[morsmordream]

very late to the hogwarts legacy party (i bought the game second hand), but if dugbogs have no haters then i am dead

[morsmordream]

AU where tom riddle is a maledictus.

that is all.

[iamregressing]

[grimbramwell]

WIP 🥀 - an addiction that kills.. or perhaps manipulates? Harrys focus is crumbling -

[bigendervampire]

"yeah, Riddle?"

[borsukuje]

[morsmordream]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

In another world, Tom Riddle’s fear of death quickly becomes a self destructive fascination.

Fic Excerpt:

It takes the average human decades to come close enough to merely brush against death.

For a close call to leave their life flashing before their eyes.

For an illness or an accident or even old age to rip them from the mortal realm into the beyond, into death's clutches.

Tom Riddle had experienced more than the average number of close calls.

this fic came to me in a dream after i fell asleep listening to this:

[morsmordream]

reblogging this because i think it’s the only thing ive ever written that i kinda like :D

[lumhos]

clumsy buffoon harry who only locks in when dueling x tom who is deeply upset that he’s so into it.

harry, who can barely walk in a straight line, trips over air and his own two feet, and has slammed into the corners of so many tables that his hips are permanently bruised, is the top of the year in defense against the dark arts.

nobody really understands how this absolute wet sock of a boy is able to produce the most beautiful, striking, and deadly curses/charms with the most precise flicks of his wand. all while falling over when bending to tie his shoe.

his uncanny ability to dodge and bend through flying spells is even more absurd when he got hit in the face, back, and knee with the same quaffle (still somehow winning the game).

nobody is more confused than tom, who watches as this anomaly takes his rightful place as “best dueler” just to slice his whole hand on one piece of parchment.

he gets even angrier knowing just how much he loves this incompetent man. he loves how he is covered in bruises from his own clumsiness, how his voices rises in pitch every time he walks into something/one, and how his awkward smile when he finds himself surrounded by chaos that he caused.

he loves the juxtaposition of pathetic cat to alert and aware. how his eyes narrow to catch even the slightest change of light when an opponent moves, how his hands grip his wand with an intensity unmatched, the graceful movements of his body as it overwhelms others with the sheer weight of his magical power.

tom wants to watch harry cry and bleed. he wants to press his fingers further into his bruises and watch him squirm. he wants to hear every hitch of breath when harry accidentally hurts himself.

he wants to wake up smelling burnt food and sleep smelling of salve and aloe. he wants to patch up those fingers, scarred and calloused from yet another mishap. he wants to kiss tears away ever so gently, the taste of salt and desire heavy on his tongue.

tom wants to shiver in anticipation, delight, and fear being the victim of a sharp, analytical glare. to feel an ever so familiar wand dig into his neck, digging so deep that it touches tom’s own heartbeat. he wants to feel that magic coursing through his veins, lashing his body open, and sewing him back up.

tom needs harry carnally.

[houndsofheaven]

@tomarrymortmicrofics | babble | 554 words

Harry steels himself as Riddle approaches, making his expression as blandly polite as possible. He has known this would happen and has prepared for it.

‘Smile and nod’, he tells himself. ‘Smile, nod, and ignore the fury burning in your chest. You can't kill this motherfucker in front of all these witnesses.’

Riddle stops before Harry, adjusting the shiny Head Boy badge pinned to the front of his robe. His eyes are already far too wide, far too interested.

“Hello, my name is Tom Riddle,” he says, extending his hand. “Welcome to Hogwarts, and congratulations on sorting into Slytherin. I am this year's Head Boy. Would you allow me to escort you to the dormitory?”

Harry nods, offering a tight smile. He desperately wants to tell Riddle to fuck off and leave him alone forever but he knows the future Dark Lord is far too volatile to risk saying something so blatantly rude. Harry had decided to leave his reckless streak behind when he sorted into Slytherin. He needs to be calculated now.

“Splendid,” Riddle says. They fall into step together and Riddle continues talking as they walk. “The Slytherin common room is rather unique compared to the other houses, or so I've heard. The windows peer into the Black Lake and you can often see creatures swim by. Even mermaids, occasionally.”

