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[crimsonpoppies]

Professor, I do apologize

Professor Riddle is the Arithmancy professor at Hogwarts, famous for combining muggle maths with magical equations. He's world-renowned, but in Hogwarts he's best known for being really bloody hot.

Professor Riddle had never shown any sort of... inclination for a student before, but when a student proposes a research project, Professor Riddle finds himself ensnared in a web of calculus, geometric series, lies, and romance.

[crimsonpoppies]

rain in the air

Tom scribbled down the last few steps in the equation before slumping back in his chair, finally done with his homework for the night. He was about to clean up and head to bed, when a whirlwind barged into his dorm. Well, more realistically, one Harry Potter busted into his room, hair even worse than usual, panting, yelling intelligibly about “Ron’s gonna kill me!”

“Well, what do you want me to do about it?”

Harry seemed at a loss for words, but when Ron pounded on Tom’s dorm, he grabbed Tom by the face, said “I’m going to kiss you now — feel free to slap me.”

And then he did.

After which, ensues a long charade of fake dating, real-fake dating, and court house weddings. Oh, young love.

[crimsonpoppies]

the pith, the peel

Harriet eats the flesh of the orange, juice pooling in the corners of her mouth, making her fingers sticky. She even bites into the acrid pith, the powdery texture clinging to her tongue.

She’s been in this honey-yellow house for ages. It feels like a millennia. The sun is always just setting, and waves are always crashing in the distance. It’s always peaceful, always calm. If only she knew how she got here.

***

Lord Voldemort has much enjoyed his romp as a dictator, but things have been getting boring. Perhaps it’s time to retrieve Harriet, it’s been a while, he thinks.

[bloodykissesfest]

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[crimsonpoppies]

These Days Will Pass Away

These Days Will Pass Away by duplicity

6k | One-Shot | Mature

“You’re a healer?” Harry blurts out. “I know a few spells.” Harry takes a moment to consider this. “If you were going to kill me, you had plenty of opportunity,” he points out. Tom flashes a broad smile, all teeth. “There are worse things I could do to you than kill you, Harry.”

In a world where Voldemort ignored the prophecy, the rebellion is burning and dying, waging endless war against a man with too much magic.

Harry Potter is holding the remains of the Order together when he is saved by a stranger with gleaming red eyes.

for/inspired by: @duplicitywrites

[crimsonpoppies]

when mxmtoon said “days are only footprints in the snow” and when maggie rogers said “i was walking through icy streams that took my breath away”

[crimsonpoppies]

Harry sits on a ledge, blustery wind blowing his hair all around, biting at the soft skin of his neck, nipping at his ankles and knuckles. He is so, so cold, but not even the bone-deep chill of the snow can cool the rage inside of him.

Craggy cliffs jutted out and up in the distance, and a ways away, a creaking, groaning pine tree crashes, falling down, down down through the mists. The stars scatter across the boundless night sky, dappled and dusty.

Oh Tom, he thinks. How happy you must be at my pain.

[crimsonpoppies]

cherry wine

Harry is a poet.

Tom is a curse breaker.

Harry would describe love in multitudes of ways; firecrackers snapping across the night sky, a melting sunset, cloying incense, a heavy peony, a glance out of a skyline.

Tom thinks such phrases are unnecessary for something as brutal as love.

They’re both right, in the end: love is beautiful and so, so brutal. Sweet and sour as cherry wine, really.

[crimsonpoppies]

Trust Fall

“Do you trust me?” | taken hostage | pushed

“Do you trust me?” Wei Ying had asked Lan Zhan once, almost absentmindedly.

“Mn.”

“I wish you wouldn’t.”

***

Lan Zhan had pushed and put it out of his mind as Wei Ying had quickly changed the subject, but bound and clearly in some sort of hostage situation, it was all he could think of.

The people holding him captive were yelling all sorts of things, smacking him around when he didn’t answer. Something something “Yiling Patriarch.”

He didn’t know who the fuck this Yiling Patriarch person was, but he better get Lan Zhan out of this mess.

[crimsonpoppies]

Break My Bones

taunting | insults | “Who did this to you?”

Hannibal wasn’t the most caring of men, in fact he was quite the opposite, despite his crafted disposition and career choice. Perhaps possessive was the right word, he thought, looking at Will’s split lip, busted nose, and bloody teeth.

“Who did this to you?”

Will rolled his eyes and continued to clean his wounds. “No one of importance.”

“It wasn’t a request.”

“I’m well aware it was a demand. I simply do not care.”

