omg!! thank you for tagging meeeee i haven't talked to you in WAYYY too long! :DDD
i have far too many wips for someone who's posted probably a grand total of like ten fics 😭😭 almost ALL of them are of my beautiful wife, Tom Marvolo Riddle... [local man has an obsession and it is VERY prominent and obvious.]
anywho, here are just a few, bc i have like. 39. of just my wife. I counted.
i'll put the summary in for some of them hehe :P
green eggs and ham – Jegulus with rosekiller and wolfstar side pairings – it's an AU of if James [the most gryffindor to have ever roared] was a slytherin instead, and how it would have changed everything
James Potter, Head Boy, Quidditch extraordinaire, jock, socialite, elite, airhead, prodigy, cocky, perfect, goofball, handsome, dorky, charming, popular, bleeding heart of gold, the sun personified, undeniably and irrefutably good. A Gryffindor. Through and through.
Or at least, that’s how it often goes.
Not here though. No, in this little corner of the tangled mess that is the infinitely branching, twisting multiverse, James Potter is a Slytherin. He’s still all those other things.
Though... one could argue he seems a little too perfect at times, a little plastic, like his dorky clumsiness, good-boy charm, and loveable goofball sunshine routine was a front.
But nevermind that.
This is the story of James Fleamont Potter. Slytherin.
How does this one, absurd change impact the world we know? What ripples will this send out in the projected timeline? What shockwaves will wreak havoc on the events we know? And who will be sucked into the pit when all is said and done?
cherry juice stains and ink-smudged eyes – Jegulus!! – modern AU where hogwarts is a super exclusive boarding school for the wealthy elite, and only offers like two scholarships a year, where Sirius takes Regulus with him to the Potters, and they fight for their inheritance and stuff [it's all very dramatic]
Where Hogwarts is a boarding school for only the richest elites, and the brightest of prodigies. Each year, only two scholarship entrants make it in, purely on the merit of their genius. James, Sirius and Regulus are not part of this tiny hand-picked crew. No. They are the cream of the crop. Hailing from the wealthiest and most influential families in Europe, and on opposing sides of the political tensions gripping the nation. In a world where money in heaping abundance means power, and status renders one nigh-untouchable, the Potter and Black names carry weight. So it causes quite a stir when one day, the elder Black brother flies from his nest, taking his baby brother with him to seek refuge under the wing of the Potters.
Tensions mount when the realisation of Sirius’ imminent coming-of-age looms on the horizon, the threat of him fighting to claim his inheritance keeping the whole family on edge. But when it comes and goes without so much as a stirring of protest, everyone is left wrong-footed and unbalanced. Thrown-off. Perfectly vulnerable to be knocked right over.
The already shaken high-society elites are sent into another uproar when the younger Black brother, Regulus, finally hits 18, and the two brothers suddenly slam back into the ever-shifting political scene and make power-plays with the full backing of the Potters, coalescing power in their palms. And it seems the two ravens have set their sights on their rightful throne and crown. The Black Family heritage flows strongly through them after all, is what the gossip will murmur when they overthrow their own family mercilessly, seemingly overnight. Bloodthirsty, power-hungry, infallible. Toujours Pur. Toujours Noir.
frankenstein AU – no relationship – where a young Tom is both Dr Frankenstein and his monster, in which his own decision shape and alter him, and in which an innocent child becomes the evil everyone saw in him
snakes are cold-blooded, don't you know? – no relationship – in which Tom Marvolo Riddle is willing and able to do quite literally anything if it means living forever.
On a frosty, miserably bitter winter night, a new life came to grace the world, on the very dawn of a new year, at the cost of another. Tom Marvolo Riddle started life with a death on his hands. He’s cursed to a life without love, because his pathetic failure of a mother had been a rapist who’d drugged his filthy mudblood father, leaving him thrice dishonoured and thrice stripped of dignity. Strike one, half-blooded and dirtied. Strike two, an orphan because of her death, and abandoned by a father who’d never wanted him because of her selfishness. And strike three, leaving him stranded in the struggling muggle world, left to rot in the midst of a country torn by war. There were few people Tom would grow to hate more than he had his own mother. He liked to think he killed her, because then at least she had an excuse for dying. A glorious end for his bedraggled beginning. Perhaps, if he’d known what magic was, and was capable of forming one, he’d have been able to make a horcrux off the passing of his mother in his birth all the way back then.
A life for a life. That was how Tom entered this world, and how he’d learn to live it. And in his ceaseless flight from his greatest fear, he’d trade in as many lives as he had to if it meant outracing the inevitability of his mortality. Because death was such a common thing, and Tom knew he had always been destined for greatness.
all for you [but where have you gone?] – sibling relationship with one of my OCs – in which Tom had a little brother, a twin, born approximately seven minutes after him, weak and sickly after Tom absorbed all the nutrients in the womb. the fic focuses mostly on what happens after the brother dies, leaving Tom alone in the world. [i'm also writing a prequel to this one at the same time, which is shorter and more about when the little brother was still alive.]
The world cast Voldemort as a villainous, heartless monster. Cast Tom as a conniving, ruthless, unloved boy. Unloveable, and unable to love in turn. None would know Tom had ever loved another, that his heart had once beat in time with the frail breaths of someone else, that his eyes had wept with joy and sorrow and wretched misery and loving mourning for the one person he’d ever cared for outside of himself. None would know that Tom Riddle had once rushed home each day with a frantic heart and half-perfected but horribly, devastatingly real smile to spend time with half of his soul. None would know that they truly were right, in the end, that Voldemort was loveless, that Tom was heartless. Because Voldemort was born from the ashes of a brother, a monster that clawed himself out of love’s fresh grave, saw the broken shards and wreckage left behind by the loss of the only love that had existed for Tom and ate it to grow stronger. Because Tom had been born without a heart, had traded it in at the gates of life to create a companion, had bartered with creation and magic to make a separate existence to lead him, to beat for him, to guide him.
But Tom’s heart was tainted and weak, marred with wrongness and sin and evil, and it just wasn’t compatible with the goodness and bright perfection of the angel he’d asked to be sent along with, and he’d delivered his precious companion a broken scrap of junk, doomed his beloved star to a life of suffering, in payment for his hideous brother’s even uglier greed.
Sweet, tender toxicity, my love – Tom Riddle x Alexei Svetlakov [one of my OCs] – In which Tom and Alexei are quite frankly the most toxic couple to have ever existed, but only by the arbitrary standards of onlookers. The truth is, they’re madly in love. Aka the more toxic version of the morticia × gomez dynamic, but political.
there are more, but i think this is long enough already LMFAO
i really need to lock in and actually finish some of these...
Anyways, thank you for the tag! Ion have anybody to tag, so I'll just leave it open ig :DD might post this on my sideblog too, actually, since this is technically tom riddle content...
