspect nothing, at first.
ā¦ who has mentally reviewed every single response you could say when you ask, and all the different ways it could go horribly wrong or wonderfully right. He cannot help but agonize over things heās done in the past that youāve expressed distaste over, and wonder if you wonāt accept him. How humiliating would that be? And what would he even do next?
ā¦ who ignores the odd sensation in his stomach that feels like fluttering nerves, writing it off because Tom Riddle does not get nervous. He is completely confident you will say yes (heās not). Thereād be no reason for you not to. Still, he finds he doesnāt have much of an appetite, nor does he look at you too long lest his eyes reveal anything.Ā
ā¦ who is unusually quiet all day, something that draws your attention much more than he would prefer. Normally heāll respond to your quips with dry humor of his own, or even try to subtly coax you into an invigorating discussion (or as you call them, arguments), but he does not today, strangely enough. You notice he seems more lost in his own thoughts than is normal, but you arenāt entirely sure what to make of it.
ā¦ who keeps a silent countdown in his head the entire day, waiting until the perfect moment arrives. He is hyperaware of absolutely everything going on around him, keeping an eye on everyone until he is able to pull you aside to a beautiful little location and begin the speech he rehearsed in his head.
ā¦ who does not, in the end, go with the speech he so carefully crafted beforehand. He opens his mouth to, and even gets the first couple of words out, before absolutely losing all common sense and blurting out: āmarry me.ā It isnāt even a question. Itās a demand, and itās only after he realises how stupid that was to just say that he didnāt even pull out the ring.Ā
ā¦ who doesnāt get down on one knee after you ask in shock, āwhat did you just say?ā because he needs you to understand the two of you are equalsā and of course, you do. Tom has never been one to beg, because he doesnāt need to. He knows you will choose him, even if he didnāt ask properly and didnāt open the ring box until after youāre already frantically nodding your head and saying yes.Ā
ā¦ who does not, absolutely does not feel a rush of relief as he slips the ring onto your finger and allows you to yank him into an elated kiss. He knew you would say yes; there wasnāt a doubt in his mind. Still, he tolerates a hug, ignoring the way his arms automatically tighten around you for something resembling reassurance.
ā¦ who cannot wait any longer to rush you back to the room and divest you of every single thing you are wearing, except his ring. Heās had it magically adjusted to perfectly fit your finger, meaning it will never come off and will stay sparkling there forever. He canāt take his eyes from it, a tangible reminder that you are finally his, even though you have been his for a long, long time.Ā
ā¦ who spends the months leading up to your wedding grudgingly planning everything out. He would much prefer a quiet ceremony, just the two of you, but you insist you should at least have a reception with your family and friends. However much he dreads contacting florists and caterers and the like, the happiness on your face makes everything worthwhile. Merlin, heās gone soft.Ā
ā¦ who takes great pleasure in helping you select your lingerie for the honeymoon. Heās always had an eye for that sort of thing, he thinks, and most certainly enjoys watching you try them on. Even if he has to continually resist the urge to pull you aside. He loves the lingerie on you, but he prefers it off.Ā
ā¦ who insists on heeding to the majority of wedding traditions like not seeing the bride the night before the wedding or in her wedding dress, even if he finds them mildly ridiculous. He will not do anything to potentially screw this up, even if he finds himself missing you desperately in bed the night before.Ā
ā¦ who, during the vow exchange, binds you to him using the most powerful forms of magic and spells, ensuring neither of you will ever be without the other. If it were up to him, he would have you make a Horcrux so you could be by his side forever, but perhaps that is a conversation for another day.Ā
ā¦ who hurries you through the reception and whisks you away to your honeymoon, making very sure that neither of you will be disturbed. He helps you out of your dress using great restraint not to simply tear it off or Vanish it away, and then revels in the knowledge that now, you are his wife.Ā
I hate when people mischaracterize a person so bad. LIKE NOOOO TOM RIDDLE IS NOT GOING TO BE SMITTEN AND SICKLY IN LOVE WITH YOU ššššš The closet you'll end up is with that man is being turned into a horcrux.
This should have happened in the movie , Voldermort turning harry into a rabbit and harry having a hermione moment and calls Voldermort a tosser and kills him š¤£
Voldemort: abracadabra
Harry it's not abracadabra you tosser it's Avada Kedavra, yes !
