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circleofplanets · 2 years
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completely forgot that there was still one chapter left for vicious things
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circleofplanets · 2 years
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going to have to make harry suffer a lot in my long fic
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circleofplanets · 2 years
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going to come back to writing in two weeks after my university’s finish
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circleofplanets · 3 years
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going to post a new one-shot this week
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circleofplanets · 3 years
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i’m ur 3xp3rim3nt
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Reality is a nimble thread, thin and easily breakable — if you can catch it. Unfortunately for Harry, Tom has perfected something he’s termed “Reality Snipping,” which is where he breaks a ‘patients’ tenuous connection to reality with a few slight moves. Harry is his latest scientific endeavor, and Tom wants to untether Harry’s mind down to its core.
There’s nothing Harry can really do to keep reality real, but if he’s going down, Tom is too, and turns out Tom’s connection to reality is a lot weaker than he perhaps intended.
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circleofplanets · 3 years
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by fluorescencx
“A pocket dimension,” Tom repeated the prince’s words from before. He felt a bit winded. “You took me to… a pocket dimension.”
The little prince shifted his weight to his toes, leaning toward Tom like he was divulging a grand secret. “Tom,” he whispered urgently, “I’m going to show you the world.”
Words: 19110, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling, Le Petit Prince | The Little Prince - Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Major Character Death
Categories: M/M
Relationships: Harry Potter/Tom Riddle
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Fairy Tale Retellings, Retelling, Alternate Universe - The Little Prince Fusion, Possessive Tom Riddle, POV Tom Riddle, harry is the little prince, tom is the pilot, i think writing this fic actually almost killed me, /pos, Ambiguous/Open Ending, Open to Interpretation, Symbolism, Parallels, this fic is sad, really really sad, but it’s a good sort of sad
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circleofplanets · 3 years
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What He Grows to Be: Snippet 8
This snippet differs from others a bit because it's concerned with a specific arc more than with Tom and Harry. But that's why I picked it as without context and spoilers, strictly Harry-and-Tom scenes might start looking repetitive :D
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Tom woke up in an excellent mood, the lines from Harry’s letter still dancing fresh in his memory. For a while, he stayed in his bed, mouthing them and enjoying the rush of pleasure doing so gave him. When he finally got up, he was met with tense faces of Lestrange, Black, and Mulciber. They were sitting on their beds silently, seemingly waiting for him to awake.
“What happened?” Tom asked sharply. His first irrational thought was that Harry got hurt, but rationality kicked in before panic spread, reminding him of how impossible the notion was. Even in the unlikely event that something happened, he’d be the first to feel it — in every sense of this word.
No one said anything. Instead, Lestrange gave him a newspaper. He looked so enraged that Tom was surprised he managed to stay silent.
The first thing he saw was a huge title with shaky letters: “The Heir of Slytherin — Or Is He?”
His heart twitched uncomfortably. Pursing his lips in preparation for what might be coming, Tom skimmed through the article.
Tom Slytherin is undoubtedly a rising star in the Wizarding Britain. His views are finding support among all kinds of wizards and witches, and that’s because he managed to occupy a middle ground between old pureblood ancestry and progressive pro-Muggle-born attitudes. An heir of Salazar Slytherin who believes in equality irrespective of one’s blood status; a prodigy in dark arts who became a vanquisher of the Dark Lord. Now he’s about to join the Ministry by taking a position that was crafted specifically for him. But is he really who he says he is?
Few of you know that Tom Slytherin was previously known as Tom Riddle. A half-blood himself, it’s barely surprising that he chose to appeal to both purebloods and Muggle-borns in his agenda to take power. His talks about equality and his claims that people grossly misinterpreted Salazar Slytherin’s beliefs are certainly inspiring, but are they true? Or is Tom Riddle a liar?
He can speak with snakes, that much is certain. It means that at least at some point, Tom Riddle’s bloodline was mixed with that of Salazar Slytherin. However, this alone does not give him the right to call himself his heir and even more, make statements about what Slytherin wanted and which ideals he supported. As reliable historical sources indicate, Slytherin built a Chamber of Secrets somewhere in Hogwarts for his heir to unseal. The question is, if Tom Riddle is indeed his heir, why hasn’t he done so yet? Where is the Chamber of Secrets and is the boy even aware of its existence? He told us that his knowledge about Slytherin’s true aims came from the unique books he has in his possession. Ignoring the fact that no one has ever seen these books personally, do they not mention anything about the Chamber? It doesn’t seem likely. In fact, it seems downright impossible. And if Tom Riddle lied about Slytherin’s beliefs to increase his popularity among the population, what else has he lied about?
No one has witnessed his alleged victory over Grindelwald. When asked to share his memories about it through the Pensieve, Tom Riddle refused. An anonymous source close to him confessed that the boy is highly manipulative and prone to exaggerations. He is indirectly linked to the murders of Charlus Potter and a Muggle woman who lived in his neighbourhood. So is he a hero? Or is he an impostor with delusions of grandeur who deceives everyone and ruthlessly disposes of people who do not support him?
One lie leads to another, and before you know it, Wizarding Britain will be ruled by a new Dark Lord who tricked us all by his alleged vague connection with Salazar Slytherin. Before giving him power, we have to find who he really is and what he is hiding.
“Dumbledore,” Tom said. His voice was toneless, but rage was trembling under his skin, trying to pour outside through his magic. “He’s behind this article.”
“Are you sure?” Mulciber frowned. “Why would he do this? He should be thrilled that his precious Muggle-borns are finally being treated with respect. All interviews you’ve given paint you as their supporter, so why would he—”
“Because he doesn’t trust Tom,” Lestrange snapped. He was pacing now, his face agitated. “The bastard always hated him — all of us. I just didn’t think his hatred would be stronger than his own hopes for equality.”