Hannibal smiled thinly, his voice gaining a tight quality. “I won’t ask again.”

“Good. Maybe you’ll stop fucking bothering me then. Asshole.”

[crimsonpoppies]

Talking Is Overrated

garotte | choking | gagged

They’d been in love for so long, it was just a given that Harry would always be with him. Until Tom fucked up. Like really badly. And he has no idea how to make any of it right again.

It seemed like Harry was right, how much Tom took him for granted. But it stung like the lash of a whip, a caress of a garrote, a brush from a jellyfish. Because Harry wasn’t here anymore, and Tom was left choking down his tears, gagging on his heartbreak.

[crimsonpoppies]

Barbed Wire

“You have to let go” | barbed wire | bound

In the turquoise sheen of the basement, Harry tried his best to smother any sounds he made — no need to remind Tom that he was here, no need to get his attention. In fact it was better that way. Harry, alone, bound, sobbing, was still a million times better than Tom’s attention. His sickly sweet care, illuminated by awful, flickering fluorescents, wielding barbed wire and praise. Anything was better than Tom telling him how much he loved Harry when he cried, wiping away snot, and yet keeping him in that basement, surrounded by bones.

Maybe he’d keep Harry until he too, was nothing but bones. Nothing but a whispered suggestion that Tom could be anything but a monster.

[whumptober]

Whumptober 2021

Welcome to Whumptober 2021! May the Whump be with you :)

To all of you who participated last year - we have changed a few of the rules, but overall things have stayed the same. To everyone new: WELCOME!

Please make sure to read the Event Info carefully, most of your questions will be answered there already. For everything else you are welcome to come to our ask box or ask questions in our Discord server here.

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(All 31 Themes + Prompts, Event Information, and FAQs are posted below the cut!)

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[crimsonpoppies]

when mxmtoon said “days are only footprints in the snow” and when maggie rogers said “i was walking through icy streams that took my breath away”

[tomarrybigbang]

Another year, another collection of incredibly amazing and diverse talent. 🤩 Thank you to those who joined in for this round of sharing their wonderful tomarrymort content with the fandom! ✨

1A ● The Little Prince by fluorescencx

Art by hauntedbotanist

1B ● if the cycle has no beginning, you’re the phoenix and i’m the flame by Chaos

Art by Asakiii

1C ● Let Yourself be Mine & I’ll be Yours by possessedTeaCup

Art by Joey Wingster

1D ● Náströnd by StrangeHarbor

Art by YounglingTree

1E ● The Care and Keeping of Tom Riddle’s Diary by wynnebat

Art by NovaNica

1F ● Stay and Decay by cheeedddaaarrr

Art by Yorumi

1G ● consumption by Laeveteinn

Art by Yorumi

1H ● Come on Down, to Hadestown by TheLadyGia

Art by hauntedbotanist

1I ● With Wrath, Yours by artsy_girl

Art by Cannibalinc

1J ● (the other side) of a downward spiral by Darci Artlett

Art by obscurus_mare

2A ● The Wands Chose the Wizards by GreenMegsNoHam

Art by minty

2B ● ‘cause you are the only one in the world who’d understand by Smolangryslytherin

Art by NovaNica

2C ● The Promises We Make by Ellionne

Art by BianZ

2D ● His Until Death by Ethril

Art by BianZ

2E ● [Pending]

Art by Cannibalinc

So much hard work went into the fics and art this year, please consider reblogging to reward these efforts. 💚❤️

[crimsonpoppies]

Your Secret Admirer

Now. Hinata wasn’t necessarily the brightest of lightbulbs, but he wasn’t dumb. Or maybe he was. Hold up, let him explain.

So.

He’s been getting these simply adorable love letters everywhere from his locker to his backpack to his lunchbox. Whoever was writing these had guts, and was maybe, perhaps a stalker, but Hinata simply didn’t care.

If only he knew who was leaving these.

(Spoiler alert it’s Kageyama, but Hinata doesn’t know that yet so shhh)

[crimsonpoppies]

sugar on my lips

Ginny’s always had expectations. To be the perfect daughter, the most feminine of girls, to have a nice boyfriend, to get the grades and have aspirations that aren’t too lofty.

It’s exhausting.

So upon graduating from Hogwarts, she and Luna run away to America, together. They buy a house and find jobs and settle down in South Carolina on a lovely little beach. They adopt some pets and make new friends (still keeping in contact with old ones).

Now. Ginny has the chance to ask herself what she wants. And when the answer comes back Luna, all the girl has to say is: “Finally.”