First of all to be clear: I don't think he'd be a father.
-I think he doesn't see a need for an heir since he's immortal and probably thinks he'll be so forever.
-And if he gets an heir, he's not the only Heir of Slytherin anymore, which would probably make him feel less special (the thing he's afraid of the most besides dying, because he has a superiority complex). I mean, there is probably a reason he killed his whole family besides the obvious; he wanted to be the only Heir of Slytherin. Yeah so anyway
About the kids:
-I'm gonna say it because nobody said it before:
-some of them are gonna be ugly.
-We always forget about the Gaunt inbred genes. The Riddle genes can't save them forever; some of them are gonna not look so good, and those are going to be the ones Tom doesn't see as worthy enough because they don't resemble him.
Who would the mother be?:
-Despite how much I want him to have a child with someone like Bellatrix, he'd probably look for someone like Merope,someone obedient and desperate who he can control, just lock into a room, and never worry about.
-So Tom would probably treat her awfully. And since he made sure sheās both emotionally and financially dependent on him, sheād probably be very emotionally unstable, and his other children would have to comfort her and take care of her.
- So I feel like his children (minus the heir) would be very protective of her.
-I imagine her to be a very short, very frail, and repressed woman who was probably sheltered by her pure-blood family as well, and that's probably another reason why he chose her: because he knows she'll never fight back or try to leave.
The heir:
-I think Tom wants a complete copy of himself, so obviously a boy, and heād get his wife pregnant until he got the perfect child.
-The other ones heād probably push aside and give them to his wife while focusing on his perfect little copy all by himself.
The baby's name:
-Iām kinda conflicted here. Heād either name him Tom Jr. because thatās his name, or heād completely reject that since he hates that name and choose something very far from the ordinary.
-The āunwantedā children (idk how else to refer to them š) would probably be the ones named by the mother.
How would he act like a father?:
-Heād only focus on his heir.
-Heād raise him separately from his siblings.
-The siblings would be with their mother, whoās probably very mentally unstable since he purposely sought someone out who was like Merope. So there would be one child (probably the oldest) whoād take that role and take care of their mother and the rest of them.
-And Tom and his son? Heād take him to trips, teach him discipline, and teach him about the importance of their bloodline and about his role as an heir. But donāt get me wrong, he wouldnāt love the child; exactly the only things he likes about the heir are the things that resemble himself he Dosent see him as his own person just an extension of himself.
-So his heir would probably grow up seeking his approval and attention.
-And the other kids would despise their father, or maybe some would be obsessed with him and try to also seek out his approval, but fail over and over again because theyāre wrong in his eyes.
The childrenās relationship with each other:
-One thing I can tell you for certain is theyād hate the heir. They would feel immensely jealous and feel hatred towards him because not only is he the only one getting treated well by Tom, heās an extension of Tom like I said before, so heād treat his siblings just as badly and they could do nothing about it.
-Occasionally theyād get along. Maybe when Tom leaves them alone to go to a meeting, theyād all have to spend time together.
-Maybe they would play a game with the little heir; it would be kinda fun at first and everyone would get along.
-and then the little heir would lose his temper because he lost, ruin the game, maybe dramatically throw everything on the floor, cuss his siblings out, make sure they remember how worthless they are, and ruin everyoneās mood.
(Okay I got a little lazy near the end but you guys get my vision š)
Crackfic Idea: Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets but Ginny Weasley thinks Diary Tom is an LLM chatbot. So let's say the books inexplicably take place in the 2020s and Hermione went on a rant about AI over the summer, but because the Weasleys have no idea what a datacentre or the internet is, they assume it works by writing on special paper that provides answers to any question. Ginny gets the diary and assumes this is what she's found.
But because the Diary Tom only has power if you get close with him emotionally, he can't influence Ginny at all because she's only writing things like "generate an essay on the magical properties of griffon's blood". Hermione talked about how LLMs are unreliable, don't stay on topic, and hallucinate, so whenever Diary Tom tries to convince Ginny he's not a chatbot, she just thinks the diary is faulty.
Eventually he has to start playing the role because it's the only way he can get Ginny to do anything. "I'm sorry, you've run out of RiddleChat tokens. Please deposit two litres of rooster blood to continue."
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