“Neither did I,” Tom replied distantly. His eyes went back to the article.
He’d been going out of his way to meet Harry’s ideals and shape his political aims around them. In many ways, Dumbledore’s ideals matched Harry’s. Mulciber was right, he should have been pleased to see them promoted. But Lestrange also had a point — Dumbledore’s reservations happened to be stronger. He must believe that Tom was playing a long-term game, and that as soon as he got the real power, he would reveal his true goals. Whatever Dumbledore imagined them to be, it must have been terrible enough to make him step up and try to tarnish Tom’s reputation.
“Is it true, though?” Black asked. Tom slowly looked up at him just as Lestrange whirled around in outrage.
“How can you even—” he started, but Black interrupted him.
“We never saw those books. We never really discussed the Chamber of Secrets. Do you know where it is, Tom?”
“I’ve visited it once,” Tom replied. He wasn’t lying — he saw the Chamber of Secrets in Harry’s memories. The only problem was that he had no idea how to enter it because Harry hadn’t trusted him with this information.
“You have?” Lestrange exclaimed. His ridiculously eager eyes lit up. “So you do know where it is!”
Mulciber began to grin. Black alone remained unmoved, watching him with furrowed brows.
Perhaps he sensed it was half-truth and was trying to understand what it could possibly mean. Black was smart, probably smarter than Lestrange and Mulciber combined — smarter than Tom had ever given him credit for. And right now, this was the last thing he needed. To have even his closest circle doubt him… just because Dumbledore felt threatened and wanted to be petty…
His rage darkened, turning into something vicious and vindictive. A hundred of possible counter-plans shot up in his mind, but they all crashed against one simple truth.
He had no clue where the Chamber of Secrets was. And now that the idea was planted in people’s heads, they would not let it go. He’d have to prove he knew its location or have everyone doubt him.
If Harry could just tell him…
No. He wasn’t going to bother Harry with it. What they had was more significant than any rumours or doubts that would circulate around him. Tom would rather be known as a liar and an impostor than risk stretching the trust he and Harry had been building all this time. If Harry wanted, he would tell him, but he wasn’t going to ask or rely on this possibility.
He’d have to find the Chamber by himself and make Dumbledore choke on his ‘anonymous’ testimony.
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circleofplanets · 3 years
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Fault Lines - Chapter 9 - SofiaBane - Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling [Archive of Our Own]
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Sadie Frost in Dracula (1992) dir. Francis Ford Coppola
Costume design by Eiko Ishioka
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circleofplanets · 3 years
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i have been thinking of posting little scenes of tomarry since I don’t have the time to write entire fic out of some ideas that i have
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There was no denying Harry was a timid boy, fearful of many things.
He was afraid of things that went bump in the night, of fire and belts, his arms scattered with cigar burns and his back laced with long scars.
He didn’t like it when Lily told stories of wicked witches that trapped children and princesses in eternal sleeps, gingerbread houses, and castles covered with vines.  He was raised to believe in monsters. 
He was terrified of being alone, his father leaving them to starve and waste away in this nightmarish shack.
But until now, it never occurred to him to be afraid of his mother.
Read Rapture: Here
Chapter Seven is up!
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circleofplanets · 3 years
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writing a grey!harry au where voldemort has won
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First Love💘
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circleofplanets · 3 years
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all the drarry shippers who read my fics are going to hate me for what i am doing to the couple in my new fic nevertheless
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circleofplanets · 3 years
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He would always identify his B with a Blaise and his T with a Tom. He will dot his ‘i’ with a star and his ‘o’ with a broken heart.
Harry Potter hadn’t expected the turn of events that would occur when the newly hailed school King, Tom Marvolo Riddle, had entered the bathroom. That doesn’t mean he was averse to it.
It all started with his giant mouth, the rascals he calls friends and a posh git in a posh bathtub.
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circleofplanets · 3 years
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i know i said i would start my law school au after vicious things is over but i have been called back to college and since I won’t have much time i would instead start writing nevertheless which wouldn’t require me to plan too much ahead
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circleofplanets · 3 years
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It is up!
god killer SNIPPET:
Harry blew smoke and pouted his lips. He inquired in a false cute tone,“ If I were to analyse what you just said, bear with me everyone, then it would suggest you have a compulsive need to establish yourself at the top.”
“Now most would say it is natural in some people, as natural as psychopathy maybe,” here he gestures towards his friends for agreement and they, being loyal to a fault even in the face of someone who could potentially ruin their reputation and holding the mantle of being rascals in general, nodded vigorously with a grin.
He hid his smile and continued, “But many also do it hide their insecurities. Which I think is your case, Tommy. Is it a want for attention? Did Mama bear never gave you the hour of the day you wanted so desperately?”
Upon Tom’s impassive face, he suddenly shoots his finger up as if a light bulb had just turned on in his head. “Or was it Papa?” Sudden twitch in the facade and Harry latches on. “Did he never tell you just how proud he was of you, leaving you to chase his approval like a dog at his feet.”
Then Harry dropped the pretence and voice as cold as ice and a smirk laced with cruelty, “Well, Tommy dear? Was I right?”
He had expected Tom to get offended. Or stay impassive and ignore him. He had even expected the tall boy to walk out immediately. What he hadn’t expected was Tom to smile wide with teeth and look at him like that. Like he couldn’t wait to fuck Harry.
Tom licked his teeth and spoke with amusement lining his tone, “Everyone had told me you had a rude tongue.”
“No one told me how delightful it is to be at the end of it.”
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