They join the throng of students descending the stairs into the dungeons and Riddle continues to speak. “I've heard that the Giant Squid in the lake will come to you if you offer food. I haven't tried for myself but perhaps we could together. If you're interested, of course. I know many of Hogwarts' more useful secrets. I would be happy to share my knowledge with a new student. For example, not many people know that the kitchen is located here in the dungeons. The house elves are happy to feed you at any time if you get peckish. Sometimes I get caught up in my studies and don't make it to dinner.”

Riddle is still talking when they make it to the door to the common room. He pauses to give the password (Dragon heartstring) and continues chattering as he leads Harry to the dorms.

“The castle can be difficult to navigate. It's quite large after all. I know many of the more useful secret passageways, so if you just stick with me, I'll ensure you're never late to class.”

Harry finds his four-poster bed, conveniently located right next to Riddle’s. Riddle sits down on his bed and begins unlacing his boots, still babbling. “Were you in school before? Or did you study at home? What NEWTS are you taking? I’m the top of the year in all of my classes, so if you need assistance catching up, I would be more than happy to help you study. I’ve been tutoring for most of my time here.”

Riddle finally stops speaking, looking at Harry while he waits for a response to his flurry of questions. Riddle’s cheeks are flushed pink and he seems to be struggling with removing his boots.

Harry stares Riddle, unable to keep the bewildered look off his face. Why the fuck is Riddle acting like a besotted schoolgirl? Harry can only conclude that he didn't only travel in time, he has to be in another universe entirely.

[lightningant]

since i was redrawing an uglier old piece i redrew this meme too. evergreen

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“nah, the nott’s have always been evil. way before they joined you-know-who,” ron said with a snort, as though this was as well-known a fact as the colour of grass.

“oh? how so?” harry asked, distractedly. his eyes found their way towards the slytherin table. specifically towards theodore nott, who currently was currently yawning over a piece of toast as tracy davis braided his hair.

ron rolled his eyes, “everyone knows it. the notts came over with the vikings, seem to forget they aren’t warriors anymore. you’d be hard pressed to find a nott in the family tree that hasn’t killed one of their own.”

hermione perked up, adding something about an old article she read about nott’s mother dying in mysterious circumstances, but harry wasn’t listening anymore.

he was, of course, looking at nott again.

the boy in question had rolled his sleeves up, revealing those absolutely fascinating runic tattoos that decorated his arms. catching harry’s eye, nott raised an eyebrow at him.

harry felt his cheeks heat up, and ducked his head back down, suddenly fascinated by the half-eaten scrambled eggs on his own plate.

yes, the notts were very evil indeed.

harry best stay far, far away.

[seraphimhalo]

Husband #4

[oze-x]

[marvohlou]

"comfort, a friend, and a voice in the world" — as internalised by one very dramatic toddler

FROM CHAPTER 8 OF SOULSTICE

[greece-greecia]

little wizards 🐍🦁

[augustuscaesarsalad]

Imagine if Tom Riddle got hired for the Defense teaching job right after Hogwarts. Dumbledore and Tom have the craziest workplace beef ever. Dippet is still the Headmaster and he has no idea what’s going on. The two most powerful wizards of all time are having the world’s intensest staring contest in the teachers break room. Tom doesn’t become the Dark Lord because he’s too busy grading papers. Nagini and Fawkes become friends which pisses off both Tom and Albus, they have to set up play dates for their familiars and they are so bitter about it.

[arcturus-night-star]

It gets worse when Dippet retires. Albus wants to fire Tom but everyone else us against it, including the Board of Governors. Tom is very smug about it and Albus transfigures his very nice black robes into a pink feathery abomination.

Each new promising powerful is a centre of their attention as they try to become the favourite teacher. Students think they're dating. They're not and never will; Albus needs to get over his toxic ex and Tom is constantly considering homicide.

[augustuscaesarsalad]

The transfigured robes situation. Albus doesn’t fully comprehend how close to death he got because of it.

[vesperkyno]

The Black Brothers

Regulus & Sirius